On wrinkled canvas winter spider
weaves senility web,
grief of loss instilled in hedonist psyche.
Memory morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in snapshot of narcissist framed.
Categories:
morphed, grief, memory, old,
Form: Free verse
Dawn lifts onyx shroud
from sky clear of cloud,
from dome’s color crowd
spread hued specks in air.
Garden glows in flare,
dew shines pearly glow
on olive meadow,
scene of dreamy show.
Spurts of yearning start,
carves urge in my heart,
morphing to fond art.
My muse soars sky-high
on lilt wings to fly
beguiled in your sky.
My enticed songs there,
I sing in tunes rare.
Categories:
morphed, analogy, love, nature, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
It was one of those days when the cold
nipped and sliced but the air was so
pure that it's freshness enticed..
It was one of those days with a robin
blue sky and cotton cumulus clouds
that kept drifting on by,
It was one of those days when the earth
kept on spinning and your soul felt such peace
that you couldn't stop grinning..
It was one of those days that morphed into night
and the milky way appeared and Venus shined bright.
It was one of those nights under blankets you heaped,
as nature bid you sweet dreams and you fell deep in sleep..
Categories:
morphed, appreciation, nature,
Form: Rhyme
The branching trees stand straight in evergreen forest
On the canopy clouds torn from the sky come to rest.
Moist leaves will get luster from morning sunrays soon
After the dust is washed by the night rains of monsoon.
Humankind spreads like forest in clustered population
Vibrantly nurturing the tenets of diverse civilization.
People prospered sharing the earth’s common resources
Developed kinship and trust as parts of survival process.
If the rains don’t come for some years as they should
The forest soil dries and the trees soon become wood.
Hit so hard by the current trying times people are busy
To find ways to merely survive for life is no longer easy.
Soil of humane feeling called kindness is drying up fast
The touch of empathy in desiccated hearts doesn’t last.
Life has turned into stagnant river, it doesn’t flow free
In felled forest people become soulless defoliated trees.
In vortex of turbulent time emotions dry, don’t ripple
Humanity is morphing into museum of wooden people.
July 25, 2022
A Brian Strand Premere Choice Contest
Categories:
morphed, nature, people, tree,
Form: Couplet
Mundane matters motley
Muddy minds mostly
Melding, moulding, miring
Mindlessly meandering
Meek moribund musing
Mindfulness missing
Mystics mentalism mimic
Marring meditation’s magic
30-June-2022
Begin with a letter Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Angela Tune
Categories:
morphed, muse,
Form: Rhyme
our world has befallen upon weirdest of times
Pandemic oozes out of our brains into our lives
Misinformation keeps us at the edge of our sanity
I stayed hidden for about twelve months
But three days ago I morphed into a butterfly
to fly above those others who remain down
Categories:
morphed, world,
Form: Free verse
Feet
rest at
bay of bliss
before final
journey starts to keep promise made to self
etch lasting footprints on twilight sea shore.
From morphed hourglass
slip away
sands of
time.
September 12, 2020
Photo chosen : #2
Syllable count : 1/2/3/4/10/10/4/3/2/1
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Double Tetractys 2
Sponsor : Eve Roper
Categories:
morphed, analogy, journey, metaphor, time,
Form: Tetractys
Tom morphed into a chubby cat
But could not catch the tubby rat
So he bit a rabid dog
In the night of gravid fog
He felt like a morbid doormat
Categories:
morphed, fun,
Form: Limerick
What a long friendship with
moon !
I refuse to accept the blast.
Papa is dead, he said and
latched on to circularity.
I don’t seek the interbreeding
with terror.
It was me in reverse mode
of cryptomania.
Too stoic;stop. I think
I am wrong ; stop. And a serenade
for the lady luck. This life
was too much for me ; stop.
Androgynous.
The female body wants to eat
maleness, by almond eyes.
The old man was walking barefoot
with a paintbrush.
Satish Verma
Categories:
morphed, art,
Form: ABC
In the fields as she picks flowers
Beauty compounds within the scene
She holds them hearing their powers
In the fields she picks her flowers
They never did seem at all sour
Her soul holds them dear as she’s seen
In the fields as she picks flowers
Beauty compounds within the scene
Russell Sivey
Form Triolet
The power of the flowers is extreme
It is beautiful to behold their sight
The flowers shine amongst the lovely scene
Season comes just once, flowers are its right
The blooms are brilliant with its color show
The flowers don’t look dull they are alright
Her soul houses these flowers which she knows
Immense are their powers when they are seen
The flowers sway as the wind surely blows
The power of the flowers are extreme
The flowers shine amongst the lovely scene
Russell Sivey
Form Terza Rima
Entered into Debbie Guzzi's "Metamorph" contest
3/26/2013
Categories:
morphed, flower, life, nature, power,
Form: Terza Rima
Are you a human?
Devoid of feelings,
Devoid of the basic human-force?
How can this be?
Such a ruthless being as you
Full of selfishness,
Unkind hopelessness;
This cannot be...
You're two-faced:
Are you a woman?
A lady methinks?
Full of love, and sensitive touch
You look like one,
But can I be deceived?
Oh no, I don't feel my heart,
You are a woman,
A Deceptive Spirit,
Devoid of any feelings
But selfishness;
Yes, you are a woman
A heartless, ruthless, two-faced
Woman indeed,
Come to devour my soul,
Have you? Come to eat it whole?
Methinks a woman is not like you,
She's kinder,
She understands and feels
You exhibit evil,
Yet you are a human form,
Yet, you are a woman form,
What are you
O Evil Woman....?
Categories:
morphed, allegorywoman,
Form: Dramatic Monologue