Best Ambrosian Poems
Like your favorite ambrosian juice and long caramel series, there's always an end. Everything has an end. The arcane rainbow, the beating rain, your aching pain. Hunger is a feeling, and to conquer it, you must feed it.
The strongest things are buried
beneath the ground, in the dark, in the unknown and to know how much you can hold, you must reach your threshold.
As powerful as the motley moon, it’s not full every nebulous night. Even the purified stars disappear. Your beauty doesn’t rest only in fullness, It blooms in your maroon mistakes,
your balmily imperfections, and your empyreal past. You do not exist without
them—hold them like a teddy, sing a pumpkin lullaby and let it be your Nexus.
For just like you, what holds the trees are unseen. Be it your resin fears or your shrinking folds, your amort traumas or flaming losses, give them a chance to win,
Whatever you give power to,
controls everything you have control over.
when something breaks,
it never returns to what it was.
It either stays unfixed or is made into something better. Every grain I’ve lost
gave me a chance for something more.
The beauty of the tangerine
sea glass lies in the turns of the tumult storms and corpulent tides. Some things aren’t seen, yet create the best results.
For what we become, we dream, and to dream, we must live. Like life, dreams are tunnels and we must sway through.
In that dark journey lies a vessel—yourself.
Flowers and thorns both exist in that path,
but you must know that you are not alone.
There’s an end to sadness, uncertainty, failure, rejection, and heartbreak.
But to fully sink into goodness, you must first be buried in the fins of kismet.
The thick padded clouds show their thighs, but can never stop the skylight or the rain. What I become, I become. What I seek, I seek. What seeks me, answers me first. For all the lives I couldn't live, embrace me in the next. And for all the dreams I couldn’t dream, wake me up in the next.
Categories:
ambrosian, change, cheer up, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
I wrestle symbolically every day,
While whisking my whimsical mind
For palatable aroma of java-laced cream
Each tantalizing sip satiates soul scarcity,
I taste dopamine-inducing elixir
Idly percolating aromas amplify, blissfully
My psyche turns olfactory with each breath
Savoring pureness of quench coffee
True coffee lovers' sacred rite
Bred from mountain slope flora
Large, roasted grains
Combined with chives
Espresso of our selection
Invigorating the poetic muse.
A cloying symphony lingers
Caramel, chocolate, hints
Roasted beans croon a melody
Susurrous sumptuous surreptitious
startling soul's sempiternal shields
Java ushered to an ambrosian niche
Where time halts and fears sway
All worries dissolve
Java-infused serenade heals this soul.
Weary-treating opulent, black potion
Comforting and cheering
Sips reveal life's essence
A hint of sonata transcends clash
Every sip is a sensory delight
A fabulous favor, a flavor flipping
Utopian bitterness-sweetness mix
An inexhaustible smorgasbord style.
Aphonic aqua vitae aurifies my soul
Seeking solace in stories of slight delights
In this brew, I uncover truth
A breath of blissfulness brings youth
Let aroma spread as I sip and relish
Nurturing and boldening my soul
I am enamored with Java core virtues
An idyllic instant resolves everything
Breath to breathe, I'll purify my soul
Savor and sustain every drop
During my coffee ritual
Feel a link to a bit victual.
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy, appreciation, character,
Form:
Free verse
it is my lady
it is my love
and so the story unfolds
of the passions fervor holds deep
where the heartbreaks searching
for a modicum more time
between the decision does the
nightingale or lark sing
repeated over and over
an echo of the heart
spanning untold generations
when our helpless eyes fall
into that delicious abyss of love
from whence we cast to fate
the exquisite moments when lips taste
the ambrosian fruit of paradise
when arms embrace no longer a dream
we become a ship at sea
in the net of time
fair or foul weather we sail
for it is love that life survives
it is love that gives meaning
and somewhere between the songs
of birds lost in the heavenly notes
we linger in the arms of love
whether caught in the pinions
or left in the mocking bird's call
an appeal for a mate
we continue in the fault
of our stars, locked in a headlong rush
to close any separation
where continents perchance merge
where paradise erupts in appetites
that must be satiated
with every breath
life triumphs in its growth
the delicate morsel in the heaven of lips
where roses have no fear of lingering
love always asks
can i tarry here but a moment more
can this kiss become eternity
can this embrace meld
into the infinity of longing come true
one more moment of your lips
one more moment with the lavender rose
in your eyes
it is behind that veil we will learn
moments are forever
OKC 7/22
Categories:
ambrosian, love,
Form:
Romanticism
Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn
Who said I'm wedded to whimsy, lilac looks?
to all those who gifted me
countless worries through the years.
Simply silhouettes in my rear—view mirror.
I sail past rhyming reefs,
of my quest faintly reflecting
Why should I let them define me anymore?
I make mistakes; so what?
my heart is full of love and ambrosian words—
it shines with rhapsody.
my hands can heal amidst the severest pain.
my mind envision cures
for sparkling vanilla—algae tears.
Tidal teals whisper tales that truly transform.
Despite doubts in glittering, grape-colored gales,
I'll face them as the north star kisses the sea.
I will rise and face them head on,
while history hisses at my heels.
I'll sustain my anxieties for what they are — illusions
with a clairvoyant cape and rivulets unraveled
what matters is now
what matters is my striving
what matters is the rise
toward rebellious rainbows
and what I require,
as a necklace of seashells
worn and stained with sepia
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy, character,
Form:
Ode
Written: Mars 1st, 2024
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Spring sonata serenades a zest of love bloom
Daffodils dance, tulips swing, birds sing and fly
Azure sky, brilliant sun, and young leaves sway
Love serenade, rising sonata, flower dance
Beauty blooms as birds sing a harmonious song
Spring sonata, heavenly bequest, a gift of love.
Solo sings soulfully, squandering souls sturdily
Sweet sparrows swing the spring stratum
Spirits swagger solemnly, satiated, and stiff
Sleepy seraphic spirits seek a simulacrum
Sumptuous sequential slim spending spree.
Relaxing on emerald grass in comely spring sun
Her soul felt fluid and fastidious as a feather
Fantastic "Feel finical to thaw me in your hand!"
It's tough to tackle thorny tremors in the chest
Luscious peaks can be a day impetus sonata.
Relax, holding my hand to my bosom
Quixotic susurrus rises akin to breeze
Oh, idyllic souls, still replete with enthusiasm!
From hilltop, sky, and earth, sojourn equidistant
Glance into my eyes to witness ambrosian bliss.
Stay silent—your heartbeat discourse to mine
Recall our zealous fantasy vista from this peak
Our quest blesses us with a stupendous soul leap
Your doe eyes shatter, while we're placid
As mortals, pain is a mongrel, eternal mate.
Let's linger till the sun auric dust felicitously flecks
Stories of orbs vanishing and raw ones emerge
As placebo silence decays, a peace aura arises
Night's envious gaze descry us from distance
Back, we'll transcend limits and obscurity.
Embrace the waltz of my Moonlight Sonata
Follow to fancy a whimsical odyssey!
Nodding off with drowsy eyelids
I collocate my corpulent core with you
My moonlight sonata, you induce anguish in my soul.
Categories:
ambrosian, appreciation, love, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Written: December 19, 2023
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In silken sheen of grace
with gleaming, auric strings
wedged ambrosian wonder;
once shown in ancient space
tough, spark us to ponder.
In silken sheen of grace
and I stroked the mauve scent,
and snow fell on the frame
with all plush of my heart
I sense it least would claim.
In silken sheen of grace,
I searched for unique yarns
what a charmed loom may pose
that caught the season's bloom;
they held their blossoms close.
In silken sheen of grace
the hazy breath of gold
the zooming, meager flame,
Its charm shielding my heart,
counting each one by name.
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy, art, dream, inspirational,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
Written: February 24, 2024
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Moonbeams kindle ambrosian dreams
Love evolves on auric gleams
A gem in space, a costly pearl, a Luna
Fetching felicitous feelings, a fervid fawn
In this wassail ethereal area, hearts soar
I was awestruck by the lambent moon
Glittering gems, gilded in dull dust
Vanity surpasses a chimeric spell
A cromulent devotee, in awe
Emerald aureola, blazing high star
Heavenly memoir amphorae
Sew love from words in utter gaze.
Toed moon syntax tonight
In our bucolic spot, love will thrive
We are those who wield abilities of orbs
Sparse straps, splitting stripes
Love outshines crimson swirls
Sapphire adorns translucent tulips
Sturgeon Roe names cast in crystal
Sipping strawberries spoils serene seas
My love infused a porcelain spirit
Sketch my comely soul
Let me breathe your raspy hiccups
Believe me—beyond oblivion
Your Zinnia blooms gambol my heart
Gorgeous, lost in a well-woven nimbus
Fugacious felicity and fluff on fiery flowers
Rising flames, faint shooting, conflict.
Outside orbs offer otherworldly orbits
Deciphering diaphanous riddles
Could night cherubs grasp our grace?
Classic clear cloud cores
A balmy silk breeze hides enigmas
Covered below perseid colors
Your dulcet eyes sparkled dimly
Rose-tuned praise of cyan candidness
Via velvety vintage valleys, vivid verse vests
Beleaguer back the fire of our waltz
The moonlight lifts our mellifluous breath
Dreams soar in tangerine skies.
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy, appreciation, beauty, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
Written: May 15, 2024 For Jay Narain Contest
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Summer's sunshine tingles the lavender bloom.
It bestows an idyllic and aureate mood in the room.
A serene spa as fears vanish and peace beams.
A sumptuous sanctum and mellifluous dream.
Royal purple, orchid, with the silky grace of a lilac.
A rush of passion and altruism, and a smile to luck.
A panacea for a jaded soul, a cornucopia of peace.
A pleasing pastiche in which hurdles seek release.
Stench of lavender recalls an elixir, syrupy but real.
A dulcet wassail is charming luxurious, and ideal.
Amphorae filled with flower oil, ambrosian ariose.
An oasis of quietness bliss and no mood morose.
From soil to sun, sand to scent, appeal is copious.
A healing hum, gentle grasp, evoke in you Proteus
Lavender aroma bestows a lovely easing balm.
A whisper of coolness, a spirit devoid of harm.
Categories:
ambrosian, appreciation, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: April 29, 2024 For Regina Regina Mcintosh Contest
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Meeting her will drown me with her love,
It will express pride and bliss from above.
Her glance involved an ambivalent dream,
Her smile is ambrosian whenever we team.
I will cry with her and soothe her fears,
Lend her comfort and wipe away her tears.
Her love shakes my soul with an auric beat,
Love blooms amid a full moon in aquiver heat.
When I fall in love, I will bestow my all,
It arises during alertness, sleep, or crawl.
As an ariose bloom, I am free in her grasp,
Time slips in her hold, as love vows a clasp.
When I fall in love—I cherish every turn,
Under the pretense of perpetual concern.
With a look and a grin, you had me awed,
Heart fire, in love—descry mist, not flawed
As I fell in love—I will miss her as she left,
In every departure, my heart grows a cleft.
Two souls lost in heavenly love now merge,
Love anew, with each dawn submerge.
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
How ambrosian night that darkens so,
To guide me to my rest.
And in the stillness, I do know
That I am truly blessed.
Where a favored Book lights up my eyes,
As I read by candlelight.
And in the quiet, I realize
The peace that comes with the night.
The worries of the day are gone,
As I slip into my bed.
And in the silence, I am drawn
To thoughts of love and grace instead.
At night, I am alone
With my thoughts and my dreams.
And in the quiet, I have grown
Closer to the Lord, it seems.
So let the nightfall gently come,
And lead me to my rest.
For in the darkness, I have found
The blessings I love best.
Written: June 10, 2023
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy, appreciation, dream, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: August 05, 2025, for contest Marathon Mile 3 Poetry Contest / Sponsor- Mark Toney
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As it rises shakily, the aurora radiates,
Shore gets battered by periwinkle waves.
Scarce alabaster turns to an ebonized sheen.
A sacred, somber, and katabatic sorrow.
A mild ache dances around joyfully,
As kindred souls merge in a forlorn embrace.
And halcyon as paradisal opiate utopia
It is as vast as the unclaimed love.
Your skim was both ethereal and brief,
It hinders my span of lethargic wandering.
Chest pain at every peak: a fipple passion,
Gossamer scenes that wish to last forever.
We gamboled beneath auric heavens,
Effusive murmurs in dulcet hush.
Stringent crave twirled in tricky loops,
A mental usufructuary, weak and eternal.
The limb caresses a vulnerable, airy speck,
An ambrosian ache in a weary world—
Meticulous truths submerged in the deluge,
A shredded hope, a shriveled flame.
Love is a chimera—a ripple on a palimpsest.
Crestfallen spume claws the coast calyx.
Then resiles, bedraggled, into amorphous dusk.
Amort embrace, undone, beshrewed by time.
Now, balmily, you are my nepenthe,
A calix once held—an ambivalent ache.
And I, a desperate-looking romantic,
Forever ephemeral, forever asunder.
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
With irascible words, she continues to bemoan
Writing about poets with whom she picks a bone
Chastising those who like to compete in contests
She's infected with hate, like a pustulant abscess
Her bitter sarcasm abounds for quite a few poets
Shaming their competitiveness, then she blows it
She adds POTD beside her poem title when chosen
but her attitude is not what I would call ambrosian
Her "truth" is not what all of us choose to believe
It's so sad that she tries to offend us and aggrieve
She doth protest too much, and it's unbecoming
She's muddying the site with so much chumming
Many of us write what lies deep within our hearts
But we're not what she calls arrogant or up-starts.
We don't need our wrists slapped, like she has said
Leeches try to draw blood. We don't need to be bled.
Categories:
ambrosian, bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
Sunlight morphs into the elixir moonlight
dusk wearing a sequined black silken shawl.
And the daylight truckled the way to twilight,
for embracing the shadows, captivating all.
Nightingale heralding serenades to usher night.
A soothing symphony of cynosure sway,
Empyreal cerulean sun, fanned by the moon.
Finding riddles while gently a lissome display,
haphazardly scattered amid a sea swoon.
Shadows glide in a lithe and untamed way.
Thrusting past the unbreakable shield,
they celebrate an undiscovered world.
Silences emerge, mystery in the field,
untold secrets are saved with a sword.
In exquisite ariose, they swing and wield.
The whole earth is suffused in a golden hue,
depicted in ambrosian strokes drawing the sky.
As the sun costumes, relentlessly renew,
palimpsest marvel raveled in the yarn of day.
Inviting us to explore the mellifluous view.
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy, appreciation, beauty, creation,
Form:
Quintain (Sicilian)
Written: October 09, 2023
Coconuts Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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Over the tropical sun, where palm trees sway
I'm depicting palm fronds with a lyrical portray.
On a lowly fruit that cynosure nature bestows
A fascinating tale spanning the coconuts it grows
In this heavenly place, the sun hugs the sea.
As the palm arms are at ease, waltz-free
One oval and brown fruit called its home.
Vast coconuts will soon be the topic of the dome.
Its thick shell shielded the marvel inside.
Savory nectar quenches thirst, and hearts abide.
A flavor of absolute delight with every sip
A choir of taste straight fresh from the lip,
The coconut was still beyond just a drink.
It provided shelter and an oasis to think.
Its sturdy limbs may be used to build a home.
A safe sanctuary in which we used to roam,
Twigs swung as viridescent wings in the breeze.
Whisper riddles and yore tales to whom please.
They spoke of slipshod seamen who died at sea.
Who drew repose and zest from a coconut tree?
In a field of flaxen front, figments fatten factually.
Amid all the turmoil, the nut was acting naturally.
Surrounding its shell was an ether, marvelous.
It's a magnum opus of health and grace, fabulous.
The heavenly and pristine coconut oil.
Sooth the skin and spire to spark over spoil
Every sip is laced with an extra bit of bliss.
Holistic therapy is a genuine aesthetic hiss.
On the lithe coast of this mellifluous paradise.
Waves sigh slyly in a placid sleep sack of spice.
A nut tree rose aloft as a symbol of grace.
The lyrical credence of ambrosian embrace
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy, appreciation, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: April 22, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
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In an oasis of ambrosian goals, we glide,
Petals softly share secrets rarely sighed.
Below their beam, our beings bloom,
Saga of a steadfast, empyrean soul looms.
All steps reverberated across the night,
Beacons in shadowy areas, rockets ignite.
Imagination arises with every breath,
Chase away the arcane doubts of death.
Our treks are aureate by strokes unseen,
Metaphors cavort on meadows of green.
Across every heartbeat, hopes ascend,
The forever auric vistas, a timeless bend.
A waning storm in her canorous gaze,
A dreary tangle veiled my soul—it was a maze.
The beat of our panacea was nuanced and odd,
My hiatus was as short as a mild dew on sod.
As a result of my intent, her inner grin faded,
A dulcet waltz, as halcyon empathy and jaded.
I stood there, my chin furrowed with worry,
Unsure what to permit— an unstated fury.
I saw my reflection in her quiddity pond,
Akin to waves that extend, but stay beyond.
This twisted sphere lacked an odor of love,
But knowing it was missing pulled insight above
I learned beneath the twilight's gentle sweep,
How deep emotions run when shadows seep.
Categories:
ambrosian, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme