Best Bowers Poems
Golden-flecked bliss
of enraptured blown-kiss
stardust bestrewn
beguiling skies
bespangled sequin eyes
shimmer in swoon
in midnight hours
from celestial bowers
lift blest voices
balmy hymns calm
serenity’s sweet psalm
saints’ rejoices
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Love - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut
ambrosial dreams
showered in jasmine streams
angels’ water
immerse in sleep
your virtuous well deep
baptized daughter
melodic sky
divinity’s stars sigh
spiritual
nirvana floats
seraphs’ musical notes
air's lyrical
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Love - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut
Categories:
bowers, angel, dream, heaven, night,
Form:
Lyric
Spring Sonnet
Elevate my senses with your flowers
In spacious fields where they are free to grow.
Deep in fragrant flora I could spend hours
Refreshed by rain where gentle breezes blow.
The snow has melted, now a flowing stream
Where Earth's creatures feast below the bowers,
And drink where dappled sun has left its gleam
As sylvan trees grow as tall as towers.
Welcome robins with songs in fluted calls
Sing from their hearts as they birth eggs of blue.
Bees collect nectar near the garden walls
Making sweet honey with its amber hue.
Clouds part as Apollo rises to grace
The glory of the verdant hillside's face.
2-26-18
A STRAND (1046) Poetry Contest~First Place~
Spring Is In The Air - Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Categories:
bowers, flower, nature, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
Red, red roses, you flowers of immortal love
You first blossomed in God’s Garden for Eve
In my garden too, you bloom so bright
I tend you with love and care day and night
You gladden me all through the day
That my verse on roses before all, gleefully I lay
Amid stinging thorns and the cover of leafy green
Your frilled beauty is sometimes veiled unseen
But as the wind croons all day in your ear
Your sweet fragrance spreads in the husky air
Thus, we are drawn to your hidden presence
And come to know of your lovely existence
You appear most beautiful when budding new
Lovely you are when your petals glisten, washed in dew
My Garden serves as a therapy in stress and strain
It is there, I forget and forego all my pain
When the first rays of light fall on the flowers
And the leaves are beaded with dew drops in bowers
I get out to work in nature’s household
And it brings me returns and rewards manifold
As I pull out every unwanted weed
A bit of my grief, I am learning to set aside
Sure, the smiling flowers give me lots of cheer
And my health improves, as I inhale morn’s fresh air
Categories:
bowers, appreciation, flower, garden, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Assuring more time to embrace the earth's sun
Brings with it sweet pleasures summer has spun.
Casting out a line in search of a suffering soul,
Derives inner joy that is good for the whole.
Everyone may soon become quite aware,
Favoring the spirit gifts so much to share.
God's greatest gifts are so freely given...
Help yourself to the sweet fruits of heaven.
Inside your mind lives pristine poetic flowers,
Just let them flow through tips of your bowers.
Kindred spirits will gravitate to your prose or rhyme,
Lyrics that sway us, dancing in harmonic time.
Moving to music creates tranquility,
Neutralizing harsh sounds with indemnity.
Omnipotence frees us from our emotional will,
Penetrates our sanctuary when we are quiet and still.
Quality not quantity of life's special dreams
Related in love's happiness is all that it seems.
Seeking to help others will benefit you
Through the gift of your time, in kind things you do.
Universal energy is captured by all,
Vibrating in frequencies in an invisible pall.
We may share with each other our auras divine
Xyst beauty that surrounds in astrological trine.
Yearning to spread peace to indifference I find;
Zealous in my heart to share love with mankind.
© Connie Marcum Wong
July 22, 2015
Your Best Poem #2 Abecedarian Contest~Sixth Place~
Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
bowers, joy, love, spiritual,
Form:
Abecedarian
The harvest moon appears behind the hill
In purest enchantment like so foretold,
As her radiant tassels glimmer still
Like embroidered lace of russet and gold.
From whispering of the ambient breeze,
A nightscape etches autumn’s moss and fir
Through lucent bowers of glorious trees;
Where dragonflies and owls reel on, astir.
How bold the prism of a cycle’s ray
While September’s moonrise adorns the earth;
Igniting bright pageantry on display
With holy graces from nature’s rebirth.
Till majesty of lit sparkle descends;
And once more evenings’ ceremony ends.
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For John Hamilton's Your best rhyming poem-2
Posted 8.28.2016 Resubmitted 2.3.2017
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Sonnet Form checked through
www.howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
bowers, blessing, moon,
Form:
Sonnet
SPRING
Testing the water with bare toes
I will recoil
to the misted edge of hoarfrost
softened soil
peek through eyes of Crocus
and Jonquil
at the emptiness my promise
must fullfil.
I’ll whisper to the branches shy
with cold
to remember seasoned stories
they were told
beckon to the passing birds -
alight
let us celebrate this
un-chilled night.
My warming fingers, reaching gently,
thaw river ice
as softened earth imparts my scent
to foggy spice
worms wiggle in the drizzling
April showers
as dawn tempts the stretching vines
climb empty bowers.
I will touch each aching heart
with sunshine’s gift
releasing all from stifling
Winter’s grip
nestle with the Cardinals
and Jays
languish in renewals
warming haze.
1/2/2015
submitted to Seasons – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
bowers, seasons, spring,
Form:
Personification
She is learning young
Pure genteel pleasures of a garden
Amid the fragrant roses and towering lupines
Sweet feminine echo of her beautiful mother
She holds up her watering can
A tiny version of the other.
Now she mimics to perfection
The sprinkling of flowers
As she giggles with delight
At birds in secret bowers.
She can't wait for tomorrow
Her duties to employ
She is mother's little helper
And Daddy's little joy
Categories:
bowers, beauty, bird, daughter, garden,
Form:
Verse
The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.
Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.
Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.
White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.
The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.
The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.
The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.
The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.
Categories:
bowers, animals, life, loss, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Double Chained Sonnets, Nature's Beauty, Our Vanity So Shames
(1.)
Nature's Beauty, Our Vanity So Shames
Nature, deepest hues set to color life
life its temptations, bringing moral strife
strife, its agony he can not ignore
ignores, so doing denies, all the more.
More as he himself, huge treasure demands
demands as if Heaven, heeds such commands
commands that show his darkest of dark lust
lust he reasons as reward that is just.
Just as he thinks his life is to control
control using, to his honor extol
extol false virtue, truth rightly denies
denies as into great fits, he then flies!
Nature's beauty, our vanity so shames
Shames man's, so shamelessly set, wicked games!
Robert J. Lindley,
Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse
perfect 100 words..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:: 140
Total # Words:::::: 100
(2.)
Music, Could We Live Sweet Life Without It
Music, its gifts serenades, so rewards
rewards we, wanting to be famous bards
bards that struggle for magnificent words
words to all mankind, singing as songbirds.
Songbirds singing their music truly sweet
sweet to, in Life stir, man's tender heartbeats
heartbeats racing strong as soft glow showers
showers, as if from heaven's high bowers!
Bowers above, that set angels to sing
sing to mortal man, to greater joy bring
bring in deep beauty of music's treasures,
treasures, as one of Art's greatest pleasures!
Music, could we live sweet life without it?
It that oft sends, darkness back to dark pits.
Robert J. Lindley,
Chained sonnet, ten syllable rhyming verse
perfect 100 words..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:::140
Total # Words:::::::100
Categories:
bowers, appreciation, beauty, creation, humanity,
Form:
Sonnet
Seijaku – 8-1-24
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Seijaku
Serenity abides with tranquility
Abiding in beauty
And deep respirations of satisfaction
Ready
Alert
Overlooking tangled mazes of overlapping obligations
Labyrinths of lists -
And atonal demands.
As the sun streaks past engorged calendars
In whirly-gigs of heavy-handed chaos
The shade of tranquility
Stretches out
Looming across the face of serendipity
With the breath of the rose
The whisper of sapphire jewels
Born from oceanic bowers.
In the shadows waits
The gift of each rubric solved
Pushing aside the tyranny of over committed -
In dawns, and Aurora’s ballet in neon slippers,
The spirit dialates,
As moonlight drips from feathery boughs,
Healed from epidemics of minutes
Swallowed by a never resting pendulum.
The poet arises, even blooms,
Ignoring the cataracts of frail dreams
When hurried footsteps and clouded hearts
Still race infected by chaotic delirium
Tripping over beauty’s outstretched boughs
To see – to notice -
To embrace
Lavender, gently waiting, with amazement.
Categories:
bowers, life, peace, time,
Form:
Free verse
I know the land where the lemon trees flower.
Where bees are buzzing hour after hour.
And on the air a sweet scent floats
With promise of fruits by nature rote
Through peaceful fields winds a path to this place
Where branches of trees overhead interlace
Blue sky and clouds weave magical eaves.
Full of birdsong and fluttering leaves
We can meet in the land where the lemon trees flower
And we’ll be together hour after hour.
Under the scented blossom tree bowers
In a place that is truly, blissfully ours.
8/21/18
Pretty Poem Please Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
5th.Place
Categories:
bowers, beautiful, dream, fantasy, romance,
Form:
Lyric
I see pretty flowers
in gardens and bowers
Vivid gold daffodils
line the banks of deep rills
Fledgling chicks spread their wings
listen as songbirds sings
Little lambs play in fields
I love all that spring yields
Theme 2 nature inspired
Alexandrine - Modified Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Checked with how many syllables
03/23/20
Categories:
bowers, animal, flower, nature, spring,
Form:
Alexandrine
Walking Away
I walked away today
Something has changed
My thoughts, my emotions have jolted to a halt.
I do not feel the same as I did yesterday
A wall of magnitude has completely blinded my view
To barricade the ones that have steadily darkened each hidden crevice
And to protect my tethered heart
Everyone has their breaking points
No more left to give
I have a new life to live!
The disappointment of what could have been
Is what aches me so poorly
And the grasping of hope of one day observing a better you...
The softness of my intentions have become solid and firm
Once upon a time, I promise I did care
But this cloak of a fool I will no longer wear
Each and every day I opened my door for you
Allowing you to walkthrough
Granting you access to my private domain
To which only a few have remained
Today the life you once knew is no more
As you watched me close my opened door
Walking away
Walking away
Walking away...from you
Copyright@Tammy Bowers 2021
Categories:
bowers, courage, feelings, inspiration, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
April graces us with showers,
As cold snows melt, their wintry scene
Is changed to many shades of green.
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers,
Apollo's face is golden fair...
The scent of spring is in the air.
As blossoms float down from bowers
When gusts of April breezes blow,
They spread below like golden snow.
Then in delight I watch for hours,
For truly at this time of year
I feel God's presence dwelling here.
Blessed and touched by divine powers.
The joy of springtime here on Earth
Is felt with every flower's birth.
April graces us with showers,
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers,
As blossoms float down from bowers
Then in delight I watch for hours,
Blessed and touched by divine powers.
Categories:
bowers, flower, rain, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
BRIDAL DRESS FOR THE HAWTHORN TREE
In the church garden fair,
One glorious May day near the ides -
Blossom on gown and hair
Flowing, floating down her sides,
Bosom and bouquet - the bride’s
Glowing in the warm spring embrace
Of her golden groom. She flowers
With bloom on her cheeks and face;
Then, in light petalled showers,
She fills the wood’s fragrant bowers:
Blossom-confetti litters and turns
To white the path through her roots unseen.
Then the hawthorn tree returns
Again to her everyday working green -
From her role as May Queen.
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NOTE
The hawthorn tree in bloom with white flowers in spring is a beautiful
sight, but lasts only a short time, like a wedding celebration.
Hawthorn trees are known as May trees, and they appear in the proverb
“Cast ne’er a clout till May is out.” Many people think this means
you must keep wearing winter clothers till the end of the month of May,
but it really means until the May tree’s blossom-flowers are out.
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Written by Sydney Peck 2 February 2012
Entered in Francine Roberts's Contest "English quintain a spring day"
Categories:
bowers, nature, spring, tree, may,
Form:
Quintain (English)