Short Contoured Poems
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Dark lipstick kisses
I colored outside the lines
of your contoured neck;
Oh darling I fancy you,
outlined in all my passion.
Art
Van Gogh
Parisian fields, starry nights
Sunflower seed pods droop
The darkness of a Dutch post impressionist mind
But to us, striking colors and contoured lines.
a chance to slow-dance,
cupping contoured cheek
to shape an escape
into movements sleek,
rounding, re-sounding
without need to speak
of hope: life to grope
steeped in such mystique.
circadian crow
contoured cock hails sunburst dawn…
windmill churns gleamed cloud
April 27, 2020
Syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Morning Praise
Sponsor : Raul Moreno
Glued to her smartphone
Gaping at it
Her mouth contoured in a WOW
She herself plugged in
A human transistor
Eyes glowing, ears antennae
Batteries fully charged
August 22, 2019
Wow Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
pearl white driven snows
the views of winters follage
silver temperatures
~
beautiful flurries
contoured granules floral
drops of fallen snow
12/29/20
Hi-Ku(4) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Take a photo of me in bed
In my lingerie
While I fix my glare
On your contoured packs
Let's jump, roll and tangle in play
And taste the sweetness of the morn
Pour in the valley of my breast, milk
Sponge it all up with your pink long tongue
Form:
Channels within the windblown grass and contoured
shifting sand, stretch-probing as a spindle tree,
rouse echoing murmurs of the easeful sounds
of solitude, the slumberous sea, and me.
Entranced and mindful on this wild hypnotic shore,
Solitary maybe, and yet, alone no more.
the
emotional
apprehended
into
experience
by
the sensual
instinctive
impulse
patterns
& recurring
contoured
shapes
open
&abstract
coelesece
the active
extrovert
with
the introspective
in
a contrasted
personality
But o, But o
Comically wrong
almost from the get-go.
Lanky, legs coil a foot,
soon green not normal
a pile to be swept,
damaged and labeled.
Its thin contoured face,
noise sound effects
rather than words,
his mind a mystery
still sweet,
but without a label.
12/28/2017
It sloped like the hillock
Where I played as a boy
Then curved to a pillow
Of round contoured joy
It was poetry in motion
A rare joy to behold
A promise of mystery
And pleasures untold.
But like art on the wall
Of the world's best museums
Best viewed from afar
The stuff of poetry and dreams
BEYONG PAINTNG
perceptble
poems
rhmetically
patterned
pale
lyrical
emptied
of
the
obvious
coded
allusion
purified
byr
precision
in inverted
dreams
of
saturated
motifs
streams
of disconnected
conscouness
articulated
& dislocated
anchored
& contoured
by enigma
pristinity of unfettered awareness
on earth hemmed in by senses
contoured in organic form
and enslaved by mind
is the cage it’s in
as we chose
and yet
always free
upon dissolving
intent birthing desire
attachment begetting fear
flowing instead of stagnating
in dynamic stillness, ever in renewal
the impulse of love
in whatever form
arising within
from source
observe
how it plays
shifts colouration
as contoured by ego
without any negation
we see conditioning
mitigate the elixir
of magnetism
that heals
so we pause
cause of stupor
animating moments
with pristine uniqueness
receptive to the offering
The porcelain empyreal
Blended itself
Like a bride
In the palette of
Amber blush.
It contoured it's
Cheek bones of mounts
With liquid onyx,
With ruby mascara
It mascaraed it's lashed rays
That curled down
On the waterline of its eyes,
And with the orange veil
It cloaked & hid it's
Shy face covering and
Containing the sky.
From: India
Copyright ©: 15 March, 2016
With moved words,
long emotions
compensated acts
attentions offered
loves, distributed
debts contoured,
friendships, contemplated
succor offered
supports maintained
speeches, delivered
silences, reverberated
teachings, followed
lessons, oriented
the possible accomplished
the impossible tried
Mission Accomplished...
it can be said that I lived
and still live Life... !
There she was
just a few feet away
Glossed lips
Powdered face
Faux lashes
Contoured cheeks
We locked eyes
then she looked away
cold and distant
Maybe she was
tempting me
to walk in her fire
She was sweet
like sugar
Sugar is what tempts us
pouring upon
our wildest fantasies
Sugar gives us cavities
rots our teeth
our soul
our world
It seems
vanity is
always in style...
Shapes affect our lives in ways
That do not seem to accumulate;
For often we are unaware
How readily shape can stimulate.
He crossed the street unaware
Of spinal curves observed
Of shoulders square of angled chin,
What womankind deserves!
What caught your fancy as you combed
The world for your great lover,
Fittingly mounds, shapely rounds
Beneath the predator’s hover!
THOUGHTS
an insidious truth
this magnetic
attraction
an
accessible charm
engaging
expressions
of an inner
construct
agonising
so interesting
explicitly
embraced
yet a
paradox
capable
of curating
exaggerated
images
a
divinity.
of transformation
of innate qualities,
in an artifice
of authentic
choices
contoured
& involved
so effortless
frequently
appearing
artificial
Consumed by over importance of identity, the said voidness of imagined emptiness may be found to be contoured by sediments of ego, camouflaged as surrendered stillness. As long as there be size & measure, ego is manifest. As long as there be fear or desire, ego is manifest. As long as there be attachment, ego is manifest.
We dance in a trance
Rhythm beat of innocence
Divine love parlance
01-September-2020
I walk the last mile. I don’t know when the destined call
will come to go to God’s heavenly realm. As my eyes close
every night, I dedicate my devout flowers and my dedicated
twilight hours to Him. When I wake up, I thank Him for the
gracious gift of another new sunny day…
the dark path in light
fixed destination ordained
obscure last abode
contoured divine bay of bliss
disappeared footprints behind
fleck of dust noticed
flicked off our shirt
reflex response
jarring earth life notes
incongruent with harmony
triggers involuntary aversion
within awakened cognition
we seek sacred geometry
as innate pull of our soul
thoughts and sense impulses
wax and wane like yonder moon
beseeching us to seek order in chaos
to this end we shift into silence
contoured by consciousness
until identity drops away
She greeted the universe before the sun rose
Blessed but looks of defeat contoured outside physically
She fought and fought in learning how to hold her head higher then a so called addiction
Follow the bear paw prints
Hear the bear
Bear hears you
Always knew a place for her with all the greats in all entity awaited
She was blessed to make a change and learn
On her way to a new addiction
A healthy lifestyle to learn
Why I chose her
She stood well curved at sight
Or was I wrong?
Should have looked further
For now I know,
I do not love her
Wish curves contoured moral simplicity
Like a dream of reality
For me to clench on, not to let go
Seems ever Perfect
Is there any like my dream?
I hear a deceiving, Yes
Fantasies I mould in patience
A relishing dream
Filled with pain and deceit
Am letting you go
Why I chose her
I do not know, do you?
©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah