Sweep Through Poems | Examples

Summer

Fireflies at night. 
Are busy. 
They light up with attitude. 
And land on my shoulder unexpectedly. 

In the summer. 
Cars going by sound crisp as they sweep through town. 
My head is unmuffled. 
And my hands are free of those gloves. 

Winter hassles. 
Like clearing the driveway. 
My voice is raspy from the cold air and sicknesses. 
Winter boots would get muddy over and over. 

In the summer. 
Fireflies light up to make us feel excited. 
As one lands on my glass of iced tea. 
Reminding me to fill the glass again. 

I know that this lake will freeze again. 
And soon, we’ll forget about the flowers.
Nothing exists in the winter. 
Except hot tea and hot coffee. 

One of the last fireflies of the season. 
He dropped by and told me that it was almost September. 
Then, he flew so high up, I lost sight of him. 
One of summer’s last magic tricks.

The lake froze. 
My hands almost did, but I got mittens on in time. 
I have blankets and coats in my car. 
My car starts up harshly and loudly in the winter. 

Fireflies at night. 
Every summer. 
They say things and dazzle us. 
And they will next year too.

In-between worlds

Take me down the cobbled path
Where moss and grasses grow
Sink my heels in dampened sand
Where oceans ebb and flow

Let the breeze sweep through my lips 
The sunshine warm my skin
Let the dew drops gently fall
Where mornings will begin

Dance me though the scattered corn
And twirl amongst the stars
Let the rain splash down the stream
To the world that once was ours

If I feel the sun upon my face
The wind rush through my hair
If I breathe in the salt and close my eyes
I pause, and you are there

If We Never Learn

Caught between a glamorized past and an imploding present,  
Future's hope hangs upon the scales of a timid fate.  
A country splintering,  
A modern-day civil war where words fly by like bullets.  
Family and friends become nothing but mere collateral,  
To radicalised ideals and misplaced allegiances.
While the rest of the world unites,  
Watching as the sparks of hate ignite.  
As flames of blind loyalty sweep through cities.  
Idiocracy now rules the ashes,  
The clock is ticking down.  
Will you cower in the shadows,  
Waiting for the winds of change to blow over,  
Or will you fight, come hell or high water?

You Are Still In My Bones

You are still in my bones, like a shadowed refrain,
A song never spoken, a pulse in my veins.
Each whispering silence, each unmeasured beat,
Reminds me of days when our hearts dared to meet.

I walk through the dusk where the twilight is torn,
Where memory blooms like a rose with a thorn.
I feel you in rivers that sweep through the night,
In clouds that drift pale, in the edge of the light.

Though time wears you thin like a stone in the stream,
I find you in fragments of half-waking dreams.
In petals of evening, in whispers of air,
A shadow, a heartbeat—forever you’re there.

The world has grown quiet, yet under the skies,
Your echo still lingers, in moonrise and sighs.
I close my eyes gently, and there you remain,
A ghost in the marrow, a trace of sweet pain.

Mounts Mighty and Mira

''Mighty: 'Mira, have you seen the dam's reservoir level rise?''
Its water spills over, a dangerous disguise
Mira: ''Yes, I have, my friend. It is a terrible sight
The flood brings a destructive might".

Mighty: ''The Engineers, they say it is all for good.
To generate power, for the people's hood.
But what about the homes and lands below?
The waters rage, will they ever know?''

Mira: ''The dam stands tall between us two.
A symbol of man's power, but also their woo.
Nature's force, cannot withstand.
The flood's fury will sweep through this land''.

Mighty: ''Oh! Mira, I fear for those downstream.
Their safety and homes seem like a terrible dream.
The water's rise knows no bounds.
Its power is immense, it knows no grounds." 

Mira: '' But still, we stand strong, like guardians of old.
Witnesses to man's might, and to nature's hold.
And though the flood may come, with all its might.
We'll stand here forever, throughout day and night".

So let the flood rage on, with all its might
For man and nature, will surely fight
And though the dam may falter, and the water may spill.
Our strength will stand steadfast still.

- Flows But Never Flows Away -

   Rivers flow as the Milky Way
   Broken clouds, the rain pouring down from skies
   Stop protecting your opinions
   Occasionally we are punished
   for something we have never done
   Obvious discrimination without a filter
   nothing is excluded

   Wandering through many hundreds of hymns
   as tides that sweep through pulsating veins

   The wise person does not associate with liars
   Disappointments will perhaps diminish over time
   obviously an ignorant inference
   No one dreams,
   if the eye never sleeps
   The depth of the feeling
   continued in the rainy weather

Winter Magic

"Winter ensures greater bonding than any other season by bringing the family members together to sit around the hearth enjoying the warmth of the fire and sharing pleasantries"~ By Poet


Snowflakes are sliding down through porous air.
They look like confetti on a pretty bride in white.
Some land down on bare limbs of trees and bushes
Rabbits and squirrels into their comfy borrows alight.

A thick blanket of snow is spread over hills and dales.
Land and trees look as if someone painted them wholly white.
Like pretty jewels, suspended rain drops gleam and glitter.
Cold blizzards blow and sweep through the whole night.

When flakes of snow are thus gently gliding and landing,
When I feel the chill in my body and all through my bones, 
Into the depths of sweet slumber, my mind takes flight,
Enjoying the magic of winter and wind’s euphonic tones!

Connie Marcum-Wong

Come, autumn breeze, in September
Sweep through our hearts so elegant
Like Connie, our sweet celebrant,

With sadness we will remember
Her warm and gentle touches still
Whispers of happiness until

She left us, a glowing ember
Burning so brightly in our hearts
Poems with rare beauty imparts.

Stirring souls like burning cinder
Becomes a muse to light our way
On this another autumn day.

On the Soup no finer member
Always there with a compliment
Kind words of praise she always lent.

Come, autumn breeze, in September
With sadness, we will remember
She left us, a glowing ember
Stirring souls like burning cinder
On the Soup no finer member.

Written September 23, 2022
Submitted to: "In Remembrance of Connie - Autumn Theme"
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney

Silent Voices of God

Like calm breezes sweep through the trees,
The silent voices of God caress our souls
Sometimes with a rustle that startles us
Reminding us again who is at the controls.

When least we expect a jolt of awareness
Comes into our minds, a sense of presence,
Reminding of a force greater than ourselves
Renewing understanding of divine essence.

When those moments come, we reflect
Facing the reality of our certain immortalities
And, vowing to make the most of our time,
We begin to set aside our vain banalities.

written March 1, 2022

Amid Falling Leaves

Amid falling leaves, 
     Beneath the rasping trees,
          Nature sounds
               A little groggy with sleep. 

Proud and defiant wind 
     Puffs its lips 
          Out with its bad- 
               Temper breath. 

Leaves tussle with a few laps 
     Around not touching the ground. 
          A wink of Autumn amorous 
               Sweep through the coppice. 

Novice is the breeze 
     Alone reaching then 
          Once, twice, and thrice 
               Refusing to meet rustle shadows.   

Who can resist the deep, 
     Natural colors of deep earthy
          Toning melodic colors
               And green display?  

Caramel, lemon, crimson,
     And dark chocolate hues 
          Against a spectrum of light 
               And  freshen air of sweetness.

7/27/2020

Pick-A-Title, Vol 20 - Free Verse 3 - Poetry Contest
1. Amid Falling Leaves
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

Covid Climbs

*HHS Secretary Alex Azar says the U.S. time is closing, to control the spread

The U.S. has reached an all-time high, of Covid cases from the start
We may lose control of the spread, any last grip falling apart
It would sweep through every state, when you think of it this way
Overwhelm hospitals, from every direction, filling up day to day
Then we would return to the beginning of a shut down
That had everyone complaining to start with, in each town
None of this makes any sense, as today we watch each crowd
Fill up streets side by side, all together screaming loud
I’ve always said, the virus will prove the truth over all
But, it’s unbearable to watch it, contribute to America’s fall

Heidi Sands

6/28/20

Death of a Poet - Leonard Coen

When you died
My heartache reached my bones.
You seemed an old soul, but ageless.
Your death caught me by surprise.

Your deep, long, full voice
never to sweep through a room.
Never to fillet my soul
or plunge cold reality into my heart.

The lingering lines of your poetry
lay siege to my essence 
and unlock the hidden door
 from which all poets pen.

Your life of anguish and peace,
dance partners in the pattern of life,
open me to the possibility of both.

Sorting the discord to a song,
you lived the dichotomy of life
and spun the contrast to a single sphere of light.

As I ripen, opening to your music,
I long to align my life with yours.
To sit in meditation with your teacher,
to pen the lessons of life in compassion of others.

The world will be less the world I love
With you absent from the stage.
Exit Right, Empty Stage
End of Final Act.

Come What May

Come What May.
.
May comes in a blaze of glory
Opening natures treasure chest
The spectacular hawthorn adorns 
It’s pretty wedding gown
And the perky trilling Robin
Wears it’s Sunday best
.
The vibrant flowers open their hearts
To the warm rays of the sun
Butterflies flirt and flutter
In an arial delicate ballet  
A soft caressing teasing breeze
Tickles the abundant paper lie leaves
Throughout the glorious day
.
The majestic cows chew the cud
The fleecy lamb's bleat run and play
The blackbird joyfully sings at dusk
And heralds in a newborn day
.
Vibrant lush green carpets
And clothed trees
Sweep through valley and hill 
As idle days standstill
And lazy trout
Occasionally pout and try
To kiss the sky
,
Soon the boisterous purging wind
Will blow and the may blossom
Wedding gown will be torn down
Falling like confetti and screw across 
Littering the ground
Until next year
When May reapers.
.
 Peter Dome©2020.

Natures Gift

The beauty of nature follows us 
Wherever we go... here, there, high and low
Through sundials of time, places and circumstances
As changes sweep through our intricate lives,
The gift of nature trails behind and with us
Wherever we go or whatever we are faced with,
Remember, this gift of nature is with us, always!
        Look, watch, breathe, live ..!!

Heidi Sands 

9/19/19

Old Book

In my hands,
This old book;
Feel browse tend,
Word lines hook.


Verse now blooms,
Thoughts of old;
Muse finds room,
Old takes told.


Flip each page,
Thoughts pile high;
Sweep through age,
Sense feel sigh.


Soul once here,
Speaks quaint voice;
Words flash clear,
Fling fresh poise.


Words edge on,
Touch of rhymes;
Once upon,
Dash of chimes.


Browse and dig,
Frame new feed;
Lift old wig,
Fix odd need.




Leon Enriquez
06 March 2017
Singapore

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