Best Dew Poems


Premium Member Whose Muse Elusive Dew

The worldliness within the sphere     
reflecting morning light, 
as poignant as a single tear 
idea bright is crystal clear 
and frames the heavens in her sight 
though soft the fall through night.

Settled 'pon a leaf flirtation                   
awakens dreamy mist,
sow the sweetest need sensation 
clings a kiss in wild elation, 
and though short-lived the earthy tryst 
a reason to exist. 

But rendezvous a bitter binge          
though gentle loves cajole,
for soon the feel of daystar’s singe 
O lifting dew from leafy fringe 
no matter of the kiss they stole 
the cosmos in her soul.

Deep the tender-hearted flower           
whose muse elusive dew,
look how she shines this golden hour  
evanescence is her power 
as rays do make such moments few 
alas, the mourners coo.


Susan Ashley
June 18, 2022


~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 7
Sponsor: Mark Toney


~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Dewdrops
Sponsor: Angel L. Villanueva

*Required rhyme scheme: ABAABB CDCCDD EFEEFF GHGGHH
*Required syllable count: 868886
 
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*syllables checked: howmanysyllables
*idea: 3 syllables per howmanysyllables*

Evening Dew

When twilight's spectral fingers fold
Sweet blossoms of every hue;
Some half opened bud will hold
Its pearls of evening dew.

Touched with every sunshine hour
The eternal earth has shown
All the perfume of the flower
Till it finally becomes its own.

We that wait may never find
A chance to sing our praise;
For memories we seek to bind
Take the scent of fading days.

The poet who has never spent
His words in futile strain;
For him the misty dewdrops lent
Their diamonds to the rain.

Unfastened in their fragrant bell
They tell their own dear tale;
Then from the cloud from which they fell
Their haunting scents exhale.

Morning Dew Melodies

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Morning dew melodies whispering soft,
harmonies dream on the wind
Scented illusions of days in the past
and those about to begin

Choruses blooming in amethyst shades,
sweet as the day’s precious glow
Penned in the key of to never forget,
symphonic breezes a’ flow

Beneath a sunrise of violin vistas
precious this garden of song
Petals in piccolo solos are beaming
hoping you will sing along

Listen as marigold arias play
now as the day it does start
Find every note is performed just for you
composed by the love in my heart

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Premium Member Whiskey Lips So Sublime

Whiskey Lips So Sublime

Whiskey Lips step now over the line of true fire-water,
As a warm-burning brings forward one glowing sign.
The golden mead of sweet mountain dew appears now,
As each golden drop sighs it moment of escape and as 
The alcohol signals and sparks the wildest of spirits in 
One’s own true self! 

This moment of sublime ecstasy excites and sparks your
Deepest inner-spirit and you begin to slur and sing loudly,
As your mind begins to reel from the drunken delight of
Your very own intoxicating breaths—noble, yet stupid,
As you become drunken forever under each psychic sip
You taketh from the deepest pool in the very depths of
Your eternal soul!

Your very eyes now glaze over a breathless message
You have found in the cheapest of whiskey bottles.
Saying a divine prayer to Almighty God Himself, 
You open the bottle cork now and take notice that a
Little genie pops out of nowhere and begins to take all
Three of your mythic wishes granted together into one!

With that, this little genie shall begin dancing and singing
An ancient Irish whiskey song in your presence into the
Wee hours of the morning until you both pass out and fall
Into a drunken stupor with your whiskey lips so sublime!        

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 23, 2018
(Free Verse)

Premium Member Sweet Morning Dew Drops

Dew, to Dawn, to Dusk, to Dust: (pause)
A sacred cycle turns while love endures.

At dawn's first light for I am beside you.
Where my soul finds peace and rest
In your presence there are fears, like fallen leaves.
Are truly comforted and blessed.
Within your eternal heart,
My love's fervent quest finds its crest;

My Love, you are a blossom kissed - 
by morning's dew.
Your grace is conveyed to many 
each passing day.
Your smile is a sunrise chasing 
nightmares away.

Your smile dispells shadows where darkness... 
once held sway.
You color the silence with gentle care on 
this our special day!
For in your kind eyes I do see 
a love that forever reflects.

Refrain: With every single touch as our love story unfolds,
Through God-given years our tender care enfolds.

Your hand in mine as the promise that endures
A love that deepens like a softly spoken prayer.
Even when wrinkles trace their stories on our skin,
Our love’s fair flame shall never dim,
Our bond unbroken, a love we’ll always bear.

Through trials faced with faith as our guiding star,
Your spirit burns. A beacon ever steadfast and true.
For together we will walk on wings of hope as one. /
How firm our foundation, forever fresh and 
forever blessed.
Within your arms your are my haven-
where peace sees me through.

Refrain: A vow so silent and holy blossoms in the hush 
of daybreak's kiss.
For you are my lifetime and each moment a sacred bliss.

Your laughter's song such a melody as sweet.
As birdsong at dawn that chases doubt away. (pause)
With you my world is a Flourishing Garden.
You a love so pure that lights up 
each and every day.
With every beat of my heart... slow murmurs:
"You're my beautiful and my cherished wife," (pause) 
"forever true."

I know that when twilight writes 
its final fading verse.
And earthly treasures crumble to dust.
Our love is a promise unwavering,
An eternal bond, 
for in faith we always trust.

Hand in hand, heavensward, ascending.

Premium Member Morning Dew

Morning Dew

Does no one hear depth of this darkness
Of it's presence within our mist
So heavy it rains on the Glory of life
We choose to let it be
Not to see 
Words of choice
To hide it from display
It will grow
From seed 
To plant 
To tree
It's roots of hate have already captured some 
I thought these souls were safe from harm
But now they have joined and seem bound to the roots that have entangled them
No where 
To run 
To hide
The daylight grows darker daily as it struggles to survive 
How can mankind repeat these atrocities over an over
Justifying their hate in any form 
We have learned nothing
For our young we create the gift
Of hope
Of love
So wondrous in the  morning dew
Why have we chosen again and again to Let the darkness rule our days.....


Premium Member Sketches of Dew

The lake is a plate of evening blue 
Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view 
Under lilting skies the undulating sea 
Stretches far beyond infinity 
Silent and calm, no hint of green 
Smooth as silk with translucent sheen 


Rippling blue as far as fingers can see 
Yet when the moon’s luminosity 
Fondles  the surface where the wavelets flow 
Twinkling jewels  are dew-pearls’ glow 
To easels of moonbeams on a crystal sea 
How incredibly beautiful this vignette can be...


©

For Brian Strand's Image  Theme Contest/ 2 to 14 Lines
By nette onclaud

Premium Member Dew Upon the Rose

Once under the rubber moon,
elves wore pointed hats.
And I, a traveler from another star
wrote my resume.
It said,
"This is my resume
wherein I write without a rhyme.
Trust me or not,
it is the same".

Why should I be seeking work 
at this late hour?
It is enough to drain away
	the years,
to fabricate lies to sew upon my pillow.
Every turn of the road
in this wasteland
reveals a scorching desert,
with no monument in the sand.

Somewhere soon,
during a glad month,
there will be a rose in the desert,
a monument in the sand.
And the air will be filled
	with sweetness.
And all who see
will want to taste the dew
upon the rose.
© Bill Yates  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Soaked In Dew

When velvet night is soaked in dew
along  bright rims of starlit thread,
prayers chime a tune in revue
away from hours of black and dread.

Along bright rims of starlit thread,
the fragrant winds blow chamomile,
away from hours of black and dread
to greet dawn’s flute with lambent feel.

The fragrant winds blow chamomile,
leaves draping the knolls in full hum,
to greet morn’s  flute with lambent feel
as heart ripples while dusk succumbs.

Leaves draping the knolls in full hum
prayers chime a tune in revue,
as heart ripples while dusk succumbs
when velvet night is soaked in dew.



Gautami Phookan's Dabble in Poetry Forms
3/17/2014

Premium Member Dew Drops On the Caladiums

Tiny circles form
On the edge of leaves sit
On caladiums

Water directed 
By God to provide moisture
To small living things

Premium Member Morning Dew

When morning dew holds moonlight’s shine
    It’s glistened blush as night declines
    Unveiled by daybreaks grand display
  As breeze blows soft, a shimmered sway

   Clear lunar nights are brushed sublime
When morning dew holds moonlight’s shine
        All objects basking in its glow
   Gleam with a textured, raised plateau

  From deep within the moon’s soft beam
      A gentle kiss to daylight’s stream
When morning dew holds moonlight’s shine
    It sings like night and day combined

   That sparkled glint on morning’s brow
   A diamond’s hue the moon’s endowed
  Can reach your heart when eyes inclined 
When morning dew holds moonlight’s shine
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Dew Kisses of Summer

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                                                               Purple Aster morn
                                                  Dew kisses soft moves slowly on
                                                               Tomorrow another

Premium Member Morning Dew Ball

The Dew Ball

Early in the morning I rise and make a cup of tea,
The windows are covered with dew, nothing I can see.
I step onto my deck to let my dog have a run outside,
There’s a gallery of art exhibits awaiting for me to imbibe.

Spiderwebs painted with dew dressed in shimmering glass,
Droplets glisten on petals, at this moment beauty is on mass.
Water hangs tenuously from the tips of cacti standing tall,
Harmony of colour serenades my soul, it’s my morning dew ball,

Within a short time my ball starts to disappear from sight,
The sun rises higher and the yard slowly loses it’s delight.
Like Cinderella and her glass slipper, only a few traces remain,
I close my door, retreat inside, if lucky tomorrow I’ll see the same.



September 10, 2011
For Paula Swanson’s Contest
 “How Due You Dew”
Won 5th Place
© Lee Ramage  Create an image from this poem.

Hold My Gaze In a Drop of Dew

There is nothing left of life
 that death cannot resolve,
 times velocity spins on stolen lips
 and minute pieces of adamantine
 pierce the edge of soles
 worn with pain 

---- 

Right here,
 Where night and dawn merge
 the membrane strains
 cleaving, as shade blackens blue
 for mere milli seconds

Standing in the hollows of night
 still, watching forever shimmering
 in the shadowed corner of my eye,
 I, me, always a curious creature
 swallow bricks and mortar
 tasting truth 

In my head an orchestra plays
 the symphonies composed of my life
 strings wring my heart with melodies
 wrought in pain and self-loathing
 shame and eventual surrender
 to the beat 

But,
 in the beauty of renewal
 in the peace of your reflections
 I've wondered at the universe
 memorizing the mysteries unsolved
 ever tantalized neurons smashed
 awakening ever and over again 

Sleep has been a foreign land
 settled by the fortunate
 longed for by the tortured
 spirits of my mind 

Yet in these dark magnificent galaxies
 when snores softly sigh in peace
 or monsters haunt your dreams,
 I have watched millennia of mourning
 shatter the promise of darkness evermore,
 I wondered as sunshine held a drop of dew
 and as light of hope captured the ghosts of night
 banishing them forevermore, or until nights edge 

I am a watcher and a teller of tales
 Singer of forbidden songs and tragedy,
 downtrodden, I rose to fight again and again
 with a schizophrenic mind harnessed
 within the beauty of a single star
 and the promise of humanity
 in the kindness of a strangers touch 

Now at the end of all journeys
 my final battle lays in that
 which I know not, shackled
 that foreign land whisks me away
 again and again, dreams cease
 as moisture rolls from my brow 

---

Slowly, slowly, slowly
 winding down into nothingness
 Gently, gently, gently
 I will lay down your cries of grief 

My words aren’t never-ending
 my breath will someday cease
 Yet true beauty and wonder lies
 in the wondrous infinity of peace

just look into these eyes overflowing with pain
 know !! there will be an end, even that shall ease ...

Dew of Love

Silky shadow
Reminiscent of a rivers flow 
Delicious streams
Voyage into desire
Dulcet wind playing the dew of love

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