Best Azures Poems
Cool, they describe you
Yet your energy is vigorous, enduring
Short, compact waves of intense photon packages
Dancing on the retina in steady, fluid rhythm
A clear language of light, translated to the synapses
As a pleasing, enigmatic dialect of compelling emotion
Tiny molecules of air scatter, wide, Sol's shorter undulations
To paint the heavens as a baby's eyes ...
More wavers of luminosity, pressed close by physics
Kiss the waters of the earth, and are breathed back to the sky
Turning rills, rapids, repositories, to shades that shame the azures
Humanity's wiles and works, are all framed in the complexion of the moon
And should a distant race of beings ever marvel at our planet
It will be for its exquisite swirls of majestic blue
A dazzling, resplendent marble
Pride of creation.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Blue" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Select W Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
"Helios and The Tempest"
...
full knowing his azures
she watches him rising
he sends sunlight
to her windows
full knowing the thoughts
non-conditional behind
her shaded jades
what fresh hell is this
spring green now
becomes her dazzling day
he doesn't miss a trick
he sends golden smiles
they're forever in eclipse
when he is the sun
she is the moon
day in day out
they move like this
he weathers her warmly
The Tempest
lets her reign
he brings out his fire
imparts each time
time and time again
she crackles electric
radiant
her thunder and
her lightning rods
thrown for want
of love
he lets her reign
like this
he brings out his fire
imparts to her each time
she's captured with
a long held kiss
suspended she is
enraptured
he has won at this
she will gladly fold
into him, and to him alone
she'll willingly lose
to share a chance at bliss
Hearts are Trumps
They can win at this
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
Where the water washes white surfs across
Sand banks porous with green dreams in our hearts
Where the sun surveys the wet desert of loss
The salt thread like blood stitching together our parts
Find me there wandering the wailing shores
I am a new citizen with ancient desires still
Living on the restless rim of of crinkled azures;
Watching history bleach my memory of will.
Here I pine to see my mother whole as I am
Here I pray for justice from the impaled lamb
This Caribbean sea that pens my rage in me
Water where my ancestors footsteps no imprints leave
Of vast voyages now void on the Atlantic lea
This Caribbean sea in modern voice I cannot grieve
My people sundered like a broken ship
Mastless, anchorless, drifting drumless on weed
My people bleeding from tongue lash and whip
And no Cudjoe, Tacky, or Boukman to intercede
I am a citizen of the rim, a place undefined
In the subtle representations where I'm maligned.
Here in this world of diverse languages and shade
Across the bloodless salt of shrivelled water we trade.
*Image of Tree, Sunrise, Birds, Mountain by Pixabay.
'Twas Joy Quite Speakable
Beneath the springtime colors,
of azures sky light blue
Are chartreuse plumpish grapes that seem,
to dangle vines so true,
Nearby there lies a babbling brook,
that took our breath away,
Along its length hugging its sides,
were violets on display,
Behind them stood gold daffodils,
magnificence had sprung,
'Twas more than just bright color full,
'tis birds whose tweets had sung,
Now, this sensation we all shared,
brung utter sheer delight,
With smiling faces, laughter too,
a wondrous blessed sight,
On bikes, we rode top country roads,
those feelings stayed with us,
We heard a tune and whistled soon,
thereafter sang its chorus,
Sidewalk cafe we wined and dined,
its cuisine was genuine,
Our waiters tipped us with a song,
and we all had tipped in-kind,
We rode around a quaint old town,
the late noon sun sublime,
then realized the dimming skies,
the telltale signs of time,
We went right off back to the loft,
within the city's square,
hugging each other and then one another,
separately as a pair,
A night of rest we woke refreshed,
and had a lite breakfast,
Our bags were packed, friends back to back,
as we hugged until the last,
I sensed the app, that speakable capped,
and the fullness of heaven's glory,
that all we're feeling, the sense of reeling,
'twas joy in the heart of our story!
"Joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart to stay!"
2022 February 01
*1st Place*
Joy, Hope and kindness
~~Angela Tune: Judged 2022 February 20
The early dawn on the Western Isles allures me to awaken early
A pinky red kaleidoscope attracts me through louvered panels
Towards the windows I walk as if taking steps on a lava ladder
Slowly my open eyes are met with the most beautiful vista
Am Binnean Dearg, the Red Cuillin, appears as if erupting
The suns morning crescent peeks as if in slow motion rise
Pinked clouds in drift capture and enhance through their vapours
Solitude abounds in this most remote of places on Skye
I sit in trance and marvel at the changing as the hours pass
There's love in my eyes seeing what I see for our tomorrows and eternity
The morning now grows into the day as pink pastel blooms fade
Crisp azures now caress and absorb the morns beauty
Sorrow is the outcome of sheer human weakness, and your brain is your most potent weapon.( By Poet)
Frost flaring fain azures
bloodshed still happening
deep yarns from the seabed
wary musings dumb way,
house forsook lacking dad.
Frost flaring fain azures
basic way of zest here
There is thirst to owe more
greed's pang seeks its vengeance,
leeway in one's whole core.
Frost flaring fain azures
pane in world's breaths and spells
but thaw the blaze that shines
on the tracks prime to zen,
yet they gaze at feigned shrines.
Frost flaring fain azures
each one can grasp the truth
the heat's hoary brightness
Induce us with its hand
In a glove openness.
Written: April 5th, 2022
1st place contest winner
Checked by: HMS.COM
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Theme: Death
Sponsor: Constance La France
My name is Betty the Butterfly, from a place called Wonder Wall
From deep in the forest I was born, beside a beautiful waterfall
This place you have heard of before, it's known as the land of the small
Where everything is micro, where the tallest is not even tall
Azures to translucent fall in the most wonderful of cascades
Where sprays of natures champagne, delight in organic mist display
Lush greens abound all around, whilst colours so radiate
Toadstools, grasses and trees in the most awesome of create
I Betty the Butterfly have the wings to see this at source
Gliding over the spectrum of rainbows, pollination is my course
Just as all the others like me, in proboscis search we furrow
We like watching the furries below us, in tunnel visioned burrow
We live in a carnival of colours, so different from anywhere else
To be ourselves we have to be, and protect our different self's
Seemingly, sudden,
Restful sleep all but over.
Wild tricolored Irises, vivid white, sun centered, Shasta Daisies,
And Cosmos of azures, fuchsias and buttery cups;
Babies breathing, eager to begin once again,
In order to forsake the bronze, soft textured crustiness
Of the newly milled mulching caps, as they race for
The viewer and the gazer's glorious prize.
Even with a long and empty storehouse,
The beautiful bachelors and bachelorettes
All remember how to drink
From natures vase,
And where to turn their faces
For one fleeting and lasting
Ray of purpose.
5/8/2014
I can sense the air a changing, through my eyes in peripheral see
This I have to await, to await what she brings to we
Oh! this trepidation, I'm in fear of what we've been told
For her skies are not what they seem in fear of her unfold
Suddenly azures are bleached, diminished from their blues
Maybe the headlines, the news informed, are now becoming true
Cobalt bluey greys, amidst blackened silvery delights
Beckon my eyes in see, this night a changing sight
Sporadic openings honour, it's as if their about to clear
Then thunder like kettle drums, reignite my fears
With one hell of a mighty crash, resonating thunderous noise
Straight away my mind reminds that nature knows destroy
Mountains in the distance, in daylight so far away
A flash here, a flash there, their standing in disarray
I stand here awaiting, knowing, that her heavens are about to burst
Her cascade, cacophonous noise, she rarely lets us thirst
Ice bullets teeming, streaming, amidst droplets of what could have been
Crashing, caressing, stressing, man's modern life now screams
Stop-lights, signs swaying, flaying, crashing to the ground
But even the designs of man, can rarely imitate her sounds
Seconds, minutes, hours pass, now a calmness before her storm
There will never be a day, when even we conform
For I marvel in fascination, so vivid in what she displays
In lightening we appear to be, but we will never outweigh
Below azures and greys
I readily await
The unexpected or the careless
So blind to their fate
Charts and maps they have drafted
To steer clear of me
But the unexpected or the careless
Are ignorant to the seas
For centuries I have waited
Knowing it's a matter of time
For the unexpected or the careless
Meeting me, they soon will find
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/natural-disasters.php
My spirit athirst for a placid scene
Of the verdant mountains of nirvana.
Where rivers and ocean are azures sky.
The lull rises and fall, of yawning waves,
Coastal seashore's seagulls and sea lions.
Brine sent and damp redolence evergreens.
Envision a bound journey through tall pine;
Cool twilight of the fading day drawing
Shadows veil by drip line branches of trees,
Nature's wildlife reverberating sound.
My spirit athirst for a placid scene
Of the verdant mountains of nirvana.
5/17/2020
I eye you
behind the nudes of the dying light!
The dark water is sucking the muted sky,
you breathe inside!
Canopy above
lost in sight!
I feel more azures
And the final notes you left unhooked...
Six a.m,
I could better mind,
the silence of the rustling silk;
on the spots of yellow lights lying in the bed
growing fade ……………
Of remembered far skies, so vividly seen,
by the suns’ setting charmed rays of light.
Viewed clouds softly melting, while floating on by,
through blue, mystic canvas twilight.
Then gem stars celestial, show creators’ design,
is perfectly formed in image refined.
The moon starts to rise in an aura of mist,
her crystal creation so clearly defined.
And eyes that stare, go deeper and deep,
perhaps to catch a glimpse of where,
or when, this time began to slowly be,
Or how a truth was awakened there.
Of pure golden light, that bathes every strand,
every fibre of being, with kindness of love.
Such prisms and colours, inspire total vision,
and the soul breathes in hope from above.
Then fondly, so cherished, azures’ perfect robe,
chased over by heavens’ streaked white.
Just drifting and dreamy, no reasoned desire,
balanced and peaceful, no discord in sight.
And endless vast yonder, shot through with pale rays,
surrounded by easement, a hand can not feel.
Glorious horizons see wisps flowing through,
a magical land, enchanted and real.
In silence, as nausea passes
as I crawl into a corner shaking
head violent visions
of somewhere or something.
Flashing nano fire of my spine
flaying hot the essence of thought
a razor in my skull! Crimson!
The image turns, bleeds
As it is drawn in thought
and through my broken fingers.
It pools in the dying crimson embers
a hot white liquid light
eagerly cooling in the oncoming night…
As nausea passes,
twilight creatures' feeds, recedes, fading…
There are days that wink out like stars at dawn!
Neuron fire sparks expire
snaps in the spine
in fine crimson wire
wrapped tight around my imagery
bleeding down burning out…
Into pools of amber symmetry
I wash my Nightmares clean
Something coming from afar
cooling the soft hues, azures
nausea passes into the silence…
A life that conquers all!
I feel….something
Transcending.
Crimson!
Fast is the train
Fast are the wheels
Wheels are round
Wheels are solid
Solid is metal
Solid is rusty
Rusty is puce
Rusty is deteriorating
Deteriorating is atrocious
Deteriorating is occurring
Occurring in ancient paper
Occurring in my head
Head is large
Head is hurting
Hurting with malicious memories
Hurting with pure wild wrath
Wrath due to crying
Wrath due to neglect
Neglect due to isolation
Neglect due to work
Work is key
Work takes priority
Priority is hygiene
Priority is tidiness
Tidiness is shiny
Tidiness is smart
Smart is A levels
Smart is grades
Grades of maths
Grades of insanity
Insanity due to a rapid heart beat
Insanity due to her with surreal eyes
Eyes are azures
Eyes are scary
Scary is blood
Scary is knives
Knives for murder
Knives for cooking
Cooking for people
Cooking for you
You should care about you
You should not be crying
Crying is dos full
Crying reminds me of dad
Dad was confused
Dad had to many drinks
Drinks cause the murder
Drinks made me do what I did did
Did...
Murder...