Best Domed Poems
Shining brightly flashes of white light
into spectral colours sparkle inwardly
Atoms arranged within a crystal structure domed
a gemstone takes shape measured from the clarity of beauty
Within diamond ultraviolet wavelengths transmit visible
jewel jubilantly crowned regally royal gift
Categories:
domed, angel, beautiful, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Couplet
I live amazed in an amphitheatre,
A huge red and white domed tent.
Working with actors and jesters,
Enduring a perpetual torment.
The crazies I know are the clowns,
Red nose and a big head of hair.
And the gym junkies, they’re the strongmen,
Wrestling each day with a junked up brown bear.
And the farmers are the animal acts,
Talking with elephants, lions and a monkey.
While the women down town, they’re the hula hoop spinners,
Forever looking so spunky.
Then there’s the boss in charge, she runs the sideshow,
With magic acts, rubber man and the pony.
She makes up the rules as she goes every day,
Turning up as the bearded lady.
My life is in the flying fruit fly circus,
Others, are they oblivious to sights I view.
Every day brings a new surprise, I see it, I wonder,
I’m curious, do you see it too?
Long live James Tate. :)
Categories:
domed, humorous, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Through eldritch streets I walked alone
With shadows on my track,
Full jellied was my every bone,
I thought my mind would crack.
Through mist and morbid mire I went
To revel where gargoyles dwell,
A guest whose soul was spent,
To meet the host - the King of Hell!
Through caverns dark I made my way,
The squelch of shoe, the crack of bone,
Chittering squeaks from shadowy grays,
Would never leave me alone.
At last I reached the caverned maw,
Ceiling glint with stalactites,
And of course its bretheren I saw,
The saber-toothed stalagmites.
And on the high-domed hellish lair
Hung a grinning crystal skull,
It threw a ghoulish, greening glare
Which made my senses dull.
All around there was a damp,
A noxious putrid smell,
And slightly a-centre on a ramp,
Stood grinning the Lord of Hell.
His feet were hooved, his head was horned,
He flashed his fang-like teeth.
His eyes were huge and darkly burned;
Heart stopped, I could hardly breathe!
"Welcome", boomed my infernal host,
And flashed a rotting smile,
"A welcome drink, a one-time toast,
Before you join my rank and file!"
Something clammy seized my mind,
My clothes turned very wet,
I screamed and woke myself to find
I wasn't dead as yet.
But close to it I surely was,
My narco-ed mind amid I had lain,
At hell's door without a fuss,
When with maddened mind I'd cut my vein!
Categories:
domed, dark, death, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Such beauty and so full of life,
she's flitting to and fro,
from plant to plant to find best perch
and put herself on show.
Sprawling in the midday sun
she is a splendid sight.
Her slender abdomen dressed in
metallic blue so bright.
Her wings are thin fragile fabric,
fine lace she must protect.
Her huge domed eyes focussed and keen
search around to locate
the fittest males upon the scene.
There's one with flying skill.
He plays the game of hide and seek.
Now, she joins in the thrill.
They fly off to the undergrowth.
In heartwheel there they play.
Now all her eggs become fertile.
A batch of them she lay
and after some minutes of rest
she starts another game,
but this time with different male.
This lady has no shame.
Categories:
domed, animal, life, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
spires stretch heavenward in a twilight sky
crimson hues and nighttime blues do battle
as people lope lazily over a dusky bridge
like cattle with cameras;
snapping the domed limestone giant
below, boatmen skim across a shimmering mirror
reflecting fragmented moments
cast down from the world above
floating like flotsam; lifeblood
coursing through the city’s stone heart
amid those masses, we watched
the shadows grow steadily longer
and balls of soft lamplight glow gently brighter
until, suspended in the darkening air
they floated like no post was there
then, just like that -
the city shrugged off day’s last light
wrapping herself in the mysteries of night
where amorous wishes and twisting seine scenes
led to candlelit kisses and solitaire dreams
Categories:
domed, anniversary, devotion, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
TWINFLAMES
Obsidian oscillated into lava
slid across syntactic streams
tumbled thick greenwood thickets
impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked
shattering splintered sassy sinkers
Lord Ashtar himself lifted gnarled garbage
two big broken black bags to Source
split seconds of screaming searing sores
then baby posture soaked singular satin
Prophet Daniel’s prison-free prediction
Coloured lava languid loosened
yin-yang of yesteryear’s yarrows
as Watchfulness wedded yearnings
no black bumblebees boomeranged bombs
rainbow hands belled belly beckoning
Solar flares ignited twin hearts atoning
corona emissions spilling splashing space
sodalite sprinkled sundrenched shores
kaleidoscope pupils pleasing pulsing fate
Hearts purely placed on golden plate
Four eyes fathomed Guy Fawkes fickle
feuding onto a fervid foolproof floor
Stonehenge now sturdily steadily stood
sedating simple silent sleep suavely
Axis acceded alchemical ascensions
Missions matched mottoed moulded mountains
timelines merged in mossy musical movement
Justice jumping jibbing Jungian jurisdiction
Presence posied a present perfection
Dreams delivered dictums to Duet
Delicious domed desserts diffusing !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2024
Categories:
domed, allusion, blessing, character, deep,
Form:
Alliteration
Time and tides flowing through my tan, bare toes.
Twas a time of sweet peace, flowering boughs.
Spices of love, filled scarlet sunset nights.
Limitless dreams waltzed in our heads with might.
Sundays, love for God, from our fingers glowed.
Snow or heat, we were in Church, faith flowed.
Soft, Latin words, songs in Gregorian.
Time travel, in utter peace, to live in.
Under domed ceilings of bright white and gold.
The incense, the songs, which never grow old!
4/11/2021
~1~
Categories:
domed, childhood, imagery, memory, peace,
Form:
Blank verse
They sit inside a thin glass dome below the face of time.
Four orbs upon a pedestal; all move in perfect rhyme.
Some years ago their movement stopped, no longer to and fro.
The pendulum ceased its swinging and refused to do the show.
The clock continued ticking, keeping up with each new hour.
The pendulum sat there sullen, still, encased within its tower.
As time went on, I came to think that nothing much was wrong.
I dismissed the lazy pendulum, while the clock ticked out its song.
Then on a day some time ago, death came and stole a friend.
Late winter thaw and she was gone - her stay here at its end.
She left in haste with little time to ponder life or death;
A weary, fluttering heartbeat and she drew her final breath.
While sitting there inside this loss one early spring-like day;
I pondered where my friend had gone and was she far away?
Could she still share a smile with me, or worry for my cares:
Then pause and sit a time with me, our days now free to share?
And while I sat there musing, quite absorbed and lost in time;
From out the corner of my eye, reflections on the blind.
Back and forth, back and forth the movement seemed to go.
Sunbeams through a window pane slid brightly to and fro.
My eyes began to search the room for where the answer be.
Reflections off the glass domed clock, its pendulum swinging free.
The first time in a dozen years the orbs now did their rhyme,
As back and forth they turned and twirled; I knew my friend was fine.
And now the pendulum does its dance according to its will.
Sometimes I find it swinging and sometimes I find it still.
But when the movement catches me; I pause for just awhile.
A word or two in greeting; then I move on with a smile.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Categories:
domed, bereavement, best friend, cheer
Form:
Narrative
Await the zenith of the sun,
cross clay courtyard a beckoning
barefoot walked, heartstring undone,
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
Soundless clarion of tears fall
toward absolution’s bright blessing,
within the domed sabil I call...
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
The fountain's dry, but not my eyes
sounds of grace rebound, amazing,
Amazing Grace, sang such as I
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
We are but one beneath the sun
for all our fears and wandering
all creation our companion...
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
Let spirit rise on minaret
and phantom penitents come hieing
all is well, we are God’s get
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
Peace is not a relationship of nations. It is a condition of mind brought about by a serenity of soul. Peace is not merely the absence of war. It is also a state of mind. Lasting peace can come only to peaceful people.
Jawaharlal Nehru (1889 - 1964)
Categories:
domed, adventure, allegory, angst, devotion,
Form:
Kyrielle
I search for happiness
But never found it again
Though it will be pursued
It will never be attain
I got lost a long time ago
And I give my heart away
It’s been broken to badly
It didn't mend up till today
She left me alone in the dark
Didn't wait to see if I was alive
alone i suffered everyday waiting
For peace of mind to arrive
And it never did came
I would lookout the window
Asking god to please help me
And just make my misery go
But the goodness in life
Has turns his back on me
And left me stuck in a time
To suffer for eternity
Why she walk out the hospital
Why couldn't she see my pain?
Didn't she care that she might?
Never see me alive again
Now I’m scared for forever
Domed to face the world alone
Never will find a resting heart
And for ever my soul will roam
My heart is empty
But fill with love to give
But who is going to love me
A man who’s badly defective
So the long road of life
I must travel without love
I know my mother loves me
That the only love, I’m sure off
I wish to find love again
But afraid to get rejected
Then my heart will be broken
And die when it gets infected
Right now I love some one
And keep it secret
And talk to her everyday
But will never reveal it
Will always keep her in my heart
But can never have her in my life
And I know one day I will die
If she becomes another one’s wife
And through this lonely journey
Will have lots of obstacles
Some times when I get tired
I have an ice cream Popsicle
Categories:
domed, dedication, depression, devotion, forgiveness,
Form:
Limerick
SOME PASSING TUNE
Listen, my love, rise from the bed with me . . .
How can you sleep through night's eternity?
You sleep too long, anon our life will break -
now is the time to live, eyes be awake!
Gaze by the window at crystal clear waning moon,
beloved remember nights like this will pass too soon.
Count and watch for winking stars in the hoary-domed sky;
evening is born of shadows and upon dawn must die.
We are aged yes, but still none too wise,
for we have moonlight, starlight in our eyes!
Caress me dear, be mindless that our time is going
to a secret land that is not beyond our knowing. . .
Come lean your drowsy head against my shoulder.
Hurry, before we are older and the wind grows colder.
Cuddle me, our autumn soon will cease to be --
with each passing moment left, ah! be all you are to me!
Awake, my long darling -- to be with you - -
to stay the lengthiest of lifetime through
is much too short, a time to feel, to see
your grave, sweet face held close... held close to me!
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Written:
1st stanza and last: iambic pentameter
2nd, 3rd, 4th: variations from 10, 11, 13, 14 syllables
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest Name: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep--Rhythm Poems
Placed 4th
©O. E. Guillermo
03:37 pm, December 23, 2014
Categories:
domed, for her, for him,
Form:
Rhyme
My dream, my undying yearning,
Is to dwell in a dream-world of my own,
In a misty city amid teal lakes and white peaks,
Filled with clear waters, lush groves and majestic pines,
With marvelous minimalist halls of mid-century design.
I seek to read in lofty libraries and muse in art galleries,
To be adrift in abstract beauty and a Baroque adagio,
To lounge in cafes filled with creative reverie, and
Elegant silent patrons lost in their daydreams.
I yearn to spend each sublime evening admiring starry skies
From under a domed skylight, to enjoy creamy coffee upon a
Lakeside veranda, amid dew drops and cool blissful breezes,
Gazing at the sun as it slowly rises beyond the skyline.
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Categories:
domed, appreciation, art, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Masters of Architecture
The air heavy with scent of August blossom
A warm and still day indeed!
Sitting by the lakeside
Watching fishes dance in the water
A twittering in the trees
Then captivated my attention
Above was a party of beautiful birds
Singing in the orange tree
I remember a cool day in January
When I stumbled in the realm of birdlife
About their intricate domed nest
It was in a gorse bush about half a mile down the lake
Both the male and the female
Brought building materials into the nest
This was about four feet from the ground
They are amazing architects!
Imagine the busy birds
Piecing in lichen,
Animal hair and cobwebs
Leaves tightly clutched with beaks
The oval-shaped domed nest is ready
With door at the top
Their elaborate building,
The best thing your eyes could behold
Categories:
domed, beauty, bird, creation,
Form:
Romanticism
A solitary wren perches on a perfect arch
And warbles a pitiful tune
A domed silhouette is cast against the moon
The faded cerulean crown
Pillar upon pillar, arch upon arch
Magnolia marbled magnificence resides amongst concrete
But where history and metropolis meet
St Paul's stands tall
The Whispering Gallery conspires your name
In such a harmonious chorus
Oil upon canvas and Renaissance clay
St Paul's stands another day
Great Tom shines in solitude
Concealed in your embrace
Melancholic chimes reign proudly over London
Admiration and pride etched onto your face.
Categories:
domed, endurance, england, extended metaphor,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Have you ever tried balancing sideways on a silver spoon holding nine goldfish? Thought not. I suppose it could be considered quite a dangerous act. Largely overlooked are the ants in a ceiling beam. But waving can be felt. The pitter patter parties often jeopardize even the smallest dinners and certainly divide puddings. Oblong objectives of large octagonal cats. Foetuses' in many lines. Domes don't dance so never form a bridge made from tails, ears, or claws. Erotically erupted whilst a storm whipped past. Oooh wow custard jam. How lovely. How divine. How Qureshi queued. Whilst delivering the daily read in the wild the rhino pauses for a slight rest. It os always very wise to take a small nap. A smile from a passing leaf is a thumbs up sign. But stems can hold fortresses of the underworld so take care when treading in a five centimetre field. Many dots. Ring ring ring. Undulating flight of a dodo. And just how many blessings does it take to form a yacht. So tactical. Hmm. Well time to sit with the bees. Lovely. See how the stripes change the iron tainted air. Hahahaha. And now the goblin army is rising. Good. Dare not to alter the tide in a field. Safety can arrive in numbers out swaying the wheeled monsters with pipes of pain and men in domed hats. Silly nonsensical wisdom less personnal. Wave goodbye to them. Then take two trees and perform a ballet with the leaves and branches. How pretty. And tell the suited slug gently to go and sit on a cactus plant. Quite safe. Pointed planted placed plated. Xxxx reasonable rationalism. *** carnivorous cakes. Xx 1 2 3 4 clap clap clap clap then its time for items to go to bed *** nationalism *** prawn salad with no particular order xxxx rapidisation ***
Categories:
domed, animal, anti bullying,
Form: