Best Casement Poems
In the solitary cell i dwell
basked in the morning glory
gazing through the casement bright
feasting on the pulchritude
eyes behold the rugged trunk
flowers blooming like a shrug
with each branch a story to spare
abode to birds and beast alike
huge as a giant with shadow spread
finding solace in its calming shade
my muse that creates an urge to jot
to hearts content the minds plot.
© Nadiya (21 Jan '15)
*Won 4th place on 7 Feb 2015 in the contest 'Ekphrasis' by Rick Parise.
Categories:
casement, muse, nature, tree,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Temperatures fall on this late September day
She paces, thousands of times, back and forth
along with the soft sounds of Lionel Ritchie playing
in the old sitting room,
the room where they spent many a night
lying in front of a wood burning fire
sipping wine and sharing plans and dreams,
she peers out the large casement window
in hopes to see
if the mail had been delivered
if there was a letter for her
he was usually there by now
but the snow must have slowed him down
finally he has arrived.
That long walk to the end of the drive
bundled in her warmest jacket, scarf wrapped tightly
underneath her pure white ear muffs
wearing anything and everything
to keep the elements at bay.
finally she arrives
Her heart races, and with one peek, she smiles
grabs that letter and just cant wait
closes her eyes and holds it close to her face
she can smell his musk
she can imagine his soft touch
delicately she opens it up and reads :
My beloved
I long for the night when we can be together
to run my fingers through that silky hazel hair
tread my kisses down your neck
rub my hands across your soft toned olive skin
to slowly and passionately kiss you
like a real woman needs to be kissed
My beloved
I can't wait for the days I can hold you tight
when I can protect you
pamper you
make sweet love to you
My beloved
You are in my every thought and in my dreams
I think of you before I sleep
and again when I wake
I can picture those salty almond eyes
gazing into mine
until the end of time
My beloved I shall return to you shortly
I L U
I'm Yours Forever
Tears slowly fall down her blushed cheeks
The cold no longer bothers her
and her sated heart and the snowflakes begin to melt
Categories:
casement, love, , sweet love,
Form:
Free verse
The rain, at last, has finally tiptoed in
I almost missed the laughter, but for leaves
that murmured quick surprise along the eaves
It caught my eye, with tapping on the glass
as I looked out to see a somber cast
bringing change to evening's sky
Then, having heard, I left my cozy place
and stepped outside to drink the fragrant air
And felt the slope of rain upon my face
I heard the dance of dripping leaves
against the fray of windswept trees
And watched the rope of silver coils
in casement light, as evening fell
Puddles in the nearby street
were playgrounds, dancing to a beat
Each slanted chain from heaven fell
with balmy incense, in the night
Then quickly over, like a dream
rain scampered east, without a glance
and without a chance to wipe its feet
Away it flew in fickle flight
So brief it came, to quickly cover
the leaves, the grass, and even me
with showers, sweet, before my sleep
But, left the scent, of sweetened clover
.........................................................
11/13/13
Contest: Rain
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Categories:
casement, nature, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his riches
With three monumental b****es,
A most unhappy circumstance.
For years her stepmom and stepsibs made her perform a menial's duty,
And as she blossomed into beauty,
They grew more hateful, mean, and cruel.
Each night they dined on fine cuisine and wore lace dresses with silk sashes,
While she wore rags begrimed with ashes,
And got just crusts of bread and gruel.
Then one day a herald from the king demanded entry
To the homes of landed gentry,
They were invited one and all.
It was the prince's eighteenth birthday, and the king and queen were harried
Because their son was not yet married.
Ergo, the reason for the ball.
The stepsisters primped and preened and wild excitement they exuded,
When Cindy asked to be included, they gaped at her as if appalled.
Stepmother sneered, "Look here, I'll show you!"
With self-righteous indignation,
"Your name's not on the invitation.
Just we elite are so installed."
So Cinderella went downstairs to seek some solace in the kitchen,
But 'stead of sittin' there and b****in', she started dancing with a broom.
She whirled and twirled around the floor,
Or else she'd stand there, gently swaying,
As if an orchestra was playing
Pretending they were bride and groom.
And then a flash, a crash of thunder, and to Cindy's stunned amazement,
There gliding through the kitchen casement,
A pudgy lady dressed in blue.
She said, "Hello, my dear, no fear, I'm here to grant your secret wishes,
I'll wave my wand and clear the dishes,
And make a princess out of you!"
She waved and tapped and flicked and zapped,
And what she seemed to make the air do
Was give her make-up, nails, and hair-do,
And then to make the look complete,
Out of those rags so soiled and worn and far too torn to drown a cat in,
A gown of gossamer and satin, and crystal slippers on her feet.
Without this timely intervention, Cindy's tale might have been tragic.
Could she have managed without magic,
And her dilemma be resolved?
But everybody knows what happened with a gourd and six white mice,
And how a smudgy scullery maid was made to clean up really nice,
When a fairy got involved.
To be continued...
Categories:
casement, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Supposed that life is not a limitation
Supposed that it stands, strips each and every casement of the mysteries
Penetrate the time limits
Penetrate the gray shutter
An illegible wilderness
A term that created to never stop
Each individual is like running but does not stepping
Is like carried away into the mainstream of nowhere
Restrictions unstoppable
Once in a while we confined and defined
You feel like understand, but more over in guessing
You were trapped in a perception of your virtual world
The elapsed labyrinth was the history by you
Created over the ideas and shapes of you
Say that you've been created by the basis of world's presumptions
Will it be better than stripped by the dimension of infinite freedom?
“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.”
-William Blake
Yanny Widjanarko
Dec'14, 2013
Relate your poem to one of these Quotes (Old/New) contest
Sponsor Giorgio V.
Categories:
casement, inspiration, life, night,
Form:
Free verse
I was held hostage by your beauty
Looked you in the eyes face down
Contemplating the possibilities to
Make you my royal Victoria or my princess even
Running around hand in hand in thee garden of Eden eve...
Sharing on point pointless stories
As if we on the verge of opening a love bookshop...
Alone in my God given temple
I be exaggerating the exactitude of a golden
Chess board consisting of a queen and a black king me..
Cross examining the chances of a wonder tale in writing
Minding, thinking emotions riding a golden loop
Zoom look the idea of a broken fixed puzzle
Mind and heart desires you my Juliet
But I Romeo the Pit bull is still having my mouth guard with a muzzle
Its a prescribed precaution...
I dwell with you in my mental inn-casement mostly
Living in paradise existing in freestyle
What are the chances of speaking French soundless with lips
Enjoying the silence of both with chemistry apocalypse...
But all can be a fairytale that lives but cannot exist
In a blink of an eye I saw something
That is nothing but what might be reality
Identify...
She does not share a mutual feeling with an old
Like my kind, its pretty much two possibilities
(Is the sky blue or bluish... Vision it!!!)
That lie in my conscious mind, but ignorance
Lifting up my spirit in my subconscious mind
Examine the elements of surprise, `love her in disguise`
Illuminate her face in your mind `let the feelings die inside`
Painting thoughts on paper
By Dizak
Categories:
casement, eve,
Form:
Epigram
When light rayed Helios pushed the brightness abroad;
A mild and dim dark canopy fell upon the Earth,
Followed,late evening’s crepuscular charm ahead,
With the glistening moonlit beams that threw its mirth.
The inner dispute of the mind slows down slightly,
On the edge of dusk’s juncture,with hopeful
Comer—the night that sets a sail lightly;
To sleep the frozen Earth’s joyful soft soul.
Night’s visions of tranquility slowly rolled above
Me by the groovy silken silence,that prevailed
Wisdom and by my casement,the starry beams rave,
And thoughts start to sketch Nyx’s beauty,as I admired.
Ha!the quaint,mystic smiles of night are well unlocked
For the odd fancier to please by her calmness,
And that halcyon state of musing, keenly touched
Me,It has all of mind’s solid,restful access.
My Fancy rolls gently unfurl like the feathers
Of the song bird,yet on the secret vales of night,
I sit,my song softly moves, concealed from next ears
To hear,for the world to know it by the dawn’s light!
Key Notes from Poet :
Helios—(Greek mythology) ancient god of the sun; drove his chariot
across the sky each day; identified with Roman Sol.
Nyx—(Greek mythology) Greek goddess of the night; daughter of Chaos;
counterpart of Roman Nox.
Categories:
casement, beauty, gothic, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
That is not my elephant
High-stepping in the basement.
Ardently preparing for her pachyderm placement.
Tapping her trunk on the window’s casement.
Instantly intriguing, oh, the fashion statement.
Surprisingly sprightly swinging resplendent pendant.
Nonchalantly swaying as she strolls, compliant.
Opulence sparkles one gorgeous graceful giant.
To top it all off, her temperament is pliant.
Metrical motion moves this perky pageant entrant.
Yesterday’s wildlife intellectually scathed though brilliant –
Ella is my elephant; she wears casual raiment.
Laughs and eats spaghetti, always thinking, ideas salient.
Endlessly explaining the elephant’s Bill of Rights, relevant!
Protecting second graders from every evil social rodent.
Heart-fully relating principles, she is strong and poignant.
An awesome able activist against any aggressive tyrant,
Nurturing each nascent one, noticeably effervescent.
Tenderly flapping her ears, because of pure love’s placement.
© January 15, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Form: Acrostic with monorhyme and alliteration
Categories:
casement, animals, funny, nature, social
Form:
Acrostic
Rain rivulets call my spirit
to wander, flowing with earth,
down to rough creeks and wide rivers;
united, we feed our soul-dearth.
Sample strange sights, sly sensations,
souvenirs of all that we pass;
savor sweet scents, vibrant flavors,
embedded in senses' repast.
Bright oceans, blue seaways like sirens
enticingly call to behold
exotic peoples, old cultures,
mythical realms manifold.
Silvered casement frames my longing;
could I step just beyond the glass
to wander the world beautiful,
forsaking my armchair compass.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, August 12, 2014
Categories:
casement, adventure, beauty, travel, world,
Form:
Rhyme
This time, I want to be the ray of your eyes
Pasting every beauty into your life
Meld into the vibes of your shade
When you soar the empty through your land
This time, I want to be your nightfall wanderer
Floating within the casement of your dusk
For my world is no longer could resist every sense which had surged
And through this tiny grin would I share, this felicity
This time, I want to be your gravity
For this time I want to be love
Falling slowly into your universe
When the time I toss this feeling, my passion
This time, I want to be the rain that makes all your thirst is mortal
And symbolizes this as the spectrums which adorn every absurdity of our time
For the hue of my heart bloomed, matured by your touched
For you are the rainbow, the colors of my soul
Categories:
casement, love, time, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Pure poetry opened this magic door
Opening new vistas of ILLUSION
Enchanting the dreams and golden thoughts
Travelling from silence into words
Riddled shadows of this palace
Yearning for immortal INFUSION
Planets, paths, abyss, stars
A casement where moss EVENTUALLY grows
Leaving an entangled impression
A mind’s CREATIVITY flows
Climbing mood motionless in memory
Ever challenging the INEVITABLE
By-Tahera Mannan
For Linda Marie’s, Poetry Palace contest
Categories:
casement, artpoetry,
Form:
Acrostic
There afar in yon darkened keep,
Beyond my casement high,
Stands the stone of an angel lost
That yet earthly lingers nigh.
The wind blows and the mist flows
From the graven chill,
And thus upon she wanders forth,
For she loves me still.
O’ to sorrow, to journey forth,
Hath become her spirit’s end;
To breach amid the nightly mist
And carry upon the wind!
The moon glows and time slows,
As she wanders from the nil;
Thus many years she’s borne upon,
For she loves me still.
My one true love grieves in death,
Thus she doth not sleep,
As yet she treks her earthly course
From yon darkened keep.
As the wind blows, the mist flows,
Forever and ever ‘til,
And thereupon she’ll wander forth,
For she loves me still.
Categories:
casement, anxiety, death, depression, dream,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I went outside into the night
So silvery slight, I heard the sound
And found it was the fall of rain
That murmured quickly through the trees
And tapped excitement on the leaves
To watch the slope in casement light
I stood and felt the sweet delight
The mist of rain against my face
Insisted that I join the game
Then swiftly as it came, it left
And left me feeling heaven blesse
It scampered eastward with the breeze
No keepsakes left, but dripping trees
And lovely scents of grass and clover
The shower gone, in one swift flight
I watched the moon take back the night
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For the Contest: May Showers: Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
casement, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Seven
The near-full Moon at night lit the lake up majestic proud
More than the fissioning Sun at noon could make out contours loud
Scurrilous exhausts tore down Her lush flanks and flustered chadors
Eyes peeled as Vollschlang curves of the Darling Dears bulged their shroud
A lone garden warbler perched on cutting curve of the Crescent
Over the tinted panes of the muezzin’s turret casement
Trilled kyrielles of cascading notes one upon the other
As if to notify the world of the essence of sacrament
And Lo! The gilded orange rays streaked through the soaking gloom
And caught the assembled crowds in a burning feverish bloom
Rings and shafts of stabbing ricochet lights pierced drooping eyes
To remind the colliding forces of self-benighting doom!
Those who would Our Sun pluck out of the sky to own
Must of needs also sweep up into their arms the Unknown:
Countless suns which burn and die through aeons of blinding light
Cannot yet make the Human Soul feel Man is not alone!
This need to feel secure in the bosom of the ONLY God
Is it the sickness of the Soul? Or the weakness of the Word?
Or the play of Light and Shade to keep the Truth well hidden
Far, far away from the Human Will to subvert the World!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
casement, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat
I see a beam of light coming from the little hole of the broken window
I sit alongside the window & stretch my hand to unlatch it
It creaks when I struggle to open it
It is my grand maa’s partially illuminated & restful room within the serene valleys
There is an old grain storage wooden box & old oil lamp flickers near the window
This room holds so many memories of her husband
She is consort of a brave army man
There is an old black & white picture hung on the damp wall of her room
It is a beautiful picture of this couple
Every evening she sits on the veranda wall for some calm and fresh zephyr
Wind howls, it travels through all the valleys, peaks and hills to meet her
A calm gush of wind tenderly touches her body
I can see her placid, contented face
She has intense & impassioned blue eyes holding many deep thoughts
A flash of remembrance passes between me and my babyhood memories.
I was 10 when I last saw her; she looked young but not any longer
I could never understand why she chooses this room when she has many other
She again gets inside the room to light the lamp
And I see the flickering lantern alongside the casement once again
That’s how she passes her endmost days & nights.
Categories:
casement, age, family, grandparents, mountains,
Form:
Free verse