Vapored Poems | Examples

bony moon

bare bleached bones shining
	vapored vision of verglas ~
		horned owl screeches surge

(February Full Moon – Cherokee)

The Cycle of Water

Floating from the ground below,
Vapored water wispy, slow.

Up it trickles, lightly drawn, 
To form a cloud above the lawn.

There it sits, awaiting more,
Till it’s full and ready to pour.

It’s color gray, it starts to quiver,
Until out the water trickles.

Harder, harder, more and more,
Until you have a great downpour!

Slowly, slowly, ending rain,
The cloud is peaceful yet again.

Its water gone, it starts to shrink,
Till there’s nothing left to shrink.

Out the sun comes, drying up,
All the water on the ground,
And the process starts again,
Up, cloud, rain, again.

a winter moment

a winter moment
captured in a cold winter 
water vapored breath 

the air we exhale 
saturated with moisture 
meets cold air outside 

tiny particles 
soon turn to liquid water 
spouting from the mouth 

that filmy gray white  
air, that is exhaled outward 
makes it look like smoke 

fresh air in my lungs 
crisp is the air I breathe in 
nature at its best

If Peace Is Largeness

IF peace is largeness within the many chambers

of you i should dream a world of loveness

    a n d  m a n y  t e a r s  b y  j o y

to tell you the dream when smallness was

the many vapored obscured heart-tied hands

hanging upon the highest star

There is within me enough room for you

as words from distant cousins lock meaning within

a single stanza the numinous feelings are that much

nearer I -- the pupil of Life and my sight

is becoming more clearer.

:: 11.27.2015 ::

Lupus Et Luna By Mike Williams

A lone wolf yowls lachrymose,
At a lowly weeping full moon,
A hyperborean chill blows,
To quake the trees snow-clad festoon.

Reverent icy waters stand still,
Solid as old placid cold stone,
And crystallize its surface frill,
Webbing fractures as cracking bone.

The moonlight shimmers lupine pelage,
Luminous white, silver, and grey,
Scintillating eyes peer a ledge,
To skulk the skirted night away.

A carmen matricale of night,
In some strange darkened equipoise,
Vapored vacuous of breath and bite,
Winter bares its fanged alveolus.

The ethereal moon looked on,
With frigid distant nocturn eyes,
When soon bedims her view by dawn,
The wolf muffles in subdued cries.

Snow blankets the barren land white,
A place time seems to have forgot,
Away with the sounds of the night,
And the melancholy it brought.

Top Secret

The redwoods’ fairy ring, wall in a family secret
Only, not all roots dig as deep…
Parched, some shrivel, loosening the circlet

Shush….the tallest ones whisper steep
Elegance alas, the needy ones, have lost…
Chafed, bitter barks scatter cones they can’t keep

Raging fires sear heartwood of dearest cost
Enduring burns gape trunk-wide scars…
The remnant wall shrinks tauter, visible as vapored frost


(10/2/20: '87 Tiara 3600 Convertible; DMS)

Presence

Presence
An umbra of him bleeds in the sand,
Statuesque poise vapored his stand,
Shrouded imprints spurt in the grain,
Free withal his persona was banned.

2020 March 01

Avatar Star

Distant space departing realms of conscious warmth
Voicing reason to an end within the persons hearth
 A fire with pit to poke and prod dissolving spirit 
Harmed retreated into a place where safe
The Avatar a being that searched far beyond limited view

Star that gazed a return to the night in day
Avatar that watches from the darkness kept at edges bay
Deep under a surface of skin flushed heat
A spirit that flees instead of the fight to escape

Soaring the magnitude of magnetic divines
An Avatar without wings that carelessly takes flight
Hovering not high not low always an even around
This lumen of light that is profoundly weighted 

Shining use of a rise up from the depths of body down
The Avatar does speak to encourage the voice of sound
Direction of the pointer towards the feeling of no despair
A spiritual intertwining of the beings loving care 

Body of vapored essence that is temporarily filled
By the choices lead through the heart that is felt
Releasing pressures built long lasted to with stand and resist
Temptation of the Avatars love that was heaven sent 


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Coffee Colored Memories

It's quiet whisper stirs my languid mind
Inviting coffee colored memories
A young man's face with future yet defined
Each vapored breath a page in history

Familiar apparitions reappear
Whose images I dare not chase away
The roads they traveled, washed out by my tears
This morning's chill a bridge to yesterday

Then as the welcome sun breaks o'er the trees
I find myself attended by a smile
Their goodbyes echo in the rustling leaves
As I walk back alone those last few miles

While standing on the porch I get a chill
Although the morning breeze has now grown still


               Sept 11 2016

Both Sides Now

Both Sides Now

Billowing clouds up above
Sometimes smoky or just dust
Bluebirds maneuvering through
While Butterflies withdrew

All my past loves float away 
As in vapored clouds today
Becoming concealed by the moon
Only returning in afternoon

  Consequently standing here
  Between the earth and atmosphere
  Taken from my innocence
  As I look back and reminiscence

Memories only display
A vivid image I’ll downplay
Recalling this won’t be allowed
I can see from both sides now 

Uncertain and feeling confused
Not knowing what my life will do
Covered in a canopy of tears
Wrapped in a trap of fears

  Consequently standing here
  Between the earth and atmosphere
  Taken from my innocence
  As I look back and reminiscence



Margaret Franceschini August 1, 2014

An Ode To a Witch

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poem By THOMAS LAM HSI


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!



Oh, that crackling thunder, my ears torn asunder,
That folded mural in the sky-
It glistened and gleamed, like jewels on high,
I marvelled at my passage, until my victim drew neigh.

That fair-haired maiden, a youthful lass AT BEST,
I would de'er enter her vessel-
And lay my wizened body to rest,
Upon such sweet innocence, I'll leave her torn and regretful.

I've searched within my old sinful heart,
These many sweet wenches, I do now recall-
But my only regret, is one day will I die,
Oh, my crackling thunder, 'tis gone and lost for all.

I'm but a vapored cloud,
Drifting and planing night and day-
But now I'm an image lost,
My family so far away.

An ode to a witch, INDEED,
It could have been so hea-ven-ly-
But a stitch in time,
Ne'er leaves its rhyme, as I did so hap-pil-y!

Them Lines

steel-blued rails
or tarred lane miles
cables or fables
we're layin' the lines

vapored sky lines
Internet bylines
those bar scene
come on lines

we're all layin' lines
making trails
refinin' our designs
plantin' our mines

layin' down our lines
innocence seen benign
overhead or underground
pushing straight to realign

down the lines
some lines are down
sparks on the ground
hot wired intertwines

line ahead a minus sign
heard before that ol' line
just useless goin' on
tossin' towel in to resign

bifurcate to recombine
futures seen to redefine
no  talkin' on a party line
lines are down on cloud nine

© Goode Guy 2011-06-15

dem lines, dem lines...

A Plea

Evanescently blurred, half beyond recall,
Her voice down a midnight hall—
Or her visage in oils once glimpsed on sale,
Remote, and feminine-pale.

Whoever was she?  Forget, forget
Her classical silhouette:
Let her image diffuse in a twilight haze
Of vapored blues and greys…

' At Winter's Window '

The Wind caressed the Leaves, sending shivers down Their Spine
Floating to the Ground, to be together, one Last-Time
And Birds, who Flew – Not South –
Flapped in a Row, on Phone Lines
Gossiping … ‘bout Naked Bushes and Barren Berry-Vines

Sir Day… wore Gray, Charcoal-Ash and a Pale, Dull Pewter
Looking like an estranged, forlorn, forgotten Suitor
Whose Love had run away… to find another to Hold
Someone, not so Varicose-Veined, Vapored and So Very Cold…

So, the Suitor, stood at her Window; Pressed his Crestfallen Face
To show he bought her Pearls and Fragile… Virgin Lace…

His Tears, formed Icicles, on Her Window-Sill
‘Til His head, Hung Overcast; Sharp, Dark and Chilled

Then, He Touched my Window; I was too Frozen to Move
Tho’ He’d gone Below His Temperance
I could do Naught to Soothe

For such Cool-Fiery, made me Leery
To go and offer my Tepid Intervention
Thus, I sat at Winter’s Window…
Warm Inside with Condensation …

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