Best Brightness Poems
Tall, gray, trees stand together like statues
Across the winter’s landscape of hills
Some snow still clings to the arms of branches
Reaching wide, reaching far and wide!
Today, there is no wind in this still life view
Of land, rocks, and trees to dark blue mountains
A strip of pale light is shining across the horizon
Distant treetops seem to be touching it beneath the gray
Yet, the white of the snow, is brighter than anything!
Anything, from this hill to the far mountains
Anything from the frozen ground to the open sky
And brighter than everything that catches my eye!
Bright enough to spark ideas
Bright enough to awaken dreams
Brighter than all the gray deterrents
Brighter than everything that catches my eye!
Heidi Sands
1/19/22
POTD 1/21/22
It was the Eve of a brand new year,
so I’d gone out on my porch to say goodbye
to the prior year, having heard a blue moon should appear.
As I was looking all around me up into the sky,
no sign of a moon at all was I to spy!
Farther out from my front porch, I looked up at each slope
of mountains to the east, and it seemed as though
my spirit was now filling with new hope,
for the mountains shone so brightly, graced by day’s new snow
as Christmas lights still blinked in all the valley below.
All future things to come, which I had yet to rue,
were, in that one moment, completely out of sight.
And though I never saw a moon of blue
in the snowy brightness of that moonless night,
I reveled in the beauty of such peaceful white!
I send you these calm, baby blue skies in these words I write
The clouds light up near the horizon, approaching this coming night
It’s peaceful here on a special hill, where I see so many things
And there will be more color soon, with what autumn brings
After leaves fall, the views open up, to each distant mountain scene
I wish I could send them all, so you could see exactly what I mean
So here is my pen sending sights and words, I hope will describe to you,
Beauty that you can see that will bring you peace and brightness too
Heidi Sands
9/2/21
Written: May 06, 2026, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
10th place contest winner
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If you wish for
your joy to wander on—
treasure it as a precious gem,
a quiet secret,
Cosmos cannot clone.
Guard it
akin to flame
trembling in the wind,
an elfin, sacred brightness
that warms everything
It touches.
Hold it close
when the days grow loud;
don’t expose it
to careless hands
or let routine
rub away its luster.
Don’t let it fade
into the ordinary—
Love is not common
unless we deem it so.
And if it tarnishes,
as all precious things do,
polish it gently
with tenderness,
with patience,
with the soft persistence
of someone who remembers
Why did they pick this heart?
It will gleam again,
bright as the first day
You held it—
brighter, even,
for having survived the storm.
For love,
when cherished,
does not merely endure—
it deepens,
it sweetens,
its radiance swells
than the moment
It began.
fly free
unique patterns
decorate stylish wings
making you beauty breathing
fly free
brightness cues life's lightness
as your energy charms
without limits
fly free
the sound wave slips serpentine
isolating notes from the chaotic noise
the ocular ray rebounds on the rock
refracting its boomering-photo of corrugated surface
the pulmonary sponge expands its alveolum
to the sea of pre-prejudice aroma
a hand of outlining mass tolerates its first electric mutation
when caressing the iron rod
a sucker mouth inflames the nipple
savoriing milk and saliva secretion
...the pilgrimage of experience through the layers of time
pulverizes ego into oblivion
the being-enemy alloys tender wisdom
and death arrives with torch tongues
incinerating the decadent organs
and blushing illuminating existence
silence, brightness-light
the sound waves weave sonatas
with limpid multicolored rays
Never was there a scene such as this:
a night full of wonder and brightness!
O holiest child, God
has sent you to redeem us from sin!
O most adored child,
let joy be the hope of every man!
Little King,
accept our humble gifts;
we have traveled far...
following that star
through small towns and hills!
Little King,
we have found you in the warmest hay...
beneath your mother's serene face,
while shepherds and kings kneel and pray;
now, we rejoice and give you praise!
Never was there a scene such as this:
a night full of wonder and brightness...
the biggest star is ever seen,
the loudest song ever heard
that amazed all the shepherds tending their sheep,
" Be joyful, Christ is born...He's your King and Lord! "
"Please turn off the blinding lights"
Must close my eyes to see the brightness of my future.
My today's reality dims the spirit of the hunt.
Overcasting shadows and shaded grays of life's blunders;
of many passions, many desires, and many shall-not-wants.
Cannot dread what madness awakes with the rising sun.
Early birds catching worms; the hustle and bustles of rush hour traffic.
Of life keeping me on the run; a rat race full of chaos and havoc.
Challenging games of lady luck; trying to turn a quarter into a buck.
Dipping into what we call... "White Magic".
Yet I'm full of hope and answered prayers, my life's a blessing I cannot complain.
Even though another day, another half dollar, another of the same.
Rolling with the punches, turning cheeks, to do or die__are noted statements and claims to fame.
They are merely facts of life and nothing to be glorified or blamed.
Far down deep in the darkness of my mind__ illuminating brightness of my visions.
Tasting the sweetness of success. I shall drink of it from a golden cup.
Not of the dreams I won't ever give up, but of my many decisions.
There, I dance the jig on star studded stages__ with standing ovations;
to the sounds of silence and in dark illuminations.
The sun comes over the horizon and I am here
Bringing eternal comfort and shedding fears
Happiness and joy are spread around
I warm up the cold, damp ground
Bringing life and feed the masses
I am so bright that you need glasses
Lighting up cities with a pretty white glow
Putting on a beautiful show
I light up the sky with brilliant colors
All within sight stare up in wonder
It is late and I must go
Back to the others that I know
I'll be back again tomorrow
And you again will forget all sorrow
BRIGHTNESS BEMUSED
Hindered and hampered by heartache
Splintered and splattered by the splendor of a seductress
Worn and torn by torment’s temper
I am a burning bridge banned from any buttress
Haunted and taunted by the vestiges of vagrant romance
Stranded and disbanded by a beauty born of galactic grace
Hurting and spurting the fluid of a life now meaningless
Lamenting a lust for loveliness laden in lingerie of lace
Tormented and fragmented by the fear of recollection
Remembering the dismembering of delight
Days bedazzled by a bed of buds and bemusement
Brightness that led to the bowels of a never ending night
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Treasure glimmers from within...
People look for its twin...
Its beholder has a crown on the head...
All eyes look amazed...
For this treasure is the best...
It is the softness of the heart, the care to one, and the pyramids of good attitude...
Those characters when obtained...
Rays of brightness shall never be restrained...
Those are the keys to one's heart...
Those are the keys to the best...
For as Thomas Fuller once said:
"If better were within, better would come out."
Bolstered by faith in the path of ethical karma
Indeed, I am grateful for my parents guidance.
Imparting and intercepting a pragmatic dogma.
Do graceful deeds or such will Deity reliance.
Spirituality is a means of achieving mental tranquility.
In place of admonishing compliance, cultivate trust.
Sincerity is comparable to a yearning for faith in divinity.
Religion is a system of holy books that tends to thrust.
Only with insight, I grasp how to do proper deeds
In the vicinity of oughts, givens, and plight sermons
Making me a "polite person" in other peoples minds
Hoping to target heaven by valuable fine actions.
My self-motivation restrained my capability.
It's all exhilarating to uncover the finest route.
It may elicit widespread anxiety and uncertainty.
Hell's ferocity will bind one to remain celibate.
While challenging the status quo of religion.
There is a constant desire for truth amid Deity.
When I was in anguish, I wanted reconciliation.
Attempting to cross the contradictory topography.
Now that via my Faiths avail, I am all paradise.
Ardent deal man's religious faith in helpful actions.
I have given life with true love sealed as a prize.
Granted their ability to taste heaven attractions.
I am now all heaven, thanks to god generosity.
A large deal of man's beliefs is seen in deeds.
I have offered life as a prize for a sense of loyalty.
They had given the power to savor heaven's seeds.
Spirituality provides the claims that traditions claim.
That is the idea that my heart strives for in the story.
To adore God, that I have vowed to the Lords name.
I put my trust in God's forgiveness, famous mercy.
Placed First on the contest
written May 7, 2021
All Yours(Jun 8) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A perceived reality seen in light
Leaves a lack of mystery.
Nothing to be wondered or created.
But forfeit this light to the black
And endure a cognizance stimulated.
Nothingness lurks around every corner.
The senses struggle to understand
What is unknown.
Simultaneously, a caged mind
Is free to roam.
Life engulfed in the shadows
Reveals a potential universe.
One never before seen
Or felt by anyone.
For it originates and dwells
Within one's own creation.
Hope and fear, among its many productions
In response to imaginary manifestations.
So does the authenticity of these senses
Suggest a reality unseen?
Or is sight dominant
To that of feeling?
Perhaps seeing in light dismisses
The senses that dominate in darkness.
Would one doubt the eyes
In an alternate dimension of lightlessness?
A shaded reality's inevitable demise
Ultimately revealed as it creeps toward
The bitter brightness.
A bright star shimmers aloft,
amid the flimsy stars soft;
The Star grins bright,
even in the twilight;
Fellow stars envy,
make the star shies.
A nimbus cloud braces
mysterious moisture, embraces,
the star glittering bright;
Bright star loses all the light,
mislays its power, can't shine,
Now the fellow stars malign.
Yearning for the bright sky
the poor star desperately cries
Will the nimbus cloud budge?
Will primeval brightness nudge?
Flashing
Clashing
Hurting my eyes.
Glaring
Flaring
A chaotic surprise.
Pounding
Bounding
Bursting with vigor
Dancing
Prancing
Getting bigger and bigger.