Impresses Poems | Examples

roses butterflies

they're flowing 
without the wind,
catching my performance
way at my feet,
I don't wish here,
until the caterpillar
shall bring,
My transformation
will have to sing,
and the catch of
bees before they
sting
and finally
I shall breathe.
Not a demise
but a butterfly
and its
gorgeous wings....
Impresses
the choruses

Prosconium Cantarium Aris

This that and the other
Essential to ones success
the delivery of performance
the means to an end
the beginning of the process
Prompting an applied behavior
to encourage the desired success
In a professional relationship
No professional stumbling
No conflicting interest
Practical evaluation
Let our collaborations begin
In decisive measurements
the sound moves to inspire
It's from desire
the desire to be best
Your way is my way
We collaborate to produce
We produce in inspiration 
Ode to it's success
Ode to us together
Ode to our endeavors
It's all about us
Can't are you and me
Ode to great musicians
Who get the groove
and grind
Harmony and calculations
Styles of every kind
We get it together
When it comes together
and the song impresses
We can do this one
We got our thing together

WILL'S WORDS a birthday tribute

JULIUS CAESAR Act 3 scene 2

Friends Romans countrymen lend me your ears
for Sonneteer William Shakespeare
who impresses all who doth come near
Holding rhyme & cadence ,so dear.
plays in verse also were his poetic thing
Thus making our English lingo sing.

A Vine In Winter

The dry stem of a lonesome vine of vivacity,
now painfully curled, rooted frozen,
entwining the desiccated verdant veins,
sways chilled in the winter wind of desolation.

The sleeping passion of exuberance, 
painting a picture of comatose entity,
impresses none, finds no frame, droops down uncoiled.   
Dormant emotions flicker like candle flame in freezing gale,
the crumpled vine suffers cold distress, pain unexpressed.

The original emerald lattice morphs mystically into 
a mirror of veracity with ingrained sheen of actuality, 
reflecting the real rendering of silhouetted latent essence, 
rinsed with the suppressed hues 
of distinctive spectral disposition it embodied once.
Metamorphosis creates the transient design, 
an alien in its own transformed domain,
completes the contrasting paradigm 
of the compulsive shape shift,
waiting for the touch of spring.

Some Might Say Plum Tuckered

Plum tuckered from the Polar Express,
off the rails and despairing of goody-
goody gumdrops and sweet words
that impresses many a poetic treat.

Preparation of Victorian sweets, via PC,
dreaded, droll, glorious and interminable.
I’m laughing at you, if you try, Sugar Plum.
You’ll turn colors as a longsuffering victim.

The SP Fairy, flew through the season
of peace and joy, only her tippy toes caring.
Not a fruitcake, herself, to be busy for days,
nor fuss and layer a dobosh torte for hours.

Twisted Maze

Non-conforming impresses me
Humbleness is sexy (if you can't see)

Arrogance is not even worth my precious time
Too many people nowadays - are making true love a crime

Too many mundanes play games and lie
Too many men lead their lives with ill-placed pride

Where is the integrity and honesty? Where did those days go?
Where are the actions of people who SAY they wanna show?

Where is the teamwork? Where are the compromises?
Where are all the little things? Where are all the surprises?

Whatever happened to nice things that got said?
What happened to loving with your heart AND head?

I want rarity, originality, loyalty, integrity, and truth
I want to feel young with my partner and enjoy our youth

Whatever happened to communication nowadays?
Why must they lock good souls in this twisted maze?

You, That's Who

It hits my nose
Vanilla rose
An onyx ring
Wow, can she sing!
This bluebird fair
With long brown hair
And gorgeous eyes
Yeah, butterflies
The brightest smile
Seen from a mile
Her very essence
Onstage presence
In denim, dresses
She impresses
Clicks and cues
And comfy shoes
Boots at times
The stuff of rhymes
Ok, I'll stop
I've said alot
But there's much more
I hold in store
The nth degree...
Believe you me

Adam West

ZAP: I declare that he was the best
ZONK: For no-one could beat Adam West
On TV most nights
Blue-grey vest and tights
THUNK: And a bat right there on his chest

KLUNK: Perhaps I was easily led
THUD: Accepting whatever was said
For then unlike now
His fists went KAPOW
SPLAAT: He wore two bat ears on his head

CRASH: Adam West impresses my gran
BANG: He’s much more than merely ‘Batman’ 
WALLOP: Kicks go BAM
THWACK: As fists go WHAM
CLANG: He’s Onomatopoeia Man

Steam Train Ride

The whistle blows, the chugging starts -
A steam train ride in France -
For those who like to try things 
From the past, this is your chance.

Since when it’s time to turn around,
The leading car’s unlatched
And driven to a turntable
Before it’s reattached.

The locomotive then gets cranked,
By hand! one circle ‘round.
The engineer next drives to where
The once-caboose is found.

The train is reconnected
And goes back the way it came,
Passing trees and giant rock formations,
Looking all the same.

An aqueduct appears and there’s 
An eagle in the sky,
But what impresses most on board
As we go zipping by 

Is a trio by the river,
Down below and quickly viewed,
Being very French, relaxing 
Near the water, in the nude.

TO WHICH IMAGE SHOULD WE CLING

TO WHICH IMAGE SHOULD WE CLING

Is it the hero to whose brave image we should cling
Or the sage, whose deep knowledge impresses us all
Perhaps the bard, whose melodies we hear him sing
But even the ferryman, as we’re heeding our last call

Is it the priest, to whose connections we will cling
Or maybe a seducer, for whose lines one could fall
And the one we love, who to us means everything
As the image of their sole dedication will never pall

Even a joker, who for us much joyfulness can bring
And that inspiring leader, now standing there so tall
To the image of the caregiver who will do anything
Or maybe Humpty Dumpty, now fallen off the wall

CLERIHEW shakespeare

Sonneteer Wiliam Shakespeare
impresses all who do come near
'ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE' he wrote
but Mark Antony's metaphor* ,his best quote

Dying Screams

Gusts thump the windows,
Never seen, but always heard,
Hastening to meet the tallest oaks,
Urging them to sway, bending,
Leaning as if to waltz this way, that way,
Wherever the curls and turns,
Wherever the wind’s song impresses
Them to move – east or west,
North or south, this way and that way,
Every way leads to the lingering burst of wonder,
Amazement found on the crisp edges,
Shadows betraying the notes, the music,
Revealing the laughter of a breathless moment,
When the wind meets the heart,
Silences the doubts and reassures there is hope,
Wherever the wind lays its trembling fingers,
There is the promise of a fresh, cool breeze –
Bold and strong, releasing the moments,
One by one, fading the dark, the fear,
With the dewlike sparkle of a clear joy…
Thumping at the window, impetuous and warm,
Willing to color the world in hues of soft gasps,
Wind’s song invites even the past to hold on,
Because it won’t be long before she is gone.
Just listen to her scream, then – suddenly…
She just up and leaves – the whole world,
Quiet as can be, quiet as the softest grief…
Her death such a mystery!

Powerful Togetherness

Written: December 11, 2023
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While drudging impresses to cease,
        Within the ethereal forbearance of night
        And the cosmic vast space is stormless,
        From the hour of darkness until daylight,
        And anxiousness is ultimately formless
Imbrication is referred to as "Peace."

Imbroglio, languor, and hidden disarray
       This parade of nimble cued is wordless
       This will never genuinely be worthless,
       This is increasing beyond nerveless
       This spinning wheel is reverseless,
The periphery of the panacea display.

Iceberg

Idyllic illusion!
Immaculate impulse!
Incredibly idle!
Ignites inner insight...
Invites incitingly,
Intoxicatingly,
Impresses; influences...

He Has a Gift Little Perceived -

He has a gift little perceived – 
   A mind for temperament and thoughts. 
That he is one of privilege
   Is both natural and mysterious. 

Such witchcraft to them of fright
   Puts them to good reactions – 
Harmless to a passer-by – 
   Helpful to a set of events. 

It was taught by a Master – 
   His mind is only existence. 
We walk about – caught unawares – 
   Then he finishes my sentence

And with the magic he has –
   He twists the day as we go. 
For that I could kiss his head – 
   It impresses me so.

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