Long Stroll Poems

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A stroll in the garden - Haikus

sits a little swift
amidst violet flowers ~
flying bud on tied fly

mesmerizing tune
in the midst of blaring horns~
magpie Robin sings

long train swiftly moves
without a loco pilot~
trail of busy ants

engrossing odor
nearby sewage mess reek~
pure white flowers bloom

a pleasant moment
in the mid of worldly stress~
birds relishing pool

a rainbow springs up
in the monotonous life~
colorful flowers bloom

my plain flat pulse rate
embraces bright buoyancy~
perky squirrels roam

colorful jewels
walks around the fallen leaves~
cute centipede crawls

a bright beaming mouth
amid the slanderous words~
divine dawn Chorus

true hope emanates
even after failures hit~
a barren tree sprouts

a joyful write up
amidst the arousing thoughts~
stroll in my garden
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Golden Sunset Breeze

Saw one blazing red leaf on the shimmering Maple,
                         On my way back from a refreshing stroll, 
                         One Red Leaf - indicated the stark truth,
                        Fall is tiptoeing with her secret footsteps, 
                             Luminously veiled autumn not far! 
                      Spotted a flock of migrating Geese gliding by - 
                            Are they already departing? Where? 

                              Ravishing crimson Roses beaming 
                          On the bush besides the wooden fence, 
                 A few sad dried petals sprawl dejected at the bottom, 
                Redbreast Robin in euphoria, still crooning full-throated, 
                   Fleecy warmth of air fleeting away, are birds aware? 
                       Truly intoxicated with the aroma of sunshine, 
                  Even for a moment, do not stop trilling at each other!  

                         Crispy, chilly, wind waltz with twirling leaves, 
                    I smell scintillating autumn fluttering and frolicking,
                       Spiralling, swirling in the golden sunset breeze. 



                                Edited From My Poem "One Red Leaf" 
                                                March 18, 2022 
                                  A Brian Strand 1092 Poetry Contest
                                                  FIRST PLACE

Premium Member crushed

~   “Hey - returning your note!”   ~

perhaps I'm not your type, alas
          but I'm behind you, here in class
               adoring each and every thing you do
     the way you talk - so soft, yet clear
and tuck the tresses 'hind your ear
          (the hair I'd love to run my fingers thru) ...

               I love the way you tilt your hip
     and always bite your bottom lip
whene'er you get excited or annoyed
          the way you pass me secret notes -
               crimped origami swans and boats
     advising me the girls I should avoid ...

for me it's not the threads or bling
          it's each sweet, steamy little thing
               that other guys don't care about at all
     and yet, if added - two-plus-two
they make for one amazing YOU
          (the enigmatic You I'd love to call) ...

               you might not know me very well
     trimesters - long enough to tell
I'm apt to always treat you with respect
          you're tres romantic - much like me
               and know that love can someday be
     as faithful as two hearts can thus affect ...

so, if I may, I'll start this task
          as rhyme and meter, meant to ask
               if you might give us just an evening each?
     perhaps a steak house - Japanese
a theater, next - that new release!
          and then a dreamy walk along the beach ...

               the stroll may seem a bit too soon
     but sad to waste that lovely moon -
what romance it’ll weave, no one can tell
                                  so .. 
          I hope you'll flip this page and write
               you'd “love to” date me, (friday night)
     but quickly now, before they ring ...

          the bell!





~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~

( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Shadow of Love

I am the shadow that passes through your mind
as you remember times long gone past
the wind in your hair as you stroll
a soft touch as a leave brushes your cheek

A certain scent I always wear
tells you I am near to you
yet when you turn around
you find you are alone

You can sense me watching over you
but when you reach out all you catch
is a shadow that slips away
leaving just memories behind

You can hear my voice in the breeze
carried down from the mountain top
feel me when you bath in crystal streams
and in the beams radiating from the sun

I am everywhere yet also I am nowhere
just the shadow that protects you
I am the spirit that dwells within you
the shadow of our love for each other

written in 2013
Form: Imagism

Premium Member The Lovely Beach

As we took a stroll on the lovely beach 
Your kisses took me by total surprise 
I a student and you had something to teach
It was pure joy as we beheld the beautiful sunrise

Your kisses took me by total surprise
My darling I’ve never known a love like this
It was pure joy as we beheld the beautiful sunrise
And I want you to know, I now know it exists

My darling I’ve never known a love like this
I’m confident we’ll have blissful tomorrows
I want you to know, I know it exists
Our days will not be filled with many sorrows

I’m confident we’ll have blissfully tomorrows
I a student and you had something teach
Our days will not be filled with many sorrows
As we took a stroll on the lovely beach


6-6-17
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Pantoum


Acrostic On My Sweet Daughter Sanmati 2

Sanmati is my angle’s name. She never
Analyses her problem without sure.
Neither does she answer anyone directly;
Mediates before speaking desperately. 
Amit is her uncle’s name. Smart is he
Though teaches him how to be.
I am proud father and Kavita her mother.
Savita is her grandmother who bother
Always for her betterment. We all
Negotiate for her better stroll
Knowing how the future world be.
Either ways are taught to be free
Truth and honesty being you see.
“Jai Jinendra” is the first word 
All we speak before tea or curd.
I am sure her grandpa Deshbhushan
Needs her help when he in tension.
Form: Monorhyme

So Sweet Is Life

Every now and then ,everyone is an island

and every now and then, I am an island too

Till,I see the first pink iris blooming in my garden

and one little bluebird singing on my porch

Till,I feel  the sun-kissed dew melting on my skin

I watch the floating clouds pass by like puffy candyfloss

I hear my neighbour's laughter,as She walks her dog

I smell fresh air's spiced cinnamon and listen  to a song.

I feel serene,just being in the moment

Watching seagulls soaring high

Whilst the most beautiful rainbow

arches the celestiene sky

Peace fulfill my heart

knowing how loved I'm  to be here

God blissed my  life with rich treasures

and He kissed away my tear
 
So happy I am today

for each dawn and every sunset

for each star,and crescent moon

every meadow and each valley

the high mountain and the dune 

For each child yet to be born

For the cosy little cottage

which protects us from the storm.

So joyful I am ,for this stillness within me

as down the verdant hill I stroll

Spume's spray waft upon my feet

as I reach a pebbled shore

Against winds I ride in silence

Feel the breeze upon my face

I watch multi- coloured hues

of leaves burning in flame's blaze

So tranquil my cobalt night now

I'm in solitude but not alone

Watching fire-flies'little lanternes

glow upon my home sweet home.

Angela Angelica

~Come enjoy
                        .. a resplendent stroll in Angela Angelica ~..

      Foliaged-clad shrubs
               versatile petal kissed pathway
                         whispering a soothing welcome..~

Opalescent sun rays twinkling on the
                              azure forget-me-nots 

Serenade of gardenias 
in a moon kissed fulfilling orchid tapestry 
                                           
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         t                    p
            t              a
              e         l
                 r    f    of a wild hued butterfly dance

Twilight dappled touch pattering towards
                ~     flirting fuchsia peonies

                                     Glistening under crisped moonlight
                                         blooming symphony of vermillion hues  ..


                                                           Subdued roses
                                 singing mellifluous melodies under a hushed starlight 

S      e       k     e
   p        c      l      d   luminous shadows
in sync with the ongoing night.

                                           Bouquets of lavenders leaving
                                                    a senseful exquisite odoriferous mist


                                                    Oh the   
                             polychromatic, invigorating visual feast
                            in a powdery mystified seductive night
 
                                            of Angela Angelica.

Premium Member A Stroll through the Garden

I stroll through the garden of delight,
Where fragrant flowers scent the air.
Each one a different hue and sight,
Each one a gift of nature's care.

I breathe in the sweet scent of gardenia,
A melody of citrus-floral blend.
It soothes my soul like a symphonia,
A white blossom, a harmonious friend.

I marvel at the lily of the valley,
A bell-shaped beauty, a graceful sight.
It fills my heart with joy and glee,
A fresh embrace, pure and light.

I inhale the rich scent of jasmine,
An exotic spice, sensual and bold.
It stirs my senses with passion,
A star-shaped flower, a story untold.

I unwind with the soothing scent of lavender,
A herbal balm, calming and mild.
It eases my mind with wonder,
A purple charm, nature's child.

I smile at the romantic scent of rose,
A classic love, floral and bright.
It warms my spirit with its pose,
A red symbol of the dove's flight.

I stroll through the garden of delight,
Where fragrant flowers scent the air.
Each one a different hue and sight,
Each one a gift of nature's care.

The Crooning Dove

Effigy formed of inert dust, 
Inhaled the divine pulse, vile vine  
Infused with worth and dignity. 
I'm not! I'm not! Fallen from grace; 
I frown at my rueful bungle.

Sad to strut, my honor swishes 
Shame; dark crusted conscience 
Hangs on me; keeps paling my worth
Till I yell at Christ's open arms  
For return of the gone glory, 
So dear, the present, a shadow.

Years in the fire, self-refining,
Yielded scum, dross, a dull shine. 
If I should have another chance, 
Revert to the noble state I'd lost, 
My heart could be tanned rainbow.

A dove cranes on a perch, offset 
Against the blue, croons in the wind, 
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? 
Yet I battle with baneful pride,   
Scorn the grace, the courting nocturne.
No end to my nice now, I wow.
Quite unequalled, I'll ever be. 

The bell tolls for others, each time  
Softer; the whir of a whirling world.  
The sun keeps her scoot; stars, their stroll.
Summer smiles; winter whines, sulks.
Time etches against my proud form. 

The bell! Sounds like tolling closer—
Jangling, ruffling... nettling.
Yet my pride... my pride sticks, 
Lances the chance to begin again.
	

© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Form: Pastoral

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