Best Aesthetic Poems
Aesthetic Autumn
Oh scarlet sunset your red hue,
Vermilion shades with crimson too,
Match my favorite season's shades
O'er woodlands and bright gilded glades
Trees claim rust, orange, brown and gold,
What a stunning sight to behold!
Soft rain combined with wayward wind
Refreshes trees as drops descend.
As dancing, twirling leaves depart
Their susurrate song stills my heart.
3-3-22
A poem lovely as a Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
“A poem lovely as autumn”
First posted 10-1-18
She wanders through the town in the morning light, the firemaker's daughter, with her brilliant eyes. Her hair is wild and blazing red, and her steps are light as she walk, she treads.
She carries the flame magic, her father's gift that bears his name. She keeps the fires burning hot and bold, and her stories are fascinating and never get old.
The firemaker's daughter, with a lovely heart, she gives her warmth, her refined soul. Her excitement is unbounded as she dances in the flames, and her laughter echoes, warm and tidal.
In the blackness of the night, she is a beacon of light, her flames alight, a guiding sight. The firemaker's daughter is a force to be reckoned with. Her spirit was fiery, and her story was unknown.
Nature's beauty is exclusive
Rivers flowing water somewhere
Is there a booming sea
So is that the calm lake somewhere
Nature's unique ever
Ever moving shadows
Then sometimes silence
Nature is exclusive
Sometimes sky turns blue, red, yellow
Sometimes it's clouded by black and white clouds,
Nature is exclusive
Sometimes the sunshine illuminates the sun
So sometimes within the dark night, the moon stars twinkle
Nature's love is exclusive
Ever dry dust blows
So sometimes a sheet of greenery is roofed
Nature's love is exclusive
Somewhere the sun hides during acorner,
So it comes out of the opposite corner startling,
Nature's love is exclusive
More or less into pinks and blues,
But also love coolest spectral hues.
Ugly because am Black as the Raven but white as a dove,
Ugly because I am a man yet act like a child,
Ugly because I try to be humble yet my Pride articulate,
Ugly because I can't find love Nd I keep trying hard,
Ugly because I am a great thinker but Dormant in my actions,
Ugly because I am Precious but still not Worthy,
Ugly because I trust easily yet betrayed daily
Ugly because I am a King but still the world sees a pauper,
Ugly to the transgressor only because I see the LIGHT.
Ugly to the society because We speak the TRUTH.
I love watching documentaries of nature,
Full of enchanting momentous adventure,
But my favourite by far is the ocean,
As it beckons and teasingly invites us
To look at a world we could never
Imagine, serene, silent, secretive,
Spectacular, incredible, and daring,
In a magical way breathtakingly alluring,
My heart resides with the passionate,
Who proudly, and painstakingly
Dive and venture into oceans and
Waters unknown, allowing us to peep,
Into an azure Aqualand, insanely so deep,
Where incredible species of fish and
Outrageous phenomenal plant life,
Astonish and mesmerize human life,
Never to bid us farewell,
As stories spanning eras magically spell,
Bound us, invoke fantasies back to
The beginning of time when galaxies
Looked down and with infectious delight,
Smiled wisely upon our planet
With a knowing, futuristic magnetic,
Mischievousness, enjoying it’s
Confounding aesthetic
Layers of anonymity, of underwater history
Until finally one beautiful day,
Pandora’s box opens revealing to us our
Oceans mystery.
I marvel at knowledge collected,
Intensely reported and documented,
So please don't pollute our oceans so vast,
And promise to keep such, forever to last.
Sparks of golden quarks
Amazing particles of heart
Pyrotechnic shower
Too fine
Almost from cloud nine
Rise from the articulation-flood
In the fulfilled flow of fascinated blood
As effusive praise in Aha and Wows
The moment a poet finished an Urdu shayari in a mood of sunset
Like in the couplet:
“If someone were to listen, one thing I will opine
Love is not a crime forsooth it is grace divine”
in a poetry soiree
in a gleaming evening
I can see in the frame of my mind’s eye
Those soul-sparkles in a diamond glow
With jaws distended in a gape
In a variety of shape
Beautifully blowing up
By the chorus of wows, and wah wah
In the wake of delivery of the rhythmic couplets and quatrains
Fine grains of pain
Pomegranates in pleasure
In poetry or shayari
Also called “Sher”
And then the sparklers from the listeners taking illuminated seats
On the trees in the garden
Looking resplendent with those fireworks of satisfaction
Grand vocal pyrotechnics of the artistic colors inside our soul
Our whole world now at the goals of releasing
The ingrained heat and light
Into softly loud appreciation and approval from the aroused assembly
Of pink interest
An aesthetic quest
in the bird-like flying of the eloquent firework
The sophisticated atomizer of stirring pyro-spark
A soul-stirring recital followed by the sparks of applause
From the embers of the latter arise another shayari
On goes the reciprocation
Of passionate oral fireworks of elation
Quarks in the pulse
Shower of polished spark
In sublimation of our basic dark
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June 5, 2016
For: Fireworks for Me – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
Note: 1) Shayari is a musical form of Urdu poetry… - Wikipedia 2) Wah - Used typically to express admiration -Oxford Dictionaries ( Internet)
Trees are amazing and surprising
They are both productive and attractive
Tree species come in different varieties
There exist deciduous and non deciduous
When drought strike
They either evade or defend
and when the weather behave
They nourish and flourish
And form lucrative aesthetics
Plant a tree, get aesthetics for free
Awe-inspiring morning
Adorable sun shine
A nice day to start with
Admired by the nature
All set to write poems
About the alluring
And enchanting beauty
If you’ve ever sat in a dimly lit restaurant
with garlands wrapped around
its egg-shell glossy moldings
listening to the faint sound of wine glasses clinking,
amongst the pitter-patter of an unfamiliar crowd
in a late December night,
you know the feeling
It’s like a cross between Deja-vu and an epiphany
- it tells you that ‘yes, you have a good life.
This is a good thing.
The boy holding your hand loves you,
and the people at this table are happy,’
but it also tells you ‘something is missing.
This is right in all the wrong ways.
They are happy, but you are not.’
And at that moment, life is laid out in front of you;
stitched into the silk napkin above your dinner plate.
It’s a mirage of
everything you want,
everything you need, and
everything you are grateful for
but it dawns on you that,
these three things do not coincide.
There isn’t anything else to do
on a night like this,
besides fade in and out
of the conversation ringing in your right ear.
But you still listen to the glasses that continue
to clink cheerfully and the chit-chat around you
because maybe you’ll get up and leave this life behind.
But then again, maybe not.
A part of you still wants to savor it.
A part of you still wants to honor it.
So you do
The beauty is
aesthetic and
static.
When in moving,
We desire watching
the silence,
Static and beautiful
shapes.
When freeze;
The fleeting beauty
of a dance.
From silence, to the
sound of trumpets.
What we really want,
We do not know.
Let the moon speak to you, my dear
In the cold bright nights of December
Let the breeze pass through your skin
Halt___ close your eyes, ___ let the dew sink in
Listen! Her gossips with the glimmering Stars
And the timid whispers of the Waves, in charm
Sit, in the foot of an ancient tree
Let the moon see herself in thee
Feel the silver light, the calm, The breeze
The dancing shadows of tiny leaves...
Let's lose ourselves in the aesthetic Nature
Let it nourish and purgate our souls!
29th December, 2020
(11:30 pm)
Paghunda Zahid
poetry
excellent, delightful
reading, publishing, editing
pantoum, diamante, sonnet, verse
writing, posting, delivering
long, short
essay
art
beautiful, amazing
drawing, painting, sketching
origami, sculpture, portrait, mural
sewing, carving, waving
creative, unique
craft
music
fast, slow
singing, playing, humming
hip-hop, country, orchestra, symphony
conducting, interpreting, dancing
sad, happy
drama
Jan. 16,2023 9.10pm
I’ve fallen in love multiple times.
and I’ll fall in love again.
When the stranger plodding around the terrace,
woolgathering much like me
below a sky that dipped itself in a teasing pink,
cast a smile at me,
her eyes glimmering against the infant light of the moon,
and waved,
I fell in love.
When the soaring rises of brick and cement,
towering gloriously beneath a velvet coat,
painted amorously in ochre, gold and auburn
like autumn leaves that crackle under my boots,
stood there gorgeously amidst the wails of vehicles
embellished by the whooshing wind of an unknown sea,
I fell in love.
When a child of four walked up to me,
with expectant eyes twinkling on a suffered visage,
his feet so tiny that they more hopped than walked,
his clothes tattered and ragged against a skin
testimony to endurance and resilience,
with hope for light in the folded hollow of his palms--
which light kindled in the bliss that his face beamed when
we shared a champ together--
I fell in love.
when I hooked on earrings embroidered with pink
simply because I love pink on me,
worshipped my neck with a silver chain
that complemented its subtleties with delicacy yet passion;
then painted my lips in a hue near maroon
just because I liked the way maroon made me feel confident,
and sat on a stool on the desolate balcony,
a cup in one hand smelling of caffeine,
a pen in another,
scribbling in the air till it found
words worthy enough to describe this
me
you
us
I fell in love again.
Like an iris in soil
You brought me from deep under
As I rose with your nurture
I embraced the warmth of this mundane realm
Like a sword to a samurai
You clasped me in your affectionate grip
As you unsheathed me
Staining me with nature's blood
Forging me into a hardened warrior
One of winsome strength
My war would be fought on two fronts
One of love
The other euphoria