Short Sloping Poems
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Silent fog creeping
Over cool empty grasses
Awakening slowly
Lush sloping green fields
Wild flowers swaying gently
Morning dew glistening
gently sloping strip
~ waves and sunset to ogle
balmy breeze persists
22-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Note:'Nature Haiku'Poetry contest
Sponsor:Regina Riddle
Those curves speak
Down to the spine
Is like mountain peak
Undisturbed sloping pine
In eagle eye view it's good
A colorful landscape for free
A stunning winding road
An adorable woman I see.
Snowdrifts,
mounding crystals
sloping against buildings,
nature protects bodies inside
igloo.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "A 1 to 8 Line” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
June 30, 2011
You don't have it so
bad,
You with all the
twilight in your
eyes.
Dont worry, I'm an
angel under your
garments,
A scientist sloping
down shoulders.
When you wake you
make tired bird
songs,
While I hide in the
meadow of your
dreams.
Gentle tempest blows
Lapping waves crest
Sand flows from the sloping shore
Pray thee content in thine slumber
Protest not morning-stars resolute gaze
See now tempest sated
Rest now your labors complete.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015?
I see the gently sloping curve of your hip,
your skin velvety,
your face peaceful, relaxed.
Those verdant eyes, hidden.
Rhythmic breathing tells me of your slumber.
I slide into the bed next to you
and you turn into my arms
and we lie in a lover's embrace
SKIING
Our skis sing softly all along
The snowy trail, and in among
The tall straight pines where we belong:
The silence echoes to our song.
Almost silent, the hill is fast;
Blows a kiss as we whisper past.
Ahead - the sloping whiteness vast.
O Never end! And always last.
The somber sun sinks so silently in the still soul of the serene sea
On sands of sloping sodden shore shining shells slide, I stand to see
Clumped colors of clouds the curls of wave crests crave to capture
When in wandering wind they would waft, I would waltz with water.
December 1, 2017.
We went walking
among the trees
in the sloping woods
where the chill wind
lost its way.
A search for fallen walnuts.
We shared one mitten,
and finger-danced
in that hiding place.
Other hunters
asked us
if we had found anything?”
Our eyes were secretly bright,
as we answered,
“Yes."
Such swings the Muses' wail
to him that laxly trail
and her too, prone to frail
when we are out of jail
with truly turgid tongues
singing sourly sweet songs.
A sense and some music
comedy and tragic
of a form in a flow
dangling on minds as snow
on a smooth sloping roof
it's just gobbledygook.
Sweetness
Perfume, Flowers
A Gentle Rain-Shower
Candy Kisses, Chocolate Hour
Spring Breezes, Sheltered Cover, Leafy Bower
The Sloping Curves of Your Profile
Tempting Lips that Beguile
Love's Tender Smile
Sweetness
Frost carpets the fields
sloping to a crinkled sea.
The air,
cotton crisp
as spring leaps in.
Satin crows
descend from a silver sky.
Squabbling, they graze
on chilled dewdrops.
The sunrise,
a red ribbon glow
warms tall tree trunks
basking in gliding sunlight.
A flame horizon
burns a candy stripe sky
on a tangerine morning.
inspired by Ricks contest theme
Winter melts and seeps deep below,
permeates cathedrals with snow,then
in spate,nature's blood in flood .
A babbling burn in feathered ferns
to riverine unseen,a stream of
freshwater clean.
In rivers soil silts against sloping banks
the current slows into eddys,
where fat chubb doze,
deep waters flow ,below
Light breaches
My drawn heart
Where darkness once enveloped
Now heavy violet drapes sit sloping
Precariously
Light touches
The outermost corners
Where dust once lay prevalent
Now sifting
Ever impermanently
Change teases
The long-since dormant flame
That now just sits
Remnants of vitality are spitting
Hungrily.
Rebecca .a. Huxley
Springing from submerged breasts, engorged,
mountainous mother-stream gushes
pristinely clear primeval milk
into hungry mouths - bird, beast, human;
ancient as embryonic earth,
she nurses sloping hills, nurtures dawning valleys,
carving cradled nests in fecund soil,
setting the stage for life's grand panoply.
Faye Lanham Gibson
© September 7, 2015
Merrily, my soda hopped, skipped
…rolled merrily along,
jumping hurdles of falling leaves,
sloping t’wards steep driveway.
The bottle, fizzing, shaken up -
merrily, as I watched
it’s descent, hoping it would stop,
not hop the boundary.
My neighbor, not the sort to laugh.
Congregation of leaves
held it back, so no disaster.
Merrily I retrieved.
she is no longer young
her calves strain
to be shapely in tall stilettos
she carries herself carefully
hips tilted
above an always sloping floor
above the pumps
a life mostly in step
with yesterday
yet something of her style
her tilt at times-windmills
has a fine aplomb
on balance
a woman to admire
for her unsteady grace
her firm resolve
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.
I will remember
the leaping seas,
the sloping smile
of the shore.
As emerging naked,
the moon lit
your lines and curves,
moved, the stone
of my heart
cracked
I felt a fear
that my pages
were to be rewritten,
I grasped my breast,
and the wind charged
as the sky fell
I will forever remember
the crack and fall,
until my eternal kiss
Come and see the bright wildflowers
Carpeting a sloping glen
And know that the desert endures!
Note how it's unrecognizable
Come March to the unaccustomed
When spring makes a spectacle
Except for some saguaros
That give the habitat away -
Standing on the ledge they chose.
Poppies and chuparosa beam -
Even the palo verdes celebrate
By tossing up confetti.
Sloping hills roll nearby
Sliding scree, drops awry
Slanted rock face bone dry
Slipping boulders, sweep by \\•,,,
Shelves break off splinters fly \\\\\••,,,
Sprawling dust blocks blue sky \\\\\\\\•••,,,,
Skewed landscape forms hereby\\\\\\\\\\\••••,,,
Written April 22 2021
for "Pleiades "S" Contest"
sponsored by Kim Merryman
Syllable counter PS 7x6
Falling, swirling, drifting down,
softly padding to the ground,
gently settling all around,
hushing, hushing every sound.
Piling, rising, mounding deep,
leveling burrows, sloping steep,
wrapping nature in her sheath,
quieting, stilling life beneath.
Gentle whisper, everywhere,
breath of heaven, angel's prayer,
quietly resting on the trees,
bringing nature to her knees.
She is no longer young
her calves strain
to be shapely in high stilettos.
She carries herself carefully
hips tilted
above an always sloping floor.
Aloft the pumps
a life mostly in step with yesterday,
yet something in her style
still tilts at timeless windmills.
On balance
a lady of fine & courtly aplomb.
A woman to be admired
for her unsteady grace,
her firm resolve.
How well I know this place
with its multicolored, sloping gardens
and glittering, fountained pools
but its beauty is fleeced by repetition
Loneliness tests the resolution of the young
with our howling appetite to experience
and be shaped by exposures.
Like the gleaming barrel of a gun,
the clock points at nothing
and the crimson sunset leads
to another empty, quiet night.