Best Delphic Poems
Singing pollen songs
Lips anointed with honey
Priestess of Delphi
Filling her pollen basket
Propolis giving comb love
The forest is my loyal friend, a Delphic shrine to me- Ralph Waldo Emerson
When fleeting feathers of ostrich ferns
swiftly unravel euphonious tunes,
I drown in musky memories~
reminiscing the nights, the musical moon in your silent skies,
held secluded stars flickering within my hurting heart.
For in the midst of crestfallen chrysanthemums,
as colours of life fade into forlorn fogs of frozen fairytales,
I find wings beneath shadows of my empty existence,
waltzing like sullen sunflowers
in the velvety wilderness of healing.
Sometimes, when acrobatic letters
scattered across clusters of cluttered calligraphy
reveal timber tales of unspoken truth,
I remember how thunder seemed lighter,
and heaviness of clouds seemed softer,
than the restless ripples ferrying roaring roses,
as the soulful forest of fireflies
now remain my compassionate confidant.
There, loneliness is a forgotten noun,
while I subtract expectations~
divide Delphic equations,
to multiply contentment with loyalty that lingers~
through symphonies of crooning nightingales,
comforting aching wind, swollen, surging with sorrowful sagas.
So let me find the topaz mirror to turquoise tranquility~
in the zestful breeze of petrichor peace.
I’ve always felt warm arms of nature
enveloping me like blissful blankets,
embellished with emerald empathy
in garnet gracefulness.
But if this was the last drop of my bleeding ink,
find me in the labyrinth of lavender lawns~
knitting diamond dreamcatchers from abandoned trees,
still blossoming with bougainvillea ballads.
Quote: The forest is my loyal friend. A Delphic shrine to me.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The forest is my sanctuary, a sphere of peace, a realm of solace,
Dwelling in equanimity, conjuring serenity harmonious, flawless;
Where my heart sings, humming hymns, lauding a tranquil place,
Ringing soul’s sacred bells, echoing reverence of Delphic grace.
Zealous vibes of the forest gleam, vying lure of enchanted eyes,
Whether welcoming avid dawns, lifting with aureate sunrise,
Or greeting dreams of rosy-eventide, themes esoteric surmise,
Mesmerized by art of fuchsia motifs, upon sapphire-blue skies.
In this forest often I find, angelic gifts of messengers divine,
Much alike ancient prophecies, emanating from Apollo’s shrine,
Bestowing blessings of Artemis, proffering halo of healing light,
Where I enter edified, enlightened basking in solitude of night.
Whispers-comforting soothe, life’s anguish in tender breeze,
Strumming rhythms of leaves, conversing with sashaying trees,
As tenor of birdsongs reverberates, propagating tunes of glee,
Where animals roam freely, and butterflies chromatic spree.
Living in the moments inspiring, as instincts erudite, spur me on,
Leaving behind travails of past, and memories-wistful of bygone,
Elevating reveries of morrow, yet, reveling in passions of now,
Content I feel, in offerings of life, pleadings benevolent avow.
Eternal feels its timeless domain, ethereal is its cherubic voice,
In company of this selfless friend, mindfully, gratefully I rejoice;
Reflecting on occult, yet, heavenly eloquence luring my mind,
To decode the message of Delphic lexicons, Apollo enshrined.
Quote: “The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me.” Emerson
Forest, a Delphic shrine,
In woods where shadows dance in dappled light,
The forest stands in depths of day or night,
Where secrets prevail in sky’s solitude.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Whose whispered tales caress the breeze's song,
The rustling leaves, a chorus soft and low,
Their wisdom echoes through the sylvan glade.
I roam in the enchanted verdant halls,
Struggling, and hoping,
Searching the hidden truths in your silent realm,
And the zephyr tells me,” Here your soul will find sweet solace”.
"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." Ralph Waldo Emerson
I lie upon the forest floor
In motion with the lull
Of the wind’s instrumental snore
Around and stretch curiously null
Growing use to its poetic rhythms
Of nature’s calmness and peaceful
Trees of yesteryear strum hums
Walls that embrace and healthful
Its mysteries diversity unclears
Diffusing rainbow sunlight over me
Sounds become orchestral tears
Echo a moment and flees, an epiphany
5/16/2024
A Mended Fence A Sinners Doubt
David J Walker
The sin
is in
The sin is out
The sin is to
pretend
and not to doubt
where truth begins
a ragged rout
the books all blend
the rancor’s shout
with trails of gloom
or gratitude
a tactile room
too often skewed
as hues descend a
reconned drought
a seasons dirth
a Delphic earth
vatic verse
that vendor's tout
the nether world
escapes without
a false pretense
in recompense
as gods invest
the beggar’s bout
a mended fence
a sinners doubt
"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic Shine to me."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Greek Poet
Who is always there, through the good times and bad?
Who welcomes me when I'm happy, when I'm sad?
It's mother nature, my wise and trusted friend
Who teaches and comforts me until the end.
She's a philosopher - look and you can see.
She shows the world how to live in harmony.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
When will people begin to comprehend?
A psychologist, she gives me peace of mind,
Swaying grass and leaves my troubles far behind.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Will you console me, to my mind, attend?
A mathematician, so brilliant and keen -
Renders symmetry in flowers to be seen.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
How do Fibonacci numbers ascend?
An engineer, who will make things work just right,
Giving owls big eyes so they can see at night.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
What can you build, from mankind to defend?
A fashion designer who sure invents with flair,
From fish in Tahiti, to birds in the air.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
If printed on a dress, what would my wife spend?
An artist, she has skill no man can surpass -
The beauty of a lake from a mountain pass.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Your creations, can Van Gogh not transcend?
A poet, she gives words to a frog who waits.
This creature, who says "jug-o-rum" when he mates.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Have humans, a better word, ever penned?
A musician, she made the sweet nightingale
And creatures up and down the musical scale.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Who weaves a better symphonic blend?
A magician, she takes a bug that likes to squirm
To make a gorgeous butterfly from a worm.
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Who else could cause my mind to bend?
A love coach, who tends to all the heart encloses -
Meadows of swaying grass, beautiful roses
Oh, wise and trusted friend -
Will you still be here if my heart should rend?
Dear mother nature, my wise and trusted friend,
I know you'll teach and comfort me to the end.
The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me.-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
The tow’ring trees with their branches widespread
Sift light which falls like a golden shower
(As when Zeus to Danaë’s chamber came)
Reaching the moist earth joyful to receive
The warmth that causes all flora to breathe--
From the stoutest bough to the smallest leaf.
This place is where once Artemis had played,
That shielded her form from unworthy eyes;
And Narcissus--that handsomest of men--
Unfortunately met his tragic end.
The forest tells stories to willing ears;
I find it to be a most loyal friend.
So I come to this most sacred of ground
Where voices from the past can still be heard
From the crisp rustling of the fallen leaves
To soft breeze blowing through the foliage,
Or from water dripping from moss to moss,
To echoes like sighs from a bygone age.
I come to this place to communicate
My joy, my sorrow, my triumph, my pain;
And always the forest listens to me,
And judges not my many flaws and faults:
A small part of me the forest contains,
While a big part of it in me remains.
May 5, 2024
Among 2nd Place
Delphic, Delusion, Disaster, Dauntless Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Title 1
"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The written word bears roots abound
Hail favored mist of hallowed ground
Announced breathtaking full-filled air
Spreads out enjoyment summons fair
Forgiving trailed Earth's crowning Star
Forest startup's reserves stretched far
Healthy hoards and wholesome intakes
Fresh novel minds elsewhere, retakes
Obsessed consumed florists stationed
Lives styled out stretched reawakened
Seedlings advanced Heavens promised
Groundbreaking achievements calmest
Cob-web silk thread eight-legged shooters
Tethered roots edged equaled footers
Floods 'neath grounds raise the gigantic
Psalmist summoned lessened frantic
Misplacements sequenced adjustments
Cause coursed through major monuments
Misfortune causeway lengthens aches
Stressed strung-out unmeasured outtakes
Commons traversed rights owned presence
Neighbors challenged core quintessence
Claimed righteousness labors bear fruits
Attributes are well-served ... grassroots.
Inspiration, Title 1/ Delphic -
Quote: The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Since, I was a child the forest has been my friend,
I could wander all day dancing among the trees:
there was such delight for me around each new bend,
I would listen and feel the caress of the breeze;
and it is in the forest I learned to transcend.
Even on bright days the forest has shadows dark,
my path decorated with roots and wild flowers:
branches lashing, clashing and a screaming sky lark,
yet, I am not afraid and wander for hours;
the canopy above me like a curved green arc.
Still the forest is a safe refuge so I go,
I adore the ancient trees mystical secrets:
and I search for the puzzling Delphic hidden glow,
the temple priestess going deeper, so reckless;
snaking vines grasp for me and green lattice leaves flow.
The forest is a shrine strange, veiled, and intricate,
an unfathomable puzzle mysterious:
a place full of Delphic mystery infinite,
often I feel immersed- drunk and delirious;
and see sun in bright streaks and flashes scintillant.
“The forest is my loyal friend. A Delphic shrine to me.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
The forest is a home,
A place for my mind to roam,
Its doors are always open to me,
To its abode, I’d rather flee.
I find solace in the forest,
My troubled mind comes to rest,
Light pierces through the gloom,
Hope comes to my room.
The forest has its mystery in the serenity it brings,
The soul soars on joyful wings,
Nature guides the stumbling feet,
It's wonderful to come and meet.
The forest welcomes me to its abode,
I find a tranquil road.
I’m out of the hold of the night,
I see a perpetual light.
May 17, 2024.