(this is a form called Swap Quatrain, where first
line's phrases swap in the last line of each stanza)
In shadows’ veils, at end of night,
sweet Moon removes her modest light
and softly, yet again, exhales -
at end of night, in shadows’ veils.
As she departs, her love’s released
to climb the stairway to the east.
They cannot meet to share their hearts.
Her love’s released as she departs.
She watches him while hid from view,
the way he kisses morning’s dew,
and sees gold rays spill from his rim.
While hid from view, she watches him.
Sad Moon, alone for centuries,
with awe has watched Sun leave, cerise.
while she, afar. . . how cold she’s grown!
For centuries, sad moon alone.
She takes his place so he may rest.
And though forlorn, she’s always dressed
in lace, for Luna has great grace.
So he may rest, she takes his place.
For love of night, for love of day,
she can’t implore him that he sway
from course. To be apart’s their plight.
For love of day, for love of night.
By Andrea Dietrich/ This poem took first place in Shadowpoetry's annual Shadows Ink Contest from 2008. It appears in the Shadows Ink Poetry Chapbook, Series 2, Volume 5. As a result of that win, I received a chapbook deal worth around $300 at that time. (30 free copies with publication over at Shadowpoetry).
Also, I entered it into my second PoetrySoup International Contest since I had joined Soup earlier in the year of 2010. It got an HM with a certificate. Soup no longer has their big Soup contests chosen by their staff. An HM was actually a really nice thing in those days because the contest was a HUGE deal and out of hundreds of members, there were only ten to twenty total winners. 2010 was probably my best year at PoetrySoup, and my win with this poem in July of 2010 was one of the reasons for that. I am forever grateful for the recognition I received from this poem.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
Bumblebee’s soar through
The doors of spring.
Sharp icicles melt pools,
Of crisp, elegant, water
That sprinkles the ground before them.
While the wind whistles its tune;
The sun emits black rays.
People rise up, enjoying each day,
As if it were their last.
The sun emits black rays.
Daises bloom, sprouting
Its marvelous colors.
The sweet aroma of the Earth-
Fills the sky.
Brisking their wings-
The clouds veer closer. THUNDER howls-
Into the night.
Shouting its anger-
Snow crackles upon the footsteps of the people who,
Concerned, gathering to listen.
The leaves start to flutter away in the gust of winds.
Specks of fire fall to the darkness.
Azalea petals sail off on another journey,
Across the globe.
The clouds hover the sky
Water pushes and pulls of the coast
People lay at rest taking,
Their last breaths of the day.
The once bright, baby blue sky is now purple.
The once vibrant autumn leaves
The once radiant trees
Shiver to the flow of wind,
As the day turns to dawn.
The sun emits black Rays.
Copyright © Angel classified | Year Posted 2015
The sky is blue with music beats
The stars are smiling in the east
The moon is tangoing with me
And the trees are waving their leaves
The lilies are swaying in the wind
The birds are flapping their wings
The sun is standing still
For the birth of a unique Prince
The duck is cooing a coo
The drum is booming with boom
The bell is jingling melody tunes
For the dancing shoe in jolly mood
Every teeth is stable, dappled with babble
To dandle and staple the victuals rounding the table
No squabbles to dabble or dangle
This fable is not a parable to scrabble
The world is now at ease
In my mother’s little arm with peace,
That is crooning a lullaby
For her newborn baby
Now that a diamond is in the sky
My mother is no longer shy
She could join the laughter of the night
For the birth of a new life
I’m a newborn baby today
Starting life afresh, again
The smiles on a baby’s face anyway
Is an anthem, enough for a happy birthday.
Copyright © Prince Agba | Year Posted 2012
Among his siblings Mercury is fast,
Compared to Neptune who is always last.
Venus is always extremely hot,
While life-supporting Earth has a comfortable spot.
Mars’ surface is very rocky,
About his size Jupiter is cocky.
Saturn is always surrounded by his rings,
While Uranus is strange because of many things.
With each other the planets compete,
With the special things each of them keeps.
And each of them has compensation,
For something each has wanted since its creation.
Mercury’s small size is compensated by his speed,
While Venus’ poisonous atmosphere makes beauty her greed.
Earth may be a planet considered small,
Yet this blue and green marble sustains all.
Mars is much smaller than Earth,
But canyons and mountains are his mirth.
Although Jupiter may take years to orbit the Sun,
His large size gives him lots of fun.
Saturn is inferior to Jupiter in more than one way,
But his lovely rings and moons surround him and he feels okay.
Uranus feels odd, spinning on his side,
Around the Sun, he is compensated by a lazy ride.
Though Neptune is known for his furious tides,
At least he does not roll on his side.
The planets orbit one of many stars,
Like the center of a racing track circled by cars.
They circle a yellow star having lots of fun,
Their parent star known as the Sun.
Copyright © Rayna Loh | Year Posted 2012
GREETINGS TO THE LODESTAR
Vain of metal ore that smiled
It is by you am steered
Guiding my principle in direction
You shine like magnetized
I lithe toward you as
We lissome to our destination
With your eye in dimension
I shall not be sorry when it’s over
Cos it ways is determination
Thou Icy wing “lay us pass”
To see they treasure
Remove thy odds from our
My sinus seep to sea, cos of
Sinking to shore
Sire your strength steered
My fate to shore
Wh’n I hold your face, I am
Cos, hope, fate, destiny is
My accelerando is powered
Thou the tides are high
The treasure must be found
When you bid me, I will
Cos life journey is unstandadize
REASON OF WRITING
This poem is written in the night in
my little room when watching The
stars, Lodestar is a bigger, it shines
very well and in those. Days when
voyage in the see was not of to day
every body looked of for lodestar
that gives direction to sailors. It is a
poem about our cause of journey in
life some of the time when we
succeed we give our thanks to our
guidance angel or lucky star it is this
star, angel an greeting begging to
guide our life affair in this world.
Life problem are so many that we
some time need this angel and lucky
star. So it is easier when traveling
with a guide, this makes it (life) not
1. They is a force that direct our
affairs in this world existence.
2. We should always pray for our
affairs to before in good hands to
enables us achieve our aim.
3. This world is difficult to go
through, it like our sailing in the sea
4. The sea of life needs a eye that
will guide us in this affairs.
5. We should always thank, greet
our lucky star or angel.
PLACE OF WRITING
Ameka, Ezza South L.G.A Ebonyi
State Nigeria where am doing my
Copyright © Benedict Riman Eze | Year Posted 2011
I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
QUEEN OF BOTH LIGHTS
Ah yes....Venus! Queen of both evening and first light.
Air of my breath, blood of my heart,
cause of my sight.
If from stardust made thee we...then,
are thou our sister or our mother be?
In any glint of light, a Venus shadows cast,
on a planet graced with dizzy smears,
all secrets masked.
There...to wile away the hours as the earliest in eastern sky,
or first to rise in western dusk at evening high.
In all that our Venus is...true Earth to heart.
She equals love, and by sun and moon,
she hails our finish and our start.
Goddess of beauty and love, with no satellite to follow
She staves off all reclusiveness by singing to Apollo.
By Edlynn Nau
Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2015
The star runs
away from the moon
It takes a breath
In the grassland
On the wet soft grass
Then runs along
Copyright © Chastity Frazier | Year Posted 2006