Best Captured Poems
With just One of your Smiles
I’m reborn to Fly
Higher than an Eagle
Heart Captured
By the Love of YOUR Blue Skies
With just One
One of your Smiles
I go falling
Falling in Love
Maybe it's the Sound of your heart beating
Playing a Symphony to my ears
Sending kisses through my body
Filling my World with Laughs and Cheers
All it took was One
Just One of your Smiles
To take my Breath away
With the beautiful things YOU'D Say
And I'm lifted up direction Sky
On the Wings of Love
Completely "Captured by your Smile"
When leaks my pen of flowing ink
I quickly staunch the flood
by blotting with my fingertip
the pool of chromatic drip
Escapees while my mind took flight
wandering across the sky
writing in script of a damsel's plight
until the globules caught my eye
Often, I've stopped writing to think....
there lies drops of my poem's blood
Swirls and whirls of rhyme and phrase
captured with the stab of a finger
Words trapped inside a maze
where my poetic thoughts must linger
a miniature portrait of my write
a tattoo in black on parchment of white
Blue skies and rainbows
Science fiction and fables
Poetess and poet are making love
She’s writes the verses to undress me
Great lines that flower in her hair
Her lips of ink are red and rosy
Each stanza goes straight to my head
I want to read and read her
Over and over
Every day, any time
From cover to cover
She writes of loneliness and sorrow
Of broken hearts that never mend
She is the dream I need each morning
Moon captured by her spells
I want to read and read her
Over and over
Every day, any time
From cover to cover
Blue skies and rainbows
Science fictions and fables
Poetess and poet are making love
He left
That night locking
Her away with a kiss;
Her soul captured by his spirit,
She stayed.
She waits -
For the spirit
To light her pitch-black days;
To breathe into her missing nights;
She’s still.
maria.corado
12/14/14
Traditional style cinquain: syllable count: 2/4/6/8/2
for the Cinquain Contest of Dr.Ram Mehta (theme: Longing)
Cecropia, transported through the night
on satin wings lined white in their design,
hovers over innocence by moon’s shine.
A fragrant bloom has stopped him in his flight,
and on a petal he prepares to light.
He ceases fluttering so as to dine
on that sweet nectar of his valentine.
And I alone am witness to this sight.
The moth and orchid's union gladdens me
as wayside, I am frozen where I stand,
for what I've found, though simple it may be,
has purpose and is nothing short of grand.
Now captured by the beauty that I see,
I let my net slip gently from my hand.
For Brian Strand's "Any Poem of 2011" Contest
I watch you fade away
Until you are seen no more
When day breaks and night falls
When the golden sun sets over a horizon
Mirrors inside glittering with reflections
Sparkling Underneath the realm of possibilities
Far away drifting oasis upon a cloud called nine
Where heaven holds the creation’s seat
Kneeling before lashes fold
Enthroned by your light breathing through clouds
Beneath adoring rays crowned by the Aura of beauty
Deep in the Florida steamy everglades,
A single blue heron strides in cobalt blue water;
Regal and grand with grey and azure plume feathers,
The call- a harsh croak that penetrates the calm.
On the water's edge amongst wild grasses and ferns,
Perhaps a bulky stick nest is hidden with pale blue eggs;
The landscape is graceful, quiet and oh so beautiful,
Rich with hues of green foliage blowing in the breeze.
The atmosphere is soggy, humid and hot,
And in the deep stillness the blue heron stands majestic;
An image held in time- the beauty captured,
In a photograph that I will treasure ever.
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February 14, 2015
Poetry/Verse/A Photograph Captured
Copyright Protected, ID 02-640-879-14
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, New or Old 3
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 04/2015
Second Place
some moments are mindless
insanity with twisted reality
he says
he says a lot
leave pain behind
an endless word flow
a whale's
fountain
his face mirrors mine
his finger swipes dark
dust, blows waves
into deep oceans
where I drown
Hide in dreams
he says
dream a bull to swim
across the ocean
he says
to the light that hides
behind reality
I close my eyes
to dream
his way to mine
and reach my hand
through the bars,
touch his wings
his broken legs
dance
leave dark behind
he sings
and far away
where fingertips can't reach
I am heard
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Copyright © Darren White
January 12, 2017
The following was based on an iconic picture of Mandy Rice-Davies by David Steen. Rice was infamous for being part of the 1963 Profumo political scandal.
The sun sets and so do inhibitions.
Rising even as darkness falls,
Vices murmur in cajoling tone;
Whispering of delights to behold;
Slinking and sliding like satin
Off a debutante's back,
Seemingly innocent,
As she gazes with baby blue wonder
Amidst fine white linen.
Wholly carnal expectations of the night
Play across lips that won't melt butter,
but can steam a man's thoughts,
and wring him dry with a breath.
Softest pink, slightly curved
They draw laser sharp focus
Of fantasies not fully formed.
The pose of an ingenue
Awaiting the brush strokes of Goya
to capture her pearlescence,
Or, perhaps, the lenses of Nemoy and Steen
(Or is it the lips of a lover?)
For a touch of immortality--
An angel from heaven
With a touch of the devil.
She is Temptation
Teasing with her bountiful fruits;
Coveting your visions.
She's every male fancy;
My passion's dark reality--
Captured.
There's a reason the fall of
Darkness is called Eve
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Here is a link to the picture:
http://fp.famousfix.com/p32233192/mandy-rice-davies/p275266
I remember that night as if it were yesterday,
sitting and watching your chest moving rhythmically
up and down as you took each breath.
Your face was that of tranquillity.
Your cheeks were scarlet from spending hours
on the beach in the November wind.
As your little eyelids began dancing in the moon lit room,
I couldn’t help but wish I was there in your dream.
The skylight allowed the moonbeams to shine down on you
and you were that night; my star.
I rushed to get my video camera to capture this rare moment.
Then sat there filming you, not wanting this serene moment to end.
Soon my son, you shall graduate from university.
So much has been lost since then, and the video?
Yet still when I close my eyes, I can see you there,
that warm feeling wells up once again in my breast,
and that night has become one of the most
treasured moments of my life.
It has been branded in my heart and soul forever.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
01.2013
Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest #12
Poet Destroyer A
3rd
Sitting downstream in this delightful setting
When you close your eyes there is just no forgetting
I can still see the scene that my mind has captured
The most glorious of colours leaves me in rapture
The bluest of sky seeps through a canopy I behold
Mirrored on the stream it's dreamy blues unfold
Ancient stones sit like islands in the sun
Creating ripples of motion in downstream run
But it's the avenue of colours that delights my eyes
Season after season she always leaves her surprise
Greens mix with golds, ochres yellows, reds and browns
A spectacular collage paints this bright Autumn gown
Within weeks to a month until the last leaf falls
Then her seasons move on as Winters installed
The detritus of a household of smokers was a joy to the young child, stifled in a family he believed he had outgrown. Matchsticks, by the score, he used to build magical castles with towers to climb or Spanish Galleons to sail away to places far. A live match found was a rare treasure, a pregnant opportunity to destroy--a secret power. The best were the small cardboard matchboxes with their slide-out tray, which he arranged like a chest of a hundred tiny drawers. Each drawer contained a precious item, a pebble, a penny, a bloodstained band-aid, a tooth, four-leafed clover, a tear-stained note, a lock of hair. . .
weaving
a smaller web
spider in a box
Like A Child Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date wrote: 4th July 2022
When the sun shines upon you, take the sun rays within
You never know when it will be dark or where to begin
And when you see the stars sparkle in the night,
Oh my friend hold on, just hold on very tight…
Not knowing when the clouds will take them out of sight
Moments like these lift the soul, in ways you need
Growing like a flower, from the beginning planted seed
Treat life like a garden with nourishment and care
Because every memory captured can make a dim day fair
Heidi Sands
5/30/21
Love Captured on Film
You and me in that photograph,
time paused as each to the other we glanced.
Funny how the camera never lies,
as even then I could see the glint in your eyes.
I kept that photo locked safely away,
waiting for your return each and every day.
Thinking if I wished it and prayed with all my heart,
surely destiny would not keep us apart.
I guess over the years life took its toll,
as even your image started to look old.
Wrinkles appeared and your pallor grew feint,
as carrying you with me everywhere was a heavy wait.
Christmas was simply the loneliest time,
without you there to share the magic and wine.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks to years,
that photo started to fade as you disappeared.
No longer could I bear watching you slip away,
into a box out of sight I tossed that photo one day.
Little did I realize the photo froze with a smile,
as later you returned to keep me beguiled.
Copyright Elle Smith 2017