Best Dizain Poems
Crystal winged hourglass flows muted gold sand
as time turns red dawn to pink dusk once more;
life’s tapestry fades as years so expand
but love in the heart gives youth to restore
when embraced with so much left to explore.
Crystal winged hourglass portrays such fleeting
finite life as time slips by depleting;
with love reborn, awoken from sleeping
so shall heavenly days be accreting -
when sand flows no more - just joy, no weeping.
Among the classic poets of fine rhyme -
are balladeers who weave with lines a tale,
the satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a light rondel.
I close my eyes, imagining I'd dwell
among them all - a poetess in bliss.
Could heaven be as wonderful as this?
With modern poets too I would commune;
With friends I'd known on earth I'd reminisce . . .
and poetry would flow - celestial boon!
A Dizain with rhyme scheme: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d
Often I drift back to my days of youth
to where life did begin; a rural treat,
those sharp brisk mornings a moorland uncouth
a naïve nakedness a one-way street,
simple things like the sun rise snow and sleet.
No timetables no worries to go wrong
tuneful mum dusting the blues in a song,
where fences were constructed to lean on
over which chat neighbours when ties were strong,
A relief thinking of those days long gone.
2021
Entered Mark Toney's
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile contest 15
30/9/2022
The slow sun sets, the night ebony dark,
Silvery moon shines brightly, dreamy mood.
I stroll carefully, nimble like a lark.
In glad, dreamy, indulgent solitude,
Admiring the mood in tame attitude.
Brightness around the moon circles delight,
For a moment I try to clear my sight
Am I hearing a melodious tune?
I fight with my senses, all should be right.
I watch. It is the Lady of the Moon.
3 February 2022
D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
10 lines each with 10 syllables.
Rhymes checked with Rhyme Zone.
Your incandescence drew me to your flame
Moth-like, I gravitated to your light
Then feigning nonchalance, I asked your name
The music of your voice set me to flight
And added several inches to my height
When you inquired of my name I saw stars
Stellar arrays beyond Venus or Mars
Puncturing through the thick shroud of the mask
I use to hide my stories and memoirs
My lady! All you had to do was ask!
written 18 Aug 2020
His eyes, like cornflowers, are pretty blue.
From where I sit in back of class, I gaze
at his soft lips – two petals sweet with dew.
I think that I could stare at him for days,
imagining at least a hundred ways
to make him finally aware of me!
Oh, dreamy boy, please take the time to see
the girl whose heart begins to palpitate
when you look back at her – though randomly!
You’re keeping me too long in this dream state.
Feb. 8, 2022
Theme #3: Dreamy
For the D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest of Constance la France
My heart may break, wreathed in somber silence.
Yet I care, I search for valleys of peace,
where rare black orchids bloom through violence,
for fallen leaves too shall caramelize,
and kindness too will be what the wind sees.
Time is a traitor only truth can stain.
Are we lost, hiding behind masks of pain?
Is my rhythm of speech, now a song of shame?
Whilst I'm weaving hope amidst woes in vain,
deaf to your hate that burns strength of my name.
Sitting quietly beneath the old blue gum tree
Flowers surround me lined in neat rows on the lawn
White and blue, tall and short placed as if by gods’ decree
My eyes mist, oh god what she had undergone
Her face clouded in pain, body still as a frightened fawn
The room white, Spartan white sheets drape the bed
Her raven black hair no more, so much left unsaid
Eyes of fierce emerald green now dull and sedate
God let fall tears the day her mortal coil she did shed
Soon again in each others arms, standing at heaven’s gate
Written 30/01/2015
Heaven to me is purely this
After a long and stressful day
Deep bubble bath, oh such pure bliss
Just need to melt my cares away
In foaming oils I love to lay
Scent of lavender will arise
Ease my tension and tired sore eyes
Wrap in a warm fluffy towel
Simple pleasures will be my prize
Drift to sleep, not be a night owl
01~31~15
Contest Dizain Me – Dr Ram Mehta
How many syllables used - each line is 8 syllables
~awarded 3rd place~
Wearing clothes to bed simply makes no sense
I must float freely on my waterbed
But when I wake in the morning, I’m tense
Wrinkles from the sheets on my skin imbed
Rolling out of bed, I lower my head
All of my windows and blinds are open
Crawling, I fear neighbors might see butt skin
A snake, I slither in my birthday suit
Trying to avoid boob sighting again
And the tattoo that sits on my “patoot”
I made a mistake reaching for my robe
The rack fell down hard, landing on me
Here I lay thinking my world’s out of whack
I struggle but there’s no way to get free
My Life Alert bracelet rang out quickly
No success grabbing a sheet from the bed
The rescuers arrived in warp-speed time
To find a nude lady well past her prime
Face down, the tattoo was now in full view
Explaining what happened, I’d quite a time
*Entry for Cyndi’s “Birthday Suit” contest
April 24, 2012
Once upon a time so brightly
I had this compulsion to dance
Just holding you oh so tightly;
In thoughts of romantic perchance
Realistic dreams of nuance.
Your silver beam of love the lure
Bathed in splendour ever so pure
In breath upon the breeze clement;
Held here within your light the cure
I thank the lord for this moment.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Oh, she is quite frail now and very old,
When she walks you can tell she is in pain;
Loves a nap in the sun and hates the cold,
Beautiful, I whisper- my tears like rain.
Oh, please time stop clicking, I scream in vain,
All she gives is unconditional love,
Its hard to think of her dwelling above;
She is an old cat and is my best friend,
Oh, her death- sorrow hard to let go of.
I held her to my heart until the end . . . .
_________________________
May 15, 2016
Poetry/Dizain/"Sad Dizain"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-790-683-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Sad Poem-Dizain
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Brocade frame with silver etches
creating a past's mystery
slices of life it refreshes,
against chilled dusk's pure scenery.
Will wonder's eyes engage and see
the beauty of a fallen leaf
whose precious moment shines too swift?
Or, will it, fading, simply crush
this brittle lace from autumn’s gift
beneath the pile of burial rush.
Contest of Giorgio V: Impress Me ll
by nette onclaud
Into the woods, soft leaves fondle the nape
*
Along a walk bathed in frost of moon pail
I bare myself before night goddess’ cape
And lay upon the edge where grasses sail ~ ~
While sacred rite bestows a holy grail.
*
Now, free is my body, my life compass
Where stars connect with skin on raw canvas
Tracing birthmarks from navel ripe as womb
• ~
In pure silence, light meets joy unsurpassed
One with birth’s flesh, Soul washes covered plume
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Give not your heart to hasty pleas
Resist lips of slick, pretty lies
Who weave duplicity and tease
Value yourself; you are the prize
Who is not won by shallow tries
Sugary words are spun of air
The blood of effort is more rare
Take careful measure of what grows
For the soil, thin or rich, will bear
Which is the weed, and which, the rose.
5/15/20
For Dear Heart's 'Dizain' contest
Shared 1st Place