Best Aerie Poems
*****Anyone who knows my poetry knows how I often use Greek mythology in my works. This poem revolves around the idea of the moon longing to become 'into being' so as to be with Venus, whom is represented in Greek mythology as beauty itself. I found the whole idea appealing and very fitting to romance******
In her sweet palace Venus dreamed a million loves....
....and blew many a kiss from rainbow terraces above,
oft in the jealous gaze of Silver Joy, the 'Elven Moon'
that shines for her employ, and fantasize he ----
How moonlit his face was upon her wanton court;
if only his beams could become as flesh
and feel her love in the high places of the world.....
Thus he would erect her likeness in earth's every corner,
where the roses must grow 'neath her lovely,
and what blooms would bless!
and smite all things unhallowed;
She gazed upon him most fondly in his fullness,
and felt his night-kiss on her lips,
in the soft of summer.....
gentle o'er the mountains,
his lunar eye did confess, a midnight matrimony;
..... the mid-month, as much man as moon
and could but touch her in his witching-hour power;
Through her silken curtains as a moonbeam god,
the gaze of a thousand Lords.....
when Venus strolled her many walks
aerie-dressed in her balmy breezed gowns,
naked with stardust wine;
When none would love her,
not even Aries! ----
but the moonlit night....
his breath upon her brow, (and her feminine lush)
And danced she her little waltz with him
(fair maiden of the moon)
Categories:
aerie, moon, mythology, romance,
Form:
Romanticism
*****This poem inspired me to show or make sentient as possible a woman of special appeal, which provided an apt challenge of my poetic Powers. Such words as 'countenance opulent' 'L'Amour and debonair' and the rhyming structure creates the 'magic third' as Bach said of music; this exists throughout much of my works. I am a professional guitar player, lead guitar; my sense of timing and feel --- creativity, must have helped my poetic abilities since music is poetry in motion. To express oneself sincerely is good enough, yet why the expression? What makes the poet express a line, stanza or the poem itself?*****
A softer silk she came,
with tresses as a willow
weeps long to seeking love;
Her air as stars and moons,
of countenance opulent,
L'Amour and debonair;
Whose eyes seek the hidden bloom....
(such goddess of slender strides
and aerie chimes)
She hath not heard of death ----
knows it not,
and only life knows her,
for a softer silk she came
Endeared she whose lips speak as rushing waters
and mellow cinnamon climes,
whose whisper furled Apollo
and all the rhyme he felled;
Whose ear heard never a temptress distant knell,
nor some grim hades from some bitter-wrought hell,
for 'o what a chartered hope,
the lovely of her spell!
Categories:
aerie, beauty, romance, woman,
Form:
Romanticism
Hark! The mighty sage’s quill,
Leaves remnants of genius, still.
Reminding me of richer days,
Where wines could really come to age;
And gods among the people dwelled,
In works of master poet’s felled.
Where aerie tales and thoughts of fancy,
Awaken something everlasting.
The faded thoughts of vestments tore,
Through mournful tales of days of yore.
I bore inquisitive insight,
To mouth a masterpiece delight;
Reciting thoughts from Edgar Poe,
In poetry and foul-like prose.
And as I muttered, “Nevermore”,
I pondered on his lost Lenore;
A femme who captivated thought,
His inspiration to the plot.
And in his wording wizardry,
So haunted by his imagery,
Moves me to expound wanton lyrics
To every soul who dares to hear it.
And with immense humility --
No pen shall cite as good as he.
Categories:
aerie, history, nostalgia, on writing
Form:
Couplet
~Beautiful Faerie~
(Modern American Sonnet)
Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful Fairy!
Where are thee so very beautiful maid?
The day outside is turning so aerie
And all the light now it's nearing to fade
Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful Fairy!
With beautiful eyes the color of jade
And delicious lips the color of cherry
And a very sweet smile I can't evade
Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful fairy!
Without you the sky its becoming nightshade
Need find you again my beautiful fairy
You! The one, with the eyes the color of jade
Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful Fairy!
With sweet coral lips the color of cherry.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2004
May.05.2016
~Author's Notes:
A Modern American Sonnet.
Categories:
aerie, beautiful, beauty, fairy, fantasy,
Form:
Sonnet
~Beautiful Faerie~
(Rhyme)
Beautiful Faerie,Beautiful Faerie
Where are thee beautiful maid
The day outside is turning so aerie
And the light it's nearing to fade.
Beautiful Faerie, Beautiful Faerie
With eyes the color of jade
And lips the color of cherry
And a sweet smile I can't evade.
Beautiful Faerie, Feautiful faerie
Without you the sky its becoming nightshade
I need to find you again My Beautiful Faerie
You! the one with the eyes the color of jade.
Beautiful Faerie,Beautiful Faerie
With the eyes the color of jade!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,13,2015
Categories:
aerie, fairy,
Form:
Rhyme
******This poem had special appeal to me in that a friend had brought up that I had a talent for poetry and he encouraged me to write more. I was very proud of this piece, which was written at one of my 'hideaways' where I find inspiration; nature poetry or what some call 'nature erotica'. This poem was anthologized, which makes me feel rather fortunate, since a publisher requested it among many other poets and great poems. I think I finally 'saw' what my friend had after it was officially published*****
Amid the sylvan shade,
the footpaths teem with wooded laugh,
the sylph she giggles atop aerie slumber,
tickled in soft-slender breeze;
the nectar dews,
meady-moss and carpet-leaves,
juniper and berry-sweet breath
She sings amid the sylvan shade
nothing to do but sigh and dream
her wanton-wistful way
The glade whispers wishes (weening)
tempered hush,
echoed odes of faerie-tongue forgotten rhyme,
But for the meadow and vale,
aerie eagle cries,
none has come but I;
to sit and ponder, and listen -----
homage,
amid the sylvan shade
Categories:
aerie, mythology, nature, peace,
Form:
Classicism
" I wandered lonely as a cloud "
~William Wordsworth ~
Shook away by solemn persuasive wind,
I felt as though fallen from my splendor;
Leaves of red, yellow, green and every kind,
Seemed, yet, showing me fraternal ardor;
Ash, maple, aspen, alder and cherry,
All as though in ninth clouds; aerie Fairy...!
Lonely butterfly that hovers around,
Snail that strolls like a toddler on green grass;
The sun marching like Zeus fiery gold crowned,
Streams gleaming luminous like crystal glass;
These are sojourners on this earth transient,
Like me tents set in scenes so ambient...!
Like wavelets in gentle breeze I ripple,
Blown by trade winds newer lands I explore;
Weather transitions my movements cripple,
Zeal and zest, yet, like child, in me does soar;
Lilies, Croton and asters bid goodbye,
Figs, plums, pears and peaches in surprise, sigh...!
In dark, constellations fashion-parade,
Aries, Virgos and Pisces like sprites fly;
Moon, like cut-silver-cake in shade gets fade,
Stars, like brides in diamond rings, wry in shy;
Love, to forlorn fall-leaves, the nature shows,
Loneliness has its joys; a poet knows…!
20 September 2022
I Wandered Lonely As --- Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
Syllables checked in How-many-syllables
Categories:
aerie, autumn, nature, poets,
Form:
Lyric
There once was a Chihuahua named Hairy
Wispy as air, white his hair, and scary
Like a ghost he'd appear
Quiet, soft as cashmere
Sometimes it seems he's dropped from the aerie
aerie( aer-y or ey-rie) 1. a lofty nest of any bird...2. a house, fortress, or the like. located high on a hill or mountain
Inspired by: Team Poetry Soup
Contest: Funny Kid's Poem Contest
Written: October 09, 2015
Categories:
aerie, funny, pets,
Form:
Limerick
Breaking of a new dawn we all await
with loved ones, friends and family so dear,
sharing all our God’s wonderful blessings,
enjoy the last day in festivity;
In hope for more graces this coming year,
pray’rs … best wishes for all on the aerie!
For new year, new surprises, new life’s guests
are welcomed on first day with joyful noise,
dances, blowing trumpets, party music lighting firecrackers, we sing together;
Reunited to give love ,all rejoice!
Embrace the New Year, forgive each other.
Breaking of a new dawn we all await ,
for new year, new surprises, new life’s guests.
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Jan. 8, 2016 11.35
HM
Contest: Cornish Sonnet
Judged: 1/16/2016
Sponsor: Poet Craig Cornish
Categories:
aerie, new year,
Form:
Sonnet
I will ride the thermals on golden wing
Through feathers the breeze shall sing
And all below shall win my eye
From tranquil clouds and cerulean sky
Dip and dive in a sun so bright
This golden coat of pure delight
Wings shall span and shadows cast
Primary coverts against the sun contrast
And to the aerie I shall glide
Where love is found at my lovers side
This craggy peak shall ethereal flow
Two hearts sated in sunsets glow
Primary coverts: outer wing feathers.
Categories:
aerie, lifesun,
Form:
Couplet
Paying no tribute to the craggy outcroppings
of its lofty aerie,
this sentinel of freedom takes its leave.
Soaring with the courage of a Feudal Warrior,
proud of his nobility, secure in his repute.
Floating effortlessly on
Zephyrus winds sweeping wave,
as if he were its only passenger.
His keen vision sees mortality
and dispenses it out of necessity
with irreproachable honesty and no regrets.
Fiercely challenging the bounds of earth and heavens,
he knows no foe, save one.
One whose frailty of condition
can't perceive of this natural independence,
and knows not of its integrity.
In spite,do prevail great raptor,
and with you carry hope
that will nourish us all,
your nest bound hatchlings.
Categories:
aerie, beauty, freedom, imagery, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
In the spring of 1880 young Clifford Griffin immigrated from England to Colorado.
The death of his fiancee left him bereft and he was searchin' for his El Dorado.
He settled in Silver Plume where he and his brother bought the Seven Thirty Mine.
Clifford and his brother Heneage became very rich from ore that assayed very fine!
With all his riches, Clifford chose to live in his lonely cabin above the town.
His only companion was his treasured violin which he played with some renown!
His melancholy melodies wafted down from his mountain aerie 'most every night,
To be heard by the whiskey-guzzlin' hard-scrabble miners to their delight!
Clifford always dressed in black, enjoyed fine cigars and was quite the dashin' bloke!
He seemed content with his solitary life and in business was as solid as an oak!
Alas, death cast its gloomy pall high above Silver Plume one moonlit night.
Instead of sweet violin music, a single shot was heard that left the town affright!
Next morn his mortal remains were found in a grave he'd dug for himself alone.
His heart-broken brother found the pistol with which his brains he had blown.
A grand monument was erected atop the mountain just above Silver Plume,
At the very spot where Clifford lay midst the ponderosa and Columbine bloom!
Mysterious events now occur on that lonely mountainside accordin' to local lore!
'Tis said on moonlit nights sad violin music is heard below on the valley floor!
Folks have seen a black-clad phantom smokin' a cigar and drawin' a bow,
Playin' melancholy music and a wraith in Clifford's likeness a-swayin' to and fro!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Carol Eastman's "Story Poem" Contest
Categories:
aerie, death, mystery,
Form:
Ballad
As I soared at forty-thousand feet strapped in the aluminum-tubed aerie,
Racing through my skull was a tune made famous by Peter, Paul and Mary!
They made leaving on a jet plane sound so very romantic and swell!
Contrary to their soothing ballad, mine was the flight from hell!
Ah, the thrill of going through the security check still lingers,
Recalling a most "touching" pat-down by Freddy Feely Fingers!
I had to remove my belt, shoes and the change from my pockets,
And open my carry-on bag to prove I had no guns or rockets!
I was "squoze" betwixt two guys leaning on my shoulders snoring!
One was built like Hulk Hogan - the other as fat as Herman Goring!
A squalling kid hollered for the entire trip! I suffered beyond belief!
I ordered a Manhattan on the Rocks in hopes of finding blessed relief!
About the flight, I told Betty Boop the attendant, "I'm tired of this fuss!
Next time I travel I'll skip all this nonsense and ride a Greyhound bus!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
NOTE: I've suffered through many such flights wondering if the agony
would ever end!
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Songs to Poetry" Contest
Categories:
aerie, humorous, travel,
Form:
Sonnet
A lone cottonwood tree stands on the rolling Colorado plain.
A rippling stream flows nearby, its existence to sustain.
Its lofty branches reach for the pristine Colorado sky.
Tho' badly scarred, the ravages of time it continues to defy.
I tarry 'neath its welcoming shade to muse about its past.
For a century or more it has witnessed the passage of time so vast.
Why did this sturdy sentry survive when others fell away,
Yet, shedding a blizzard of cottony snow each ensuing May?
I wonder if it was a landmark beacon for hardy pioneers,
As they traveled e'er westward seeking new frontiers.
Perhaps a patrol of cavalry paused 'neath its welcome shadow,
To take respite from their weary trek across the sere plateau.
Scars remain where buffalo scratched their hides upon its bole.
I suspect that it was a sanctuary for graceful antelope on patrol.
I could imagine a majestic eagle perched atop its aerie,
Reposing from its search for prey across the endless prairie.
Rustling leaves startled me from my nostalgic reverie.
Were phantoms of the past gathering about this very special tree?
I felt as tho' God considered this solitary tree renowned.
I respectfully withdrew, sensing I'd intruded upon sacred ground!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
aerie, naturetree, time, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
The majestic eagle preens itself as a brilliant new day is born,
Flexing its lithesome wings to prepare for its daily bourne.
The rising sun enhances it exquisite gilded plumage.
Gentle zephyrs will uphold its wings, its flight to assuage.
From atop a craggy tor where nestles its rustic aerie,
It surveys its domain, rugged mountain and rolling prairie.
From its lofty perch, it spots vistas mere man will never see,
Anon to ride the surging winds, its earthly bonds to flee!
Stretching its powerful wings ready to begin the day,
It sets about that eternal quest to seek its daily prey.
Aerobatic savvy it will use and hunting skills it will test,
To fill is needs and the gaping maws of eaglets in the nest!
Other winged creatures flee when its clarion scream is heard.
'Tis perilous to invade the territory of this raptorial bird.
The august eagle displays a most imposing aerial ballet,
As it swiftly and silently descends upon its hapless prey!
It is apt that the eagle is the symbol of these United States.
There are so many venerable traits that in each equates.
Cleared-eyed vision, firm resolve and imposing nobility,
Meeting all challenges and dangers with stalwart versatility!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
aerie, bird,
Form:
Rhyme