Refined Poems | Examples

Gold Refined

She is doilies, lace and class
I am leather, oak and brass
But when she slips her hand in mine
Together, we are gold refined.

refined Geisha

refined Geisha
dressed to seduce
taught the best etiquette
polished painted face hides her feelings
cannot share them
she is a doll

Refined Soul

Forged in the fires of tribulation.
Struggling through Hell's retaliation. 

Hope is strained beyond belief.
All I seek is solace and relief. 

Betrayal is the lonely cry of the outcast.
I strained so hard for the pain not to last.

I embrace my tortured, crying soul.
Seeking to calm its deep, mournful woe.

Chains of my burdens, I drag along.
As my soul yearns for a spring song.

Now, shadows swirl as reality bends.
The nightmare of this torture ends. 

Reality dissolves as twilight breaks.
Bringing forth a new dawn in its wake.

For our Father gifted us his son’s light.
To bring in his Power of Love and Life.

The burdens are gone that have shackled me.
Going through Psalm 23,  I am refined and free.

refined

sizzling with spices 
each mushroom has a story ---
existence in wastes

Consciousness Refined

STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
The imaginary musings of my mind,
experience past & present lingers long,
dusted off,re-opened,viewed from time to time,
retrospective perspective changes all;
Maturity's long-sightedness squints aghast,
then savours the mellowness of memory;
A tear,a smile washes nostalgia's face;
Today will be yesterday,gathering dust,
then filed,microfiched,all too soon forgotten
'til an event unlocks the museum again.


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010

Refined Old Age

When I was young,
    I ran my tongue.
And what is worse,
    I loved to curse.
It’s true there’s loss
    When we get old.
But what remains,
    Refined like gold.

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H/T to Where I Once Walked by Gershon Wolf

Refined

I look in the mirror
And imagine what I could be.
I picture a crown without tears.
I see silver veins coursing through me.
Refined gold is what I bleed. 
My tears are titanium.
I eat copper like wheat.
Yumm radium.
Iron and Steel are sweet.
I like my Cobolt well done. 
Aluminum is always a treat.
But the nickle and magnesium,
are as tender as concrete.

Refined

Glowing, golden orb is lost,
    plunged into a molten fire.
        reduced to streaks of red and dross,
            victim of the night’s swift ire:
refined, but not without a cost.


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for the Bite Size Poem no.47 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Written on 06/19/2022

So Like Dad

My uncle,... so like Dad!
But a stout, big bellied version with different gait.
Joy he had!

But unlike Dad
Who was a town guy and refined,
No fad!

Busy,
Tending the farm.
Free!!

My uncle,... so like Dad
Who was a town guy and refined!!
Free!!!

Refined Romantical Woman

Everyone said how gentle the mayor's daughter was,
Desiere' was a romantical woman, kind and refined.
I tried to get to know her, but there was a teensy bit of fuzz.
On her fancy pink dress, and she began to grouse and whine.

Who brought it in? She demanded, smoothing out her satin.
Someone pointed to me and said, “Probably that Latin.”
I thought it was rude, but not as rude as she.
For at that second she began throwing carnations at me.

A Refined Gent

A refined gent who serves lunch in Decatur
Is the posh bistro’s most genteel waiter
He serves fine escargot
and tres-bon merlot
Then mosies home to his deep-fried potater

2/3/22

Boys' Taste Buds Get Refined

So many boys just cannot stand carrots
Orange veggie sticks for them have no merit
   But as their eyesight declines
   Their taste buds get more refined
Orange eye candy's sweet ~ They can stare at it

Love Refined

Rose colored glasses long ago shattered...
No time for phantom kisses...
Nor faux acts of love...
The keeper of this heart—
will captivate me unpretentiously...
Taking me as I am...
Sweeping me off my feet 
sending my soul on a mission of surprise 
mingled with admiration...
Whisk me away on his magic carpet— 
to a special place with the prospect of sharing 
a spirituality that’ll rival mythical God’s...
Build a trust that no one can bring to naught...
Be my hero—my gift with no expected reciprocity...
Hold me in his arms with insane intensity; 
as if there is no tomorrow...
Make me feel loves heat 
with no intention of starting a fire...
Awe me with his contemplation of my desires 
without my asking...
Penetrate my heart with a percussion 
that strikes a cord of sweet melodies...
Igniting a conscious love journey 
that will renew time and time again 
as we vehemently love each other veraciously...

Love Redefined and Refined

So deep a love to feel
Your muse Cupid would wonder
When the golden chance you couldn’t steal
Preferring instead to explore gambits like a gander

Pushing a prevarication scheme without a clear
Strategy as to where you felt your breakthrough
Would emerge from, dear
Although to your credit you remained true

Supposing luck once again to your side
Would come swinging the pendulum
In your favour as aside you pushed your pride
To beat the drum

Whose rhythm like a wedding bell
Stimulated heartbeats into faster pulses
Denoting chances to lift the veil
On your romance for impulses

To hasten the tempo of the tango
For both your heart and hers to dance
To disentangle
Knots and spots of bother to advance

The agenda to win the love
For which all along you long
To hold, hold, hold on wings of the white dove
That your resolve makes strong

As seconds tick
You break the ice
Knees growing weak
Lips trembling once, twice, thrice

You squeeze Betty into your arms
Bodies entwined
No more romance doldrums
Love in the end redefined and refined.

Refined Lines In Rhyme

J-ust another dawn shines, 
O-ne morn that's not ordinary; 
E-arly first break of day
M-onth of February.
I-mportant occasion kicks off with warm rays from up high; 
L-ightness lasts till sundown when the stars are seen in the sky.

M-idnight moon and dusk
A-re slowly starting to fade; 
R-ise of the sun has ended
C-old chill the wind has made.
E-vening shadows pass by, 
L-eaving the special space; 
L-ook at the beautiful view, 
A-s the twilight is out of place.
N-ew and fresh drop of dew dries not the leaves of grass; 
A-nother brand of sight from your eyes shall not pass.

M-uch more to tell and talk, 
U-sing both mouth and mind; 
J-ust watch around then think
A-nd read refined lines in 
R-hyme.

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