Best Breath Poems
Royal blue sky scattered sapphire clouds
On horizon embroidered in navy blue attire
Summoned by the onset of marigold sun
Emitting amber gold on tuscan yellow fire
Where tapestry of fluffy lavender floats
Decorating patterns of designs periwinkle
Mosaic of colors then spray-paint the water
Spreading a layer of golden yellow cover
Shimmering gold dust on twilight ripples
Abutting brushstrokes of dark blue egyptian
I saw you briefly where first time we met
On the lonely bridge that extends into bay
But as the dark landmass peeked its head
And the lifeless vegetation glinted despair
The tangerine breeze announced your exit
Quivering our aura beneath glittering riffle
For you refused to witness impending flame--
Broken vows ablaze in last breath of sunset
Written: August 4, 2018
Submitted on February 6, 2023 to:
2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Submitted on December 7, 2022 To:
Placed 3rd: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Poem of the day on August 7, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #180 by Brian Strand
When the last rain drop has fallen
and final word has been spoken.
When mercy is no longer our saviour,
remember, each time your heart beats,
with every sigh on the tip of your tongue,
my only wish was to forever love you,
stronger than the light that shone at sunrise,
warmer than the rays from that golden orb,
more powerful than the radiance of the moon
and with greater devotion than the stars.
Silent One
Simple Musing
17 February 2018
No end where love's found
no beginning, though there must've been
I can't recall, seems it was always there
going on and on..
No life better known, restless like the forest
hearts awaken at new sight and sound
teasing I see, so pleasing..
two corners lifting at your mouth.
You can go on now, find me..
the place you always knew
waiting, silent as a stone
body and soul lost to you.
A place with no beginning
no tomorrows, nor sorrows
we'll leave them at the gate.
Oh my love, I can't breathe,
can hardly bear the wait.
Against the velvet canvas of night the downy snow falls all around me.
Silence deafening,falling upon my ears in this winter wonderland I see.
The chill of winters breath places it's kiss upon rose petal skin so light.
Whilst I stand 'neath tiny flakes and behold this magnificent sight.
I adore the silence of this winter wonderland that only my soul does know.
As I walk by crystal streams that flow dotted white with cottony snow.
Oh the heavenly peace that encompasses my soul this wintry night.
As the snow glistens and sparkles under the soft glow of moonlight.
I stand awestruck as I gaze upon snow covered emerald pine.
Dusted in winters frosty touch so heavenly sublime.
God placed a love of winters beauty within my lil' ol' country heart.
Soft memories of this wonderland from my mind will never part.
(1.)
From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose
When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush
Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays
Red beauty gleaming, rose stills early rush
Into man's world shines, another bright day.
With red rose petals spreading ever wide
Calming thoughts, heavenly blue ocean waves
One may from duty or play thus decide
No plucking, to rose's truest of beauty save.
Within Nature's truth, rests a native song
Of wanderings some lost souls have traveled
In desperate search for truth to belong
Hope, such tapestry, can be unraveled.
From Dawn's spirited breath, they see red rose.
And wonder why its color, Nature chose.
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, Rhyme, ( To Gaze In Awe At Red Rose Radiant Colors )
(2.)
Red Rose, Sing Me A Sweeter Melody
Alas! Flowers winter breath soon must feel
Frigid wind, that fierce and dastardly blows
Pray I, mildest winter, on knees I kneel
Begging for Spring, when fantastic green shows.
Red rose, sing me a sweeter melody
Of paradise that hold Spring all the year
Casting winter's fangs into darkest sea
Allaying this man's dreaded icy fears.
Shall I, for deepest beauty thus reward
A plastic cover to thy life extend
For here blasting winter chill 'tis so hard
Harsh reality, let us not pretend!
Red rose, thy bright song must for a time end.
Solemn vow held as, magnificent friend!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, Rhyme, ( Red Rose, To Admiring Heart, Thy Truest Song Sing )
(3.)
Then Red Rose Blushed Its Petals Brightest Red
Songbirds to red rose, thy colors cry out
Bestow thy harmonious songs as gifts
We sing melodies while flying about
Hoping thy red souls it truly uplifts.
Red rose, songbirds assuredly you know
In my soft flowerbeds I welcome thee
In Mother earth's soil I happily grow
With pleasure serve her busy honey-bee.
Listen Mother Nature so softly said
Birds to you, I giveth earth and blue sky
To red rose I gift my fine virgin beds
None but blinded man would be asking why!
Then red rose blushed its petals brightest red
Proving to all, truth Mother Nature said!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2019
Sonnet, Rhyme, ( Red Rose, Songbirds, Mother, Nature- A Conversation )
If I were a baby’s breath
I’d be the sigh
that bends the wheat as dawn slips by
a gentle chinook that softly speaks
a river’s pause….. before it breaks
the soulful love itself remakes.
If I were the moment
I'd be the one
star that pierces through the dark
where moons align and two hearts become
a place thoughts dissolve where time suspends
a love too vast for fate to end.
If I were a dream catcher I’d kiss your sleep
with shades of joy too rich to keep
reality more radiant than you'd dare.
and when you wake upon your skin
my breath would rise dew drops within.
If I had an enchanted touch
I’d be the artist
of tides that sculpt the cliffs in full
a warmth that lingers on your breasts
a caress that cradles slow and deep
like roots that drink where my love sleeps.
If I were a sacred covenant
I’d be the mark
that binds your soul where comets arc
not lost to time, nor dimmed by space
but carved in light-faith’s endless place.
forever locked in my loves’ divine celestial lace.
But I am just myself
imperfect true
yes, I am only flesh and bone
no myth no spark no sculpted stone—
but in your arms, I burn, I shine
a zephyrus breath where earth meets sky.
To get my heart in the right rhythm, I have to catch your inner you
Holding hands kiss colors inside sunshine warm paradise
Together we share our dreams with a glass of pink champagne
Celebrating a living memory of eternal beauty sparkling gems glisten
We will find ourselves in an everlasting magical journey
Where the golden barley shakes silken softly whispers in our breeze
I'll walk with you through ages of time
Uniting as one shadow embraced dancing silver treasure
Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
Weightless without body floating beautiful falling inside the soul's desire
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 18.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky.
How sweet the breath of love upon my face!
In rustling leaves, I hear you softly sigh;
in autumns wind, I look up to the sky
and see what time and death cannot erase. . .
In guise of sun’s bright rays, you are nearby!
In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky.
How sweet the breath of love upon my face!
Written 2/7/2015 for the Contest of Gail Angel Doyle
Within each heave grows mild a tender sight
That follows your beat through the hem of night
Where I become a whisper of moon’s delight
To cuddle each sigh and bestow warm rest...
From pricked hours, from low days that arrest
A loss of serenity far from grace
My breath of love wraps you in sweet embrace.
Cracks of the heart are like youth’s brittle wear
Rupturing hope as eyes weep, oh daughter
The betrayal of friends, in shadows, tear
And wrenching the edged grasses as you pass by
Down lonely road seemingly far yet nearby...
Bring then my note's whiff, one step at a time
To hum afresh life's interludes sublime.
Gail Doyle's Breath Of Love
2/08/2015
warm breath of summer
golden blossoms take to wing
fireflies flit in fields
on seasonal breeze
cicadas chorus in song
ice tea on porch swing
6/25/2020
Summer Haiku Poetry
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
If I had to choose between loving you
And breathing my very last breath
I would use this opportunity
To say I love you
This is how deep my feelings are for you
To the ends of the earth I would go
To find you again if we ever were separated
I'm a mere mortal trying to explain
My love for you is on a higher plain
One that's reserved for the ultimate lovers
Those that have discovered
The true meaning of this emotion
The reward for making the journey through life
With its many tragedies and pitfalls
So now you see my love
If I had to choose between loving you
And breathing my very last breath
I would use my last breath
To say I love you
i gather my thoughts
like a squirrel
scurrying to find nuts
as it rustles
through leaves
on crisp lawns
the air is warm
as am i
when wrapped
in thoughts of you
i can almost feel your touch
press against me
a breath of air
touches there
as autumn breathes
slightly cooler
then you
memories twirl
in my mind
like these little leaves
as they spiral down
suddenly i am blushed
more than the trees
as i remember
our first kiss
i look at the branches
slightly quivering in the wind
as did i back then
as i watch the sun fade
slightly redder than i
the ground and trees
mirror her reflection
i marvel at the beauty
and wonder
why does everything
so beautiful have to end
soon these trees
will be stripped of color
stand naked
in blankets of white
autumn breathes again
somewhat cooler than before
i shiver beneath her touch
and my thoughts fade
with the night...
the scent of autumn fills the air
as i head back home
i can hear the crackle
of fresh burning wood
you await by the fire
your lips reach towards mine
i tremble within
i feel your breath
against my flesh
and i remember
autumn's breath
and blush as i think
perhaps there is beauty
in being naked
beneath blankets of white
From far a cool wind gently blows,
There's a pleasantness in the air.
Harsh summer heat steadily slows.
The leaves of trees, new colours wear.
Autumn has come in time to cheer
From far a cool wind gently blows
The season brings everything dear
Stock in squirrel’s granary grows
Leaves fall ending their sprightly shows.
Some go fluttering in the air
From far a cool wind gently blows
Some trees are going starkly bare
Flowers begin to fade and die,
As the season’s about to close
Many birds in flock southward fly.
From far a cool wind gently blows
I feel her coming, and upon my nape
she’s brushing me! Oh my, I have been kissed!
I know she will get stronger. Then she’ll drape
the trees with all the colors I have missed
since last she visited. How nice she is.
She brings such beauty, and sweet fragrance too.
A bit rambunctious, sometimes she can whiz
right past me, swishing leaves. And skies once blue
might darken then, but when the rains come down,
I know they are her way to bless us more,
for grass that in the winter had been brown
becomes lush green. Come, Flowers I adore -
my pretty Roses – Let the breath of Spring
revive you as the hills with birds’ song ring.
March 8, 2021
For the Breath Of Spring Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh