Best Beautifying Poems
I watch
as sun slides down in the sky.
The shadows increase in length,
a dark waterfall descending
upon the sandy beach.
Slowly I inhale and exhale,
savoring the fresh flavor
of the evening’s briny sea.
My eyes devour
swirls of lavender wisteria
beautifying the vast expanse
of the darkening cobalt sky.
My sweet summer
has slipped away
with the setting of the sun
on this autumnal equinox day.
The waterfall of shadows
is now a fountain
totally engulfing the shore,
having evolved into
night’s giant all-consuming chrysalis
enwrapping me body and soul.
A sudden rush of wind
and small ripples on the water
transform into turbulent waves
lashing the shoreline where I stand.
I tug my sweater closer to my chest
as I tremble in the gloaming.
Where hyacinths bloom, cardinals hop and sing,
Winsome is the visage of verdant vibrant spring
Beautifying fragrant prairies, blossoming trees,
Alluring bees waltzing on wings of tender breeze
Undulating gleefully crest of burbling streams,
Frolicking on melodies of robin’s nesting dreams,
Euphoric in hilarity of dancing yellow daffodils,
Merriment of white lilies, panorama of foothills,
Spring’s revelry buoying where butterflies spree,
An eagle’s flight above marveling splendorous glee.
May 3, 2022
Placed 2nd: Spring Rhyme: 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Poetry can be a critical liaison when words are fashioned,
that do not please the beholder's eyes.
I'm a poet without a pen, weaving woes on a digital canvas.
Forgive my rhyme-less heart, I've sinned in murky metaphors,
lost in my own sea of thoughts, with 3am rants and riddles,
composed in sleepless synonyms from this insomniac mind.
But if it wasn't for poetry, would I have felt his love and deep compassion?
For within his sonnets, I've found my poetic savior,
cathartically soothing these inner demons.
He is now my muse, my reason to rise and write, becoming the lyrical antidote,
prompting my fingers to type beyond just tainted thoughts,
showing me a reality that tastes sweeter than the fruitiest cocktail.
If it wasn't for poetry, I wouldn't have known,
that there's more to this life than diamonds and gold.
I'm now an accidental poet beautifying pain with colors stolen,
from sunsets and moonrise, across his faultless skies.
Lilac perfumes the Summer's sultry air,
wafting fragrance upon the evening breeze.
And an indigo sky of flawless blue;
frames the emerald leaves atop the trees.
Sol melts like a nugget of molten gold,
slowly sinking into a sea of fire.
And ebony saturates the darkness;
as any lingering sunbeams expire.
The loud screeches of an owl pierce the dark,
disturbing the silence imposed by night.
And teal silhouettes morph into pitch black
as shifting shadows absorb the last light.
Luna rises at a leisurely pace;
beautifying night with Her beaming face.
Around the base of the tree the banks of bluebells flower
Tall and straight but weak of stem, beautifying the forest
Cultivated by nature, leaves for compost, untouched by hand
The flowers are admired by all, gathered by children’s hand
To crush out the perfume from within the flower
Pressed into a book a reminder of the fairy tale forest
Forever in your memory the waving ocean of blue forest
A canvas brought to life by James D Preston hand*
Though missing the perfume of this beautiful small blue flower
Flowers of the Forest natures canvas in your Hand
* http://duffieldartgallery.co.uk/gallery/home/james-preston/?oo=41627715
a link to the painting.
17/02/2013
Form Tritinia
There abated consumed lust
Dusting the shelf
Off from molding musk
Due to LOVELESS rust
Lovingly I trust do fuss
With heart felt musts
Relinquish all to love
Do send loving tidings
This one day
Come this way come to
Stay falling far for the
LANGUAGE OF POETRY
Postman' s bin bring SONG
In mailbox din
There be a word a name and such
Poems bring smooth MELLOW
Velvet days
Poems bring trustingly aromatic ways
Daisies when dew point peaks
Poems bring what poets muse
Is what poets speak of song
Consumes song of lives lived
By loving lust in beautifying
Surname mine abandoned rhyme
Dry as Potter's field
Tell me your consummation REVEAL
What you will affirmation with hands
Of steel
Where you live leaves wrestle at the
Base of trees lust for life reprieve
Alive and grieve
With warm caresses from the sun
daffodils and crocuses sprout:
when the tulips start popping out.
The fight for my heart has begun:
both are such a delightful sight,
Snowdrops, versus snowflakes of white.
Winter's defeated, Spring has won;
its fragrance, inhaled with each breath
Life's revival reverses Death.
A sugary sap starts to run,
an elixir for budding leaves;
allowing green to paint the trees.
And moths leave cocoons, larvae spun,
to join butterflies in the air;
beautifying the world they share.
With warm caresses from the sun:
the fight for my heart has begun.
Winter's defeated, Spring has won;
A sugary sap starts to run,
and moths leave cocoons, larvae spun.
Toward God and His way to assured salvation
…affirming eternal power of regeneration
…asserting priceless redemption
…awakening through miraculous new creation…
His believers are we, trusting Him for our transformation!
Toward God by His Word that resounds His tender mercy
…refreshing souls with divine loving kindness and clemency
…rejuvenating spirits yearning for contentment sufficiency
…rekindling faith’s fervent fervency…
His followers are we, practicing His statutes’ policy!
Toward God Who grants pardon’s blissfulness
…directing us to confess our sinfulness
…demanding the need for worshipful earnestness
…disciplining disobedience through His righteousness...
His converts are we, casting to Him our haughtiness!
Toward God anchoring steadfastness upon His standard
…increasing effectiveness of each faithful steward
…insuring the diligent certainty of labour’s reward
…invigorating hope to keep on marching forward...
His servants are we, ushering the lost to His safeguard!
Toward God while walking along paths of wisdom
…bringing us to wondrousness of heavenly kingdom
…bracing our genuine altruism against selfish martyrdom
…beautifying character with patience midst spiritual boredom…
His seekers are we, triumphing in His truth-propped freedom!
Toward God as He leads us to His heart
…laying His perfect will upon our footsteps against temptation dart
…lightening vision to behold majestic eternity’s rampart
…lifting pursuits, surpassing worldly vanity start…
His learners are we, persevering to fulfill our devotion’s best part!
Toward God, admitting human flaws beseeching strength for rectitude
…satisfying our nourished well-being to exercise attitude of gratitude
…sanctifying conscience by wise admonitions surmounting vain platitude
…saturating us with His peace around prayer solitude…
His children are we, growing by grace for good testimony altitude!
*2Peter 3:18 But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.
April 12, 2021
4th place, "Where are we Headed" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/23/2021.
Colors dance on the canvass of my life
In an intricate interplay of hues
Intensifying and weakening at different stages
Fluid colors in constant motion
As I age, different colors take precedence
While others slowly recede
Still present, yet less visible
Some colors are all time favorites
Ever strong, ever making their presence seen
The color of Beauty forever captivates me
I immerse myself in this hue
Letting its brilliance ravish my thoughts
Beautifying my life in every way
Truth is another color that graces this canvas
For without it, I cannot live
I need to see broad strokes of this hue
For it revives my heart
The brilliance of the color of Compassion
Pulsating with emotions of oneness...
With the world, with all that inhabits it
It ever moves me to reach, to feel, to belong
Hope, the color of dreams
For my dreams are saturated
In this vivid color
That makes the canvass spring to life
Hope, for a masterpiece to be
Passion, the most prominent color
Seen splashed everywhere on my canvass
The color deepening, ever deepening
Dark and rich, drawing the observing eye
To the wet colors that never dry
Always freshly painted
Bold, brash, audacious, alluring
Pronounced color overpowering every other shade
Passion, shows off her true self
Confident that she is the artist's most loved color
And then there is the color of Love
Capricious
Flitting
Transient
Erratic
Inconstant
Gracing the canvass now and then
Lightly splaying itself across the painting
Bright splashes of rich Gold
I try to focus my eyes on this hue
Wanting it to be evident
In every single image
In every single stroke
A tinge of gold
And yet I know
I know
The color of gold
Is “the hardest hue to hold”
I know this to be true
For my eyes brimming with tears have seen
The “dawn...[of love go]...down to day.”
On this canvass of my life
This truth is clearly displayed....
“Nothing gold can stay.”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A variation on the poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold can Stay
Love’s Pure Delight
Lying on the floor, Neath the Christmas tree looking up
Can’t get enough of all the mysteries of you and I without a cup
The beauty of all the majestic glitter of all the colorful lights
Leaves a glow upon your inviting skin under the tree this night.
Perpetuates our utter silhouettes like a dancing of northern lights
Upon this beauty of earthly powers leaves me mesmerized with all of
your delights
As we are in tune in romancing each other under the moon
For upon this night the stars above must know we’re in tune.
Man, can we really leave each other breathless
For I’ll always know your sweet enticing caress
Can leave us both in sweet harmony in each other’s arms
Oh, how can I ever get enough of your elegant charms?
Seems to me I’ll have to wait till summer is almost here
Even in spring’s flowery scent seems so very long for us dear
As we both lay under this beautifying electric lights
Neath this all-consuming extravagant Christmas tree enticed
within love’s pure delights.
Written: Dec. 24, 2014
Yvonne
The yarrow is a show stealer,
a charming wildflower and garden plant
that blooms perennially
around June to August.
Beautifying nurseries, greenhouses and waysides;
it comes in many hybrid of colors;
white,
red,
pale-pink,
and especially yellow.
Captivatingly striking in yellow;
it's golden parasol glows like the sun.
A flower of remarkable versatility!
It can be used for seasonal decorations
and has large flowerheads
that are also used
to flavor a variety of culinary dishes
It can be cut, dried
and arranged in a vase
without losing it's gorgeous color.
It is a sun's best friend!
Flower Or Flowers In Imagism Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date written: 03/11/2021
Butterflies flit around her garden
Landing a midget of a second.
Startled by every movement
Dashing away at all sounds.
Quivering with excitement.
Beautifying the lilacs,
Sprinkling themselves among the zinnias.
Savoring the knock-out roses.
Increasing the aura of the garden
Whispering their sincerity in butterfly flitters.
With the weight of my family, friends,
And priorities on my shoulders,
I continually strive on being a better me.
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Source of living is dealing with the dead
Making them look refreshed from toe to head
Beautifying every face
So as to exude God’s grace…
With such occupation, his home is fed.
As an embalmer, he works by faith's might
Though at first, he was gripped with grievous fright
Beholding body sans soul
Still, he would accomplish goal
Coupled with fervent prayer* day and night.
Sometimes attacked by mockery and shame
Embarrassed to mention profession’s name
But he stays calm, feeling blest
Fulfilling his very best
To earn from his clients, approval claim.
Now treating his job with confident glow
To the departed, respect he does show
Despite trials, woes and strife
While thanking the Lord for life
Midst great hope today and each tomorrow.
*Philippians 4:6-7 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
November 1, 2023
Limerick in "Dramatic Verse"
1st place, "Any Poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/14/2023
Thousands of covid-19 infected patients die everyday
Dangerous the virus I believe it just on hearing way
Where are the dead bodies? Where are their families?
I do not know actually; who tell me about these please
We know thousands of peoples die everyday overall the world usually
It's easy if imperialist politicians count some from them in this covid-19 rally
I'm not the investigator, not I'm the charity provider
Yet wanna know- comes from where the pandemic server?
Someone replies me it's a curse for sinner from the creator God
Someone advises- it's natural plague, over it do not think a lot
As a theist I believe God creates everything only for beautifying
I disbelieve that God destroys His creations for own angry appeasing
Conscience is the true power of knowledge; if we had conscience
Excess thinking would be fruitful in our inter relationship about worldly sense
It's our world, come, leave the myth of religion, try to save it as God's beauty
Save all with the nature, spread humanity with love killing political hypocrisy
29.03.2020 Chattogram