Best Beamy Poems

Haiku Sonnet.

end of summer night
in dark coolness lunar night
shows up many stars
a summer night breeze
so calm cool no sound at all 
whisper of wind sound
red bright in the south 
calm shining nice glistening
lovely awesome star
eye-catching blue star
amazing shines beamy lights
in the west pure sky

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Written: September 08, 2023
Sunsets Poetry Contest                   Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
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In September golden day, so glorious and beamy,
As twilight stains the sky, a cynosure so dreamy.
Dusk abides,...

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With no forethought of romance
Simply wanting to look up, and gaze,
a cute little star winked at me,
unlike others though amply had blaze

'neath a veil of enchanting blue
with traces of beamy-red and yellow
she winked on into the night, my heart
swelling ever so full~feeling large as
a moon,...

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She bursts inside, grey eyes alight.
"Oh, Grandma, isn't she a sight,
wearing red, black-dotted clothes?
So beautiful, I've named her Rose."

Miss Ladybug conveys delight
as a beamy diamond, star-bright.
In her joy my heart takes note
of innocence and love, her coat.

Some courts today prove no remorse
for wasted children with...

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oh my big cousin
a dusk gaze beamy lashes
a little temper

how foggy you are
forbidden fruits of knowledge
through bathroom keyhole

once she spanked the boy
but punishment was more like
a hidden caress

luckily she died
before I grew up enough
to do stupid things

unfortunately
I still try to look for her
in my foggy...

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The winter is balancing
on tense ropes.
I cant and I am getting older,
To years of sharpness I owe
My pulse's rhyme,
My blood's red.
In a world's thunder
I tasted the salt
-my memory's trail-
Suddenly alone I begun,
Inexcusably alone I march
Serving the sentence of my freedom.
Few tears
Few patience
With empty hands
I am...

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I want a different job, something like working at the zoo,
I'm ready for a change and it certainly is something Gnu.
A Baywatch lifeguard on the beach, I have not done that before,
but my swimming skills are rusty, so now I am quite unshore.
Maybe an Egyptologist,...

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Cheetah - A Haiku

beamy afforest
a tame, creepy cheetah calls
after the spanner

4/13/19...

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I walk alongside the seashore crimson,
Reflection of the twilight of sky,
That precedes the raunchy and beamy night,
Moon shines and stars dance around.

Sickle of moon slivers my heart,
Playing hide and seek, discover my soulmate,
Under vastness of expanse and seductive wind,
Cover of colourful leaves, earth amatory.

The twosome...

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to the Peach cobbler My Desert Favorite- -
 
YUm!!! peach cobbler, you inspire me to eat.
How I love the way you’re juicy and sweet,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Dreaming about the huge seed hard and tight.

Let me compare you to a dreamy prune?
You...

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Golden leaves swing with breeze merrily
Hearing cheery music written by your winds
Enjoying beamy warmth of budding sunlight
Awaiting your arrival to enter my daydream,

Your sunny rays made my misty land fertile,
Growing seeds I sowed into vibrant yields
Swaying back and forth in graceful style
Emulating movements of your...

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 Jesus Sunny Face Faces the Dandelions - A Haiku
beamy adoring
a blessed, sunny face Jesus
the dandelions

tho it's just a weed
~blossoming facial flower~
creations from seeds

my God creator
grew the first garden planters
spoken into life

beamy adoring
~blessed  sunny yellow face~ 
weed dandelions

face shone liken sun
brightly glory risen on
hard...

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we tremble …

or we don’t
night wears a net of stars
or a brume canopy
but in beamy blue or ink
it is only the mystery we fear
the dim trepidation
but a mask.
we are all bound -
from first thrum our
courses are set
and naught but ours, solely
that trek, our dearest allowance
yet...

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This is no mere rejoicing thing,
  The sun does peep again,
It pricks the roads with beamy swords
  And dries the humid grain.
 
The water gleams with golden sheen,
  A mirror on the lake,
As if the glass in daylight burns
  With ripples...

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I couldn't stop thinking about the June
It's the month so shy and dreamy
But she could never forget soon.

That morning, June was shocked by the moon.
She found herself feeling rather beamy.
April couldn't stop thinking about June.

Later, May was spooked by the moon
She thought the situation had...

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