Sky Alexandrine Poems | Examples
These Sky Alexandrine poems are examples of Alexandrine poems about Sky. These are the best examples of Alexandrine Sky poems written by international poets.
Duality in life goes hand in hand, we see,
With sorrow and with joy, a dance eternally.
For happiness and grief, they overshadow each,
In life’s grand tapestry, they teach each other.
Duality in nature rules with law supreme,
Dark nights will always follow bright day’s golden gleam.
The sun and moon, they chase across the endless sky,
A perfect harmony, where opposites comply.
In love, this duality our hearts commands,
Loneliness and unity, like shifting sands.
In separation, sad songs from our hearts will flow,
But in romance, sweet dreams grow within our spirits.
Duality exists 'tween lover and the divine,
When love for God and lover in one heart align.
In this love supreme, all other dreams are veiled,
For in this bond, all other aspirations paled.
The grey crows light cavern, wailing in web tavern
as lemurs juice pattern, sky from earth to Saturn.
Scythe
On two, only you
And the extravaganza
Part implore, wicked lore
Every color, to originate
Or is it designation
Peach to the rot, keys to the lot
Untying celestial guesses
In the mark of motion horror
Some vein in the bull of lurch
To a mother in the insect sky
Warrant to the chains
Such one the pot to the island of a rib
And met the bearing of scorn
Who is magistrate of pointed skill
Dreams calling to the rise of bones
And corners are hardest to clean
Double bow end of rain,
death of Queen ended reign
Genesis 9: 13-17
My life faced tormenting time with future at stake,
writhed in the crushing clutch of stifling suffering,
my bequeathed heart splintered and bled in yearning ache,
no soothing arms I found reach out to me to cling.
In rough sea my boat sank in storm of agony,
for shelter I tried to swim to shore not in sight,
the inner voice told me to get detached and see
the rays of hope like the sun after the dark night.
From my heart a butterfly flew on latticed wings,
in rippling air it flittered on trail of sun ray
to the vale of rose blooming with sparkle of spring
under azure sky opening from gloom of grey.
I sensed sublime serenity suffuse my core,
my soul opened divine petals in deep abyss,
tranquility like summer rain began to pour
in my calm mind with surreal shower of bliss.
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December 11, 2021
Syllable count checked on HMS
Contest :"A" Forms, New Poems
Sponsor : Constance La France
Herald the star that blooms, the trumpet and the scroll.
O God the bluest eye, it magnifies my soul.
Encompass calvary, the greatest light that shines.
Beautiful Bethlehem, the azure Winter pines.
Infant swaddled in love, the lamb in his stable.
The Great Shepherd asleep, star’s clearest timetable.
The rhythm of the sky, adoration of blue.*
Wrapped in azure blanket, star hangs over the Jew.
Circumnavigating, ornaments of the earth.
O see the living tree, little hands scarred at birth.
Predilection to save, open your newborn eyes.
The cross present in star, the blue heavens arise.
At birth…his death waiting, The Light opens her womb.
Before he turns 40, he walks out of the tomb.
A blizzard of azure, two men frozen in fear.
They’d get a taste of death, fearsome angels they’d hear.
The golden king of days,
ruling sky just for hours.
Sparkling jewels of nights,
fading at destined time.
Dipped in wealthy waters,
ah! dark days yet to come.
If feet are soaked in mud,
yes! sun is rising soon.
blue sky meets azure sea
awesome panorama,
brilliance of sun smiles wide
at scene of harmony,
daily baptism occurs
as waves sing joyfully,
a welding of nature
present before my eyes
March 17, 2020
Nature inspired theme
Bright pole star promised me,
it’d take me through rough sea
to dream island of mine
where sunburst dawn will shine,
mind’ll absorb twilight gleam,
soul’ll soak silk of moonbeam,
but dark sky falls meanwhile,
wrecked, I walk the last mile.
March 17, 2020
Syllable count : 6 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Theme # 1
Contest : Alexandrine-Modified
Sponsor : Dear Heart
Under the sky
Their beyond
The reach of man
The edges of light
The night spectacular
Beyond the sight
Of men
The collaborations
Of distance
Atmosphere
Sun
Stretches across
The horizon
To become one
The big sky
The big sky
Some knew him,
Some knew him not,
We all knew him somehow;
Nobody knew what he had become,
What he had always been,
Digital platforms were closed
On towards evening
And in the next evening,
There was nothing but
Teargas from the sky;
It was time to go home,
That was the drone of the chopper;
So much about the democratic chameleon:
Some guys are sworn to wars without winning,
Others to winning without wars:
When a man shuts off a country
From themselves and the rest of the world,
That man has lost the war,
With or without winning.
Teargas from the sky,
Suddenly the air is toxic,
God sent the rains to clear it all off.
Crow,
Dancing on the green,
Are you bringing
My mother's spirit?
Crow
Picking grain
From my green,
Where is my mother's spirit?
Crow,
Flying in the sky
Above my house,
Where is my mother's spirit?
Crow
Do not come back here.
Crow,
You are back again,
I need my mother's spirit
And if you don't bring it,
Don't dance on my green,
Don't pick my grain.
Crows
Now you come in numbers,
Picking my grain
And not one of you
Brings my mother's spirit.
Crow
Now you pick paper
I don't give you grain:
You don't bring my mother's spirit back.
Not a longevity but high dreams made her assuredness
Devotion in books, mould her in prosperity
Expectation form herself, longing to touch the sky
all the talks from society like ‘will she get successed in it’
for her, Presuming it flapdoodle just like mullock
She deeemed well from journalism, aspiration insisting her
“Forget about yesterday, Go ahead and
endowed your aim having penchant”
A new start up learning and flourishing, ran her up
Abnegation Broken her into spillikins, above all the sides give in,
Never bend towards distress,passed all the level
Instated her dreams in reality, Become the spur for lifetime
Just as there are the stars that twinkle in the sky
so many thousand cars from work are rushing by.
Too many things to do, a way of life engraved,
that hours to peer are few and work makes us a slave.
Do ever you relax to think of air we breathe
or of the trees perhaps, the things we rarely see?
Have ever you heard birds, and can you count their calls?
Well, in so many words, we don't think this at all!
The point is only this: How busy we can be
that all that does exist, our eyes can fail to see!
Sometimes it pays to stop, be thankful for a gift
for in such grateful thoughts, we may just find a lift!