Long Softer Poems

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Premium Member Autumn Fire


Those fiery leaves, before our eyes,
   fall down like flames from autumn skies,
      and twirl with breezes to the ground;
begin to swirl and dance around.

With such intensity, they turned,
   from velvet green to deep red-burned,
      outshining softer tans and golds,
bright flaming artistry unfolds.

And when the sun highlights deep hues
   of leaves, that burn with crimson views,
      the fires within our hearts ignite
to match the glow of fall's delight.

Here hand in hand, we feel the fire
   that autumn colors so inspire
      and as we live our 'autumn years'
we share her glow till snow appears.


October 24, 2016
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Lovers' Stroll

a cool evening moon glows
    she peers with sudden intent
        the stars glisten as the wind blows
           the clouds flew swiftly as they went

               her mind strains with blissful wonder
                  the moment so fleeting yet cherished
                     trees bent over as she looked under
                        oh, that moon wistfully vanished

	          smiling she pondered the gift
	       her heart rejoiced as he spoke
	    her soothed mind gave her a lift
	 her love so strong in her awoke

       ah, romance dwells sweet
   our spirits are uplifted
praising each other we repeat
   how blessed we are and gifted

       said he “you’re beautiful and fair”
          smiling she received his praise
	    his love for her transcended there
	       she hugged him after a gaze

		their walk continued near the beach
		   the sun reflected on the water
		 a precious moment they did reach
	       as their love welled warm and softer

	   day after day they walked along
         sharing their hearts’ desire
     mending wounds in silent song
eternal union to inspire
Form: Rhyme

Metalhead Poet

Yes I'm a metal head
Yes I write poetry
Yes this is the general concept of my story
And yes I'm usually hunky dory

Booming cords from the electric guitar
Echoing in my mind, heart racing faster than a flying car
Static it is to others,
It speaks to me softer than a sweet lover

As I write this very poem
I'm blasting metal from jvc headphones
Listening to instrumental metal,
Letting me fill in the words as my mind settles

I can still be sensitive and still enjoy headbanging
Just watch out for my long brown hair when it starts swinging
Music so loud my ears start ringing
But i don't care as long as my heart keeps singing
Form: Rhyme

Fooled Twice

He rode in with the sunset, spurs jinglin’ low,
A smile like the desert, where nothin’ can grow.
She’d heard his sweet talk once, thought she was wise,
But a cowboy’s charm is a devil in disguise.

He fooled her once with a wink and a grin,
Promised her love like the wide-open wind.
She swore she’d never fall again for his lies,
But the second time ’round, he caught her by surprise.

This time he spoke softer, said vows under skies,
Slipped a ring on her finger, put stars in her eyes.
She gave him her trust, her heart, and her hand,
Believed she was safe with her cowboy then.

A baby soon cried in the still of the night,
She rocked that child by the lantern light.
She thought it was love, thought it was true—
But dang, she was wrong… he fooled her times two.

Now the prairie wind whispers of lessons hard-earned,
Of bridges once trusted that’ll never return.
For a cowgirl’s heart, though broken and scarred,
Rides stronger alone than with love that’s charred.

Premium Member Perfection

The sun's golden glean cascades mountain peaks
Where reflections on still black water lay
The evening's glow of enchanting mystiques
Bows to the night with its starlight bouquet
Sky's dim light changes with flickering trace
Without description from a written word
This sacred timeless theater, I'll embrace
And the quiet beat of my pulse is heard
In solemn respect, heart's rhythm will crawl 
As perfection in form slowly applies
When I see stars fill the night's cathedral  
I'm humbled in smallness that purifies
The evening's reflection changes from light
Welcomes softer glow from the breadth of night


1/2/18 contest Water and Sky
Form: Sonnet


Tepid Breeze, Lull Me To Sleep

Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep
on this grass softer than hay;
all the aches make my brittle bones weak,
they need rest, not asking my body to wander away... 


And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me.
to keep watch;  and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows
of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds
and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me...


No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits,
and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me;
and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me:
and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings...


Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep,
and without the lovebirds' song, something must
replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear:
slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest...


And would I let any noise spoil this peace,
to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease?
I am endowed with  the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing;
come Satan, try to deceive me:  the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening...


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Form: Quatrain

Laughing Angels

You can hear the echo of their laughter ringing through the halls of bliss 
voices rippled soft as feathers, swiveling down on earth like this!    
Airborne landings, joyful tickles, oh how innocent they are   
in the cradle of God's Kingdom, always landing like a star. 
Feel the rush of wind on your heart without rescind ,  
as they flutter here and there doing as they please.  
They are often slow to anger, jovial and complete, 
and if you ever are in danger they can take a giant leap.  
Sometimes, a wayward feather drops by unexpected time   
perhaps it is your Angel saying, " its your time to shine !"
Sometimes, you can hear them giggle from Elysian fields of blue  
where there are no storms or downpours, only heroes of the sun.  
Sometimes, you can see their antics if your eyes are rinsed and pure, 
you can be their brave crusader using laughter as the cure. 
Voices rippled soft as feathers swiveling down on earth like this,  
sometimes softer than a feather, arriving like a kiss.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member An Ode To My Husky

Beneath the warm sunshine’s glow and moon’s soft silver light
We vigorously hiked through countless trails and rugged peaks 
We walked for miles at a time throughout the day and into the night 
Your playful manner so unique and your joyful howl was all we’d seek

A squeaky toy or ball would occasionally catch your eye
Seeing your fluffy coat with a beautiful silken gleam
Watching you energetically play was boundless joy you’d supply
Your fur softer than anything we’ve ever felt or seen 

At night you'd jump up and sprawl out across our bed
Your tail wagging a few more times as we scratched your ears
Dreams of the day’s fun-filled adventures filling your head
We were by your side to pet you if fireworks awakened you in fear
 
You were a guardian so fierce and would stand your ground
But life cast a dark shadow and suddenly you grew so weak
Sometimes battles blindside us when they come around 
This fight was too tough for us and the climb far too steep

Cancer unexpectedly and abruptly stole your vibrant flame
Now we walk these lonely trails without you feeling alone
One thing is certain our love for you will never wane
Each step we take your spirit is in the surrounding stone  

You were larger than life and missing you is understated
A loyal friend who left well before his time was due
Even though the ending was bitter and the day ill-fated 
We will forever miss and cherish the time we had with you
Form: Quatrain

Eternal Decisions (Angel of Sadness)

Daylight will haunt you
Darkness will taunt you
When no person wants you
This is what it has come to 
Where will you run to
I’m tired of being me
After your image I’m tired of seeing we
I’m a sinner yes
Bow your head before you begin this test
Tomorrow may carry a few features this day doesn’t 
A non existence of me
Sorrow lingers in this reflection
I am limited to be
This hatred forever cemented in me 
Maybe you love me
Maybe you have no respect
For this disease I have grown to be
I apologize officer
But regardless if I stopped or not
You were to pull me over
Makes mythology softer
Rewarded stress, given suspicion cops is hot
Wanting me to cool my shoulders
As is time could fool my age as my desire grows older
What does one do when his surroundings kill his want
When the way life is sounding doesn’t appeal to his need to flaunt
What do I do when the image I create starts it’s demise
What truth do I pursue when my fire finally decides to die
Form:

Let the Fire Burn

The fire is blazing behind the hill and the animals are running wild in the street pushing the traffic in another direction. 

Clouds of dust emerge from the sky sending particles flying in the air, landing on roof tops and engulfing the entire avenue, while the village people looked on with curiosity as the fire burn deep into their dignity.

Screams and shouts bellow from the village floor and you can hear the banging on the doors, the cry for help sound the alarm but soon or later the voice gets softer, and the sound fades and death takes the body away.

The fire continues to rage in the hills, melting everything in its path, pulling down powerline and trapping the canine its it kennels. It had nowhere to go, and the fire penetrates it from the head and in five second the dog was dead.
What curse lies in the village gate, what curse the ancestors have made, they are coming to life again and you must meet them on the other side.

The evening’s gets blacker, and the village gets emptier, and the people kept moving away from the   disastrous place with salvage bundles on their head; everyone moves about in frenzy without a proper destination.

The exodus moves to the west and another group moves to the south and the exodus began to shout and the bucket is full to the brim.  No water in the stream to water the northern dreams. No water in the fountain to water the Nothern mountain but they journey on, and destiny leads them on.
The thick black smoke ran a marathon up the hill burning everything and took down the entire village: I could feel the heat inside as it drew close to my side.

The fire is burning in my soul and my spirit is out of control. A spark of hope fell in the grass and sets my mind on fire, water could not put it out, but love watches it smolder to the ground and destiny held it in place to win the final big race.

The fire inside my heart continues to burn and the fire in my mind continues to ignite the entire town, the call came just in time and destiny brought us together.
Form: Narrative

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