As dusk bleeds
dimmed threads,
that veil the sun
within my mind,
I listen to the whispers
of the midnight wind,
slowly carrying the chaos
of city life,
reminding me that
in togetherness,
I can rise and fight
the darkness,
like the Fantastic Four in
the celestial chronicles of
magnificent Marvel.
For their strength in unity
did cast away every obstacle
wrapped in fictional lies.
I wish I could
be Susan Storm,
in times of strife,
to mesmerise
and manipulate
the rosiest of flames,
where Johnny Storm shines
and cosmically conquers
adversaries with eloquence.
Sometimes I long
to be flexible
like Reed Richards,
stretching beyond
oblivion and reaching
spheres untouchable.
Tonight, I wish I were
Ben Grimm, facing
every storm, being
virtually indestructible
and heroical.
Yet, to be a family of four,
so fearless and strong,
is but an eternal dream
within my glass heart.
So tomorrow,
I shall rise
and flip pages,
where all worries of
this world will
be forgotten.
My soul and spirit
connected poetically
to the fantastic four.
Categories:
rosiest, deep, dream, family,
Form: Free verse
You'll never know if you'll get hit by a bus
Could happen on your happiest day, you end up as mush
There are no guarantees
You'll see next February
Just when things are rosiest, your toilet gets flushed
Categories:
rosiest, surreal,
Form: Limerick
How dainty and shy is she
She is even ever so, she warms the soul.
If you do handle her, handle with carefulness.
If she is approachable at all.
Sweet and delicate a flower
With a winter strength of gold
So I suppose she knows her
Elegance
This rose is so admired and LONELY
On winters dance floor.
For none other grows at the frigid
Cusp of this season except this rose
Watch her in the most frosted temperatures,
She hoards the empathy of passing strangers
On their way to festive affairs.
What a dizzying fanciful dessert
Any and every heart would dote deliriously
One of life's priorities, this golden rose
Rosy, rosier, rosiest
Every other rose knows
Fancies her, most fanciest, she's fancier
With her white snowflake dress
The most alluring. The golden quiet
Queen knowing her pose and poise
With silent rejoice.
Categories:
rosiest, dance, happy, lonely, rose,
Form: Alliteration
Dark waterfall of soft strands
Playing in the air, loftily....
Dark hollows piercing my heart
White shine-brighter than the sun...
Caricature of the milkiest dye
Rosiest ambrosias, sweet nor'westers....
Angelic face, love supreme
Eve's grace and a hue in cream...
Floating enigma of delight
Captivating perfume of silky nethers....
Encumbering all other damsels
Fairest pearl of the night sky
Outshining the heavens who sculpted her
That is Margarita................
A soul without words
A despair without losses
A bride without the pain
A momentary ray of hope
The sunshine of the day
A melody of mystical times
Margarita is that.............
Masterpiece of my brush
Reflection of my demeanour
Melody of my seasons
That is Margarita...........
Categories:
rosiest, art, imagination,
Form: Free verse
My poem is dedicated to Linda-Marie: The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup...
it's my token of gratitude for her precious friendship and endless kindness.
We thought she had disappeared without traces;
it's not like her...her trails are made of pretty laces,
but friends at Poetry Soup have missed for three weeks:
a lovely lady with the friendliest smile and rosiest cheeks.
The bad news hit me hard and made me cry desperately,
losing something so useful to accomplish daily tasks
as writing, or driving a car is a great tragedy; why did this
happen to a good person such as Linda-Marie?
Is God testing her faith, knowing that her heart is strong?
I've been tested by Him in infinite ways and still praise His name!
Another man would have shouted in anger and abandon Him
as an irrational one has surely done to accuse Him of wrong!
Hopefully, Linda-Marie will accept this tragedy and go on as usual
without feeling helpless, lonely and forgotten by Him and all;
we'll stand by her as He will...comforting her with prayers and loving thoughts,
being assured that our effort will help her overcome painful days with little sun rays.
Categories:
rosiest, faith, family, friendship, health,
Form: Rhyme
Waking up to an ordinary day,
Usual routines with a headache not far away.
The annoyance of the hassle,
That’s too much to bear.
The lingering lines meandering here and there,
As each looked at the next, only to see a sight of despair.
Suddenly, as if the lights flickered on and off, I looked around,
For that moment I was swallowed by ecstasy.
It was beauty that left a scar,
A sting that penetrated the deepest fathoms of my heart.
I could not glimpse, only stare,
It was the medusa of love.
Her skin smooth as fresh milk,
And eyes of the sandiest brown,
Nails that gleamed like coral sands,
And hair that whistled like a gentle stream.
The lips were the rosiest pink, as if all the petals gave their colour to her,
Teeth white, as if Santa Claus had bought extra snow,
Cheek bones sculpted by angles,
And a smile that eclipsed the moon.
I stood still,
As if there was an artic chill.
I could not speak or think, for I knew,
This was not an ordinary day
~VRL
Categories:
rosiest, love,
Form: Narrative