Quintessence Poems - Poems about Quintessence

THE QUINTESSENCE OF MY HAPPINESS

INNER HAPPINESS IS A RARE GIFT AND ITS 
 EUPHORIA DESCENDS LIKE A MIST,
 YOU ABSORB IT IN YOUR BODY AND SOUL.

IN THAT MOMENT, YOU'RE FILLED WITH JUBILATION, AND YOUR EBULLIENCY IS CONTAGIOUS.

LAUGHTER AND GAIETY EXPLODE OUT OF YOUR BODY LIKE ELECTRIC CURRENTS. 

THIS BLISSFULNESS IS NOT BOUGHT OR MANUFACTURED.

 IT'S WHOLESOME ORGANIC JOY THAT

our quintessence

the mooring rope of thought severed
we surfed silence unseen
self-aware
animating the void
between the pause of heartbeats
beseeching love to pair
whence betwixt strobes of bliss magnetism
vaporised presence transformed as light
declaring life’s game is but a dare

The Cold of Fear

Cold is the tittering of befitted feet
Cold is the meagre meanders of falling fractals 
Cold is the twinge of bitter blues upon reeling retreats
Cold is the roiling retch of frostbitten flesh
Cold is the weary wench of an incomplete belch
Cold is the hoarded heath upon a ridiculed roof
Cold is the eerie ebb of a trepid twitch
Cold

Taste table

The crack of a twig..' Some snickers, there's natter.' 
Double cream underJam with seeds; just homely feeds.'
A duck on a piano, under willow fronds in Devon; England.'

The Quintessence of Nothing

Don’t say it, please.
I’m not asking for compliments.
I am not a poet.
I prefer free verse.
No rhyme.
No iambic pentameter.
No metaphors. 
Just plain words
For I am a wordsmith.
Best I stop writing
For I am
The quintessence of nothing.


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I'm not quintessence

At the end of the day,
I pour my soul into these words, they say,
These scars, they tell stories of my past,
But they don't define me, they won't last. 

It's been a journey, finding joy amidst the pain,
Learning to dance in the sunshine, not just in the rain. 
Yet lately, shadows loom, threatening to pull me

Quintessence

The quintessence of yellow quince
Is its sweet taste, subtle perfume.
Heralded as a worthy fruit prince.
A true delight from nature's bloom.

A peach's essence, is blushed red skin,
With every bite, a burst of sun,
Its soft tender flesh, draws us in.
Ruby red kiss for everyone.

The essence of pear, is its grace,
Crisp, and succulent, such delight.
Its artful shape you

Where Tranquility's Quintessence Abides

I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines
whose needles’ sweet scent
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Music and Poetry Quintessence Therapy

When I'm sad,
I read music with my ears
and I listen to poetry with my eyes
soon I transform... I become a poet,
Being a poet of the urgent moment.
I don't listen or read anymore...
I'm in pure ecstasy,
healed and transformed
in music and poetry embedded...
Total blissfulness,
quintessence... !

Quintessence

QUINTESSENCE


an absence
of
fervent
  intensity

in  miniature
with
infinite
  equivocation
 an ambiance
of impressioned
sensations

a resurgence
  of an elide
intermix
apparently
  remote
from
abiding concern
 obliquely
descended into
 a preoccupation
  with the sensual
such
eloquent
 perfection to
enlighten
the fusion
  of continuity
with cohesion

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

The Phenomenon Poetry

Poetry is the mystery
enlightened,
the secret revealed,
the key to the abysses
and paradises...
Is the language
of the occult, and the
intercommunication
from all universes...
Complete study
of whole, and the understanding
of the phenomenon nothing... 
Plenitude and voidness... !

The Essence of Quintessence

Significance, magnificence, noncoincidence
  elegance, eloquence, grandiloquence
effervescence, prepubescence, convalescence
  quintessence, fluorescence, omnipresence

What makes these kind of groupings pleasing
  It's not you, dear read, I am appeasing
Nor am I in any way illicit or licentious
  ~ As I take full advantage of poetic license

Quintessence of Dust

[With a nod to the Bard]


We are the moving dust,
we are the breathing dust,
we are the seeing dust,
we are the living dust.

But how, you ask, and rightly 
so, can dust fall asleep,
dreaming of places unknown,
and lovers unmet-- how can
dust imagine whole worlds 
and love with one heart for
60 winters and 60 summers?

And do the notes

Quintessence of Quiescent

Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like an ice
For the certainty of yet another calamities
Befalling on my

Cherubic Quintessence

CHERUBIC QUINTESSENCE 

bucolic beauty
of branches with ruddy leaves ~
Autumn’s chubby cheeks

9/24/2017

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