Willowy Poems | Examples

Hazel Eyed Stars on the Rise

The 49er arrives with the virgin sunrise.
but the golden veins have long ago dried. 
Pick axe in hand Dynomite in his good eye.
He's the only one left of the callused kind.
Back in spring Blackjack the burro broke free 
bolting for the last watering hole
licking the salt from his reigns.

Deeper and deeper the miner burrows in.
It's all about double blind commitment now.
The poison of pride over the succulence of time-
Willowy faith over the slag of good reason-
The gristle of isolation over nectar of companionship.

At the very edge of the dimming lamp light
the black snake has tapped the vein dry. 
A dusty angel sips the last of the moonshine.
The 49er rolls two stones over two black holes
that once were hazel stars on the rise.

The Old One

He appeared gently from the shadow,
hovered for a moment;
then slowly slid his willowy fingers
across hers;
beyond her palm,
damp with perspiration,
to rest on her sylphlike wrist;
where he measured her pulse.
It had risen,
slightly,
but not yet enough;
it would,
when she opened her eyes.
He waited patiently
he had all the time in the world,
she did not.

river birds

Down by the river
we always washed our clothes together.
Slapping gray collars against the cool black stones,,,
Having willowy discussions 
about a lot of what's right and wrong with the world.
When it turned to politics.
The lazy river took a U-turn
evaporating into rapids.
We started stabbing each other with driftwood tongues 
and snapping turtle reasoning.

Now I do my laundry. alone
humming to the huckleberry heat.
Now that blue winged river bird
wants nothing more to do with me.

Dream Queen

She stars on the stage
of my dream state production,
willowy and graceful,
a vision in motion.

I reach to touch
her familiarity,
in a place beyond the veil,
for there was a time in reality,
she was my living queen.

Stars of Clarity

The stars of clarity have risen in my heart.
To light the flames that burn through the night,
   and steal away the darkness.
That leaves a glow around your face,
   where my eyes will dwell forever
as they become liquid from love
and weave a willowy web of wings.
That fly us to the heart of tenderness,
   smothered in passionate dreams.
Where we'll find the sensual kiss is an invitation,
to travel the red and purple sunsets
   of our horizon
Where we'll share the candlelight of desire
   and pluck the stars of clarity,
from the heaven in our souls
Where, as lovers we'll tend the fires of eternity,
   until our last breath

Blades On the Shore

Lover of the howling derecho 
on the vast welkin shore,
Carrying the aromatic mists 
of sweetest petrichor;
How it strikes! as the willowy blade
of an ambrosial steel sword,
Into the resting sheath
of the game's flooded board.

Labyrinthine

The tangled intricate emotion of love
washes a thin blood red line on the heart
where a glow waits patiently
on the winding path chosen
that leads to a treasure we seek
Where the sun rises in a fiery blaze
like God striking a match on our horizon
   to light the way
through the labyrinthine corridors of the heart
that we find in the eyes of yesterday
measuring whether tomorrow is more bountiful
than the inlaid scars...from a tortured past
filled with perplexing pictures of false dreams
that left our hearts confused
Today we'll travel through the maze of love
   seeking meadows
saturated with purple asters and yellow buttercups
where willowy wisps hang in the air
on rainbow colors of silken wings
   as the soul listens
to the sound of our pulsating heartbeat
that flows through the labyrinth of day and night
   where kisses are yearning
for ardent boundaries of binding arms
that welcome an enchanted heart
   where lifting eyelids surrender
to a vision of lovers searching a sunlit sky
that invites a breathless rapture of treasure
found in the twists and turns of love

Sandstorm Embracement

Elements : Earth and Air 

Beneath a sky I lay in vast emptiness
 a desolate Earth of silica, still in silence.
 a barren desert burning in hot flames.
 quartz and granite in my fields of gold.
 My ocean of sand, with a mirage afar
 only thorns of hope in my parched soul.
 
Suddenly you arrive, whirling and slinging
A gale of storm, untamed and possesed
willowy oak needles piercing  my grains 
in your fervour so violent and fiendish  
inebriated and dessicated, yet I fall in love.
thirst of my sand quenches in your Air
full of slivers, in your tumultuous lust  
wrapped in your arms in my own dust
we roll and toss together...
we rise and fall together...
In our Embracement you erode me
and in my new dune, I bury your love.

I nurture a new garden in our oasis rain
My Sand and Your Storm ...
When will we  see each other again ?

Fashionable

She was a willowy creature,
lithe and svelte.

Her fangs were deep set
and hardly showed
but once in a blue moon.

Her beauty was un-stunning,
though acceptable
in the glare of the stage lights.

A model she was,
but of just what
it was hard to tell.

Night Journeys

Scintillating lights softly dancing with the moon 
dreamy music playing from the halls of our memory 
this is your story and this is mine 

Tall willowy blades of grass leaning gently towards hills 
midnight fantasies that calm our weary minds 
this is your place and this is mine 

Secrets of lives yet untold beneath the honest stars 
each thought becomes a healing bless of joyful rest 
this is your moment of glory and also mine   

Glide with me towards tomorrow leave behind all sorrow 
join the magic of night's journey and come away with me 
this is your story, and it is also mine.

Style of Colors

Vibrant colors everywhere
Plush pastels say you care
Natural tones always Fair
Brightly bitter blackberries show your flare
Shades of Gray challenge you to dare
Willowy Whispers of yellow warn to beware
Beveled baby blues- light spring wear
 Marshmallow Cloudpuffs Float On Air
Deepened Purple Thunder makes Stormy Weatherwear 
Blood orange sunflowers remain quite debonair

Love's Blind Eye

Love always thinks it's chosen well,
Discerns no qualities to criticize.
In the loved one all is loveable,
And defects become virtues in a lover's eyes.
To speak, or write, or sing of love,
A lover needs no dictionary.
The words come tripping off the tongue,
For love provides its own vocabulary:
A girl who's pale is jasmine white, 
And her purity is felt;
If swarthy, she's a simmering brunette;
One who's wafer-thin, with skin stretched tight,
Is willowy and svelte;
A chubby one's a sugar plum, a pet;
A sloppy and untidy girl's a wild and carefree soul;
On a giantess bestow a goddess air;
A small girl might be a mignonette, button cute, a doll;
A vain girl's assumed dignity gives her charms beyond compare;
Shy girls are smart;
Dull ones simple and sweet;
A chatterbox, engagingly bright;
The silent one's dark and mysteriously deep,
Affected, maybe,
But love makes that all right.
So a truly smitten lover loves all the faults of his beloved,
And ever has it been thus since "the Fall".
Whom your heart says love, you love her,
Not in fits and starts, or selected parts,
But farts…
And warts…
And all.

Warm and Willowy

A love warm and willowy
My song is my soliloquy
Will we ever get past this bump in the road
Soft, we sail across the sea
Of puny pale apologies
Flawlessly coming to terms of what we know
And what we know is
Flame licking burning, hearts of fire
Spells desire, but baby what are we longing for?
You love me, then you hate me, try to save me
But leave me hanging on the edge of
Someday Ill be strong enough to go

Where the Wind May Take Me

While walking toward the bus stop today
A whirlwind tried to whisk me away
Where it would take me, it did not say
But I refused to budge

And then among the dust and debris
A willowy voice whispered to me
Why be afraid when you can be free?
Yet onward I did trudge

How can I be free when I am afraid
When safe and sure is where I’ve always stayed
When my heart is willing but my feet can’t be swayed
The brave ones I begrudge 

Though I’d rather ride the wind than the bus
I can’t simply hop on a random gust
But a breath of smog or a breath of dust
Is an easy choice to judge

Give me a ticket to board the west wind
And I’ll ride it forever wherever it’s destined
So say your farewells, wish me the best and
I’ll just need a little nudge.

If I Were

If I were but a graceful bird,
   I would fly from tree to tree.
I'd watch the world from a steeple top;
   from its miseries, be free.

If I were but a meadow flower,
   I'd turn my face to the sun,
and dance with joy in the summer breeze-
   closing my eyes on what's to come.

If I were but a willowy tree,
   I would spread my limbs out wide
to embrace the beauty of the sky;
   let troubles in my shadows hide.

If I were but a running brook,
   I'd be fresh and pure as Spring,
and babble on forever in joy-
   oblivious to the worldly sting.

But, since I'm none of these above,
   I must be content being me-
living amidst the problems on Earth;
   to the answers, help find the key.


April 22, 2022

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