Best Blanketing Poems
Last night I dreamt that I was dancing
in soft foggy mists designed in
pearly bows, frolicking from
thin fluffy silver waves-
blanketing moonlit
skies within hour
less hills and
jasmine
fields
free
flowing
through blue bliss
lakes, in lucid
motions, as seamless
ripples reflect a sweet
rhapsody of a golden
rose sprouting amidst glistening
rays, as I name mauve stars with your love
Here I lie in the solace of my bed
Wrapped up in these sheets of grey
Looking out past the frosted glass
Out into the pitch dark of night
Oh the white puffs falling down
Little cotton balls so fluffy
So pure
Blanketing the barren ground
Brightening up the darkened night
Remembering our time together
those little snow ball fights
you putting snow down my back
you're first snow angel
How I want those days back
Here I lie in the solace of my bed
wondering
could you?
would you?
Still be mine
I know it feels right
Only time will tell
if you'll be my snow angel
Sometimes my soul
resembles distant horizons,
like burning stars
abandoned between
dusk and dawn.
When the
sky hangs
as heavy as
my hazy heart,
I search for a sign
from heaven
to soothe
the somber sequences
of nature blanketing
mountains of misery,
as the spectrum of
colors is full of deception.
Maybe the universe
illustrates splitting
sunsets within
my murky thoughts,
As I'm oblivious to
the rhythm of
riveting songs of spring.
I sing
tunes of autumn,
orchestrated in
black and white,
grey refrains remain
locked as an encrypted
mystery of winter land,
within
esoteric hieroglyphics
blowing as
tornadoes of hurt.
I am envious of the
sound of comforting rain,
and clouds
carrying chaos-
weeping reveries of angst.
But what if these
translucent tears
and the anxiety I
try to hide,
fall like
mists of
haunting memories,
to follow the moon-glade,
ruffling along
sterling ripples,
unravelling
jasmine compassion
across rivers of
scattered gems,
would I then feel
the light of love,
synchronize
a eucalyptus lullaby
that sketches
amethyst amulets
through
midnight fears,
to embrace these
fragile dandelion wishes,
behind metaphorical
fields of periwinkle flowers.
My dreams are fading,
whilst darkness whirls
in unending circles.
I am barely breathing,
as the silhouette of
a pale sapphire
shatters into a
sea of sadness.
For you have
cast a shadow
upon the sun
within my mind,
and all that's left
in this eclipsed realm
is the petrichor scent
of healing,
amidst
the dying petals
in my balcony,
that mimic flames of
life and betrayals.
Maybe, it is from
the aftermath of storms,
we flourish rainbow
roses soaked
in redolent incense-
roaming through
an opaque canvas of clarity.
It took place shortly after and the stage was set
before words before ink before heavenly breath
There was a rain on the parade
of eternal monotony
and the angels were elated
In the Beginning God created... the verse everyone knows
tantalizing phrasing that leaves you on your tip-toes
before grass before plants before earthly foes
And the earth was without form... (and talk about void!)
It was there when it was all lightning and storm:
chaos untamed in watery upheaval,
though the celestial walls were impermeable
Enough disarray to make a grown man weep
And darkness was over the surface of the deep...
It was there before it was given the title: Sea
Before light was birthed with a "Let there be"
Blanketing the earth with cerulean comfort
in preparation for ethereal tickles,
despair happy to take her wings
And the Spirit of God was hovering...
Like a golden eagle dipping down
into azure pools
knowing mountains will soon rise from your depths
... but LOVE is the requisite
... and HOPE is the heart of it
Just like the weather that's about to hit the scene,
before Pangaea performs in emerald green
... and there was morning the Second Day
Can you not hear your doubts just wash away?
---remember what happened on the Third?
I'm sure you do---
As you see Him reaching down with liquid love for you,
longing to invigorate your being
He wants to split you in half
as the Rod of Moshe
made watery walls of crystallization
He longs to enter into your towering trust
(and not just on occasion)
For sometimes the Water of Life is dramatic
Sometimes it's not
And sometimes your fears could use a little irrigation
(right now your eyes could use
a bit of prayerful precipitation)
Remember the ruby water that dripped down
the Face of the Son
that fateful day
Drink it in Become full
Indulge in humble hydration
Your heart will tell you what you should
And behold it was very good...
NOTE: Moshe is the Hebrew rendering of the name Moses.
Written April 2nd, 2016
For the Element Water Contest Hosted by Brian Davey
Six Words Used: Impermeable, Requisite, Invigorate, Crystallization, Precipitation, Hydration
She dons her scarlet gown again
Still radiant from last year’s ball
She knows it will attract the men
As it glitters in hues of fall
A golden scarf ignites the flame
Of campfires in the painted hills
On this dance floor lovers came
To celebrate the autumn chills
Ever so gracefully she twirls
In ballet slippers of citrine
Her long, amber hair unfurls
Blanketing the last leaves of green
She genuflects to the north wind
When winter invites her to dance
Knowing soon he will rescind
His flirtatious bid for romance
Come, winter, once again,
the way you came to me when I was young,
and with a handsome boy as we took a little stroll
along a country lane, our love new and pristine
as the wisps of white that gently drifted
with whispers of the wind. It seemed as if
sugar crystals were being sifted by the angels
from heaven above!
Oh, those soft pearls swirling in the dusk,
blanketing immaculately all the terrain.
We felt no need to speak, for it was so amazing.
As we continued on our way,
alabastine was the tread of our boots
as we inhaled deeply sweet quietude and peace.
Soon the soft flurries transformed into
much larger flakes of snow that seemed
to tumble from the sky.
We turned to walk hand in hand back to our cabin,
anticipating the warmth of its fireplace
before the dusk would turn into a pale blue night.
We spied three cardinals decorating
one of the many frosted trees along the lane.
As we hurried on, I stumbled at one point.
My gallant caught me and held me close.
We stood a while gazing into each other’s eyes.
I lightly brushed some snowflakes from his glistening cheeks.
When we arrived at the cabin made cozy by a fire,
we snuggled on the sofa, still watching out the window
as snow accumulated more and more.
Oblivious to mundane woes, we embraced
each other as we also embraced the serenity of that day.
Our new love was glowing and growing
like that December’s first day of snow.
Oh, come to me sweetly, winter,
as you did so long ago.
Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote
blue sphere, purling,
spinning helplessly
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free;
to reach out.
Scorpius sprawls low
across the Autumn void;
a celestial corpse
twinkling, twitching;
inexplicably still breathing,
expelling the last
of her precious plexine light
in a final, desperate act
to awake inspiration, stir passion,
proffer wholeness and healing
to an infirmed, ungrateful planet,
for her end-of-reign recession.
Projecting dreams; visions
like swirling Akashic holograms
leaping forth from ancient pages
of ethereal records,
all but lost to time and apathy.
Twisting snakelike through the cosmos,
her broody gaze steeling
in every direction;
fierce energy bombarding;
burning across the universe.
Intense joules bursting forth;
reaching out to nurture
willing universal souls;
scorching those who reject her,
turning them to table fodder
at a divine banquet
for dark gods.
Sagittarius flickers jovially behind
as if breathless with laughter;
taunting, frustrating,
staying just out of reach
of her vengeful tail.
The rule of Scorpio wanes
upon Orion's horizontal breach
extinguishing the sting-ed cluster;
quelling her tumultuous surge
until late-spring pains
rebirth her fires,
igniting them, emerging again
from the icy chasm
of black oblivion.
Sunless days under artic charred skies
frozen rain pelting, making me cry
harsh north winds, chill to the bone
why do I even call this place home?
Dreams of paradise have begun
Endless sunsets over clear cobalt seas
Pure white sands blanketing a quiescent cove
as a warm zephyr floats across my bronzing tan
and then I see her
that smooth Mediterranean toned skin
sauntering slowly through the gentle tide
playful splashes glimmering off her sun kissed lips
her dark sunglasses and colourful hat attempting to hide her beauty
but I know
I can see it in her graceful gait
in her sensuous sway
the way she lightly kicks the water
and definitely in her smile
oh how she flashed it my way
when she saw my stare
when I walked up
and she flipped that hair
an angel rising from the sea
my missing olive tree
I knew
I knew she was for me
we walked the beach and talked
she took my hand
my heart went a flutter
as our lovelorn lips locked
I was home
The “forthcoming” backtracks on dilly-dallied whispers.
They place verbal down payments on layaway,
Incomplete soul mates
Running on muted slow dances
Blanketing their pain
“Oh, how I always wished for your lips against my selfless animosity”, said Nobody.
Another decrepit smile
Pandering arrogant Bible verses,
They stroke heartbeats
Made of blood diamond fallacies
Reflecting upon misery with convex eyes,
Companionship denied,
“I’m so glad you stayed”, said Somebody.
Placating vehement touch,
They ache for petulant innocence
To rock them to sleep
Lullabies venture unto unknown certainties,
Lackadaisical clef sharpens ill-fated tomorrows
They make “love” to invisible yesterdays,
Feeding off strenuous caress
Torn, silky dress
Perpetuating restraining orders in duress
Bloodied retinas blink,
Vexed
©Drake J. Eszes
After the flurry
My soul delights
Soft curves before me
Ice cream dreams
Shadows dancing and stretching
Defining infinite frozen sculptures
Ice diamonds
floating through the air
Glistening
Riding the shafts of pale sunlight
Landing on my nose
Blanketing my eyelashes
I capture them on my tongue
A frosty treat
A shiver up my spine
I wiggle my toes awake
Warmth in my belly caresses me
Surreal
This glorious tapestry before me
Silent beauty
Her dress of lace
Paper cutout high heels
A crown of icicles
Hugging myself now
A hole in my mitten
Allowing the magic
to seep into my heart
Wishing Happy Healthy Holidays to all
and best wishes for a Wonderful New Year !
Winter feathers the ground with snow,
blanketing everything in white.
An impressionist, like Van Gogh,
Winter feathers the ground with snow.
And sunbeams set it all aglow,
icicles sparkling in the light.
Winter feathers the ground with snow,
blanketing everything in white.
Icicles sparkling in the light
summon flames to crystals of ice;
fueled by the fire's frigid bite.
Icicles sparkling in the light
encourage snowflakes to ignite.
Lighting up Winter's paradise,
icicles sparkling in the light;
summon flames to crystals of ice.
Lighting up Winter's Paradise;
a descending sun bleeds blood-red,
paying sunset's ultimate price.
Lighting up Winter's Paradise,
nothing less could ever suffice;
a shroud fit for Autumn's deathbed.
Lighting up Winter's Paradise;
a descending sun bleeds blood-red.
Such beauty that falls from the heavens tonight like downy feathers from on high.
Falling from angels wings gently blanketing the earth in whispered breaths of a sigh.
A silent hush befalls the lil' country hollow where emerald pines they grace.
And snow capped streams flow endlessly with ice crystals that weave and lace.
Winters breath so frigid and cold howls outside the lil' country cabin of log .
And inside by the grand stone fireplace sleeping soundly the old hound dog.
As I look out through frosted window pane at my heavenly winter wonderland on display.
It's as if through the silence you can hear the angels sing and on their harps they play.
Such peace my country heart finds within the downy snow so virgin white.
A serenity that only God above can know placed within my soul this very night.
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
Your Best Free Verse 2020
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Gone, now just a memory the warmth of summer,
winter's icy fingers now take a harsh grip turning
land to frozen waste. Blanketing it in snow as the
nights draw in, reflecting the bright moon.
Children having fun sledges rushing down the hill
and snowmen appear standing as sentinels to winter.
The whisk of skiers as they fly past speeding downwards
their colourful ski suits adding splashes of vivid colour.
Jack Frost hard at work decorating trees with icicles
some short and others long sparkling, reflecting light
appearing like gems amidst the sprinkled snow covered
branches. Once more winter reigns supreme.
Icy winds howl across the valleys causing drifts
of snow some eight foot deep, chilling bones
making us huddle down in fleece lined coats
Rosy cheeks blaze out from under hoods,
And fingers freezing cold from handling snow.
contentment in every face as people head home.
To cups of hot chocolate and toasty warm fires
shutting out for now winter's icy blast.
they say no two snowflakes are alike,
I beg to differ
for me, they are all the same
since they remind me of you
glistening in beauty
as you fall—
twinkling with laughter
as you dance—
gracefully, ever so gracefully
blown by the breeze
you whisper
just like those snowflakes
of that sweet December
blanketing everything in purity
the fate of snowflakes
however, is very sad
for they melt away in the Sun
and our love was that snowflake
ever glistening, melting my heart
into a puddle of kaleidoscopic teardrops
they say no two snowflakes are alike,
I beg to differ…
for me, they are all the same
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Submitted for Constance's Horses or Snowflakes contest :)
Snowflake's the theme; written by me, nikko palmario (haha not kikko)