Imageries Poems

A Gentle Breeze of Guidance

Your Rhythm, a gentle breeze
swirls the emotions
and guide me through maze
of life, i learnt lately

Your imageries, a telescope
amplified the bitter truth
But, wasn't it a gem to be seen

Your words, an enchanting soul
sparkle the page, making me whole
brushstrokes of magical art
paints a picture that touches my heart
So does it pierce
with unvarnished truth
a soul crushing existence
hopeless nights and desperate days
2 years ago seems like history
History of glorious times
Lets navigate
Not to the past
but to your poem

Your message, beacon in the night,
shields me like a knight
Oh!I am grateful
A river to flow
deafened by the dose of reality

Your craft, mastery of essence
Echoes emotions that never depart
Your art, a reflection of soul
Inspires to thank you wholeheartedly

Seeking Tranquillity

Overwhelmed by what I can see.
This lovely place was quite a find.
Swirling imageries now resound.

Stream ripples frolic merrily.
There’s lush fir trees of every kind.
Meandering stream’s only sound.

My heart only feels ecstasy
Enchantment is flooding my mind.
Tranquillity’s dreams do abound.

Of peaceful mind I need to be.
There’s a simple place to unwind.
Spectacular place I have found.

Now all discontent disappears.
Released from my entangled fears.

Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name Trilonnet
Image Number 2
HMS used: 8 Syllables per line. 
1st June 2023

Harry Horsman

Master Poet - This has been how I have been addressing,
Harry Horsman - who has been, to the verse world, a blessing;
Depth, decorum, delightfulness, and dovish dynamism,
Shines and reflects on his personality like a prism...!

‘A Voice In The Wilderness’, ‘Phobia’, ‘The Old Oak Tree’,
‘Rainbow Ride’, ‘Eyes’, ‘Scars Left Behind’, and ‘You May Not Agree’...
Horsman's works have, images and imageries in plenty,
Figures of speech of all kinds, in him, are cognoscenti...!

In 'An Agendaless Age', or 'In So Many Ways’,
His genuineness, like the summer sun, does always blaze;
In 'Jesus Christ' he sings delightfully of the savior,
In his love for the poor, 'The Gravedigger' finds favor...!

'Death Is Not The End’ - he said, I do not think death has won,
In snatching him off from this world, no great work he has done;
Horsman dwells in the blissful presence of angels and saints,
Physically and psychically, he’s free of constraints...!!!


27 May 2023
Tributes to Harry Horsman: An Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich

Merry Me

Suddenly seeing imageries in the shed's wooden planks,
As though my own mind is playing optical illusional pranks,
Finally have found the right high that hits me like heavy tanks.

Visualize

So trippy pretty.
Wish there were flashing colors
Hypnotizing me
With shining imageries,
Enchanted via drummers.

So Much To Cherish

"Thoughts capture fond moments in time-
     but those imageries presented in a poem
          cherish them fully with the power of words."
                                                               by Poet

Cherish- an embracing word that brings to mind,

How those things I love in life should be enshrined.

Each new day brings treasures that for sure unwind

Rich blessings captured- saved memories that bind

In fine ways that stir my mind and heart combined.

So, I cherish writing poems- some sad, most kind-

Hoping to preserve the thoughts of life I've mined.

Storm of Afflatus

in the glint of dew strewn mesmeric meadow, on the pearl laced 
waves of moon splashed sea I look for rhyme when imageries blow
on mindscape raising dust of emotion turning into storm of afflatus
making me a poet profound

see the miasma
rise from my blooming garden…
birds fly on lyric 

June 12, 2020
Prose word count : 40
Haiku syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Rhymes And Reasons
Sponsor : Line Gauthier

Victor Hails From Malta

VICTOR HAILS FROM MALTA

I picture you on your island of Malta,
fine treasures you mete with nature
and lovelorn memories. My mind’s eye
froths with imageries and portraitures.

You stir the sea of Poetry Soup’s lot,
ladle out friendship and kind words.
Halfway around the world, the sun
And moon shine with blessings stirred.

12/11/2019
Tribute to Victor Buhagiar

Lust and Death

Lust and death
Are best of friends,
Stealer of breath,
Tracks to life's end.

Epic story,
Terrific imageries,
Delivering water to your tears,
Offering cold to your spine.

Like a wind blowing dried daffodils,
Her voice took all of your senses,
Lost in lust, not knowing were your sense is,
Margret now a magnet, your pull of attraction.

You now hate the honey of chastity,
Choosing the bile of her bare breast,
You now bare your chest,
Just to wear her on your skin.

Traded your love for God,
For her love of your rod,
And as every sun rises,
You fall to her crises,
Weeping, searching for were christ is.

Lust deep in her lust,
Trapped in her valley of sin,
Only to find what many has seen,
The fossil of men whose soul are now dust.

A Thoughtful Poem

A thoughtful poem: find words, my prey-
All other things are pushed away.
While tracking them down with my heart
Exploring, finding the right part-
The chase can lead night into day.

Best words or lovely phrase to say
What's tugging at my heart today,
Are all I need to quick jumpstart-
A thoughtful poem.

The meter, rhyme, without delay
Await the treasured words while they,
As captured prey, become the art-
March to my tune and soon impart
The imageries that will convey-
A thoughtful poem.


July 22, 2019

Poems Slip On Slime

POEMS SLIP ON SLIME

You claim you’re a poet of modern generation
Specialize in making love sonnets of your time,
Words shape the theme of deformed relation
Syllables succumb to the strike of forced rhyme.

Fragile imageries borrowed from alien nature
Sliver sentences of parody the meaning mimes,
Love in heartless sonnets can’t stand the torture
Escapes unexpressed through the holes in rhyme.

The grimy ink from your pen doesn’t stop to flow
Even if the lame poems break slipping on slime,
How to put words again in place you don’t know
For you’ve sunk in sonic cacophony you call rhyme.

The rhythmic pulsation of the poet’s warm heart
I don’t feel, your frail words fail to transmit to me,
It’s time in your inert poems you need to start
Imbibing vibrant cadence the way it should be.

April 16, 2018.

Plight of the Boychild

i created another Jaja yesterday! 
a braver Jaja unlike that timid feeble boy 
Chimamanda gave life in Purple hibiscus.
i gave him a gun and a mightier heart.
i carved a pumpkin route for him to follow
i made him to have the mind of his own
then, I sent him to his father just like every 
mother sends their sons to their father. 
he gunned him down in his assaulted plights
he returned angrily to hunt me for this freedom
my experiments to pull him down failed 
and I remembered mother also created boys
she abandoned to find freedom who later 
came back to murder her in their plights
Boys come in this formless shape creating imageries larger than them which returns to
Squeeze more juice out from their dark sides.


©John Chizoba Vincent 
From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration.

A Piece of My Heart

I leave a piece of me everywhere I go,
all and sundry has a slice to show...
friends share a masterpiece,
foes spread a messy piece.
Everyone expresses the truth they know.

I leave a piece of me in every heart,
all in an attempt to play my part...
some got my sweet stars
and a few got sour scars.
Every man's perspective is his art.

I wish to leave long lasting legacies
filled with great moments and memories:
words of wisdom on mables,
milk and honey on tables...
Everyone should leave immortal imageries.

To a Poet

Hey poet! 
You are a great, 
You think of mankind
Universe, nature and God, 
Civilizations, cultures, societies
Countries, nations and communities, 
These all are the very subjects of you, poet
Handling these properly lots of virtues you find out, 
Whenever, however if these subjects come to you to act
You, alert poet instantly get ready on the blank sheets to react; 

Imageries
Similes, metaphors, 
Pros and cons and word
You properly discover and set, 
The facts artfully, wisely and exactly
So that readers can understand the reality, 
You insert knowledge, learnings and instructions
In each of lines for the present and future generations, 
You do all these wisely laboring hour after hour all the times
Even you do these without eating, sleeping through many nights.

How To Love a Poet

Make him mad with words,
Sentence his mind with imageries,
Paint a fascinating tale on his palms;
Guide his poetry like you guide your 
soul before a pride of lions down hill.
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Make him smile everymorning before 
a breakfast will be served on the dining.
Let him carve your smile on his paper with 
a metaphor that can not be utter by another.
His your heart when you hug him humbly.
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Poets are emotional and calm sometimes,
Make him feels wanted in your arms, 
go into life boat  with him sailing in an illusion
 driven spirit, he would understand you better;
without ripples see through his eyes floating.
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Let out some tears before him intensionally,
Kiss passionately with a sparkling painted lips
Poetry is his religion and muse his deity, forget not.
Poetry to him is not always literal, know that his poetry 
does not mean what it says all the time.
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Poets fall in love easily, regularly. Messily.
With people. With ideas, With food. With the 
way the light falls through your hair and
crosses your cheek, with the sound of our own thoughts. 
Love is fodder for our art. Love is the root of all poet.

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