Best Arced Poems
an ardent desire of flames was burning
its passion held captive within our hearts
the temple of bodies arced in yearning
when fingers became restless like mozart's
melodies played beneath flickers of love
as sparks grew fuller than this moon tonight
more lambent in glow than what shone above
the gleam of those stars in your eyes alight
lit the passageway of your soul therein
I could feel the heat of love searing me
as each glance sparked the flame that burned within
its brilliance blinded me, i could not see
the embers as they lie dying from sight
its death left my soul with a lonely plight
02/09/2020
Sonnet True Love Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
Categories:
arced, death, true love,
Form:
Sonnet
Our eyes met
Across the room
The sight of her
My heart went boom
Her shiny hair
Skin so fair
Slimline body
Shaped to stare
I introduce
Myself to her
Her accent sweet
Perfect purr
Drinks drunk
We make our leave
Joining hands
Like a weavers weave
Late night walk
Hand in hand
The talk is sweet
Of the loving kind
We stop and share
A dreamy kiss
As we read our minds
Eventful wish
Back at mine
I pour us drinks
Moet Champagne
To me she winks
Close we hold
Each others frame
Dancing slow
With this gorgeous dame
Adventurous hands
Explore each other
Naked flesh
Revealed from cover
As i hold her close
Her breasts charm me
Pert icons
Caress me
My manly hands
Run through her mane
Down her spine
To my wanting aim
Her curves so arced
Architectural gem
As she gently strokes
My wanting stem
She takes my hand
And sits me down
Astride my thighs
Slides on my crown
Slowly we share
Each others joy
As we pant and groan
This girl and boy
Throbbing bulge
Inside her heavenly cave
To adorn her walls
Our pulsing craves
I pull her in
As we release our flows
Joyous moans
As our bodies glow
We kiss and enjoy
Our united mix
As our tongues unite
With passioned slick
We share a shower
And lay down our heads
Cuddling close
In a silken bed
I awake in the morning
To a note left near
Beside the message
The drawing of a tear
Last night my dear
I was blessed like a dove
Your my one night stand
My negative love
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love2.php
Categories:
arced, love, passionnight, me, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Ballroom Delights
We are swept in the whirl of gowns twirling around
In the glow of glass lights shining down from each wall
While I dance with his hand holding mine, the sweet sound
Of the music brings joy to my heart held in thrall.
My silk gown flows with glistening colors of blue
And I see other ladies in pink and soft white
While the lights from above accent folds that imbue
Like soft colors of petals in moonglow at night.
As we dance on the floor that reflects like a pond
The soft shadows of couples revolve like pale ghosts
Every sway and each turn move with grace to respond
To the magical music enjoyed by their hosts.
Up above I now see the most brilliant of glows—
Chandelier, like a burst of bright sun rays, hangs high
On the ceiling above, arced, with paintings, it shows
Luminescence that captures my heart with a sigh.
The tall mirrors reflect this most glorious scene
As I dance with my lover in graceful wide turns
The charm doubles the beauty of all that is seen…
While the music plays on…I get lost in return
To my feelings of why I am here this sweet night
As his arm holds me tighter, to closer embrace
My heart beats with the magic of love’s warm delight…
We are swept in the whirl of our hearts interlaced.
Sandra M. Haight
Ballroom Delights
~1st Place~
Contest: Ballroom Delights
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 12/16/2014
~1st Place~
Contest: One Of Your Best
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 01/07/2016
Categories:
arced, beautiful, dance, happiness,
Form:
Verse
Most nights I come and go in silence
offering temptation to a lover’s glance
Tonight I am the eerie guardian
of children in a mindless sugar-trance.
My narrow grin a rocking chair
for goblin, ghost or witch
My gentle breeze the harbinger
of creaky branches shadow-twitch.
I duck behind dark clouds to laugh
as darkness quells the crowd
then slowly drape their darting eyes
in a moonlit mystery cloud.
I spread my arms in arced embrace
for inclusion is my game
to cast the pilfered glow of sun
upon creeping creatures without name.
The urchin bands will thin and flee
the streets will clear, the voices fade
And I will smile in sated grin
upon this night the moon has made.
©9/27/2019
for Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
Categories:
arced, halloween, moon,
Form:
Personification
I'm a feathered ocean,
stained with inspiring hearts of lost souls, weaving light,
life's potion
A wisdom's pray,
let rivulets sing in mauve might,
arced sway
And stars,
carve sagas, bright,
scars
I'm a feathered ocean,
let rivulets sing in mauve might,
scars.
Categories:
arced, deep, hope, life, light,
Form:
Rhyme
" Tortured metaphors
spilling from tequila lips,
t i p t o e on my pulse ~
breaking in an arced smile
of the featherless eclipse,
where I waltz as a secluded steel-shine,
sobered s o f t l y
by the taste of satanic stars..."
I'm the loss of a leaf
from gold-dew aspens,
rippling upon
turquoise typewriters,
where drunk fingertips dance.
Turning to ashes,
my heart m e l t s
as a metallic grenade,
and no philosopher's stone
ever reverberating
in its silver-winged silence.
Seeking shelter from smoldering seas,
I curl up in the womb of a guardian willow ~
she's a weeping angel of n e v e r l a n d,
with an ornamented garland
of guns and roses,
enveloping me in the corpse of sunset.
Plunging from diamond cobwebs
into isles of champagne,
like a dynamite dove bloodthirsty for sun,
I l u r k along reefs
studded with rhinestones, unfurling –
lotus manuscripts
as poetic pearls s l i p and t w i r l,
snorkeling in an obsidian oasis.
I miss being
a purple-whisper prophecy,
threaded in fractured letters,
for now, my ink b l e e d s
in the marrow of moon,
where an alchemy is lost and found...
In the chronicles of carnelian clemency
and supernova sorcery,
I've seen arctic assonances
hibernating
in the throats of those,
holding lethal jewels
as a nightingale's neon noose.
So, if my soul is an opal widow
of your thistle-light affection,
a verse romanticised
will be my crystal coffin,
and in the caricatures
of kohl and karma,
our silent soliloquy
shall delicately be shifted.
Surfing in the splitting s i n s
of a salty saviour,
this whiskey damsel
shall evermore remain
a scentless phrase,
scrapped by pencilled brush-strokes,
i n v i s i b l e
in our paper-cut destiny...
Categories:
arced, dark, deep, emotions, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
Jack and our Jill
went up the hill
And there she broke her water.
She laid right down
upon the ground
and bore them both a daughter.
Poor Jack, undone,
had hoped a son;
their marriage, it was fleeting.
In deep despair,
fell down the stair,
and there his heart stopped beating.
But life goes on,
so Jill wed John;
and they too raised a daughter.
A giant mouse
broke in the house,
ate all their cheese and got her.
Off on a quest,
John was out west
to find work as a double.
You might have guessed,
Jill, sorely pressed,
addressed the rodent trouble.
She tracked him down;
he’d gone to ground
all holed up in his hidey.
With daughter there,
she must take care:
no guns, just nice and tidy.
The mouse was sly,
he near got by
but Jill knew rodents better.
And in a snap,
she set the trap:
herself, all smeared with cheddar.
As rodents come,
he wasn't dumb
but instinct overtook him.
Got on his knees
to smell that cheese;
her big knife arced and hooked him.
The mouse now dead,
her girl in bed,
scanned headlines for a story.
There right up front:
Failed Movie Stunt
the details, rather gory.
While filming Wick,
John goofed his trick,
fell head-long through the rafters.
That third time charm
raised Jill’s alarms,
stayed single ever after.
Categories:
arced, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Rhyme
Upon the stage, curtains wave and part;
halos arise from black velvet canvas, an aurora-lime dance.
Arced streamers among the nimbus lends it’s flavors of cherry and
orange, personality to a taste of the ethers.
A display of lavender-pink tones are electric kisses and promenade.
A luminous do-see-do sparks crescendo, a gods warm breath.
The northern winds and the waters echo the notes
sung by the goddess of the dawn as, she dines
and dances her masterpiece upon heaven’s canvas.
Resplendent beauty of Heaven’s smile is etched upon
etched upon the painted sky. This...display,
ecstasy to the human eyes.
Categories:
arced, nature, poems, poetry, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Upon the stage, curtains wave and part;
halos arise from black velvet canvas,
an aurora-lime dance.
Arced streamers among the nimbus
lends it’s flavors of cherry and orange,
personality to a taste of the ethers.
A display of lavender-pink tones gift
electric kisses and join the promenade.
A luminous do-see-do sparks crescendo,
a gods warm breath upon the northern winds
and the waters echo the notes
sung by the goddess of the dawn.
She dines and dances her masterpiece
upon heaven’s canvas.
Categories:
arced, earth, light, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
MOON WAVE
Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
High was the crest as it arced and fell free,
from the chilled night sky and onto the dune.
The sand danced ribbons across the shore,
it caught it's breath in the eye of a wave.
Then it rolled and thundered its silken score,
and dug a dune song in carving the cave.
From out of the dark and damp of the hole,
to slip past the shells and pools from the tide.
It oozed in white foam to swallow the knoll,
then pulled by the moon to start a new ride.
Full Moon in the night, it prowls like a cat,
to stalk the next swell, give rise, and fall flat.
By Edlynn Nau
© May 28, 2016
For the Contest: Pin A Sonnet On It
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Placement: 5th
Categories:
arced, beach, journey, moon, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
A moth to the heart of the light, flamed
A memory semi-precious, almost alive
A random arced flight of a bullet not aimed
A gymnastic crimson misted dusty dive.
An event striking elsewhere, a country un-named
His memories stop, awards to come; cease,
Mass shock, horror, and politics blamed
Kind words at his funeral, sandwiches and teas.
His very last printed picture has a small hole in it,
Then something red…
Then nothing...
but
useless,
unfocused,
light.
( Based on an event where a photo-journalist that I knew, was killed in a war )
Categories:
arced, absence, bereavement, war,
Form:
Elegy
Unless…
by Odin Roark
Seems just yesterday the sun arced
Over precarious ice
The street’s one elm
Leaned its naked branches with the wind Bringing winter’s announcement
A Coney Island cat crouched puzzled
Gradual crusting snow layering
The boardwalk a ribbon of white awaiting the gray
Mister Cat sprung back into dumpster heaven
Closed his eyes
And returned to his lone-bird dream
The one always disappearing
Over horizon’s edge
A few blocks away
Anxious hormones kept rebellious teens
Of mere rip-torn jeans and NFL jerseys
Rubbing their friction memories
Into goose-bumped skin
Frozen leaves scurried left and right
Separated from their bark insulated origin
The once virile tree sap
Now but a cryonic life flow
Awaiting spring’s resurrection
Somewhere
A corner-park’s snowman
Bowed forgiveness to the stinging wind
Its shivering cold prepared girth and pride
For tomorrow’s collapse
Beneath Time’s Square lights
Heavy metal leapt from SUV windows
Igniting crystal air
Into a vortex of tribal dance sensations
Vibrations warming all in its path
Yesterday’s season-change
Like a surprise party
Thrown on a whim
Roared through the city’s trenches
Beneath skyscraper walls of protection
As if birthing another Also Sprach Zarathustra
Daring frozen tears to fall
Central Park’s tree branches
Clustered and embraced each other
Like mouths searching for lips of warmth
While a lone photographer
Adorned in raccoon coat
Pointed her camera at breathing drifts
Becoming icing for fantasy’s deep freeze cake
At city’s center
Twisting cables of struggling semaphores
Blinked for mercy
As the insistent primal howl echoed
Across pot holed roadways
And iron slabs of street repair
Above underground steel tracks
Awaiting metro’s ignited contact
As dawn broke
Veined tunnels continued swallowing
The rushing energy astride quickened steps
Running feet
Shoving elbows and shoulders
City dweller anxiety
Cascaded down entrance stairwells
Boarded subway cars
Merged into the city’s synaptic darkness
And awaited their stop
Most likely yet another insulated destination
Where nature happening
Might once again go unnoticed
Never to be recalled
Unless…
Categories:
arced, environment,
Form:
Free verse
We were one people, neighbours and kin
Before independence and the politician’s whim
In August’47, the brotherhood ended
The country was partitioned and we were independent
Democracy worked in India, floundered in neighbouring Pakistan
Victim to army rule and the power of the gun
And many a times since ’47, the two nations went to war
As defender of sovereign territory or blatant aggressor
A tenuous existence was Pakistan’s, to our east and west
Their land and race divide put this bond to test
The East staked its claim to governance on the people’s mandate
But unwilling to yield power, the West unleashed a campaign of hate
Aspirations muzzled after twenty four years, bypassing legislation
Saw the birth of a defiant East yearning for liberation
A hotbed of political activity, Dhaka University was targeted
It was spring that night in ’71, the campus was surrounded
Troops loyal to the West sealed roads under night’s cover
And shells were fired in haloed ground from battle tank and mortar
Shrieking death, it is said, arced through the sky that night
Exploding amid the campus buildings, in blinding flashes of light
Besieged and battered was the East’s cradle of intellect
A grim warning for the masses, March 25 was the date
Then ground troops with weapons of death silently moved in
To slaughter at close quarters, academics and their kin
As flames licked the sky from adjacent slums
Fleeing residents were mowed down by soldiers with machine guns
The stench of burning flesh filled the night air
As bodies piled on streets were set on fire
The sky glowed red that night, as Dhaka burned
The orgy in the campus ended after all found were gunned
The handful, who escaped death, shed silent tears
As ghastly fires burned to ashes, family and peers
Categories:
arced, history, night, night, sky,
Form:
Narrative
Cumulus Nimbus
To build upon the plains
On sun ripened grass
Golden yellow
The blinding white
Glorious hammerheads
Towered to the sky
The coming rains
Colours ,can change too
In the heat of afternoons
The billowing white
Became blue
Darkened skies
Upon the plains
The first thunders
The coming rains
The flickering ,
of light
Upon the plains
Golden yellow
In sun ripened winter
In the growing purple
From the blue
From the white
In the cumulus
In cloud dark
The thunder has begun
I could see the rain,
in silver streams,
the hidden sun
The light, flickered
Scattering the light shards,
upon me
In the storms of Africa
The lightning arced,
across so many skies
In the wanderings
Upon the plains
In sun ripened winter grass
Golden yellow
The birds, startled cries
In the falling,
of sweet rains
The glorious spires to the sky
Of storms over Africa
In the scatterings of light
Colours ,can change too,
as did I
In the washed tones of purple and blue
Categories:
arced, africa, nature,
Form:
Ballad
trees whispered her name
for a queen was born
from a faerie and an archer
who had the soul of a poet
the love of his moondust
in an early summer dawn
a girl came in to this world
filled with magic and the love of all things
aquila took his bow
drew forth an arrow
which the feathers were brown and gold
aimed towards the sky
and let it go
the arrow arced high
burst in to stars
that fell
among them
a star to carry
a star to keep
a star to remember
a new queen
that would join
all living things
under the forests of richest green
the summer queen
laid a single leaf upon the child’s chest
it glowed, then shrank
became part of her
this, i had never seen
for the leaf
carried all of natures’ magic
in an extraordinary child
whose birth
signified all that is good
upon the great good earth
the queens and kings
the princes and princesses
all of heartstone
gathered
to see a tiny girl
who had the power of a single leaf
that lay close to her heart
that she knew
of the wise ways
that what lies within us
means, you are never alone
our tiny girl
who, in her time
would become the greatest living being
lay quietly in the great hall
surrounded by magic and majesty
past kings and queens
from above
their hearts filled with wonder
most of all,
love
the leaf as i came to know
came from the great earthen king
who had passed on long ago
that there is always a past
a history
that can never be broken
it will always last
forever heartstone
never alone
we celebrated until dawn broke
sweet faerie music filled the air
darting lights everywhere
whispering trees spoke
i felt within my heart
as i held my moondusts’ hand
Categories:
arced, love, uplifting, visionarysummer, star,
Form:
Ballad