Napes Poems | Examples

BURN

Wrench the pages from my worn hands as my voice shatters
Leave it aflame as the embers rise, my soul now scattered
Within the bounds of sanity, I try, try to claw and scrape
A restless spector of taunt as I endeavour to escape
Concealment shant queal it, it lingers, never away
Perpetual pulverization, lo, shall the ashes stay
I’ll lay my ash remnants at the poisoned tree
A coiling branch tilt napes, suffocating me
Embed my teeth unto the apple of feign
Was not I told for safe?--now it’s pain
They’ll mock me, an “enduring lost”
I’ll swear to those above at cost
How to not yearn does it feel?
My freedom now to be heel.

Lacustrine Opera

In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
as wondrous waves,  
undulates with
sculpted panorama 
of captivating cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape 
of a placid lake,
sublimely sparkling,
the shining sapphire face 
looking up entranced
toward the cerulean sky,
spread serene on
boundless blankness.

The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples,
rolling aquatic rhythm, 
intensely passionate,
stretching in seraphic span  
of self-centric array,
sliding on slithering shadows 
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
emerald adorned.

Malachite lotus leaves 
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush 
of full bloom
makes the collage 
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers 
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the lazuline waters 
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto 
of aquatic ballet,
rapturous recital
performed unruffled
in hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun,
chromatic spectrum
composes the sonata 
for lacustrine opera.

Your world in my garden

I was a seed in soil
snugged in the womb of my Mother Nature
ready to shine under rays and rain
to sprout my fruit and shake my leaves
to grow a thick spine and wrinkle under heat
to greet the wind under waltz and words
until the breeze whispers me to sleep.
I intend to be nurtured by the elements 
in chaotic destruction and scenic growth
for my earrings to hang low 
on the branches of my cherry tree.
Low, so animals may eat 
Low, so they may pick 
and choose the ones they desire most.

I was a pearl in their world of oysters
tucked in a bed of pleasures
rested in an ocean of treasures,
crafted
to be selected
for the beauty of riches
strung from lace
on the napes display
attracting the eyes of suitors and the envy gaze.

I was a root
ripped from my youth
and all my innocent fruits
fell from heights of doubt
and begat the chance to sprout
again and again had I prayed
for a dove or another love to come my way
in a dream or from above
i’ll sit in your garden of bluff
i promise to not move a single grove
just tell me i’m beautiful once more
just before i have no choice but to go.

Candy Land

Burly bright boys 

And curly maned misses 

Naughty night noise 

And candy cane kisses 

Sweetly sampled shapes 

And soft hungered hips

Nicely nibbled napes 

And lollipop lips 

Gleeful girlish giggles 

And playing footsie all day 

Wishful wanton wiggles

And tootsie rolls in the hay

Charismatic Concerto

In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
on wondrous waves,  
undulating with
the sculpted panorama 
of pristine cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape 
of a serene lake
sublimely sparkling,
the sapphire shining face 
looks up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced.

The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples
intensely passionate,
spread in seraphic span  
of self-centric rhythm,
slide on slithering shadows 
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
adorned.

Malachite lotus leaves 
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush of full bloom
makes the collage 
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers 
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the emerald waters 
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto 
of aquatic ballet,
surreal.

In the hypnotic gleam 
of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera.

Hold Please

i remember our napes draped
lips bruised in unison crush
sweat with a velvet brush
Spaces never filled before
dancing to whatevers
bite of lip
more than a nip
hands in heavens hollow
air hot breaths swallow
surrounded by details in devilishness
movement pointless
closed my eyes in trust
tremble armies overun
trembled skin
emancipation of anti
Patience cries encore

It Is

It's the stories your eyes tell me when I lie inside of you
And the rhythm your body dances to when you sit in me .

It's the soft breeze that you breathe  when you lean into my neck pit and scratch my napes
And the silent sighs of pleasure that your lips blow.
.

It's the slow crawls of your skin upon mine
And the gentle heat from your honeycomb.

.
It's the way you whisper"I love you"
 when we lie in eachother like missionaries.


      That makes my heartbeat again and again
      Your are my heart quake
      My fall
      Yet my redemption.
And yes!
 You always tastes great!!

Abimbola

Climate-Control Land

No wind to blow over cups and plates
   No blistering sun to burn foreheads or napes
No ominous storm clouds roaming the sky
   No ants to spoil salads, steaks or pie

Welcome to our sunny indoor barbeque
   Where the elements outside are always subdued
Fire up the grill on the heated porch ~ AND
   Bring on the good times in climate-control land

Christmas Poem

The tree branch crossing needles.
Bushy with white rays.
Perched, an angel topside.
Glowing to the gaze.

Ornaments of glass.
Pressed transparent shapes.
Strings that dangle, spin.
Memories in napes.

Skirt below the tree.
Draped and lapped and snug.
Packages on top.
Hovering the rug.

Light bulbs glowing bright.
Bulbs of shiny glass.
Currents flowing faster.
Still to eyes that pass.

Frosted stalky tree.
Towering it tapers.
Rows of magic branches.
Visions turn to vapors.

Favorite Poem

In pristine jade topography
terrain rolls up and down...
panorama of silent cadence,
on its entrenched cradle
shaped for a serene lake…
sublimely supine,
sapphire crystal face looks up
toward the cerulean sky…
silky span vast.

The gliding southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the dancing ripples…
intensely passionate,
sliding on slithering shadows of trees
lining the contours of lapping shore…
alluringly reclined.

The wavering lotus leaves float
on rhythm of pulsating fervor,
the full bloom scarlet flush
makes collage of fiery tapestry
with feathers of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
emerald waters in avian grace,
their supple napes swiveling
in arty show of aquatic ballet.

In hypnotic gleam of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera…
silently enthralled.

April 5, 2019

Lacustrine Opera

In the pristine jade landscape
the terrain rolls undulating...
the panorama of pristine cadence,
on its entrenched earthen cradle
shaped for a serene lake…
sublimely supine sparkling,
the sapphire crystal face looks up
toward the cerulean sky...
mesmerized.

The gliding southern zephyr
whispers an enticing melody
to the dancing ripples…
intensely passionate concentric rhythm,
sliding on the slithering shadows of trees,
lining the contours of the lapping shore...
adorned.


The wavering lotus leaves float
on the vibration of pulsating fervor,
the full bloom scarlet flush of flower
makes the collage of a fiery tapestry
with the feathers of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the emerald waters in avian grace,
their supple napes swiveling
in arty show of aquatic ballet...
surreal.


In the hypnotic gleam of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera…
enthralled.

May 10, 2021
Contest : Nature
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh

Pretty Insanities

Feathers torn from the gaping napes of wind began to dwindle and resist in spite of the gravity crushing tsunami. 

Trapped in a facade of  impersonating flowing rain every feather dived to their unplanned descent.

All drowning in the nightmarish truth of actually being smothered in tears of a blue eyed-giant as they fell from the sky of that big blue eye’s, dead decapitated face.
A face severed on a head that hid a heavenly chateaus inside a false impersonated globe forever resting among the stars.

Inside housed all kinds of dimensional beings rarely ever seen but all known to possess legendary archaic features. 
They mastered all the realms and lastly rule our skies.
They are cold warriors of combat- handled by their deadly grace, poisonous envy,  blinding halos, and suffocating wings…

Oh such undeniably divine things!

First plucked from you, then stolen from me!


A conscious belief known only by those who wish to remain unseen 

as we become the common theory of all your pretty inanities.

Coronach

Gather the crowberries for this windfeast.

Adorning our cheeks with ochre
                  we pile together
                  a throne of old rowan.

The staggards behind us;
                  warm breath at our napes.
                  We are as careful as a circle.

So a keening for the wild flightsman,
                  the hewer of stone, blood-iron hearted,
                  now dead as a distant star
                  that points the way of smoke, of fire.

But for a moment the wind resides.

Christmas Poem

The tree branch crossing needles.
Bushy with white rays.
Perched, an angel topside.
Glowing to the gaze.

Ornaments of glass.
Pressed transparent shapes.
Strings that dangle, spin.
Memories in napes.

Skirt below the tree.
Draped and lapped and snug.
Packages on top.
Hovering the rug.

Light bulbs glowing bright.
Bulbs of shiny glass.
Currents flowing faster.
Still to eyes that pass.

Frosted stalky tree.
Towering it tapers.
Rows of magic branches.
Visions turn to vapors.

So

Hey dude, who do you think you can prove? 

How much pull will do? 

I am a man I interrupt too,

I end-zone when I feel soothed,

at the end of the day-
or just because I moved,

when the cats come through,
and then jump in the room...

Bottling brews,

and make walking the chew-

talking the soup,

raging out on the roof,

catering to the bow,

make it rain up above the snow!

For eye's that grow...

And 'you will take it slow!'


One time or another you will hit your best go-

see it in with your vote,

preaching it after it pokes...

Because limber backs just might drape,

and naughty napes just might take,

rafters may shake as they blow you away-

in a daze,

roamin' around in a craze-

in a maze...

Made up of wave's,
and hile's and hails from the betrayed!

Wondering when they will feel paid,

a price that has some prey.

So gone in the weed of the breeze,

I can now sit and pray for the pleased,

and wait on a wave to come and hit me,

so my drift will ski,

and my boredom will eat.

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