Rustled Poems | Examples

The Wanderer

There is a place he knows of rest
it is a place in wooded mist
and days of wandering in sorrow ways
his broken heart returns this day

she's waiting weeping by the door
and cries his name her silent call
her voice of whispers through tower of tree's
like soft cloud leaves upon the breeze

there's gentle rain on steps through out
but in her stillness she'll chase his pain about
because her love soothes rivers lost
and melts the early Winters frost

and then he see's her on rising sun
as rustled leaves, the day begun
he holds his breathe, no more is alone
he knows she's there.... he knows he's home.

In the Heart of the Forest

In Manipur's lush forests so bright, 
Khamba and Nongban ventured with delight,
Seeking blooms to adorn with care,
An altar to Lord Thangjing, their hearts were sworn to share.

Through dense woods, Khamba's path did wind,
Wildflowers' scent and earth's damp design,
Birds sang sweet, leaves rustled free,
A waterfall's roar, a sight to see.

A towering tree, with orchids so fine,
Hanging elegantly, a divine sign,
Khamba's eyes widened, wonder did shine,
As Nongban's gaze, with envy did entwine.

With care, Khamba plucked the bloom so rare,
Petals shimmering, like Lai Haraoba's glare,
Nongban's eyes gleamed, admiration did show,
Khamba felt wonder, in nature's gentle flow.

Hearing Voices

I thought I heard your voice last night
A sweet familiar sound
No other human in my sight 
Not a single soul around
Up to the window moseyed I
Towards where the voice was heard
I called out loud while drawing nigh,
"Is that you, my Bluebird?"

Just then a slumbering breeze awoke
And rustled through the bough
So quietly to me it spoke
More zephyr-like than sough,
"Yes, it's her, she sitting there 
Way up on that moonbeam
She's calling you, go to her now
For this is not a dream"

Then so I did and up I went
To meet you in the sky
And time stood still the while we spent
T'was only you and I
When morning came I realized 
A dream indeed this was
But something caused me to sit up
Olfactory sense abuzz

The scent of Baccarat filled the room
And then and there I knew,
Plus a vase of fragrant lilacs,
These could've only come from you
Just then I heard your voice again
This time from far away,
"I've loved you for a thousand years
And I'll wait for someday"

waking up leopard

Leopard narrowed his yellow eyes for the night
His body is stretched across upper branch tight
He snores easily, but is awakened by a small boor
This small tasty mammal rustled across the jungle floor

Whispers in the moonlight 26-10-23

Amidst the tranquil moonlit night, the forest murmured secrets.
The leaves rustled in hushed conversation,
the shadows in exuberance
darting from trunk to trunk,
languishing wherever the moonlight was absent.
Shreds of darkness form an eclectic collection of silhouettes,
dusting the trail with beasts yet to be chartered by man.
The haunting howls of owls enchant the night
sending animals bolting frantically into the undergrowth,
their rough countenances illuminated
by the eerie glow of nocturnal fungi,
ignited by the moon's touch.
In this hostile ambience,
a petal of purity ripens in to fruition.
A figure in a dove white cloak amongst the silvery darkness,
beneath the skies, beneath the trees
dancing and fluttering in a hidden breeze.

Cold but Sunny

I felt unwelcome in our home,
a crowded place where I was alone.
So, I went out into the cold,
wandering out to take a look,
and settling on a stony crook
in the pathway of a brook
where clear water rolled.

Shafts of light shown through the trees
which gentled rustled in the breeze,
and it struck me kind of funny - 
from tree to tree there grew a vine,
and on it, an ant trail formed a line, 
no longer alone, I felt fine.  
It was winter cold, but sunny.

Into the Blue

Into the Blue

In the shallow waters of innocence, I played
Where joy's gentle breeze rustled sunbeams' golden grain
The world, a vast blue horizon, endlessly revealing
A canvas, where starlight whispered secrets to the soul

But time, a gentle tide, pulled me from the shore
From childhood's safe haven, I ventured evermore
Into the open sea, where mysteries abound
And the blue horizon calls, with a whispered sound

I navigate uncharted waters, where shadows roam
And confront the unknown, in this vast, unexplored home
The blue, a mystery, beckons me to explore
A realm of untold wonders, and unseen shores

Through ocean depths, I navigate my soul
Where waves of wisdom guide me, making me whole
And though the journey's long, and the seas are wide
I'll sail into the blue, where my heart will reside.

As the Rain Came

As dark clouds dashed and clashed in the sky
Thunder began to boom and rumble
Sensing an impending rain, frogs started croaking
Cows stopped cuddling and began to moo

Soon pitter- pat came down the raindrops.
landed on roof tops with a heavy thud
they broke and cracked into tiny droplets
gurgled and gushed through canals and drains.
And joined the brooks that babbled, 
merging with waterfalls that whooshed.

Along with the rain, came the roaring wind
as it passed, the bells clanged
windchimes whispered, wires on poles whistled
doors slammed shut and windows creaked
grasses swished and leaves rustled.
Birds fell silent and stopped tweeting

When the pouring rain came to a sudden halt,
The rattle was over with everything falling silent.

HIDE AND SHRIEK

A whispered shhh  hung in the air
Tall grass rustled nearby
A slight sniffy, snorty snout sound
Preceded the crinkly crunch of dry grass
Sweat slithered across my brow
A large head appeared
Violently shaking
Hanging jowls jousting
Saliva arcing aimlessly
A growl ruffling the air
We ran
Screams scurrying ahead
Saliva spewing demon behind
Fear fueled our flight
Her hand thinly slipping from mine
She fell
The demon approached
We heard her
Breathlessly shriek

“DAD
          ….CALL THE DOG”

Tomorrow will Soon Come

The moonlit night echoed with the tireless thrill
Of the camouflaged cicadas chirping the time away.
A small tear fell downwards wetting her soft down
In sheer happiness.  He kissed her tenderly,
Brushing her luscious lips with tender endearment.

Here and there fireflies danced to the cicadas tune.
The leaves of the large oak tree rustled in unison
As the moon and sublime stars shone on their love 
Whilst her wedding ring sent flashes in signals
That it was time to retire to their room in the inn.

Back in their room, they ignore the half-full bottle
Of bubbling champagne, ridding their sweaty clothes 
Betook them to bed, plunging their room into darkness.
The mystical moon shone on them as they hugged
Till she snuggled up into him tired and sleepy.
Both had just one dream, tomorrow will soon come.

Nadir

The sky was streaking in the most
amazing blazing hearten colors.

I thought that I was impregnable
from the outside, quite challenging,
competitive world it commands.

Behind my desk I sit in my study.
The sun casts shadows through
the large windows, upon the large
exposed darkened room.

Piles of unopened bills spread out
I've ignored, rustled to open.

Stifled, I couldn't stop looking
at a letter, wishing it would
disappear, I just had read.
It's the banks final
repossession notice.
Feeling I was in prison.
Determined struggles of energy
to be rescued.

As many hours I put in working
to make everything go right
But, it was just not enough.

Opportunities of offers had open up,
but I knew it wasn't going to be enough.
Finding myself reaching the nadir of my
despair, I knew now my emotions
were hard to conceal.

Reflecting back in the beginning
I thought it would be easy, I was mistaken.

Whispering a small prayer,
"Lord, if it is your will; please help guide
me in this crushing storm I'm in
and bring the calm of the waves embrace."

Through My Dormer Window

I was gently awakened by euphonic cooing
of mated doves perched on aspen branches
whose golden leaves rustled sweet silver songs
I rushed to open my wooden dormer window
and hum a greeting to their soft morning trills

With hands splayed on the ancient stone sill
my face welcomed the sun's auroral warmth
I felt the chill of Autumn's breath biting the air
and exhaled in contented sighs of appreciation
for the stunning beauty of this mountain valley

To paint nature's colors without dreary compromise
would require a far greater artistic hand than mine
While gazing from my cabin's primitive casement
I descried a canvas stippled in blazing pastoral hues
framed by the rustic charm of my bedroom window

Weeping Willow

Written: January 03, 2024
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Wrenching writhing
of capacious weeping willows
In a dubious dream vault
I felt spurred to seek safety
from scorching sun
subsequently, in confusion,
I broke into a wide smile
that reverberated within
an inane, jumbled heartbeat,
venous thrombosis.

Imbue a pulse to svelte vessels
I didn't realize when it started
lacking friends and love
shattered heart, rotting core
halcyon recalls vanished
just dying is the goal
It's exhausting to suffer and cry.
 
Every sound in your name
whispered in the breeze
strengthened our bond
going toward dreams
amid fluttering twigs
I discovered serenity and solace
weeping willow's embrace
wind rustled its twigs as music
quiet fears of long-lost hopes
seeking refuge from the hot sun
I discovered this secret treasure
a vault for memories and dreams
It's a long way to hell alone
life isn't awful, but no one phones
I can stay here until earth scorns
stay with my weeping willow.

Magical

Written: November 11, 2023
"Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes". Quote by Vincent Van Gogh

Fragmented form created by Poetess Constance la France

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                        A breeze kissed trees, laying in a bucolic trance,
            Whilst a sunny curtain hived from prying eyes.
Praising comely love, sparrows spurred stance,
In a cynosure spotlight of vivid crimson skies.
                        Leaves rustled and wiggled in a dulcet tone,
An elixir, as magical as jade rolls, is shown.
The lake sighed as he saw him flush alone,
      Swans scantly snuffed the spur to stare.
            As they hear the news, the skies are aware,
                        Happiness spilled in furtive floods of dare.
Fetching flowers fiercely feast with a glance,
            Soothing the forlorn grass as it flops in size.
      For them, butterflies burst busily into the zone,
            To quell their anguish, blot out the blare.

falling

My last Thursday class is over - my class-week is over.

Looking back at the science building we’d just left,
the hallway looked dark, like the throat of an animal,
the people snaked out like a tongue, the archway
seemed like a mouth - I shivered and looked away.

Lisa laughed, and my senses returned to reality.

The clouds on high, hung like fresh linens on a line
being dried by the sun in its Egyptian-blue heaven.

The air smelled rich, clean and ionized and ever
the inventive stylist, it periodically rearranged my hair.

Leaves rustled, sounding like a buzz of conversation,
as they rushed from place to place, as if late to class.

The breeze was working hard, in jerky flourishes,
like the strokes of an indecisive artist.

The afternoon seemed as bright and brash as a shout    
as if it wanted, no demanded, our emotional attention
and I gave it, smilingly, ready for the weekend.

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