Short Incandescence Poems
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Oh to have that luminescence
Fathered by the incandescence
Flaring in to effervescence
When you're up on stage.
new lovers - glowing -
explore each other's bodies
incandescence blooms
the moon peeks down through branches
of the oak two lie beneath
Fireflies, lithe torch bearers
Flaming bugs on small wings
Fairies of the dark night
Freelance electricians
Fleetingly come and go
Flitting incandescence
Flickering before eyes.
I begin to heal
breathing in your essence;
My heartbeat is surreal
erratic lines keep time;
Those eyes render me immobile;
Prophetic stomach in knots
remembering how to feel;
Intoxicating incandescence,
happily ever after could be real.
Appearing Day, you bring today
The light I’d have no other way
Your incandescence, burning bright
Lifts me from my darkest night
I blink into your beaming sun
Then, realizing I’m the one,
Adopt a pose as if become
Much greater than just anyone –
it's easy to get enthralled
under the spell of incandescence
and hear the songs of sirens in the air
when moonlight glow endows each organism
with a magically intoxicating essence
that entices unsuspecting midnight prowlers
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Stars race as
Time in space
Aligning themselves
Inside the solar system
Resuming
Westward
Alluring
Yellow-orange
Twilight
Older
Than
Heaven's
Exuberant
Symmetry
Terrifically
Arranged
Reclaiming
Supremacy
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Linda-Marie's contest,
" Stairway To The Stars "
Clanks,
blanks,
cranks,
clash!
Slams in tank,
detours irate!
Ingenious infiltrates,
sojourns knocking,
indignation on the plank,
plutocracy dank!
Dotards are prate,
iridescence is just as late-
prime meridian,
songs obsidian,
and the incandescence great!
The lightning, it was over bright,
streaks through dark clouds and thunder sounds;
exposing itself —enchanting.
The lightning, it was over bright,
with imminent incandescence—
a ravishing sight on the grounds.
The lightning, it was over bright,
streaks through dark clouds and thunder sounds
YOU ARE MY SULTRY SUMMER
HOT, STICKY, STEAMY
WET WITH ANTICIPATION
AT THE VERY THOUGHT OF YOU
I AM EBULLIENT
FROM THIS OPPRESSION
SCORCHING IN THE HEAT
OF YOUR YELLOW GLOW
THIS TORRID PASSION
I AM MELTING
FROM YOUR INCANDESCENCE
ALIGHT
AFIRE
ABLAZE
WHICH CANNOT BE
EXTINGUISHED.
2000
Whirling about in a torrent of sparks
Swirling around in the darkest of dark
Lighting the night with its luminous glow
Filling the air with heat as it grows
Climbing and rising, higher and hotter
Above and below, all around and around
Dizzying, dazzling, exhilarating
Even the stars gaze with envy
Form:
The incendiary wick
of a lemon afternoon
flickers in the lime lagoon
as sunset breathes fire,
tangerine scorching
lilting melon waters
until incandescence
drowns in dusk's indigo
and coconut hills rise
to cerulean shadows,
when night whispers
in plantain lanterns
swaying in the slender trees.
In frosted field the shrouded horses stand
As statues still and frozen in quiescence
No wish to raise their heads their faces bland
‘Til tepid sun should hint at incandescence
Verse taken from poem: Winter Morning Star
Submitted ~ December 2018
For contest: Arbitrium Divisa 2
24 June 2019
Birds bedded down. The cool air circulates.
Whispers of crickets. The black noise hushes.
Yawns give way to tears - the ducts erupting.
An autumnal wave crashes over me.
It’s obvious how seasons come and go,
as mom’s settled in purple urn - the ashes
keep; without incandescence in her sleep.
it's not unlike
the fluorescent light in my kitchen
which is faulty
it flickers on and off
that's what it's like just now to write again
my muse... like Cinderella waking
eyelids fluttering
taking you up hands and embrace
we begin dancing awkwardly together
like candlelight and darkness
I am the incandescence and you
the ink
Unrest of Spirit
Lead Laden Broken Heart
Hammered heart’s fragments, lead laden,
falling deeply in abyss.
Down to the rock bottom,
life completely … amiss.
Shaft of ‘incandescence’ light rays,
filter into dark hole.
Fragments slowly begin to rise,
returned … completely whole.
Unrest of Spirit
Dec. 6, 2018
Contest sponser: Julia Ward
Raising a fire
thoughts light
movements fuel
swirling incandescence
enveloping this silent witness
reflecting pools reveal a smoky glow
that traces my profile with
elegant tendrils
sliding opening
gently unfolding
like new wet moth wings
there
a breath of love sets me aflame
in some cosmic spiral of sparks
glowing amber white
in the purple midnight veil.
Form:
A tongue of flame dances with passion of red,
Silently and softly in a large backyard.
It's like an itch of the sky as the smoke spreads.
Its ineffable incandescence leaves Earth charred.
Calm down. Fire and flames ain't the thing you should dread
It will lick your skin, and yet leave you no scar.
Beneath the flame, the air chokes the acrid smoke.
A scarlet oak makes the dye of the flames flow.
A call of creation.
Brilliant white ice
a tower of monolithic
crystalline purity.
Broken shells sharp
like razor wire around my mind.
Empire of dusty spires vast in scope
reach, scraping against
a dark sky.
Blackened stone mirrored
windows conspire.
Birth cracked crimson
incandescence Crystals.
Will leave shards in mind scapes
of oblivion white like dreams
let loose on black stone…
Hazed by the dire rope of death
A subtle incandescence flickered
A white light glimmered like meth
Whilst hushed peaked a snicker
Her smile an adequate sedative
Terminating vivid estuaries
A moment equally competitive
In other eyes deemed honorary
Mi corazón happened upon felicity
Blessed be this origin of jubilee
Freeze we shall in fair amenity
Beneath this fine cherry tree
Your incandescence drew me to your flame
Moth-like, I gravitated to your light
Then feigning nonchalance, I asked your name
The music of your voice set me to flight
And added several inches to my height
When you inquired of my name I saw stars
Stellar arrays beyond Venus or Mars
Puncturing through the thick shroud of the mask
I use to hide my stories and memoirs
My lady! All you had to do was ask!
written 18 Aug 2020
A large oak amid resplendent waves,
many a raging tempest it has braved.
Now beneath palette of chromatic sky
magic waves of light go lilting by.
Refulgent incandescence in abstraction;
alluring scintillation, gifts satisfaction.
Nimbus’s heartbeats in hues of elation;
billow of watercolors, a picturesque sensation.
Harmonic is this heavenly concert,
rendering viewers spellbound, inert.
Here I melt under myself
with only time resting on
a bubbly surface of dreams
I float on clouds of emerald,
hovering up to the welkins;
they're calling me,
I know it's time to go...
Here I lay beside myself
watching, anxious for discovery,
for acceptance elsewhere;
away from duration
Incandescence glows like
multi-colored rays of moonlight
beaming down, and I rest peacefully
in my sea of green
I know it's time to go home
In the iridescent ribbon
In the winking of a smile
In the marbled incandescence
we will sit and talk awhile
In the still before the quiet
In the moment we embrace
In the sweet alliteration
I will memorize your face
In the spark of lit affection
In the humid afternoon
In the rapid conversation
mirror memories fill the room
In the candor inculcating
In the humor of a smile
In the lap of all tomorrow's
we will sit and talk awhile...
The thirst for effervescence,
A sweetness I’ve always craved,
To be a child of such incandescence,
So that no soul can claim I’ve failed.
Yearning to be witty, even reverential,
Merely to be something good,
Desperate to claw up some potential,
So that no soul can claim I am pointless.
Lusting to be known as an ingenue,
Perfection in a woman’s form,
An image id walk through flame to,
How can I be true when I am based on pure perception?