Best Cottage Poems
Beholding aspirations of the marigold sky I sailed
As hushed purple dawn was rising above the bay
Glinting platinum hued tides bouncing off the quay
While the boat turned, in quandary of the unknown,
Cognizant that discarded memories had returned
To quiver bruised emotions on gold dusted ripples.
Was that you, my dear, longingly saying hello
From our quaint cottage on glazed verdant shore
Crooning praises of your glittering rose bouquet
Where gilded rays refracted, sparkling magenta vase
Sitting atop embroidered tablecloth you made,
Graciously standing there in welcoming poise
Happy that you rearranged life, just as it once was,
Having removed all clues of our interrupted past
When penance of remorse sought brand new start.
I recognized ruby vows you sprinkled on daybreak
Bashful, as twinkles of smile glistened your face,
Seductive in whiff of perfume blazing memory lane~
Indeed it was you pledging promise of a new day!
February 15, 2021
Placed 3rd: Mind your P’s and Q’s poetry contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
cottage life
clearing the cobwebs
of my mind
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on March 4, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAR 6) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on September 6, 2019
Faith’s cozy cottage
lies deep in the woods
Beckons trembling hearts
to partake of her Goods
Allays palpitations
assuages all fears
As she calms, as she tames
fresh rivers of tears
Sue made her bouquet from cottage garden flowers
To find matching blooms took her several hours
There were nine pretty roses in a shade of pale gold
Such a delicate fragrance they’re a joy to behold
Lilac and lemon freesias looked so bright and gay
They’d bring subtle colour to her pretty bouquet
Baby’s Breath added a touch of creamy white
Those tiny flowers are such a charming sight
Sue looked radiant with a bright beaming smile
And held her bouquet as she went down the aisle
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10/22/19
bright blooms surround it
it has an old fashioned charm
colorful cottage
most folks stop to admire it
on their journey through the day
the road of beauty
leads where the blooms are crowding
in the still morning
blue pink red yellow and black
purple and cream-sunshine's dream
This early morning light,
full of pink blush
End of night
I feel the blood rush
The warmth of you,
sets my heart on fire
Soft breathing
This closeness,
I will never tire,
for I love you
This intense physical feeling
Your love to me
Your healing,
is what I need you see
This early morning light,
flickering through,
summer wood cottage
Good bye to the night
I love you too
This night has passed.............
So very fast
I want it to last,
the whole day too,
because you want it.............
as much as I do
This emerging pink sky
is for you and I
Endless sky,
for you and I to fly
This beautiful night
has now passed
Pink sky,
for you and I
A new height,
our love to last
I trace my finger
down your cheek,
letting it linger
It is you I seek
Yearning sigh,
under pink sky
Midnight blue,
has followed through,
with pink sky
Summer wood,
awaking nearby
Early morning breeze
at summer wood cottage
A new dawn,
rising through the trees
My love for you,
under pink sky
Here in summer wood
Forever too
This night passing by,
our love......... understood
colorful sweet peas
cling on to broken trellis
perfume fills the air
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08/24/21
The little cottage
Built by my beloved father
Is old and small
But loves begins here
And never ends
It carries on years after years
Wherever you go
You won't forget
It's like a magnet
It's like the force of gravity
It links to your mind and your soul
Buried deep in your memory
Even after it's vanished in a big fire
Even after its builder passed away
A long time ago
Love and memory do exist
Whenever a soul remains
The cottage near the wood is crowded in blooms,
Its creamy facade is enlivened with many hues;
And large vases of flowers grace several rooms.
Joy throughout the days with the delicate fumes,
and legendary exotic, natural splendor issues.
The cottage near the wood is crowded in blooms.
Redbirds sing gold sunshine, or of pearly moons,
Nature creates beautiful at the merest excuse,
And large vases of flowers grace several rooms.
Summer appears early, in all the mellow Junes.
Blue and mauve butterflies flit floral avenues.
The cottage near the wood is crowded in blooms.
In such lively colors, encroaching beauty looms,
Green scenes in each window, sunshine suffused,
And large vases of flowers grace several rooms.
All the endless days bold tangerine sun looms,
and rabbits and the bees gather woodland news.
The cottage near the wood is crowded in blooms;
And large vases of flowers grace several rooms
Stairway to Wise Woman Faerie Cottage
I found it when I was eight
Spent many an hour inside
Learning the wizen ways of a sorceress
Wise Woman confided she was looking for a novice
to be trained to replace her when the time came
The time was apparently this week
For the stairway had disappeared for fifty years
Today it is back. I eagerly skip up the steps
Ready to see Wise Woman.
Her flesh is gone, but her spirit is all over the cottage
Reminding me, and teaching me
I am amazed that I remember her magic
And how to produce light and love in others
Wise Woman magic, taught by the queen of the woods,
My new title, whispered quietly among the elves and faeries
warm cup in hand i take stock
as the cool air caresses my face
the smells of dawn comingle
the lake ever so still with
sounds of nature waking up
there's nothing more precious
than this moment and
the sense of awe i feel
i am undeniably blessed
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
COTTAGE IN THE WOODS
It’s hazy
A scrim tints all shades the same – like the
Washed-yellow flowers fronting a shallow pond –
Making ghostly the cozy, little cottage beyond,
Which rises from the rushes and wild cover,
Nearly hidden by jack pine
And so dense – one, the foremost, in sad decline.
I pause, delay, to pick some wayward blooms,
Grown curious what lay within the cottage rooms
Oh, it’s a summer thing this soulful bliss,
Thatched roof and potted-window muse,
Snow White and dwarfs, a true love’s kiss
A sudden, fishy plash, though, disturbs my reverie -
The weedy pond, all ripples reflection -
The whole become some cubist fantasy
We trudge and trip
along the slick, stony path
Squishy moss covered rocks and roots
propel our wet sandaled feet forward.
Treacherous trail ends
in a sun washed clearing
Tall pines tower,
solemn totems, encircling
the idyllic patch of heaven
in the woods.
Warm, happy sunshine greets
our cold, damp sandals
now forgotten in
the glory of arrival!
The sweet, white cottage
with perfect blue shutters,
embracing the dusty, dirty
panes of glass,
like the warmth of my mother's arms.
Solid fir plank door
cheerful, red apple paint
waits with iron latch,
ready to welcome us in.
Again and again.....
years, decades, and generations
of Miller's welcomed back
to their sweet cottage home.
Oh, my, how excited, elated, I would be
to receive sudden financial prosperity.
The true appeal would not be the tangible
but the freedom I have longed to handle.
It is so easy and fun to imagine
the idyllic dream-cottage I would fashion.
If my pen and intent have successful flair,
Perhaps I can transport us all there.
One super, great thing about my new home
is the location in a unique, universal zone,
where society, by law, must leave me alone
and never again cause me or mine to groan.
First, I’d hand my home dreams to Thomas Kinkade
whose involvement my enthusiasm would persuade.
He would build my perfect cottage in a glade;
quaint goose bump appeal with each modern update.
Country, antique and Quaker furnishings throughout
would be joyously bought using my new clout.
I would slowly decorate within and without -
extend the thrill, I would without a doubt.
A Walt-Disney-mind will fashion green grounds
over which perfect billowing clouds will abound.
Cute, gleeful birds will provide uplifting sounds
and precious flowers will pop color all around.
Somewhere on my lush, beautiful property
will be awesome fun for others and me;
ATVs, a bowling alley and bumper cars;
a racquetball court where everyone stars;
a baseball field where rivalry will spar;
an inviting lake twinkling beneath the stars
where fishing and swimming are never barred;
and, a babbling brook playing nature’s guitar.
Every morning will wondrously begin.
Before any voice has even spoken,
a gorgeous song will be piped in,
Cat Steven’s singing, “Morning Has Broken.”
Down verdant lanes and muddy tracks
a neglected cottage dwells
encroaching growth of trees and grass
and long gone last farewells.
Broken slates and shattered brick
with ivy clinging tight
encrusted panes and shattered frames
suppress and block the light.
An open door on one hinge swings
to entice and crave attention
to an inky dark forlorn and stark
with a feeling of apprehension.
Wallpaper hangs in tattered threads
mould and damp abundant
an upward stair a broken pipe
water flows inundant.
No longer fit for family life
it's memories fading fast
of children playing in the halls
in a dim and distant past.
Down verdant lanes and muddy tracks
a neglected cottage fading
into the undergrowth of life
and memories remaining.