Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Destiny
Emotion: Joy
Color: Sapphire
Season: Midwinter
Form: Free Verse
Object: Crown
Verb: Carry
Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel
Its my time to Soar
On eagles wings and fly
Above the sapphire sky
This Midwinter time of year
My crown is full of coloured dazzling~ sparkles
Glowing for all to see
Such joy I feel inside of me
I carry the love for my soup friends
Deep in this Scottish heart of mine
Not just at Midwinters time
Every day of every month ,year
I just love being here to share
My time for destiny is now
For such a time as this
I write from depth of heart ~ soul
Showing love, joy, kindness to all
The earth below fades to a distant haze,
As I ascend beyond the rush of days.
I catch the current, seamless, cool, and strong,
Where skyward rivers pull my path along.
I stretch my wings and tilt into the bend,
Where draft and motion effortlessly blend.
To ride the rushing wind is pure delight—
A boundless devotion to the gift of flight.
No friction drags, no gravity can hold,
As endless skies of sapphire blue unfold.
I love the freedom in this weightless stream,
Forever soaring high inside the dream.
JACKIE WE SAY BYE
MAY YOUR SOUL SOAR TO THE SKY
FOREVER FLY HIGH
Embrace peace is the way
Stop, listen , help the broken hearts!
God’s there ready to answer you
Cry out ~ Cry out
Its ok, to scream and shout
Get the freedom you deserve
Smash every chain
Strongly round your heart today
I did it for my heart
Its great to be free, as a bird in flight
Soaring above the clouds
Observing the beauty, the peace
Healing of deep wounds
It did hurt ~knocked me down
But, never ~ knocked out
Let faith arise , set us free together
Free to be me
Free to be you
I’ve turned up my music
It chills and inspires me today
A day of writing for me
It shall be ~
Since I have half a gift
yet not a whole,
I bring words to half life,
but alas my complete soul.
Who I am,
not who I am supposed to be,
on these wings of an eagle
I take flight and become free.
At dawn's break
cascading on the horizon,
is there enough light
to see the day?
It is this murky muddled mirage
where I facilitate my way.
Noble men and women
seems from another universe,
who have authored manuscripts
of such grand eloquence,
I wonder and marvel
at such sui generis verse.
I myself may never be there,
but I can’t help to think
these masters passions
which they all must bear,
are not too dissimilar
to when I soar in the air.
Some things, we will never know
For the present, we must let them go
Good things come from good seeds that we sow
When properly cared for, like produce, we too will grow
Life is a combination of saying yes and no
And properly discerning friend from foe
May we strive to enter God's door
Because that is when we begin to soar
Romance roaming in
singling sensation coiled rt
tingling passion rolled
with dream soaring high.
Storm of betrayal suddenly rose..
Shattered and sank in nasty conspiracy.
Pretty poetry drooped to dreary despondency.
N-ovels
E-ntertain
C-urious
I-ndividuals
E-agerly
R-eading,
O-nce
N-otable
O-dysseys
E-levate
L-ife
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Necie Ronoel)
I Soar Through the Air
I soar through the air
let me explain
I do so without a care
I don’t need a plane
With my words
and my thoughts
I fly with the birds
and go where I ought
Poetry inspires me
to soar and to fly
it helps me be free
to touch the sky
I cherish each poem written
born from my blood
and from my pen
ripped from my soul
i hold it to my heart with love
kissing it farewell
then sending it into the world
to fly and soar
on the wings
of birds
to drift, float, and swirl
where it will
for I soar the unrestricted skies
a terrestrial to bring my demise
how lowly of me to die by the sword
such a small forgiving creature abhorred
drive the wavered blade through my diapsid
a symbol of freedom, now fallen and placid
Upon the summit, I alone/
A titan forged of flesh and bone/
No God, No man, no king's decree/
Shall bend my will, nor silence me/
With flawless grace, I carve my path/
A lone ascent defying wrath/
The highest peak my chosen throne/
Where, I, divine, shall stand alone/
For sinless I am in my quest/
A soul unburdened, free and blessed/
Through life's storms, my spirit soars/
Unwavering as courage roars/
A journey with trials met/
Yet each, a challenge I beget/
The mountains bow beneath my stride/
A Victor, flawless, glorified/
we rise
although gravity and time
may hold us in the cupping
of their hands
we rise in a plethora of dreams
escaping above the vents
of circumstance
we rise into the tent
of all embracing;
and as if, and but, and still
we rise into each contemplation
new as the reckoning
of togetherness
draws us to the breath
of our existence;
rising, always rising
to meet the air of every day
to stay through every
active play and to meet
what will become.
the beauty of this world so much,
that I must blink with astonishment
to hold back tears.
If I could not blink I fear,
sixty per cent of who I am,
would leave me, in abject eagerness,
to kiss the earth.
I Wished that I had Wings to Fly;
But, Not a Bird, I fell to Earth.
Longed to Soar, Touch Cloud and Sky,
But I Stood Grounded, Chained from Birth.
Meeting You, My World was Changed;
Flying Mattered Not.
Sun and Sky, Earth and Birds;
No Longer My Concern.
Each Moment I Could Share with You
I'd Trade for All the Lot.
Your Love Created Newer Sparks,
Inside My Heart to Burn.
Waking Moments Magnified, Vision So Inspired,
Myth of Fear Defeated, Truth Would Finally Set Me Free
I Realized Love was EveryThing That Anyone Required;
All There Was, All There Is, and All Could Ever Be.
Knowing All of This, and Loving You
I Took My Heart to Wing and Finally Flew.
Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring- A Song of Nazrul Islam Babu (Niaz Mohammad Chowdhury)
Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring higher on a flight of blindfolded pastime
A restful walk through the memory lane, a glimpse into the mirror of a tranquil mind, to be rueful, once again
Some of all these are longing, some are doodling to yearn
The churn of the longing to meet the asymptotic is no more to be nominative, still undone.
Yet again, love thrive to reborn, to beseech lover's reach, nonetheless
Some ponder love a heart song, a ripple on a pristine mirror
Once broken, the stain is irreversible to realm into oblivion
Eternally bonded, to reign through the saga of longing again.
11-9-2024
November, Dallas
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