Best Damsel Poems
Captive damsel of creative-writing programs,
Personalized, eulogized job of small groups,
The frenetic activities handy to very few,
Poetry now belongs to a subculture hew.
We have accredited professional poets,
Creative writing teachers at all levels,
Composing computer- created poetry,
Creating illusion of the Golden Age artistry.
These professional poets have secured
Their own niches in the academic world,
They cry over the spilt milk like jackals
Snarling over a dried-up well with no aims.
Quantitative work is guaranteed success,
Accuracy, meaning, technique matters less.
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Fourth place winner
Contest: Poetry for poetry's sake of Paula Swanson
Quo Vadis is a Latin phrase meaning "Where going"
Categories:
damsel, satire,
Form:
Sonnet
A DAMSEL ENCHANTS FELICITY
Aurora breaks,
Cinderella damsel enchants felicity,
gliding halcyon--
implanting jazzy kisses,
languorous murmurs. . .
Nectared opulent press
quakes reactions.
Succulent tissues urge
virginal wanting: xerothermic,
yearning zenith!
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*** xerothermic -- adapted to or flourishing to environment that is hot and dry
halcyon -- care -free
CONTEST NAME: 10 OR LESS LINES
Contest Sponsor: Rob
~~2nd place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
2:28 pm, September 23, 2015
Categories:
damsel, feelings, love, relationship, romance,
Form:
ABC
I wonder whether this is love or lust,
If rain reigns in the day or dark night,
Confused as I lay low without foresight,
My soul sails through the sea of metal rust,
Clean my lens and brush my hair just to adjust,
Hoping to see my diamond shine so bright,
This passion can`t be hidden but brought to light,
as I look at the sky to know who to trust.
Heaven smiles at me as my joy abound,
This reminds one that shinning stars are few,
Knowing that goodness and bliss will be found,
I walk towards my pearl for the time is due,
Her beauty and traits spin many heads around,
For her benevolence you have to take a queue.
*Valentine Poem*
Categories:
damsel, life, love,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Why drowning when there's
the ability to swim in me?
Why sleeping in the cold woods
with a match box in my Jacket
and an Axe below my head?
Why the self condemnation
when I'm a billion miles ahead of a billion?
What exactly do I see in my inner mirror?
Is Life embracing or pointing a finger at me?
I see a pretty one of huge significance
with effective duties like an Angel.
But also, I see the ugly one
dust to sand, stone to rock
that's just its living sequel.
I view a perspective
rough but sweet; challenging but interesting
which is exactly my gospel.
But then, I see them as temptations
and tests with no ability to repel.
I notice when walking through red coals
I never let my tears be my Life's panel
but the submission of my adaptation becomes so parallel.
I'm mind blowing and noticeable
like a newly-sewed apparel.
But day and night, I posses a tag with
just one label.
No matter the task to stay beautiful
nothing stops that quest to excel
but I see a limitation to
just a specific ordered function
like the ringing bell.
I'm staying elegant and attractive
making all long to be part of my counsel
but my usefulness, worth and confidence
no self awareness to propel.
Beginning as crude
coming out as a refined Jewel
but still, reality seems so cruel.
What exactly is my mirror saying?
Is my Life that of a Damsel or a Camel?
This, I just cannot tell!
Categories:
damsel, adventure, life, success, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
Marry Your Best Friend To Get the Best of Both Worlds
Not many can claim they met their spouse in a battle of wits
much less the fabled (don't believe a word of it!) Internet.
But my uncle, he's not many. And my new aunt? Well she's a keeper.
And it wasn't love like a summer fling --- but it goes much deeper.
The rumors you heard - it's all too true - they met on Online Scrabble:
sesquipedalians by heart, but in the strictest sense, true Word Warriors.
Her last turn was an "I Do"... and when it came, he knew that he was done for:
pussyfooting through the back door, the tenacious Triple Word Score.
The date was planned - his bachelorhood canned. Compensated on Christmas day,
a wifie from Wales to tie the knot with my uncle the Stud from the Spud State.
The Red Dragon Damsel flew in (too strong to be distressed) into my uncle's country life.
(I still remember his clenched fists pouring buckets at the altar ... his first love)
And she brought her little Dragoness, too --- a fiery spark named Emily.
My job was to walk my new British cousin down the aisle,
as she whispered to me, "Should we link arms?"
And though I should have said, "What's the harm?"
instead of a rather robotic canter --- it now brings a smile.
My lovely Aunt Laura wore an eggplant dress, as if too challenge the mountain majesty
that peaked through the church window of that fine Idahoan morn.
Her glorious entry introduced by a Celtic song that would have made Enya weep,
as the vertigo of vows came to a close like a caged bird being released.
Mariah Carey's famous Christmas hit took to life --- All I Want Is You, rang true,
as they took each other's arms to dance celebrating an unlikely circumstance.
Crossing oceans to become One: she from Barry, and he from Boise.
The After Party --- filled with giggles, tears and rip-roaring stories from every point of view.
The wedding cake (believe it or not) was a Scrabble board:
one slice was Congratulations - and though a bit silly, to me it was poetry.
And my uncle - you could tell - was simply dumbfounded
as she took the words right out of his mouth
... with a crumb-filled smooch.
Written February 27th, 2016.
For the My Wedding Day Is Special Because... hosted by Olive Eloisa Guillermo
NOTE: I've never been married before, so I hope writing about my uncle's wedding instead is acceptable.
Categories:
damsel, adventure, beauty, blessing, devotion,
Form:
Narrative
I was lurking around but she finally found me,
We're watching the clouds and lying under a tree.
Saying words to be outspoken,
Worrying nothing even the glass is broken.
And I will lastingly love her because she's with me.
Categories:
damsel, best friend, blessing, friend,
Form:
Limerick
"Dream Weaver Damsel"
in a tiny corner beyond mysterious hills
a quaint curio shoppe promised exotic thrills
amid cryptic designs whispered brisk Autumn chills
as the marmalade sunset cautioned while pursuing frills ...
misty clouds had invited
as curiosity excited
I entered dusty door of my own free will.
melodies chanted a pleasant, yet haunting refrain
as a slight pungent odor infused by wolf bane
the proprietess welcomed with a silver head cane
at her side was a midnight blue giant great dane ...
a charming confection
a cozy connection
i wandered in amazement to purchase sculptured frame.
she offered a sweet tea from a boiling cauldron tin
suddenly the silence invaded quiet as a pin
this euphoria feeling tasted tempting as sin
while spraying wild essence which appeared from a bin ...
a mystical trance
fashioned vivid romance
I envisioned a breath of intoxicant gin.
floating through space on invisible wings
seeking to escape from perilous things
trying to seize the illusive brass rings
as I started to weep I heard two lovebirds sing ...
dream sequence is over
awake! smell fresh clover
was my dream a prediction? premonition? or warning?
*For SandyIvy Davis's Good Enough Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S..
Categories:
damsel, adventure, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
What is the world,
But an oyster to you?
What are other people,
If not aids to help you
What purpose do you serve?
What do you know how to do?
Nothing. Nothing at all
But sit, waiting for someone to save you.
You poor damsel
Always in distress
I wish I could respect you
But you're just too helpless
Other people use their legs,
Their feet, and their brain
You know one day,
You should do the same
But you would rather be a burden
It really is a shame
I think you like to struggle
You want life to be a pain
You poor damsel
Always in distress
I wish I could respect you
But you're just too helpless
Things could be better
If you would at least try
But that means you actually have to do something,
You prefer to just cry
Cry and complain
Complain, moan and sigh
"World look at me, please!
Or else I'll die"
You poor damsel
Always in distress
I wish I could respect you
But you're just too helpless
One day I pray you learn
To do things by yourself
Instead of choosing not to move
Without the assistance of someone else
One day no one will be there
To hear you when you call
And the world won't stop
To brace your fake fall
You poor damsel
Always in distress
I wish I could respect you
But you're just too helpless
Categories:
damsel, confusion, hilarious, introspection, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
damsel dragonfly
how I envy your freedom
featherlight
fragile and delicate
effortlessly
you glide
ever so graceful
with your whispery wings
translucent in the sunlight
in a carefree dance
atop a sunray
onto the next
hovering
nonchalant
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 13, 2019 for 2019 POETRY MARATHON MILE 18 sponsored by MARK TONEY
Originally posted on February 18, 2018
Categories:
damsel, beautiful, fantasy, flying, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
The Damsel
There's damsel in a Tower
a dark and gloomy place
a window and a mirror
that show's a tired face.
Her door is made of iron
a window is her light
her hero's by the locked door
the door he tries to fight.
She looks out of her window
and calls out with a cry
her hero's looking back up
and ask's the question 'why' ?
The damsel yearns her hero
to come to set her free
again he pounds the iron
but damsel... has the key' !
Categories:
damsel, depression, hero, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Captive damsel of creative-writing programs,
Personalized, eulogized job of small groups,
Quo Vadis poetry, a damsel in distress?
The frenetic activities handy to very few,
Poetry now belongs to a subculture hew.
We have accredited professional poets,
Creative writing teachers at all levels,
Composing computer- created poetry,
Creating illusion of the Golden Age artistry.
These professional poets have secured
Their own niches in the academic world,
They cry over the spilt milk like jackals
Snarling over a dried-up well with no aims.
Quantitative work is guaranteed success,
Accuracy, meaning, technique matters less.
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December 16, 2014
Form: (Contemporary Sonnet)
Categories:
damsel, how i feel, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet
DAMSEL CAUSING DISTRESS
The knight errant sent for me, but I’ve gone missing
For three days now, while he’s composed a ditty:
In the tide of feminism I still haven’t given up kissing
Being what is termed fatalistically pretty -
But I can be the ‘no’ that makes for nice
When his flame burns under his boiler suit,
Then I’m decently torpid like a fish on ice
Where the guts need to go when the runts root -
A pillowing breast, my nightcap a soliloquy
To hell with his billowing sails and pregnant ships
Let him go, this guy who’s got everything but me
With his big thighs, big legs, big hips -
All the things we women should shun
Save satin, silk, squirm, sperm, and …sun.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
Categories:
damsel, boyfriend, emotions,
Form:
Sonnet
fly away
a dragon and a damsel meet
at the pond
Categories:
damsel, animals, fantasy, children, funny,
Form:
Haiku
Curled in the womb, a dreamless summer night
Hark the coming of a baby snow-white
Eternal beauty and grace, a cuddly delight
Twinkle in her eye, there is never any respite
Nimbly she walks on, roguery she incites
Alice in wonderland, hiding away from the light
Mocking at men, when she came of age
It was all pretence of a teeny tiny phase
Riddle she became, which men strove to work out
Candle light dinners, yet lingered ever a doubt.
How did innocence, turn out so ravishing?
A nymph in disguise, her life is confusing.
Nasty or just hasty; she can’t herself surmise
Do I dare to find out, am I wise to analyze
Am I able to suppress my own prejudice?
Nourishing a sentiment, have concealed it so well
Is she the one for me, should I go and ring the bell?
PS The first letter in each line spells the name of the damsel - 'Chetna
Mirchandani'
Categories:
damsel, childhood, friendship, love, teen,
Form:
Acrostic
The damsel in distress routine got old
at first, it was so captivating
made you feel like a knight
you had dragons to slay
you saw the tears
you wanted to be the hero of her dreams
you wanted her to faint with delight
at your sight
to sigh
you wanted to whisk her away
make love to her
night and day
your just reward
for wiping her tears away
Oh, it was sweet
it was
to see how she needed you
wanted you
she wanted you to stay
dream castle knight on display
It got old, the damsel in distress routine
some of the demons were too strong
the nightmares too harrowing
the insecurity too stifling
the neediness too needy
it got old
The tears of past memories
didn’t dry quickly enough
the castle walls closed in
turning into a dungeon
hero accolades grew thin
In the dark of night
you lowered the drawbridge
and while she slept
you snuck away
the damsel in distress routine
got old, too old to keep you
While night turned to day
as you rode away
the truth would not dawn for you
the night all you knew
you couldn't understand
couldn't see
it wasn’t a routine
the damsel in distress
regressed
more distressed was she
in dawning light to see
the night had claimed her knight
This tale of woe I weave
of fairytale that bleeds
is true, you see
for the damsel in distress, is me
I’m still....
the damsel in distress
with no one
no one
to rescue me
Eileen
Categories:
damsel, allegory, truth,
Form:
Narrative