Lofts Poems | Examples

When Summer Is Gone

When summer is gone
Clouds start their move with a scurry
As if to attend to some urgent work 
Taking their move as a harbinger,
Birds and animals reset their homes 
And preserve foods in secret stores
Get ready, the farmers, with ploughs and processed seeds
Men take out their umbrellas from lofts.
Mothers wait eagerly for children’s comeback from school.
Children look like heavy weight champions with waterproof jackets.
Youth rush to restaurants to relish hot and yummy savouries.
The poor old men try to patch up their thatched huts.
Villagers offer reverence to gods for good rain
A huge locomotion everywhere 
Pitter-patter rain drops
Come down with flashes and splashes.


Placed: 1st

Into the Night

I wish our story never 
faded away like a dream 
and lost its meaning in reality.

If there was love there,
it was ghost-like and soundless,
and lost maybe in my hope 
somewhere—bouncing—
off of the walls we have 
built to protect ourselves.

Into the night that hope
went—seen no longer—
expected no longer—as the 
dawn loyally lofts.

Casting Pearls

If you must rub shoulders of swine,
    a gentle smoke lofts fragrance divine.

Fort Myers Florida

I left out riding my bike down 
first street over looking the 
wildly calm river artist's lined 
bicentennial entrance way where 
Thomas Edison Rockefeller
 
and Ford feasted on clams 
my mind wandered about 
the timing of the dem lights to 
brighten the garden lofts above 
the streets soft jazz from 

Billie holiday rang out down 
old Hendry street my heart strings 
mingled with the Sunday drivers 
passing by after mass fondly 
trying to pick me up leaving 

the shops it was noon it was 
damp the sun peeked in behind 
the gulf today a few children 
skipped by carrying balloons 
while the fishermen tossed nets 

near the shore sand collected 
beneath my toes as two boats 
docked this was home my life
an yet the Caribbean whispered
to me waves slammed against 

the stone walls I felt a few sprinkles 
I quickly dashed into the book store 
on the corner while the aroma of fresh 
French bread gather all of my senses 
luring me to a sit down with brunch 

tiny raisin bagels diced mangos 
inside a vintage wine glass 
one thousand sparrows flew
backwards within the breeze      
as I rest on the steps of St Francis

Wedding Poem

How will you keep it together?
After the excitement of your wedding day,
and the honeymoon sure to follow,
still respecting each other's views,
and perspectives,
even when it's hard to swallow.
Answers are more felt, then known,
originating from your now joined,
spirits and hearts.
Allow access always to each other,
and your chances are good,
to be together at the first end.
Otherwise opposites that once attracted,
won't last long after the start.
You must defeat time, life's challenges, 
and forgetting slowly, the gift you were 
to each other. 
Make no mistake, they can erode the bond,
you pledged without a doubt, this day.
Don't be like others, find some laughs,
in barn lofts, playing in some fresh, 
sweet smelling hay.
Attracting your spirits to gather together,
once more to play,
in their own unique way.
The best way to defeat the, "taking for granted"
curse, keeping it at bay, far, far, away.

Wedding Poem

How will you keep it together?
After the excitement of your wedding day,
and the honeymoon sure to follow,
still respecting each other's views,
and perspectives,
even when it's hard to swallow.
Answers are more felt, then known,
originating from your now joined,
spirits and hearts.
Allow access always to each other,
and your chances are good,
to be together at the first end.
Otherwise opposites that once attracted,
won't last long after the start.
You must defeat time, life's challenges, 
and forgetting slowly, the gift you were 
to each other. 
Make no mistake, they can erode the bond,
you pledged without a doubt, this day.
Don't be like others, find some laughs,
in barn lofts, playing in some fresh, 
sweet smelling hay.
Attracting your spirits to gather together,
once more to play,
in their own unique way.
The best way to defeat the, "taking for granted"
curse, keeping it at bay, far, far, away.

Daedalus and Icarus

Daedalus And Icarus

E'er thee an apparatus means to fly,
Ye equaling a part of chambered lofts,
Bestow upon thee that preoccupy,
Serendipitous thou challenges softs.

Ye, Crete's labyrinth denotes completion,
I shalt ere thee pleasure my dream to be,
Near its end, I urged sage words to my son,
Abandon naught for the gods watch o'er thee.

Ne'er neareth sea lest moisture heft thee down,
Go naught neareth Sun whilst thee is in flight,
Ere the wax in thy wings melt and ye drown,
Heed naught, heat melted, he sank in the bight.

Daedalus wept the loss of Icarus,
Goddess Nemesis said due to hubris.

2020 February 27

Howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables total

Lovers Drink

Tempting balm tonics reposed fantasist,
Panacea liquifies mirage views,
Crafts allusive lofts energies persist,
Twain heart's favor lips a desire to schmooze.

Elixir defines the gist of lovers,
Exposes the length of listed measures,
Hearts and souls, supernatural pleasures,
Cascade gifted juice as meant lips puckers.

Charts a course of innumerable sips,
Bottled refinery impatient lips,
Passion extremes supple to its excess,
Forward sweethearts immortal kiss access.

Tinctured herbs ripen souls remarkably,
Drink-filled lovers strengthen eternally.


2019 October 15


Rhyme scheme; abab, cddc, eeff, gg
howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables total

Lovely

Lovely love lives
Grace gently gives


Stillness speaks soft
Light laughter lofts


Feel flavours fine
Live lovely lines


Think timely thoughts
Ply pleasing plots


Dance dreamy day
Prompt profound play


Frame funny face
Glimpse grandeur's grace


Quaint query quest
Rich rapture rest




Leon Enriquez
25 March 2019
Singapore

What Is Real Love For

WHAT IS REAL LOVE FOR

A real love is patient
Yet a real love surreal
A real love is engaging
A real love follows truths
A real love delivers more
The same is true when you live a life alone
Embracing the thoughts of the silent ones
Breaking the lofts of the enraged lion
Roaring for the attention
At the lost sheep minding their way
Loving at bay
These are the soft spoken days
Of engaging some rough
The touch the rustic real love
Real love surreal, delivers more
Question what is real love for?
05/10/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©

Wind Chimes

Have I need for tuned wind chimes to know that you're near?
Or a president's pardon to feel in the clear?
For anxieties vanish like rain on spring's grass
With our turquoise, soft skies, and love filling my glass.

Oh, a day like today seems to conjure a kite!
The scant string that restrains me helps add to the height
Of the visions you show me! The breezes you bring!
"If I had a real heart," I think 'Tin Man' might sing.

Like a 'Strad' played by Menuhin! Purposes meld:
"Meditation on Thais," lofts notes that get spelled
As by plane. All see "L-O-V-E!" The truth floats in the sky!
Music's 'goosebumps' suggesting a sound bye and bye!


Brian Johnston
April 9, 2018

Ask

Ask for the light to show the way,
Seek love's sure sight to bless each day,
Keep true the flight as joy lofts play.


Aim to be clear in heart and mind,
Stretch precious cheer and dare be kind,
Keep faith not fear where hope aligns.


Apt sanguine style moves passion bold,
Speak words worthwhile as truth unfolds,
Keep curious miles as quest finds soul. 




Leon Enriquez
11 May 2017
Singapore

Ship To Wreck

The desert ships plod across the dreary splintered sands 
Their sinking hooves paddle wearily  in the tan of dunes
Shoving a daunting mist of dust 
That lofts to hatch a ceremony of  omens
The desert speaks, the desert plays its harp 
Every step pulls the thin fabric of survival 
And the dying travellers remain tensive
Their yawning will to survive starves 
And the riders gutter down every calorie into its mouth
Feeding their sinew to cling on.
The herky-jerky of the saddle 
Irons flat their leathery palms
And their grip blisters 
The pride of lions living in the camels' snorts
Gush a din of anguish with every roar
The desert speaks, the desert plays its harp
The wilting souls speak an ocean tongues 
Yet all understand the one language of the desert
The scroll is spread and its tan await ink 
Each camel writes its story 
Footstep after footstep, line after line
The grains of sand are filled with memories 
And soon the desert storms will lay flat a fresh page 
To embrace the succeeding authors

Sadness

Ink stains slide here on empty page:
Sense flavours feel with a clear tact,
Art of heart glides as words now stage;
Deed moves sad will to squeeze the fact,
Note weary gloom now fill this room;
Echoes of old linger most soft,
See floral blooms in stillness zoom;
Scenes thus unfold in higher lofts.
Seek to know truth though pain sculpts hurts,
Peace of mind heals as closure comes;
Embrace death's proof in mortal dirt,
Ask love to fill as pure grace sums;
Keep in your heart fine memories,
Stillness frames art as love beauty.




Leon Enriquez
24 November 2016
Singapore

Relic

I come to you,
hands surrendered, open,
full of heavy wounds.

Oh the drips of precious life,
those you gather in your breath,

to nurse your blackened heart.


I say you are a civil servant,
You think I mean saviour.
Whatever you are,
it is a gateway,
a tightrope.
You cross unknown voids,
  air does not move you.

It erodes you faster because you do not sway.

I have the idea to show you my gums,
as if this means I pose no threat.
Not sidetracked by pearly whites,
you tell me I reek of failure.

I find us hidden under floorboards,
swimming in dark pools of unknown fish.


No longer ignorant.
I push you into lofts of darkness,
you confront the monsters alone.
I knew they were there,
claws, 
scratching through my ceiling.

I sought this hell,
this
oblivion,
now I am here, 
there is no place like home.

Here,
the windows only open
when our eyes close.

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