Short Alighting Poems
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happiness my blue bird's nest a bed of roses
18.02.07
Alexis Y's
Roses Are Red - One Liner Contest
miasmic,
alighting the foul bourgeois powers that be
bounce like carrion crows
on the prone corpse
of the bled world.
Black trimmed orange winging,
float alighting on milkweed.
A hushed waltz on blooms.
She flutters her wings slowly
Alighting upon a golden crown
Squeezing her wings together so lightly
Gathering life's liquid
Only to flutter away again so quickly
Oh gentile one
Were then is thy home
blue birds
alighting
happiness blooms
10.14.18
Contest: Charlieku 4-3-2
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Aurora wears fine lace
Alighting from pale night…
Amethyst her morn’s gown;
Against a floral stage
As she paints nature…bold !
Artist , Goddess of dawn
Adored by lit seasons.
Pleiades form--Contest 228
alighting
bees
ceding
deeply
easily
foraging
garnishing
homesteads
into
joyous
kilns
lithely
moving
nourishment
over
parading
queen
routinely
screening
their
unborn
valiantly
weaning
xiphoid
young
zygotes
On a Path through knee-high heathers
Stumbled, scraped, suddenly seeing
Moonlit form in noiseless View;
Raven's eyes of Crimson hue.
Caw and stretch the Midnight feathers!
Extraordinary, blurry, Ancient measures
Sounding you, approaching closer:
Startled wings alighting further.
Alighting the train, it began to rain
I won't let go of the flowers held tightly in my hand
While running, the road was slippery.
With every determination,
I'm running towards my lover.
Choice of picture :A
Word count : 40 words
Short verse inspired by pictures poetry contest
Mourning Commute
would be phoenixes
masquerade in Gotham
snowbirds alighting
outrunning the cock's crow
leaving their respective nests
cold
huddled in subterranean tunnels
awaiting the next iron worm
three piece sardines
breaststroking up steam
in relentless pursuit of false promises
In downy pink I watch you go
my sun,
at night you will pluck moon flowers.
In half-moon eclipse
the morning glory will wake me up
in dew, alighting whole night
on the rose branch. I still smell
your lips. The head aches in
singing dark.
Welcome again, my ghosts of new year.
Satish Verma
Form:
In downy pink I watch you go
my sun,
at night you will pluck moon flowers.
In half-moon eclipse
the morning glory will wake me up
in dew, alighting whole night
on the rose branch. I still smell
your lips. The head aches in
singing dark.
Welcome again, my ghosts of new year.
Satish Verma
Form:
In downy pink I watch you go
my sun,
at night you will pluck moon flowers.
In half-moon eclipse
the morning glory will wake me up
in dew, alighting whole night
on the rose branch. I still smell
your lips. The head aches in
singing dark.
Welcome again, my ghosts of new year.
Satish Verma
Form:
The bush, the bloom its great delight
The butterfly flutters by in dainty flight
Bestowing gentle kisses as it goes
Alighting at last upon the yellow rose
So fragile a life flown on fairy wings
Unaware of life's more mundane things
The rose it's treasure that sparkling day
Life's sweet nectar dipped, then flew away
The bush, the bloom its great delight
Through the bower in fluttering flight
Bestowing gentle kisses as it goes
Alighting at last upon the yellow rose
So fragile a life flown on fairy wings
Unaware of life's more mundane things
The rose it's treasure that sparkling day
Life's sweet nectar dipped, then flew away
Empty cocoons
Are all that remain
While in the field
Picasso-like wings soar
Changing the brown color
Of a fading autumn field
Beat the wings
Of new born butterflies
Fearlessly
They dance all about me
Touching my nose
Gently alighting
On my shoulders
It’s as if they are saying
Nice to see you my friend
Glad you came by
To say
Hello
Yellow butterfly zigzags recklessly
into the garden, alighting briefly on marigolds.
Ugly crying bird sound screeches an alarm.
Pretty wind chimes clanging in the wind.
Was it really eighty-two degrees today?
Certainly warm for May first in Kansas.
Fine and happy May Day to you not in person but on Zoom.
I would like to see all of you again in person, and I mean soon!
The birds are having a party;
They're gathering out back,
Although balloons and streamers
They most certainly do lack.
They line up on the patio
Then swoop from tree to tree,
Alighting on the branches
Where the leaves won't let me see.
There's such freedom in their flying
They look joyous in the air
But for all I know, it's just a way
To get from here to there.
My whirligigs are spinning;
The trees are all a’sway.
The dafs, with blooms beginning,
Bow their heads in mock dismay.
The windsock strips are dancing;
The bushes are a’bounce,
The dogs on leashes prancing,
Swishing tails an added flounce.
As I sit here with my writing,
While the sunshine’s all a’peek,
Rhyming words have been alighting
To allow my thought to speak.
Flush with falling leaves of rust,
I stand balanced among the dampness of night;
Glittering skies alighting my path.
A chilled repetitive moan of wind
catches the serried strands of my hair,
while frost lightly tickles my frozen face.
The celestial crescent adorning October
surrounds me in a quilted patch of darkness as
the harshness of Winter confrontation draws near.
Our focus at Christmas
should be on the birth of the child
Immaculate conceived without sin
born cold and homeless no room for them in the inn
The greatest miracle in starlight shone
like a butterfly alighting on a rose
When His Most Holy Mother
held the most Precious Gift in Her arms
and how the animals played their part
This day the King of Mercy and peace was Born
delicate faerie heroes with your nutmeg wings
dazzling me with your filigree onyx lacings
you flutter and tease before alighting together
ah, yes, I think. You are heading toward the lilac
you fool me and land on the magnolia blossoms
their vanilla centers seem to be of special interest
two matching monarchs, conversing with my blooms
I smile as a scent of spearmint wafts toward me
OF HIM WHOM I TRUST
I ask you to cleanse,
to dredge the lake,
survey my thoughts.
Burn the bad ones
upon a floating bier,
So I might be clean.
Let my eyes behold
your glorious book.
Bring each word to life
like a spiritual dove
alighting upon me,
like a flaming tongue.
Taught by the living God
is what they will say.
I praise your wondrous name!
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
When I espy you in the morning light
You truly are such a delightful sight
Your jeweled wings catch my eye
As you dance in the cerulean sky
Alighting to sip nectar from summer flowers
I could watch your beauty for many hours
I’m mesmerised by your colourful wings
Such joy a beautiful butterfly brings
To a .. contest sponsored by David Lindsay
07~14~16
Lonely Stormbird calls,
‘I am here. Choose me. Love me’.
Distant thunder rolls.
Flying rain in air —
Touching my cheek, alighting
On my eyelashes.
I hear, rain music —
On leaves, on roof, in gutters,
Muted cars hiss by.
The rain burnishes
Dull browns and greens — to copper,
To emerald fire.
After — sun’s rays raise
Steam; from road, leaf and feather.
Lonely Stormbird calls,