Short Whirlpools Poems
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will the wind to carry you
above it all
past tempests and whirlpools
and the waves of doubt
to the foam
of sought-after forever
Form:
phantasmagorical
is love's colorful view
in the kaleidoscope
spun to paint scenes anew
in rose-tinted glasses
with love shining right through
April winds whip up the air
Making people
Grimly clutch their jackets tight
Heads down, hands on hats
As pear blossoms
Dance and swirl
In eddies and whirlpools
Across pavements
In delight.
(4/14/26)
Whirlpools of loneliness
were pulling me down,
you were my lifeboat.
With all my effort
I forced myself
to push toward you.
Your kisses, your smiles,
your touch saved me
from my lonely life.
Shirley Smothers
Without releasing feelings,
without removing the thorns
how to live the moments...?
appropriate your experience,
face the whirlpools
with confident patience...!
Vessel
Venturing through
Vehement whirlpools
Victory seems unconfident
Midst mountainous
Maddening vulnerabilities
Mission accomplished
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09 July 2921
Picture This 2 - 7 Lines Poetry Contest
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Crashing crescendo creating
widening whirlpools
turbulent tides.
The endless eternal smashing smoothing
looming lava pinnacles pinned in
an everlasting embrace.
Wizened widening eyes stare
struck in awe
at the bounteous beauty
dancing.
Dust
dust is the ocean
the common ground
the luminous field
which is never born
and never dies..
we are the particles
the whirlpools
the rivulets
the waves
which for now
declare ourselves
as somehow different
forgetting
what we are..
until we are
reminded...
What talks
in
a
plankton’s
wriggle?
Weaving unseen
whirlpools,
pitting puddles
(soaked, a mellow,
afternoon shine)-
lashing and
curling
like
a sleek
blade,
cutting into
rotten green ,
perhaps,
blowing
a bugle-
like
a shriek
lost
in
the chasm.
Enough poison left inside
To keep me close to the healer,
Paddling alone only
Creates whirlpools.
Together side by side
Power of testimony
Spurring us on.
Power of words
Making grown men cry
Power of stories
Made real to all.
Membership is free
But we’ve all paid dearly.
Her fervent eyes,
Irresistible whirlpools of passion,
Invited me dare plunge into their thrilling
Waters of pleasure
Where
My enamored heart, would be enchanted
By
The delightful currents of awaiting love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 August 2015
Fascination
Alluring
Fascination
Extends
Her glittering
Charismatic charm
In perfumed
Trances ~
Enchanting
Fragile
Images
Catches dreams ~
Spiraling
Whirlpools peek behind
The glamour painted face,
Sees,
Maybe – obsession.
5-28-20
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Euphorias angelic rapture breathing it's raging
Celestials crashing waves in whirlpools of desires
Gliding atop her glistening moonlit beauty; cresting..
Oblivious unto the night and her stars which bathe us
As ecstasies flames; aneath a passioned kiss our flowing
Volcanic tides mingling love's rising betwixt, melting thighs.
everything in the existent universe orbits some center and...
time is experiencing rotational accelerations with respect to...
a velocity toward some center...consciousness just spinning...
space-water whirlpools seeming as three-d thoughts...a now...
a sierpinski polka-a-dot space-time dance continuum...may i...
stan sand
Midnight moonbows whet the lake;
Halo whirlpools swirl and swirl.
A little boy’s paper boats
Spur on his dreams, near and far.
Set their course, they will find her
And in turn she’s christening
Panlike path of make believe.
5/14/2020
FINISH LINE IN SEVEN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Theme #2
Twisted in eddies through whirlpools of living
we are experimentalists with emotions of affection
as vocabulary of language cannot denote-
for measures in words are profoundly inadequate
for two spirits forged in the crucible of souls
tempered in moments by breath of existence.
For no voice had nor thoughts expressed
what heart has heard as love’s guest.
Huddled poor the masses, did you say, not I.
Whirlpools hide the dragon and it's eye.
Needles would I thread upon one point.
Before the Gavel falls, I'd hear your allocution.
While one was never made, ambition grew.
Each priest before his god, one never stood.
Here a rose and there it's bud, yet beauty paused.
Lillie's look caused her to Donn a rustic mask.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Huddled poor the masses, did you say, not I.
Whirlpools hide the dragon and it's eye.
Needles would I thread upon one point.
Before the Gavel falls, I'd hear your allocution.
While one was never made, ambition grew.
Each priest before his god, one never stood.
Here a rose and there it's bud, yet beauty paused.
Lillie's look caused her to Donn a rustic mask.
James McLain Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The dread of dead birds
In the ambient of a stake-out
Is the song of blood
Exists
A slightly higher pitched thought
Like the distances
Lave themselves with silence
Sail away eyes down Attila's ill-whirlpools
Dig out the birds
Which are self-sufficient
Convinced
That the most beautiful voices
Reach
From dead lines in the ground
We need them
At the beginning and the end of love
We always summon them then
I look for a way to salvation;
I tried to crush the heart's sins,
Between the teeth.
Sins are like pebbles! Harsh and sharp
How I couldn't feel in such sins
In my heart?
Repentant of my sins,
I put the name of God on my lips.
In that moment---
I was wrapping the sins,
Like a rounded pebbles,
And tossed them into the air.
God implanted the light in my soul
Amid whirlpools darkness.
I've been delivering to live again.
It runs low off the moors,
when it gets to this blustering brink,
it shoves and ropes, it punches eyes.
When it sweeps this ledge
it bites like a viper, it's voice
forged in whirlpools of chaos.
My legs tremble in a corkscrew tug of war.
Gust-mobed clouds crush molecules of fear.
Rain hacks and mauls.
This raw wind has me by the throat;
now all the non-rooted must sink or float,
or be delivered down to the deep dale
and a more sheltering sky.
silence in a
force of colour
magnified into
morals
of sensuous turmoil
formulations
of figures energised
fusions of circles
rippling
bubbling
indivisible
whirlpools sieved
of
essentials
perspectives
in
fleeting moments
circulating
in anticipation
in prolific
but
condensed meanins
saturated
with anxieties
an authentic scrutiny
of
beauty
fused
with prejudice
in the eye
of the beholder
Say goodbye to all that food
And plugs for each promotion,
Though you'll miss the balcony
And gazing at the ocean.
Bid farewell to fawning staff
And pulsing entertainment,
Whirlpools that you never touched,
The spa for stress containment.
Wave adieu to high-priced shops,
The neon-bright casino,
People traipsing 'round in robes,
The endless pours of vino.
Soon enough, you'll be back home,
The empty fridge a'waiting.
Will you welcome normal life?
To me, there's no debating.