Best Beneath Poems
Test me
I am willing
To fail
Failure
Is not fatal
At all
All things
Are born to be
Broken
Break free
From the outer
Hard shell
Shells can
Hide the beauty
Within
With love
Flowing freely
We glow
Glowing
For all the world
To see
Seeing
All the beauty
They smile
Smiling
Brings them pleasure
As well
Welling
Up from their soul
A gift
Gifted
To all who are
Shattered
I decided to call this a "Mussetle Train" try one out it is fun.
2 4 2 non rhyming take a word from the end of each stanza(car)
and use a derivative of it to form the premise of the next car in the train.
I am playing with a non rhyming vesion of the Musette form.
The last word of each stanza forms the premise of the next.
flames of desire
as I hold my love close. . .
the sky has caught fire
8/24/2015
For Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Poem no17' Poetry Contest
a rhyme for the spring equinox...
the hills are growing green beneath the snow
white horses, shake the winter from your manes
the spring has come, the wild wind told me so
cold ice be gone, and warm sweet water flow
come, crocuses, and flower on the plains
the hills are growing green beneath the snow
grey gulls fly high, and clouds of blossom blow
come, laughing crows, and dance within the rains
the spring has come, the wild wind told me so
soon summer, and so many seeds to sow
come, sun, spill down the furrows of the lanes
the hills are growing green beneath the snow
bright gorse ablaze, and alder tops aglow
come blood, and flood the burrows of the veins
the spring has come, the wild wind told me so
dark night be gone, long days of light to go
come love, with all your mysteries and pains
the hills are growing green beneath the snow
and spring has come, the wild wind told me so
© Gail Foster 17th March 2018
Beneath this soft...dark silent sky
Beneath this soft…dark silent sky
as starlight teardrops weep
in moon glow feathered sonnets…
my heart waits
~
Clinging to every hope,
laced of tiny woven dreams
now filtered through weary eyes
and worried sighs
~
Collecting each moment shared
within my weathered hands…mixed
with essence of rose petal and
meadowlark song
~
Woven together in melodic patterns,
colorful arcs on golden horizons
bidding me a good evening while
riding in on the sweetest of mystic zephyrs…
~
as another tear paints my cheek
in transparent worry
and desperate longing for that day
when your happiness reappears
~
For here sits my whispered wishes,
behind tufted clouds of life,
touching me with poetic joy,
allowing me to exhale freely
~
Beneath this soft…dark silent sky
as starlight teardrops weep
in moon glow feathered sonnets…
where my heart waits…for your smile
Good Night Soupers
Hoisting passions fervid, probing celestial height,
Hypnotized we stood, enthralled in smile of June,
Caressing dreams flirtatious of a romantic night,
Reaffirming love, beneath the strawberry moon.
Pulsing beats heavenly, fantasies esoteric chased,
Thrilling realm of love, resonating deep in your heart,
Content in your embrace, as memories intimate traced,
Echoes of promises eternal, forever vows impart.
Seeing you rejoiced, snuggled in my loving arms,
Nary a cloud dared to encumber cerulean skies,
As you navigated sight through opaline sea of stars
Tantalizing flame of passion, sparkling doting eyes,
Having been wooed by mystical glimpse of Luna,
Proffering blush of aura, tantalizing romance,
Bedecking tints orange upon luminous rosy awe
Seducing stance-entranced of enamored glance,
Gazing with throbbing hearts, where desires croon,
Hypnotized we stood, enthralled in smile of June,
Humming melodies, in sync with the celestial tune,
Reaffirming love, beneath the strawberry moon.
Buried here is the weather man J. P. Blithing
Forgot his brolly and got struck by lightning
In this vault is the flat coffin of J.J. Stowler
Fell into the path of a runaway steam roller
In this grave lies the ashes of Jim Fortescue
Got drunk and passed out on a barbecue
Buried below in two halves is Arthur. P. Law
Slipped in his workshop onto a circular saw
Interred a hundred feet below in a lead lined coffin
Are the glowing remains of an accident prone boffin
Lying in this vault is the body of a tiger
Inside its body is the hunter J. Stiger
Buried below in a jar are the pickled remains of P. Stringer
Who stumbled and drowned into a large vat of malt vinegar
Written 23 September 2021
Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
She stood in tensile grace, unmoved. Enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed by back light, where the tender grass had grown
A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet, still she had not flown
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?
Or take a step, in chance my foot might rustle twig or loam?
This stance of wills,...intense and poised. Would she dare to flee?
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet still she had not flown
A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise
Caressed in beauty, and sun embraced, revealed for me alone
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
Eyes made of glass, as windows are, in which the iris tongue
We made no move...each one transfixed, no air in lungs to breathe
So inter-laced, with life force crossed, in universal one
Our spirits twined against the sky, beneath the copper trees
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This women in my home argues why I leave her so-much along.
Together she say, the two of us should make the weakest link in
the chain strong (relationship). "but she's all along". The bird's
chirping as the sun awaken and stretch forth its arm as another day
creeps through the curtains and not one word is spoken. "This stran-
ger in my home". Whoe, I guest - I-guest silent is the proper thing
to do, don't say nothing to me, and I want say nothing to you.
But I break's the ice and reach for her hand, she stubborni-
ily pull-away and storms out of the room, I'm confuse and now I'm
angry, "You men's just don't understand", is the response she say's
to me, cann't talk to this stranger in my home, "but she's all along".
I head-out the door for work, not to be such a jerk. I leave her a
note to meet me after work. at a nice cozy lil restaurant secluded so
we can talk. I arrive there first, then she walk's in looking so sexxy,
my whole head spins, (she's) looking this good can not be a sin.
We rap and we talk, this stranger (my wife) were once there were
danger of never seeing her again-now after a few drinks and the pro-
blem becomes vaguily clear, we toast to communicating, and sometimes
two people will not alway's agree on the same thing. Touching each
other's hands-looking into her eye's, she's wearing a very provocative
dress that clearily has awaken this man. Talking is refreshing and I tell
her, your perfume smells aahhh soooo--sweet, now at home we stop and
began Kissing, and together we floats-on to heaven. "With Wing's be-
neath my feet's".
cherry blossoms drift
upon the white casket
-a fading pink hue
---
she scatters his ashes
where cherry blossoms bloom
-life after life
----
early miscarriage
-cherry blossoms wither
before leaves bloom
- - -
my unborn child
-cherry blossoms
wither too soon
- - -
cherry blossoms
in hues of pink
-our baby girl
- - -
first cherry falls
upon melting snowflakes
-Spring's blossom
---
cherry blossom
-i lick fresh sweetness
from his lips
---
beneath the sakura tree
i shape a heart of petals
-without you
Not for the contest but tnks Susan
and friends you are an inspiration
The stars move round in perfect harmony,
All planets move in their destined paths,
Never wavering. The harmony of celestial routes.
And now and then in the dark of the night,
I climb onto my roof and watch the million stars
Shining upon the earth with all their splendour.
Look right down in the sky, is that not the morning star
Many label it as Venus which does not twinkle,
But stares directly into your eyes, evoking love.
Oh, how elated can one feel, mesmerised by emotions
So deep into our hearts as we yearn for companionship.
Hush, the culmination of love comes with the moon
As it moves up above the dark purple hills.
I call my wife to come and see the enormous wonder
Of the dazzling resplendent night panorama,
Knew that our love now blends into a romantic oneness.
Where sweet grass blankets grow on yesterdays
And passing years weigh heavy on the trees
Serenity is found in every breeze
Unbridled dreams of youth, now hang and graze
Recalling days gone by with slower ways
Beneath the bearded oaks, time stands at ease
In search of long forgotten memories
Beyond the trail that leads into the haze
Twas here, so long ago, in summer shade
Young lovers traded dreams for purity
They took a chance their love would never fade
Two hearts were joined into futurity
Upon the sweet grass blanket, lost in dreams
Hearts filled with love and bursting at the seams
by Daniel Turner
When the moon smiled crimson
weakness departs...
Set, you're the storm darkly clouding skies
across a red desert stained
in an ancient evil being
one spawned recoiled serpent deceiver
under the sands hides
bringing disorder mixed with violence
creating war destroying all good
where nothing else matters...
I turn around looking into your eyes
soulfully held captive with shadows
helplessly falling to the knees
as watchful eyes dart
to old desires pulsing ruby red,
perfect prey captured and held
forever in her clutches
drags hearts to their fates...
Sapphire seas churn, storms pass the centuries
light years from now
when the breathless flame burns blue
an eclipse totally takes over the heart
once upon a time
weakness you fall by the way side
as strength is held
within a union of crowns
for she reigns as queen of the heart
owns every key to my demise...
Buried beneath the sands
and times forgotten
names and dates written
on the surface by her finger,
then blown away
on the same winds she rides,
free to prowl once more.
(A collaboration by Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler)
To love you in every fairest moment
and kiss you tenderly in pure delight
to yearn for you when you are absent
and hold you closer in shadowed light
love keeps us fondly in a warm embrace
as dreams within the heart become unsealed
passion will become a familiar face
beneath the sun's flowered fragrant field
we'll be devoted when our arms entwine
like tender green leaves hold the morning's dew
in the dawn soft glow your eyes always shine
hummingbirds slow their flight when they see you
the true beauty found in love is so clear
a bond to be until we disappear
Slowly, gracefully your leaves dance in the early morning breeze,
gold edges winking seductively as they pirouette past reaching limbs.
Like blazing dreams they mesmerize me as the sun glimmers silver
against the mazarine sky, teasing me as they tickle past.
Fragrant petals glitter waking sunlight that slowly dries the dew
upon the delicate stamen lashes in your compassionate blue eyes.
Bright and gentle, they watch as the shadows creep slowly through the forest
gazing upon each tiny detail, the changing hues, each movement, and me.
I can feel them watch me, caress me and, sometimes angry, burn me,
but as quickly, your bud drips its viscous nectar to cool the seething flames
and you quiver your branches in chiding whispers of reproaching laughter
as I sulk like a child enveloped in your caring, calming, airy shade.
I lean against your smooth lovely bark and you soothe me.
Long and tall reaching to touch the pillows at the tender feet of heaven,
your slender leafy fingertips spread above me shading my heavy, moist brow.
Though older than I your timeless wisdom entices and allures me.
Oh beautiful gentle tree, how easily could I love you.
03/18/17
On Halloween, beneath a crescent moon,
a dark-haired man, pale-faced, I chanced to see.
He danced with grace and beauty to each tune
the band was playing. Would he dance with me?
At last he asked me, “May I dance with you?”
On Halloween, beneath a crescent moon,
his breath was on my cheek. My passion grew.
Within his arms, I thought that I would swoon.
How beautiful he was! But all too soon
he left me, saying he would wait for me
on Halloween beneath a crescent moon,
beyond some trees in shadows he pointed to.
His first name, all I knew of him, was Sloan.
But past the trees I heard his sweet voice croon.
It led me where his name shone on a gravestone
on Halloween, beneath a crescent moon.
Written Oct. 18, 2016 for the May I Dance With You contest of Galeo DS