Best Cedes Poems
A hot and humid day floats merrily on the seas
As tiny bikinis amble in sandy footprints
And frolic in the motives of soft ocean breeze
Building sand-castle dreams with playful hints
Hazy hues occupy the environs of a blue sky
As pouring rains flood the tapestry on the arc
When hurriedly blue herons lift-up and fly
Escaping before the flash of a thunderous spark
In a floral garden tempt lavender intimations
Where nearing their beehives honeybees swarm
Skipping the ambiance of fiery red carnations
Subdued by sudden outburst of a fleeting storm
Above the horizon now rainbow colors sprout
Glorifying the moodiness of this season's reign--
Gloominess takes its place when sun opts out
As sunshine comes and goes, and so does the rain
The long day cedes to evening, buzzing in the park
And there by the sidewalks pink rose-blooms sway
Charmed by the bird songs in mating calls of lark
As sunset paints ruby tinges upon a golden display
May 12, 2019
HM: Your choice contest by Brian Strand
Down the majestic mountain, over the grassy knoll,
Themes verdant, chromatic, summer’s vistas scroll,
Rustling zeal of willows, as zephyrs-avid gently blow,
Propelling tides of vigor, where rivers burbling flow.
Cherishing blooming prairies, birds frolic and trill,
Gliding over scenic valleys, reveling flight of thrill,
Circling back to realm serene vying mirthful trees,
Warbling soft melodies amidst buzzing beats of bees.
Scattering gloomy shapes, clouds tenebrous reign,
Floating haze over horizon, shrouding vibrant terrain,
Unleashing with gusting winds feisty rain showers,
Swirling, whirling mid-air, delicate petals of flowers.
Storm cedes to calming breeze waltzing long shadows,
Quivering in twilight, scintillating face of meadows,
Luring glances of smiles where blossoms of lilies cajole,
Enthralling enamored eyes, as leisurely people stroll.
Inscribing motifs amethyst, as day’s journey slows,
Refracting sun’s golden rays, skyline-amber glows,
When passions of lovers, to blushing eve disclose,
Secret lyrics of passion, hearts romantic compose.
While gelid breezes of winter, quiver emotions of decaying rays,
And arc of horizon cedes to dusk, evoking grimace of malaise,
Casting shadows tenebrous, shrouding glimmer of a slowing day,
Desperate hope lingers still, in resplendence of autumn’s decay;
Gawking in yonder, where gamboge-orange woodlands fade,
Reminiscing in seasons harkening, realms of love now evade,
Mindful of the broken vows, when grievous calls destiny made,
When forever promises receded, and pledges eternal strayed.
Love now mulls~ if kiss of passion was a subtext of final goodbye?
Was it the last tear of hapless eyes; a bawl of love gone awry?
A silent protest, concealing mindfully, anguish of a forlorn sigh?
Was it the clamor of jilted desires, love enamored chose to decry?
Springs of past summon hope, having risen from wintry throe,
Nights of nightmare cede to dreams in halo of daybreaks aglow,
As candle of love revives hearts, fueled by inspirations of soul,
When whispers of sensuous hints, aspirations of romance cajole.
Desperate hope expounds repentance, vying healing through time,
Unsure if, pleadings in atonement, will redeem future sublime;
Whether love saplings will ever sprout, from ashes of passions bygone,
If dreams forsaken will blossom, in womb of tomorrow’s dawn.
Haiti, the home of voodoo practices
Seventeenth Century Spain cedes to France
Catholic Spaniards trembled when they saw
“Dead” men revived to wander in trances
A vile poison can make men appear dead
Revival requires an antidote
But perhaps there is more to zombie lore
An explanation to why these souls woke
Brutally treated slaves worked sugar fields
Captives from Africa known as “Maroons”
As French aristocrats sat and grew fat
Blacks sweated for “sweets” in the tropic sun
Buried guilt deep at night still festers
For conscience is God’s gift to each man
Some may suppress it for just a short time
‘Til magical night envelopes the land
Spirits of those who were taken in chains
Are given by God a chance to rebel
Stalking the living in deathly pallor
Haunting their captors with visions of hell
“Zombifications,” Maroons erected
Spreading the horrors of slavery with anger
Showing the French what their evil produced
And putting their sanity in danger
So please put the voodoo dolls back on shelves
The needle-sharp pricks of remorse can sting
Enslaved Maroons prevail in heaven’s court
Our Creator’s eyes aren’t missing a thing
Magic, black or white, God sees no color
Love is bestowed on men of all races
And those who question the Lord’s intentions
Should look in the eyes of living-dead faces
As the holy season commemorates revelations of scriptures,
Sacred flame burning within, reinvigorates soul’s intellect,
Steering away from the fallible, toward realms of perfect,
Away from servitude of wealth, to caring for less-fortunate;
Empowering wisdom, vying sapience of enlightenment,
Inspiring collaboration in sanctity of spiritual exchange,
Rejecting overtures nescient, engaged in narrowness,
That confine humanity in fallacies unwitting, misguided.
In domains of self-reflection, repentance, and forgiveness,
Voice of indifference cedes to psalms compassionate,
As defective acts vow to mend ways, yearning for flawless;
Remorseful and empathetic, eying benevolence of solace.
From teachings of awakening, from sagacity of harmony,
Cognitive minds seek insights, transcendent in epiphany,
Propelling life toward enrichment in peace and congruity,
Vying spheres beyond the ordinary, edified in tranquility.
From sanctum of souls, depths of hearts, bells-pious chime,
Tolling expressions of kindness, echoing prayers sublime,
Celebrating precious gift of life, grateful for glory of divine,
As lanterns ethereal guide humanity, through reign of time.
When missives of love amber winds reveal
Strumming ardent music of romantic themes
As bashful moon delights blushing eventide,
And doting hearts aspire to call of desires;
Meet me then, darling, as memories revive
Sparkling sweet smile of twinkle in your eyes.
By the river’s edge, where passions spree,
Hand in hand we stroll in fervor of ecstasy
Beneath glimmers scintillating stellar glee
As we amble in reveries for miles and miles
Where, pulses passionate, longingly chime
Of two souls in embrace, content in paradise.
Sitting on shores, adulating river burbling,
Listening to love crooning innermost feelings,
We wish this moment will hum till eternity,
Lost in night’s glory as it cedes to dawning
When golden beams glisten mauve breeze
Inscribing on horizon our periwinkle dream.
February 5, 2023
Poem of the day on February 7, 2023
Placed 1st: My Dream Date Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
As soft winds rustle leaves upon forested hills
And fog envelopes depths of verdant valleys
Receiving a missive from auroral emissaries
When the night that dreams of trills and melodies
Awakens the new dawn of ebullient themes
Poised to wish new-day a blessed good-morning,
Let the show begin, with the chorus of robins.
When day cedes to twilight’s orange, rosy skies
Sketching sunset in kaleidoscopic skyscapes
And stars enlighten kingdom of the cosmos
As seductive tunes complement astral ensemble
Serenading a soulmate in lyrics of romance
Enthralled in fantasies fervently longed for,
Let lullaby of heart warble nightingale’s song.
When spring blossoms on tulips and daffodils
And summer devours apples and blueberries
Feasting on bounty of sumptuous grain harvests,
Traversing the seasons north, south, east, west
Where weather’s the best and freedom reigns
Waltzing in ambiance of liberties yearned for,
Let fantasia enunciate repertoire of bird songs--
Sing now, sing aloud, all the birds of this earth
And articulate the splendor of mortal existence,
Lift the song of life, raise cadence to crescendo.
April 30, 2020
Placed 2nd:Pick-a-title, Vol. 16 – Free verse 2 poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
HM: Brian's Choice 3 Contest by Brian Strand
Sure as spring-ebullient cedes to summer’s escapades
In vagaries of time a budding flower parches and fades
And the sweet sound of hatchlings abandons its nest
And autumn’s gilded leaves perish in throes of decay
And dethroned from its apex, sun-glorious as well sets.
Much alike nature, as life unleashes unsettling events
For some, its turbulence triggers hysterical blindness
And esteem that waxed to full-moon begins to wane
Akin to a sunny day that darkens and suddenly rains
Or flame of desires extinguishes in lovelorn marriage.
Purpose and meaning no longer wield a special clout
As soul of vigor confused harbors despondent doubt
And sense of self deteriorates into endless distraught
Till a beloved hand of compassion lovingly reaches out
Reconsolidating its ego, letting spent passions sprout;
Spurring momentous days, seizing thrilled moments,
Un-remembering yesterday, rejoicing bliss of present
Knowing tomorrow’s fate isn’t as assured as today’s,
Cognizant of transience and impermanence of being,
For now is real as can be, for tomorrow may be elusive.
October 6, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Hysterical Blindness
westerly chasing daylight relentless darkness never cedes defeat
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The single line Haiku known as a Monoku usually contains seventeen syllables. A caesura (pause) is initiated by speech rhythm and usually with little or no punctuation.
Form: Monoku
Written: 06/01/2016
Contest: Give Me Your Best One Liner
Sponsor: Silent One
Results: 2nd Place
red plumes, sunset blooms
since denim sky blues faded
lookalikes, sweet fumes
ever moving wind
fragrant and changing like sky
cedes to misty trend
reds, pinks, plums and golds
the world I knew went away
mimics unpatrolled
scarlet summer sass
red cardinal sings sultry
diamonds in green grass
Sorrow cedes when beauty takes its place
My soul feeds when fairness greets the eye
Warm are golden beams that brush my face
When upturned, this countenance to the sky
But inside, when out is gusty gale
And life has more to give than one can take,
There is peace when storms outside prevail
Happiness is ours to give or make
Seek without when darkness dwells within
Look to light when what is not destroys
When the veil of life has weathered thin
Know that in the end wait treasured joys
© by Donna Golden
May 21, 2005
when scarred earth cedes ~ breaking ground is a good thing
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Will Renewal Come?
With the peel of dying cells,
heart breaking November cedes
its ruddy blush to serious ground.
Trees’ loosing to fertile fodder,
they say, will soon enough spill to
soft petals and green adornment.
Alive again come spring,
they’ll be pink in the cheeks
of May’s glorious bloom.
I wonder in November
what if spring doesn’t come?
Kathryn M. Collins
November 8, 2013
When you love someone.
When you love someone, they possess your whole mind
they're in control of your entire body, soul and time.
When you love someone, their absence is cruel torture
dark shadows of solitude follow their brisk departure.
When you love someone, your darkness turns to light
their moonlight brightens even your blackest night.
When you love someone, you love their imperfections
idiosyncrasies, irritations melt under love's reflection.
When you love someone, it's complete and forever
time seems to stand still, whenever you're together.
When you love someone, you always put them first
living altruistically, allowing love's illusion to burst.
When you love someone, their smile mesmerizes
supplanting desperation with hopeful surprises.
When you love someone, your whole life changes
disillusion cedes to hope, your mind, it rearranges.
When you love someone, you feel totally complete
desires satiated with pleasurable emotions replete.
John Derek Hamilton
December 15, 2015
The Earth spins fast to morning
The dawn prods Sol to wake
And radiate his bright personality
Engaging a new day to break.
As the cold of the night is diminished
The chill of morning gives starch to the breeze.
The air is crisp with apprehension;
There is disquiet in the bent and the trees.
The effervescence of early morning
Cedes vitality to the glaze of day
And the hands of an obscure time-piece
Tick as glaze fades to threatening gray.
The anxiety of flora and fauna
Gives rise to the havoc that lurks;
There’s a change in the thrill of the morning
And they know how Mom Nature works.
Sneering clouds hover low on the horizon;
A Storm has its sights on the land.
That’s where it will unleash its potential
Exactly where Nature has planned.
The Storm with conscience unchallenged
And might to level all in its path
Commits sin against man and nature
Yet refuses to atone for its wrath.
After the Storm has languished
And the clouds pass by and dissolve
The production of Nature’s wonder
Is a force that man may never solve.