Frenetically Poems | Examples

Her Bow is Blue

Romance commenced with quiet strolls,
with pleasing smiles, to ball commits.
There’s a tango of scented souls.
Ascent of a fantasy spritz.

Bright pretty skies; her bow is blue.
This coolish day, with yellow rays.
Serenity; a splendid view;
slight freckles and her hair ablaze.

Fresh air frenetically vaults
with sweet talk like a lullaby.
The pitter patter of hearts’ waltz.
Affair tonight - a gown, black tie.

He’s snazzy in black, shiny shoes.
The stars and moon! More so, her blues!

The transformation of the poet into an artist unfolds like a hymn

The transformation of the poet into an artist unfolds like a hymn to the defiant spirit,
an age-old story with familiar themes of the literary outcast,
where alcohol and poverty dance frenetically in the shadow of tumultuous love,
but at the heart of this storm lies a silent flame, an unwavering devotion,
to the written word, a warm and constant light amidst his existential chaos,
through long years of obscurity, the poet labored in shadowed and silent rooms,
building his art without the promise of recognition or shining applause,
and fame, that dreaded yet desired specter, arrived as a delayed destiny,
only in the late chapters of his tumultuous life, a testament to resilience,
in his younger years, he was a distant vagabond, living off menial jobs and wits,
surviving on two five-cent chocolate bars for days on end,
to afford the luxury of writing, letting the words flow freely,
like a river that knows no path but forward, regardless of obstacles in its way.

It Could Be Saturday

The days melt a panting clock,
time paints a question mark,
                      just ahead of me.

Being mostly dug into a much-reclined age,
I do not labor in the wide-open or narrow life,
                          yet I work,
just as frenetically as any puppy in Springtime,

Saturday, breaks up the week-long long shift,
Sunday cracks a giddy-up whip once more.

O you fulsome, sweet legged dream girl,
            and ever so slightly crazy muse.
I wish you had time to put the kettle on
for a morning cup of tea.

The dial of my face is solidifying,
lips pucker and flirt with a timeless reverie.
Arrow-tipped hands are already spinning.

Andiamo!

I THINK OF HER

Frenetically I rest in her guest room.
I think of her quiet hospital room.

I’ve laid my head on this pillow before.
I toss, turn, and pray, in this cozy room.

The lamp that’s lit sees the quiver of lips.
The cool sheets rumple my soul in this room.

The morning will bring no kitchen nesting.
Silence of pantry doors - feastless, this room.

Cars leave the driveway while mom’s still alive.
The staff is preparing her hospice room.

The transport holds my heart; mom’s head is bare.
Tender care, support, comfort in the room.

I shared a scintilla of who mom is.
Caregiver softly stroked mom’s brow, in room.

After she passed, saw a tear on her cheek.
Her bones turning to stone in this room.

This daughter remembers the softest hands.
In dream, mom squeezes mine, from heav’n’s room

What Keeps Me Going

My faith moves me 
As much as it moves 
Mountains 
Past obstacles, 
Past gargantuan roadblocks. 
Sometimes, 
I'm a stalled old jalopy
On a frenetically busy freeway,
Out of gas. 
It's a challenge 
To push ahead
When there's no one 
To fuel your engine
With the magic phrase...

"Don't give up."

Words of encouragement
Give me the impetus
To keep propelling forward,
No matter how punishing
The journey.


What Keeps Me Going Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Cecilia Hopkins-Drewer
Date written: 04/08/2022

Boardng School On the Coast

BOARDING  SCHOOL  ON  THE  COAST



The new parents were pleased with the short tour
Absorbing  some finer appreciation of 
The stench of geography, 
And feeling the deep irritation of French grammar.
Approval was implied by the nodding heads
At the din from the music appreciation class,
(Frenetically relaxing to Handel’s Air from Water Music).
Hesitant applause met the senior  boys,
Each drying out two toefuls  of English Channel
After their weekly swimming lesson.


16  April  2021

Internal Strings

The two are slow and inelegant.
But the orchestra retains its complex symphony
angry string section
violins of summer heat.

Frenetically mating in the season of apartness
four or six or more
freedom of so many steps.
Two are constrained
can barely become four.

Not a simple merger of feeling and taking;
driven to connect those bringing more 
seek so much less.

Perfunctory; easily satisfied
not yearning for understanding
grasping only for feeling

And still we must have meaning.
We must be seen and understood
not just answering a mindless drive -
lesser need uncoupled with emotion.

Summer Storm

Prelude:

OXYMORONIC

            without air
   without poetry
— cold

7/20/2020

THE SUMMER STORM

the roof’s removed, eyes closed
a splattering of thunder, lightning, rain
no sticks nor stones

let it rain, frenetically...
Spain* could be no sweeter
sounds could be no saltier

upstanding fan still spins
in unison

who needs air conditioning
when God orchestrates.

the welcome mat’s
soaking wet

i’m not
yet

but if i was
i have
no
complaint.

i hug the grace
God
gives me,

tell my husband
not
to stand

in front of the screen door

his smile
i adore

7/21/2020

*Relates to the tongue twister: “The rain in Spain is mainly in the plain”

Maze

Maze
 
Oh my Heart, why do you seek
the ecstasy of Eden's garden
when love is a daunting puzzle.
Woe is you, you fool;
for you dare to travail
through its sinuous paths
filled with deception and treachery 
... ruled by a sweet-talking, sensuous
serpent, sinfully seductive 
with his cajoling, forked tongue,
promising every heavenly delight.

Greedily gulping wine-filled songs, 
frenetically feeding on empty poetry,
you’re blindfolded and lost 
on a dead-end street, 
bumping against a wall
of steel gray misery,
imprisoning your soul and 
turning your hopes and dreams
into doubt, desperation, and despair.
Oh my Heart, you’re trapped,
suspended in a twisting maze...
of unrequited, lethal love.

Contest:     Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor:    Dear Heart
Date:         06-23-2020
Placement:  4th

Devoted To the Sea

devoted to the sea of love or kisses harpooned upon the darkest lips
or just the sea, midnight blue that seaweed wraps, cocoons,
two lovers in lovers art.   the moon in cahoots with ebb and flow
and flowers tangled in her hair, but who cares about timeless fantasy,

fantastical that you are mine, in body gently heating or cooling,
lifting with the frangipani breeze and tender oceanic salt. our derrières
exposed and blossoms of foam frolic, rising, falling, frenetically sliding,
eyes closed in momentum’s meditation.     the sea...the sea...the sea,
explains the utterance of moaning lips, softly playing in lyrical colorwash.


1/6/2020
Brenda Chiri’s Picture Prompt Poetry Contest

Passion of a Casual Writer

Before my pen even touches the paper
The climax of the poem has happened
For it has written itself in my mind
And the rest of the words slowly follow

Before my pen even touches the paper
My mind already knows the words to be written
And the words spill out with nary a thought
Perhaps the words are simply instinctual

Before my pen even touches the paper
I wonder how my work will be perceived
And if it measures up to previous works
Or if it showcases character growth 

Before my pen even touches the paper
The passion resonates from my very soul
And even though I am a casual writer
My pen may finally scribble frenetically

The Seed of Life

the seed in its warm, moist womb of soil.
wiggly worms in the nutritious nest.

root and stem wriggle free from their straight jacket act.
the sprout frenetically explodes,

out of the upper crust, to a torrential shower,
followed quickly by a fireball sun.

this first day ignites the flaming petals
of a wild rose, sans fear of the unknown.

eyes on muscular thorns and fiery-red head,
sorrowful-souls are strengthened, impassioned.

9/10/2019
Ironic Zink’s Life Poetry Contest

The Rapunzel-Princess of the Flying Trapeze

Suspended with roses, a garter and courage.
Her wispy white costume blows in the breeze.
Silky vibrations as she sways her bodice —
the Rapunzel-princess of the swinging trapeze.

Brunette hair and outfit bound with pearls and lace.
High with Magellanic clouds, marvelous outlander of earth.
Slender fingers wrapped around the seraphic twine.
Daughter of the heavens, from the day a trouper gave birth.

One...two...three, the excitement sounds, the air surfeits
about like maddening faerie dust. The open sky burns
with eccentric flame - crowd applauding like cherry bombs.
The darling of the sky, entices every cent she earns.

This rapturous virgin makes love to the dawn.
Her stupendous feat goes on and on, drawing
in oohs and ahhs...the climax as her knees
hang vaingloriously from the seat, outlawing

the silver and gold wings that flutter about
outside the circus tent, as this beauty shines
upside-down like an albinotic bat, frenetically
stirring the breeze… waving from the vines.

7/29/2019

Unbridled

the white horse drives our wild hides
          galloping at a breathtaking stride

through golden sand, shimmering diamonds,
             borne in the salted sea air.  splashes

of Caribbean blue ride the haunches of fur
                frenetically free with tenacious pride.

two hearts pound, unbridled - brittle years
                    sculpted into a fine figurine, never broken.

6/21/2019
YOUR CHOICE(12) LOVE VERSE,any form or theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Music

Music
is a sweet spring shower for romantics.
For the weary, it is a soothing stream
flowing sublimely through one’s soul.
It is a pond or lake, reflecting joy.
For those in search of thrills,
its waves pound frenetically to lighthouse strobe lights
across an ocean’s roar in the night.
Like water, music takes many different forms.
Find your pleasure; let it wash over you!


For Geraldine Taylor's
 the 'Poetry Anthology - Music Theme' Poetry Contest

• Short Frenetically Poems
• Famous Frenetically Poems
• Best Frenetically Poems
• Read Frenetically Poems
• Long Frenetically Poems
• Frenetically Quotes