Vivacity Poems | Examples

Concealed Charisma Is Beautiful

Springtime facade shines on convivial tapestry,
Monet’s luminous landscape of vibrant vivacity
within sparkling blue lagoon of dreaming eyes.
On luscious lips the petals of blooming lotus lie,
painted on the satin canvas of cute countenance,
designing narcissistic features of innate elegance
with the hues of Dorian Gray syndrome subdued
by pervading pride of indomitable youth imbued.

On the withered canvas the wheels of time creep,
the spider of age weaves the web of wrinkles deep. 
Weary eyes look forlornly at weathered wasteland,
wilted lips lose luster of lotus once lovingly grand.
Hedonist psyche refuses to accept the fated loss,
even when time comes for the last mile to cross.
What is a face if not a metaphor for trait panorama,
snapshot in beholder’s eyes of concealed charisma.

As You Age

Your time on Earth is limited.
Use it wisely; don't be dim-witted.
And as you age, be uninhibited!
Don't try to age with grace
always keeping a straight face.
Age with mischief and audacity,
high spirits and vivacity!
If doubts and inhibitions you dispel,
then you'll always have a story to tell.

A Vine In Winter

The dry stem of a lonesome vine of vivacity,
now painfully curled, rooted frozen,
entwining the desiccated verdant veins,
sways chilled in the winter wind of desolation.

The sleeping passion of exuberance, 
painting a picture of comatose entity,
impresses none, finds no frame, droops down uncoiled.   
Dormant emotions flicker like candle flame in freezing gale,
the crumpled vine suffers cold distress, pain unexpressed.

The original emerald lattice morphs mystically into 
a mirror of veracity with ingrained sheen of actuality, 
reflecting the real rendering of silhouetted latent essence, 
rinsed with the suppressed hues 
of distinctive spectral disposition it embodied once.
Metamorphosis creates the transient design, 
an alien in its own transformed domain,
completes the contrasting paradigm 
of the compulsive shape shift,
waiting for the touch of spring.

TODAY IS YOURS

If there is a need to know what goodness really means,
Then that's when the purity of your heart needs to be seen,
And the reason why greatness has clung unto you since your teens,
So, anyone not giving you credence for your brilliance is committing nothing but a grave sin,

The vivacity in your smiles is enough panacea to wake up dead emotions,
The sparkles of your handsomeness cause affectionate commotions,
You exhibit intelligence as if smartness is on your exclusive promotion,
You effortlessly dish out wisdom as an off the cuff donation.

Success daily flows into your home like an endless river,
The reason why your level of greatness still has no rival,
'Cos your longstanding achievements are what others are just celebrating as their new arrivals,
That's the extent to which your accomplishments are making others to quiver.

May each day of your life be filled with overpowering happiness,
May you be blessed with good health in awesome plentifulness,
May God's abundant blessings surround your home in astounding exclusiveness,
May you live long in spectacular richness.

UNSEEN FORCE

The cold breeze on my face.
Treetops whooping it up.
The wild swoosh of wind.
The first bolt of lightning
and crackle of thunder…

My dad remembers
several feet of snow -
a wall of solid white.
He measures himself
alongside Buffalo.

Mine is the excitement
of a storm, I can feel it,
even as I upswing.

I might fly, like Dorothy,
or on the witch’s stolen broomstick,
or on the wings of the tornadic sky.

Fascination found in the rush,
the power of an unseen force.

The Holy Spirit thrives inside of me.
It’s a firestorm of spiritual vivacity.

Concealed Charisma

The chromatic cords
of splendorous spring 
embroider arcane art
on convivial tapestry
embellished elegance
dramatically drapes 
the luminous landscape 
of vibrant vivacity
as dream-drenched 
blue lagoon 
gets lashed 
by idyllic eyelids 
and
the lotus petals 
of luscious lips
painted poignant 
on silken canvas 
of content countenance
the dulcet design 
of narcissist facade
of innate pride
swathes furtively 
the secret scars	
of suppression syndrome 
expunged. 

The toiling time 
revolves relentless
on convoluted canvas
etched with 
fading felled leaves
of auburn autumn
in life consumed
while
the winter spider 
weaves with strands
of twilight moments 
the ordained web 
with senile streaks 
around hollow eyes 
staring forsaken 
at forlorn fringe 
of weathered wasteland
as the lustrous lips
the fading flowers
lose withered
pristine patina 
hedonist psyche 
refuses to gauge 
the grief of loss
the face morphs 
into metaphor 
for living panorama
captured by 
the sanguine snapshot 
of concealed charisma.

Zen mode

our innocence 
aspect allowing 
animates silence
magnetising space
by pouring in its womb
vivacity of soul presence 
magically thus melding
form and emptiness 
that consciousness 
is held as a throb
in toroidal heart

Just For Fun

Through a kaleidoscope
A physical life in crisis
Dying seems imminent
Does your life go pasteurize
Or is it through gossamer organza   
A zephyr blowing
With vivacity zip
In springiness with vitality 
Straight to the grave 

Sometimes the misuse of a word can be funny...

soiled messy heart

soiled messy heart
One step in a soul's journey through the universe"
Inspiration feelings emotion passion darts
soiled messy heart
Filled up in animation intensity fervor
Ardor mine soul so dirty
soiled messy heart

Enthusiasm eagerness warmth fires energies
 My spirit vitality vivacity
soiled messy heart
Spiritedness commitment
Fervency ardency intellectual energy or intensity
The spiritual or immaterial part of a human being
Elohim Father has now cleanse me
I am clean of mine once…
Soiled messy heart



1/19/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Tea Time

Written: January 16, 2024
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Strength of herbs oozes vivacity and harmony
Chamomile elixir elevates mood,
Innermost wassail dreams. 

Galled, gurgling water groaned
A shining auric foil, ebullience in water,
Watching koi carp float sends us into zen.

In a bucolic corner, sipping a hot emollient tea
Warming, calming, and flower-scented,
It whistles with the birds.

Ethereal beam of brightness finds its way
Into every steeping cup,
Fetching a warm grin with each sip.

These leaves warm our hearts
Drinking it on a cold night is a thrill,
A nostalgic aroma of pride soothes minds.
 
Visions of China brimming the psyche, 
a lambent tour of exotic, distant lands.

Am In Love With the Wind

In the realm of dreams and gaiety
A rose blooms in my heart, glamour strikes with vivacity 
My stretched hand reaches to fondly pet the palm 
But like wind, the goddess ghostly evanesces with a calm 
Dotingly I endeavor to serenade the enchantress. 
 
Off the warbling lute the soft ditties sing 
From the changing tune, the pitch to the ears sting 
Yet with a sparkling giggle your spook infatuate 
With fortitude, realms I’ll cross to graduate 
The school of endurance you command with shrewdness 
 
With agility I fly, but you’re too fast to reach 
Roaring water crushes at the beach 
Sand so calm I hanker to hold 
The setting shining sun glares, with a frail I behold 
Because am in love with the wind 
 
Slacken my love! Off my feet you sweep with desire 
My heart you take; sturdily I admire 
Like a magnet, your enigma besots with charm 
And the goal to get I’ll praise with a psalm 
For I loathe to crush on the wind 
 
The world will mock, but the love will shush the chatter
A future so bright they’ll hail the latter 
And applaud our allure’s perpetuity 
With fantasy our posterity shall sing of a deity 
For all is possible, even love with the wind!

Ambiance

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(PoetrySoup Format)


. . . smooth shades secretly serenade,
blush and blend, to send vivid vivacity.

- a masterpiece in the making -

like a painter posing with a palette,
matching the mood
of cream and Burgundy

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Summer shimmers, sharing a savory sweetness,
the sultry Saturn sunrise, swaddles a Sangria sunset

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Fall, into me,
beyond the ambiance of Autumn
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like the poised position,
of a poet with a pen,
simply sculpting shapes;
softly scribbling shadows within



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A romantic/seasonal scribble
- Fall into my love, the love and mood of the season -
Perhaps both

Supercharged

She was depressed,
Sometimes it would take awhile
To feel it, know it,
But this time she could literally see it.

Her eyes had sunk into her clouded mind
Shading all she saw.
The sun hurt her,
Mild days troubled her spirit,
Dull days sent her deeper
Into a misery she could not define
Or explain away.

It seemed that her inner climate was victim
To her outer climate.

One thing only could enliven her soul,
Just one, that was thunder and lightning,
Only a great and dangerous electrical storm
Could drag her out of her downcast blues.

Yesterday was the happiest day
she had known for ages.
She thrilled at the climatic chaos over her head,
Her heart pounded and leapt - although
She was safely indoors.
She laughed out loud,
Wild with a new sense of vivacity and life.
Her body needed this super-charge
To be fully awake, fully alive!

The next day a relative found her
Naked on the bed
Quite dead.

A Soul Is Divine-

Such is a soul that is divine
Great inspiration the spiritual immaterial part
Immortal soul's journey through unversed starts
Such is a soul that is divine/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
Regarded believed death is just 
One step in a sensational holy empyrean
Such is a soul that is divine
Holiness breathe aloud/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
My vessel’s filled with sublime ecclesiastic reverence
Feeling emotion passion enthusiasm, celestial seraphic
Such is a soul so divine confessing's/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
Angelic fervor ardor vivacity
Spiritual heavenly celestial deiform capacity
Such is a soul that is divine
~
Grandeur pageantry at naught, 
this universe hasn’t seen the last of me
I am truest self-contained energy…
Such is mine soul that is divine/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE



For “A Soul is Divine “Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani 

6/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Placed 6th place in contest

Out of This World

Sipping her tea without  any visible relish,
Her crumpled bag of shopping at her tired feet,
Alone she sits in the cafe  and isolatedly apart
Stranded in her  sorrowful sea of sadness
Only to raise momentarily  her sightless eyes
At the sound of the peripheral  trivial vivacity
Portending the levity of another tomorrow
Before relapsing into her inward gaze 
To consider not the future but endless eternity.
That picture echoed in  her hollowed out cheeks
Her funereal clothes, lacklustre look and lifeless lethargy
Spelling  out a life no longer enjoyable
More of a sentence to be endured.
She drags herself out of her chair
Gathering her belongings together
For her unsteady exit
To enter  upon the remaining days
 Of her final moribund pilgrimage

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