Storeys Poems | Examples

Midwest

Outside "Clio" history lays 
simply on cobblestones ways
Between its bricks just stays;
an hourglass, measuring days,

It sees the beauty in each worn stone,
a story etched, with a life all its own
Within the cracks, it settles in layers so deep,
there's no need for grandeur or fame or sleep

Symbols of freedom, pure, simple, and true
The Omaha stones shared with me what they knew
Her whisper throughout my soul was voiced so clear,
"Wilson & Washburn" took hold of my heart damn near...

In every sand, are storeys, of lives lived, of dreams, of moments made of gold
"When I am dust, hopefully, someone writes of what lively stories I behold"

A Fictitious Dream

Maybe a simulation only
Tsunami tells us the waves 
Will eventually roar storeys high
The endless quarrying tells us 
One day the mountain rocks start rolling
The flood tells us the rivers
Will penetrate into the cities like roads
Pollution makes the rivers feed on colours
Acid rain sheds the leaves bald
Deforestation makes the forests thin
And animals start shifting
Radioactive waste makes the fishes commit suicide collectively
Workloads makes people 
Become pressured cans with stony faces
The skyscrapers poke into heaven Resulting in a bigger hole in the ozone layer
The endless oil mines poke into hell 
Resulting in volcano eruptions
Internal wars and boundary wars are Only signs of men struggling
To survive the pre-doomsday

Auntie Joyce

You crossed, at your time to cross, 
Your death, not unexpected,  
But my heart still feels the loss 
Of the light that you projected. 
 
You were the bottom storeys 
On which my life has been erected, 
The library that stored the stories 
Of my childhood, recollected. 
 
The memory of all that went before 
In you, was resurrected.  
Of whom I am, can I be sure  
Without those stories you collected?

Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, Ky

Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY

I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream
Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder
To another, the slashing strikes of cold water
Startling my every careful leap, place to place,
Landing with deep, short gasps, yet wordless
In an utter joy of intense sensation over sun-sprinkled 
Spots so bright against the deep gray hollow splotches of
Drenched stone.  The stream does not trickle
Along this gorge, but roars the air and throws
Its echoing roundabout the cliffs like a newborn
Learning its scream forth from being
Buried for years   beneath massive storeys on up to
Greater views.  But, the stream continues its carving around
The hillside.   And the newly-born cries will
Find the voices of self-expression with each gasping
Leap from boulders to cliffs, climbing in a wrapabout
The gorge’s hidden,  grand lowlands and rising
Of its own ineffable poetry so fully held within the birthing
Of Nature herself, all that which carries 
Of language as spoken
In the heart of God.

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(C) sally Young eslinger 10/9/2020

Garden Love

GARDEN LOVE

Landscaped and designed lovingly by yours truly,
Had no option, as lightening hit my favourite tree,
One that my Dad planted, destined to fall
Cracked down the middle, five storeys tall,
Had been attacked overnight, died a death unduly.

Asked the tree fellers to leave stump one storey high,
Would not let my Fathers presence in the garden die,
So re-designed and re-landscaped our garden,
Ignored protests, proceeded, beg your pardon,
Gardener and I worked hard, all marvel as they pass by!

Tha Guratest Speler

Yu wanta kno wy ey shud whin yer kontest 
Becaws ey em aye gurate speler...yu cee 
Ey allweighs cheq mi dickshunery twyce, behst...
Befour ey ryte mi storeys ore po.itree 


I Am A Winner Poetry Contest 
Sponsor Bobby May 
2-28-2019

Bonny Island

Bonny Island

You, who are drunk on the palm wine
of the mighty Atlantic’s eternal fatuity
laugh and make vain in perpetuity
her attempts to blot you out of sight

Daily taunt the thundering waves
whose fury rises several storeys high
but succumb with a crash at your feet
returning fully spent and shamefaced!

Whose palms grow into the heavens
and bow to the earth like rainbows
or, trebuchets of the most bizarre kind
when heavy with ripe fruits and nuts

Who, in defiance to the year-round rain
always has her head above the deluge
bask in the ageless futility to drown you;
instead, nourish your rich vegetation

Arise, for you have slumbered too long
and severely lag in your so many firsts
you glory today at a handful of grains
while Vultures feast on your tomorrow

Arise, for gone are the good old days 
when tradewinds brought you cowries
Guineamen are long and forever gone
now, you must create your own winds!

Sept. 30, 2018

Confusion of My Life

After all these, what more to expect??
The situations of my life are always adverse
Though i was all ready to accept
But even then i was left averse....	


I thought they were happy that i was born!!
But who knew that they would break
And my feelings were simply borne
And lastly my life took a brake...


They stood up happily on their toe
To send me off and with hearty wave..
Even after wanting them i couldn’t tow
Cuz i was left with no more waive


I thought they would enjoy me as a chocolate roll
And their high expectations were like storeys
I thought i played a major role...
And they thought it just as a story


My life became an invisible pane
And i became a useless effect
Cuz deep somewhere it pains
So i a became person with no affect


I thought im ready to be censure
But i was always baited
I mas made to be censor
Where there was nothing and my life bated...

Passing Clouds

Rain hurls wetness
Public places watered;
Soaking exposure

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Dark passing clouds
Loiter and linger;
Tears from heaven

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Rainy debris
Dry leaves soaked;
Earthy tea brew

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Takeaway meal
Local gourmet touch;
Sensorial pleasures

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Two crows sit
Rain drenched;
Tree branch spies

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Cherry tomatoes
Crunchy sensations;
Power de-tox

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Bus ride trip
Nowhere to go;
Surprise awaits

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Old movies
Greyscale tones;
Funny talkies

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TV serials
High definition colours;
Crystal brilliance

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Window view
Twenty storeys high;
Rainy day exposure

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Jelly bean pops
Myriad flavours;
Happy sensations

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Curves on stilettos
Dangerous temptations;
Futile resistance

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Word monger
Shape shifter;
Poetic impulse

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A full purse
Wealthy mindset;
Overflowing bounty

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Compassionate touch
Authentic stay;
Karmic flowering

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Moist scent
Windy pulsations;
Foretells rain

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Leon a Enriquez
13 June 2015
Singapore

Nearly the Same

eye borne two wright storeys four yew wit tiers,
tails suite tolled, sum purls wit pane;
Fore yew two gaize, hale, prays.


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April 26, 2015

Poetry/Kimo/Nearly The Same
Copyright Protected, ID 04-667-057-26
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Only Homos Allowed
sponsor, Jerry T. Curtis, NA Judged 2015

The Giant Hat

Wacko Jack from Ballarat
Built the most enormous hat,
Made of canvas with a great big brim,
Three storeys tall with a velvet trim.

Some dogs howled, while babies cried
When they saw Jack's hat he wore with pride,
Old ladies gulped while others grinned,
Until one day a howling wind
Saw Jack take off, up he went,
Sailing high like a flying tent,
He yelled out loud with a face so grim,
"Next time I"ll make a smaller brim."

That same night when it was late,
A UFO spotted above Bass Strait,
But it was only Jack still holding on
To the flying hat that'd gone so wrong.


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May Moments

Dawn hurls feisty
Shadows fly fast;
Light grooms sight


Heavy eyelids
Sleepy, jerky knees;
Awkward notions


Rise and shine now
Greet dear sunny;
Sure miracle


Overnight rain
Wet walkway paths;
Tai-Chi dancers 


Movement trancelike
Set of slow steps;
Martial ballet


Surge of feeling
In tight moving;
Poignant dancing


Serious business
This martial sway;
Calming figures


Simple fanfare
Stray passers-by;
Curious onlookers stare


Sea view from above
Twenty storeys high;
Skyline pavilions


Skyscraper toothpicks
Poking the air;
Concrete contrast


Leon Enriquez
01 May 2014
Singapore

Evening Haikus

Deep darkness
Gloomy skyline;
Lightning flash


Window view
Twenty storeys high;
Stray songbird choir


February styles
Tropical heat wave --
Rain on hiatus here?


11 Feb 2014
Singapore

Child Within

Let it out, screaming inside my head
Holding back the flood gates
Locked in underground cell to supress
The tears that dwell deep within 

A place where colours don’t exist
Starkness, isolation and sadness
Why visit such a space of gloom
When I can build storeys above

A tower of strength, sturdy and high
Stability and proud to the general eye
Exploring each level one at a time
Only very few find the truth inside

Strength based on fragile foundations
The child within reaching to be free
Powerless, ashamed and lost innocence
An adult who fears unlocking all the hurt

Denial is such an easy path to take
Beware the silent sadness that blooms
As the hurt from deep within emerges
Penetrating through the cracks

I want to unlock that cellar deep below
Look her in the eye embrace all she hides
Take her hand and set her free
Allow myself to finally become me

Sounds of Home

Quietly toasting my skin in early morning sun
Sounds of Malta ringing in my ears
Hearts beating rhythmically within
Like engines revving
Cranes swinging
And stones dropping into place
Six storeys high
Birds wings heard fluttering around, trilling quietly
As noon brings peace, and noise withdraws
And people rest in the siesta.

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