Best Crisper Poems
Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets,
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones of shell,
dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron,
fleck the bosom of the swell.
On waves of crisper coral
the majestic sun ship sails,
bright bride aflame in glory
blushed beneath her misty veils.
Such beauty blinds my vision;
my gaze is downward drawn
to vanilla foam soft swirling
in the footprints of the dawn.
Copyright, April 16, 2014
Categories:
crisper, beach, beautiful, color, morning,
Form:
Rhyme
sweet and citron voice, fondled a whisper
did you say, "O my Love, pulling me close
refreshing spring water, cooler and crisper
restless eyes now crave, to forever repose
a vista of orchids, into my soul you dive
where a frantic heart, beats in your fervour
No more secrets, so effortlessly you arrive
in every corner, dreams in vain endeavour
in swarm of thousand kisses, I slowly melt
impetuous arms hug, a wild maddened sea
faintly glowing cinder, every cell now felt
an embrace, in your lockup, you set me free
Dated 7th June 2020
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Categories:
crisper, cute love, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
Clouds seem but blemishes upon horizons
as weary as the soot smudged cheeks of urchins.
Bruised in hues at once fresh with pain and longing,
not yet healed by the riper rise of next day’s bloom.
O ever changing sky, the nascent forest’s buds.
Its lashes linger in the purple poignancy of dusk
and whip thy brow with thrashing maple limbs.
Eyeless vault of heaven cry for me, release my plight
erase with thy wonders this tattered visage so forlorn.
The sky of night holds many jewels of delight.
O ever changing sky, clear to crisper shades of sapphire,
ping with shooting stars and glowing diadems of light.
Let lavender blue soften my sorrows for I like Merope*
need Orion’s might to lift my heartache, to point the way.
May thy constant rebirth give hope which melds with mine
and brings a beauty brighter than your Venus** to the day.
*Merope was Orion’s star crossed lover.
**Venus is the Goddess of Love and the Morning Star
Categories:
crisper, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Pastoral
Oh goldenrod how bright your blaze
though blooming sunrays bittersweet —
your tint the hint of crisper days
when dusk arrives on hastened feet
amidst the green tall grass you gleam
oh goldenrod how bright your blaze!
gold dust the stuff of Nature’s dream
rich sprays of flame the monarchs praise
a beacon’s beam in humid haze
a rocket flare in atmosphere
oh goldenrod how bright your blaze —
a torch for summer love to bear
as solstice fades no longer spry
and sun-dried skies brown manes of maize
beneath the aging daystar’s sigh
oh goldenrod how bright your blaze!
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2022
~ First Place ~
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
*N/A (X'd)
*Contest: Hint of Autumn
*Date judged: September 3, 2022
Rhymes verified: Rhymezone
Syllables verified: howmanysyllables; 8 per line
Photo: Gardenia.net
Categories:
crisper, august, beauty, flower, happiness,
Form:
Quatern
Aristotle, who once said, “A flatterer is a friend,
Who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.”
Magician or not, the appraisal we try to defend,
Veneer covered ready, prepare for the overthrow.
And a splint named psychology supports nowt,
Tender are the suspicions, a tourniquet gripped,
That of emotion, a trend compared with doubt,
And complacency set amongst the less equipped.
Human form takes shape of Copernican theory,
Between each other, is the central perspective
Years ahead in terms of mind, yet still we query.
Remaining wary, they’ve listened so corrective.
A glimmer of paradise from that which destined
More positive than rightful, for instance, must,
Be seen as most probable, avoiding a rescind
Of harmonies that quaver a motion. Well, just!
And the motion we speak of, like a whisper,
Eases the tension between people who feather,
The hearing sensation shall understand crisper
Torn between plusses and negatives; whether!
The flatterer is found as the darkest seclusion,
Reflection of them is the question of mystery
A misty environment that forms that illusion
Chronically synchronized a challenge to history,
To beat out the drum of intention, as constant
A theory relating to trust involving apple trees
Has a Newtonian law which shall transplant,
Gravity, attached friends upon a breeze.
In feather-like spirit, the meadow may drift
An illusion that folds from the first dew morn,
With goose bumps that wrinkle a wary shift
Trusts! Where the sugar sweet mentions are born.
That’s what friends are Law, children at heart,
Make-believe portfolios of whimsical worth,
Fasten the button on jumpers, and bonnet apart
When blue summer dye creates umber for earth.
Perceived as a coward on grass that’s not green,
Glass, not a ruby, when trust solves the riddle,
To finish this mantra this causes serene,
Convinced like a Titan’s romance of the fiddle.
Oh! Zeus, need we flutter the discord to ride
The twirls of Hyperion, who teaches the master,
To dance like an ocean and swirl like the tide,
As trust gains momentums avoid the disaster.
Categories:
crisper, mystery, trust, perspective,
Form:
Epic
I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..
You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..
I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..
Categories:
crisper, angst, confusion, death, dedication,
Form:
Those we love don't go away,
they walk beside us everyday.
Their murmurs soft… a tree leaf whisper
defrosts my heart that did grow crisper
with grief that stained inside and out
when I embraced and lived with doubt
that voices lost to yesteryear
would still be here in atmosphere,
but breezy hands they brush my shoulder,
lilac plumes they shake their spirits bolder
as wind-tossed scents awakens my recall
of purple June bouquets that did enthrall.
Your polaroid faces in frames
can flare or tame my mourning flames.
Our days once filled with cheer and dare;
now souls fly free as sheer as air
or sit, to contemplate as still as moss.
They come to help alleviate my loss;
I see them in the blue above the cloud,
or golden sunshine warmth spilled over crowd;
I catch a glimpse in happy eyes
and sense they’re there in spirits' guise.
A moment here and then they’re gone,
beyond white angel-air-chiffon.
I’ve come to know and feel inside
that never-ending, they’ll reside
within my heart and everywhere.
To sense them near fulfills my prayer.
Categories:
crisper, grief, introspection, joy, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
Dreaming of a love that won't pass me by
One that will reach to the heavens up so high
With a woman who makes my spirit dance across the sky
Who like me have not figured out all the answers why
A lady who is always willing to try
That is never going to lie
When she looks me in the eye
A lady who understands compromise
Who is willing and wise
A beautiful person inside
Who wants to take this amazing ride
To this love we can testify
It's the kind of feeling that wont you by
Together in life might our hearts take flight
Knowing We can do this night after night
On a journey, way beyond the lights
May our love endure what feels so right
Making our commitment so worth the fight
At the end of every day
We feel all the love come our way
When our hearts start to beat as one
Then, sweetheart, we will have won
Filling our life with so much fun
Never feeling like we are under the gun
Knowing a love like ours isn't coming undone
Letting our souls whisper
As our love becomes crisper
When you open your eye's
It's a beautiful sunrise
Up close in a way we have never seen
Oh baby won't you help me come live this dream
Categories:
crisper, beautiful, blessing, dance, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Autumn steals the long days from Spring,
The dawn sunrise turns pinker in the reflection of water
And the morning air is crisper.
Was it Autumn that stole your daughter too?
The season turns, the season flees.
In the way the oak tree clings to its leaves,
You take caution in letting go of the last
Like the carefulness in letting go of your daughter,
You tried your hardest, but you never caught her
And as the new season arrives, you unpack
Your heavy coats.
You learn to get used to missing the warm sunshine
And on the days where the Autumn leaves fall harder,
You crave to listen to the sound of your daughter’s laughter
Mingle with the sound of rustling leaves.
As Autumn deepens, your loss deepens,
Your grief deepens and
The colder days creep in.
Old oak now as naked as the nursery
Without your daughter sleeping
And Autumn winds howl, weeping,
Crying for relief from Fall’s feelings
The way your daughter cried for healing.
Was it Autumn that freed her too?
The season stirs, the season goes.
In the way the oak tree regrows
You open your heart just as the clouds open
To let through the warm sunshine.
You see her in the playfulness of the world’s colours,
You see her eyes in the shape of your mother’s
Do you feel her in the Autumn too?
Categories:
crisper, daughter, loss,
Form:
Free verse
November is late autumn's prize,
arriving with its last goodbyes,
to usher in cool, crisper days-
perhaps with flakes, or icy glaze-
as trees will shed their golden shawls
to soon don fluffy, snow-white falls.
With time to stay indoors, surmise-
a cozy fire, a book- while eyes
enjoy the autumn's vibrant blaze-
redone from summer's verdant phase-
create a patchwork quilt that sprawls,
neath whirling winds from mini squalls.
Month-end brings time to aggrandize
Thanksgiving Day! We energize
in sharing feasts, with love and praise-
as kin and friends enjoy the craze.
When days run out, next month installs
more holidays- then, New Year calls.
October 29, 2020
Contest: Lay November
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Lay Form: 6-lines per stanza, 8 syllables per line,
rhyming scheme of aabbcc per stanza.
How Many Syllables and Rhyme Zone used
Categories:
crisper, november, tribute,
Form:
Lay
It was time to sit little Timmy down
It was time to have "The Talk"
"Timmy" I said "Timmy your daddy is the super hero known as"
it is here I took a dramatic pause and finally said
"Cabbage Head"
At this point i waited patiently,
patiently for Timmy to stop laughing.
I tried to continue but Tim wouldn't have it
"no dad please, please don't speak I'm trying to catch my breath"
I remained silent. Just then Timmy said
"so whose your sidekick cauliflower ears"
he was now gasping for air through his hysterical laughter
Timmy I said "calm down we have to talk"
Timmy stopped laughing but then he added
"so where do you keep your Super Hero costume?
In the vegetable crisper" back to Tim laughing
which led me to believe Tim was being sarcastic
" What's your superpower? The ability to
control itty biddy Bunnies to do your bidding,
(again with the sarcasm)
turning meat eaters into Vegetarians.
(my child hits the nail on the head)
So who is your arch nemesis Vegetable Chopper, he slices he dices."
(this kid knows a lot about me)
"No no I know Salad Dressing he drenches you in his juices
until you wilt." That's ridiculous I think
I would never fight a bad guy named Salad dressing
...again.
I decided I would give Timmy some time
to absorb our serious talk while I made a call.
In fact I decided to wait until the next day
I had to call my sidekick. The phone rang. He answered
I said "Cauliflower Ear is that you"
Maurice Yvonne
August 30 2014
You're a Super Hero
Poetry Contest-Carol Eastman
Categories:
crisper, child, kids, giggle, hero,
Form:
Narrative
Man, it just doesn’t pay to try and live in the day. Crazy full up, crisper, sharpest with an undepleted uranium core, burning burning burning, knowing it’s all **** and nobody pays attention, “quiet desperation,” hell! I just want to run in circles, scream and shout, play a one-man game of crack the whip, and fly down the lea flopping into a deeper briar patch of blooming wild irish roses and gin blossoms! As I pass through muted crowds, so full of noise and bustle-hustle, I get that itch between my chakras, that tightening of the fruit, stooping with a sly look around me, a faint paranoiac whiff of parallel worlds at a titanic event horizon, slamming together, slapping bellies like a $2 whore... shadows fighting archetypes of shadows (or is it more like the agony of waiting for that goddamn second boot that never gets dropped on the floor in the apartment above, Jesus Christ, does Ahab live up there?! But more like living a Gilliam dystopia, never feeling completely at ease with anything or anyone, until even the sewer urchins are out for your blood...my God, their dark eyes!) and, passing through the crowds and stores full of purchased attitude and 4G networks, everyone’s hands full of their adult pacifiers, texting a friend sitting next to them, I get cooler, like passing through a near dawn mist roiling off a boneyard, and realize we’re all starving pilgrims on a road to nowhere, begging bowls filled with moaning woe and ironic suffering as we’re denied entry into Lhasa (we had a PC instead of a Mac). Do I bow or curse now at knowing I'll have to slide past a window and hide under the stoop with a paper bag full of fortified liquid forget-me-for-now and growl away the ice weasels? But as I wander, backtrack through that plastic-fantastic crowd, hitting the door and dark like an expelled sigh, I wonder what became of true heroes? For with my disdain, rapier sarcasm dripping with cleverly crafted metaphors... I’m not one of them.
Categories:
crisper, depression, memory,
Form:
Prose
U: “March out, arm in arm, Americans all.”
Q: (Keep freedom’s fires stoked and burning.)
U: “Unfurl Old Glory while we heed the call.”
Q: (Tell the truth to all the young ones yearning.)
U: “Take back your land from this lunatic fringe.”
Q: (With all the corners that we’ve been turning.)
U: “Their true agenda makes a good man cringe.”
Q: (Point out the fact that we’re still learning.)
U: “Shout it long and loud, we’re number one.”
Q: (So beware of all the blowhards braying.)
U: “There isn’t anything that we haven’t done?”
Q: (Scoundrel’s colors, too bold displaying.)
U: “Whatever’s wrong, we’ll make it right.”
Q: (They’ve torn the flag, the flag is fraying.)
U: “For our future’s looking awfully bright”
Q: (Can we comprehend the price we’re paying?)
U: “We’re so lucky to be living here.”
Q: (Stop all the pigs of privilege squealing.)
U: “We all love this land, so give out a cheer.”
Q: (Expose the truth that they’re concealing.)
U: “And those who don’t, they can leave today.”
Q: (That keeps the selfish interests stealing.)
U: “Well, they have nothing ever good to say!”
Q: (Then begin the long hard task of healing.)
U: “Cast out the cowards who lead us astray!”
Q: (True liberty is a field worth growing.)
U: “We know the best is yet to come. Hooray!”
Q: (Seeds of sacrifice are still worth sowing.)
U: “Lift up those glasses, now here’s a toast!”
Q: (Yes, question every course we’re going.)
U: “We’re the country that we love the most!”
Q: (Or a crisper wind will soon be blowing.)
Categories:
crisper, philosophy, political, satirelove, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
Categories:
crisper, august, autumn, child, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
Stop by for a six-pack of beer
‘Hello!’ Smiles the pretty cashier
‘May I see your ID?
(Are you KIDDING me?
You just made my day AND my year!)
‘Store policy’ She says with a blush
(Is she FLIRTING? Does she have a crush?)
Intuition grows crisper
When I hear a soft whisper
‘Anyway, are you in a big rush?’
Categories:
crisper, funny, girl,
Form:
Limerick