Best Brilliant Poems
Crazy wind whispers
Into the ears of ‘champa’
A light scented Indian flower
Trees are full of them now
Your love in each and every bough
The breeze is cool
Because it is spring
Because it is south wind
Because everywhere is hue
Because it is warm with you
Blue hills and green plains
My room at sixes and sevens
Red bellied wood peckers drumming
Rhythm in feet nimble
Your twinkling eyes with dimple
Our roads are tremendously red
Ashok Palash and Gulmohar
They call it flame-of-the-forest
Love in red supreme
With you in extravagant dream
Books in eloquently colorful blurb
Beauty steps in every curve
Invitation in every nerve
The spring below and spring above
Your healing love
Goes away alas the days
Of dance in soul in warm sun rays
Goes away your ocean gaze
Life in a twilight haze
Your beautiful craze
Ah if I could have turned the clock
Holding your hand in a Gulmohar walk
Only our hands and feet would talk
Around the clock arm in arm
In your beauty and charm
Alas that is not to be a thing
Our time is as short as the spring
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March 18, 2016
Butea Monosperma or Palash is a species of Butea native to tropical and sub-tropical parts of India and Asia.
Saraca asoca ( the ashoka tree, literally ‘sorrowless’), belongs to the Caesalpinioideae subfamily of legume family, of Indian sub continent.
Gulmohar or Delonix Regia, grown in many tropical parts of the world, called FLAMBOYANT in English, is a striking sight for its vivid red/vermilion/orange/yellow flowers and bright green foliage...Wikipedia
brilliant sunshine smell of cinnamon laughter... white stones and tree trunks
*Christmas Jamacia
"Brilliant Beauty"
eye-candy essence
rainbow hues breathe soft jade jewels
golden shards stain clouds ...
brilliant beauty radiates
God's creation contemplates.
A quantum bit of tongue in cheek
The physics of an ad to pique
A trusted name to seal the deals
Stephen Hawking hawking wheels
18.02.05
Kim Rodrigues'
Poetry In Motion Contest
1st Place
Dazzling moon in tangerine
Glowing scarlet like warm desire
Azure skies caress the thoughts
While cobalt dreams and crimson
Trees flame to life with lavender
Lilac thrives through a buttery sun
Like lemons laughing through the dawn
Blushing burgundy and cherry smiles
On ruby and sapphire webs of insight
Breathless seas of indigo and cerulean
Emerald pines and forests of jade
With olive and avocado fantasies
Whispering through chocolate hues
Burnt by the coffee sheen of a brunette
Or wash-out blond in the silhouette
Auburn leaves fall from dusky dark trees
Who know fall with its gloom and shadowy
Murk of cream and ashen beige crispness
Lingering on the air in hints of musky, milky
Bleached out rays of soft light, rays of peace
Ginger hopes with carrot shaded prayers
Amber and silver, graying frosts like ice crystals
Soothing away the snowy chill with regal
Bursts of violet and plum praises on the hearts
Of wine dyed visions for the silence of night
Milky white layers of amethyst and navy
Pray for the grace to lighten the heavy grief
Of those who know the shadows and light
Are only there for a while, like royal blue
Soft pink, red, yellow, green and purple
All the colors in the universe conspire to show us
Joy beyond imagining in the hues and shades
Of happiness, kindness, faith and fulfillment
Found inside a kaleidoscope of brilliant aliveness
Love like this is a hymn of God’s quiet power
It is through color, soft or strong, rich or poor
Bold or faint, delicate or robust, wise or foolish
Colors who dance to life on the twinkling starlight
Breath sighs of love into a fire within the spirit
This sense of serenity is alive with tenderness
a nest of beauty is a nest of evil
nesting evil is nesting beauty
evil's nest is evil's nest of beauty
beauty is beauty's nest of evil
beauty's nest,beauty's nest of evil
brilliant is brilliant of beauty
brilliant is brilliance of a brilliant beauty
brilliant is brilliance of a brilliant evil
brilliant is brilliance of a brilliant nest of evil
evil's brilliant is evil's brilliant of evil
evil's brilliant is evil's brilliant of beauty
brilliance is beauty's brilliance
evil's nest is evil's brilliance
nesting evil is nesting the brilliance of evil
time is a demanding evil
time is a demanding beauty
time is a demanding nest of beauty
time is a demanding nest of evil
demand is demanding of evil
demand is demanding of beauty
time demand evil’s beauty
As the blue bird called me to the pink ship
I then lived on an island with dry sands
I wasn't in a mood to let the chance slip
Looking at the crimson waves of warm life
I wished to taste the salt of human strife
In dazzling dance of swimming feet and hands
The sweet sounds of murmur from lip to lip
Answering the blue call I swam with joy
Normally I don't love the rising sea
But the brilliant blue birds that never cloy
Made me tipsy with their crispy stories
Making them my life long green memories
With them I got lost with a bursting glee
An absolute ecstasy, no alloy
24 August, 2018
Rhyme Time 6 - Verses of Metaphors Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Elegant portico columns, fireplace frame
Fronting tasteful, demure white walls
Rich browns -- pianoforte, armchair
Muted ostentation, classicism bespoken --
the eye startled, struck
by the clear glass vase
on the mantel
stems ascending
to bold-green leaves
slightly upturned
as are firm, youthful breasts
topped by brilliant bursts
of pink-streaked flowers
panorama
the morn responded with its radiance in red,
tears f a l l i n g in echoes of brilliant blue.
you refuted I concluded; broke my heart instead-
stardust d e s c e n d i n g in silhouettes of ME and YOU.
Original poem: "Me and You"
April 22, 2019
Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest
Gregory Barden
I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy.
“I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why…
Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve.
His mind goes where others have never had the chance to delve.
What do you use it for? I asked, testing him just a bit.
“to install satellite dishes,” he said. He is a precocious little chit.
We were at the Wambuul river where the Casuarina trees grow.
Not an elegant place, but it suited us down to each toe.
Guy suggested knapping a bit of flint while we were here.
I had some of my tools so I said “of course, why not? where?”
His mind was lightyears away, for he had his brain in a book.
Reading about quasars, for his mind grabs knowledge like a hook.
All treasures of brilliancy
are stored in
madness!
-October 11, 2018, Chattogram
In Your Brilliant Light, I Say This Solemn Prayer
O' lord help me fight these dark, troublesome midnight blues
these blacken currents that trouble my grieving heart
I want to be right and walk in a good man's shoes
Truly destroy, break evil completely apart.
O' lord give me support, the courage to fight well
may fight with my all, with my truest, faithful might
Send this wicked scourge back into unholy hell
open the way to bring in truth and Holy light.
O' lord I thank you for the strength to fight this war
may heart give me power to enemy defeat
I ask you my lord, be with me to cross that bar
Destroy this black wickedness, those that steal and cheat.
I pray you my lord, sees my willingness to serve.
I have the truth and in your light, the faithful nerve.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
Jan 10th, 1972,
Upon the stand at the entrance of our home I find a new vase.
Beside it a box full of yellow and red Daisies laying upon a bed
of Sweet peas.
As I look for the card there amongst the flowers I find a little
maroon box.
I open the box to find yet another brilliant diamond which I may
have set into a ring, pendant, or another jewelry piece.
My present from my hubby of my birthstone and flowers to
celebrate my birth on April 7th each year.
All come together with the card that reads "I love you more each year"
Your hubby Don
brilliant autumn
trees shower earth with color
gray days soon arrive
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 11, 2011
She is the cloud’s savior (coming
like silver linings across a long, and desolate sky);
a violet’s heaven (watching
her purple, while guiding the steps of eager spring feet
away, from the un-noticed)
screaming down like rain upon lipped petals, crying,
“See them! See them!” until
the clouds break, and all there is (and ever has been) to see
is violet against the obvious
and swanky, green border. She is the revealer of truths
through the art of the subtle
fragrance of blunt words, colors, and fruits from her
delectable, ever sprouting vine.
This one’s for you, Miss Stacey Haislop – a prized jewel
on the crown of poetic royalty.
© Kristin Reynolds 5 18 09
WE LOVE YOU, STACE!