Best Dome Poems
Written: September 24, 2023
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Beneath the dome of radiant skies,
A realm of dreams before my eyes,
Where rainbows dance and colors blend,
A mystic charm that will transcend.
A rose blooms in the heart of this realm.
Its buds are brittle, with an innate whelm.
Each petal holds a secret prayer,
Whispered softly in the fragrant air.
Pray, oh divine, grant me the sight,
To foresee beyond the veil of night.
In this realm, where dreams bear flight,
Where love and hope ignite,
I yearn to glimpse the hidden truth,
To unravel the mysteries of my youth.
Beneath the dome of radiant skies,
Where magic and wonder never dies,
I search for the answers that lie within,
The wisdom that will cleanse my sin.
I wander through this enchanted land,
Guided by the touch of a loving hand.
In this realm of beauty and grace,
I find serenity in every embrace.
Colors of the rainbow shine so bright,
A tapestry of love and pure delight.
The vibrant hues of nature's art,
Entrancing melodies that touch the heart.
Beneath the dome of radiant skies,
A realm where my soul forever lies.
Categories:
dome, analogy, appreciation, rainbow, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
Vatican City,
Protruding Roman skylines;
The jewel in the sky.
Categories:
dome, art, places
Form:
Senryu
Gender.
'' People do change. their never the same person again''.
Finance.
''who ever said you only get what you put in.
must have been talking about their bank account''.
Religion.
''The further away from God, the closer to the Devil''.
Looks.
''I look pretty in pink. until I put my clothes on''.
Luck.
'' I'm the most unlucky person in the world, but does that make me a
success?''.
Girlfriends.
'' All my girlfriends were insane ,do you think it's catching? ''..
All written by Peter Dome. Peter Dome copyright.2014. Aug.
Categories:
dome, fun, funny, gender,
Form:
Free verse
"Looking back at Earth, I can't really describe how beautiful it is from
300 miles up. Looking down you can tell it's a planet. The sky is black. There's just a thin blue ribbon, what we see as blue sky on Earth.
You realize how small it is and how fragile the planet is. "
Quote by _ Astronaut, Mike Good . . .
me, a tiny speck
on Earth, beneath the blue dome
a celestial sphere of sky
ever changing hues
oh, just a thin blue ribbon
when viewed from deep outer space
beyond the blue sky
the sun, planets, stars and moon
and from my view bright rainbows
and white drifting clouds
but, although so beautiful
my Earth, is being destroyed
Categories:
dome, earth, sky, space,
Form:
Choka
Different masks I faced upon each day of trying.
Within this shell, I've built with paper-paste
a wall between the fragile form indemnifying,
my soul from all the judgments, I've made in haste.
Over a wrack of bones and weighty flesh thrown
are fabrics light or coarse, shapes and colors too
I use to separate myself from you, unknowns
in the millions ever rising, life too rich to subdue.
If we'd but admit from our birth we're dying;
perhaps, we'd live each day outside our single shells
for the world is full of cacoon's speechless tryings
to create an earthly garden from a dreamt of hell.
What is real and right, what is born, or borne; you see
is all within a skull of bone, what will be will be.
Categories:
dome, life,
Form:
Sonnet
His appearance seemed just so tough
Yet he was just all cool not rough
The great man was well in good mood
Parading that his life was good
From him everyone received enough
Like Santa Claus pleasing the hood
Then some whores saw him as a mug
Because to all he gave a hug
Started they to inflict him pain
Their love he was not going to gain
They consoled him with just a rug
As the evening started the rain
Then he became just reticent
Like he was all that innocent
He started to think about Rome
Thinking, there he would feel at home
He knew the old city is decent
To hide for a time in any dome
Categories:
dome, fantasy, funny, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form:
Couplet
The change is slowly coming
like murder in the back alley.
It won't be neat or sweet, but
messy, and the moon will reflect in the cardinal pools.
The hand of a stranger wrenching the deepest secrets
from any subdural cavity, flinging the remnants about.
Akin to a drunken neurosurgeon who has a penchant
for psychotic episodes.
The effluvium of dormant limbic activity
reaches the nostrils by way of a ghost's lingering, indecipherable
love melody.
A soulless beggar or a stray dog on my porch
gives reinforcement to the crumbling foundation
that rests before the golden cross.
Cherubs need more grease for the gears that
the bedraggled nobleman has primed for the faustian machine.
Shall the slaughterhouses reopen?
Maybe the banquet should be served on the convex table
complete with
sandwiches made of dust and weeds.
The change brings dirt devils and the clanging
of wind chimes that belt out Beethoven's 9th
with all the glory of any bacchanalia
ever dreamed up by the whims
of peripheral thoughts.
Categories:
dome, allegorychange,
Form:
Free verse
Clouds of dust rise to the peak of the mountain spire as it busts the protective view that
sometimes inspires.
Acid has put blight to this placid scene
of power and might, formerly a vista of uninterrupted might.
What might become of this destructive scene, can it be undone, will it again invoke the
clean, serene scene that it once gave before the smoke of acid rain created an above
ground grave?
Choke, smoke, like poking a fire the majestic Frasier’s melt away from the scene like
glaciers that perspire.
Bear over there, does it dare take a drink from the fountain of acid or does it drink from
the lake deceptively placid?
Birds tweet and flutter, do they build a nest in this dead tree like a mouse in a hollowed
out gutter?
Will the rhythm and time of natural cycles heal these wounds inflicted by the obsessed
progress of us who are partners in crime?
Richard J. Long
November, 2009
Categories:
dome, nature, places, saddrink,
Form:
Rhyme
Here are four survivors of a rocket that had crashed.
For a great distance, they had walked through rain that had splashed
so long, and so hard, that everything was turning white.
The downpour continued steadily through day and night.
“Does it ever stop raining on Venus?” one could ask.
A journey through the planet’s ceaseless rain is a task.
It requires the strongest earthmen to endure the rain;
a challenging test to withstand frustration and pain.
Venusian jungles are thick with vegetation.
Survival is usually of short duration.
The torrential downpour cuts through the trees and the land.
It is steady and so strong. A man can hardly stand.
It’s continual pelting of raindrops on his head.
It does not take long before most men wish they were dead.
On this planet, there is one thing that they would call home.
It is a round, yellow building known as a “sun dome”.
Inside, there’s a man-made plasma giving light and heat;
where it is dry and comfortable, with food to eat.
Thirty days and nights had passed since their space ship was downed.
They blindly tread through the rain until a dome was found.
However, inside, it was dark and cold with no sound.
Gashed holes in the ceiling proved there was no one around
Venusians attacked here and killed everybody.
These creatures were infamous for their savagery.
On the map, another dome was shown to be nearby.
Only a few kilometers away, it would lie.
They would leave in search of the next dome they hoped was near.
Their compass readings were off; their position not clear.
Suddenly, their ship with two dead crewmen would appear.
They had traveled in a circle, causing them great fear.
A dark, ominous, electrical cloud they would see,
spewing thousands of lightning bolts, a monstrosity.
This caused their compasses to show inaccuracy.
The group’s leader yelled “Everybody get down right now”,
but one man stayed up and tried to run away somehow.
He was struck by the lightning, and was burned quite badly.
Remains of this man were charred beyond identity.
The raging storm cost the crew another casualty.
The three remaining men continued on their journey,
blindly hoping a sun dome was in propinquity.
Based on the short story "The Long Rain" by Ray Bradbury
Categories:
dome, adventure, science fictionrain, men,
Form:
Rhyme
hellish heat dome mercilessly crushes
the listless lunatics like exhausted bugs
Categories:
dome, summer, weather, word play,
Form:
Couplet
A glass dome, smudged
smudged from past fingerprints
from prodding, trying, sometimes
just too hard
to get in,
The dome glass was not too thick,
but impenetrable, a dream too
far away,
Inside the dome was confusion,
an impossibility of extremes
a life too perfect
and with sighs of; “if only”
Each day
more fingerprints would appear
upon the glass
of the dome of disatifaction.
Categories:
dome, life,
Form:
Free verse
The King's Dome
Hallowed be Love, the power, and truth, is king’s dome,
Provisions are invisible to worldly pace,
Returned to the precept of multi grace, sons shan’t roam.
Love’s body of sons through world’s wilderness they comb.
First light, the body emits by moral, God’s face,
Hallowed be Love, the power, and truth, is king’s dome.
Hollowed be the sons that return to their love’s home,
To Son’s light from shadows of death, into love’s grace.
Returned to the precept of multi grace, sons shan’t roam.
The body delivered from void of concept foams,
To stillness simplicity, paranormal’s pace,
Hallowed be Love, the power, and truth, is king’s dome.
Skies have no limit, the world is not one’s new home,
The high-tech craze demonic in moral erase.
Returned to the precept of multi grace, sons shan’t roam.
Prior tower, love’s power, is the kingship’s home.
Love is the power, truth it’s kingdom, Precept’s face.
Hallowed be Love, the power, and truth, is king’s dome.
Returned to the precept of multi grace, sons shan’t roam!
For Contest: Villanelle Me
Categories:
dome, introspectionbody,
Form:
Villanelle
UNDER THE DOME
Last night, what a beautiful walk home!
Under the half-lit Moon and the starry dome
I searched for Leo and Comet Ison
But my eyes (and my heart) returned
To Cassiopeia and the star Caph
Only to think of you and one magic night
When the stars skipped by like
Match-heads being struck against
The sandpaper strip and set alight;
A blazing glory much too short.
But memory is everything
And all that I have to hold tonight.
Categories:
dome, lonely, missing you, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
All the celebreties left,
Only to appear on screen.
Sonya Henje favorite skater and ice princess,
Model for future skaters.
Politicians of the past,
Fading with excellence.
The age they said,
Retirement alluring and final.
The iron curtain, a dangerous passage,
Gone, no memory and a flight to freeedom.
Miracles from the papal realm,
A church of God guiding.
The perfect man elusive and evading
At a senior age, daring to be young again.
Futures like the past,
Pioneering reality and simplicity.
Stop and listen to wisdom,
A retreat to the cottage country.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Categories:
dome, caregiving, faith, friendship, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
WHAT KEEPS US WITHIN THE DOME,
WITHIN OUR KNOWN PERIMETERS AND PERSPECTIVES?
WE ARE FIGHTING FOR A CHANCE
TO SEE BEYOND THE GREAT BARRIER WALL.
WHAT IS OUR TRUE POTENTIAL?
SURELY NOT WORKING IN A TYPICAL JOB,
BARELY SURVIVING,
AND LIVING PAYCHECK TO PAYCHECK.
IF THE TRUTH IS ELUSIVE,
WHY ARE WE SO EASILY DECEIVED?
LET'S LOOK WITHIN OURSELVES,
FOR THE ANSWERS.
LET'S PEER BEYOND THE GREAT BARRIER WALL.
LET'S GO TO THE WORLD BEYOND THE POLES.
LET'S TRANSCEND THIS WORLD,
AND ITS CONTROLS.
LET'S TRAVEL, BEYOND THE DOME!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
JULY 2018.
Categories:
dome, earth, freedom, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue