Best Bright Poems
Big ripe Mcintosh apples found lying on the ground
Release sweet juiciness when their finders take a bite.
Ibises of scarlet stand elsewhere in the world without a sound
Gathered underneath a crimson sky awaiting night.
Hovering near bushes bursting ever rosily
Twin monarchs flutter; cardinals sit on a red-flamed tree.
Barns decorate the countryside always painted so
Easily to view in their typical bright red hue.
A patch of strawberries grows in summer row by row by row.
Utter deliciousness resides in raspberries grown there too.
Tempting are the garden's tomatoes, more treats colored red!
Inside an orchard, carrying a pail which holds small fruit
From a cherry tree, treads a freckled lad, hair like fire on his head.
Underneath a canopy of leaves, robin redbreast sings a tribute,
Lifting notes mellifluously in praise of nature’s grace.
Robust as chili peppers' flavor; radiant as a ruby gem,
Everywhere we see the passion in this color we embrace.
Delightful and dynamic too is this color most worthy of a poem!
For James Edward Lee Sr.
Acrostically I Stand Tall Poetry Contest
Open like a door before me
Be it sun or rain or stormy
Each new year gapes like yawning chasms, dark
And for all my silly scheming
All my notions and my dreaming
Passion's flames won't ever light without a spark
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
I can not see your face from here
But how I long to draw you near
And hold you to my bosom like a child
Oh New Year, won't you sing for me
And drown the sad cacophony
Of all the years behind me, lost and wild
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
You see, I'd been to hell and back
A hundred times when I lost track
Of all the hopes that blossomed in my youth
With poisons making life surreal
I'd lost the will to thrive or feel
Until the kiss of death revealed my truth
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
This year I dream of someone new
The mirrored face that longs to do
The things that he has loosened to the wind
To let go of the fears that bind
That paralyze his heart and mind
And never feel embarrassed or chagrined
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
I want to grasp life with both hands
To twirl my spirit on the sands
Of time, and never look back to redeem
But make the most of moments, each
Let laughter, love and friendship teach
My soul the things I never dared to dream
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
Burn bright with the hopes of my music and pen
Burn bright with the fire that can love me again
Burn bright with the dreams that churn deep in my heart
Burn bright with the flames of a joyous new start
(Oh New Year please burn bright for me)
And I will burn bright ... for YOU.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Soon It Will Be 2019" Poetry Contest, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, Judge & Sponsor.
Vibrant jeweled butterflies
flutter in bright azure skies.
I’ll sit and watch them for hours
sipping nectar from flowers
Wings like fragile church stained glass
lift them on a zephyr breeze
Nature’s bounty can’t surpass
precious moments such as these
(nature) Eight lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Checked with how many syllables and rhymezone
5/28/18
Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough.
Fountain of sea, rapt in darkness.
Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight.
The cursive waves doth strain the wrist.
Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.
Fountain of sea, deep in darkness.
Coarse keys, ivory black, musing.
The cursive waves doth strain the wrist.
Resist of playful sounds - thirsting.
Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.
Coarse keys, ivory black, musing,
and refusing to budge - lines spurn.
Resist of playful sounds - thirsting.
The burn hisses and squeals; smudges.
Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.
And refusing to budge, lines spurn.
Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight.
The burn hisses and squeals; smudges.
Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough.
October Sun, Gifts Bright Colors Galore
Remember Spring's green now passed away,
Its soft-laid flowers in meadows that thrill;
Cascading upon views of distant hills,
New life, Nature's power holding sway.
God blessed summer, with rays that bright shine,
We our days oft found lounging at the beach;
Far away from work, our phones out of reach,
Basking in warmth, thinking life is so fine.
October sun, gifts cool, colors galore,
Splashes of splendor, an artist's delight
And its gasping moon, sweet romancing nights
Leaving our thankful souls, begging for more!
October 27, 2019
OCTOBER SUN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Glowing gems that dress the night,
I yearn to know your brightness art
blinking quick, blinking slow
my running thoughts you make them go...
From arid desert to distant worlds,
stars white shimmer a wordless speech:
their wink--a gift of hope to travelers
who dare tread the darkest steep.
In my arms, I have one little star
so mild, so child, my antidote to fear
twinkle in her eyes, my happiest tear
years ebb my star bloom to a big star
I clap loud for my star scintillates from afar
Amidst terrors strike, she, standing still
her Venus light shining in the flight of years.
She soft-hearted despite some limiting steel
My star swim, swim to life's stream
'til pass a tide, she found her hearts' star
One day he said: "she is his dearest"
so eighth of February, they breath their vows
Soon, after a year, my before little star
now cradles her own baby star.
Her eyes so deep, her grin so sweet,
our little star add a touch of treats.
Twinkle, twinkle little stars--
gleam silver above the skies
let your light boogie near or far
on each fair fields that before us lie.
Her big eyes shone while to her chest she clasped
the violin her dad worked hard to buy.
Delightedly that Christmas morn, she gasped
to see it; then she promised she would try
with all her might to learn to master it!
She practiced hard. The girl that they called Bright Eyes
would dedicate her all. She never quit.
Each day and night, she strove to memorize
the strings’ sweet notes, in love with allegretto!
How quickly she caught on, and one main goal
was in her offering of a vibrato,
which - when it filled the air - might touch one’s soul!
Today she casts such magic with her bow
that all who hear are warmed by Bright Eye’s glow.
written 12/29/14 by Andrea Dietrich
Now for the Trashed 4 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings
Red is the crayon that I love to use.
So vivid and bright without any abuse.
I color so lively and make each stroke count.
Even making the water red in the fount.
In my pictures the hair on everyone's head.
Yes you guessed it, they're all a bright colored red!
The seasons of summer and winter and fall.
I color them all red without any appall.
So if you're an artist you plainly can see.
Everything will be red if you depend on me.
If you've heard like me, as it's often been said,
That "Passionate people always love red!"
dandelion drift
soft the seeds set sail windward ...
next year's bright meadow
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Hi-Ku (3)" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ featured on PoetrySoup.com on May 26, 2019.
Today, I count my many blessings
as today is a great new day and
I am filled with the kind of joy
a great nights sleep affords
a tired, worn thin, insomniac.
I finally slept for hours and awoke
feeling all is right and we will survive.
From my sunny balcony I leaned
over the parapet to observe my
flower garden growing peacefully
without a care of the chaos in
this world as fears are closing in.
We must not give in to those fears.
I promise to merge with my flowers
and let the day bring what it will.
My heart is full and is singing with
the Angels that are surrounding us.
Today, I count my many blessings.
Today is a great new faith filled day
and I am filled with His eternal joy
knowing this pandemic will soon be
a sad memory we will remember as
the world fighting it as ONE people.
4-9-20
Voice: Sara Ella
Little bright stardrops in emerald green
Emerald green forest in starlight so bright
Starlight so bright as you've never seen
You've never seen so much peace in the night
Night with a moonbeam that brightens my mood
Brightens my mood with small kisses of gold
Kisses of gold that gives feelings so good
Feelings so good they drive out the cold
Cold that crept up my mute spine in the eve
In the eve where the demons were waiting for me
Waiting for me with their smirks, I believe
I believe I can wish them away, you will see
You will see little stardrops in starlight so bright
So bright as the night without clouds without fear
Without fear I conquer my demons this night
This night is the first night without any tear
***
January 7, 2017
The night is young,
the night is wild,
don't follow me.
You will find grey surprises,
you will be lost in the shade,
with no light to find a way.
The day is bright,
the day means light,
just follow me,
keep on my side.
Don' t be lost with a candle,
just follow me up there,
I will light the biggest torch
for you to walk safe.
POETRY LESS
Sitting at my computer with my silly hat on,
Not knowing what to write,
I really feel sad, down, really not bright,
My muse is no help at all tonight,
As I struggle to think with all my might!
The situation lately is quite,
A challenge, and in spite,
Of my every endeavour, as I face this plight
Do not have an inkling, or even a slight
Idea, I try to relax, not to fight
This block in my mind, it’s a fright,
Hey musey mine, show me a light,
For my ideas are a tad trite!
You want us to fly a kite,
In the dark, at night?
Drink champagne and become tight,
And caviar and biscuits bite?
I’m beginning to come right,
Oh my goodness dear muse, wait
A poem is slowing forming despite,
The block in my mind, what a delight,
But in hindsight,
Let’s work on it tomorrow, for I am alight
Too much champagne, feel I’ll ignite!
Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine
(by Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley)
Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine that morning,
I held you so close and the world was mine,
we shared our love as the day was dawning,
I drank from your goblet, our love divine.
Sunlit echoes played to our beating hearts,
precious, very precious our love-held Time.
We had it all and all that bliss imparts,
our days and nights joyous, dreams so sublime.
Our song it was sung our hearts love displayed,
love was our journey a heaven divine,
now in our hearts memories we replay,
Love in our summer that ever did shine.
May forever, dawns wake us together.
In true depths of love, bid us fair weather.
Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley collaboration.
Truly was an honor and great pleasure to collaborate with my very talented friend, Micheal P. Clark on this sonnet..
Such inspiring verses Michael presented for me to write to ..
Any time my friend...
look up at the skies
the diamonds on black velvet -
enchanting beauty
with a royal view
universe sublime aspects -
touched a twinkling star
mixed in ecstasy
if i could only catch one -
in bed at midnight
to ascend the sky
moon guards the treasure as gold -
prayer of twilight
quiet dreams under the sky -
that night a star fell nearby
30.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
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Haiku Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel
2nd place in the contest