Mondays are usually a drag
while Fridays burst with excitement without fail
~ we’re hamsters at the treadmill
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
SEASONS NOW AND AFTER Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
8/8/25
As summer winds to an end, there's a pitch
Summer's last breath rocks with school-aged kids
Soon, the air will be filled with excitement
Like hens racing for corn at feeding time
College kids are racing off to their schools
With the new school year, friendships are renewed
Back-to-school shopping and clothes are noted
On-campus parties under the radar
Drawn lines in the sands, aphrodisiacs
And heaps of gossip, stories, rear their head
This yearly song finds all school kids singing
The thrill of late summer, school, brings sweet dreams
I thank You for the day
That You let me in Your life
My heart filled with excitement
I was thrilled with sheer delight
But somehow it has faded
And I can't feel the warm sunlight
My thoughts of You are jaded
Come close, My Lord, make things right
give me the rhythm, a steady heartbeat
birth pangs are closer, the pain on repeat
music comes forth from creatures small and great
fat raindrops drumming,a new age awaits
wind whistles and moans through tall trembling trees
the mountains bow down with weak shaky knees
the heavens look on as stars light the way
one foot in the sea, another in clay
the rhythm picks up, crescendo,climax
water breaks forth as again Earth contracts
we time the pains with excitement and zeal
our lamps full of oil and garden is tilled
Watchmen wake up! we wait for trump seven
new age, new Earth, the Kingdom of Heaven
If I might,
Just sit quietly with your soul tonight.
Your spirit intertwined with mine,
If I could I'd hold you so tight.
His voice echoes in my mind,
His touch, so divine.
I imagine a kiss, as I tremble with excitement.
The blood rushes through my veins,
I'm becoming enlightened.
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A sight for sore eyes,
A beauty to behold.
I press my luck and imagine tracing her cheek,
Just with my fingertips, so soft.
Then, a kiss from a rose ghost.
Her hips move like waves,
washing over me, if only
if only they weren't in my head
The space in my bed, what a waste.
If only I could see her face.
If only she could feel this kiss returned on her lips
Then she can't tell me when it's over
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He stares at me with eyes like the ocean
I can't think of anything else in this moment
I imagine him placing his hands on my hips,
And then, suddenly I feel his kiss.
That smell I know it, it's the smell of roses.
A kiss from a rose ghost.
Too bad I could never get closer.
Just don't wake me when its over.
Written a ton of poems
Many of them silly, many about love
Have decades of experience
But the love I'm feeling now
Surpasses any I have ever experienced before
In my whole entire life
Free of encumbrances or prejudices
Finally able to just let the love flow
And where it stops, is where it stops
My heart explodes with excitement
The thought that after all these many years
I have finally found the one
That special someone with the heart of an angel
The soul of the most precious being
I have ever had the pleasure to know
I call her my love, my absolute treasure
I'm on top of love's mountain
Way up high feeling the fresh waves of love
Engulf me with a rapture sublime
Writing poetry brings out my deepest feelings
Feelings I have never ever felt before
Even after all these many years
At 89, I'm still learning how to love
winter
with it's fangs retracted
s l i t h e r s away.
see you next year!
spring is here
gravid
with infinite possibilities
mother earth aging
in reverse; clothed
in her sunday best.
I shall make the most of
this glorious day!
l i l a c s
breath honey
into my nostrils.
i hear early birds tweeting.
i see flowers blooming.
in the infancy of spring,
pollinating bees
buzz with excitement
gleeful blades of grass
sway in the breeze.
I shall make the most of
this glorious day!
with blessings of rain,
bare trees quench their thirst.
starlings
against the lapis lazuli sky
dazzle me so.
a shy sun peeks out,
brightly beaming
down my head as I walk,
frequently whistling
beneath waltzing clouds.
I shall make the most of
of this glorious day!
Sensible Flower
Butterfly on the flower,
A red rose follower,
A dripping dawn’s dew,
Sorting a day anew.
A buzzing sound of a bee,
Like waves in the sea.
Flower in the field,
Where honey is made.
In wild fields,
Where nature nurtures its seeds.
The yellow color from sunrise,
The morning is like paradise.
Red roses rise in green grasses,
The land is not barren but filled with grace.
Flowers are everywhere!
Flowers here, flowers there.
Rain falls down fairly often,
Birds as pollinators bind the pollen.
The sky smiles with excitement,
As clean oxygen migrates in contentment.
The roots are getting older,
Flowers are still fodder.
In the midst of striving with fate,
Searching for dreams that debate,
Here’s the reason not to be afraid,
To try harder and not hesitate.
They’re celebrating milestones in life,
The smile on their face shines, like winning in light.
With glittering eyes and curving lips so positive,
The dreams they’ve drawn are now real, fulfilled.
Crying isn’t always gloomy,
It means another life that shines brightly.
Thinking of a reason to live life to the fullest,
Genuine love as the light that brightest.
The laughter that brings others happiness,
The embrace that gives the feeling warmest,
A hug that touches the heart with faithfulness,
Eye to eye, sharing a love so pureness.
Every love in their flickering eyes,
Struggling sometimes, yet it’s the prize.
The mouth that opens unpredictably,
A heart that beats with excitement and warmly.
Realizing something—the want, not the need,
The so-called freedom offers another lead.
It’s about commitment, it’s about decision,
It’s about something in everything, bringing the conclusion.
We begin with the history of what life can bring
My history began with skating upon Saturn Ring
It was such an enjoyable and difficult defeat
I skate and dance while drifting on my feet
I then felt the intensity of this icy planet
My leg began to swerve, and I lost my stamina
As I began to fall thinking, this is insanity
No more questions. I began to use profanity
Skating on the Rings of Saturn was such an enjoyment
I begin to wake up out of my dream with excitement
whoa...
what a beautiful marriage
of beauty and wonder!
a twilight to remember
f i l l e d
with breathlessly captivating magic
in the charcoal-dark firmament
dandelions
brighter than an afternoon sun
fly about overhead
in tens of thousands
children of the night
agog
with excitement
thrilled,
t r a n s f i x e d;
many give chase
fireflies in a jar
glow like frangipani
on a bright sunny day;
a feast
for all eyes.
even the pack of wolves
look up...
seduced.
In the realms of love, hearts are
entwined and set alight,
Emotions roam day and night,
Dreams turn into reality,
And a note saying take care
as it's easy to lose your sanity.
In this enchanted place, darkness
and shadows of doom disappear,
Flowers bloom all year, and the flame
of hope is always burning here,
Hearts dance with joy hearing the
Great Reed Warblers sing,
Their beautiful song makes Winter
seem like Spring.
In this sanctuary of love each smile,
a sunbeam,
Each glance, a silent promise,
Every heartbeat echoes a thrill,
Words are few, and with a gentle
touch, souls beam with excitement
and are no longer tranquil.
In the realms of love, spirits lift,
Happily, they wander through
the world searching for True Love,
a rare and precious gift,
Once found, two hearts sync,
hope’s fire ignites and feelings of joy
hint that the search wasn’t in vain,
The gift of True Love is a tapestry
woven with threads of joy, compromise
and pain.
By Zyrool
There is an excitement in the air
that appears every year at Christmas
Christmas songs playing everywhere
Shopping trips, concerts, plays,
celebrations that focus on Christ's birth
Special lunches and dinners
Santa makes his appearances
Loved ones gather together
and children tremble with excitement
for all of the festivities
It is truly the most wonderful
time of the year!
I gifted my nephew a book.
He’s going to admire the colors and the happy faces inside
while the words are read to him by someone more senior.
He will point out the pumpkins, the kittens, the rainbows
and smile ear to ear with excitement and laughter.
He will reach out to turn the cardboard pages
before the sentence is even finished.
He will bounce up and down on the lap of the reader
while it gets closer and closer to the end.
I gifted my nephew a book.
One about how he’s the apple of my eye, the stars in my sky, the pumpkin to my pie.
One about how I will be with him always.
That our lives are forever intertwined.
His purity is admirable.
He embraces the rain, he sees no gray.
His innocence is peaceful
as he can sniff out what is true and avoid what is not.
His naivety is blissful
as he associates me with love and play, comfort and care.
He knows nothing within the deeper levels of my being,
but he still loves me.
I gifted my nephew a book.
A promise to him that I will be by his side, endlessly.
I dreamt last night of my father.
He played on roller-skates, with
grandchildren, more likely great grandchildren,
yet to be born.
It was a family get together,
perhaps his birthday, or
Father’s Day, coming four days from now.
He wore his famous big smile.
The one that makes everyone smile back.
The children screamed with excitement
and he laughed joyfully with them.
Though older, he was not fragile,
but had the vigor of his youth.
Like in the picture that stares back at me.
Family, friends and coworkers always
spoke highly of him.
Their comments and praise made me
proud to be his son.
I hope that he knew and felt that.
A farm boy from a small town,
not rich or famous, but kind and generous.
He never met a stranger, nor
refuse someone in need.
His work ethic that was matched by few.
I wish I knew the reason / meaning of the dream.
I think about my children, and grandchildren,
wonder how they will think of me?
My hope would be, similar to mine of the man
in the picture, that stares back at me.
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