Suppleness Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Refreshing

Sometimes the dry desert wind
Strips slowly the sandless skin
Of the soul 

Gentle balm of the wide Spirit
Settling upon the surface 
Singing a song of suppleness 

Message of the mindful reflection 
From the internal mirror 
Of the heart

Home to the fruitful Spirit
Residence of the restoring, loving kindness
Of the refreshing riverside

Where solace comes, pacifying
With the sounds trickling and dancing
Over cool stones of thought

Premium Member Jasmine

Sweet scented, star shaped, 

Summer sedative, silky spike 

Shines with its short stature  

Sign of sensuality and suppleness 

Supports spirits, slashes stress

Scents and colognes made from it

Small, lovely, luminous jasmine, the

Special choice of beloved-hearts



Place : Honourable Mention

Premium Member The Sweetest of Kisses

My tongue tastes the sweetness of your kiss

Both heart and spirit are awake

The long languid suppleness of this

Is almost too much for me to take

My body trembles from your light touch

As you softly caress my cheek

This time with you that I love so much

Is disarming as my knees grow weak

Heart pounds with a shortness of breath

Oh what a delectable sin

And though it draws me closer to death

Still, I can't wait to do it again


Premium Member I Wish You Would

Does it take time for the sun to extirpate the dark night?
Or to ease its fire form to make the plight of farmers, light?
Can't a storm take the form of a tornado and revolve?
Or blow into a gentle breeze and prickly problems solve...?

You are like a lion, loyal, noble, and courageous,
Your love and compassion for all, yet, turn you umbrageous;
Like in a tiger, grace, strength, and suppleness are in you,
As true as the very steel, I find your ways to be true...!

Elegance brim-fills you as any finest of flowers,
To expand your powers, on you God his blessings showers;
Angels and saints surround you in all your journeys around,
Laurels of triumph are yours, though on your path thorns are found...!

No paths are so crooked, that they can never be straightened,
Sloth bears are not slothful; rather, they are well awakened;
I wish you would, my friend, being a brave adventurer,
Erase every error, and tyrannize every terror...!!!


06 April 2023
This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
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Premium Member A Porcelain Delight

Her gentle features, delicate 
                             A porcelain delight
Approaching bisque perfection
                 She shimmers in the night

The body of a mythic god
                       The suppleness of rose
If there be just one little thing
                   it’s found in sweet repose

She snores, oh yes, she snores
                      When she is blowin’ Z’s 
The thunder of a lumberjack
                   I would compare to these

The rafter’s will begin to shake,
                The bed shifts high and low
She sucks the air enough to move 
                       The curtains to and fro

But when she wakes, a Barbie doll
                    Arrives to greet the dawn
I never wait around to see
         What happens, should she yawn!

Safe

The way she sleeks through the spent waves
like a snake slithering within petrol slipped rainbow puddle
hypnotical the pull of her pools
moonbows supplicate before they echo in her depths
The sheen that meanders on her water defying suppleness
but lies in a pupil
safe


Time Flies

'Tempus fugit' we cannot deny
for suppleness dwindles and mirrors can't lie.
As wrinkles start spreading and children depart
the truth of this saying hits home like a dart.

14.02.22


Latin lessons poetry contest
Sponsor - Margarita Lillico

Premium Member Vulpine

Vulpine woven soft nest
Velvet silky lamb's ear 
Velvety smooth to touch
Velveteen feel to squab
Volumes of suppleness line 
Vaguely feels like duck down
Very soon ventures start 


Vulpine-usually refers to fox/foxes who are crafty, cunning
Lamb's ear- the plant
Squab- baby doves/pigeons
I am talking about the dove's nest lining

Two-Ply

Two-ply in roses of yellow and pink,
rolls and sings to the touch
of fingers on its faintly-scented folds,
giving miles of pleasure to soft seats
on hard covers all in the name of
modern convenience which sure is a change
from old catalog sheets housed in quarter-moon
outhouses on homesteads.

Two-ply greets us in grocery stores,
all the pretty ones sit on the front row,
purring at our squeeze test,
begging to be brought home,
heaven forbid if you buy the plain,
all-white single-ply which sits
on the bottom shelf looking forlorn
because of its unscented homeliness.

Two-ply dies a million deaths each day,
lost in the vortex of flushed toilets,
killing its suppleness and sweet fragrance,
headed to the deep and dark sewers waiting
to be processed in the jaws of the sewage
treatment plants which do not discriminate
against the bland, anorexic and hard-to-the-touch

Premium Member About the Face

Fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy of an ample supply of suppleness, 
Foretelling fluctuating skin moisturizing balms that saturates the aged cavities, 
Cherished heydays occupied a magnificent face for cameras to envy, 
In the advance of time, I am content to tender the waning years.

2020 January 14

Premium Member The Face

Awarded to privileges and sanctioned
          embellishment favoring enhancement,
Over time, years chip away unnoticeably
          o'er worn breathless moments,
Taunt texture of an arduous youth evaporates
          in a whimsical hallucination,
Fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy 
          of an ample supply of suppleness,
Foretelling fluctuating skin moisturizing balms 
          that saturates the aged cavities,
Cherished heydays occupied a magnificent face 
          for cameras to envy,
In the advance of time, I am content 
          to tender the waning years,
For a fair measured distance 
          as a camera poses for a closeup.


2020 January 10

Premium Member That About a Face

That About A Face

Previously responsible concerning an adolescent resplendent facial hallmark,
Awarded to privileges and sanctioned embellishment favoring enhancement,
Over time, years chip away unnoticeably o'er worn breathless moments,

Taunt texture of an arduous youth evaporates in a whimsical hallucination,
Face delicately immersed in a penny-filled wishing well made full by an Irish spring,
Whereby, encroaching four-leaf clovers anticipate deviating hands to favor,

For a wealth of squishing palms to rub gently the verdurous lucky
chartreuse petals,
Against foretelling fluctuating skin with moisturizing balms that saturates the aged cavities,
Alas, rebellious slaves to periodical moons ebb the epidermis as once kept promises reneges,

Former fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy of an ample supply of suppleness o'er a lifetime,
Where cherished glorious heyday occupied a magnificent proffered face for cameras to envy,
In the advance of time, I am content to gracefully tender the waning years for a fair measured distance as a camera poses for a closeup. 

2019 December 22

Human Seasons

Spring is like childhood
Time to grow
Develop roots
Experience the warmth of the sun
And bathe in the soothing rain.

Summer is like youth
Grows stronger
Roots sink deeper
Heavy rain and wind
Will not deter him
If he has
Strong and deep roots

Autumn is like middle age
Time for harvest
For some, little to harvest
For others, much to harvest

In late Autumn
Leaves start to fall
Like man losing his hair
Branches lose their suppleness
Like man’s muscles and joints turning stiff

Winter is like old age
Without leaves to protect from the cold
Without suppleness to bend with the wind
A person waits for God
To call his name Home.

Seasons come and go in cycles
Year after year
But human seasons have only one cycle
A person is born once
And dies once

Aging

Nature ages like Youth,
a bougainvillea wrapped 
around a strapless watch.

Youth doesn’t look at the clock
but ignores passing hours unknowing,
innocent of the melting water.

It leaps and lunges without fear of a fading silhouette,
it smiles with missing teeth, 
gaps filled with dreams that will change.

Youth giggles at the simplest of movements,
it blanches under praise -
it drifts along shores, feeling hearing holding then 
abandoning the flotsam and jetsam of aging. It is a bundle of 

yesterday’s plans 
ostracised by calendars,
unaware that friends will leave, as
trenches are dug by
hands, wrinkled.

Youth is a promise milked into creams,
it is a sweating desire to return, rediscover the 
suppleness of joints, of bones, of possibility.

Youth has not yet become a mouth that sighs,
is bougainvillea still free from being entwined, twisted and tied.

It is not yet conscious of time as an intangible abstract
forever

The Social Tree

The most social thing on earth
Social than the Social Networking Sites
Tall with straight uniform trunk
Unbranched trunk topped with a
Tuft fanlike or featherlike leaves.

Cresting with a plume of long feathery fronds
Making a graceful silhouette of unique beauty
With spiral arrangement of its wood fibers
Which makes it a tree of unusual suppleness and strength

Large evergreen leaves
With bundles of vascular tissue
Scattered throughout the trunks.
Abundant throughout the tropics
And thrive in almost every inhabitat therein

The quintessential image of relaxed and elegant lifestyle
A good friend in need,
A good friend indeed
Because of its versatility,
Many people cannot do without it.

Having as many uses as the year has days.
And noted for productivity in the bible
Imagine the way it comes to its full bearing
After ten to fifteen years on earth.
And still continue to bear for nearly a hundred years.

Of great economic importance,
Providing food, fibre, wine and oil
Widely used in landscaping for its exotic appearance
A useful ornamental tree
This social palm tree

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