Inlets Poems | Examples

Love Leaves One Breathless

“Love can change a person’s life, leave him breathless, either building him or breaking him”~ By Poet

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Cupid the great archer,
Shoots his arrow heedless!
On some, it cuts through the heart.
On some others, it only scrapes through.
On a few, it misses the target.


Once shot down, it leaves one breathless.
Heart trumpeting, shifting from one beat to another,
Rhythmically, making it pound quicker.
Opens in one the inlets of pleasure.


It makes one ecstatic and foolish,
With thoughts disjointed, emotions running amok. 
Spirit confounded and compounded.
It is madness, a pleasant kind of madness!


It comes and goes, leaving one breathless.
Guts highjacked by anxiety or ecstasy,
Always in throes of a pleasant ache,
Making the heart run a race, keeping one on his toes!


Love starts differently in varying intensity,
But it ends in a familiar way, in the same manner. 

The sweetness ends,
      infatuation dies,
 sour taste lingers,
      boredom persists!

The Power of Words

some words wound and some heal
some words seeping down, hearts steal.
some words hit hard, some deeply cut
some meant to praise, but some to insult.

      some stay inert, dead on the lips.
      some cement cracks, but some widen gaps.
      some serve as balm to those who are broken.
      some, to beautiful relationships, new doors open.

some words comfort, some are aimed to assault.
some, hit hard and pierce like a thunderbolt
God, help me utter words that uplift
use right words at the right time, a gift.

       I know words have the power to heal n' hurt
       to bring joy and tears alike in other’s heart.
       Lord anoint my lips with grace to utter words sweet,
       so that, in others, they would open inlets of delight.

Rise And Fall

inspired by The Platters song, ‘Ebb Tide’

Rise And Fall
Salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves
across caramel sands where hearts reside.

Coves of sheltered inlets harbour veiled caves
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam 
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves.

 I caress the shoreline where oft I roam
under wistful, silver of shallow sky 
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam. 

Footprints merge upon sands of time as my
lover waits with arms of open embrace
under wistful, silver of shallow sky.

Bodies cling, like sea to shore, face to face
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest,
lover waits with arms of open embrace

and I wander no more at peace to rest —
salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest
across caramel sands where hearts reside.

Harbors and Inlets

Along the waterfront where the piano keys play,
A harbor of echoes, where notes gently sway.
Keys like ripples in a tranquil bay,
A melody of inlets, where echoes stay.

Frequencies murmur with the ebb and flow,
In the salty air, where whispers go.
The seagull's cry adds to the maritime song,
A haven where sailors have journeyed along.

Under the sun's spectrum, a haven's grace,
Notes of sails and seashells interlace.
Colors of azure and golden sand,
A poetic sonnet of the sailor's land.

Harbor pathways chart sailors' course,
Echoes of anchors and the sea's discourse.
In the inlets, where the notes align,
A visual journey beneath the sun's design.

Through hidden coves and open seas,
On the inlet where the winds tease.
Colors in intensity, a maritime map,
A poetic sonnet of the seafarer's lap.

So, let the breezy keys guide your way,
By the piano harbor where dreams may sway.
In the melody of the sea, where the notes unveil,
A poetic voyage, a musical inlet tale.

I Knew What Was Coming Next

i knew what was coming next
as I set the sandwich down
there is a proper way
to remove the crust I heard
and that familiar jolt
ran up the length of my spine
as it settled into my logic
of course, she is right
you slice it with a knife
deftly removing the baked border
scissors is another exacto move
hunger forced me to use the hands
and resulting in the baked border
ripping into the soft sheet of white
resembling more of some land mass
where the shore had cleaved into it
creating inlets
where delineation should have prevailed
there is a proper way to remove crust
is all I heard as I grasped the knife

   Oregon   6/23

In the Folds

O hollowing gales,take me to the breathtaking sights
Where dreams abide and love resides
      in the ensemble of butterflies 
      and beautiful summer skies

where morining sparrows narrate the lore of romantic lovers
and sunny spells were followed by scattered showers
   you are my queen in both realms
    In reality and in my dreams

Where the days are inlets of pleasure
 and nights have all the hidden treasure
    if love is in the heart
   someday it will burst into art

Where the oceans are rising with passion
 and the lovers are treated with compassion
   As you knocked on my heart
    every ounce of my being fell apart

     Where hearts are dancing with glee
  under the lovely shades of chinar tree
   Let me taste different flavours on the tongue
   In the folds of green and young


07-02-2022

Flooding Peace

block at start bitter thoughts, open inlets of love and joy ~ peace will flood


July.3. 2022

The Art of Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless
Syllable count. 17 (HMS)

Sailor Meets the Siren

He fell off topside and floated in the ocean for a while.
He traveled downstream hanging onto a whale with a smile.
Ending up in a river with some beautiful inlets and a song.
The lure of a melodic siren showed him nature was not wrong.

She had a lilt that lifted him out of his doldrums that day.
Her music caused him to think of gorgeous beaches far away.
He was intrigued and entranced, and mesmerized by her.
He would have stayed with her forever, and been happy pure.

But alas, she was not real, a kind of mirage, a spirit sprite.
He held on to her with a sweet cuddle that felt incredibly right.
In the morning she was gone, and he was back on deck on his ship.
The only proof he had of his adventure was a mermaid tattoo on his hip.

Just a Drop of Water

humidified life

nourishes a thirsty mind

like poetry it settles

on a leaf of emotion

transpires ideas

while insects feed

on nectar 

and manna

from somewhere appears

on reason and feelings


inlets and outlets

cascades of poetry

set free and

captured in the moment


another droplet

lowers the guards

hangs on to a twiglet

for weaver birds 

to build a nest

to rest and nurse

the young ones


a web of inspiration

such ambrosia

I would not trade it

for a pot of gold


a quiver for arrows

ink for the pen

a fountain of inspiration

a well in motion

nature’s tear of joy

just a drop of water

Prose Poem Hogarth

Shell like and thin,without and within,whose surface naturally co-incide.Straight rays from the eyes,horizontal,perpendicular,grace with beauty personified.
Simplicity,intricacy uniformity .Quanitified.inlets of beautyevident,entertaining the eye glutted with variety.A plainspace,pleasant to see,scroll and volute in symmetry,surprised by mimicry to avoid regularity.Simple,distinct enjoying with ease, in cone form or pyramid will ever please.Allegory,riddlewhere angles amuse,magnitude ill-shaped,adds greatness to grace,a broken line to enhance each face.Lines  entwine,twistingthen un-wind.Serpentine,well composed adds variety to art,waving,dotted or straight,elegantgrace in our eye will impart.

Coming Storm

A hush came upon
The noon time sun
The season has gone
with this ground undone.

In snow as feathers
fall landing soundless
I see its letters
In perfection's guess.

The sky the paragraph
The tomb of gone time
In an icing of a draft
Giving a totemic rhyme.

My stores are poor
The land to yield
This season no more
As buried in this field.

In Spring to find the means
To be drawn to rivulets
And meandering streams
To sea by tidal inlets.

Virus's Nemesis

"Behold, I come quickly." Book of Revelation

I'm a fugitive within
eluding essence
easily beheld by
intangible tangent --- contagion terrorized.
The body that is so dignified, if not deified,
how can it house so violent a guest that
dwells in hell's exactitude?
In transient body fragile flesh
serves god's amplitude.
Silver inlets of faith revoke
solitude -- in god's company one is never alone -- for 
another day's vast vicissitude, lingering currents of faith
slip into night's safe haven past
the tumultuous velocity acquiring fluency with
god's fiat of investiture -- in hope.

Beauty In Blue

Poetically sees, this marvel by me- 
this vision, pristine, presented in blue-
the post-sunset sky, stars mirrored, set free
to dance on the lake that follows on through

the jagged shoreline of inlets and curves
graced sharply by craggy, uneven peaks.
And there, standing tall, with pride he deserves,
surrounded by beauty- wonder, mystiques-

neath alien sky and far distant stars-
an earth man beholds blue beauty on Mars.


June 14, 2019

For The Contest, 'Blue Dress'
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen



Note: On Mars, while the sky is red during the day, the sunset is blue. 
The reason for this is that the dust particles always make a blue halo
around the sun on Mars, but the halo is only easy to see when the light
passes through all the dust while coming over the horizon.

Oklahoma

There are no lofty mountain peaks, nor inlets of the sea.
Just rolling plains for miles on end, where the wind blows wild and free. 

And before we found the oil, what was there indeed?
Mild lands, so unadorned, unsuited for man's greed. 

Perhaps that's why the sowers, the ones who came before,
Were so intent on fashioning, for their children, so much more. 

What quiet beauty in the hands, that built this precious state,
Tis it not man's greatest gift? To till, and plant, and wait?

Knowing well the fruit will come, too late for us to taste.
And knowing still our choice was right, that others call a waste. 

By the struggle of our fathers, and sons in years to come,
who's to speak the limit, of what we can become?

2 September 2017

Fantasia Erotica Iv: the Line

The praises of goddesses Juno and Venus have been confirmed 
from the traffic causing attraction of your shape
such countenance which can make night overlap the day;
updating the perception of beauty for it to turn inside out
is a true reflection of my unthinkable fortune.


The smooth self seductive line which is in between those fleshy monuments
and the spread of its huge fences to widen its width
wirelessly command hormonal rush to get me executed
through the slaughter of its erotic blasts.
A freak is created, anytime its surrounding squeezable mountains
are well camped by my needy hands and lips.
Such a line, so hypnotizing and domineering
is a channel of sexual irrigation with two lovely inlets,
an upper small protective and a lower large inviting.
I give prreference to the invitation 
which has an incredibly wet reception
because that is where my intimacy with you is constantly refined
taking our physical contact to a supernatural satisfaction.

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