Best Diminished Hexaverse Poems
Magical moonbeams
Sparkling like silver
On an inky sea
I watch them dancing
Captivatingly
Bright mystic moon
Shining each night
Waxes and wanes
Controlling tides
Silver orb
Shines above
constantly
I love
A clear
Night
Contest diminished hexaverse
Sponsored by Charles Messina
1/21/19
Dream schemes play across the screen
And third eye examines them,
Ever so closely; tonight,
Another etheric flight;
Will show me new horizons
And the beings that dwell there;
The archetypes and images.
Scenes play out in colors,
Shadows weave their magic;
I am inundated.
Visiting spirits came,
Just to bid me adieu;
My guides know what I need.
Somewhere the light starts,
To glow; a pinpoint,
Growing as it moves
Toward each scene, shines;
Revealing wisdom.
A dream is an
Education;
Dream and wisdom
Will come to you.
Dreaming mind,
Subconscious,
Library.
Dream long
And deep;
Dream.
When dark clouds converge
As cold winter plots
To dampen the soul
In the face of fear
And adversity...
When crisis looms
And dejection
Flirts with despair
Not all is lost...
A swallow
Comes along
Heralding
The joys
Of spring
Hope!
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Contest: Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsor: Dr Ram Mehta
Placed: 7th
Chosen POTD ~ 15th Jan 2015
Splendiferous skies
Sunflower sunrise
haystacks of lilacs
pastel daisies play
with robins and jays
fragrant grass finds
bunny behinds
cotton lambs coo
earth's lush rebirth
a spring dream
until my
face hits a
clinging
bug filled
web
3/09/21
Poem of the Day
3/11/21
A black cloud dangles
Effortlessly forms
A haunting image
Showers travel east
Daisy hides her face.
A Robin sings
A melody
The sun appears
Once more she smiles.
Grass uncoils
Raindrops dry
Web retracts.
Sunset
Moon beam.
Stars.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
The intricate web
Of life has been spun;
It’s twists and turns hold,
Keys to our very
Existence on Earth.
How we are formed,
Born, survive and
Die and purpose,
In life’s grand scheme.
Together,
We create;
Colorscape.
Blending
Abstract
Art.
CONTEST NO 505,any form,any theme,upto a max of 20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
People buy pictures
They have a notion
That they are owners
But actually
The pictures own them.
They will outlive
Or outlast them
They are only
Custodians.
They purchase
Pyramid,
Art will live.
And they...
Pharaohs:
Dead.
+++++++++
Date 2-28-14
Motif : Epic
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: Impress Me with short poems II by Giorgio
Hope
Life has challenges…
Confront them each day
Some have good endings
Some can cause despair
They are always there
Our perception
Is the answer
Of how we feel
About outcomes
Do we see
Half-empty
Or half-full?
Our glass
Holds the
Hope
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~ Premiere Contest
Contest: Hope
Sponsor: Nayda Evette Negron
Judged: 04/30/2016
~3rd Place
Contest: Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Meta
Judged: 01/09/2015
Recollections waft
across my mind like
wisps of soft white spores -
the vague remnants of
my memory’s threads.
Spring’s sun-gold heads
I now can‘t hold!
But glimpsing them,
I can recall. . ..
a young girl
blowing fluff
and wishing
time would
quickly
pass.
For Brian Strand's
UP TO FIFTEEN any form/any theme max 15 lines Poetry Contest
for Cate Lindsey's What the Hex contest
I am a blank page,
I need some color,
On this dull paper,
To awaken me,
So folk can read me,
Use a bright red,
Use yellow too,
Use a dark blue,
A hint of green,
Look at me,
What am I?
Do you see,
My heart
And deep
Love?
1-17-19
Contest :Any Theme Diminished,
Hexaverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messenia
As the last sun sets
and life ebbs away,
ugly words and deeds
flash across his mind
and he feels ashamed.
Bitter tears flow
into the mire
of squandered time
he can't redeem.
His eyes dim
as he begs
forgiveness.
God hears -
At last
Peace.
21/01/19
Any Theme Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest : sponsored by Charles Messina
F F I series 25 dim hex blog : Brian Strand
Cunning seducer
Your presence beguiles
I taste your fever
My body complies
Good intentions die
Dare not touch me
For I shall fall
Where angels fly
And hell is nigh
Oh to taste
Faulted grace
Tempt me not
Too late
My fate
Flawed
As a spent sun sets,
ebony shadows
merge with silhouettes;
penciled in the rough
by a charcoal dusk.
A brazen breeze
makes me shudder;
I feel it's cool
breath on my face.
And as wolves
and fireflies,
welcome Night,
the moon
glints like
gold.
We gape at the sky
this Fourth of July,
as rockets ignite
to deal us delight,
while strangers unite.
I’m such a dope,
it gives me hope
that Nations torn
can be reborn.
Let God’s gifts
heal our rifts,
our esprit.
Let’s pray
we stay
free.
July 4, 2022
Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
A whiff of the most
extraordinary
elusive fragrance;
a titillating,
and yet, subtle smell.
Sol's caresses
linger longer;
His tactile touch,
tender and warm.
Songbirds sing,
snowmen slouch
and seeds sprout;
all signs,
point to
Spring.