Best Crest Poems
Navigating vast oceans of life, negotiating its lows and highs,
Some blissful of pure joy, some burdened in griefs and sighs,
Riding aspirations eternal, rowing vigor of happiness I ride,
Undulating on tides of love, with your smile gracing my side.
On the crest of a wave, surging with gale, O, fondly we sail,
Reveling life’s sweetest moments, dreams amorous unveil,
Sketching themes periwinkle, tinting blush of rosy twilight,
Whispering secrets passionate, pleading to romantic night.
As stars above twinkle, in harmony with melodies of skies,
Hearts sensuous bloom desires, inflaming enamored eyes,
Spurring moods of romance, Venus and the Moon revive,
Flirting with colorful nebulae, where passions stellar thrive.
Anticipation builds, propelling us with exuberance of seas,
As lands in yonder delight, where zephyrs of hope breeze,
Foretelling of an ebullient morning, inscribing motifs of glee,
Glistening skyline golden, where promises auspicious spree.
Approaching our destination, we foresee realms of morrow,
Devoid of hurricanes of yore, devoid of miseries of sorrow,
Having parted stormy coastline battered in travails of throes,
Exiting cheerless shadows, vying winsome, sunlit meadows.
Categories:
crest, journey, life,
Form:
Rhyme
the box of Crayola’s has fallen to the floor
like pick-up sticks they lay, crisscrossed
and I without a partner or a pair of jacks
rolled paper named & swirled in ink of black
periwinkle and puce displayed
side by side the candied rainbow huddles
like children whispering at play
lilac and orchid cuddle
see the rusty red and the crimson lay
grin and giggles surround the paper pages
as the parents are kept at bay
lemon yellow is the sun
and saffron the flower in the bay
pink the fingers which grasp and pile
the colors so arrayed, by the fallen box
of crayons in the golden light of day
4/12/14
Categories:
crest, color,
Form:
Verse
Trauma stained
my innocence,
before I knew
that the sunless
sky lost its glory
to doomed darkness,
an empathetic gaze
which roamed beneath my
saffron skin,
an ungodly vulture
disguised as a gracious
guide, whilst waking up
to wrinkled sheets of satin,
which burnt and betrayed
my virtue as an offspring-
as virginal petals
stained in blood,
drenched me in
cruel flashbacks.
I swam against
ghastly ghosts,
searching for
cosmic lilies,
floating on the crest
of a wave,
through unholy rivers,
baptizing darkest sins
of my exploited mind.
l've tasted sparkling
saline streaming
down tall murky falls,
Every ripple graphically
reminding me of
my childhood tears,
secrets which scarred
my strained soul
into suppression,
allowing dark voices in
my head to control
every aspect of
my conscience,
questioning the stars
that dimmed
their silver on me.
Was my fatigued
smile a written consent
to the bloodthirsty breezes,
brutally invading
every untouched cell?
Did I blindly sing
along to their lullaby?
Or have I been cursed
before I saw
the first light of life?
Perhaps these
questions will
forever haunt me,
there's no right
answer when
the ugly truth
has stolen every
reason to place my
trust in the
unkind mind
of the humankind,
for the devil resides
in their shameless
shadows, singing hellish clarity.
Categories:
crest, betrayal, child abuse, dark,
Form:
Free verse
......woke up, you holding my wrist
..........asleep, you were
.............your beloved hand I kissed
......closed my happy eyes
............so blessed to have you
...............this cold winter morn'
......ah yes, first snow blankets the earth
............with a silver moon crest, blessed
..........,November 18, 2019............
Categories:
crest, happiness, image, snow, winter,
Form:
When your heart pours forth in vulnerable vacillation
When the feeling in your voice brings fervor to fluctuation…
I am all ears to every word, like a prisoner inspired before becoming a saint,
Like the vision glossed in the artist’s eye just before he lays his brush to paint
I am your morning darkness lingering upon the open eye,
Sipping your emotions in the potent oceans of your sigh
Suddenly mess has meaning as your heart rewards your mind
With the vast impasses of your praise, bliss I ever find
How can I sleep this night when I adore you so?
Not enough this love have I let you know
That in so loving, there is worthiness of living
And in our glorious receiving, our hands together sculpt body of believing
Categories:
crest, beauty, best friend, creation,
Form:
Free verse
On an early morning walk along the shore
I pondered thoughts about the ocean floor
What treasures are buried beneath its sands
Amid corals, anemones, orange sea fans
I wanted a key to unlock the seabed's door
On the crest of a wave, what had been carried
bobbled and lobbed, back and forth parried
from shore and blown across windswept seas
Miles traveled by storms or a tropical breeze
on ocean currents, their journey never tarried
In a shallow tidal pool, a conch was stranded
A gift from Poseidon's hand, I'd been handed
I held the shell to my ear and then listened
awed by the sound while the sun glistened
Waves crested until on the beach they landed
With perfect rhythmic cadence they swelled
on a high tide until its last ripples were felled
Another always followed, close upon its wake
constantly flowing as if it had a thirst to slake
quenched by rushing ashore as if compelled
Buoyantly, bottles drift on the crest of a wave
Directed by the whims of tides, as if a slave
No ebbing waters have ever ferried one to me
I ponder how many notes drowned in the sea,
bottles speared by Neptune. Forsooth, a knave!
Categories:
crest, ocean, sea, water,
Form:
Rhyme
I
A day, a blessing, misshapen
Careless words, good deeds overtaken
You rise, we rise: building on the trough
Cresting arrested; environment looks tough
We cannot fall further, sink lower
We remain connected, no matter the matter
Mother and child, ocean & waves, eternally
Somewhere deeper, Universe is you and me
II
You were cresting, dancing with siblings
Environments include YOU, both creating
A win-win world, Oceans of happy waves
Even when we crash, the trough saves
It is our connection to the Ocean Bed
No matter the weather ... Curses, words said
You are more, more than that spent wave
You have tasted eternity; you are beyond brave
III
We are more than our profession
We are more than any reputation
We are more than strong, or wise
We are more than traps that surprise
U & I are the universe experiencing Itself
New American loses identity of immigrant
The play of creation depends on disguise
Maybe that God as Spirit borrows our eyes
IV (Envoi)
You are much more than you know
Look for the empowerment in surprise
Go with the flow as a wave, ebb and flow
Maybe God as Spirit must borrow our eyes
NOTE: I am still new to this form and modified the rhyme scheme
From ababbcbc ; ababbcbc; ababbcba; bcbc
Categories:
crest, angst, creation,
Form:
Ballade
I'm wave-surfing on the crest of the waves of love,
Philautia, philia, agape, storge, pragma,
Above all, the divine love that comes from above,
Which blazes me, with a warmth, warmer than magma...!
On one side I feel cool calmness caress within,
On the other side, I come across with power,
Am I changed? Am I, like a fish, breathing with fin?
A vigor and mighty force, on me, does shower...!
A magnetic vigor pulls me from all around,
It's, indeed, a heavenly celestial feeling,
Have I, in a magical middle world, got drowned?
In me is going on restorative healing...!
I am out from the waves; the energy, yet, rules,
Earthly and heavenly dynamism ever pools...!!!
Categories:
crest, happiness, life, power,
Form:
Sonnet
As I watch a creamed-full moon come to crest,
a darkened backdrop takes thoughts away;
into the night of heaven, where loved ones rest.
I stop for a moment to ease my aching breast,
releasing inward feelings I want to convey;
as I watch a creamed-full moon come to crest.
To have known and loved, I have been blessed,
even to have known them for just one day.
Into the night of heaven, where loved ones rest.
I know humanly emotions are put to test,
when great trials of tribulations heavily weigh;
as I watch a creamed-full moon come to crest.
Someday all worldly possessions I will bequest,
somewhere my mortal bones will forever lay.
Into the night of heaven, where loved ones rest.
Even though my life is lively, still full of zest,
I will always long for the ones, who could not stay;
as I watch a creamed-full moon come to crest.
Into the night of heaven, where loved ones rest.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Categories:
crest, moon, night,
Form:
Villanelle
Flying alone
over fury enthroned
Its colors reign free
and clear
The enemy stained
all freedom regained
Covered in blood
spent and dear
Stitched yellow and blue
its messages true
That Svealand does
not run
To hang steadfast
and slay the past
And carry our glory
sum
A crest ablaze
through fire and haze
Horses hooves high in
the air
Now honor bound
on sacred ground
Heralding death
—our cross to bear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Categories:
crest, war,
Form:
Rhyme
When you think of the ocean,
Does it remind you of me?
How those waves of emotion,
Surged with human ecstasy.
Our love was a tidal wave,
Crashing the whole night through.
When I think of the ocean,
It reminds me of you.
Categories:
crest, lost love, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Love’s Wave and Breaking Crest
And though the lover’s now shared empty cells
o’erflowing with the enmity of loss
endured the curse of self inflicted hells
beneath the towered specter of the cross
the remnants of a love – now prayerful dross
crumbling – dry flowers clutched to chest
unwilling to admit denials cost
beneath fate’s wave and breaking crest.
A darkness of the heart devoid of light
numbing to the core all pulsing hope
adrift in string-less voyage – hateful flight
as fearful fingers ever slowly grope
the promise of the knotted, swinging rope
to which the aching heart has acquiesced
in effort to relieve love’s need to cope
beneath fate’s wave and breaking crest.
As through love’s hand slid harsh Manilla grip
tears dried upon a sallow, sunken cheek
awakening cold heart from endless trip
silencing the quest for dying’s shriek
recoiling from a final act so bleak
as to despoil a love that felt so blessed
strip it of love’s whimsical mystique
beneath fate’s wave and breaking crest.
Thus does the heart renew its rhythmic pace
return full beating flow to aching chest
release itself from memory’s sad embrace
beneath love’s wave and breaking crest.
//rhyme scheme not carried throughout//
//each stanza has own rhyme//
4/28/2015
Categories:
crest, dark, lost love, love,
Form:
Ballade
Blue zest of sea spray
Gull hovers the ocean's crest
Punctuation mark!
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
crest, nature, ocean, sea,
Form:
Haiku
Such melodious words of impress
Alluding to a lady magistrate
Like an emblem of blind justice
Such melodious words of impress
Ascribing to social illness
Weakening on someone’s taste
Such melodious words of impress
Alluding to a lady magistrate
05.20.16
Lyrics II - The Black Crowes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Carmack
Categories:
crest, sick, social, society, song,
Form:
Triolet
Among such smog-soaked folk
As curdle-coil in cloud-spun smoke
Along the grain-cut naves
Which, God-heavy, lie stiff as staves
On sad-strung ouds, yet creep
In concrete-crumbled static sleep
Over cambered cities.
Whose peaks and troughs ebb with pities;
A ring-road tidal flow
With human crest now sunk below...
Categories:
crest, city, identity, innocence, life,
Form:
Verse