Best Castles Poems
As a girl, I imagined a place to be
Sprinkled in stardust, where grassy skies rotate
A pirate nymph, commanding the purple sea
Leaping unicorns across a rainbow gate
A lush kingdom of color and harmony
Of horizons unbroken, of dreams ornate
Now, I wander my glen of nostalgic wood
Rebuilding the cloud castles of my childhood.
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The sandman will take pause and say a prayer
Then reach in to his special bag of sand
And with a sweeping motion of his hand
Bright glitter colored stardust fills the air
It falls to bring a dream beyond compare
Where castles in the sky are gold and grand
A momentary glimpse of "Beulah Land"
As we envision life beyond death's stare
And with that thought we'll take a rattled breath
The last tear of this life will find release
We'll see our shooting star, a passing flash
Exhale our soul and welcome life in death
Then build our castles on white clouds of peace
The sandman will sweep up our sparkling ash
by Daniel Turner
Some memories of silver sands,
have faded like old photographs.
But waves rush in to ponder on,
incoming tides of happiness.
Our shadows left upon the ground,
are looking for a sea-shell found,
and kites sail high upon the wind,
to take us back, just once again
We'd dig the sand, to paradise,
to build a castle to the sky
and filled our childhood fantasy
with knights, and queens, and gallentry...
Our hearts, carefree, as we were one,
with earth and sky, with wind and sun
Lone barefoot walks, along a beach,
were followed by our impressed feet
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The rugged coves, the misty air,
the windswept trees, each mystery...
can sweep me back, in time, and then,
I see it still, so very clear,...
where sky and ocean meet again
Restless eucalyptus leaves,
that scatter in the ruthless wind
can bring to me a childhood shore,
A place I left my heart and more
Gulls that circle, high above
Reminding me of days so loved
Where castles made of sand were found
Until the waves came crashing down
Today I climb the winding path
That lingers yet, in aftermath
I'm dazzled by this new day's glare,
reflected from those other years
This place I knew when summer came
Now warms my heart from winter's game
Where blooming lilacs danced a tune
And summer's end would come too soon
How many sands have you counted
building castles near the shoreline
which the sea washes away
before the day is done?
Alas, you build them
again and again
unmindful of the winds
raging around you:
The waves roaring over the sands
blasting away your dream castles
Before your hands could shape
the towers in your mind;
as if there were no winds
and rushing waves that blast
your hopes away, poor man.
BRIAN'S SELECT 4,any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 6/5/2020 12:19:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Hon. Mention
Everything
passes. Poets
die, their
names fade away,
their lost graves blend in
with nature.
Only
beautiful
airy
castles of
poetry
remain in all their
reality, and no
wind
will blow them away.
02.09.2019
Yalto Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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Cotton candy castles
When you look closely at an idea,
it has no weight.
The holes seem to weigh
more than the thought itself
The idea can never happen.
It can never be real.
It is too preposterous,
too stupid.
The light is shined into
the cavity of a brain, and
the ideas melt away like
bits of spun sugar melting
in your mouth. Small, Insignificant
Fluff never to be seen again.
You try to save the fluff.
Keep it from the light.
But no matter how
the idea hides, it cannot
escape the scrutiny of the
world. The idea flees
from the light, and
collides with another
idea fleeing the same fate.
The holes from one idea
fill in the holes of the other.
The idea grows
Bigger, and collides
with more ideas. Their
holes gaining more and
more weight until
they are what the world calls
concrete.
Now the idea is something
to be reckoned with.
The idea could change the
world. It could bring an
alternate eternity
into life. The idea could
do ANYTHING.
It continues to grow
little spun fibers of
fluff gathering speed,
gathering power, gathering
weight.
Until the weight is too
much to hold the holes
together, and the idea
is scattered, like fluff
in the wind. The weight
of the wholes, is more than
the weight of the idea.
Brick upon each brick I build
As I stack heavy stones one by one
Sweat and tears, love and fears
To create an earthly castle under the sun.
Damages by hurtful weather come,
Ravages against a fortress that was strong
With scrapped knees and promised pleas,
I feel defeated, do you hear my song
My sweet so sweet, little girl
With marshmallows, I will form
A castle complete, where we can meet
I wish to protect you from the storm
Like a father, you take my hand
Guiding me to our castle in the sky
No longer bound, to earth by stone
The world less daunting from on high
Look at the earth far down below
Above we're illuminated by the sun
The best part is your princess smile
You open the drawbridge for everyone
With open arms you greet each child
Joy everlasting awaits each one
Within this castle, where the angels meet,
Built with love and warmed by the sun
A collaboration with Casarah Nance.
Thanks for inviting me to write, it was a pleasure.
Written August 7, 2015
By: Casarah Nance & Richard Lamoureux
For Shadow Hamilton's "Partner up" contest.
Sandcastles built upon a pristine beach are a marvel to behold,
With much pride taken by the architect to design and mold!
But, alas, this fragile work of art is destined to be savagely razed
By the inexorable creep of hissing surf, leaving the builder dazed!
Many folks spend their time daydreaming, building castles in the air,
But, oft' such dreams crumble, washing o'er them in waves of despair.
Whether one builds castles in the air or sandcastles nigh the sea,
Each is but a fleeting dream with no imperishable guarantee!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserve
Placed No. 3 in Gail Doyle's "Sandcastles By The Seashore" Contest - May 2012
I hear the rustling of the trees
Echoes of knights riding on the breeze
Sent from the castle in the clouds
Trying to calm the baying crowds.
In that Camelot high above
Kingdom of the god of love
The evil of man puts him to the test
His tormented angels cannot rest
Trapped inside her ivory tower
She prays for rescue hour on hour
High castle walls her deadly foes
Cut off from everything she knows
Hoping that her prince will come
And to his charms she may succumb
She hopes her prince rescues her soon
Breaks down the door of her locked room
The god of love hears her desperate plea
He remembers well the days of chivalry
When knights in armour fought to protect the poor
He will send such a knight to batter down that door.
Love will replace his sword and lance
For love unlocks the doors to true romance
Thus the god of love grants the damsels wish
Smiling as she and her knight engage in loves first kiss.
Contest:- Partner Up
Sponsor:- Shadow Hamilton
Written By Jadazzle United – Jan Allison and Darren Watson
18th August 2015
All the castles
I'd longed to see,
Will never stand
In front of me
All the knowledge
I have gained,
All the emotions,
I have feigned
And now real love
To make me cry
I lie in bed,
I wonder why...
It seems unfair,
But such is life,
I've suffered much,
As with an unfaithful wife
Those castle walls
Will long outlive me,
And it will come the time soon,
For me to see
My maker,
My love's faker
Heartbreaker,
Soul taker
But I have my one
Ace in the hole,
I've kept one piece
Of me that's whole
That part of me
That believes in me
And no matter
What others see
This part is mine,
And mine alone,
And surely I'll have
Sins to atone,
But this one part,
Unassailable,
Believes in me,
And it knows,
I never hurt anyone,
For I chose
To do what seemed right
And moral too,
And though I'd fight,
To prove it true,
I tried to do
My very best,
I tried to pass
My soul's real test,
If I failed,
It was by mistake,
All I wanted,
Was a smile to make.
Upon a beach I came to stand
And watched a child at play.
He did while playing in the sand
A point of life convey.
With scoops and buckets he did build
A structure tall and grand.
And to the child the beach did yield
A castle made of sand.
But as he left, I do recall,
Away I did not turn.
And with the coming night would fall
A lesson to be learned.
The tide came in, with force did strike,
The castle could not stand.
And I was shown how life is like
A castle made of sand.
And man is but a child at play,
His works they will not last.
For all he builds within days
Shall be by time surpassed.
Each thing we do, Each thing we say,
Each notion we conceive,
They all to soon shall pass away,
Yes, this I do believe.
We leave no mark, we leave no trace
That shall forever stand
Be sure my friend time will erase
Our days however grand.
Children so carefree
Laugh while castles made of sand
Topple in the sea-
How soon shattered dreams may bring
Teardrops of maturity.
October 4, 2015
~5th Place~
Contest: Your Choice Again
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 02/21/2023
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: One New or Old Tanka
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Judged: 09/24/2016
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: One New or Old Tanka
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Judged: 09/24/2016
The whole of my life is rather mundane, endured only until those few minutes gained; Yes, granted reprieve from this daily drudge, and allowed for the nonce, even if begrudged, to hold a feather,very sharp, to write with the tip. Slow and steady like a man taking sips…from the water of life after a long weary trip.
When all the gears are lubricated, operating efficiently, and the needs of the world weigh on someone else, the mechanism of creativity connects with the crenelated cog of self.
Dominoesk works cause my hand to haltingly write. Heart to mind, mind to body, body to hand, hand to quill…okay, so it's a keyboard, alright.
Emotion, like sand after a beach trip, pours forth from places usually dark, not seen, unlit.
Using that water of life and the sands of emotion, I build my castle with words and notions.
Intricate battlements, portcullis, bailey , and arrow loops. Protection from arrows of interruption, darts of responsibility, and soldiers of the Soup.
Until, Inevitably the drawbridge is breached, the end of my time finally reached.
Slowly I surrender my feather sword, in this messy, mixed metaphorical world.
The oven timer beeps and the phone rings, bringing me back to my life of mundane things.
You told me back when I was young,
That before we both grew
Old,
One day we'd live inside a mansion
Full of all the richest
Gold.
You said you'd give me diamonds, and write my
Name up in the sky
You said you knew it looked bad now,
But one day we could fly
At first, you were so gentle
And at first, I
Believed.
I thought you were my noble king, and I trusted
Your honesty
But you fell into an amber bottle, you got
Addicted to the drink
You bruised my all-too-innocent heart
And it started to sink
You took my wildest fairytales and
Spun them into dreams
No matter how unreal they were, no matter how
Out of reach.
You said we'd have a palace full of fancy, shiny things
Then you drenched it in your alcohol
Now it's not worth a thing
You said I'd be a princess, but I look
More like a toad.
I thought I'd own a horse-drawn
Carriage,
But I'm riding on a goat
I envisioned a golden crown, a sapphire-studded throne
You promised me glass castles,
But now you're casting
Stones
When you started hitting, you beat
Down my sense of pride
I wrapped my heart up in barbed wire
To protect its blackened
Eye
You shattered all my high hopes and trapped me inside
These walls
Now I live confined in shackles, a prisoner
Of a drunken war.
These words are my rebellion
I hope this pen can
Beat the sword
You murdered all my angels, and you
Sent them straight to Hell
You conquered me with demons when I thought you
Meant well
You sought only to own me, to isolate me here
With you
You're so afraid of burning, you'd drag me
Right down, too
I let you blind me with your lies,
Let you gag me with
Your ties
You ventured all the wrong places with your
Red and hazy eyes
It's bad enough that you demanded,
Even worse, you'd pass
The buck
But most tragic is the fact that I merely gave
It up
The mirrors are cracked and broken
From your constant booze-fueled
Brawl
The images are useless, and I can't see who you are at all
What happened to the sweet and loving
Person I once knew?
But thinking that, I have to laugh, because
That was never you
I softly egg you to confess, but
You tell me I'm to blame
For all of your misfortunes, and you bury me in shame
I'd be better off an orphan
This place could never be my home
You promised me glass castles
But now you're casting
Stones
I'm kyanite-kissed venom ~
above castles
of capitalised cryptics ~
choreographing
l i f e
in crescendos
of constellations...