Liquescent Poems | Examples

Abandon

Abandon through the flowing blue ice streams, 
          then rise to thirsty trees and fields of dreams. 

Abandon in the beige fields of Indian red autumn, 
          skeletal keepers lean from the fragrant ledge then forgotten.

Abandon through the weaving champagne sunbeams, 
          stairway to nirvana, most transient gleams.

Abandon in golden salamander orange, that hath, 
          set archway of pendulous amber stipule path.

Abandon in the summer sky blue waterfall, 
          frond through the echoes, grayish fog call.

Abandon in   lichen depth and pinnacle spears, 
          bent and rooted in the brown, in deaf ears.

Abandon in liquescent hands, in its melancholy vale, slowly unfurl, 
          meeting once more in a dying golden pearl. 

Reaching for the stars, yet the soul hath life diviner. 
          Let it sooth my bleak sorrow and my ashen sin, a love finer.

Unconditional Surrender To Love

Liquescent sunset fades away, 
From the calm ocean horizon; 
Slow ease, moving, 
Mingling hues of scarlet, 
Coral mood of twilight. 

Immerse in the serene ocean music, 
Waves begin to creep within reach; 
Graceful pull, backs away, 
To its labyrinth fathoms depth. 

The air, I inhale deep, 
Lost in briny cool breeze. 
My passionate heartbeat 
Consumes in its quintessence 
Of the unfeigned world, 
My simple lullaby. 

Seagulls sailing by 
Settling down for the night. 

Alone, just my beloved and me, 
Sit on a blanket, spread out 
Over the grain of sand, nuzzling close. 
A picnic, under the nascent twilight heaven. 

Candles flicker blue-red flames, 
Stimulating sparks, from the gentle stroke
Rolling off the ocean breeze. 

A basket of fresh fruits, aged cheese,
Two crystal glasses 
Filled with champagne as love beckons. 
A fleeting glance into colorfulness night; 
For our ardent passion flowers 
Our unconditional surrender.



3/30/2020

Pleasing Sweet With Pleasure Bc

 You, my beloved;
           Stars inspire to sway and move in the day
             Those hours which happiest till our feeble age

  Glimmer of pearls trickle and drip on silk; 
    A rhythmic rouse through billows of cream milk 

  Pendulous amber stipule path, weaving 
    Warm champagne beams, on ruffle berth leaving 

  Darkness of an abandon mid-night moon, 
    Gloom bands standing fields and wood-fill life swoon

     You, my beloved;
           Stars inspire to sway and move in the day
             Those hours which happies till our feeble age

  Fragrant firmament then forgotten ours; 
    Liquescent hands reaching for the fixed stars 

  Curled up to the world's eld averting gaze, 
    To pluck the ripened unearth passion blaze 

  A glitter of amorous scene of warmth 
    Nor fading heaven, wake no bounds fruit worth 


3/8/2020

Poetry Contest: Picture Prompt  
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri

A Single Seagull

I amble windswept in murky dimness, 
Lost in its briny cool breeze
Imagine, I, a seabird in flight 
Over passionate heartbeat
Breadth cerulean sea. 

Pulled down from heaven to 
Laud its mysterious labyrinth
Unimaginable fathoms depth. 
It's soul never calm a constant reach
To embrace the breast of ever grain of sand. 
Ravished from her breast 
Liquescent sunset dissolving
Into blue horizon inviting twilight.


1/27/2020

Autumns Atonement

Whispers fall in the vacuum of thoughts
As the leaves slowly fall to their demise
Hibernal hearts frozen within their knots
The winds of change cascading in their cries

Temperate seasons bring the equinox
My solstice soul sheds liquescent layers
Deciduous trees cover ravaged rocks
The monolithic moon absorbing prayers

Sequential storms strumming within the mist
Harvests bring hunger of love in the cold
Salivating snow marches with a fist
As September stumbles with a blindfold

The fresh air of fall cleanses the moment
In the cycle of autumn’s atonement.




Musical Background by
The Muses
Sound of Silence
With Female Virtual Voice


Sept.28.2019
Autumn sonnet Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton

Placed 2'nd...Thank You

Once Upon a Meaningful Life

Upon meadows of luscious green,
A lubricious life of sweet serene…
Upon valleys of the vastness view,
A liquescent life of the dawning dew.

Upon majestic mountain’s perky peaks,
A loquacious life as Heaven soundly speaks…
Upon the refreshing rivers rejoicing runs,
A lacustrine life amidst smiling suns.

Upon caring clouds that hold their weep,
A lachrymal life as the skies soaking sweep…
Upon towering trees that swing and sway,
A liliaceous life in a perennial play.

For life is love and love is life.






May.28.2019
The Meaning of Life
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke


Placed 9'th...Thank You

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve
Written: by Tom Wright
12/24/2015

Car tires swishing through liquescent snow,
Store fronts adorned with a seasonal glow.
Christmas shoppers displaying a stressful scowl,
While on silent wings God’s Angels prowl;

The darkness seems very much awake,
Its bone chilling cold causing me to shake;
Floating on Zephyrs is a caroler’s song,
About peace on earth all year long;

With winter moon suspended low in sky,
My thawing fingers now appear to sigh.
Once more, I’m reminded, this Holiday season,
It isn’t about gifts, but Jesus is the reason.

Epiphany

The first crystal drop 
of realization 
shatters your glassy surface

and radiates the idea outward
in reflective ripples growing in concentric circles 
with the newness of being thought of for the very first time.. 

one drop 
follows another 
in a thoughtful cascade
and a thrilling commingling of contemplative resonance
skimfully intersects on a liquescent wavelength -

like a collection of Chinese linking rings 
smoothly passing through each other

exchanging enchantment and casting their own brand of magic
in lucid fluidity across the suffused surface
of your soulful depths;

that -
in this most 
precious of moments -
revels in revealing the answers you seek.


Susan Ashley 
July 28, 2018

Abandon

Abandon through the flowing blue ice streams, 
          then rise to thirsty trees and fields of dreams. 

Abandon in the beige fields of Indian red autumn, 
          skeletal keepers lean from the fragrant ledge then forgotten.

Abandon through the weaving champagne sunbeams, 
          stairway to nirvana, most transient gleams.

Abandon in golden salamander orange, that hath, 
          set archway of pendulous amber stipule path.

Abandon in the summer sky blue waterfall, 
          frond through the echoes, grayish fog call.

Abandon in   lichen depth and pinnacle spears, 
          bent and rooted in the brown, in deaf ears.

Abandon in liquescent hands, in its melancholy vale, slowly unfurl, 
          meeting once more in a dying golden pearl. 

Reaching for the stars, yet the soul hath life diviner. 
          Let it sooth my bleak sorrow and my ashen sin, a love finer.


  6/26/2018

The a Capella Pirate By Based On Portrait No 6, Theater By Mary Cassate 1879

THE A CAPELLA PIRATE by Jeanette Jones 
based on Portrait No 6, Theater by Mary Cassate 1879 



THE A CAPELLA PIRATE

Be it Pirates of Penzance or H.M.S Pinafore, 
it never really matters. 

His bombastic swaying of her in 
his arms, always convinces 
his crowd of his charismatic charms.
 
His licentious embrace and his 
liquescent voice envelopes all. 

The ruffles on his blouse, I image them, 
the ruffles on my face. 
It is only the ruffles from the fan 
in my gloved hand. 
As the orchestra peaks at Sullivan’s 
instructions, his audience leaps 
to their feet. 

Not me. 
I’m waiting for the music to cease.
 
I sit patiently within the darkness; 
our eyes finally meet.
 
Pandemonium treachery is evaded as 
the music ceases; 
he serenades me 
a cappella.

Into the Blue

Into the Blue


Into the heartbeat of the blue sea of crystal glass 
Never calm, but constantly moving rippling water 
Truly mysterious in its grandeur surpass beauty
Obedient to unimaginable fathoms depth 

~

Thirsty for the kiss of helpless sandy shores the waves drift on
Her heavenly breast with luscious relaxing sounds and
Endless scent of the briny cool breeze

~
 
Blue sea merges into the rising blue horizon
Liquescent sunset of dissolving view closes the day 
Under the shadow of the drifting shapeless clouds
Effortlessly inviting twilight completing the dark blue night 



1/11/2016

Aah Spring

Spring ushers in our warming breezes,
That whispers softly through the trees.
Making liquescent, late winter freezes,
Then blossoms appear, and later the bees.

The trees will soon wear natures clothing, 
Currently standing naked, tall, and rigid.
Shortly, the days will become less loathing,
Because my time outside won’t be so frigid.

Master Puppeteer

Can you comprehend the surveillance?
Recognize the Cyclopean that is manipulation
Suffer as fingertips osculate the doll 
Your existence in cadence with its animation
Answers painted upon the walls of elucidation 
Yet enveloped within a sadistic façade 

If only mortification was your apparatus 
Feasible would be your liberation
To fracture your damnation of kismet
Your oblivious disposition maintains insurance
Of my authentic ipseity concealment 
Penetration of veracity remains abeyant 

You confine my chassis to a line
An unhindered, forward faced, entity 
Blasphemy, impudence, and your curse
 Liquescent, manumitted, and your marquis
Flashbacks of lifetimes past, occurred moments ago
Destiny of a soul, iota of my jest

Your obstinate and averse species
Enslaved to stigmas of my amusement 
My merited eponyms you endow to others
Fate, karma, spirit, soul mate, life and death
All components, all puppets in my phenomenon 
For I am the Master Puppeteer, I am Time

Eloquent

Flickering flame continue your warmth tonight
Liquescent wax dripping so slowly that it freezes
In a droplet before the fall, hanging forever in limbo

I am that droplet, in limbo, neither cold nor hot
Molding soft like clay, needing a potter for perfection


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