Fibonacci Poems | Examples

my home

my
home
remains
commercials
like your shadow 
I break down all status barriers
we settle instead for the least objectionable
stations available at the moment among couples on the job who don’t relate


but we share a unique structure of feelings rather than a formally binding us 
we claim our audience with only first acting against
a fixed scale of high quality
viewers will find that
it’s easier
to stay
than
leave

After Dance

Here
I now
sit beside
him, in stillness,
the night gently wrapped
around our quiet forms.
No more need for swirling steps,
just the hush of stars above us,
peaceful in their shimmering vigil—
like soft sighs from the heart of the heavens.
His hand in mine, no words are spoken,
for silence now says everything.
The breeze no longer calls us,
it only hums softly on,
cradling my calm smile,
as I look upward—
no longer lost,
just quietly
glowing
here.

The Kiss

We
could have
danced all night,
around the calm
pond where cold dark waves
seem to send electric
notes that echoed all around
in the garden with melodies
soft that sent throbs in our lonely hearts
as we twirled and twirled, thinking of our love.
From high above, luminous stars twinkled,
on delicate, sensuous flowers,
exuding faintly the sweet scent,
urging us to speed our dance,
to the tune of soft breeze,
much to our delight
as we cling more,
two lips meet,
it is
Bliss.
Even the moon
held its breath still
a hush in the trees,
leaves trembling in silence,
only to sway gently with us.
Time forgot its ticking pace,
pausing at the edge of night,
where all that mattered was your touch,
and the warmth that bloomed between us
endless as dreams spun in velvet skies.

Life's Insincerities

In
time
lost hopes
and wishes 
morph into daydreams
as you realize hidden truths
for reality no longer fuels fantasies
and phantasmagorical soon disappears from your vocabulary forever. 

Years
pass
until
suddenly
almost overnight
the innocence of youth is lost
and you are left to deal with life's insincerities
as your distinctive personality is reduced to memories of uniqueness.

Our Hope

God
is
our hope
and our rock
and our salvation
we can always rely on Him

The Golden Rule

Gold
Glints
But they
Could not grant
A fulfilling life
Therefore, seek not many riches
Instead fear the Lord and ask for His divine counsel
And, at the end of life, receive the eternal crown, in Heaven where gold is but dirt

DREAD

I
feel
a weight,
a shadow,
expanding within.
It grows in spirals, silent, cold.

Each thought
unfolds,
clawing at
the edges of me.
I am consumed by what is not.

The air
thins. I
cannot run.
The unseen watches.
Its gaze burns deeper than the dark.

To Soar Once More

I
saw
the swing
old and tall,
and I remembered
as a child how I loved to swing
higher and higher until my feet could touch the sky.
I sat on the worn canvas seat, and then slowly, so slowly began to soar once more.

Spoken by the Dearly Departed’s Kin

“    “
Quote
raised,
aware
of silence
in the red-eyed night,
morning likewise in quietude
until the incessant dirge of Poe, the bells bringing
down the house, and in the garden, an eagle…
     …throws its wings around the tombstone’s shoulders

Seed To Sunflower

A
Seed
starts small
then it sprouts
when the rain does fall
A seed starts small then  it sprouts when the rain does fall .

Then the stalk pushes thru the ground. and small 
leaves are found 

Then the stalk pushes thru the ground. and small 
leaves are found .Leafs grow larger The Crown 
shows now

Sunflower has reached its maximum height
with all its leaves in its glory out in all. 
It’s crown a lovely site ‘and is Fibonacci right !

A love poem

Your 
love
is like  
a rock.Your 
insight shines like a 
largest magnitude blue white star 
Your cuboctahedron  thoughts forms  you told 
me - did shock .
You're a torch bearer for those  who have eyes to  
see,aiding myself and Humanity.

If stars were Gold

In
your 
absence
I float in
psychedelic ink
to design a labyrinth with 
rainbow roses drenched in turquoise tears and metaphors.
But, if stars were gold, and I am love, you'll be the poetic garden that feeds my soul.
Maybe, someday, I'll be more than just a faltering feather~will you then, remind me, how to sing again, steal the light behind the jade moon?

Inner Sanctum

"The dream of a hidden door in the deepest and 
most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens . . . "

                                           Carl Jung, Jungian Psychology

 
I
go
inner
to a place,
in the recesses
of my heart, my soul and spirit,
where a secret sanctum, a haven, refuge exists,
it is hidden, deep, deep and intimate, I wander the passages and corridors.

This place still silent a retreat refuge hideaway, just a space I can be quiet,
like a holy place, a temple, a sanctuary.
I have painted it beautiful,
I, artist of this
innermost
sanctum
of
mine.

SO ENGULFING I WHO I AM-

I
Who
Am so
Engulfing.
Heart beats rhythms
Composer music lyrics
written down and gathered down algorithms fold
constant. Hearts and ears be ever soul ready always so positioned the place. Amen



2/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

From the Night's Court

The
night 
unlocks 
the portal
and there's an inflow
of the unheard during the day
for our wandering minds and perturbed hearts barricade
the tranquil flow from the stream of inspiration which is the essence of existence.


January 23, 2024.

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