Short Encircles Poems
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Her eyes sparkle
He speaks to her heart
She encircles him, floating on air
He drinks in her charms, takes her in his arms
Silent silhouette,
Lonesome in her home,
Emters a world of crystal sparkles,
Encircles a world of silvery streams,
Perhaps to dream.
sun
gnaws
diamond
smiles
bird flies
moon covers
skidding
down
pierces
encircles
sparkling thought
in
pursuit
a crown of white locks
encircles a feeble mind
sleep perchance to dream
crystal white sand shines
sun clear aqua encircles
lush palms wave greenly
Written: 26 September 2018
for tropical haiku contest
enclosed in their sobriety
strength encircles defeat
entwined in a world
of tears for fears
we struggle
remove the sealed masks
of denial
and of change
live free
from that that devours
Out of an earthly finality of death,
Life rises, embraces freed souls,
above the mournful masses,
Life soars higher than eagle's aeries.
Life encircles broken hearts,
rising, rising.
The sweet Lord,
He gathers His flowers. ~
Darkness and light
encircles me
these walls
are closing
in on me
A dark future ahead of me
refusing to forgive
bitterness swallows
me whole
The depths of my soul
none has yet to reach
never knowing my feelings
or that which dwells within
Form:
CHRISTINGLE
orange the world
flickering candle
inserted
bloodred ribbon
encircles
four toothpicks
nailed fleshwound
spirited fruits earths
Truth
revealed
Christingle
death where is
your sting
© Kim van Breda—25 December 2015
Fond of love I cannot say it
having suffered I live happy
this ribbon that encircles me
I dream colors in butterfly havens
love has friends like alabaster
your hair is my ambrosial layer
when those kindnesses are closer
I spend the residue in thinking you
Riding out
into the sunset
towards sunny uplands
before moons fall
scattering rock
and tiny diamonds
as crimsoned penumbra
encircles all things.
Dark swoops like a bat
to engulf the rasping throes
of surety.
Dawn awakes fretful
Mirrors and masks fail.
gentle pops of ice
as surging streams
release its imprisoned brethren
decaying leaves grasping onto blackened fingers
as weathered wind encircles
sputum gurgles past
as stream seems to gasp
chiselled bedrock teeth
laugh as speckled waters
erode and carry
child particles
far away
The gold band
Highlights the place,
Marks it out,
Encircles it,
Tells the world
That I belong,
The finger points out our love
Its gold band,
Worn like a crown,
Gives it weight,
Solemn duty,
Proudly born,
It represents
Vows I made to you for life
For Nette’s Crown of my Body contest, 19th June
Visionary
Angels
and
the
sound of multi - colored light
watch the rainbow
as it encircles
us
while you wait
for
peace
and keep asking, asking
for
peace
the heavy weight
will be lighter
if you
are in touch with
your cosmic soulmates
Form:
Spiritually it spun me around in circles
Peering deep within my soul, it encircles
Indigo colored waves of the spectrum
Needlessly filtered out of introspection
Down into the rabbit hole of realization
Leery of the truth and capitalization of
Ending it too early
So I didn't and I kept spinning on this spindle
Orchestrated to end it on a higher note
Dark Moon
The twilight sky
encircles me
As I stand in
morbid reverie.
My mood so dark
the tears won’t flow,
Choked inside
they wayward row.
I stand before
the windswept sea
Their mournful voices
haunting me.
I can’t forget
their cries of horror;
Unsanctified
remains of war.
© Connie Marcum Wong
For Dana'lynn Smith's "In the Meadow Contest"
I love my garden,
my beautiful place.
The perfume surrounds me,
of scented flowers abound.
There is so much love in my garden,
my special place.
where I often sit and contemplate,
the endless love of my family...encircles.
I love to sit here in my garden,
where a head full of thoughts unfold.
I love to sit in my garden,
my very special place...
Form:
UNDERTOW
stress and undertow
pull my calamitous legs
hourglass empties sand
~
sun beads on my brow
the sea encircles my flesh
driving me under
~
but for God, i’d drown
my spirit within me fights
my tired flesh gives in
~
God catches my fall
he carries me to the shore
he kisses my head
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
A series of haiku
Listen to poem:
Circle unfinished
has no start and no true ending
the curve knows nothing
of the fullness we demand
to soothe our yearning for home
On the long way round
we trace the curve relentless
no short cut tangents
following the wide arc, slow
savoring the journey home
Fullness encircles
what we learn by getting there
coming full circle
returning back to the start
completing what we aimed for
Sultry softness beckoned
by a thousand touches
caressing
the air that encircles
the body divine
chillingly
embers buried deeply
in the soul of passion
burns
charging the heart’s desire
yearning
smoldering aglow
with captured fire
incinerating
levitating
flames of desire
flickering
in exquisite madness
emerging
surging
with thrusts
of pulsating dreams
searching
for velvet at midnight
In a such silent moment
When you surrender to
Your undiluted mind and heart!
You found
You were pious, you were pure!
Wish! You remained there
In that virgin land!
Alas!
Never so easy!
To get on with life
You need to cross
Memory! The Bermuda triangle!
I tried it all!
Wiped out all evidence
Be it image or word!
Oh! It lingers!
Memory, a formless Maya!
Beginning till end, it encircles!
As I sit alone
in the empty field
With only my dreams
A mountain outstretches
it arms to hug me
Its lips, to gently kiss
my tearstained cheek
Birds hum sad, sad songs
Of loves lost in time
Bring forth all the memories
I've tried hard to push
from my mind
Beauty surrounds me
Encircles me in a loving
touch
But still, all I wish for
Is you
It is always the same
You here with me
You to end my pain.
Teetering on a fine line
stretching across the western horizon,
suspended fire, glowing orange-red ball,
slowly receding, slipping downward
until, just out of sight,
split into a thousand shades and tints
like fine lead crystal, broken,
pastel fragments scattered on the clouds,
a pearl necklace encircling
the sky’s bare neckline
before evening’s black velvet cloak
encircles her shoulders.
Copyright, August 13, 2016
The cool evening breeze blends
With the warm beach air
And the thickening summer
Fog rolls over the shifting sands
The fog moves gently
Floating over the retreating waves
And the hushed empty shore,
Toward the hectic urban streets
Fog muffles the sound
Of life, as if
Tucking us all in
With a heavy winter comforter
Nature’s nighttime breath
Edges forward, encircles everything,
Gently telling us
Be still, Good Night
Old Age
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Time will not stand still,
Moving ahead all the time.
Once it starts it's journey,
No one can intervene.
Before we could realize,
Old age encircles us.
With forgetfulness,
slowness and traits.
When new friend engulfs us,
Organs begin to withdraw
from their regular duties,
Memory says bye to everyone.
All are not fortunate
To enjoy it's entry.
Old age is not destined
To all the human beings.