Short Imbuing Poems
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I scream for ice cream
When I’m feeling low.
Its smooth, icy texture
Instantly revives me,
Imbuing thought of my
Idyllic childhood days.
It is the perfect cure.
One is impossible
To ascend the ladder of spiritual attainment
Without
Imbuing his heart, first, with compassion!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 August 2021
young moment spills
of fragrant wisp
imbuing new romps
that oh I taste
freedom again...
pulsed, enticed
by August's play--
a cycle in pure heat
lusting after joy, passion
in kiln of night's rapture
POTD award
empty
hollow, void
depleting, nulling, vacating
abandoned, nothingness, capacity, plenary
filling, imbuing, hilting
brimful, complete
empty
Date written: 01/20/2023
Skywardly yearning,
wheeling and turning,
an exaltation of larks!
Lines interleaving,
wings interweaving
an orchestration of arcs!
Just shadow and light
imbuing their flight,
shape-shifting magic they fly.
With artistic flair,
their canvas the air,
this brush of wings paints the sky!
Hooray! Hooray!!
Amazingly exuberant happiness
Palpitating from my
Pounding crazy heart
Imbuing latent and
Nascent feeling of love with
Extreme exhilaration--
Sans grief and woe--
Scrumptious jolly ho oh!
~Abdul Malik / 12/14/15
~Happiness Acrostic contest by John Hamilton
Facing the lost in every stair
throbbing heart imbuing fear
all the dreams shattering before eyes
perspired hope fatigued to run miles
still am having fire,which not been tired
still am having perch,which not lost clutch
i will raise
i will raise
like a sun,like a tide
like a lava,like a tornado
i will raise
Form:
Celebrating the sun
being in the same position amongst the stars
as it was when you were born
is an insane tradition
But like magic
Humans get to make things meaningful
by imbuing meaning into things
And as you
mean a lot to me
I celebrate
the sun's return to Virgo,
the fair maiden,
for my
fair maiden
peonies bring back memories of my mum
her flower patch and gifted green thumb
from merely one fragrant bloom
its scent filled the room
imbuing
sweet
fragrances
to each fresh bouquet
she’d proudly put on display
on seeing one, there’s but one outcome,
peonies bring back memories of my mum
Mediums of Winter parse
translucent runes on the tines
of sloping firs basking like mallards
in March's brusk sunshine.
Arctic oracles echo on the lake's hard sapphire
with pearl crests punctuating
Spring's arrival while cat tails exclaim
nascent umber banks. As teals float
in a tarot of amulets tanagers preen,
imbuing remnant frost with scarlet omens.
Pampered like a child, Lord, your grace
Abounds in my heart; and on my face
Reverence for you beams with gratitude
Affording me with a humble attitude
Demonstrating your eternal blessing
Imbuing in me a warm ethereal feeling
Soliciting solace and heavenly happiness
Eliminating my worldly woes and stress.
~12/20/2015
~Paradise Acrostic contest by John Hamilton
Loss of awareness,I forgot my ambience.
Expansions in floral exuberance,
and exhibits unique ecological trance.
As my veins they come from silence.
Owning a mount is quite a feat of dance.
Concert of sounds, the spectacle of colour.
As a different type of raw contour.
It transmutes the tour.
Their imbuing weapons and armor.
The black empowerments,
illegal logging and states of loor.
I envision the very first
Uttered words of Man ascending
Like misty vapor suspended
As endless cloud-filled vibrations
That eventually rain down
On forthcoming generations
In the form of inspiration;
Imbuing the susceptible
Psyche with imaginative
Powers of profound expression;
The maker of philosophers,
The artists, writers and poets
Whose effectiveness must return
To its primal source whence it came.
An Angel sheds a feather,
and mortal eyes rise to see
a glimpse of divinity;
a pink plume etched on blue skies.
Ethereal wisps of light
color misty clouds of white;
imbuing fragility
with exceptional beauty.
Ribbons of purple and mauve,
inseparably tangled;
dance a sensual ballet
choreographed by Nature.
And in the quiet of Dusk,
silence imposes itself
on a diverse harmony
of cricket chirps; haunting Night.
Good riddance 2022!
I’m glad to see you go,
But maybe from your negatives
Some joy will start to flow.
A brand new year begins with hope;
The slate is fresh and clean,
So happiness may yet become
A part of our routine.
No illnesses, no canceled flights,
No hatred, anger, death –
Just sweetness and a sense of peace
Imbuing every breath.
Though optimism isn’t
Something natural for me,
Perhaps life will be much improved
In 2023.