Best Breathtakingly Poems
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
hidden below the echoing cold indigo sea
a mermaid dwells . . .
mystical as told in myths if you believe
breathtakingly beautiful and sensual . . .
in her cobalt blue cave . . .
she keeps gems and treasure chests stolen
the sailors dizzy with lust
lured into the sea by her liquid musical murmur
and D
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N they fall to be no more . . .
and when the ship crashes into jagged rocks
breaking apart and becoming part of the sea
she comes silently beneath the tumbling waves
to take anything that shines
to her watery underwater cave . . .
where they sparkle and glow for her
she loves to touch each one -
so beware travelers of the open uncharted sea
a beautiful mermaid is waiting
to d r o w n you in the unforgiving dark depths
and steal all that sparkles
only to decorate her blue cobalt cave . . .
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August 1, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Mystical Mermaid
Copyright Protected, ID 16-813-213-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premiere Contest, Caves,
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Fifth Place
Bowled over completely
By the sight of flowers
Beside the babbling brook
Breathtakingly adorned
Balancing on tiptoes
Before my eyes, poised like
Bolshoi ballerinas.
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Contest: Pleiades- B
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 2nd
15th August, 2016
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
Under Stars One Autumn Night
One breathtakingly beautiful Autumn night,
when sublime supernovas wondrously ignite,
showering the universe with blazing orange bright,
enveloping all with total madness and moonlight,
precisely at the stroke of mystical midnight -
just love me totally holding me tight,
‘neath a starry blanket of heavenly autumnal delight!
09-06-2014
Contest: One Autumn Night (In Just 7 Lines)
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placement: 11th
Hello my exotic, glorious maiden,
By now they all know you are taken.
I possessively, poetically, clearly, and eloquently
Told them you are promised to me, a sensual, delicately,
Known beauty, could not marry a canal walk about, a
Wannabe, curling his moustache and swinging his cane,
With no title or aristocratical fame,
And who is just playing a game.
He drinks he smokes, he womanizes, and he is fat
His face ruddy red, he belongs in the sewers with rats.
Every time I see you mon amour, be it every minute
Of every day, my heart goes aflutter,
Concerned my romantic words will go asunder.
As I helplessly stutter.
You push up your corset, and alluringly overflow,
My lovely, anymore tightening, you will explode.
Your thigh high slits in your dresses tantalize men,
And with your matching parasol you look so irresistible,
No one in this town matches your looks, not even contestable.
Love of my life I love you as you be, my mistress soon to be wife,
For the rest of my life.
Time drags by so slow,
I want a ring on your finger,
Then I will whisk you away, to my Chateau,
You blow so many kisses, I know they are for me,
Your blue-eyed wink, a secret code that we will meet in the
Gondola and enjoy our passion,
You are breathtakingly beautiful, considered to be quite the catch,
We have known from our teens, that we were the perfect match.
It was a tiny thing
Just a little word
Made up of little letters
That you planted in my heart
You didn’t think much of it
You patted it down
And covered it with love
It wasn’t much
Just a little word
Little letters
Laced with encouragement
Dipped in love
Buried
In my heart
Watered by my tears
Warmed by the sunlight of your care
Growing
G r o w i n g
Strong and beautiful
A word tree
Bursting into bloom
Breathtakingly Beautiful Blossoms
Flowers that never shrivel
Or fall
Or get blighted by the frost of criticism
Eternally growing
In the garden of my heart
I weep tears of joy
Exuberant joy
You planted
A little word seed
Not knowing
My heart is fertile
My heart is rich
My tears plentiful
Not knowing
You’d left me
An eternal gift
Of wonder and beauty
“But," you say, “It just was a word!"
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The wall would not hinder my fall,
the tumble i take for memory’s sake.
Childhood sees fairylands, vast —
but as small as a neighborhood lake.
The woods with its creek and crawfish,
an older kid pinching friend’s shirt, kicking
breathtakingly loud over the ground.
The girl ought not get her feet wet,
too sensitive and shy, not a tomboy.
We’d run back to the consoling wall,
with bunny paws, spring to our mamas’ ground,
never speak of tattletales…
after all, it was my friend’s fault
for perusing the big boys fort.
Where do I start when such beauty is in view
From where I sit amidst cerulean blues
Behind she, my love, the breakers in crest
Caressing so soft, golden hues in zest
Where do I start when such beauty is in view
Locks so dark, tied back in style
Tanned shoulders radiant
Prolific profile, smile
Where do I start when such beauty is in view
Nape to her torso throws me a true
Pearls in beauty drape, adorn her soft skin
Allure my heart feels, blissful within
Where do I start when such beauty is in view
Against now cerulean skies
Breathtakingly, dressed amour
My love, seen through my eyes
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A nightingale sings at dawn’s glory. Oh!
Exquisite is the sound I am hearing.
Breathtakingly beautiful is Sun’s glow.
On his subjects below Sun is peering.
As he beams down on us from a sky painted pink,
a nightingale sings at dawn’s glory. Oh,
I feel like old Sun just gave me a wink!
And what do I see in front of me? Lo!
In the meadow I stand in there is a young doe -
perfection which stares at me with soft eyes.
A nightingale sings at dawn’s glory. Oh!
Breeze touches my cheeks. So sweetly she sighs.
More birds join in now. It’s like a choir.
Magic at daybreak all creatures can know!
As Sun in Heaven climbs higher and higher,
a nightingale sings at dawn’s glory. Oh!
May 23, 2021
for Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 3 Poetry Contest
Title chosen: "A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory"
For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (Jun 23)' Poetry Contest
Does the caterpillar understand
it will become a butterfly so grand
Does the tiny ugly duckling realize
it will be a gorgeous swan, life-size
Does the blind, featherless baby robin know
that off into the sky, it will breathtakingly go
They, of course, can't imagine these things ~
That requires a human mind with wings
if I were to manifest
your magic as my divine dusk,
O musk of damask starlight's glow,
must I slow-trace
soul’s rhyme,
explore the exotic ecstasy
within exquisite exclamations
and if,
to frame the flame of faith
within your impulses,
I must tiptoe down
the altar of your undeniable heat,
sway ~ sanguinely in sync
with the rhythm of scribed similes,
devour the devoted desires
of dulcet darkness,
for you and the hues
of silent sighs ~
breathtakingly belong to
the ache within my
sleepless highs …
so tonight,
listen to the
cadence of these eyes ~
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compulsively, catastrophically,
like a storm of firefly feathers,
breathing you…
you are mine ~ O flower moon,
in muteness and in musicality,
of forest-deep passion,
clothing my conscience
in sweet compassion,
my pulse in magnetic motion,
a breeze of zephyr ~
undefinable
and I am the archaic echo
alliterating the heavenly nights
with unrehearsed reverence,
wanting to home the silhouette
of worded wilderness…
to feel me, weave me warm
as unspoken thoughts ricochet
~ an inescapable intuition ~
quenched beneath Cupid's drizzles
of love’s sacred rain…
Down by the Avalon at the Christchurch Square
Weeps the living willows, serene, free from care
Nature’s own exotic home, a garden set in greenery
Here the Avon River fountain flows majestically
Victoria Park rest near the Christchurch Town Hall theme
Punting on the Avon is a relaxing pastime dream
This Avon runs along the botanical gardens to view
The Copthorne Central hotel overlooking Victoria park too
You can dine A La Carte while you travel round the city
Punting the Avon without seeing the cathedral would be a pity
Seeing the Bridge of Remembrance over the Avon is awesome
Sort of like Autumn before springtime helping life blossom
Avon River at Victoria Square is Heaven’s garden summery
It runs through Hagley Park, in Christchurch, breathtakingly
Nearest the Train Station Tramway, a few miles from my home
Check out some of the photos here of places where I roam
I love watching documentaries of nature,
Full of enchanting momentous adventure,
But my favourite by far is the ocean,
As it beckons and teasingly invites us
To look at a world we could never
Imagine, serene, silent, secretive,
Spectacular, incredible, and daring,
In a magical way breathtakingly alluring,
My heart resides with the passionate,
Who proudly, and painstakingly
Dive and venture into oceans and
Waters unknown, allowing us to peep,
Into an azure Aqualand, insanely so deep,
Where incredible species of fish and
Outrageous phenomenal plant life,
Astonish and mesmerize human life,
Never to bid us farewell,
As stories spanning eras magically spell,
Bound us, invoke fantasies back to
The beginning of time when galaxies
Looked down and with infectious delight,
Smiled wisely upon our planet
With a knowing, futuristic magnetic,
Mischievousness, enjoying it’s
Confounding aesthetic
Layers of anonymity, of underwater history
Until finally one beautiful day,
Pandora’s box opens revealing to us our
Oceans mystery.
I marvel at knowledge collected,
Intensely reported and documented,
So please don't pollute our oceans so vast,
And promise to keep such, forever to last.
As every waking dream
Holds love your in the heart
One smile from joy beams
Dewdrops sparkle
Inside your grace dropping
Sweetly landing warm soft
Petals of a rose
The pearls from Heaven
Washed bathing inside a rainbow
In the colour of light promise
Breathtakingly beautiful
Arms around stepping vision
Holding hands
In the gentleness of nature
Became so special living uniquely