Visage Poems | Examples

INSTANT TWINKLE VISAGE I-

soul of the man soars
midst the bright lit skies soars highs
instantly to be
~
ever soul present
in an instant twinkle of—
an eye stands with God

4/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

her visage-

Softly were her eyes closed?
She had fallen asleep,
So sweet was her visage;
I looked upon her dream;
Her vision I so chose;
As I peeked;
I was in a stream;
Of positive realm;


4/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Pipe Cleaner Visage

He gifted his girl with a doll
he brought home from every trip.
Oh, how the beauty would enthrall!
Always her heart would flop and flip.

A doll so rigid stiff and straight,
she had to have a pedestal
just to support he couture’s weight!
Her fashions were incredible.

Her essence was molded plastic.
Her hair and eye color unique.
Her formal wear was fantastic,
fairly fashioned of worthy pique.

Each doll distinct in color and dress.
A favorite, a darked-haired beauty.
Her frock of emerald finesse,
not just another frail cutie!

A collection long lost to time
as is each chenille pipe cleaner.
I cherish moments of their prime,
and their glamorous demeanor.

Senses

How many senses does it take
To prove to myself you’re real
How do I know the illusion won’t break 
Or the devil be part of the deal

I reach out my hand to feel
My fingers trail over skin
Brushing the hoodie you love to steal
The veil between us is thin

The smell of sweet breath
Holding me back from the brink
I dare not mention Macbeth
Afraid the moment to jinx

Eyes lock for a magical second
Green meeting hazel-brown
Even when there is a problem to be reckoned
Your visage wards off a frown

You’re voice sweet and strong
Carried softly on still air
Claiming you are never wrong
And comparing life to a fair

One sense remains
But unspoken it shall stay
However, lipstick stains
Give the secret away

God's Daughter Beautiful Visage-

I have seen you eat, like manna
       as you try to cover your mouth yet you're beautiful
I have seen you sleeping
       and with pure thoughts I pray for God to keep you dreaming
I wish nothing but joy and Godly embracement
       nothing but piece, love and His happiness for you
And when my visage of you is all through
       All that's left is God's beautiful Daughter
And to Him you're His child and you're all that matter:


Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
5/5/22

Winsome Visage of Spring

Where hyacinths bloom, cardinals hop and sing,
Winsome is the visage of verdant vibrant spring
Beautifying fragrant prairies, blossoming trees,
Alluring bees waltzing on wings of tender breeze
Undulating gleefully crest of burbling streams,
Frolicking on melodies of robin’s nesting dreams,
Euphoric in hilarity of dancing yellow daffodils,
Merriment of white lilies, panorama of foothills,
Spring’s revelry buoying where butterflies spree,
An eagle’s flight above marveling splendorous glee.

May 3, 2022
Placed 2nd: Spring Rhyme: 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

A Visage Or a Mirage

Awakened about midnight,
I went to the gallery,
I saw a silhouette, a face
Embroidered with a beautiful smile,
In the sky, among the clouds.
I realized that it was a mirage;
It was an illusion of the night
Of a seasonal spring in images.

Mignonne, you live in my mind.
You sleep deep in the core of my heart,
And I live for you. You are my life,
My dreams, my hope, and happiness.
In my solitude, I hear the sound,
The inaudible tone of thy silent breath;
I feel the fragrance of thy body,
The heat and the endless kisses.

It was an illusion of the night
Of a seasonal spring in images.
It was not thy pretty visage,
In the sky among the clouds.
Without hesitation, it was a mirage,
It was a shadow on the gallery,
and It was the echo of thy incredible breath.

Copyright © May,2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Pale Visage Shines

flowers raged by storm
wilted petals fly away
to return in spring
with hued dreams of pallid heart
pale visage shines in love’s glow

May 29, 2021
Contest :.M.L.Kiser

Visage

Mortal bonds, the chains of flesh 
Shackle a weary spirit
To a crushing forlorn succession 
Of a failing in the means to find answers 
Any action, bound to be
A fruitless endeavor
Disquieted passerby
One gaze into a jaded pair of hollow eyes
As if viewing through a pair of stained windows
Of ornate painted glass
The visage, like the empty pews
Of a magnificent cathedral 
Of agonizing sorrow 
that which never ends 
Blunting the edge of indescretion
I will find no relief 
Ceaselessly lamenting 
dismally spiraling 
Into loathing lol self reflection
Catatonically stricken 
By the weight of calamity
Ironically symbolized
To illustrate a trend
Bending will, I broke it.
I chagrined in disbelief.
mortality, transcendence

The Visage of the One Inside

I thought I saw, just passing by
Another form, another face
And though I could not tell you why
They disappeared without a trace

Somewhat intrigued by what I saw
I lingered there with great concern
And though I felt my stomach gnaw
I waited for that soul's return

A steady rain was falling fast
When suddenly, to my surprise
The figure from my recent past
Resumed a spot before my eyes 

Although my clothes were old and torn
My frame of mind was not ashamed
For when I saw that face forlorn
I knew their soul could not be blamed

A chilly wind was blowing hard
But still that person did not budge
Nor leave their spot across the yard
From where they stood to be my judge

I did not run or hide just then
For when I thought what they must think
I felt my soul renew again
By someone standing on the brink

But then a motor car appeared
To catch a curb that swelled with rain
I felt the splash and what I feared
Became the soul who cried in vain

I should have lingered soaking wet
A victim of my foolish pride
But who could stay and not forget
The visage of the one inside.

Les Yeux Sans Visage

I cast my sheets aside,
twist my body in the dark,
and beyond the window ledge,
looming eyes watch over me.
Green and burning - fiendish?
I know not,
though they seem too great
to be human,
and all else fades away.
Pitch black, yet, still, there is the moon.
I strain my eyes to see,
but not even the glimmer of form. 
Just two eyes
suspended near in space.
So close I freeze in terror,
yet I know not why I fear.
For surely they can only see me.
What horror, then, is that?
If those eyes had a voice,
their whisper would seem a shout
to me. 
Their motive will always be lost;
but to be watched - ah!
Fear, and desire, and ... purpose

25 August 2019

On the Visage of Mount Etna

Grow the glow of love on wings of your domestic dove
Satiate and ingratiate appetites of your petite partner
Pour gratitude with the right attitude into pots of gifts from above
Fete your lover with a commitment cover on the visage of Mount Etna. 

Satiate and ingratiate appetites of your petite partner
Practice perseverance and persistence in your romance
Fete your lover with a commitment cover on the visage of Mount Etna
Exercise extreme etiquette to bestow bliss in every circumstance.

Practice perseverance and persistence in your romance
Fight for the right to bite blisters of boasts 
Exercise extreme etiquette to bestow bliss in every circumstance
At the right time, avail avenues for Tequilla toasts.

Fight for the right to bite blisters of boasts 
Pour gratitude with the right attitude into pots of gifts from above
At the right time, avail avenues for Tequilla toasts
Grow the glow of love on wings of your domestic dove.

Visage of Ice In Sea of Fire

The stars are hotter than any nuclear device
But their souls are cold as ice
The numbers that describe stars so precise
Are cold like ice

That is not to say their spirit isn’t there
But it is lot easier to visage of fire then visage of ice to stare
The magnified cells with vortex of souls their power will share
The magnitude of vortex imbued cells is so great it can scare

Because of recoilless nature it matters not
Wheatear life forms are simple or not
For complexity hindering their growth is not
With vortex they are as powerful as divine thought

Stone winds any poison to the spirit will reverse
That is what makes them power in universe
That power grows when with neural flame one it will immerse
Perhaps to greatest force in the universe

My Archaic Visage of Sorrow

I cry in longing
For a world I never knew
Woe all ye my lament and dispose of this find
For  the countenance of my tumult is indeed a gorgon to behold,
Woe ye i mourn the death of youth

I who has felt her descent
as wistful longings and mine puny regrets in this wretched world,
filling my heart to combustion with sorrow, a haggard hag.

Tears unshed shall fall covered unseen, in the rainfall of the coming storm
When the heavy clouds that shadows my soul liberate and dissipate
the burden heavy on my shoulders shall pale,
to the now clear solid face of my state of mind.


My soul fades to shades of grey
Each day when within I die
Each day when in sorrow I mourn
Each day when my heart remembers and so it cries
In longing for the rest that only death can gift
The release to decompose in the arms of lady Demise
With time to turn and mote

I seek for a constant state of mind
Where heart and soul are in melodies
or my mind and my tender spirits are in a state of oblivion

Visage of You

Visage of you

Your delicate face
is a layer of a fine silk
which reveals the mystery of the heart

your picturesque eyes
are the most beautiful wellspring
which emit the myriad of shades

your elegant smile
is a soothing sweet fountain
with millions of sweet aromas

let every man to fathom
let every man to gaze
the visage of you

the reflection of your visage
liquefy 
the solitariness of a frozen heart
and
cascade the purity of love

~ (C) Sukmwati Komala ~
2 September, 2013

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