Short Breathy Poems
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frosty windowpanes
icy wind whistles through cracks -
breathy fog rises
Copyright, 5-28-2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
drawl
slow, easy, breathy,
like butterscotch in the sun.
flows across the air
clings languidly to the ear.
throaty whispers rise like scent.
Breathy, voice-shed
Or as soft
Aromatic, aloft
Seeps its way
This love in bloom's
Joint opined
(Hand in hand, shoot-entwined)
"Perfect day!"
Caress
With breathy voice
Undress
Your kiss
Upon my mind
Is bliss
Take all
Upon your bed
I fall
For Nette's Whispers of a Muse contest
By Richard Lamoureux
Written November 26th
The wind
comes in at night,
bringing with it new ghosts
but I'm wrapped tight in mother's quilt,
each painstaken swatch stitched by her own hand
She sings a breathy lullabye
and rocks me to sleep in
the cradle of
the wind
As birdlife, dull windless calms
Adrift, within
Waits he, but on whose outcome, heart's own
Uplift promotes.
Corresponds to that breathy
Voiced for which girl
Thereout, if anything should activate
Bright-skied, bright notes.
A breathy caterwauling doesn’t evoke feelings glowing hardily
Impacting justification. Kindness leaves meaningful nuances
off-putting quiet responses,
surging toward unified victorious wins
‘xasperating your zaniest assemblies.
Nostalgic memory
nerve nodules ache for blissed breathy musical beats
reverie
I hear music
for dances of slow life longing
cubic
Birdsong
in garden heats
prong
Nostalgic memory
for dances of slow life longing
prong
traffic lights
amber moon
heart ticking over
here the head teeters
breathy fumes
flood the face of the road
there are other wheeled minds
in this static world
other's waiting
to go
and the gone
are gone forever
curbside
cats stare
going nowhere
You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.
“I love you”, you murmured.
I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.
“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.
“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.
They still do.
Form:
I hear the calls
I hear the calls
I hear the calls
Breathy in those narrow streets
Until they slide under my bedroom door
Sirens in the city lurking quiet in
Corners unseen by sunlight
Where love can be found
As thick as mud under floorboards
Under my floorboards
Under my floorboards
GERMANY
From Black Forest’s leafy velvet
Breathing fresh air over the land;
From the fertile earth of the sheltered Rhine,
Or where Goethe and Handel wrote their elegies;
From geest and damp marshes
Teeming rich with sea birds :
From this ground rises a misty eulogy,
A breathy chorus of myriad murders.
Vibrations in monotone
buzzing out drones;
sparks sinus pain relief,
such energy defeats the headache foe
with quickening blood flows.
A mystical tide running wide
among Yirdaki notes breathy throats
didgeridoo promotes tranquility like,
steamboats chugging out their waves of foam.
It is a special kind of lonely
when lying next to someone who does not share your soul
Missing the electricity of simply holding hands with my beloved
Gone is the rush
Impossible waiting
Sweaty, breathy anticipation
Desire hurling me headlong
The infinity of surrender
How did my life become the banality of companionship?
East of Heaven, South of Hell
Once gone before a Man could once tell
Where Right and Wrong splits aside
and o'er Earth angels once abide
North of Once When, West of Never Again
The wounds remain e'er so broken
deep in the aged hearts of Men
Somewhere Elsewhere
Tomorrow Come and Went
Our mistakes relived without care
Despite a breathy prayer unsent
Form:
Will you ever consider me?
Ever consciously think?
Will you hear my language and think it beautiful?
Will you think it a luxurious breathy grunt?
Could you do better with something and nothing?
Will you envy me for all that I am?
You will never truly know me,
all I hope to be?
Could you ever dream?
It is here, in dreams that you will be born.
Form:
Out on the front verandah
We'd share a bottle of silence
And watch a twenty-eight in the dead Jarrah tree -
Neither of us thinking of the death that was to be.
I'd produce a flask of wit
And you'd follow with a chuckle -
The low, breathy kind,
Like a 'packet-a-day' kookaburra
Just beginning to wind up.
No, not much to say,
All said in our glasses
As we sit
And wait...
For the long, quiet night.
I was sitting alone and silent,
while trees swayed back and forth.
Without warning,
untouchable,
unseen,
a musician began to play.
The melody rose, then fell
as breathy tones I heard.
Soon the shriek of a crescendo
shattered the midnight air.
I shivered at the passion
and sat in awe and wonder,
listening to the song
of the untouchable,
unseen
musician.
sensually sliding, rhythmically pounding
erotically echoing our hearts
senses stretching, raw passion mounding
impassioned lovers playing their parts
our bodies moving in perfect time
our hearts melting together in the heat
sinew and limbs twisted rhymes
each striving to make the other complete.
Laying together in each other's embrace
panting breathy kisses shared
this feeling we could not replace
our hearts and souls bared
rlm '09
Form:
off hours,
quiet heartbeat,
soft breathy moisture,
deep bed warmth,
a cold creased topcase,
quiet dark stillness,
with metronome broken,
carpet closeness,
around casement shadows,
faucet spilled,
in heart’s blood offered,
stretched across,
my low light limping,
dew claw shattered,
a morn’ alarmed,
apparition shifted,
in sunray sorted,
self same dentrifice,
snorted crimpons,
monotonous,
silver sharpened,
off I go.
Whispers of the wind mid swaying trees
Tell the story from so long ago
"The silent song of the sighing breeze"
Enthralls those who listen to its flow
Muted murmurs cloaked in mystery
Pass between the zephyr and the woods
These two share a vibrant history
A connection that stands through all moods
An undulating tango felt here
A susurration of hidden tunes
This restless rustling declares it clear
There's a magic in these breathy croons
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