Mannerism Poems | Examples

The Mystic Bay

The mystic bay channels my 
every emotion moving slowing 
throughout tunnels and vessels 
of my mind tampering with 
my infamous glow my tangible 
smile gathering mirth as i am 
quite taken with self the heart 
of my magnificent being tasting 
the glamorous hues of heavenly 
bliss coasting daintiness balanced 
so well embracing thoughtful 
interludes chastised mannerism 
created just so as i continue 
flowing between this galaxy of 
stars twinkling magnitude offering 
nothing an yet so glorified, fulfilled  
with every inch of the fine wonders 
of enduring this wide open grandeur 
beyond a whisper blindly heard 
bravely singing my own masterpieces 
the notion a fine rapture of proses 
carried out across the mystic bay

Captivated

Excuse me,
Will you give me just a moment?
You're someone in whom I confide,
so I close my eyes and
express these thoughts I have inside.

I know these words serve no excuse.
It's the way you've induced
my heart with your love.

You portray with every mannerism
emotional understanding.
Your glow resembles a prism.

You have this voice of a harpoon
that drew me in all so soon.

I felt my heart grow bigger in time,
progressively like a watermelon,
then I fell in love with you.

These qualities you possess
guiding you to success,
I confess,
motivate me to love you more.
Your personality I adore.
Your heart is something unique
I'd spend forever to explore.

Perhaps you think, "What audacity!"
I respond to your capacity
to demonstrate true love.
You have me sold.
Not only have I been told,
but I've seen on my own that
you have a heart of gold.

I'm willing to look no farther
for my life-long partner.

I'd love to use this opportunity
to keep you next to me
and never let go.

No longer will I
let my thoughts go on belated.
I want you to know for certain
you have my heart captivated.

Chanté Walker
November 19, 2024

Sing A New Song

Sing a new song the divineness 
of it all the rapture of the coming 
hour the sheer need for abundance 
created so bountiful throughout 
this wondrous beauty a subtleness
awakening mere virtue while the 
mild mannerism moves in delightful
colorful hues dancing between glorious 
stain glass windows while weeping 
willow trees sway cardinals perch 
as the eagle soars the sky a wonderful 
hymn springs forth beckoning my soul 
as fear anxiety sadness sorrow drowns 
my soul sings loudly over the mountaintop 
I hardly recognizes her today assumption 
the beauty within shines as warmth 
compassion kindness blossom's in the 
hearts and minds of on lookers flowers 
bloom as I stroll pass wisdom shakes  
emptiness is mortified by my edification
a proud peacock absorbs my purity 
I am angelically lifted by harmonic 
melodies vibrantly shaking my tail 
feather simply singing my new song

Mann

Craving sensual thoughts 
hidden melodies created 
mastered performed through 
necessity I’ve become to 
explore the nature of you 
the way god made you just 
for me how you balance the 
arch in my back the nape 
of my neck man you are Mann 
created by god to respond to 
my beckon call reaching deep 
into the mild mannerism of my 
mind as I want to lead an yet 
you are man I am woman my 
every movement controlled 
by god’s thoughts of me the 
purity of my desire completely 
designed for man in gods own 
image I am yours take me 
according to your will as I am 
creation holiness within mankind 
shared solely with the Holy Spirit 
my heart sings the desires of man

The dream catcher

With mild mannerism 
I catered to the 
emptiness while my 
mind wandered effortlessly 
through memoric findings 
finishing my thoughts 
whispering from beyond 
calling out to me braising 
white noise voices withered 
screeching squeals shrills 
witnessing hell beneath 
Dante inferno balanced 
mingling with drifting wails
gather beneath oak branches 
blood soaked feathers
tangled threads watered down 
beads of swollen sunken 
eyelids releasing tears as 
the mist of thee unrest 
souls rises into the awaiting 
skies within closed eyes 
holding on to my own
remarkable faith

Stewards of the Land

Oh, Pacific, Paradise at a glance,
Where the ocean sings and mountain dance,
Where nature's beauty knows no bounds,
And ancient matriarchies wisdom resounds.

As the stewards of the land,
They had shown deep reverence for their hand. 
By tending the gardens and planting trees,
And fishing the waters with gentle ease. 

With the shadow of colonialism,
Patriarchy defying ancient mannerism.
And suppressed women’s voices,
To plunder the earth against all forces. 

They turned away from the weeping earth,
Celebrating the exploitation with mirth.
Women leaders, brave and strong,
Raised their voices, to prove them wrong.

From the shores of Fiji to the atolls of Kiribati,
They spoke of the impending tragedy.
And the need to heal the land,
Not in arrogance, but hand in hand.

To revive ancient stewardship of the land,
They started making people understand,
That we must nurture the earth with sacred care,
And this wisdom, we all must share.

Your Freezing Cold Attitude

Do not be despicable
It is really terrible
How your attitude is being
Your humanity is fleeting
More and more each time I see
Your mannerism, its clearly
Out of control, so out of whack
All you ever do is attack
With words of fury and disgust
That break down and badly bust
Anyone that comes your way
Thinking it is fun to play
With the fragile emotions
Clueless about any notion
How much pain you are inflicting
Or the way it is affecting
The lives you are tearing apart
Where is the love in your heart
Your ice cold and do not know
How this freezing leaves a glow
Of hurtfulness or does it matter
Your about to really shatter
Into a million broken pieces
Everyone who ever reaches
All the iciness inside
The dark pit you always hide
Only coming out when you
Want someone to feel blue
Does it make you happy when
A day is ruined once again
By your insensitivity
Can't you realize and see
There is another way to live
If you'd try to care and give
Less of your ignorance
In return you'd know kindness
Thawing that icy cold heart
You can make a better start

IDIO-

in spite of them so
those idiosyncrasies
strange usual HAVES
~
mannerism OF traits
YET eccentric peculiar
strong behavior quirks
~
ways of behaving
eccentricity METHOD
 mannerism SHOWING
~
so peculiar traits
those idiosyncrasies
affective distend

1/25/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

How to save a Royal etiquette explainable when loyal rumination is not

To Royal Prince George and Royal Princess Charlotte

How to save a Royal etiquette explainable when loyal rumination is not?
In a supplicating interlocking prayer
I witnessed so many times , simplicity
Ode to divinity.
After all those are left, one by one
after asking me, "What we may do, for a room-u?"
I remained silent, as God speaks in hands, often.
We, muslims, supplicate with concave hands, and through yearning
Once the interlocking prayers are accepted we all will go "Home"
Even beyond homeland security
MFA class in PM time, that often in competition with God
Godsay and God say are in "issueroom" for a "room-u" reason.
To troubleshoot you need an origin, method and mannerism that piled up, through all these years, as cumulous clouds clutter and declutter, in a poem, "The stranger", or a magnum "The stranger,"
If I see them ever again, back in my life
I will ask a policeman to have a wishful sleep
so that the acro climbs up the royal Tajweed
The Boldest and True.
And so on...
1-19-2024

To the Day Comes a Way of Setting

Evergreens show the season change it claims.
Timely appearance of golden sunshine
Filtering quenches ripen Autumn wine.
Through window, white sheer curtains ivy frames.

Beneath, pots of Peace Lily and ferns stand.
Still of bright colour, expansive decor
On Mahogany polished wooden floor.
Ornate lamp and lampshade on baby grand.

Their noble lives to be flawless, mincing
Mannerism infused with poetic words.
Choral music of the lively cage birds
Simply most surprisingly convincing.

By the end of day their bruise feet are sore,
Tomorrow, they open their mind to more.

Spring

Spring 
                                                          
The season of green
As hypnotizing as painted optimism.
The mother of all other seasons with delightful sheen.
You bloom as symphonious as teacherly mannerism.

The season of charming foliage
Invites hummingbirds that might cut the petals or weave nests on you with diligence
Or bees might dance musically at such an elevation of footage.
You stand to me elegantly with my teacher’s patience.

The season of hope and flies
Ornamented by the evanescent rays of an orange sun.
And who that socks in the confetti of rain like Pluviophiles
You open my mind and take to that cradle of a learning barn.

The season of shape and symbol.
I can visualise divine curves-
The epitome of the sagacity of renewal
You help me picture of my teachers’ drives.

Ekphrasis Defined Mannerism

eccentric
distortions flowering-
in uncertainty

Tightropes of the Three Graces

"Tightropes of the Three Graces" 

Tightropes
for hanging clothes
on a line 

each piece 
pegged wooden
held between closed fences

misfortune's breeze lifts
sleeves like covers
pointing the way home

books and their pages
for The Davenport dancers 
all's well that ends well 

scene perfect
imperfect fortunes
throughout their ages

the balancing act
seeking Life’s rhyme
saving fates in stages

odd numbers
are never easy,
never graceful 

the balancing acts, 

tightropes 
of the Graces
saving fates in 3 stages

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
mlb, klb, llb







Édouard Bisson , French Pre-Raphaelite
“Die drei Grazien”, 1899 

Hans Baldung, German Renaissance and Mannerism 
“Three Ages of Man”, 1541 -1544
“Three Graces”, 1539 

Sandro Botticelli, Italian Renaissance 
“The Three Graces”, 1485 - 1487

Salzburg

We'd dined in Mozart's cabin 
while eating ostrich burgers 
catering to the good things 
Austria has to offer I supposed

nestled beneath the alps capturing 
a glimpse of this ancient fortress 
surrounded by music and crafted 
muses left over from the empty 

bunkers why we found a nook 
of gothic folklore and laughter 
wholesome, vintage karma, 
within the old baroque mannerism 

clinging to the country side 
entrance as Berchtesgaden seemed 
to peek from behind the forest while  
riding the Festungsbahn simply 
waving back at the lively darkness

Written by Yolanda Nicholsen 
5/4/2022

Tidings

positivity in voice,
mannerism, mollycoddling
may bring tidings
up from down-in-the-mouth
to a weak grin
     if that doesn’t work
perhaps, a little gin,
olive plops,
fizz fizz,
a little sun, a little breeze
wings flapping…
     just
omitting, oblivious,
staring straight ahead
     tethered
to fair-weathered feathers,
free-and-queasiness of tears

9/29/2021

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