Best Sensitively Poems
"I've got sunshine"
TANKA~ 1
This heavyweight wind
jiggles the chimes limbs hanging
sensitively
a thousand sound waves invade
visible radiation
~~~~~
TANKA~ 2
Dark moonlight tempest
blunders off the mountain top
a massive flooring…
the courageous beam of light
saved souls upon meadow blades
~~~~~
TANKA ~3
A place called daylight
where the beam is always pure
luminescence
if you could only feel this
you’d ask to hold the torchlight
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TANKA~ 4
Somewhere were you sleep
the fluorescence substance light
absorbs your beauty
every second that you breath
the light becomes like sunshine
~~~~~
TANKA ~5
Sky of falling stars
belong in my diary
notification
renewing my wedding vows
sunshine begins with me
~~~~~
TANKA~ 6
Missed the snooze button;
pendulum rods tick out loud
morning bird and worm;
sunlit curtains smooth rays
anonymous melody
~~~~~
TANKA ~7
Two rainbows petals
peek outside with loneliness
against no sunlight
rainy weather condition
no color will bring you back
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by;PD
10-10-12
for: contest
~ The weather has many faces ~ whistling in the headwind ~ quote by poet
Natural and repetitive elements
in the sound of the wind slow down restless thoughts
Observe the thoughts without judging or interpret
avoid depressive rumination just let go
A breath of wind touched your cheek so gently
Happiness is fleeting not a cliché
a lovely feeling, dancing as a whirlwind
The constant wind which makes the strings tinkle
It blows wherever it wants, strong or weak
The gentle wind reminds me of relaxing
pan flute music, sensitively without words
Indigenous music did not die out
it is carried by the wind all over the globe
Can neither be controlled, planned nor ordered
With invisible bows the wind carries away
Progress require you to loosen the moorings
The wind ruffles your hair and the waves sing
It's wonderful to feel the forces of nature
Listen carefully – it's full of presence
A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his pride now, his cubs shun him,
Repelled by needless roars, the revolting rants,
Tail tattered, biten by jackels at will,
His nose bit and beaten from battles better avoided,
Soul tethered to a label, only a title, "King of the Jungle" ,
Fleas and insects of all sorts find haven in his muddy mane
once so puffed and wide like a thunderhead trampling over Tanzania,
I hear him in the twilight, lonely, unsated and undesired,
Paranoid about a life that does not seem to love him,
His heart became a desserted Athens, a broken, rigid column slumped on the earth,
He wanders near the Nile, nearsighted and nervous
As an Egyptian boy of ancient lineage stalks him sensitively
Putting the speartip to own temple saying,
I see your ribs, your broken paws, your futility,
I will now deliver your soul unto the cool night,
The spear is launched with a certain bloodlust
piercing behind the shoulder blade, his heart hollers
with the cry of scarred suprise, the lion stumbles and pants
vanity not allowing blame for lack of vigilance,
the boy trots to the spot, kneels in token reverence
telling him, sip the black puddle of your error, as eyes fold ever shallow,
let me feed you these apples of arrogance
so to quiet your grievence, to sooth your ego before final sight,
there is no shame in being slain by a Pharoah King, old lion,
I shall wear your teeth as a timeless trophy of tragedy,
Emblematical of Pride gone on too long,
may the spirit of Herodetous teach this lesson to a new breed -
J.A.B.
The musician I never became
Singing the song I wish I wrote
I count the strands of my life
Here I am in a tag of war
Feelings of attraction
Versus stronger feelings of repulsion
Something happened and I responded
Because I no longer play victim of bullying
Or so I think
And they responded
And I was left feeling like the bully
I had planned not to apologise
Why am always the one apologising?
Well if I stop jumping into conclusions
Then I wouldn't be left feeling this bad
Well if I harden my shells a little
Then I may stop taking things so sensitively and personally
That hasn't worked for me
Changing my character I mean
Changing the sensitive gold in me
That is the ninety percent make of me
A 'nemesis' walked passed me
Like someone that doesn't like me and vice versa
And through I her, I was reminded of a great friend
I will never forget how she made me feel
The laughter we shared
The jokes we exchanged, most of them from her
And I a willing receiver
I always loved when she worked
And I thought, if she was here right now, it would all be jokes and laughter
Relaxed and happy
Unstressed
Unworried
Some people just fill in those empty holes
Of what we are not
And complete our lives
Psychic mind, unlike a clairvoyant who often misreads,
Intelligent-- more intuitive kind-- than quantum theory,
Surprising to anyone who underestimates a dreamer
Creatively interpreting life, often an abstract painting,
Emotionally brush-stroked on meaningful soul-fabric,
Sensitively divulging sage-wisdom in tacit vocabulary.
March 31, 2021
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand July 3 Contest
Placed 3rd: Star sign premium poetry contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
counting one to
ten this time thumbs
included but no matter
that she served them on
a silver platter i wanted none
standing on
wooden floor
boards i asked
her to sit and lift
her feet for me as
she did she being
Diosa for sure having
had two soles which i licked
from heel to toe each s l o w l y
sensitively feeling every bend and curve
then a moment
a moment of pause
each toe defining itself
like fingerprints individually
each toe telling its special need
each special care
for this little piggy is
going to market and will
be moaning wee wee wee
taking her all the way home
Whew! Here Goes One,
Parked At My Rectum,
Its Warm, Its Deadly,
I Can Feel My Face Sweat- Silently,
Oh What A Task,
No Excuses, As I Must-
Sensitively Reckoning The Force It Amass
With This Feeling Of Crystal Glass,
‘Its A Shame
Having No Younger Soul To Blame,
Oh Self Negligence,
Such Is A Public Offense,
I Wish Nostrils Had Alarm Drills,
To Warn Them Of This Air Borne Thrills,
Defenseless As I Sit Here Transparent,
I Wonder, Why Am I So Apparent?
Though, They Heard The Wind Whistle,
Twas Ominous, Sounds Of My Concealed Pestle,
Beating Polluted Air In My Pants,
Echoes And Bubbly Chants,
There Goes One Invisible,
Should I Go, Or Should I Try The Impossible,
Deny My Crime Inevitably,
Maybe, No One Knows- So Why Speak Unnecessarily?
Tie a rainbow on your heart
the power of eyes
like an arrowhead
keep focus on
beautiful colors
but a heart
sharper
than the eyes
sensitively
give a birth
of a lust
to swallow all
the colorful hopes
life is a rainbow
coated layers of
beautiful colors
Look at those birds
Smoldering color
spread peace
look at those dripping sweats
irrigate our green fields
look at those sparkling stars
luminous
stroking darkness night
they are part of our rainbow
decorate each page of
our passing days
tie a rainbow
on your heart
to bind tightly
every beautiful hopes
don’t give a chance
to the host laments
to come and take away
even a piece of
the color
tie a rainbow
on your heart
~ (c) Sukmawati Komala ~
02 June 2013
Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...
an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping ecstasy of erudite exactitude
elegantly and eloquently embossed, embedded
~ in its entropy of effervescing exegesis.
Whereas
I know of no one -- nowhere -- nasty or normal
knock-kneed, neck-naped, nose-gnarled
neuron-nitpicked or nucleic-acid-nested
Who
denies indubitably or dubiously, definitely
or deafeningly--deranged, demented,
debauched or denatured -- the sacred
sanctuary unsullied, where sits, serene and
silent, the small, still sound of said soul
swilling, swelling, seeking, sailing, soaring---
sensitively, sensorily, yea sentimentally---
til he sees, then sighs, then seizes
so surreptitiously the serum of sentience
Within!
Entry in "An Inner Knowing, an Absolute Feeling, My Mystical Soul
Self Poetry Contest," sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Mama Mable made music mellow with mood
But baby boy Bradley bellowed and booed
So sensitively she started singing sweetly
Yet the youngster yowled yearningly
Poor perplexed papa peered and pleaded
“No nocturnal nuisances are needed,”
He hurried through the house, his hefty frame hobbled
Baby boy Bradley basked blissfully with his bedtime bottle
*For Constance’s Forms of Poetry 101 contest. Never tried alliteration before.
by Carolyn Devonshire
The Almighty has created me an angel.
The mindlessness in me has changed me a devil.
When I have a beautifully sensitive nose,
Why am I unable to smell a fragrant rose?
My sense of taste has been, preciously marvelous.
I have marvelously turned it highly tasteless.
How my sober, secure, sure sense of soulful sight,
Has turned into dull, dark, dim, dreary deadly light?
My hearing sense seems sound, and sensitively sharp,
Why am I not able to hear my own sharp harp?
Though thousands fall on me like heavy human rocks,
I don't feel their touch or even the rocking knocks.
My mind has, alas, gone very far-far from me,
It has gone beyond control like a drunken monkey.
If I could mindfully sit the morning moment
Meditating the beauty of God's covenant...
If I could eat my food savoring every taste,
Tasting and relishing and knowing every waste...
If I could watch the birds and hear the flowers bloom,
And be one with hard-working honey bees and plume...
If I calm my mind and completely concentrate,
Relaxing and light like saints within levitate...
If I owing my compassion fraternal love,
Make someone feel the compassion of God above...
If I am an innocent immaculate child,
And thus my soul always in purity abide...
If I could feel the feeling when I plant a tree,
The true feeling-full feeling of planting me...
If I could create things than merely copying,
Partake in God's continued act of creating...
If I could manually work hard and sweat well,
Keep healthy and hearty my every little cell...
It's then the mindfulness will make its home in me,
And in that home, God of love will abide with me.
12 June 2021
MINDFULNESS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.
Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative
Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous absent souls of supine prying pupils, yon ethers sinister obscurities, caught in stained oblique ocular whites. Drunken sanguineous veins to gluttony as impish tinkers sporadic doubts riveting telltale images. Metallic aerials ousted the clouds to unperceived iniquity.
Exhausting times since the alien armada infested Earth in a furrow of carnage. Abominable hordes disembarked, eviscerated whole metropolises. Hideous beings, an abysmal sight, smothered the remote vestiges of our civilized world. Cities ere their decimation had numbers reduced in fleeing desperation. The annihilation of life on Earth engrossed thoughts upon the scraps of humanity left. Ravenous creatures generating utter rampage to and abroad, slighting none to decay. Be they mortals or breathing existences of our lesser kingdom, perished in the bloodletting. Some kept as breeders for the succession of consuming time.
A cohort strung of plain folks, thrust as one in a nameless realm, sought ephemeral refuge in a subterranean hollow expanse. Bestill for the scarcity of fragile credence as the intrepid one, espy a grotesque glistening of crimson blood, secreting from the sheathed hoariness of fangs. Sentient rouses heedful footfalls per monstrosity exposed jawbone, that swapped shrill for snorts, neath laden eyes that had shrewdly scowling luminous orbs. Creepy anvils pierced hairline, afeared incus, sensitively measures close octaves, spurs the labyrinth's nerves. Alas, its vulgar pelt of bulky fur stretch hither and fro, bars clamors reach.
Cavernous chambered partitions mimic as trepidation ebbs nevertheless. Unceasing progress to that bemused destiny, as anonymous atrocities, plague each within their shells, e'er crucifying the last semblance of their true selves. Ardent impulses seeping via their lithe ruby channels, crossing neath the bits of their betraying skins, as they escape the nebulous sepulchral. Beasts at 6 o'clock, tho' what unknown lurks yon pits facade, save a future yet to be titled.
2021 May 12
an atypical poet
an atypical poet
a little of this
a little of that
a dab of daring
a dash of do
super sensitively
hard as nails
the softened heart
of calloused pain
the gentleness
of granite’s grain
worn warrior
of windmill fame
lamplighter
of the darkened mind
the hide and seek
of look and find
the implication
of tongue in cheek
the “I dare you” of
“come take a peek”
follow twisted pen
down crooked lane
from serious
to quite inane
embed within
the common phrase
forever’s passion
still ablaze
torching lover’s
broken dreams
exposing liars
convoluted schemes
the black and white
of ancient crust
cold weathered face
of tarnished bust
writing poetry
in the dust
John G. Lawless
©7/7/2017
CLUELESS
Your quietness makes me lose track of time,
Feels so empty without the sound of your voice,
My heart actually pounds to fill up this void!
“Where‘re you?” Shrieks desperate voices in my mind..
To my dismay, echoes of my footsteps responded to my concern.
Sleeping without whispers of your voice pushes me in deep tunnels of melancholy,
This lump in my heart tempts me to take a barbiturate and fall into a deep reverie.
No solace in my own cubicle…
Walls crashes over me,
Halls bang doors before me,
Malls disguise you…
Unreachable you‘re, but you just standing there invisible!
Yet in my dreams you are visible!
Why, why, why…
That once in a blue moon you drop a call without a text,
freezing me to death as you elope into sudden silence?
Your tongue slips easily into defense,
yet you wouldn’t jump over the fence!
Your reasons are addictive like Marilyn Monroe’s lies,
Really there is no need for us to be lovers and liars,
Because we sensitively aware of our fate!
Truth is, you ‘re a compatible mate,
But you fight to tame,
Well, that isn’t fame!
Yes, you are fallible, no need to be obscure,
Its in everyone’s genes.
Sometimes I wish to emigrate to another planet,
Therefore, you won’t be my magnet!
Residing within your flesh will be a pleasurable resolution,
Crazy thoughts I have sometimes,
Wish to sneak in your mind, your heart,
To get true versions of your thoughts about me, us…
With all the compliments, drags along the impediments,
Very ironic because love has to be impeccable!
So irrational for you to disappear, lest you confirm its our apogee’
No need for you to take a ride because im too gullible…
It’s a fact, my love to you is very legit,
But allow me to interrogate, do you still…
Love me?
Need me?
Don wanna lose me??
Thought of it is scary
Because im CLUELESS
By Lebo-G Faith
This is a great idea, tee hee,
Good suggestions are so me,
Nuisance caller was asking me,
Money for her fundraising committee,
"Right," said little old chirpy me,
"You can send cheques to me,
We need funds here desperately!"
I must say, sensitively,
Great ideas are so me,
Nuisance caller hung up on me!