Best Abode Poems
A Poet’s Abode
A poet’s peaceful abode surpasses bliss
Depicting imagery beheld by eyes.
Dreams revealed go beyond the great abyss
Of space with stars that fill our cobalt skies.
The elements alone express such truth
That sun needs balance of the rain to grow
Sprout varied seedlings that begin in youth
Then we reap our harvest by autumn’s glow.
The beauty of a rainbow through the rain,
The way the sunrise colors us in shades,
How beating hearts behold our joy or pain.
A poet captures hues as twilight fades.
When quill releases ink and does not miss
A poet’s peaceful abode surpasses bliss.
7-21-22
~Premiere Contest N/A~
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
5-28-22
~Poem of the Day May 30, 2022~
Thank you Poetry Soup Team
~Fifth Place Premiere Contest~
Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
A Brian Strand PREMIERE~N/A~
Contest Judged: 5/30/2022 9:54:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Orphan Sonnet
Created by: Dale Gregory Cozart with a rhyme scheme of Abab - cdcd - efef - aA, (I0 syllables per line) in three quatrains, and a final couplet with the last line repeating the opening line.
Used:
https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
Photo by: https://houston.culturemap.com/news/city-life/06-21-16-have-you-got-a-favorite-poem-let-the-city-of-houston-know-right-now/
Mama says this is where
I was born on a stormy night
the benignant horn was where
she'd paused to breathe and reside
The bounteous hollow took her in
and echoed my cries and coos
spiralling down the springs
to protect me as if I were Zeus
I slide along the spirals
to quench my itching thirst
a joyous melody in the hollow
and palatable unceasing food
When it rains we glide to be dry
it shields us from the biting frost
when it snows and humans sing
of the ballads of festive days
At nights I crawl and climb
to the window of that horn
and watch the lavender starry sky
she recites stories of distant worlds
Sweet symphonies of chirping birds
wake me up on fragrant mornings
at times I step outside the door
to wander in some nearby forest
"Do you stay inside that cornucopia?"
A giant cub questioned me one day
I looked at Mama with my little black eyes
and wished to know the same
"Honey, this is our humble dwelling
that nurtures us, protects us, loves us
as if this was the great destiny
of a humble horn of spirals
This is our door to a beautiful heaven
with aromatic clouds and winged doors
this will be the blissful abode of tiny beetles
who lived happily in a divine cornucopia"
9th May 2020
For Cornucopia Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Kai Michael Neumann
Premiere Contest Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE 10,any form,any theme Contest
Winner: Honorable Mention
Her sojourn in the wild
Her sojourn in the wild
Packed in her reverie
Doting the scent of love
Muffled up with old melodies and
Few muffins to eat
Those hushed leaves made most hissing
If ever one's heart could hear it
The breeze witnessed her traces
The dampen soil inscribes
She won't come home
In my humble abode
Giraffe knocks on
The wrong door
"Pluto’s Dark Abode"
they say you can feel her
walking through you
it only happens when
the frost and mist is about
where hidden wild things
watch but make
themselves heard
in the half light
they sum you up
they are found
in darkness
they say if you stop
to listen to the brook
speaking its beseeching
babble, you can hear
your name, as if
summoning you, so
you make your way
and kneel at the edge,
as if in solemn worship
what you see
in the glimmering
reflection, is not you,
you suspected this
all along, that what
calls you forward
into lost glades
such as this, are strange
haunted creatures
phantoms from
your abyss
seeking unwelcome
conference
and exchange
of currents
electric
not completely
foreign, this one
she smiles
in darkness
eyes like magnets
she pulls you in
they say you can feel her
walking through you
it only happens when
the mist is about
and wild things
watch but make
themselves heard
in the half light
you are found
in darkness
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“A Hidden Glade” / Mindgarden Rework / Jarp Music
https://youtu.be/oKhUS4TnWG8
“High on a stag the Goddess held her seat,
And there were little hounds about her feet;
Below her feet there was a sickle moon,
Waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon.
Her statue bore a mantle of bright green,
Her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen;
Her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode
Down to where Pluto has his dark abode.”
(Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales)
Ghostly apparition in light night sky
The moon becomes a fierce dragon's big eye
Dragon flows outward fills southern sky high
Great awesome fierceness goes before it _sigh
Happenings as such are very eerie
Feeling my father's presence at his death
(Something that cannot be explained_ really)
Had this calming effect in just one breath
Carried him to hospital ill that morning
Never knew that today would be the day
Death would carry him away _no warning
Died in surgery_ spirit would not stay
As he left his humble earthly abode
His Eternal Spirit touched my soul
(When my father died, I had not been
told that he was dead but suddenly
I knew just an internal thing..I felt him
brush against me as he went by..)
Contest:"Ghosts!"
Sponsor:Carolyn Devonshire
ripe acorns falling
squirrels' lush verdant abode
sequestered clearing
10th place
"Squirrel Haiku" Poetry Contest by Robert J Ligouri
2/22/22
There wild cats howl whole night!
Oh! But owls and dogs ain’t there.
(Let’s pray! a busty ***** appears out of nowhere
And bears big dogs.
And on old walnuts near the new house—
Old owls hoot,
And one beside our window!)
However, we’ll watch with the blue evenings,
Chaired on the porch,
Clasped hands, joining our cheek:
The moon—Half, and full,
Silently rises out of the not-far-away –
Gloomy forest.
And in the rocky mountains to the north
(Some sixteen miles away—
The lucky gujjars live in their lap.)
I’ll show you someday
When we visit our old house,
How whole night, the lights burn and go!
Happiness' abode
Each day a new fulfillment
Life's majestic robe.
Waking beside you
A heart pounding gentle notes
When I see your face.
Kisses to sweeten my day
Emotions to show your love.
My words only pale
Your love has made life complete
Hearts bound together.
The wheel twirls on the carpet of dusty gold;
Caressing a story yet untold...
The paddock filled with dancing green Mermaids;
The gaze in to eternal beauty fades...
Peaks Joyous of the breeze;
A kiss or two? What a tease...
The blazing golden ball high above;
Mellows down for a striking white dove...
Singing Nymphs luring with devotion;
beguilingly the hands set to motion...
Country road travel me to my humble adobe
Set me free of this grave load...
Haven 'til heaven.
Oasis while in exile.
Matrimonial love suite.
Ephemoral until eternity.
charcoal clouds
plunder unholy
bullets of rain
on window
panes of
pain
forlorn flutes
summon
crows & ravens
ebony eyes
hunger to
abduct a
pomegranate
ruby
in motions
of seeking
deeper depths
where words
drown spirits
mind spins
to lose
connection
disconnected
dwelling within
the soul's abode
whispers
soft & pure
direct
towards
a path
of lanterns
reflecting a
starry night
in each breath
in each sigh
like a flightless human
sore spirit soars
to realms
unseen
to worlds
unknown
silent
esoteric echoes
of mystic music
willingly
manipulate melancholy
as mute melodies
unlock gates of
Serenity &
sincerity
embracing stillness
silhouettes &
shadows dissolve
illuminating
the temple
of a
human heart's
soothed soul
resembling a
golden orb halo
transcending in
amber orange
horizons
free from confinement
Though I was child,
Yet had no fears,
Soon I grew adult,
Heart busted into tears.
Restless sleep, painful dreams
Always keeping up brew,
Malignant desires knocked at
Brain, to be practically true.
I wish me humble aged!
When lesser power avoids violence,
It is best age for rest,
As goes bald every sense,
Bloody youth is an evil abode,
So I loath my youth.
Wish shaky Skeleton groggy legs,
Even mouth having no tooth,
How a wonderful bed will be,
Quite silent and quadruped ,
Lucky person is might full,
Of dusty pillow under head.
Face covered in white lash.
Visionless eyes behind spectacles.
Ramshackle hand counting bead.
"Burden" other hand crook tackles.
For righteous and crafty,
Old is heaven and hell.
It is a life result,
Quite impossible to repel.
I will anxiously wait,
For taking last bath,
Will be embalmed in soil,
New destination, new path.
zaeem yousaf
Divine abode
Oldest cave temple
Saintly aura overwhelms
Abode for penance
Date Oct 29 2016
Contest Saints and sinners
Where is your abode
O flying -like-bird lady!
What's at Jaipur, and what's in Dehradun?
Do you fly to forests in sizzling summers ,and deserts in snowy winter?