Smooths Poems | Examples

With A Gentle Hand - Mystic

With soft touch of hands
mother smooths creases of fear—
folding in embrace
touching quivering candle
fingers humming haunting hymns

Love requires no hands
it invents its own language—
wing, beak, paw and lick
a body curled up to care
whispers —'you're safe'

Whales cuddle up close
dolphins ring rosy halos
seals seek safe harbors
penguins bow against the wind
birds soothe with beaks and feather

Love without fingers
a current that wraps and lifts
a tide unbroken
it cradles the heart within
steadies the faltering steps

Such love needs not touch—
it listens, watches, imbibes
hovering in care
joining two hearts together
with spirit of motherhood

ASCENSION

ASCENSION
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moon slowly ascends
silver coin in well of sky
glow smooths rough edges

She's Only Seventeen

She's only seventeen
Eyes of warm blue ice…  
a sky with clouds of pearl
Kindness peeks out, 
empathy for the whole world
Ebony lashes, concealing,
revealing, in a graceful fan
Flickering glimpses of
 this strong woman within
Youth plumps and smooths
 dandelion dusted skin, 
That only glows a golden bronze 
when the sun's shinin’.

Hair, a long and straight
 arrow down her back
Sometimes it's a rich brown, 
sometimes blue, or black
Not interested in pink satin
 or frilly, white lace
But she loves to have shiny jewels
 to decorate her face
 Inside this stunning shell, 
behind all the bling,
Lies a mind full of deep thoughts, 
a heart that's known pain

Yet she laughs without boundaries,
 she will always dance in the rain
My heart and soul, my beloved, 
She's only seventeen.

Ultimate Journey

Ultimate Journey

         Dr Ranjit Dutta

When the soul  freed from 
Life's turbulent  sea
When the weary wings 
No longer room 
In midst of blue.

In the realms of light
When love resides
The heart once heavy
Now  only abides.
Free from the chains of 
Fear and pain,
It finds its gain
In infinite calm.

The whisper of soul 
Is now clear.
It echoes through  time
Without fear 
A gentle breeze
That smooths the mind
As  wisdom lessons
Are still left behind.

In this cosy stillness,
All is made new
The soul's deep longing
Finally come true
The eternal peace 
In midst  of serenity.

In A World Where I Do Not Exist

Near a distant sun
Under an uncontaminated crystalline sky
Exists a world without me

Where the viridescent grass ages unchallenged 
Wears wizened beards
And bows only to the wind

Where the waters crash when you thirst to surf
Smooths when you desire to paddle
And ripples towards shore when you’re heading home

Where zebras change their stripes daily 
From neon green to psychedelic purple 
Or any color in between 

Where the “H” on a building simply symbolizes “Help”
And is a communal gathering place
Where anyone can ask and receive assistance with anything 

Where government is synonymous with communication 
Leadership is synonymous with service 
And opponent is synonymous with respect 

But, this distant inhabitation,
Magnificent as it may be
Lacks Caleb, Adam, and Kelsi

Two sons and a daughter that have shone so bright
That they must have burned themselves into my pupils 
Since they are always in my sight

So, I turn from this distant scene
A dream without an imperfect me
Because,

A world full of wonders 
Will always fall short of wonderful 
Without the likes of Caleb, Adam, and Kelsi

In The Shadow of Sunlight

Quote: When earth’s one half faces the sun, the other half goes to restful sleep – Anonymous
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With tilted axis
And elliptical orbit
Earth shimmies like Prima ballerina

With a graceful pirouette
She faces the Sun’s heat
Smooths out glare on her feet

At night she parties
Filling veins of her green
With stimulating goodness sap

Moon, the proud practice partner
Strenthens her seasonal jumps
Allows her to Celebrate

Appreciative Sun shines
More on the partner
To see well the glow on ballerina

Unmindful of Newton’s theories
Lush lives thrives on this duet
In the shadow of sunlight

The Wordsmith

He welds and melts, pours and molds
In his "Conversations with My Soul"
He smooths the rough steel of syllables
Into a "Portrait" graced by his "Play on Words"
Unrolling "Scenes from a Countryside" to "That Starry Night"
Whether "October Skies" or "In November" "Moonlight"
So, "If Ever I Don't Know"
which way my adjectives should go
when wandering "A Starry Galaxy"
I follow the "Sinuous Melody"
To cross the river and climb the boulder
While tapping "Gently on the Shoulder"

He finds summer in "A Piece of Winter"
As a friend, brother and mentor
He is welcoming, and when reading your poem
His comments are "To You Alone"
And if you come to say
"I Needed Wings Today"
He will weave lines in a "Distinct Ballet"
As if "It Came Upon a Prophecy"
And not from some stifled "Academy"

Dear John, please continue to "Compose"
Even when "Getting Old is Getting Old"
Without your gift
We are "Too Soon Bereft"
The "Verbal Miracles" you perform
Show how "All of Life is a Poem"

You have been my friend
my artistry sibling,
"And I Am Grateful".

12/20/23

Coconuts

Your hairy brown exterior
Belies the sweet interior

A gift to humans culinary
Or cocktail quite extraordinary

Your oil it smooths, caresses
A babies bum it blesses

Your cream is heaven slurry
As I add it to my curry

In short you're what we all need
Though your stature for a plant seed

Might be intimidating
I'll still give you 'A' star rating

Ethereal

ethereal lovely touches like
etheric ocean waves smooths
excellent whisper of love
cool breeze of romantic fall night
come and go on right time
coalesce the two souls

Bold-Lit Lamp

Bold-lit lamp, rained on, snowed on
Undaunted; undismayed.
Even of tree's fleshy torn strips
What is splattered for leaf.

Constant standing in one place
With this one fixed purpose;
Courage, nights! Which clear heart-way
Steadies as smooths beneath.

The Moon Is At His Window

The moon is at his window
It bathes him with its light
It smooths his features wan
With fingertips of white

Steal slowly moonbeam rising
Across the bedroom floor
Illuminate his breathing
Enchant his sleeping door

Take time for observation
He slumbers, still, as stars
That twinkle in the heavens – 
Like you his dreams are far

Beyond the near horizon
Beyond infinity
Too far for us to reach him
Ourselves with him to be –

Rocking Chair

Sitting here in this dark silent home
Sometimes my mind starts to roam
Time has taking it's toll
With the punches I roll
The toss of the dice
Thinking times are nice
When they really suck
Your tail do you tuck
On you go
You never know
Where tommorow will come
Not as bad as some
Still carry enough of the light
To carry on this fight
But it gets hard
With a body so scared
Weighing you down
You try not to drown
In the thoughts of your mind
What do you find
Dreams from memories Lost and found
Some died without a sound
Getting lost to the past
Nothing ever last
Reach so high
You could almost fly
 Least you did try
Peace soul of sadness
There somewhere ahead lies the gladness
Just have to seek
Chance a quick peek
Maybe time does heal
The weight you feel
Lighting your heavy load
Smooths your road
Just know you won't get anywhere near
If you just keep setting here

Bricks and Cement

Laying brick by brick, with stickum in between.
A stone on top of another: dream quest and scene,
erected diligently, with a blueprint at the ready.
Each dot and line progression is sure and steady.

Despite storms, hurdles, and limited funding
With slow but steady aims, slanted rashly cunning,
with optimism, sharing in God's dream design.
Adversity shapes us to strive rather than repine.

God's will is a bunker, so every lesson is a brick
His word is final, and the walls of the friary are thick
Our foundation is the cornerstone of our existence
Lord God, the ruler of men, smooths the essence.

I savor being amazed; trust my full autonomy.
A heart full of hope gives way to honesty.
It's optimistic, soul-strengthening, and simple.
We stir up lies, and our ignorance is sinful.

Our love shrinks our hatred with each pulse.
It's tough to stay aside; must veins convulse?
I'm not sure what they'll do if we meet to shine.
Our passion for each other will be closer to fine.

Written: February 16, 2023

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The Bubbly

I need the satisfaction of a cold carbonated cola
it smooths my stomach with a burp, love that soda
I drink diet caffeine free don't need empty calories
Like the Coca Cola gold and white label Pepsi
Try to get the Dr. Pepper one is an impossibility
Sometimes I just want the fun and flavor of a bubbly
those bubbles tickle your nose and make a happy tummy
Diet fruit flavors and the clear lemon limes
are almost all caffeine free for bubbly time
A doc told me that caffeine could trigger my gout
so now caffeine I can gladly live without
Sure I drink decaffeinated coffees and teas
And water is always a way to stay healthy
I need the happiness you get with an ice cold cola
so allow me my caffeine free diet sodas

Twenty Twenty Three

Twenty-twenty three ushers in the New Year with a love of nature.
Bringing in a sense of normalcy and relaxation garnered by oak trees.
Vulnerable, but kind, she is pure as clean water and new mushrooms.
There is no urgency about her. Unhurried, she flows as a light breeze.

Twenty-twenty three’s cupid brings innocent and purity to the earth.
Closer to world peace this year than we have in a hundred years.
Sprinkling acorns, mushrooms, and violets into the minds of the masses.
Cupid brings us into a Zen normalcy that smooths fears and sooths souls.

Twenty-twenty three’s cupid is a sigh of relief.
There is no pretense or big show or showdown.
She lives her truth, and lets each of us live ours.
Love, joy and peace permeate our souls as we learn to simply relax.

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