Long Fibonacci Poems
Long Fibonacci Poems. Below are the most popular long Fibonacci by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Fibonacci poems by poem length and keyword.
Untamed Rose
Wild
Rose
Untamed
Rose unfolds,
Velvety feeling
with the breath of many flowers
Gives intense curiosity to embrace the rose
Butterflies and bees dancing on the open petals with pleasure seeking the nectar
3/11/2015
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Love
Life
Journey
Lead by God
We are all the same
It is never too late to change
He gave us the B-attitudes by which we’re to live
For He suffered by being put to death in the flesh, but made alive in the spirit
By: Eve Roper
3/13/2015
Syllables Per Line: 9 0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21
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Know
Flow
Now show
Voice that grows
Vibrant poise that glows
Radiant peace that spreads overflow.
See
Be
Clearly
As happy
Being somebody
Content to live with soul set free.
Play
Stay
Now say
Word each day
Charm that paves the way
Watch miracles spark precious sway.
Live
Give
Believe
Dare receive
Focus to achieve
Inspiration that soul conceives.
Come
Sum
Now hum
Song and psalm
Drink iced coke and rum
Watch sanguine turn tipsy and dumb.
Reach
Niche
Sense itch
Spur not preach
Connect each to each
Feel sensations prompt bold outreach.
Terse
Verse
Outburst
Blank canvas
Ink wordplay converse
Write to satisfy a deep thirst.
Leon Enriquez
09 Mar 2014
Singapore
Heart
Starts
Bold art
Joins all parts
To fill soul's sure cart
As glimpse bestows love's fond impart
Mind
Finds
Truth blind
Charm designs
Beauty that aligns
Finesse and poise where cheer consigns
Soul
Moulds
Unfolds
Sense of whole
Stray pieces now hold
Ancient kingdoms in pristine gold
Form
Storms
Prior norms
Yet transforms
Our modern reforms
To usher new dwellings and dorms
Space
Pace
New race
Light of grace
Intervenes to trace
Spirit-soul to venture this face
Time
Rhymes
Clear chimes
Stillness mimes
Silence in sure prime
To erase the debt of old crimes
Flow
Grows
Bright glow
Touch primes show
Observe highs or lows
Wavy movement in-between blows
Leon Enriquez
02 Mar 2014
Singapore
Sun
Calls
Beckons
Raw freedom
My divine carte blanche
Sun pointing way to new ventures
Released of commitments and responsibilities
Precious days of undaunted compliance to nature’s call, vivacious sun worshipper
I
Was
Younger
Radiant
Feeling explosive
Devout follower of that sun
Joyfully bursting with euphoric fanaticism
I was in my prime, fortunate, free at last, and it was a summer like no other
The
Air
Magic
Summer bliss
Nothing else mattered
T’was an endless summer of sun
My heart was atune longing for that invite to dance
How many times I wish this magnificent memory could only last forever
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on January 12, 2018 for contest THE MAGIC OF THREE sponsored by BROKEN WINGS - RANKED 3RD
At
night
fireflies
make a noise
and light up the sky
flickering their wings gossamer
pretty in the garden landing on the water pond
I drift off to sleep tranquil, relaxed, and stress free with no cares to dream a peaceful dream.
And in my dream I am transported to a magical forest where fireflies twinkle and glow, the
flashes of light make for a lovely dance.
In dreams I am wandering about trying to catch a firefly, but they are fast and busy with their
mating dance. I know that they do not live very long, only sixty-one days, sad, such beauty only
lives for a short time.
l
was
just small
with black hair
visiting grandma
and her budgie bird Pete, who flew
and would land on my head and poop and I would yell loud,
running and screaming, you stinky bird don't go on my shiny hair but he always did
one
day
he flew
after me
into the bathroom
because I really had to go
and he fell into the toilet with a big fat splash,
I laughed saying to grandma, Pete has finally figured out where he should be going
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July 26, 2015
Poetry/Fibonacci/budgie "Pete" needs to go
Copyright Protected, ID 15-694-799-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Everyone Poops,
sponsor, Roy Jerben
Third Place
I
gave
him a
second chance,
a third and fourth chance.
He was a smooth talker- a fraud!
Prisoner of pretty words, I did not see the truth,
oh, I was smitten easy prey for a skilled abuser and yet I miss him still!
His
words
pretty,
charming ways,
his fierce deep kisses!
My chain was sweet lust and desire,
it was hard to push him away- it took all my strength.
I was smitten an easy prey for an evil man skilled at getting what he wants!
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September 3, 2016
PoetryFibonacci/No More Chances
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 825-496-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Let's Talk About It
sponsor, Richard Lamoureaux
First Place
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Submitted to the contest, Second Chances
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Second Place
Lost in My Senses
What wondrous night so warm and magical,
I saw you through the tangle of leaves, the breeze gently kissing your delicate cheeks.
You weaved slowly to and fro as the yellow Chrysanthemum moon spilled its molten gold
on to your velvety cloak of royal blue.
The rustle of the branches created a symphony in tall green stalks of bamboo.
I sat beside you and you whispered your desires into my longing ear.
Every muffled word music, every sound gentle like bells heard at a distance.
Your scent lofted into the night air, sweet and fragrant,
your petals soft and perfect.
Was it all but a dream?
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Dream or Fantasy
Dream?
Or
is it
fantasy?
The beauty of you
leaves me longing for your sweet breath,
but like wisps of fading mist you have vanished from me.
Gone forever in your final dance as the moon melts slowly behind dark silhouettes.
09/27/15
Stars
Bloom
Spring's gone
Still they wink
Blind to our lost love
Yet we cherish ancient starlight
Now we see them as they were millions of years ago.
Yet we love them like flowers we dry and keep
in glass vases long after spring has passed.
For longing is not missing what may be
gone; its the light, the memory, the
echo, made more powerful because
we know they may have gone.
So when we gaze at stars,
living and dead, that
are still shining, it's
like planting our
dried flowers back
into the garden,
trusting forgotten
seeds will blossom
among the
cherished beauty
we already
know forever
at heart.