Best Aglitter Poems
seeded in battle
growing amongst the death mass
weep
no longer in grief
blooming blooming high
veiny stem all aglitter
she
will outlive your fray
trusting the true gale
in her dance she instills mirth
cry
for the joys of life
Laura Breidenthal
March 28, 2016
For Mystic Rose’s Split Haiku Contest
She bounced right off the inkling
. . . . . . . . . golden rings and tinker bells winking
on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
through the galaxies spinning
. . . . . . . . . aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
atwist amidst anticipating ...
on Halley’s comet tail she flew
. . . . . . . . . in the genius of a snowflake parade
in search ... in search
. . . . . of something he once said
to the atmosphere on a cloudy
. . . . . . . . . day
over rooftops flurried in December snow
in a glance of her cosmic smile,
. . . . . . . . . she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
sang songs of fields of poppies soon
budding beneath the snow,
. . . . . . . . . and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
upon the world
and the earth shimmered in many colors
and gave praise
. . . . . . . . . and the angels came and fetched her up ~
and He smiled.
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Armed with little more than hope,
faith becomes your trusted shield.
For you believe in yourself,
and the confidence you wield.
The city's all aglitter,
while hunger's all too real.
And the flashing neon lights
camouflage how scared you feel.
You see, open bigotry;
redefining right and wrong.
And an unjust system; where
the weak empower the strong.
Wishes confetti the wind,
as paper dreams fly away.
And if that doesn't make you cry,
it is yourself: you betray.
Confronting a wicked world,
innocence is first to die.
For reality's ugly,
and Santa Claus is a lie.
" I CAN'T HEAR YOU WHEN YOU WHISPER "
you screech one final time,
so loudly that the walls between us shake
(Listen, listen, listen!)
I repeat, with fresh rebellion
but to you, it's just a whisper
so you hear nothing
'til my lips are at your grimy ear
and now it is too late
After I have done, you thump behind me down the cellar stairs, eyes aglitter
And leaning awkwardly against the roughened wall,
stare past me as I work
I may now speak my mind unmolested,
while you, of course, can make no further
comment
These shaken walls hold sentences for far too many ghosts
and tomorrow, I'll begin to tear them down
but for now, I eulogize at the height of my voice
so I can't hear you when you whisper
I’ve danced on tables
My boots laced high
I have that kinda style
Cognac in one hand
Tambourine in another
I go on for miles
Songs of sorrow
Songs of love
Sweeping the night time air
Stars all aglitter
A toast to you
Glasses raised high in the air
We sang and we danced
We laughed and romanced
Days that lasted forever
Now we look on
As they dance to our song
Our days have but gently ended
American Girls blankly stare
Where shadows lend the mood of dusk
And Harry Potter shares a shelf
With Curious George
Nearby the bed
On which I read
To my young girl …
Dream, sweet baby, sleep—
Now Hokies posters fill the wall
And school yearbooks mind the desk:
Distant, she is, across the state,
Having grown up, having grown up
And driven away
To live in a dorm:
Bound to happen,
Still, I wonder … why?
Here, in this bowl, a necklace she’s left
With faulty watch and various rings—
Oh! a ring, some day, diamond aglitter,
How will I cope? How will I cope?
Will my tears refrain
When the aisle I march,
Her hand on my arm
A glow on her face …
Will my tears refrain
When I give her away,
Give her away …
November 21, 2016
Past, Present, Future Poetry Contest
Nayda Ivette Negron, Sponsor
astronomers often describe
the path of their heavenly ride
far off in the distant night sky
defining what's higher than high
luminous wavelength emitters
heavenly hosts all aglitter
lost in gravitational trance
each dancing unique cosmic dance
charted starlight guiding the way
for ships sailing from bay to bay
Polaris, bright northerly guide
let Vikings plunder far and wide
bored dreamers plotted vague outlines
of gods sending out godly signs
marching celestial civilians
filling up space in the trillions
worshiped by ancient Egyptians
forger of earthly existence
ubiquitous light in darkness
warmth amid bitter cold harshness
no need for divine directive
only eclipsed by perspective
center of systems of being
without stars life's not worth seeing
And all the world is aglitter,
Bedecked in glamour’s lurid sheen,
Hearts fluttered by Mammon’s bluster,
Minds by vanity daily preened.
Shiny leather grants borrowed fame,
Flashlights blitz for the high-gloss game,
Brittle egos puffed to the seams,
Drab nights buffed by caviar dreams.
Bidding wars rage for high price tags,
Wallets open to sprinkle gold,
The comfort of a purchased glow,
Soothes all anxiety attacks.
Few know life’s greatest luxury,
Is fleeing money’s forgery.
Lemons and limes, in whims and rhymes
Reminding you softly of far better times
When the air was clear and the sun was hot
And you wasted your days lying half-dead on the lot
Lemons and limes, reminders of times
Where your pockets were emptied but of pennies and dimes
And the liquor store was where all your coins dropped
Onto the counter of that smelly and nasty old shop
Lemons and limes, without sugar too bitter
To swallow whole as tears set eyes bright aglitter
And pastimes too dull to carry on with for long
Before hot summer silence fell apart to fall song
Lemons and limes, those were simpler times
Now our summers become autumn and we work overtime
To make dollars in place of dimes and poor pennies
This wasn’t quite how we’d pictured living out our twenties.
It was a night of whispered words of love.
His voice caressed me like a romantic song
in the rich tones of an erotic melody
that made me tremble at his gentle touch.
I shall never forget that magical night...
Our eyes bright with moonbeams and love.
Hand in hand, we sat on my back porch.
I inhaled his scent as our lips met
Bodies close; a single shadow in the moonlight
Love's flames had been kindled
Witnessed by a myriad of dancing stars above
I thirsted for his kisses as flowers seek the dew
He awakened all my sleeping senses
when he brushed aside my tears of pleasure.
This boy, whose glances dispelled my fears,
appears in my dreams as a sweet memory
that comes unbidden to make my heart quicken.
First love holds a special place in my heart.
I can still feel my cheeks blush
when I remember the warmth of his touch.
On full moon nights, when stars are aglitter,
a secret smile plays across my lips.
September 25, 2021
A Lovely Memory Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Dewdrops
Dawn reflecting
Wakening glistening
Diamonds scattered cross the field
Meadow carpet radiance aglitter
Gems of nature deck the morning
Fleeting fading passing
Transient sparkle
Dewdrops
Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox!
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
Behind the curtain, and the veil, and the canopy
it's hard to find out what it's really meant to be.
The more you try to sort it out the higher is entropy,
and the most frequent solid answer comes: 'Maybe...'
The toughest question ever asked becomes a mirror
when, been unconcious, you expect to win the race.
Nevertheless don't aim so high: to gain a lira
in whole Big Life, even the cause's hard to embrace.
The path which leads to heavy boots and hidden meanings
is begging you in any case not to enroll.
'Cause almost all backpackers used to end up gleaning
the shattered, smashed aglitter aureole.
Some soon discovered the mysterious misfortune
in the peculiar mist of graveside near the bank
where river Thames is joining Styx, where have been tortured
the smartest ever. With their heart on poisoned fang
of folly beast named Mental Heresy Disorder
they have been burnt, and squeezed, and hung on careless tongue.
They only wanted to get rid of pungent odour
of universal lies, which still fills our lungs.
The others realized the bitter tear,
(which's always following the greatest of the world
with hidden grin and buried misery and fear)
dug down inch and miles, raised up and pearled.
The big mistake for all will be to join this drifting
and try so hard to solve all puzzles of the Sphinx,
but, anyway, there is no stunt without shifting
when you're not allowed to leave behind some links.
13.03.2013
NikA
Faeries of the winter,
lacy ice aglitter.
Faeries in the mist,
Mother Nature’s kiss.
Faeries in daylight,
spectral delights.
Faeries on the waters,
Neptune’s lovely daughters.
Faeries in the park,
how the doggies bark.
Faeries in the evening,
gardens they are weeding.
Faeries of the spring,
ethereally singing.
Faeries of the flowers,
vibrant colored Powers.
Faeries in the greenery,
mystic flickering scenery.
Faeries in the summer,
inside of blossoms slumber.
Faeries in the roses,
planting colored posies.
Faeries in the fall,
colors that enthrall.
Faeries painting love,
blessed gifts from above.
1-31-2023
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem from the second half of 2022 Poetry Contest
Julia Ward
We felt tiny,
Her hand in mine
Upon that strand,
Sundown’s rich show
Of indigo
And pink, lush hues
To darkness washed,
True pitch in which
Pale surf, aglow,
Whooshed, foaming in
‘Neath stars, aglitter,
So infinite—
Oh! flecks we were,
Mere motes until
My arms I wrapped
Around my wife
And, lost in love,
We shared a kiss:
Wide world, sea vast,
Eternal sky
Then faded all
To naught.