Poetic Poems - Poems about Poetic

The rhythm is unlocked, started to soar, steady and a rise, bit by bit T'was serpentine whim, charming shrunk to intertwine, an inferior misfit inferiority complex of an insect, whence the godly spoke in simile of a warm and then a tickling try to writhing noisy , kept unharmed and , never to harm The lyric in round,...

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In The Cistern Of Poetic Grace Here in the cocoon of cosmic mind, words metamorphose butterfly memories, soaring in the winds of mystic thoughts, filling sails of contemplating ships, on their chartered courses to waiting shores, where caterpillar focus, bask in sunshine: imaging reflective beauty, of harmonizing poetic grace:- ...

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Sadly, only the heart does not always do, you need the strength of the money too. Money makes the world go round, only fools would say that it is not true. But the actions of the heart with money those are the only stories that achieve glory, a tale the people will tell more excitedly to you. *************************************** If I talk, it creates...

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They say blue is the warmest color. So I fell in love with you. They say blue is the warmest color. But it tore my heart in two. Dangerously Blue. The waves are crashing down again its true. Dangerously Blue. The pleasure and the pain it comes from you. They say blue is the warmest color. So I fell in love with...

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The muse has no fingers Possesses no internal abacus Cannot fathom fractious patterns …take one word from line A And two from line B Skip line C Use it as line D Drop C into C With six you get Egg Roll ...

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When angels took my love in dawn's white light, I wallowed in the wake of fate gone wrong; too weak to fight my demons in the night, too numb to know the gift that was her song. Like brittle leaves left dying in a field I longed to rise on autumn's gusty breeze. Without the...

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She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine, where beauty bruised and grace meant lie. They called her calm, not knowing this– each breath she took was clenched like fists. The silence praised was not her peace. It was the cage. She found the keys....

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IN POETIC RELIEF Laying here musing, I feel as if an ice cube Peeing in warm thoughts: My poetic cistern filled, I now pour out this to you:- ...

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She wasn’t just beautiful— she was the pause between two heartbeats, the way the moonlight lands softly on a world too harsh for light. Her eyes held galaxies, but not the loud, burning kind— the quiet ones, where stars learn to listen before they shine. Her smile wasn’t just a curve— it was a promise, a soft unraveling of every storm I’d ever carried. She spoke in silences that...

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WORDS Loose words, half-dead letters... When, however, carved into poems, they gain the poetry ...

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Like a lone flower in the silence of still air— a graceful young girl, modest in her quiet glow, unseen by the insecure. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This poem reflects a girl whose beauty and elegance go unnoticed in a world too loud and shallow. Like a flower blooming in stillness, she radiates quiet strength and modesty. Yet, it is this very purity...

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J-ust O-ffer Y-ou M-y A-ffection, N-ow G-azing A-t N-ame's I-nked P-oetry ©bfa050525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Joy Manganip) ...

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TO POETIC REAPING In the mind’s garden, the poem of poems, germinates in its fertile soil: The poem’s ripening word-fruits seeded with enlightenment:- May poetic grace be reaped from rhythmic sows of flowing guidance:- May poetic words be cultivated throughout all of the seasons:- In the mind’s garden may inspirational grace forever blossom: And may encouraging light ever be sun-shined:- Praises be to God for fertilizing my mind’s poetic garden:- ...

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D-ay O-r N-ight, I-'m T-hinking A-bout A-nything V-ery I-nteresting L-ike A-lliteration ©bfa051625 Monocrostic (Birthday of Donita Avila)...

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In the shadows of our nation's promise, Some stand waiting, papers clutched in hand, While others cross where fences compromise, And find a different welcome in this land. I've seen the tired faces at food banks, Veterans who fought beneath our flag, The elderly with medicine too dear, And families whose futures start to sag. Not hatred...

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