white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
stroked by cracks
wrinkles that have weathered life
skin once firmly packed sags
in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
but she laughs
budding spring beauty
summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings
restless rebellion came with fall
but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
a spirit that will never die
winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life
*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
I can't believe the wonderful contest idea I have been missing out on since I took my brief break from Soup this past weekend. I came back to find many posts of Carolyn Devonshire's most amazing work. And so it was my goal tonight before logging off, to look through my list of favorites and see which one I would choose to showcase.
Well, there were at least five of her poems that I just loved: "A Forgotten Box," the senryu set "Candlelight Passion," an adorable personification of flowers called "Flower Prom," the profound poem of imagination called "Unicorn," and last but not least, the one shown above here, "Winter's Rose." I decided on this one because earlier today in talking with Carolyn, she expressed to me that "Winter's Rose" happened to be one of her personal favorites. I was so pleased to discover that it was also one I had chosen to put into MY favorites list about a month ago!
"Winter's Rose" is a poet's look into her own soul. And she uses metaphors of the seasons, something I personally enjoy doing in my own poetry. I love when Carolyn writes this way and I agree with her, this is one of her very best free verse poems ever! I hope Carolyn will continue with her restless spirit well into the deepest of winters. She is an awesome friend and poet! (Carolyn, may your memories be happy ones always. And know that you have many friends here rooting for you. Luv, Andrea )
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich
Dive inside the rainbow
fill your hair up with
Let go of the wind and
follow the sound of
Let your demons collapse
you, and your bitter angels
astounded words from
your holly lips.
Green leaves sailing across
the heaven sky.
I sometimes wish I was free
falling never looking down
just spreading my wings making
lonely dove sounds.
Holly sea where does the
Why must we rain again?
Our broken rocks are
Under us this sand and
Thunder is a rolling in
better turn your eyes
toward the north.
Save the wind.
if I could have just one more day,
I would change the weather for a better way.
I am a rose and a sailor,
cold and torn, but I win
the fragrant color, the lessons
blend as one.
Copyright © Misty Lackey
I do not know?
My Wishes are Simple
My wishes are simple,
my desires few,
to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.
My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,
to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.
My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,
my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,
healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses
Behold the girl
Reciting in the gardens
Poetic voice to sharpen
From flowers freely lent
Flora’s barter well spent
Behold the rose
Growing on the arbor posed
Enriched by the words
Read from books composed
Rising higher still
Glancing over shoulder bold
Pink as sunkissed cheeks
Reading poems spun of gold
Behold the paths
Lined with blooming flowers
Of lyrics that impower
Lost in tranquil setting
Garden of verses
Blooms well worth investing
All rights reserved ............... 2/21/13
Poem based on Edmund Blair Leighton's painting, “Sweet Solitude”
Copyright © Debra Squyres
I do not know?
My soul and his are binded by ageless
And borderless miles of dreams, floating
Inside my mind by centuries of unfulfilled
And caressed wishes still shimmering in waters of blue.
I still belonged to this earth,unbounded with dreams
Wrapped up in coils of graphite and gold.
Dispersing all kind of wishes to dreamers with
Dreams from early love visions,and kingdoms untold,
As disguises his face for me not to see, who's
Behind the mask, as he's meant to wander untied, and
Carefree,to all those vast and green hills,that I see down
Below,and as a butterfly myself, boundles I go happy running to him.
As he beckons me with his hynotizing and forceful stare,
To which only in dreams I could have had ever conceived,
As he kisses my lips so sweet and offers me to come to him,
In death, sadly I had to decline, also with tears in my eyes.
Because I still belonged here, bonded so much to the earth,boundless
But still, tied and sewn to this mortal body, by fragile threads...of gold
© Dorian Petersen Potter
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter
My friend, I rather not learn to speak
In thy tongue that really makes one sick
A tongue lovely as early morn rose
And deadly like her own prickly toes
Inspired by a nasty comment I got
For winning the PS Poetry Contest.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago
You cannot let it drop, the imaginary subtexts,
The ideas of reference in each line, each word,
Are you so important that it all is meant for you?
Or do you know deep down it’s simply too absurd?
I have kept each page of hatred you have sent,
Like a butterfly collector pinions wings onto boards,
In the electric yellow vaults of micro folders,
On hard drives and in memory meticulously stored.
Each savage comment copied, each venomous critique,
Each post of warped disgust, distorted and obtuse,
Each schizophrenic typo, every rant and every rave,
Every message of dementia, every email of abuse.
So I really have to tell you I have had more than enough,
And the evidence provided by your paranoiac prose,
Gives me all I ever needed to turn the game around,
Hold on tight and watch and wait, for it’s time to shock the rose.
Copyright © Tony Bush
Flowers of fame
Bloom with your name
For a brief day,
Then wilt away.
Petals you clutch
Crush with your touch,
Dust before you.
Copyright © Steve Eng
The night has drawn
My eyes are like the wilted roses
They have lost their beauty
And crispy appeal
But my mission
So all nightlong
Where my light shall carry
My pen will quiver
And try to deliver
A line or two
In hopes you shall find
My words envelope your mind
With the glory the rose once held
And I shall not rest, till my eyes are swelled
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie