Suddenly a star entered
A poem happened
What was the poem
A cascade of golden light
On her hair and neck
How lovely you look
Said golden neck,the light said,
You are lovelier
The bird in my vein
Said to both of them, good morn
They smiled, glint on Nile
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
To rest awhile
In my Moondust’s arms
In a meadow of flowers
A shady tree
Watching her smile
I wove star flowers
In to her hair
She wove me into her heart
Never such love, so rare
In a meadow of flowers
We talked and sang
Until the sun set low
Fires lit, in reds and golds
Of loves’ glow
In blue wool
and silver stars
Amongst its’ folds
The first bird called to me
I looked up
Saw the first morning star
Across the meadow
Above the trees
The early light
Caught the flash
Of the birds’ wing in flight
I woke my Moondust
Across the meadow
Is the way
The bird showed me
In its’ flight
Guiding us today
We walked through
The flowers of the meadow
Moondusts’ horse followed behind
In that early sunglow
The rush of water could be heard from afar
The meadow ended too soon
The stream could be soon
The Bridge of the Morning Star
Of ancient oak tree
Carved with magical hands
Its’ trusses carved with birds
On each rail, silver stars were inlaid
A beautiful canopy of redwood
Completed this crossing
Carved on it, ancient words
“The Morning Star”
of The Morning Star
As soon as the sun rose
Like The Morning Star
The bridge faded too
In the coming of daylight
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
star magnolia's bright
blooms against February's cold...
robin hops in yard
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2016
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
I am vowed by the long tail of the bright falling star,
delighted by the notes of my guitar;
Its sheer brightness,
reveals the Heavens,
it resembles fireflies flickering in the night's vastness.
I begin to dream under the shimmering firmament,
and with closed eyelids, I start to count;
I seem lost into the blue,
images come into view,
then the night covers me with sparkling dew.
I put aside every doubt and enter the atmosphere,
such a mystic place of enlightenment to share;
all creation done by His hand to be forever praised.
I am vowed by the adventurous flight of a beautiful lark,
admiring the loveliness of the night so calm and dark;
his wings flutter,
he goes far,
in this wilderness he moves freely owning sky and air.
Can we learn the lark's melody
and sing it to the Almighty?
Entered in Mystic Rose's contest,
" Answer Me "
Won 2nd place
Contest judged on 4/20/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
As a cloud I observe myself,
inseparable from the sky
free as a bird I fly.
Encompassing distance within my sight
all of Nature is under my right.
I lend eyes to birds
to watch the setting of sun
while I gaze upon stars.
Every blade of grass
knows my scent.
I am of Nature descent
she is mother of mine
and father of yours,
we siblings all are.
Nature offers genes
to every living thing.
Be present when she dreams
live to attend her needs,
feel Nature caress
the being you call yourself.
Copyright © Denis Zukic | Year Posted 2016
PRINCE OF SWEET SONGS
"Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire......" ( A Ballad of François Villon:Envoi-A.C. SWINBURNE)
The prince showed up in the terrace
Looked skyward a bird falling down a shooting star
The prince called his lyricist and a hangman
Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014
It's a beggar's repentance...
Two swans dance
between the mist and
A sapphire oblivion
rages from the moon.
...with a pocket
full of apologies.
Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
An immortal bubble it was when you
And I were on the edge of getting lost
In some intense musk of our heat and frost
As immortal moments danced in the dew
Giving shape to birds from starry stillness
Underneath the scented sparks of diamonds
Intoxicated with browning almonds
Sprinkling crimson splashes on melting face
And green apples in our waiting ocean
Relaxing the knots in a pink freedom
In lilac rhythm ridding all our notion
Of eternity as time sans fathom
What matters is the intense disruption
In which the Himalayan moments come
01/03/2017: Form I (with a theme) – poetry contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
A sonnet consisting of an octave with the rhyme pattern
a b b a a b b a followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern
of c d c d c d
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
I did not plan,
To meet and fall,
In Love with You!
It Just Happened!
As some things do.
What can I say?
I do not regret,
nor will I fret,
I kind of know.
I guess that you,
don't feel the way I do.
I will always love you.
No matter what.
You do or say.
I can not help it.
Nor would I.
I will just view You.
like gazing at,
And pray and wait,
that you are.
Copyright © gary dye | Year Posted 2014
The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning
With the morning star still glowing brightly
Crickets calling for their mates to come
Noise of man already begun
The air is cool with a crispness
Inviting one to stay on the porch
Taking in all God's awaking of the earth
A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky
Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied
My body by God who created the earth
Birds begin to sing God's praises
One lone bird flying high in the darkness
He is just a shadow flying by
To grace my morning on the porch
He must be the early bird that gets the worm
There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move
As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades
Gradually disappearing from sight
Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun
Each tree shadow takes on a different shape
The colors in the sky constantly changes
Just like our lives, no matter how well planned
Life happens and changes occur for good or bad
With mountain top experiences or down in the valley
God is always there but sometimes
We walk off and leave him
He weeps as we turn our back to go
Thank you God for this time
My time on the porch
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
My Bird died I cried and cried
I should have let him go
Clipped wings a cruel thing
So a bird song I could hear
He would have flown up to the sky
He could have sowed high
A thing of the sky two wings to fly
Was prisoned to fly no more
So a bird song I could hear
At break of dawn
I look up to the sky
To watch the birds fly
And wondered why oh why oh why
My bird sings no more
Now every star I see
I think one is he
At last up in the sky
And with a wink of the twinkling star
My bird song comes alive!!!
Copyright © Lorna Malla | Year Posted 2017