Short Gorgeously Poems
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Strumming the guitar in the softest ways possible
Sheila brought forth an ethereal melody of her own
So gorgeously fingered, that it brought in the fey
Brownies, faeries, elves and nymphs stayed to listen
faint essence exudes
gentle generosity
I’m swept by your scent
carnival raiment
gorgeously garbed in motley
I’m lost in your charms
following each leaf
landing lightly down below
I’m falling for you
COMPLEXITY OF EXPRESSION-:-
familiar
pleasure
surprised
pulsating
prose
of OPAQUE REMAINS
gorgeously
triumphant
idiosyncratic
tangled
tones
in PECULIAR POISE
surveying
remaindered
glimpsed
random
chance
silent solo songs
slow sober solemn stirring ~
streaming spring season
godly glitter gleam
gorgeously glowing garden ~
garnishing glow-worms
peace pack packed pigeons
pinch pea plumages playfully ~
perfect paradise
23 October 2021
A
Bee
Chases
Dandelions
Everyday,
Freeing
Gorgeously
Hidden
Images,
Jestfully
Knocking,
Luring
Many
Nameless
Observers,
Peacefully
Quelling
Reality,
Showing
Truly
Unfathomable
Visions,
Wielding
Xenia
Yielding
Zen
A wesome April day
P lants look gorgeously verdant.
R ain refreshes soil~
I nstant rebirth in nature,
L ife taking a pleasing turn.
April. 2.2023
~ Placed Second~
March into April Tankacrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Andrea Dietrich
Gorgeously graceful God!
Governor of the Sun!
Glowing with poesy!
Grand music symphony!
Glorious guild of arts!
Gallant global healer!
Greek grandeur, Apollo...!
05 March 2022
Greek mythology Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Syllable Counter: PS
the sun is out
in full gear
what fun
what a day
tooting its own horn
blaring and glaring
how absolutely divine
delightful and delirious
playfully parading
elated and excited
gorgeously giddy
joyous and jolly
the sun’s come out to play
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The greenery surrounds...
Like a tint of nature
Blue moon floating in pure white clouds
Invasion of the black hole
A tear duct so deep...so sexy
Lashes long, spread perfectly so
Framed of peachy skin
Half winked and gorgeously shaped...
With a mild soft wind above the brow
Fascinated...I am
video of violets in vibrant valleys
indigo images of illusions intimate
ballad of birdsongs in beautious blue
green globe glitters,, gorgeously great.
the yellow yonder, yearning for years
oasis of orange, only once on October
romance of red in rock and roll rejoice
captivating colors celebrate a crossover.
She stood languidly under neon light
Scant -clad bossom shine in erotic glory
Her tresses dance flippantly like reeds of the niger
Rag and ropes hung carelessly-gorgeously on curvy cliffs
Her recklessly red lip
Draw lustymen from the possessive warmth of their wary wives
As tiro-ed lashes coquetishly
Lead them to sheol.
Stunningly scampering snowy week sailings soar
Kinesthetically hovering more and more
Incredibly intriguing impressive chill thrills,
Ineffable curves and crawls betwixt snowy hills
Normal natural, yet, novel navigations
Gorgeously graceful with groundbreaking gyrations...
17 January 2023
Skiing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
the shorter the word
the longer i interpret
its meaning appends
makes me more bold
how i love to think
every letter's stroke
brings glory to me
in my fights every day
the vast vagueness
my doubts and fears
perish like echoes
near the narrow creeks
yes, i'm still wiggling
like tadpoles' tails
gorgeously dancing
in this playful unfair life
The first glance
After a long awaited chance.
She, in her essentials, bare
So gorgeously fair
In her eyes, a naughtiness gleamed
More in store, it seemed
And so it turned out
Oomph, beauty, passion- all a rout
In her negligee she stood, a red hot thing
Sending my heart & pulse racing
Leaving me stunned and agaped
Words fail, just the image saved.
What is her name? Someone asked Mr. Lee.
It’s okay, he told them. She is Alice of the Sea.
Like THE Alice? The person asked with surprise.
Of course, he replied. Did you see her blue eyes?
Alice in the sea had a dreamy look on her face.
She was gorgeously drawn, she had elegant grace.
The fish swam around with a swish and a grin.
She was no doubt real Alice’s identical twin.
I ran to the gorgeously designed convertible
to see if it was wearing a wrap
“It is original paint,” the owner told me.
He was an artist, covered in paint.
I wanted to go for a ride
She was so beautiful in her fuchsias, yellows and limes.
“She is a delight,” I told him. “like a gorgeous painting.”
“Do you want a ride?” he asked me.
Boy, did I, but I said no.
Pretending to be normal for a change.
She had the utmost prettiest of pretty things
Ruby bracelets, broaches of garnets, diamond rings
Some looked up to her because of her fancy clothes.
Who these thinkers were providence only knows.
I waited for her to make her move, not yet impressed.
She was all of that, beautiful, and gorgeously dressed.
I suspected she would be vile, selfish, insanely mean.
But instead she had kindness such as I had never seen.
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Thy mischievous still from kitchen
Displays the playful mood even
A pretty perfect posture pure
Inspires me to write for sure
Vibrant diva with chores many
Ready to enter the job sunny
Principal in making - I predict
If her man gives the verdict
All teachers will find it easy
To teach with heart being cozy
A litterateur with poise and
Potential gorgeously grand
Readying to radar radiantly
For the fabulous post fully..!
Out my window in dark of night
The moon is shy and stars are bright
Through the space of my open window
I see the heaven in gorgeous glow
Light from the stars charm my eyes
Like the spark of thousand fireflies
Horizon gleams so gorgeously
With dappled lights, so heavenly
Then, drizzles pour like rain of bliss
Wind blows softly like gentle kiss
The luscious look of the sultry sky
Makes me want to fly so high
How gorgeously your face is lit..!
With my sonny blithe and sweet
His company adds to thy beauty
Replaces me just as if it’s duty
Superb still has won my heart
Suddenly from me gushes art
What a perfect pose my darling
Trust me it’s simply stunning
Please announce I’m his dad
Only to make us very glad
I need his light when I’m dead
For he’s my eldest son head
Lawfully he deserves this right
For I love my son deep bright..!!
The end of the day the sun does set,
The nature decorates itself gorgeously ;
Time, you are so faster, we can never you get:
The setting sun's different colours dance rapidly.
It's wonderful beauty makes the nature lovers mad,
Someone might be delighted if they could touch the setting sun's beauty;
I want to shower myself with that natural beauty, that idea is not bad.
The sky turns itself into a lovely shape, it sounds pretty.
All is so,
Beautiful,
Captivating,
Delightfully,
Exquisite,
Fairy like,
Gorgeously gregarious,
Hummingbird with,
Iridescent wings,
Just heavenly,
Kindling,
Life Within,
Myself,
Nameless,
Oceans of love,.
Penetrating the,
Quintessence of being,
Radiating reality of,
Spiritual connectedness,
Touching
Ubiquity and the,
Vicinity of Heavens,
Wonders,
Xenon arc connects as,
Yahweh Bridges,
Zeno’s paradox!
May 2024
Bitter cold creeps in through my bedroom window.
Wind chimes clang on the porch to announce her arrival.
December making way for the nuances of January.
I am layering up.
Two pairs of socks.
Two pairs of slacks.
Fluffy hooded sweatshirt
Over t-shirt and sweater.
Why do I live in this freezing tundra?
Whistling at the window, making frost.
Gorgeously done crystallized and pretty.
Beautiful winter day, and I am cozy.
Not tempted to move to Florida yet.
At the valley
Of butterflies
In Rhodes, Greece
I encountered
Nature's love affair
Feisty flowers
Rainbow colors
Flying gorgeously everywhere
Beyond anybody's reach
Fluttering here and there
Once the caterpillars
Magically turned into animated fairies
Gently hugging the trees
With their soft and fragile wings
Their inexplicable performance
Has fully mesmerized
Thousands of travelers
Enjoying the splendors
Of this world
And to be one of them
I am so gratified
I romanticize you.
No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind.
You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic.
Your eyes are the window in which I feel gorgeously presented.
Your soul is a breath of fresh air, something someone might only get to touch once in their whole lonely life.
Look at you.
I mean really look and see how wonderfully made and sculpted you are.
My dear, you are art in the simplest way.