Long Poetry month Poems
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Ghost, River, Shiver, Gaze, Wicked, Cold
Someone stood by the river,
I was glad I wasn’t going to be the only one,
I was to come with my grandfather,
But he had been unwell.
I greeted the man,
He only nodded in response,
I gazed at him but he seemed oblivious to my scrutiny,
He was busy with his net,
A cold wave of unease washed through me.
As I pushed my boat to the river,
Suddenly the man offered me his net,
I shook my head,
His hand was still insistently stretched toward me,
I looked into his eyes and saw a glimmer of kindness,
I shivered as I took the net,
I silently prayed that the spirits of my ancestors guide me.
I thrust my boat further into the river and paddled to the centre,
I looked in the direction of the man,
He waved at me,
I cast the net into the water
And noticed a continuous ripple on the surface,
I tried to pull out the net and noticed it was heavy,
I summoned the strength of the spirits,
The catch was sudden and massive,
I glanced toward the direction where the stranger had been,
He was no longer there,
“He wasn’t a wicked ghost after all,” I thought with a smile,
April 14, 2025.
Words chosen
River Heart. Shiver Gaze. Lush Tender
Mr. and Miss meet at river strand,
when spectacular twilight started to display
marvelous hues to be pasted on firmament.
Ambient is flush with lush colors on cerulean sky
Peerless panorama to overwhelm.
Poetry of Nature got entry with poems of gems.
Four eyes gaze at each other drinking dreamy desires
Both hearts shivered on thrill.
Seven heavens came down to greet.
Ardent ardour embowered emotive urge.
Passion sprouted.
Evening merged to night :
Light and darkness to fight.
Descent Crescent Moon peeped
and winked at the couple.
Eternal time took pause.
At the very tender moment
amour is sealed :p
Best bliss of Mr. and Miss.
Poem of love to compose
on petals of scarlet red rose.
GALAXY YOKE BOMBARD MASTICATE LUSH VISCOUS
Some say our galaxy’s a feeble joke,
and I’m not one to beat about the bush:
two stellar oxen, fastened by a yoke?
Mythology, to me, is so much mush!
The moon, I guess, is made of white hibiscus!
I never take the storyteller’s bait.
We intellectuals are on our guard:
there’s no such thing as ‘destiny’ or ‘fate’.
Don’t follow fables: that way, you’ll fall hard.
I put my faith in science. Am I ‘woke’?
The president says toilets fail to flush.
That SCOTUS justice – is he an old soak?
He’s fond of beer – does that make him a lush?
The others go for substances more viscous,
which take a little time to masticate:
the pleasures which we’re able to retard
feel somehow more intense. Thus, ‘better late
than never’ means, ‘Bill Murrayed’, not ‘Bill Mahered’.
And words have meaning. If you want to ‘stoke’,
it doesn’t mean you’d much prefer to ‘gush’:
and on the whole it’s not as bad to ‘poke’
(because it’s less invasive) as to ‘push’.
Is ‘facial hair’ a neater term than ‘whiskers’?
So, my belief. I’d rather be a plate
than sharp and incomplete – ie, a shard.
It’s nobler if our pilots sit and wait
than if they get the order to bombard.
As we all know, April is “National Poetry Month.”
Last year’s Poetry month, was like a month-long superbowl.
We all enjoyed the fireworks, the rhyming-parades,
live televised poetry jams and interpretive dances (ick).
Speaking about last year, once again, the Academy of American Poets
has asked me to take the month off - for ”the sake of poets everywhere.”
“Dear Anais
Don’t betray us.
April’s our month to shine.
We’re asking you to confine,
your poetry to the other 11 months,
please listen to us - just this once.
Your poetry isn’t that popular,
and we think your work is subtacular.”
They’d rhymed it, of course.
I was moved.
I mean, if you write my kind of poetry,
It’s a good idea to keep moving,
Happy Poetry Month!
The sparkling dawn lights up my onyx heart,
spreads the sunburst spectrum of yearning
in the fervent garden of feeling, blooming with my love,
designs the facsimile of your florid face.
In the lush valley of my mind contoured by desire,
I carve the channel of craving to reach you.
The fervid cloud of passion melts in tuneful torrent,
making my buoyant love a cascading river, I swim.
Wafting with the current of your charming allure,
my emotions soar high in your moonlit satin sky,
where my love weaves the enticing lattice of stars,
I gaze mesmerized with my sequined vision.
When my garden is drenched by the eventide hue,
I see your beauty blossom in my amorous arms.
The sapphire patina of the unfurling iris buds
glistens in your eyes with the lilting luster of love.
The drops of joyful tears in the corner of your eyes
gleam like the lucent pearls of shimmering dew,
reflect the radiant flicker of yearning of my heart,
the senses take me to the edge of the eclipsed time.
In midsummer mystique night of fantasy, I take you
through the moondust mist to the shining seashore.
As my heart pulsates with the rhythm of cobalt waves,
I place in your tender arms a bouquet and an entranced me.
With the melody of the whistling flute of beguiled breeze,
and the mesmeric music of the rolling waves of desire,
I compose the lyrics of my love that resonates for you
the rhapsody of longing, configuring my dreams in your eyes.
Hope Springs Eternal in our Winter of our Discontent
Poem for April 2020 Poetry Month Day 1 based writer’s digest prompt posted on all poetry and my web page the world according to cosmos
Hope springs eternal in the winter of our discontent
On the daily news that fills us with dread
Perfect storm of hatred, fear and despair?Everywhere we go nonstop fear broadcasted
Despair fills my heart as I turn on the news
Everywhere we are in the midst of the pandemic
Simply put death is at hand
Planning for the future yet waiting for death
At worst we will all die not today but soon
In the long term we are all dead
Remembering the dead all around us
yet I end this poem with a word of hope
hoping for the best
while preparing for the worst
all I can do to stay sane
as I await my fate
on this dismal date
April 1 is indeed
April Fool’s date
is that our fate
this endless dance with death?
and to end with a sign of hope
I know that if I have you by my side
I will survive I will survive
until the end of time itself
takes us to the other side
**
T~ This is for all the great master poets of art.
H~ Having the skills, the words, and the smarts.
E~ Emotions you've captured, the thoughts you provoked.
P~ Pouring your heart out with a pen in your hand,
O~ Orchestrating your words like no one can.
E~ Elizabeth Browning, Dickinson, Shakespeare, and Poe,
T~ Twain and Frost - these great ones you know.
R~ Reflecting on their works, that have brought us to tears.
Y~ Yes, yearning for more, we felt all their fears.
M~ Masterfully crafted their words - they can fool,
A~ An artist on paper, their pen is their tool.
S~ Strategy, playing with rhythm and rhymes,
T~ Touching our hearts and enriching our minds.
E~ Experts and masters, their poems live on.
R ~Reflecting on your memory now that you're gone.
S~ So, thanks for your poetry. I leave with this thought, "How do I love
thee?" *
Acrostic ~ Rhyme
4 - 19 / revised - 4-4-22
* How Do I Love Thee? is a Sonnet
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Acrostic Poetry Contest ~ 4/19
Sponsored by: Family Friend Poems
~ 1st ~
The month of April is designated as National Poetry Month.
This poem was written in honor of well-known poets.
Rose petals crinkle between my fingers
Of the flowers the smallest man on Earth gifted
No person could seal the cracks in my heart's foundation
Well, until the day you glistened into my vision
Party back one August, seas of flesh enticed me
I did the waltz with a young man, springing with vitality
But the dark circles that guarded your eyes of hazel
Pulled me into your nation's tight borders
You were never afraid to welcome me
Arms swung open, the kingdom's gates
Wrapped with layers of deep crimson fabric
The grasp stole my breath quicker than anxiety did
You were convincing my father, quoting Socrates
Mouth flowing with a river of eloquence
Fingers brushed against my rose sequin dress
Wait, what's this warmness on my hand?
"The unexamined life is not worth living"
The words delivered cool like spearmint
Deep in my bosom, a feeling brewed
Heartbeats against my chest like stray bullets
Tato nodded his head, patting your head of dark curls
"Treat my daughter right, Stavros."
"Not my name. But I'll do it for her."
And with that, we hurried back into the room's center
Now, you're the gleaming rhinestones in my life
Beaming with wit and polished with a sugar-sweet kiss
I examine you under daylight's breath
Oh, my mirror, I can't believe you get to be mine
I'm applying for 'Best Narrative Poem', 'Best Love or Intimacy Poem', and 'Best New Poet' in the "April National Poetry Month Poetry Contest". I joined this site on January 18th, 2026.
APRIL NATIONAL POETRY MONTH CONTEST
BEST LOVE OR INTIMACY POEM
Apprehensively, I stepped into a crowded
Wedding reception of a distant relative,
That is when I saw you from afar,
Instantly, my mood changed from apprehensive,
To desire, a woman born magicly for me!
Your flawless skin
Suntanned and glowing,
Your long red hair
Fiery and flowing,
Your presence melted
Throughout my being,
Your flighty flirty silky voice
Above the music and the noise,
Was like an angel’s harp,
A cupid’s arrow,
Aimed straight at my heart.
My breathing shallow,
With a saucy look,
You threw your head back,
Flicked your hair,
Was this a dare,
I drowned in your gaze,
You turned my way,
As if to say yes, you may.
The floor began to slide,
Quickening my pulse,
My senses not so steady,
I felt quite heady,
Your sensuality electric,
It was incredible,
I could almost taste your lips,
So cherry red, so edible,
As I savored you, but
No more could I take.
I walked across the room
And swung you in my arms,
Your titillating laugh,
And long slender legs,
Told secretly of
Other Hidden charms.
I took you home,
The wind was wild,
Your red hair slapped my face,
You held my arm so tight,
With excitement yet with
Poise and grace.
On the way, not a word
Did you speak, your wide,
Hazel brown eyes said all.
We fell in love that night,
And knew each other well,
By first light.
I cradled you murmuring
I will love you till I die,
She took a strand of her long
Red hair, encircling
Our wedding fingers.
Competition Entry: APRIL NATIONAL POETRY MONTH POETRY CONCERT
SPONSOR: Daniel Henry Rogers
Date: 07/04/2026
Ghost/Box, Shiver/Gaze, Cold/Wicked
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The Spectre of a Bride
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It looked just like a quiet place
Though *cold and dark inside
I’d scorned all the haunting tales
Of a *ghostly spirit bride
I saw it hanging in the room
A cob web? old and stale?
But as I *gazed through dusky gloom
I saw a wedding veil
Beneath the veil a small pinched face
*Shivered with cold dead eyes
And from her pale and bloodless lips
She uttered whimp’ring cries
A crimson stain was on her dress
She clutched a dripping knife
And on the floor a body lay
New husband of this wife
I’d heard, of course. But not believed
The things that people said
How the *wicked groom betrayed his bride
And how she stabbed him dead
But now she’s *boxed inside this house
Where she can find no peace
For the girl who hanged for murder
The horrors never cease
I left this sad demented house
I left with no goodbye
For now I know behind these walls
A girl will ever cry