At the grand old Springtime Mingle Fest,
Folks arrived all groomed and dressed their best.
One wore stripes with dots,
One brought fifteen pots,
And one came in pajamas for “comfort and rest.”
A banker discussed gourmet cheese
With a pirate who sneezed in the breeze.
A poet nearby
Recited to pie,
While bees chased a man through the trees.
A lady named Myrtle from Maine
Danced wildly like runaway rain.
She twirled with a mop,
Knocked over the punch pot,
Then blamed it entirely on Spain.
A shy little fellow named Clyde
Tried mingling but mostly just sighed.
He smiled at a chair,
Spilled soup in his hair,
Then proudly announced, “Socialized!”
Two cats crashed the gathering hall,
Ignoring good manners and all.
They stole half the fish,
Licked every dish,
Then napped on the mayor’s best shawl.
The music grew louder at nine;
An uncle attempted to shine.
He moonwalked too hard,
Fell straight in the yard,
And rose saying, “Just part of the line!”
By midnight the minglers agreed
That chaos was all they would need.
For though things went wrong,
They laughed loud and long—
And friendship grew faster than weed.
Let us mingle midst belongingness-worth
As partnership creates blest bonding zest
Around healthy camaraderie's mirth
We first experienced in our homes' sweet nest.
Growing up along our mingling terrain
We learned that with others, we ought to blend
Fellowships, we built; and friends, we did gain
Keeping them graciously until the end.
Having spirit toward gratitude light
With sharing, giving, caring, loving-glow
Mingling blooms in companionship delight
For God grants joy* along engagement-flow.
Let us continue in our mingling spree
Smiting hypocrisy through respect-ground
Showing kindness of peaceful good-works' glee
Thankful for brothers and sisters around.
*Romans 15:32 That I may come unto you with joy by the will of God, and may with you be refreshed.
May 12, 2026
2nd place, "2026-05-02 MINGLE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/20/2026
The weary night falls
into the arms of daylight
to forge the bright dawn.
A song in the heart does not need words, love’s a mingle of lyrics unheard. A melody to last one's life through, that’s unique and meant for only two.
Quote poets own.
When two hearts mingle love comes to be
The start of a romantic journey
Caring and sharing, new life begun
A future joyfully being spun.
Not knowing which way the wind will blow
Enjoying dancing betwixt the flow
Building a nest for a family
If the Lords grace doth honour their plea.
Maybe so, maybe not, whatever
Wishing their love to last forever
To mingle contentedly always
Till reaching the end of happy days.
All know the magic of one’s first kiss
The super awesome mingle of bliss.
* * *
“When the torrents of longing of two hearts mingle
the lovers swim in the entrancing stream” – By Poet
The cadence of craving soars on the wings of dream,
behind the closed eyes, the lilt of longing hovers
in the sapphire sky suffused with radiance of reverie
of the dormant love I nurture deep in my heart.
When sleep holds the entranced vision in a spell
my dreams fuse with the facsimile of your charisma.
Lost in the depth of blind love, they can’t discern
when the two yearning hearts merge into one.
As your radiant cherubic charm flashes within me
I feel the rhythm of your love mingle with mine,
cascading as the enticing torrent of togetherness
in the vivacious valley on the placid plateau of love.
Spring's youthful moon explodes in gold
mingling with tangerine tones of skyline,
That I reflect languid reveries holding me
captive in the glow of a byway...
A portrait of birds, flora in endless variety
weaves through marshy lanes,
As couples mingle with strangers
for light exchanges, closing the finale
of day's rite in enchanting sways :
The movement of kind gestures
beneath glide of clouds stills my heart...
And I am awed by this soft rise of a view
which glimmers in a rhythmic wave
of spontaneity--this gentle blend between
man and nature -- reminding this woman
the reverence within the stillness on a byway.
As night creeps in with stealthy steps,
It hides the weariness of the pale blue sky.
Soft gray clouds brush against the crescent
Shy moon while streams of violet-hued light
Weave through the darkened shadows
Of the heart and soul of the esprit trees.
A gentle laden breeze awakens and stirs,
The clusters of black locust blossoms
Carrying the sweet ambrosia aroma.
Spring’s finest pastel weeds sway, sweep away,
Rise, mingle, lull, surge, and bend.
They flourish and grow, each a wild
Beauty with a quiet, profound charm.
To mix and mingle with other humans
is what makes us social beings.
There is a time when being social
is very difficult. Grief does that.
Monsters who don't understand
Insecurity walks closely with grief
Not everyone is compassionate
Going out in public is sometimes hard
Leaving early happens very often
Everyone experiences grief in some form
Be compassionate to others
Show kindness and let your heart speak
to someone that is hurting
That can make a difference to one who is grieving
As twilight brings the shadows to the floor,
And day and night must softly blend and sigh,
The soul of man is reaching evermore,
To find each other as we pass on by.
So letters mingle souls when friends are far,
And whispered thoughts across the silence leap,
As tender as the light from a hidden star,
That watches over all the world in sleep.
Let hearts now mingle, as the rivers flow,
And take the journey, hand in hand, together,
For in this joining, we shall surely know,
A bond that lasts through fair and stormy weather.
Then cease your search, the blending is begun,
For two who walk are destined to be one.
single, why not mingle?
walk into the light and drag along your shadow.
it's time to mingle! you've got a seat at the table.
this get-together needs more vibrant, social lift,
be not a stranger in this rollicking crowd.
drop your unwieldy anchor of social anxiety.
single, why not mingle?
come, dive into the pool of socialization, friend.
by all means, wallflower, share more about yourself
to friends scratching the itch to know you better.
make your presence known and felt. show up and shine!
may the music of your soul be clearly heard.
single, why not mingle?
join a company fraught with laughter and chatter.
be not the odd one out, an apparition against the wall.
join the crowd - good times are guaranteed to roll.
meet and greet friendly faces old and new. you'll have fun!
you'll see that time is sure to fly, so don't be shy!
single, so why not mingle?
I stopped and stared as saw him from a far
As he was getting out of his fancy sports car
My heart skipped and felt my body tingle
I knew I must try to meet him and mingle
I followed him into a vintage antique store
A store full of eclectic treasures and more
I was right behind him as he held the door
I smiled as he winked, not sure what’s instore
I decided to try and search for my collections
Old cookie, jars, antique prints with no imperfections
I found an old Currier & Ives cat print that is rare
Brought it to the front desk, set in an old armchair
I heard a man behind me ask if I collect many antiques
It was him, from the car, as I turned with flushed cheeks
I told him I do love to shop at antique shops and mingle
He is so handsome, friendly and hopefully very single
He asked if I would like to join him at the coffee shop
It was a fun day as we shopped and mingled nonstop
That was our first date before I became the love of his life
Today we’re back, celebrating twenty years of being his wife
The delights of strolling through green parks,
to observe pristine lawn and serene pool,
interact or mingle with fellow ramblers,
share the joy of radiant sunshine,
and warm cheer induced by conversation,
sparked by kind stranger one never dreamed of,
nor imagined at the onset of a morning,
whose divine agenda set by vivid sky,
one might eschew whilst awash with visual,
scenic trees, shrubs, hedges, beget relish,
but without human contact and shared slant,
adornment on footpath, green pond insert,
quaint but charming cafe whose gourmet fare,
espresso sip and muffin tinted natter,
recall of vintage episode now whetted,
with zeal, zest, and zigzag zip,
a textured fabric of city grandeur,
bookstore whose friendly staff ooze warmth,
that well nigh impossible work one seeks,
or some shrewd advice from chance encounter,
Oh the joy I feel when I mingle
"Poetry including limericks can be written by AI, I've seen many examples on soup - it makes me want to cry! Let's keep poetry real by using our brains not a computer program whose words folk just steal" quote by poet
A fellow who lives down in Dingle
Bored ladies when he tried to mingle
He’d chat with such affection
On his toe nail collection
Small wonder at forty he’s single!
He ventured out on a blind date
He’s hopeful he’ll kiss his date, Kate
Kate couldn’t fail to notice
The stench of halitosis
Kate uttered, “Just sling your hook mate!”
To mingle, what an easy thing to do As I recall, that is how I met you Let not your heart be faint And show no measure of restraint That is the way we can be sure That our personalities acquaint Remember me not for what I was But for the canvass on which I did paint
“Like the river that mingles with the sea, we move quietly towards the ultimate source when our restless journey comes to a halt to commence a new life of peace and ease” ~ By Poet
With a mighty roar
and blasting winds,
the rains ravaged the earth
in feverish frenzy
gushing forth in torrents.
Soaked to bones
the trees stood trembling.
The rain water
began flowing in clear streams.
It flowed down,
mingling with the river.
The river carried it
with a lilting lullaby.
holding the rain water in her bosom.
Winding down through
valleys all along,
the river mingled with the ocean
waiting with open arms.
No need to roam again
as its journey is over
and it has finally found its home!
Isn’t our life like a river?
Through struggles and sorrows,
we rush alone, restless
looking for a resting place
until we mingle and merge with our source
never lost, but swimming into new life
as the night mingles with the day!
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.