Moon blooms like petals through a bulb,
The skies within her break as glass.
Most times she holds cup partway dark —
Moon blooms like petals through a bulb,
Only close, and open ~then some~ —
The shadow of her going as
Moon blooms like petals through a bulb
The skies within her break as glass.
Categories:
partway, angst, dark, death, imagery,
Form: Triolet
At a rock climbing party,
It’s cool to observe
Both the kids who are cautious
And those who have nerve.
The daredevils clamber
To get to the top;
Neither ziplines nor tightropes
Will cause them to stop.
They tackle each challenge
With joy and with pluck
And they rarely require
Assistance when stuck.
The wary are watchful,
Proceeding with care
And feel better in knowing
A grown-up is there.
They’ll ascend partway up,
Harness keeping them bound
And then gently let go
‘Til their feet touch the ground.
As a kid, I was prudent
And nowadays I’m,
With a harness or not,
Still unlikely to climb.
Categories:
partway, identity,
Form: Rhyme
Into deep woods I strolled one day, with my twin sister,
For if I had gone alone, I surely would have missed her.
We were looking for wild strawberries, but we got lost,
Under the warm sun shining, as breezes blew very soft.
We wandered for a while, then we sat to rest by a lake,
And after eating strawberries, we saw a talking snake.
He had seen us walking, and he took us partway home,
Then a pink bunny guided us, so we did not roam alone.
Red and pink flowers danced, to the whims of wild wind,
And they giggled and talked to us, as we turned a bend.
Fluffy clouds waved from above, as green froggy hopped,
Doing a lily pad skip, and pointing the way as he stopped.
Finally, a big gold and blue bird, led us out of the woods.
We said goodbye then, and dashed home in happy moods.
We got baskets full of strawberries. We'd had a lovely day,
In the enchanted woods, where animals talk, laugh and play!
Written on 4/2/2023
For: Write a Sweet Fairytale For Children
Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
Categories:
partway, animal, children, flower, giggle,
Form: Rhyme
the grievance of his countenance
bag with handles
brown eyes cast shadow on the ground
waxy candles
partway to work he found a pup
recklessly dead
‘my wife will suffer as i am’
his mind did dread
she approached the bag and looked in
was not her dog
her husband brought home a mistake
his head a log
speedily he called the number
gave some bad news
this pup certainly travels life
forging the blues
5/22/2019
Categories:
partway, animal,
Form: Rhyme
In the mind of man
is the divinity's dwelling place.
The sanctuary where our
life is molded and patterned,
our thoughts formed either
for good or destruction.
Our lives roadmap lights
our partway into the divine will
and purpose for constructive living.
With the divine helpful hands,
we willed our lives with might,
Not of our strength,
but the inner leading of the almighty.
For those who listen to
the unexplainable inner call
within their consciousness,
the divine healing elixir
of life is unleashed,
their lives becomes
a noble one full of grace,
for their obedience links
them to the miraculous.
They feel the pains of life,
and of death,
the pain of love,
and of hate,
the pain of knowing too much,
and lack of knowledge,
pain of being sensitive,
and insensitive,
pain of having,
and of lack,
more than their peers,
for that is the cross they bear
of being who they are
in the scheme of things prepared
for only those who walk in the
part of the divine Iliad.
No complaints are needed
for their end are assured.
Answer that call now.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
partway, inspirational, life, pain,
Form: ABC
Gone by, so many moments
so many nights and days
Lost in time, those dreamy eyes,
playful smile and the innocent face
First love, first kiss and the heartbreak
a soft wind blew and wafted it away
Bohemian friends, stories to tell
just waved goodbye and left partway.
Categories:
partway, lost, love,
Form: Free verse