Swaddles Poems | Examples

THE PAST

[00:26, 08/02/2025] evrod samuel: figure me this 
figure me that 
whisper of  a cloudy past 
and im into that 

poised to linger in reliving make believe
any spare time for reverie 
is comfort 
that swaddles me 

peace are you really in my past ?
am i stuck here 
and treating it as a wholesome repast ?

loop of overthinking 
where will you let me off
do i benefit from being so steadfast
and always lost in unsure thoughts 

the rigidity of the past
offers sincerity 
it happened 
it was
its where im glued

Summer Shower

Start of daylight summer.
Standing clouds do scatter.
Sun shines through raindrops, sail.
Smell of rain wet spatter.
Swaddles nature sitting.
Stunning rainbow it spins.

12/8/2024

Raindrops

Sunny days of amber 
Start daylight summer.
Skyline clear, veils of clouds' scatter.
Sunshine silhouettes placid and plenty
Sustain vivid space for dreaming beauty.  
Sparrow sisters spirit chirp, 
Scene engaging melody urp.
Semi-aquatic bullfrogs sing a cappella 
Sight of festy aerial dragonfly’s gala.
Serendipity cast most timely,
Spontaneous lavish rain sublimely. 
Smell of rain swaddles Nature finely.
Scintillating wet spatter collaborative.  
Sun shines through raindrops weave, 
Seamless hues, stretch of favorite colors mark,
Symbolic eternal life rainbow arc. 

6/19/2024

Nativity's Wings

Nativity's Wings

Nativity spreads white wings
In a triumphant yell of grace
Mercy's advent
Swaddles teardrops
Into everlasting joy.

Ambiance

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(PoetrySoup Format)


. . . smooth shades secretly serenade,
blush and blend, to send vivid vivacity.

- a masterpiece in the making -

like a painter posing with a palette,
matching the mood
of cream and Burgundy

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Summer shimmers, sharing a savory sweetness,
the sultry Saturn sunrise, swaddles a Sangria sunset

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Fall, into me,
beyond the ambiance of Autumn
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like the poised position,
of a poet with a pen,
simply sculpting shapes;
softly scribbling shadows within



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A romantic/seasonal scribble
- Fall into my love, the love and mood of the season -
Perhaps both

My Muse

My Muse 

This muse – personal trainer of my pen,
 This restless spirit pacing in imagination’s sanctuary,
Gathers fleeting moments into anticipation’s tabernacle
Swaddles divine laughter, brooding gloom and holy fire
With scented leaves from her perfumed garden
 Hallowed space clothed in inspiration
  Where my love and loss embrace in genesis
Shooing away paralyzed procrastination 
To transcend into creation lyrics and lines
 In a cloistered hermitage of rhymes and rhythms
Drifting through defiant midnight in dopplers
 With ultrasound colors of fading rainbows
  Like pinpoints of ice or fleeting romantic dews -
   Drawn from vaults of the eternal’s benediction –
    Waking my insomniac meditations
So in my deafness I may hear her abiding presence,
 In mystical and magic lines like prisms glow
Follow through
  Dusky passages of visions
   Poetic shame tattooed in rust
Enthralled by
   Her faceless sacred songs played in my heart
So we join hands 
Then lift our tousled words in nude prayers and pleas
 In the unbroken sacramental circle of life
  Cried to the four winds, seas and oceans
 To praise the infinite everlasting.

1-4-23

Spring Bows To Summer

spring bows to summer

spring bows to summer
 long nights give way to daylight ~
  footprints on the sand

cold days nod to warmth
 days comes early then leave late ~
  shooting star pizzazz

frost curtseys to dew
 empty fields burst with blossoms ~
  bird songs fill the dawn

tree buds smile with leaves
 barren limbs expand with life ~
  forest greenness thrives

moonlight swaddles night 
  moon shadows dance in rondeaus ~
  summer bows to spring

6-8-22

A Shout Into the Void

A Shout into the Void

A shout into the colorless void between Eden and exile,
Between exile and eternity,
By the eternal hero
Like faith leaping milestones from the lion’s head
In the conjugal joining of Heaven’s sighs
In Hosanna’s Glorias
In the midnight where my wandering spirit
Leaves no footprints in blank shadows
Now no room in this vacuum for nothing
But the triumphant yell of grace.

Mute words once swallowed 
A living exclamation point
To punctuate a tiny cry
From the jewel of the creator’s creation
Shattering emptiness
In a wink from the everlasting Genesis
Anticipation in waiting
Leaping into my fractal space
To catch my hurtling free fall
Into bottomless vast valleys of lost gravity.

Nativity spreads white wings
In expressions of prophetic prophecy
Between two distant edges
Devoid of destination and of definition,
Only silhouettes of fleeting emptiness,
Until 
Mercy’s advent 
Swaddles teardrops turned into crystal gems
Of everlasting joy
Echoing in the shattered void.

12-27-21
Contest:  Pick a Title
Theme chosen: A shout into the Void
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Tightrope 8-17-21

Rope cuts into my bare feet
Wary as I tread the line
The end stretches farther than I can see
My eyes veer down 
Expecting to find the ground miles beneath me
But all I see are sheets
The boulders below are just a pillow cradling my neck
The humid air wrapping itself around my body,
whipping as I try to keep myself stable,
is a blanket that swaddles my aching bones
Panic sets into the bones
I fear that I will fall
Yet there is nothing to fall into
I could dive in but never crash
The impact comes in shaking shoulders
Splitting head with no blood to show for it
Forehead against the bedrock
All I feel is agony as I nestle in and fall asleep

Forget Me Not

Minuscule sapphire blooms,
timid starlight eyes
verdant foliage swaddles,
exquisite, elegant sight

tranquil, serene, meadows
flamboyant petals play
vibrant, petite, bouquets
baring messages to relay,

soothing mother's anguish,
in sorrow, you're not alone
dainty flowers cradle,
words they cannot say

Murder In the Tunnel

Baneful, manufactured decay
eerie, drab, atmosphere swaddles
stone walls wail, briny dismal tears
stagnant puddles, linger upon
ruinous, dreary, derelict paths

rancid foul stench, squalid minds
unlit musk, dank, tunnel conceals
societies obsolete, unruly
observing eyes, close in secret
quivering hands, steady weary stance,

shrieks echo through, high pitched whistles
malicious pit whines, engulfed in greed
screams absorbed, through murderous throat
stealing adrift shadows, to feast

fleeing terror, quavering legs sprint
stumbling towards, sunlight caress
as church bells chime, Sunday's hymns

Night of Passion and Desire

Moon darkness falls on the streets of muse,
Its royal veil of lilac amorous hues.
Drawn to submissive embrace wind-tee base
Love weave lacey quintessence grace.

Flaxen way paves a world that swaddles me,
Poised a wide tide to guide the love of thee.
Suffuse in rolling mirth, night passionate dreams
Etched in memory silken honey beams.

Dry crimson leaves fumble as moonlight dance
Beneath calm of trees as we're lost in blushing trance.
Drifting off in the depth of flowering cherry tree
Finding warmth in forgotten summer beauty of love's glee.

Wind puffs its lips tussle autumn initiative
Leaves awakening us from our melodic recitative.


9/25/2020

Maid of the Sea

Leaving her blue salty home,
she emerges from the sea 
changing her fish tail into human legs
within the times of the full moon.

Her bare figure exposed;
long auburn tresses swaddles her frame
as she walks silently on the sandy beach 
to dance like a maiden of charm.
Reaching out to touch the wings
of the seabirds as they cry
breaking the silence of the moonlit night.

Embedding and feeling every grain of sand
between her toes, as waves ebbs, and flows behind;
she waits in the hopes to purchase a glimpse 
of her lover not knowing within the ocean depth
 he and his ship rests at the bottom of the sea.


9/22/2019

The World Begins With You

THE WORLD BEGINS WITH YOU
--for Every Woman
by 
Ajeyemi Wasiu
The world begins with your
womb that houses me.
The world begins with your
love that swaddles me, Woman.
The world begins with your laughter
that engulfs everywhere.

The world begins with your face
where the spell of light lives;
where the charm of love dwells.
The world begins with your heart -
the lone temple where we gather
to worship. 

The world begins with
your hands full of dews. Your arms
waiting to embrace my tender body.
The world begins with your voice
that stirs our ears to the wind of your
songs. 

The world begins with your teeth
that surpass the whiteness of snow.
The world begins with you, Woman.
The world lives when you love.
The world dies in your absence.
The world begins and ends with
you, Woman.

Foggy Pools of Gray

Lost in deep of winter woods,
swirls of fog drink me in; 
strokes like shadows etched by pine, 
snowflakes dust a gelid fringe.

Stoking flame of blushing cheeks
above the embers of ruby lips, 
imprisoned behind charcoal streaks
wisps of smoke in steel-hued rings.

The wafting mist of Vicar’s Pond 
mirrors aigrette of Northern Star
swaddles a drifting silent loon 
like obsidian pupils drift in wet. 

Clothed in shimmering pale of night, 
tremolo of loon heaves my chest; 
bathed by gleam in circular pools, 
drowning in liquid ashen eyes.

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