Free verse Poems
And it Was Sparkling
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Huge blossoms perched in a crystal vase;
And how it sparkled!
While early evening sun came in slanting,
In intense burgundy golden rays, flaming.
Beauty blooms bounced at west window,
And colors were flashing!
In a summer turned hummer-honeybees.
Varicolored blooms grace evening- so new,
Just as pearls in green grass-morning dew!
Altar
by Marilyn Chin
Why cry over dried flowers?
They're meant to be straw.
Why cry over miniature roses?
They're meant to be small.
Why cry over Buddha's hand citron?
Why cry over the hidden flower?
Why cry over Mother's burnt forehead?
Her votive deathglow, her finest hour.
Time's Passage
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Vernal springtime is departing,
Leaving plush carpets of petals,
All along scented garden paths,
And also in luxuriant meadows.
The sun has grown deep orange,
With distinct traces of old gold.
Stars embedded in purple flash,
As moon magic charms the hills.
Rosy halcyon days are leaving,
And the mellow hours are near.
......
Sun Winked at the Stars
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The sky exploded into colors, and sun winked at the stars,
Stars winked at the night, loveliness in black and white!
Day and night met in twilight shadows, a secret rendezvous,
In the deepening purple magic, casting its hypnotic allure.
Bluebirds ceased singing, in adulation of the languid hours,
While the fragrant flowers, drew strange breeze encounters!
Gaiety will have to be waiting, no matter how it is missed,
For the world won't be waking, until the sunrise compromise.
A Multiverse
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dewdrops in lush grass, liquid sunshine,
Iridescent shimmers, mountain to valley,
Reflecting the velvety emerald of spring,
From innumerable different fresh angles.
Quicksilver on the purple morning petals,
Or on blooms crimson, cream or apricot.
The glister has come, proclaiming softly,
Tiny universes that were somehow forgot!
Time's Passage
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Vernal springtime is departing,
Leaving plush carpets of petals,
All along scented garden paths,
And also in luxuriant meadows.
The sun has grown deep orange,
With distinct traces of old gold.
Stars embedded in purple flash,
As moon magic charms the hills.
Rosy halcyon days are leaving,
And the mellow hours are near.
......
And it Was Sparkling
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Huge blossoms perched in a crystal vase;
And how it sparkled!
While early evening sun came in slanting,
In intense burgundy golden rays, flaming.
Beauty blooms bounced at west window,
And colors were flashing!
In a summer turned hummer-honeybees.
Varicolored blooms grace evening- so new,
Just as pearls in green grass-morning dew!
A Multiverse
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dewdrops in lush grass, liquid sunshine,
Iridescent shimmers, mountain to valley,
Reflecting the velvety emerald of spring,
From innumerable different fresh angles.
Quicksilver on the purple morning petals,
Or on blooms crimson, cream or apricot.
The glister has come, proclaiming softly,
Tiny universes that were somehow forgot!
After Hours
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It is now eventide at the museum,
Myriad masterworks line the walls,
Elated crowds no longer pressing,
In rapt thrall of beauty and color!
Art awaits once more being beheld,
On a night of porcelain moonlight.
Used to
by anon d
The night sky used to bring me happiness and peacefulness, but now it’s just regret thinking how i could have helped you.
We used to lie awake talking about nothing but also everything, but now i lie awake looking across my bed hoping to see you looking back at me.
I used to feel like i had everything that i was complete but you robbed me of myself i don’t even feel like me anymore.
I used to wake up excited with the thought of seeing you, but now thinking of seeing you fills me with dread because all that’s left of you is a pointless stone.
