Best Balcony Poems
This old oak-tree smiling through my balcony
Sways and swings cheerily, a happy emissary,
Budding new vigor upon tiny greenish leaves
Adorning exuberance of idyllic new morning,
Quivering golden-beams on dawning of spring.
When the sun rises, blushing mauve feelings,
Its gentle oscillations fetch tender sensibilities
Inviting sparrows to grace the stage of robins
In spontaneous outburst of ceremonial music--
Chirping, twittering, singing for the hatchlings.
As summer of my mind churns wistful stories,
Its white blossoms waltz tender warm breeze
And leaves flutter merrily, twirling to comfort me
When thoughts bygone nudge parched vagaries
Engrossed in realm of burned-out memories.
When autumn turns green into fiery-red leaves
As ruby sundown glitters on amethyst evening
And gusty winds rustle-in endlessly, ferociously,
Whirling flying colors, floating crimson revelries;
A few remnants cling-on, loath to forsake me.
Yet, brazenly I gaze away, ignoring its appeal
When harsh winter shudders essence of its being,
Quivering, shivering bare-skinned branches;
Staying beguiled instead on top of frozen hills
Where sunset articulates ochre-tinged themes.
May 26, 2020
Poem of the day on May 28, 2020
Placed 2nd: Brian's Choice Y Contest
Take Me to the Balcony, Romeo!
On this joyful warm Spring Day,
Let's hide in our private balcony and play!
This is all, your sweetest Juliet asks.
In your young, most passionate arms to bask.
You, like a god of a scented,sensual Spring,
On my unblemished lips, please do implant,
Sensual seeds of hot moisture that blows
So brightly, in your heart's love chamber!
Run your most seductive hands through
My shining tresses fondly waiting!
I am totally yours for the taking.
Kiss me, ever so softly now!
Yes, loving you Romeo, for eternity.
A most desirable and yet, I pray,
Not a dangerous undertaking.
Just we two., eternally,magic making!
Amorously,
Your Juliet
Panagiota Romios
4/29/ 2019
I:45pm PST
Roses spread with lace garter;
Boutonnière and charter.
Green meadow eyes clung to lass.
Juliet was upper class.
A shepherd was he, with crook.
All gentle men, she forsook.
Under the willow, the wind
Warmed petals with no rescind.
Tempo was slow with his bride
Deep smile, a groom could not hide.
Underneath his ruddy beard,
“Reverie,” the garden cheered.
How lucky was a poor man
To find a robust woman.
Off the balcony she came.
Her shepherd, never the same.
from her balcony
world at her fingertips
~ juliet
AP: 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on August 19, 2018
There’s a balcony over Venice
Somewhere outside Dallas, Texas
Through a sliding glass door
A couple sits toasting to the croons of Elvis
With paper cup chalice
Upon their European back porch
Making conversation language love
Beneath candle moon blue August
The symphony inside plays, dog barks, six children snore
“May I have this dance?”
The gussied up working stiff redneck asks
To the lady he adores
On a balcony over Venice
Two lovers sway
Hand on hand kissing even more
They dream together "moon rivers"
Between skips of old worn records
Holding on to their tender years
And tighter to homespun fantasies
More alive in the Italian Texas breeze
He twirls her on forever above smiles of gondoliers
And around their linoleum ballroom floor
Little eyes appear like starlight blinking
Twinkling out with laughter
There’s a balcony over Venice
Somewhere outside of Dallas, Texas
Where a father loves a mother, a son and five daughters
Happily ever after
On opening eyes
Looking, balcony I glimpse
Inverted by sight
Viewing naked silhouette
Emerge do I, excited
.
As the golden sunshine greets a new morning,
I rise from bed refreshed and still yawning.
I cross the room lured through french doors,
By balcony blooms, green lake, and sycamores!
I delight in fragrance and in blissful views,
As I search eagerly for the golden day news.
Then barefoot I climb to the balcony railing,
Diving into clear green waters as birds sing!
The balcony bows like a bridge unmaintained.
Song birds are silent, their hearts uninspired.
Grape vines hunker down as if never trained.
Scarlet petals fall, their fragrance expired.
Shattered is the night sky like sharp glass shards.
Sparks, once in our eyes, liquify the ground.
Minstrels are mute in abandoned courtyards.
Pitter-patter is the refraining sound.
Masquerade faces can no longer hide
from the truth that beauty departs with death.
A dagger divides a young groom and bride;
lamenting cries consume their final breath.
The script is flipped over like clover in mud.
Misconstrued love poisons life-giving blood.
8-15-2022
It's full of my childhood memories
And those adolescent years...
The Poinciana tree,
All my sorrows and all my fears.
It's the place to be
For long waiting hours,
Those winters with bare branches,
And springs of vermilion flowers...
Sitting on the balcony of the modern world,
I wait for destruction to unravel itself.
-Pin Dew (03/05/2017)
Balcony Room New Orleans
Headed to New Orleans to have some fun
Excitement is felt all over the place
Knowing that there is a balcony room awaiting
Didn't forget to pack the mardi gras beads
Throw open the french doors out to the balcony
Crouds of people walking up and down
Smiles everywhere, throw a bead here or there
The view is the best spot to be
Music comes from all directions
Across the street the best drink around
The Handgrinade, drink stands up to its name
Taste good but careful not to drink too many
Balcony room, best rooms in New Orleans, BUT
**have to go downstairs, too much excitement
Have to blend in the croud and enjoy
Lots of places to go and lots of places to see!!
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
even quarantined
some sparks amid the darkness…
fireflies in a jar
COVID-19
The King stares out, beyond the white balcony
While he sits in his golden throne
Looking over all that he owns and controls; which in the King's power-driven mind includes
the stars and galaxy
The King peers out, over the white balcony;
Hoping the: rustic, simple, plain folk do not discover his fallacy
The King gazes out, beyond his white balcony;
His power to be never overthrown
..lest a tragedy occurs due to the towns-people catching word
that their King is only to serve himself
And is not the ruler, that they deserve
No one to stare out, beyond the balcony;
For the King has been de-throned and literally thrown-over the balcony
With he and the power gone;
The village people march and parade on
With Hopes to find a man worthy enough to fill the empty, golden throne
And watch his kingdown flourish with focused, intent eyes
Behind the balcony which was once white
But consumed with greed and lies
Once white, the balcony will now be grey
That is, as soon as the paint dries
You’re lucky in the city
If a balcony is yours.
How nice, with just a step, to feel
The air and be outdoors.
And so, to share a drink or two,
A woman on a date,
Suggested that they sit outside,
Where atmosphere’d await.
She hopped up on the rail to sit.
Her date expressed some fear;
But she assured him it was safe –
And that’s the last he’d hear.
For as the railing cracked, she fell
From seventeen floors high.
How awful for her new companion,
Witnessing her die.
Be careful what you wish for
Is what I have often heard.
My hunger for a balcony,
For now, has been deferred.
From a balcony in Ankara
Exotic birds swoon
Pigeons sit on roof tops
Awaiting on the moon
Traffic noises hum
Children’s voices clash
Banging pots and pans
For the evening dinner rush
Crockery and cutlery
Tapping out a rhythm
Chinking Turkish tea glasses
Adding to the sound
Scraped back chairs
Washing up
Hustle bustle crescendo
Then silence
Full stomachs
contentment
From a balcony in Ankara