Best Crystalized Poems
What yonder lies in distant sky,
and looks like lovely butterfly?
A cloud of gas that iodized
whose blazing beauty mesmerized.
Throughout the universe serene,
in Scorpius she can be seen,
this nebula of orange and green,
the stellar pride of heaven’s preen.
These particles that crystalized,
with nature’s beauty harmonized;
this bright celestial butterfly
that yonder lies in distant sky.
June 9, 2019
"Everything holds a tinge of beauty, something unique,
but not everyone recognizes something beautiful."
~ by poet
Some of the most beautiful things in the world
are those that are visually impossible to see...
A fern frond that we can feel, not yet uncurled
Mated doves cooing, "Come to me, my love"
Or lofty wind in a canvas sail when it's unfurled
Promises of a pewter sky when rain's sorely needed
Swaddled newborns while dreaming in slumber
Starlight skies when the view is not impeded
Or fine fertile soil of this Earth in shades of umber
And polished pearls when oysters are seeded
The obvious sunrise morns and sunset twiights
A soul that was lost, then found its way back
Wavering hues of colors from the Northern lights
Pretty, a flower, growing in a sidewalk crack
Crystalized snowflakes and other wintry delights
Beauty can exist inside a good person's heart
In the prismed colors radiating from waterfalls
And at the greeting of lovers who have been apart
It's found in lost friendships by tearing down walls
Realizing life can be happy again with a fresh start
Our sweetest memories, when in dreams we drift
Smiles endowed to strangers who wear a frown
That may be what they needed to give them a lift
The glowing face of a bride, in her wedding gown
And how beautiful the offer of forgiveness as a gift
He sang sweet songs, sweet needle point lullabies
His eyes were crystalized, their awestruck blackness ate me whole
I stayed mesmerized by his carelessness and smooth complexion
He spit ease and promised comfort
His perversions helped to define me
He fed off the helpless story my eyes told
Like a rat chewing holes in already worn socks
The deeper the needle dug, the closer we became
2 more strangers brought together by a spoonful of pretty crystal flakes,
Praying for something better
The dope trampled through our veins, fusing us together
I take the shot and let it break me to pieces
I become fragments, collaged together to make one unnecessary disaster
I am legs. I am eyes. I am lips. I am warmth. I am sultry. I am body language.
I am delirium. I am carelessness.
I am 37 flavors of wreckage
I am the thrust in his hips and the look in his eyes. I am property.
I am the dope sack and the remains left behind
I am just weight on the mattress
I am another girl on another motel bathroom floor
I am the holes in my arms
I am confined, super glued to a picture of a drug addicted whore
Yet, I still believe I am endless
I stay paralyzed in this moment, in my fear of a better way
In this ecstasy
I stay paralyzed in my regrets, in my remembrance of all things lost
In all the moments I lost my control in an empty dope bag
It wraps around me like lights on Christmas tree
My bad decisions and remorse surround me
In a cheap motel room with broken windows and a broken tv
It breathes in my heartbreak and exhales my defeat
I am alone but my broken parts fit right in
The sticky windows separate us from daily life
This is a place of isolation, not escape
The morning sun doesn’t shine on us
We’re just chasing after freedom in the wrong place,
Singing our needle point lullaby.
Taking a long ink dip in a desert pond,
rejected drake words
ripple echoes in the wilderness: Tread with care!
Dreadnought thoughts silicate crystalized,
glass menagerie opens to a darkening sky
Wing-tipped metal muse raised to the foreboding air,
infusing liquid lightning to the bard birds
Watching intently as the anti-gravity atoms abscond,
executive electrocution is on a delay timer
Prose avian sentries see
Splitting anti-social charges
seep into the hate-soaked, polluted atmosphere
These momentous crisis changes,
poets of a new dawn articulate so very clear
Tho’ labeled by a scornful society
as being conscientious ugly ducklings,
the fear factor in the swirling wind
keeps increasing it’s whirl war buffeting
Incoming V-formation of ionized mallard birds
dropping kinetic malevolent words
Stork deliver radiation babies —
Blackhawk moving targets that glow
with surgical stealth Caesarian precision
Whilst the designated survivors
be the fleeing flock having open duck ears
Poets of a new dawn
continually pen agitate
strong current ripples in the desert pond
Letting their U2 ugly quill mirage liquidity
dose infect the minds of those
who syringe swan dive in beautiful disbelief
Within the first moment of loving him, the stars
Fell silent in a soft whispers hush, mine beloved,
Sent from the spiritual gardens above, was this
Precious rose, whom pierced my heart with cupids
Thorny prong’s of devotion.
A melting comet descends, shattering my frozen
Crystalized soul within, for loving him I thus live
Again, and am renewed showed by his sacred
Petals of tenderness.
Passion’s fire in the blue skies of his eyes I’m
So lost, drowning heart first within seductions
Universe, divinities cascading shards of pleasure
Clasp as shooting stars singing our silken sheets
Of forever.
Silvered pieces of stardust dart above us,
As we promise our vows beneath the vast
Canvas of heaven, for in loving him two separate
Half’s have become whole, I’ve found the eying to
My yang, forming perfections circle of enlightenment.
Interconnecting vines woven around my emotions,
Blossom with blooms of his budding devotion,
In loving him I’ve found roots nourishment,
Growing stronger by his shinning smile,
And sunshine’s rays of everlasting kisses.
Oh do not the lords of the galactic universe,
Dancing within the fields of the twilight hour,
In tune with our wedding march, in timeless
Reflections do the pools of the moon,
Ripple with the hushed silence, as two
Lovers walk beneath them in reverences
After glow.
For in loving him, I’ve found my hero of
Companionship, devotion, and soul mate.
He is the lucky star that guides the rhythms
Pathway forward and where he goes I
Shall follow always.
Within the first moment of loving him, the stars
Fell silent in a soft whispers hush, mine beloved,
Sent from the spiritual gardens above, was this
Precious rose, whom pierced my heart with cupids
Thorny prong’s of devotion.
Wintergreen leaves of frozen tiffany, encased within
Crystalized ice cycles are the delicate roses of youth.
Tender shards easily shattered or creaked by
Betrayals heavily handed anvils blazing.
Sparking with passions burnt offerings flickering
Flame, that wavers with age and experience,
Melting the chilled petals of regrets, turning them
Tarnishment’s withered brown.
Textures tears of crimson leaves blown asunder
In the winter breeze, splendors translucent frosted
Frosting, the icing of a wintery bouquet, never to be
Realized by the eyes of sorrows hand maiden,
Called the old maid.
Amongst the folded satin sheets lie dreams
Hidden in the chest of hopelessness, nay these
Ice roses leave a bitter fragrance of mild dew,
A melting’s distinctive after effect to a lonely
Hearts comfort, to the cries unanswered in the
Darkness.
Permafrost’s sizzling sting has bitten in two
Another flowers blossom, as a rose red crimson
Bleeds across the white snow palette of clarity.
As the youthful heart is trampled beneath the hooves
Of the ivory knight whom wares the shining amour
Of insincerity.
Dead vines tangled amongst the shards of frozen
Ice leavenings, torn apart lay the delicate human heart,
No fragile a rose ever known has been exposed, to the
Open flame of Loves fire, leaving nothing behind
But remnant’s residue of beauty’s most fare.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
She searched beneath flashing green neon signs
advertising cheap rooms for rent - ten by the hour.
She prowled - her vision sharpest in the night
Celadon eyes of a feral cat, out searching for her Tom.
Sufficient suspicions surfaced in a splenetic jaded mind
fed with juicy scraps and morsels of hearsay.
Jealousy grew in truculent shades of green,
to a height taller than a forest of giant spruce and pine.
Trust be damned, an evil spell cast upon her heart.
Neon blinks painted emerald stripes across her distorted face.
Possessed, she ripped her dress and screamed his name.
Pounded on doors painted in deep verdant hue
all closed to the night's vulgar rantings.
Flashing lights, blue and red, a door finally opened.
Tears fell from green crystalized eyes
black mascara streaked down each cheek
a beast-like mask of caustic emotions.
Caged - the 'Green Eyed Monster' - locked away
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March 1st, 2016
Green Contest: Silent One
Your life in a bowl
All weighed and measured by time
Interpreted by your soul
Soul dipped on a shoal
Crystalized and embedded
Where new life grows and evolves
I catch my breath as I disappear
into the depths of the sky.
Gazing upward I feel a tear
shining my cheek as I cry.
A diamond's remnants drift on down
to sparkle my doorway.
Crystalized light to take my frown
and find a smile for the day.
Mountain majesty, azure peaks-
this picture that brings me grace.
A wonderment that to me speaks
when I've another day to face.
As daylight ebbs the crescent moon
sparkles like jewels up high.
Starry tapestry unfolds soon
collecting diamonds in the sky.
written by Deb Wilson
January 9th, 2014
I will never be ready even though you signal your leaving
I foolishly keep the bright days since so much yet needs sharing
of long partings after our intense then rare meetings
of wild childhood stories and unfathomable blur future waiting
nowhere we could ever imagine even truly existing.
The beauty of the freely crystalized future has then come true
with your unchanging care and simple soul in skillful gesture of true blue.
You know I love you so much even in my silence
I know you’re now gone, but forever unforgotten,
Wishing you were here, silently cheer our encounters often
even if I know much of your pain and sometimes helplessness stands
in the face of bitter destiny, we all struggle to walk away, to just be gone.
But we can’t lie that time to bodily part will come anon, perhaps this afternoon breeze
just in time to forget our worries, but to thankfully remember our sweet memories
of how much I love you…
And I will always do
in the deep ocean of true blue.
(28 October 2022)
Contemplative bliss communes with the serene,
into the spirit of the placid marine crystalized in my mind.
As the sun’s reflection spreads glitter upon its open sea,
throngs milling to the melodious tunes of the guitar.
Strumming troubadour, slim and rangy toe headed youth
grins modestly as his tip jar fills welcoming spared bills
And to the sounds of the seagulls
gleeful squawk, soaring through the azure.
Beyond the pier the magician plies his trade,
tricks which awe and stun
the enthusiastic crowds gathered about.
And what lovely crowds willing, mellifluous, madrigal,
thoughtful, kind, and respectful.
Smiles abound as though the world conspires for a pleasant mood.
I inhale the familiar primordial sea air’s briny scent.
I take pause to ponder gazing out onto the vast ocean’s expanse.
How much longer can I bare this aching fulfillment
as I anxiously transpose these images and feelings
into meriting words.
Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me
My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze
Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete and constant gaze
Gaze from adrift to assured, from timid to fuss-free
Where her long-winded Hebe falls upon my sensuous serendipity
My short-winded romance catches upon her contagious catholicity
Through and o'er million-mile-long cascade of rains
Romance-woven, rose-waved, rushing curtain after curtain
My gaze meets the Grace of Venus' veins
Venus' veins from blear to clear, from confused to certain
Splicing and brightening each inspiring spot
Along each dimensionality of the whole universe
So perfectly the vast vivacity fits into my sensorial slot
That my everything rhymes and roils with its magnificent verse
Far and wide anacampserote describes
Far and wide rosy tides arise
From the perigee of my sights to the aphelion of her skies
From the margin of my mind to the adytum of her vibes
Harking back to earlier path strewn with romances of royal grith
Hearkening forward to future favors featuring our millennial myth
Reachable osculation, ne'er has remote oneirism so uncannily overlapped
Raying reality, ne'er has rainy romance so snugly wrapped.
I've grown quite fond of the old gal in my house.
She lights up when I look for a snack,
more welcoming than a spouse
in a midnight tryst. She never gives me flack.
I value my fridge more than a vault,
but sometimes I open it and I'm repelled
by the scent of something fuzzy and green.
"That stinky odor is my fault,"
I cursed with words that were obscene.
The stench is worse than anything I've smelled.
Half a roasted chicken carcass, wrapped in foil
has been in there for days.
Kept for making stock after it would boil,
but it's long past that phase.
Not sure but I think this is deli meat
inside a bottom drawer.
No, thanks. Think I'll pass. It's too slimy to eat.
I see a container with shriveled peas
and something crystalized in a jar.
I've lost my appetite... aw, geeze!
I know there's cheese in here somewhere.
Ugh. It's gotten moldy.
Now, I'll have onion soup without gruyere.
Can't blame my refrigerator. She's a golden oldie.
She does a great job of chillin'
and winks at me, day and night,
but forgotten things start growing penicillin.
There's some, but it's just a smidge.
Glad I saw it before I took a bite...
Thanks to the beam of light inside my fridge.
February 23, 2023
Write an Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
I met someone once, who showed me why the flowers bloom;
And why it is so easy for buds to break through the early spring snow.
I was afraid, and said nothing. Yet I am there, whenever I want to be, in that moment.
My hand touches the cold snow and I can feel the earth is warm, underneath.
I sweep the old grapevine leaves away, and feel with my hands for life renewing. The crocus and tulip bulbs gently break the surface of the soil and meet my hand. And I think, who were these people? Did they have dreams like me?
Time slows down for the longest moment, and I am captured in the truth of that moment. Crystalized forever, the imprint remains.
D.Goodman
A Brief Unforgettable Moment Contest
Contest date 12/2013
Remove the revenge...remove the rage...remove the revulsion that drives me insane
God,please take the thorns that bring peril and pain
Thorns of trauma and torment,terror and tears
God,hear my prayers and take those thorns made of fear
Thorns of trauma...young mind torn to shreds by schools and swarms of invisible pirahnas
Deathbeat dramas march like puppets and play inside my head,heart,and soul
Take these thorns from my side and send them all home
Thorns of torment...they twist and they taunt
They stalk and they hunt their prey in and out of season
With no rhyme and no reason
Just for the fun of setting fires
Making timebombs tick till they tock and explode
Take these thorns from my side and send them all home
Thorns of terror...I paint the planet black cause there's a monster in the mirror
thought crimes becoming clearer
I'm becoming what i like least...bad man to boomerang to brutal beast
It keeps coming around like an endless carousel
It doesn't kill me but only makes me stronger...length of pain is getting longer as I walk this world alone
Take these thorns from my side and send them all home
Thorns of tears...tearing through the fabric of time now crystalized and clear
Thoughts I've had and deeds I've done
Divinity dreams that turned to demon dust
Regrets and remorse push my buttons until I scream...standing the storm as a solitary soul
Take these thorns from my side and send them all home
I beg and I plea until I finally get an answer
God is smiling down on me still I'm bent like Charlie Manson
He pays the ransom and sets my soul free
But He doesn't take the thorns and it doesn't murder me
His grace is sufficient for the world and for me