Best Crystallise Poems
The naked autumn morning glistens,
air shivers in frozen gloss.
Thin virginity, crystallise fallen leaves.
A cold draft, winter will soon sweep in.
- the coffee cup is still warm.
She smiled a smile that reached not her eyes,
Who can know what beneath her smile lies?
She smiled a smile her hurt to disguise,
Who can understand her life's dark skies?
She smiled a smile to hide her heart's cries,
Who will care to listen to her sighs?
She smiled a smile despite hope's demise,
Who can see her soul's tears crystallise?
She smiled a smile as a compromise,
Who can feel how she does agonise?
She still smiles a smile to tranquillise,
Who can read her soulful smile's surprise?
11/20/17
Sweet as Christmas candy cane
She takes away my pain
Embellishes low spirts
Then she’ll crystallise the rain
With care, wraps up my anguish
Topped off with festive bow
Ensures there’s room within her inn
When I have no place to go
She jingles my bells when I’m going through hell
turns my tears into to snow flakes
With her jovial spell
Illuminates darkness with twinkling lights
embraces me warmly When Jack Frost bites
She’s a gift of the very highest degree
My Angel
My star
Adorning my tree
The most precious of baubles
Such a Yuletide time cracker
She can loose herself in this seasonal Chatter
She disperses my worries
and breaks them all down
They don’t seem so huge
As they fall to the ground
Like a magical snow globe
She shakes up my sadness
She’s my sparkling tinsel
and fills me with gladness
My dearest of friends who I treasure so deeply
Always thinking of others
and sings oh so sweetly
The tune of this heavenly holy night
Sprinkling hope as saint Nicholas takes his flight.
The lake captures winter's rare beauty,
before her waters crystallise.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.21.2014
Syllables 9 + 8
8tth
It said by the sage
that without intelligent observers
the universe would crystallise
into hard matter and cold energy
ruled by soulless mathematics.
It takes humble apes to breath life into our cosmos.
Would there be heat if we didn't feel warmth from our sun?
Would there be light If we didn't bathe in a camp fire's illumination?
Would there be colour if we weren't inspired by its hues and shades
to create great works of art on caves or on canvas?
Would time exist without life between birth and death
nudging the gears of the cosmic timepiece?
Are we the conclusion of billions of years
of random interactions leading to our existence?
The ultimate coincidence?
Or did we come first and force our universe
to create history all the way back to creation
as foundations of reality
so we humble observers can observe?
As we look back in time at the points of fossil light hurtling away from us,
how many of these have played a role in our distant past?
And which of these so long ago
sparked chains of cause and effect
that prompted me to write this verse
and prompted you to read it?
The ultimate ego trip.
From our window on the universe.
Our night sky.
Written 14th April 2017
Entry to "stargazing" contest
So, as said you sir
the sun did still rise
albeit in a blur
among shaded skies.
Where clouds did gather
at a dunces brainstorm
for a dance and a blather
upon a pseudo platform.
Hustling to heady highs
saturating their misbehaviours
soon they will crystallise
forget their facilitators.
As sure as they will fall
and make foe with the floor
we will stand smart, tolerant and tall
savvy of a shower bows soar.
A spectrum of and for all
a light we can all bat for.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
Adorable, descriptive of a love divine,
Beguiling smile the emblem of a hallowed shrine,
Communication symbolised a sacred sign,
Diamond eyes, the stars above forever shine.
Entrancing, sweetest perfume on the warmest night,
Foretelling greater futures with a second sight,
Gorgeous in the breaking of the dawning light,
Honesty igniting, true and burning bright..
Incomparable to any other living thing,
Justified by gifts to either take or bring,
Key to every secret wish or wondering,
Lovely as the fertile days of virgin spring.
Mellow as the midnight jazz or bourbon blues,
Never to be cast away as dead man's shoes,
Only choice conferred without a will to choose,
Perfect spark to conflagrate the latent fuse.
Qualitative beauty formed demure and fair,
Ravishing crusader crushing bleak despair,
Satisfying every dream beyond compare,
Tenacity and tender ever-loving care.
Unity with all there is to see and show,
Vivacity of life bequeathed to breathe and grow,
Wondrous as each complicated flake of snow,
Xanadu would never stand or stoop to know
Yearning such as this emotion crystallise,
Zenith of the urge to touch the very skies...
Dewdrops crystallise the view
Of a silky blanket overview
The sun meets this morning due
In a mist of heat and rising dew
The bustling the morning has drew
Flowers unfolding as a few birds flew
The cool air refreshing as a shower
Natural beauty from a perfect designer
The busy bees and beating sparrows
Shooting across the grass plains like arrows
The wet grass at my feet cleanses my soles
The vigilant rabbits, ears raised, fearful of the owls
The sun rays working the earth as a crew
Harmoniously with the elements for life to grow
For even the unwanted fungi and weeds grew
On a morning landscape this eyewitness I threw
Angel’s eyes
Pensive in silence
looked at the beauty
of angel’s eyes
fill me with the glamorous nuances
darkest sky topping diamonds
asteroids
meteoroids
comets
and stars
expanse their
fabulous beauty
brightness
colorful in the sky
fast rotating
to a black concentrated hole
all ran towards
in a beautiful race
to the deepest hole
where all the beauty met
so amazing
o... my angel
truly beautiful eyes
passionately embraced
my soul
shared me
an afterthought
the beauty of racing
in colorful dreams
comfort rotating
crystallise my passion
o... my angel
took me engrossed
in your beauty
forgot my lonesome
in chasing dreams
asteroids
meteoroids
comets
and stars
sprinkle in my melancholic heart
embellish my elegiac mind
immerse me
in what a beauty
guide me fly with you
o...angel’s eyes
~ Sukmawati Komala ~
17 March 2012
Dedicated to my dearest angel Dane Ann Smith- Johnsen
Ebony and ivory soldiers
stand sentinel on checkered plains,
their shadows stretching across the polished wood.
The mind becomes a blade,
thoughts crystallise
in the space between heartbeats.
Each move echoes
like thunder in an empty room,
while fingertips hover over destiny's pieces.
Time dissolves
In the crucible of concentration,
where seconds stretch into infinities.
Silence roars louder,
than any crowd in this arena of intellect,
as kingdoms rise and fall beneath fluorescent stars.
Victory dwells
in the eye of stillness,
where warriors of thought wage their bloodless wars.
Awake, oh hermit! Employ innate flair
Sieving vibrations as they do arise
Intercepting each desire in midair!
Feeling the stirrings, within our heart rise
Before they crystallise into a thought
View these cravings with nonchalant surprise
Vigilant mindfulness the way, self taught
Discerning if the urge is love aligned
Rejecting those with desire or fear fraught
Connected to the source, all is divined
Accepting love exalted, as assigned
23-November-2020
(syllabic Terza Rima)
Subtle scents resurrected by desire,
hijacked by ego, crystallise as thought,
a symbol seeking to depict that fire,
which divine inspirations to heart brought,
attempting to cage sun rays but cannot,
with words merely pointing out to that taste,
savoured, embraced and released by soul chaste.
In silence, becoming one with life’s flow,
as the source that enlivens form of dust,
relinquishing thus ego’s need to know,
vibrance of innocence radiates trust,
as of choiceless choice doing as it must,
to reinvent creation by love’s touch,
relying not upon lower mind crutch.
Unflinchingly, you sit in slumbered pose
as breath is amber bathed in bright moonlight
with rhythmic pulse in time's perspective held,
when fragile candles caress tawny skin,
you watch the honeyed flame shimmer air.
This morphs in shade by tinted cream
like jaundiced moths that kiss magenta lips,
you tempt my eyes to reflections of shapes
that crystallise our naked past portraits,
framed like snaps from holidays long ago,
remembering a play with mirrored stage
each part performed with aplomb then exit,
the lines are cliched, stuttered in straw sheets
as canaries sing trapped in twisted nets
Je t’aime Ich liebe dich Volim te,,, true?
Similarly, the lady of shallot cannot grasp
or stare at love directly framed by gilt
in fields of barley dressed in yellowed gold,
are flaxen flames pure cowardice undressed?
The tingle tightens nerves in craven stroke
that choke a heavy lament played with ease.
All time now slows like treacle hours still drip
and lemon fires now freeze our close embrace
with secret passion's gasp and groan resound
towards the helios in heated crests.
Now turn away, the ivory flame in wrath
dissolves all blackened ash as you depart.
I dream a phoenix sets its spiralled flight
to golden stars and gilded skies for us,
regenerated from dark sunflower fields.
27 April 2019
the gap between love and action
before bliss mists crystallise
ego stifles spontaneity
being what it is
we look at curiously
inexorable force of gravity
unable to anchor luminous spirit
Winds blowing and snow flakes swirling around
Imperfections highlighted on the ground,
Night time creates sparkling star lit skies
Trees dressed in icicles, drifts crystallise
Expecting extreme weather will we cope?
Reading poems of love give us some hope.
Painting, weaving, pictures in forms of words
Of nature, love, we weave with pen not swords,
Earths beauty, Earths rights and Earths wrongs we write
Months of winter, wet, cold, though still delight.
28th December 2016.
Janice Canerdy, Winter-related acrostic poem contest.