20 Gently!
20 is the age,
That many feel,
Is life’s apex
A self view,
Dream’s engage,
Visions unreel,
Of Youth’s rare vortex,
Energy accent ague,
Center stage,
Focus visions steal,
From our older annex,
Simcha True!
Love gently, yet rage,
Agin’ emotion neuter unreal,
Cuddle is the text,
Sensate Focus is the rule,
Be infected via phage,
Of 20, Gently!
Categories:
unreel, anniversary, appreciation, emotions, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Look back and smile!
There’s so much to love,
And so much to strive!
Foggy veil melting to unreel and rewind.
Reminiscing the yielding and enriching joyous flight.
Warm treasures glimpsing through ice pellets sleeting from graphite.
Beautiful sheaf of sunlight blooming hope vibrant and bright.
Donning on the priceless gracious new life.
Jingling bells ring in a new stride!
Herald of winters embrace renaissance.
Delighted to see the marks of your proud prance.
Look back and smile you have another beautiful chance.
Dated: 28.12.2022
PRICELESS POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
unreel, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Upon the promenade, the path is twisted and turned,
each footfall is set to an unknowable rhythm.
Before thee runs the righteous coil
or is it a brilliant path of glory?
I see no solution to my turmoil
I travel this labyrinth alone...
It is spiraling down deep like a nautilus coil.
A dangerous and dark mystery
for each footfall has found
a different path upon a different world.
Traveling the unlit promenade
a path to purgatory
that twists turns and spiraling
along the way, I find no sanctuary.
Each footfall set to an unknown rhythm...
The lights are diminishing and flickering into death!
Time has moved along this promenade,
The stone crumbling to dust
The labyrinth is vast as it is winding.
I feel it unreel before me...
Upon the promenade,
the path is twisted, turned,
always dark along the promenade
a path to purgatory...
Categories:
unreel, addiction, adventure, allegory, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Hauled up
the breast suture.
You were following the milk route,
epitomizing the fall. From the
golden clouds. Wanting to
swim in blue veins,
you were drowned. The fire
has spurted the blood. A carbon
copy of exit strategy
in your hands, you unreel
the chains of libido in failed
state of limbs.
The cartel has littered
the street with gentle greens,
to buy the lips. Spurned
lover commits a suicide.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unreel, art,
Form: ABC
Story Unreal
So wats the deal
Virtual unsealed
Reseal, repackage, unreel
Greatest trick revealed
Categories:
unreel, adventure,
Form: Free verse
to be normal
how boring like a bog
the unusual mind
is one of a kind
unreal to reel; real to unreel
no one is reel to me
fragmented brain of psychosis
as the minds laughter broke into a thousand peices
yeah, the unusual mind is a beautiful mind
steering the mirror at face to embrace
to view a brain uplift
uplifted brilliant beautiful madness
now creatively gifted
as you know since this poem got sifted!
By Susan J. Mills
Categories:
unreel, angstbeautiful, beautiful,
Form: I do not know?
I love how the ocean builds and foams
Then crashes over nothing but air
Maybe with a purpose, and maybe not
All I know is that it's there.
I love to feel the wind
As a salty breeze ripples around me
I love to look at the horizon
And let everything melt, and just be.
I love to gaze off into the distances
Thinking of nothing but dreams
My mind cruises o'er the broad Savannah
Through the trickling streams.
I love to hear someone singing
With the Southern twang of their voice
I love to sit down in a chair and write
Or read anything of my choice.
I love to hear train whistles
And stare up at the clouds
I love to watch the sunrise
And see the flowers sprout.
I love to get little chills
When i read something deep
I love to hear classical piano
As it lulls me to sleep.
I love to smile and laugh
Dress up special with high heels
I love to dream dreams I can make come true
And live with all ideals.
I love to think and learn
And unreel true emotions
I like to find the real reasons
Why hearts can be as big as oceans.
Every single thing I love
Is wrapped up in a package called "me"
All you do is pull off the bow
And maybe then, you will see.
Categories:
unreel, happiness, imagination, life, love,
Form: Lyric
Tearing time into a token
broken words of wisdom spoken
on a cinder closely cleaving
burning on as you are leaving
brush me off your sleeve like powder
must I scream a little louder?
Can't you hear me ,can't you feel me?
ribbons black as you unreel me.
all the visions in my head
of everything you did and said
now you laugh and say goodbye..............
don't turn around to watch me die.
(for a friend)
Categories:
unreel, lost love, sad, me,
Form: Couplet
I try to rhyme.
I try to make the world read me right.
The words that fill the papers,
They dont always make sense.
But I know what they mean.
They mean to world to me.
I understand what they say.
The feelings I felt while writing them.
Whether people feel the same, I cant say.
I cant make people get what I write,
Or even for them to relate.
I write what I write because thats how I feel.
I write what I write so I can unreel.
I rhyme when I want.
I keep a pattern sometimes too.
Whether I do or not,
Whats it to you?
Categories:
unreel, art, life, on writing
Form: I do not know?
Oh far far distant shore recalled
where once our words of love were scrawled
opon the sands of Xanadu
when we were young and hope was new
Oh far far distant dreams of times
of sylvan forests in my mind
reclining on the parapets
of castles made of sillouettes
shadows of what might have been
behind the shades of if and when
lit by candles in the gloom
the two of us,a spell,a swoon
Amagic wish to take us there
sussurations in the air
a gasp,a spinning faint and then
alterations on the wind
the skein of life,the reel of time
flashing back along the line
until I feel you take my hand
to write I love you ,in the sand.
Categories:
unreel, imagination, love, mystery, nostalgia,
Form: Couplet