It is a weird one,
To keep gracing distant sun...
While moon could bail fun.
Dry lips are so tight,
To put words up at such sight
Daring distant fright.
While principles flow...
Yet couldn't keep deeds off blow,
In reality's show.
Why not dare decide,
One your past truly confide
Shouldn't be denied?
Categories:
gracing, age, allusion, childhood, confusion,
Form: Haiku
From the hewer of wood
to the Prince of his tribe
From the drawer of water
to the meticulous scribe
We are all part and parcel
of humankind...
gracing God's cosmos
~ intertwined
Categories:
gracing, god, humanity, together, universe,
Form: Rhyme
In rainbow, humble, heaven
Worshipping a glory garden
Angels, becoming
Categories:
gracing, angel,
Form: Free verse
diamonds in the sky
gracing the forest with charm
her violets smile
Categories:
gracing, stars,
Form: Haiku
You've got to put down your storm
before you can lay grace to mine.
Two whirlwinds colliding
do not negate each other.
It doubles their strength and size...
A flesh ripping category five-plus.
Almost nothing left behind
but a pair of ruby slippers
and splintered hearts on the pyre.
Categories:
gracing, storm,
Form: Free verse
Gracing minuetto in the castle of fortune
I gazed upon the chance of serendipity
I can perceive she is a sublime creature, that of which I marvel
The smell of infusing fragrants enchants my desires
Reeling me like kir poeticness
Grace, scent, feline lure of jaded ushered
Virile fantasies amid the gothic night
As we clung into a seductress tone
The swirl of sweet voices and opera come to form a stirring endeavor
With this discern mystique, the hourglass feels hastened
Fatigueness leads to an alluring slumber
The dawn of feverous romance enigma
Darkening a man’s intellect into mistress adoration
Consumed by gilded ravishment of rose elegance
She craves the caressment of balletic sway of a paramour
Craving the taste of rouge lips
Charming the fiery mortality to satisfy the appeasement
Candle lights burn the explicating flesh
Perspiring with a sobbing yearn
She is a vixen impacted by this occult night
Categories:
gracing, romance,
Form: Abecedarian
Soft Wind Grace Shadows Dancing
Shadows- dancing dark mists gliding on by
Lovers in glowing moonlight breezy tryst
Held in love's romance, caring but not shy
Mysteries soon solved if they persist.
Moonlight casts shadows so epic and fleet
With loving thrills racing within the scores
Shadows- dance on, never daring to eat
Yet leap about enjoying nights outdoors.
Night's serenade- shadow's beauty flying
On sandy beaches gracing foreign shores
Love and life dear, can be no denying
Nature's night, its melody sweetly pours.
And if windy gusts reward with cool air
romantic scene gifts shadows holding more
She of his heart- glowing with raven hair
Yields to softer pleas which he may implore.
Never desired, loss of night's images fair
Lovely couple embraced shadows renewed
Each kiss offers up a dancing prayer
Shadows finding- true love we must conclude.
11-01-2015
Shadows at Night - Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
End Rhyming poems only
new poems please
no names
date your poem
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
Categories:
gracing, beautiful, dance, love, magic,
Form: Rhyme
Hanging in the space
the ghost rubbed its base,
it left a bright spark,
a flash in frightening dark,
the little girl huddled in her room,
she slid herself in a corner as if broomed,
the ghost made a swirl,
as if firecrackers were on whirl,
this scared her more,
her voice sunk inside her,
she could not even scream,
she folded her skeleton,
flattening little meat on it,
and closed her tiny eyes,
the ghost had completed its arrival,
and was no longer lamenting for survival,
it took shape,
and featured under little girls eyes under cape,
his face grew clear..and the ghost was man,
recognizing him the little girl ran,
it was dad,
who was long dead,
he had come,
so that she could have comfort some,
she sobbed in ethereal embrace,
the ghost had come not to scare,
but to grace.
Categories:
gracing, inspirational, life, philosophy, girl,
Form: Free verse
Gracing the page
Has not been my practice of late
For my time has been better spent
With bodies
In uncomfortable beds
With double mattresses
And dirty leather couches
With the sounds of war in front of us
But the noise of laughter between us
We’re back
And now, I’ve returned, too
Categories:
gracing, friendship, on writing and
Form: I do not know?