Turfs Poems | Examples

Hope

The sun is bright, that is hope.
The dark cloud is pregnant  for a moist day 
And the turfs are beautifully smiling 
The sun is scorching, that is pain.
And the beautiful turf wilt and dry 
And the rain drops,
Announcing the blossom of the shrubs and bright flowers
The challenges of life, 
The pain and anguish ,
Are the embers and springboard to announce our triumph.
Heros are made out of battles 
Victors are made through trial 
Though some are conquered 
They are the unsung true heros.
As our eyelids open for a new dawn, 
It is an attestation of hope to come.
To get there, 
To sing victory, 
To be crowned a hero 
Keep striving without daunting

Lady Godiva

Woman of rationality
not known to all men.
Countess of Mercia,
scent of a woman.
Lover of masses,
dream of sashes.
In anticipation
no other man tried,
Wooing the coveted one
fear of life taunts
nobody ever haunts.
A modest woman she was,
a clean woman that was.
Up in the hills
travels without fear,
down the hills she fills
with her voice people hear.
In many trails
she hops and drills.
In open seas
she crave for krills.
Strong woman thinks all,
grown woman walks tall.
In each flight she makes
no man's plight is at stake.
Never wondered how hard life is
In an instant, life heals.
For the strong woman without fierce
no hurting arrows can pierce.
Savagery is not bravery
for any lass of Coventry.
Thinking of good deeds that last
no heroism will rust.
Aigrettes pose as nobility,
not for lass of simplicity.
Half of Leofric,
Piece of heroic.
Levy for serfs,
burden of turfs.
Then one day casted
a lean woman's body...
body of beauty,
honor of beauty.
How the heroine perished
nobody cherished.
A living legend she was,
a myth that never was!

Autumn Flower

Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've indeed kept your phenomenal beauty sane.

The half-yellow and the half-green leaves
Are trying to mimic your beautiful color.
Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears,
Squirrel and Nightingale are in a state of horror.

Flower of one of the most solemn and romantic seasons,
Your exceptional beauty merits great admirations
And your sweet and delicious sap is beyond words.

Flower, I'm coming tonight to rest on your turfs,
To contemplate the spots, the stars and the sparks,
The stranded branches and the rods floating in the parks.

Copyright © September 1997, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Marshland

The Marshland
In the middle of the fen where the soil is full of rotting foliage, 
roots of tree from the time the land was a forest, 
a dam where ducks swim and as is the way of ducks noisy in 
their chatter with each other, social bird with no musicality 
I mean have you ever heard of an opus titled: 
“When the ducks sing in Covent garden.” 
Yet they like it here and can spot a Cheney miles away and 
thus avoid getting water-boarded. We used to go there 
the farmer and we dug into wet soil square sized turfs 
which dried in the sun and in the fall we had carts full and 
primordial roots that burned brightly when snow fell outside

Violence

Bloods over flowing.
Mothers tears pouring.
Deaths in the hood sky high and still soaring.
Brothers and sisters dying in their prime.
Ghettos and hoods full of unsolved crimes.
We attend more funerals then graduations.
We have false idols influencing the next generation.
Killing each other over false pride.
Wondering if the hate will ever subside.
Step back and look at what your doing. 
Instead of love the hate keeps spewing. 
Young kids murdered for a pair of sneakers. 
Unity destroyed families left weaker. 
Ears shut down not listening to truth. 
Murder on the mind like you have something to prove. 
Fighting for turfs that don't belong to you. 
Doing exactly what they want you to do. 
It takes a village to raise a child.  
The concept has been lost as our children run wild. 
Stop and think is it worth taking a life? 
Over sneakers, a dirty look self infused pride.

Quiescence

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*^* take the vivacious steps of my world's elated lilt *^*

Burning effulgent golden daystar - mirrored, reflected
Drawing up the facsimile of faith and luminescence
Trees oscillate and dance together with the rhythmic gust of breeze
Air - blowing and puffing, zephyr cooled by the brook
Turfs overran the land with exultation and furore
Fondling, gripping, and cuddling the headstream
Odoratas - ample-petaled,whitish-pink flower lilies
Bobbing in the reverberating melody of undulated waves
Nymphalid - gliding, vagabonding with elegance
Bragging its chromatic colorful ala above the stream current
Cervids drinking serenely with potable crystalline water
Salmons plunging, swimming for life and subsistence
Sedimentary rocks carried away gently, instinctively
Indigenous sanctuary - obscure, raw
Undisturbed habitat of existence
Factual heaven - midst of the woodland
Home of soothing silence - rivulet of my daydream.

> and dreams are sometimes more fun than reality <

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' Journey of a Nymph '

In the midst of woods
A cryptic houri's crooning
Euphony - suffused.

Nocturnal deity humming her lyrical milieu
Yarn of Utopian hymn of nostalgia
Missing her sublime empyrean realm, now ...
Place seems so eccentric ... strange ensued in just a flash
How mind's eye brought this door to reach " LIMITLESS "

Facing the Ingress of CHANGE
Goddess stepped and witnessed the other world behind the realm
A cyan orb with burning effulgent daystar - mirrored, reflected
Drawing up the facsimile of lustrous sparks of luminescence
Planet surrounded by towering trees oscillating 
Dancing together with the blithesome rhythmic gust of cool breeze
Nymphalid gliding, vagabonding with grace and elegance
Bragging its chromatic stunning ala above the turfs embracing the land
Rocks, pebbles, grass, insects and animals in harmony
Clouds, birds, skies, heaven and earth in equilibrium
Like music - heavenly, perfect, profound, and heartfelt
Factual sanctuary - undisturbed habitat of existence
Home of soothing silence - obscure, raw ...
Nymph of the wood now a HUMAN
Mortal - in time, will cease and die. . .
No perpetuity . . .



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' In My Dreams '

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Burning, gleaming effulgent golden daystar - mirrored, reflected, pictured
Drawing up the facsimile of faith, ardour and iridescence
Trees oscillate and dance together with the rhythmic, dulcet gust of breeze
Air - blowing and puffing, zephyr cooled , frozen by the brook
Turfs overran and overlaid the land with exultation and furore
Fondling, gripping, and cuddling the head stream
Odoratas - ample-petaled,whitish-pink flower lilies
Bobbing in the reverberating melody and cyclicity of undulated waves
Nymphalid - gliding, vagabonding with elegance
Bragging its chromatic colorful ala above the stream current
Cervids drinking serenely with potable crystalline water
Salmons plunging, swimming for life and subsistence
Sedimentary rocks carried away gently, instinctively
Indigenous sanctuary - obscure, raw
Undisturbed habitat of existence
Factual heaven - midst of the woodland
Home of soothing silence - rivulet of my daydream.
How I wish I will never wake up again ...

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*-*  ~~~~ " POESY'S LIMITLESS SCULPTOR " ~~~~

*-* August 27, 2011 *-*

' the Nymph In the World of Humans '

In the midst of woods
A cryptic houri's crooning
Euphony - suffused.

Nocturnal deity humming her lyrical milieu
Yarn of Utopian hymn of nostalgia
Missing her sublime empyrean realm, now ...
Place seems so eccentric ... strange ensued in just a flash
How mind's eye brought this door to reach " LIMITLESS "

Facing the Ingress of CHANGE
Goddess of melody stepped and witnessed the other world behind the realm
A cyan orb with burning effulgent daystar - mirrored, reflected
Drawing up the facsimile of lustrous sparks of luminescence
Planet surrounded by towering trees oscillating 
Dancing together with the blithesome rhythmic gust of cool breeze
Nymphalid gliding, vagabonding with grace and elegance
Bragging its chromatic stunning ala above the turfs embracing the land
Rocks, pebbles, grass, insects and animals in harmony
Clouds, birds, skies, heaven and earth in equilibrium
Like music - heavenly, perfect, profound, and heartfelt
Factual sanctuary - undisturbed habitat of existence
Home of soothing silence - obscure, raw ...
Goddess now a HUMAN
Mortal - in time, will cease and die. . .

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july 30,2011

Quiescence

Burning effulgent golden daystar - mirrored, reflected
Drawing up the facsimile of faith and luminescence
Trees oscillate and dance together with the rhythmic gust of breeze
Air - blowing and puffing, zephyr cooled by the brook
Turfs overran the land with exultation and furore
Fondling, gripping, and cuddling the headstream
Odoratas - ample-petaled,whitish-pink flower lilies
Bobbing in the reverberating melody of undulated waves
Nymphalid - gliding, vagabonding with elegance
Bragging its chromatic colorful ala above the stream current
Cervids drinking serenely with potable crystalline water
Salmons plunging, swimming for life and subsistence
Sedimentary rocks carried away gently, instinctively
Indigenous sanctuary - obscure, raw
Undisturbed habitat of existence
Factual heaven - midst of the woodland
Home of soothing silence - rivulet of my daydream.





                                          
                                                    JUNE 01, 2011

One Hundred Moons

On the battle turfs of a vernacular
hunger, the hikes were killing
the uncertain values. Committing suicide
was a regular feature.

To pay off the debts of a flag.
By using pesticides on unsuspecting
guests of tomorrow.
The clocks were set one century back.

What could be done of an anonymous
terror bomb placed in a lunchbox?
Do we wait for an accident?
Who will open it?

All summer, one hundred moons
I will wash your face
to read the command.
Who had put the stiletto in your hand?


SATISH VERMA

The Masters Touch

Hot breath escape suckle ear lobes to blonde's leisure,
Teeth infuriate the neck, pinion it in pleasure,
Deep sigh's play and yield to the erotic gesture;
Body submits to arms, in seductive capture.    

Crimson wet lips lewd, buoyant soft, in active blunder.
Accosted sign language, push and swipe her to wonder.
Panic, as she gets lifted in complete surrender.
Cushions merge to contours, awaiting their plunder.

Nausea and thrill stretch to engage grips and shivers.     
Areolas revolt and drain tender mouth quivers,
Suckled nipples formative dewy drops in tongue licks;
Hardened globes inflated curves probe pricks and nicks.

Invading hands numbed knees resist elated snares,
Navel button coated in warmth from nostril flares,
Parted avenues tongue and palm unleashed perfection,
Mounted head crawls and glides with swelling sensation.

Waves of raptures hit by the stormy sight.
Cleavage churns tender turfs, to passion chased delight.
Thirst and joy embroil delicacy in turmoil;
Her enslaved moments perform to the Masters touch.

Shades of Desire

Sensation vibes grip each tickle in their love play,
Fingers toss and turn to initiated foreplay,
Ice blocks slip and slide from the desperate display,
Wet tongue tracks to coax and drive in action replay.

Liquid crystals burn navel warmth in fluid tension,
Quivers decry raptures in ignited passion,
Tender quaking caves moist with expectation,
Wild in surrender to the least provocation.

Playful body exposure stroked in their delight,
Lust attacks of erotica in the joyous fight,
Bountiful turfs in seduction; dark bewitched night.
Eager palms in random, frisk the lonely knight.

Sturdy beats in armors turbulent longing needs,   
Bottoms cushion reoriented to the parted links in deeds, 
Penetration rides with squirms in its joy trips,
Moulds in collapse kneaded by clashing hips.

Electrified she is plundered by the manly beast;
Defenseless to devour the lust filled feast.

Adorable Friend the Canvas Is Alive

My heart is like the dewy rainbow,
Endless in its   riot of pretty colours,
Infinite, in parallels of beauty rows,
Forever Mirror images stretching out, 
Like a river’s edge, never to meet. 


There can never be forgotten dreams,
Memory walks on the turfs of love,
Immortalized: in resonance with music.
Are these timid steps of a lover’s dance;
Vibrant forms, united in love and beauty.

Mona-Lisa, I hear whispers of the pen.
Abrasions: On the sweetness of that smile.
Slayer of hearts: O! softness, of the Rose.
Stab my heart with a Pen-pal story lore?
It bleeds red as the lips, shadows watch.

Life is so short, paths strewn by rose thorns
The canvas comes alive in primitive desire,
Eve’s apple straying her thoughts to doom.
Enchanting is love, will she smother it away?
There are no ends to estacy or love: dear Friend

Step lightly, like the wind in wild aroma.
Dwell awhile, let me caress those hand,
Feel the rave warmth in your closeness,
Blend this moon in shadows, to my soul,
Adorable, I still lookout for the twinkling eyes.

Living On Bed Terms

I can't sleep because of you 
your on the couch rebelling
against my rules 
we can't stand each other
at this point and I'm fighting
the choice to choose
what I really want 
because I don't know want I want

I thought I loved you
So why does it hurt?
I don't want to want you
But I can't seem to close my eyes 
without your body next to mines
I hate that you won't compromise
Your tired of all my wining

I feel like pulling my hair out 
lord is this a sign? Why doesn't he care 
that I'm crying? I hate this feeling of living 
on bad terms. We used to be on the same
team but now were on different
turfs. 

I wish I could could reach my
sanity right now because maybe
than I could find who I use to love. 
But he doesn't seem to exist anymore.
Is love really like this is it all meant to fall apart?

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