Best Awaits Poems
He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam
Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation
All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory
Smiles like his have become few and far between
That is the path I've chosen,
covered with soft blades of grass
hedged with variegated hostas,
and moonlight filtering
through hanging willow trees.
The winding path tilts slightly uphill,
towards a wooden pergola
that glimmers in the darkness,
a temple built in paradise
for my lovely Marguerite.
I have planned my life's purpose,
I know so clearly the urge to live,
my priceless gift from Cupid
cleansing the humdrum of this life.
The nightingale enlivens the silence,
full moon oozes limpid serenity,
the glow worms twinkle lovingly
like a myriad of faraway stars.
A lonely breeze caresses my face
but cannot quench the thirst
nor quell the boiling of my blood
nor the hunger I feel for her.
I gaze upon her lovely face
Chiaroscuro in the moonbeams
A painting mightier than any Madonna
that emanated from Fra Filippo Lippi
Or an intimate impression by Renoir.
Yet like these famous portraits of old
Our love forever will survive.
Some boys with cheek play hide and seek within a house condemned
their faces gaunt reflecting want that’s hard to comprehend.
With veiled excuse an old recluse is waiting to descend.
His eye despairs above the stairs, he’s never had a friend
to talk about his hidden doubt of how his world will end -
to die unknown, forlorn, alone? No use a farewell penned!
And soon the boys chase phantom joys then, presto when they’ve gone,
the old recluse, with nimble noose and facial features wan,
no longer waits upon the Fates but yawns his final yawn
(like Tinker Bell, he spins a spell, though fairy dust's withdrawn).
With twisted brow, he’s tranquil now, he’s floating like a swan
and as he fades from life’s charades, the night awaits the dawn.
Beneath an amber shade
with a translucent hue.
Two hearts are joined as one
under the light of the moon.
Fireflies glowing,
within distant sight.
Landscaping beauty,
on this cool summers night.
Crickets are chirping
in the fields all around.
Not a word can explain the melody,
of this hypnotic sound.
On a blanket, under the stars
that sparkle from above.
In thee essence of the dew,
I lay with you here my love.
Our hearts begin to flutter
from a long embrace.
Upon the softness of your lips
a warm kiss has been placed.
Making love in the field,
until the new morning sun.
Then naked, hand in hand
together we will run.
Our passion, we will renew
from all the earth has to give.
In a moment set forth,
from this time we now live.
Dan Kearley:12-4-14
Here, I lie motionless like the tint
of ocean's breath. A roulette's fading stars
glistens in tidal whisper of night,
and the incredibly sentient call
of migrant birds wing
on ribs of leaves where tenderness
gushes with tenderness.
clouds are scattering
in the midst of a blank pause...
lies a full mantle
Nayda Ivette Negron's Contest: Hope
I never thought I'd be the type to say,
suppose at some point love gets to us all.
Hearts like your own can't be given away,
they have to be earned on top of the thrall.
Your embrace had such a powerful grip,
forever at peace when shielded by it.
Said you were leaving my heart hit a skip,
Left alone in an emotional pit.
I struggled with reason - what did I do
to lose the love of my life? Welcome, death
say how do? Of life I am all that is true.
My soul has passed on; I saved you my breath.
I hang my head now accepting defeat,
Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat.
Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat,
remembering love with all its embrace.
I'd give her my all and bow at her feet,
God only knows how I miss her dear face.
She is my definition of heaven,
and her love defined: the key to its gate.
Given her hand my glee it would deafen.
No fear in my heart at one with my fate.
I spend all day dreaming of her beauty,
most vivid images do not come by night.
Win her back that is my only duty,
so i wait for her with a lovers might.
So, all of these feelings I did convey,
I never thought I'd be the type to say.
Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits
Under tall midnight oaks, darkness awaits
in shadows hiding from gleaming moonbeams.
No reprieve save that of graces of Fates,
man can not conquer such darkness with schemes.
Nature's force so often bent to its will
living forests can not be held to blame.
Those screeching echoes, send a blasting chill
make no mistake, evil is not a game.
When morn's sun forces blackness in retreat
man forgets chilling nightmares dark rain pelts
For its nighttime the monster comes to eat
chew your skin and spirit until it melts.
Dawn's gleam wipes away midnight's racing fears.
Should man pray and cry with remorse and tears?
Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2016
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 105
Get your Than-Bauk out
climb the roof and then you shout
I'm In! Me too! ....You?
Town trees in shadow
Another day laid to rest
As the night awaits.
Sleep
A Taste
In This Life
Of What Awaits
Streams of Consciousness Slowly Leaving Earth
Returning Whence We Came -- To Our Maker
Our Primal Source
Of Life and
Of Love
Death
April 24, 2019
Entry in 'Tectractys This Poetry' contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Suffering through the pangs of writer's block
A blank page awaits my poetic ink
Like a rose waiting to bloom
The words will become the budding link
Forming poetic petals where beauty looms
The first letter hits the page
And my poetic canvas will impart
imagery and meaning, setting the stage
For a beautiful work of art
I plunge into the finer details
Trying to fine tune my rhymes
And then I will unveil
this canvas, and my words will chime
I gather up my words patiently
Towards my artistic goal
It's a joy that sets me free
And a work of art to satisfy my soul
--
5-19-18
Theme- I Gather Up My Words
Contest: Let Your Pen Drip
Sponsor: Broken Wings
The Cold Awaits
A pale image left fading in my thoughts of you
are all I have remaining to get me through
to face the fear of what I am forced to do
I delivered myself here by fate it’s true
an attempt to escape myself and not allowing negativity to break through
life’s hard decisions are always faced alone
Each breath I take leaves my heart in doubt
of the path I walk and the ones I care about
leave no one behind and nothing incomplete
be true to yourself and protect loved ones from defeat
Hold true to your integrity, show pride, love and stability
be a leader and embrace the shortcomings of others as a reality
give more of yourself than others expect to see
this is the way to success and the way it should be
Are the ones around you there to dig your grave or celebrate the life you’ve made
the truth is the one thing you should never trade for an easy road out of what lies have betrayed
love is the power of honesty and served best when you care too much
open your heart to the chance to be hurt and allow another to offer their touch
to care for another more than you care for your own heart
is what the spirit of honesty and true love are all about
The lyrics and rhymes all the words are all well known and so old
they are the words we all know so well truth be told
a heart filled with happiness and love will hold
your soul in the end and protect you from the cold
I beat like a bullet through a snowflake, till then my veins stay empty
July 12, 2016
Heartbeats thumping in rapid unison
Chest hard pressed in his final resting place
The scent of sterile death whelms the toxin
Igniting the ducts in a scarce headspace
A drop on his tongue with a salty trace
Glitters in the blinding fluorescent ray
Each dense breath trickles unused time away
As tears of ire inspire his golden coat
One last moment to share our yesterday
And with that fourteen years have gone afloat
5/13/2016
Anubis waits before the gates of hell,
To mummify your morbid love entombed…
With sustenance a sanguinary smell,
Despondent demonic desires consumed…
An enslaved eternal epitaph lies,
Love captured in a pernicious prison…
A cancerous confined in its chastise,
Within a duality sanctioned schism…
A passage in gold as now Osiris waits,
To search for your love in the hells below…
And thus they slowly glide the gilded gates,
Piously proclaiming my lover's woe…
For only love shall conquer great and small,
Even if you dine in hell's banquet hall.
In Ancient Egypt is the Greek name of the god of death...
Anubis is the protector of the gates to the Underworld,
Osiris replaced him as the god of the dead.
Only the SONNET form is acceptable...
14 lines x 10 syllables, 140 words
Sept.18.2019
Because It's A Tuesday 140
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
N/A for contest