Green twigs drip late into the day,
birdsongs bloom from the windblown.
Soft are the veins that leach from new leaf.
Sweet the prodigal sap that seeps.
Earthworms salt and curl in the opulent swirl,
swell in the muddy and proclaiming.
Full are the snuggery wombs.
Full the burgeoning buds.
Fulsome the wellsprings,
the green hush of new awakenings.
Categories:
verge, poetry,
Form: Free verse
pastel spring's coming
ushered in by fresh fragrance
lemon blooms sunning
posh pink flowers peep
pearl snowdrops left with the clouds
blue roses still sleep
buttercups, lilacs
green ivy resumes its creep
daffodil comebacks
pansies rich and bold
flutter with peach peonies
pink sun marigolds
Categories:
verge, beautiful, color, flower, green,
Form: Haiku
Quiz form mind keep
How deep it is
To understand.
Reason covers
Human made pride
Defense a crime.
Verge of danger
Force to call God
Short of faithless.
True success comes
When soul is save
None can compare.
Categories:
verge, faith, fear, pride, success,
Form: Than-Bauk
ravens croak
applauding twilight
larks churr
saluting sunrise
a last dance over
an inverted verge.
a perpetual encounter
the last mesh of murk
against gleams of glow
held in abeyance,
opposites wrangling
like birth and demise
asking intricate questions
preserve or discharge
uncertain anxieties
ravens claim temporal flesh,
their ravenousness relished,
dominant despotism
it seems.
yet our lark’s song resonates
stirring our species
influencing our intimate impressions,
channelling subconsciously
our choice
around that inverted verge
eternally guarding us
Categories:
verge, death, life,
Form: Suzette Prime
On The Verge
Beady eye, horse riding dictator
Replacing peace with violence
Using conventional weapons against
A sovereign, democratic nation
His wanderlust and ideologic hatred
Remain unabated
Now beginning to see non-edible mushrooms
Rising in the sky
On the verge of world war
Inevitable retaliation
Fire, destruction, and death globally
Nuclear winter to follow
No winner
Senseless
Destruction of our world
Categories:
verge, death, fire, war, winter,
Form: Free verse
All... picks out a variety.
Like roses, plucked.
He chooses a fat one.
He chooses an unwilling one, a willing one.
How did she get to...?
As long as we are enslaving objects for eternity.
Oh, well. Let's get some red ones, so fiery so
delicate.
The yellow ones will do what you want,
I will take a dozen, oo she thorned my hand.
You cannot do that this is not Hell masquerading as Heaven.
Or the Devil masquerading as God !
Oh, well. Let's get a dozen black ones ...
Embarrassing
Categories:
verge, art,
Form: Other
on the cusp
poised precarious, point perched,
lies threshold brink verge,
the tipping-point pivot to,
rise/fall from grace.
Categories:
verge, how i feel,
Form: Verse
Green twigs drip late into the day,
birdsongs bloom from the windblown.
Soft are the veins that leach from the leaf.
Sweet the prodigal sap that seeps.
Earthworms salt and curl in the opulent swirl,
swell in the muddy and proclaiming.
Full are the snuggery wombs.
Categories:
verge, poetry,
Form: Free verse
VERGE OF INSPIRATION
wrought
perspectives
reconsidered
as a fusion
a presence
in
essence
a synthetic platform
invented
now beheld
where
egos reveal
inner being
as images of the soul
unique
palpable
invades all
with
endless sentient
connections
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Categories:
verge, poetry,
Form: Other
Augenblick
By David J Walker
The edge the border
The verge the skirt
The last words heard before
The brink
The perimeter the periphery
The point the bound
A wink
All found before the final line
That, if crossed
All is lost
In the circumference of extremity on
The brink of death as the
Augenblick of the final step
Into what waits beyond
The threshold the precipice
The outer limit brim
Too often
I find myself standing
too near
To the partition of the purlieus
and fear the loss of footing
before the zenith leads
to the nadir
And I am left in the position
Of a historian with
Nothing more to fear
Categories:
verge, allegory, death,
Form: Rhyme
Do you guys detect a pattern emerging
About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging
Too much damn happy
On the brink of sappy
Must reverse it, there's a danger of extroverting
Categories:
verge, happiness,
Form: Limerick
eerie earth belched
callous creed's crest
nocturnal nature nauseated
dark dribbles cremated
hoisted hankering cruised
sassy soil puked
rusty rims yawned
puncturing pulpy pawn
tactic trend torn
bruised bark bent
mystic moaning etched
saucy seal spent
lofty lids lurched
vying voluptuous verge.
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Categories:
verge, mountains,
Form: Sonnet
The twigs of March drip,
and dangle, late in the day
birdsong returns
as if from the dead.
New leaves open veins ~
offerings to the small prophets of Spring;
those earth worms that have risen
from the wet mud now teach the soil
how to give birth again.
April come!
We need your renewal,
hearts thunder with hope,
the living run or stumble toward you.
Categories:
verge, poetry,
Form: Free verse
THE DAY HAS TO BEGIN
The night , at some point , has to end,
The day , at some point , has to begin,
When the world is sleeping,
When the sad are weeping,
A day has to come,
When the war has been won.
When the evil goes away,
And clear is your way,
When the earth is on the verge
Of extinction, life has to emerge,
A day has to come,
When the war has been won.
When the day has to end,
The sun must depart as a friend,
When the evil fades out,
Remember the lessons it taught about,
‘Cause a day has to come,
When the war has been won!
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Categories:
verge, day, faith, war,
Form: Prose Poetry
The twigs of March drip,
and dangle ~ late in the day
birdsong returns
as if from the dead.
New veins leach in the leaf
sap-sweet offerings.
Earth worms form oracle rings;
rise up from the mud,
nurse the wet soil
as it gives birth.
Categories:
verge, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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