Best Diadems Poems
Jack Frost, Jack Frost, how we feel your icy touch.
The earth lies under your freezing clutch.
You are a sneaking thief coming to steal the russet sun,
And mercilessly take away all our outdoor fun.
Fluffy snowflakes on feathery wings unfurled,
Fall gently and silently over the sleeping world.
First they come slow and then in torrential showers fast,
As if the snowing will never stop, but forever last.
Busy streets and pavements are now lying bare.
People stay indoors. To come out, they hardly dare.
Rodents have gone into hibernation in their ditch.
It seems life altogether has gone out of pitch.
Birds sit with drooping wings in their woody nests.
Within eyeshot, no trace of any roaming beasts.
From nowhere comes the song of a single bird.
On the slopes, one cannot sight the grazing herd.
Inch by inch, foot by foot, snowflakes fall,
Surrounding us on all sides like an oppressive wall.
Tawny roof tops are crusted with flakes of milky snow,
That the sun with golden beams alone can thaw.
From the cobalt sapphire sky’s misty veil,
Fall down the snowflakes like summer hail.
Unpigmented piles get heaped on the ground,
And the Earth lies inundated in a sea of milk churned.
From the seamless sea of ice, strewn with scattered gems,
Aureate, flaxen sunbeams make glittering diadems.
Thus Nature creates variegated scenes, delighting the heart,
Superseding every piece in a museum of man-made art!
Categories:
diadems, environment, seasons, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
Clouds seem but blemishes upon horizons
as weary as the soot smudged cheeks of urchins.
Bruised in hues at once fresh with pain and longing,
not yet healed by the riper rise of next day’s bloom.
O ever changing sky, the nascent forest’s buds.
Its lashes linger in the purple poignancy of dusk
and whip thy brow with thrashing maple limbs.
Eyeless vault of heaven cry for me, release my plight
erase with thy wonders this tattered visage so forlorn.
The sky of night holds many jewels of delight.
O ever changing sky, clear to crisper shades of sapphire,
ping with shooting stars and glowing diadems of light.
Let lavender blue soften my sorrows for I like Merope*
need Orion’s might to lift my heartache, to point the way.
May thy constant rebirth give hope which melds with mine
and brings a beauty brighter than your Venus** to the day.
*Merope was Orion’s star crossed lover.
**Venus is the Goddess of Love and the Morning Star
Categories:
diadems, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Pastoral
As my youth goes yonder her beauty says to me yet, bet, yea,
in my mouth the word beautiful becomes a flavor of valor,
she likes to whisper moments of sad love & tender tragedy
into the ears of quiet poets as they trace the perfection of the Present
with quills dipped in the tails of comets destin for drama,
as you walk wantonly along trails her melody invites
she'll scorn with a question of why are you here with her
then the nails she sharpens with teeth of nurture
will attach One to a cross of commitment, a relic of costly consumption,
because she must have you
as a shadow must have a soul to follow
within the humiliation of Light,
as an owl finds comfort in the concealment of night,
so subtle in admission of affection
although profuse in protection of the Ones she charms,
sensitivity she cannot escape, always hurting to be an angel,
born to be a Princess with feet in mud and eyes on the stars,
deserving dreams of diamonds cast on diadems
while living to endure harsh humanity
an adequate lover her timeframe will accept,
quotes from adolescence she repeats romanticaly,
'Love me in the heat, love me on the ice,
defend me from the cheat, define me despite the price',
alone in her desire I am the champion of her fire -
J.A.B.
Categories:
diadems, beautiful,
Form:
Romanticism
What pushes my pen in this whimsical notch of the world?
Something whispers to me like an elder dream....
and the trees hang arbored 'oer a little stream of sea,
the feathered folk flit and flute,
and sip the may-season rill;
Where sun has finally come dipping like a diamond.....
I am measured to this mighty moment found;
and there is holly even in the most forgotten shade,
though royal (even) ----- with garland diadems made
It would seem the angels have foretold this:
to not forget the most beauteous of days;
with proud hours honeyed,
the long-loving minute endures in thy heart,
and remembers the kiss of legends
despite realms of sadness and dark,
the withered wind which blows old upon the sad hills....
too ancient for wise men; for in youth how pink the heart
and varied, new struggles are many -----
yet plain with simple solutions
Mercy hath not a mind for memory....
swift its song, its house clean of enemies lurking,
no bogey-man skulking the midnite hour,
no roving-a-wraith scratching the old attic boards;
Forgiveness sleeps in the quiet wood,
and wakes with whispers of faith,
with the ease of nestled lambs and recollected days;
What poor tragedy to fret with dark remembrance,
to furl hades in the denizens of thy heart ----
black-tongued as the devil in his den!
What fool would prefer a scowl to a smile?
enemies come and go.....
friends come and remain,
when the house is quiet with memories....
of youth and adventure in the old daydream glass;
more precious the ancient hours
and parched the pages of first chapters,
first beginnings, first faces in the ripples of time's pond;
Categories:
diadems, beauty, god, metaphor, paradise,
Form:
Free verse
Zircon’s Fire
Flames of deep amber glint in zircon fire
Brilliant crystals smolder
In conflagration’s desire
Sparks flash in gold
Winter’s white fire sparkles in deepest blues
Frost crystal diadems
Azure jewel’s celestial hues -
December gem
A rainbow ignited, yellow and green,
Joyful flashes exclaim
Fiery festival in sparks sheen
Gemstone aflame
Hypnotic fires of purest energy
Zircon’s fire burns breathless
Impassioned spirit light sets free
Whimsy endless
12-28-22
Contest: Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
Sponsor: Constance La France
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
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Categories:
diadems, december, fire, light,
Form:
Rhyme
The moon invites romantic hearts
To ride moonbeams as kissing starts
The heavens sewn in gleaming hems
The stars they shine like precious gems
From galaxies light years away
The stars are there, and there to stay
Adorned like queens in diadems
The stars they shine like precious gems
A star was seen, it brightly shone
A king was born, divine his throne
From there came many faithful stems
The stars they shine like precious gems
Throughout the heavens stars disperse
The muse of poets find a verse
Gleaming words in many poems
The stars they shine like precious gems
Categories:
diadems, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
upon the crust of frozen snow diadems arise.
Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
they bring a beauty and a peace no soul can disavow.
The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
twinkling like diamond remnants, snow lends the day surprise.
Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
oh how I hate to hear the roar of the coming plough.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
diadems, nature,
Form:
Couplet
It is night yet in the West
and the planes land between listlessly burning tarmac lamps
stealthy fingers scurrying through diadems of neons halogens and amber
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
The cowherds’ bare blistered feet already trample yesterday’s dust into mud
and cartwheels strain in crusted fissures where rains fell only once or twice
while dreams fester in cosy centrally-heated silken beds in luxury flats
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
Tomorrow is yesteryear’s planned strikes
buses trains taxis office machines lie soundlessly asleep
and will not wake until the battle over psychic comfort comes to an end
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
For You there is no respite no pause
no tea-breaks with cheese biscuits or croissants
there’s only the last container to crane over the dock in unpaid overtime
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
Your eyes will hurt in the twilight’s hazy glimmer
no time to brush your teeth nor shave in hot and cold running water
nor the right to flush a toilet nor heedlessly course through in cosy tubes to work
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
The sirens rave through boulevards in broad night-light
rushing hypertensic cardiac cases from their delight-full beds
cholestrol and diabetic cane sugar within reach of every child in supermarkets
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
Let those who succeeded their former masters
sip their sweet sweatless porto before the hors-d’oeuvres
and flap their tabliers hiding their secret shame under cabalistic arms
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
Wake! there’s little time left for your own bickering differences to fester
the dawn signals the tasks that lie ahead unfinished
and the carrion hunters trained in their old master’s image club together
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
(Continued in Part One - 2)
Categories:
diadems, inspirational, time,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A little quiet hill
Sitting very still
With a modest pride
Slanted curve aside.
Every tree's tappered stems
Adorned starry diadems
Glistening dew of morn
The dawn of a day born.
Sweetly they slept
While then there wept
The fallen leaves
To which silence heaves.
The crystal air to skim
The rough edges within
And the leafy shelves
Refresh themselves.
Round the rocky bends
The soft morning winds
Through blades of grass
And time's shadow to pass
Against endless streams
Of sunny beams.
How they wrestle
And ever nestled
O're the pebbly sand
Across the majestic land
Categories:
diadems, beauty, day, good morning,
Form:
Rhyme
Too long, my soul,
Uninvited city noise
And fleeting seconds
Separates us
Then robs us of moments
To meet through blended rhapsodies
In pure hues of solitude
And soft shades of serenity
Yet, reassuring arms gather us into
A bright hallowed heaven sent sanctum,
Bidding rest with folded hands in sacred stillness
When I forget how dearly
You need holy calm in sacred space
On mountainsides of fluttering aspens
Wearing diadems of radiant gold -
Taking in infinite tranquility
From iridescent neon sunsets;
Turning from sizzling heat in summer’s breathing -
Searing innocence with masked skepticism –
From chaos to grace
By murmuring lakeshores
Resting – rippling – undulating –
Awaiting soft sung cradlesongs of consecrated renewal;
You turn your eyes
From the hallucinations dancing in the life of city lights
More enchanted by hypnotic snowstorms
Of falling leaves gathered at your feet
Sipping evening spice
As velvet twilight extends - swaddled into approaching darkness
A spreading smile of prayerful peacefulness –
Angelic invitation to become one again –
To hint of amber tinted moons
When zephyrs change their cloaks to cloudy vesper veils,
When mists ride on their whispers to leave a glittering sheen
On the abundance of the blameless open hand;
My soul let us renew our vows - venerated unity in solitude –
Let us cling! Let us toast!
Let us celebrate with the venerable wine
Of ripened, humble everlasting fermentation
Our long desired prophetic reunion
Innocent as the lotus in moonlight.
Categories:
diadems, life, peace, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
They are nothing
if not taciturn--these sprit travelers.
They do not shock, or ridicule,
for they are single-minded in their quest
for timeless realms where magic dragons play
and roar for joy that cannot be contained--
unless they are ignored for brighter flames
that drown the seas around their mystic shore.
They are not much
for words or diadems of thought to sway
the psyche, win the day, or call to arms
a soldier, surfeited with war or from
a restive peace, Theirs is the steady breath
to leave one breathless, voiceless, more removed
from what a dawning day reveals than they
had ever been before, and more in tune
with universal song,
although they do not sing,
for their metier is listening. and that
is quite unspeakable--they do invite
us yet, to take their hand and come along.
The journey is not wearying , and rest
awaits the patient ones. Vacation at
the cosmic level is the prize received
unending and forever new,
~
Categories:
diadems, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
The cliffs were very high in Euthyphro's dream ----
so aloft they seemed many a mile of mystery upon mystery.....
and cities of pillars and mighty pallisades, and ghost-mists
walking with history in their hands;
With diadems of their many deaths,
and lives of love cut short from wicked men;
..... whom they would not practice as they with violence
rolling from their tongues, and things most drear devoid
of love, to slay without cause ----
Always weary with profit,
and laden with lies;
never the innocent child in mind,
or the lovelies of women,
Where there is no love there is no life.....
but deceit unto deceit,
always seeking the throne,
always alone in some desolate wasteland;
But they whose hearts flow as beauteous waterfalls
and beat bright in cerulean halls,
with the gold of gratitude soft for all life;
There is good cheer in the hills,
and kind assurance that we shall bellow once more,
and may it be that our holly is in good company,
For a world of worry cannot prevail in a moment of laughter ----
no joy for the sadist! and his darkling bride,
with machinations wild with war, nay ----
But the madness of Commodus
and his giggling gods!
or the heathen who tends death's tombstones unfailing ----
who sharpens his scythe with great vigor!
no god shall call him fool!
But to laugh alone.....
without afterthought, afterlife ----
none shall recall the greatest of days,
hear the last sigh of the world.....
in death; a construct less known
than the eternal mysteries of God Himself.....
a device to 'Temporal Infinity'
" What say yea, young Euthyphro?
a contradictory term? ----
How can the universe be infinite, once begun,
shall it not end? For do not the stars twinkle out
and all which makes its wardrobe ---- pass away?
Did not the angels say that in the end,
that even death shall be dead? "
(And Euthyphro awoke)
Categories:
diadems, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Les Bijoux (The Jewels)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
My lover nude and knowing my heart's whims
Wore nothing more than a few bright-flashing gems;
Her art was saving men despite their sins;
She ruled like harem girls crowned with diadems!
She danced for me with a gay but mocking air,
My world of stone and metal sparking bright;
I discovered in her the rapture of everything fair;
Nay, an excess of joy where the spirit and flesh unite!
Naked she lay and offered herself to me,
Parting her legs and smiling receptively,
As gentle and yet profound as the rising sea,
Till her surging tide encountered my cliff, abruptly.
A tigress tamed, her eyes met mine, intent ...
Intent on lust, content to purr and please!
Her breath, both languid and lascivious, lent
An odd charm to her metamorphoses.
Her limbs, her loins, her abdomen, her thighs,
Oiled alabaster, sinuous as a swan,
Writhed pale before my calm clairvoyant eyes;
Like clustered grapes her breasts and belly shone.
Skilled in more spells than evil imps can muster,
To break the peace which had possessed my heart,
She flashed her crystal rocks’ hypnotic luster
Till my quietude was shattered, blown apart.
Her waist awrithe, her breasts enormously
Out-thrust, and yet ... and yet, somehow, still coy ...
As if stout haunches of Antiope
Had been grafted to a boy ...
The room grew dark, the lamp had flickered out.
Mute firelight, alone, lit each glowing stud;
Each time the fire sighed, as if in doubt,
It steeped her pale, rouged flesh in pools of blood.
This translation has been adopted by **** and escort websites!
The Perfect Courtesan
by Michael R. Burch
after Baudelaire, for the courtesans
She received me into her cavities,
indulging my darkest depravities
with such trembling longing, I felt her need ...
Such was the dalliance to which we agreed—
she, my high rider;
I, her wild steed.
She surrendered her all and revealed to me—
the willing handmaiden, delighted to please,
the Perfect Courtesan of Ecstasy.
Categories:
diadems, body, desire, french, joy,
Form:
Verse
I only tell of sunny hours...
That grace my countenance supine.
For dark clouds mask my daily task,
Until i welcome back sunshine.
While passages of time elapse,
As seasons etched upon my face,
From springs first kiss, to winters snow
My gnomons shadow marks their place.
Each night i gaze so heavenly,
Towards the starlights grand parade.
Where jewelled diadems appear,
As diamonds set in jet arrayed.
When sunrise casts it's warm embrace
Upon my face, i will display
The time and seasons of the year,
For people passing by my way.
2 / 7 / 2019.
Categories:
diadems, dark, light, sun, time,
Form:
Personification
i used to break crayan's,
when lines would blur and
scribbles would shift.
now i break pencils
my flint faced ezekiel blackened
toungued tip prophet speaks
in charcoal whispers.
the hapless refining of coal and
fingertips creats the breaking point.
dialect of the curved spine child...
now diadems of scoliosis
form my alphebetical vertebrae.
bent with the beauty of
a slant wrist.
the quick snap of a skillcraft pencil,
causes vowel harmonies to break
against phonetic boundries.
breaking pencils like breaking
bread is for the holy and misgiven.
Categories:
diadems, august,
Form: