Best Drapery Poems
Written: November 10, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Homeric moonstone sparkles at night.
a glowing globe of gleam amid galaxies,
Its shimmering shafts as flowing fantasies,
gliding glimmering, giddy waves of a wild ocean.
Glowing gaze glances into the gorgeous,
glistening sapphire depths,
where wild winds whirl, a wondrous waltz awakens—
ruby glistens amid the thunderclap.
amethyst whispers in the misty screams.
Hearken: harmonious hymns hover in heavens
colorful loops of capturing emerald and turquoise
every hue is a harmony in a mariner’s melody
each ebbing essence echoes magical epics of yore.
The fracas outside fades
as nature’s narratives naturally navigate—
dense drapery, like drowsy dividers
drawbacks divulge a heart displayed delicately.
Moonbeams meander over majestic mountains
limestone and obsidian, luscious layers lost
while wordsmiths weave wondrous words,
In a cascade of captivating couplets,
that shimmer and crumble.
Do you hear the sirens sing?
a chorus of longing from the depths
they call to hearts heavy like stone
yet light as ashes caught in the smoke.
We walk where men have trodden,
tracing footsteps worn soft by time,
with wonder in every glance, every sigh,
painted worlds vibrate in the very air.
So, step into this symphony of starlit spells.
a captivating collection of contrasting senses—
where dazzling diamonds dance delightfully
and the fierce fight for fervent fantasies flows with the tide.
Out here beneath the blackened blanket of night,
Elysium eagerly awaits our embrace—
a splendid symphony, and you
the softest serenade nestled in its depths.
THE BLUE MOON
Shimmer does it not this inspirational ivory opal,
Lightly dinted with a thin sheen of aquatic blue,
Illuminations elliptical transparent veil, a drapery
Suspended by heavens orbiting web called gravity!
Shingles tacked in by star nails, fastened against
The back drop of a vast blackened universe of mystery,
A mystical painting ever changing, a masterpiece
Created by the divine everlasting, the mood ring
Of inspirational thoughts glittering in the timeless
Sea of space!
Melting frozen ice jewels collide against the fire Rudy
Of the inner suns blaze, as the showering solar dust
Bursts forth falling into the cup of the big dippers crystal
Alignment, amongst the opulent elegance shown in the
Brilliance of the blue moon!
Let tranquilitY's cooling pools runith over in softness
Peace of serenity, I’ll bath within its optical illusions
Of beauty, a transcended spirit seeking freedoms
Dream escape beyond mine own earthly foot hold
Of reality!
A spinning cosmonaut existing in a lunar environment,
Dangling in a spiritual orbit of the heightened experience,
Destinies castaway swaying within the universal pull of
Brilliance, a mystical rose captured within a comets
Tail end of discovery!
Hail that man in the moon, for I wish to be consumed
Within this elliptical titan for which he lives upon,
So close almost to be able to touch by mine own
Mortal imagination, yet by reason the distance
Is just too great, I’m unable to bridge this vastness!
Inspirations muse this prisoner of the earth bound,
Let the shades of illusions not past me by this night
Of elliptical excellence, merging this transcend
Beneath the waves of light, to flex and bend
Unto space itself, drowning within the depth
Abyss beyond!
Oh to become one drop of polar frozen ice,
Floating within this bio-sphere of elliptical beauty,
A tears silent frail hush, to fall against the face of the blue moons
Passionate shine of night, in this single moment of liberation
I’ve found
The true peace of tranquility at last.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated to Mystic Rose whom
Inspired this poem with her picture
Of the blue moon!
And Kathy Ling my moon gazer
A drapery flutters of sunlit glory
With lustrous stars gleaming near;
Hovering around the ‘ Pearl of Orient ‘
Where seven thousand islands adorn
Tints of liberty, peace, and independence;
Radiant in hues… crimson, blue, white
Flaming the hearts of a race blessed
By lush rice terrains and summer winds.
O, a banner of smiles freely glimmers
Through a homeland destined to imbue
Love for all brethrens as it stands proud,
As the harbinger of native warmth
Offering comfort to voyagers , but
Fiercely defending a birthplace’s right…
Where one mighty streamer rides high,
Guarding folk and children…Philippines!
Judy Konos' Your Country State City Flag
Country: Philippines
by nette onclaud...7/29/2015
Pebbles plucked from the sole
of my foot
driven deep into wounds
cut from a path
a path leading me to nowhere
trying to escape troubles
quell worries
worries that haunt
shamelessly searching
for answers to life's questions
I come upon a seaside café
thirsting
I make my way to a corner table
the room dimly lit but I can feel
I feel the gentle touch of a woman overcome me
I taste the sea's salty kiss upon my lips
blowing in through the white laced drapery
adorning the arched window
holding at bay the hot September sun
as I await for my glass of Mondavi red
a trio softly plays a heavenly tune
the sounds of the violin sooth
my shattered soul to sleep.
Two, three, five, maybe more glasses
and I meander my way out
to the pearl white beach
in hopes of catching a glimpse
of her beauty
one last wink of her eye
before she gives way
to a darkened sky
Staring off out to the East...
was I supposed to look West...
I long for one last glimpse
one last kiss upon my cheek
When suddenly before me She appears
how could I ever forget those almond eyes
so soft and sweet...love dripping out
that little killer smile...almost grabbed my heart
ruby red lips
an olive glow
of heaven, she came. I know
speaking of stories and sharing mysteries
how she grabbed my arm and couldn't let go
we splashed through the surf
we could have been the last two left on earth
how the skies sparkled
how we danced for what seemed like eternity
I laid down and she said goodnight
Now as I wake with a beaten red face
the sun standing high
breathing fire down upon me
I wonder
was it all just a dream
or a special memory
The wind wisps through the sheer lace drapery
masking the entrance of the arched window
ruffling the flowing locks of her hazel hair
poised she peers out from her red Kantha accent chair
watching the children playing hop-scotch
out on the old cobblestone drive
reminding her of days gone by
simpler times of beauty and innocence
she smells the sweet fragrance
of the brickellbush growing down below
remembering her times by the sea
and that fresh morning breeze
she puts on her dark cherry lip gloss
tasting what seems like Gram's homemade pie
bringing her back to the time she brought you home
sharing that first long tongue kiss
she hears the baby robin calling to her mom
telling her to hurry up with dinner
bringing back memories of how you used to wait
and kept waiting for each and every date
she can feel her heart beating
her pulse racing, her hands sweating
as she waits, she waits for you to come
to come and hold her heart
My veins now spill forth scarlet waters,
Rent by serrated silver teeth.
Like Her breast sinewed all life,
Fervoured my wrist, when She jilted me...
Repleted by once Her love;
Now became Death, a nocturnal drapery...
"My Goddess What didst Thou to me,
Lust priapic to Thine ardent ****?''
A sylph bewinged like an Angel,
That withered love infected me...
A morbid plume falling from grace,
The celestial eye ebonied.
"My Love; Doth thou not want me?
Hath I becometh a Daemon?"
...
No...
this blooded brine, mortal wine,
this etch on my pale canvas.
is nothing more but a single sign,
To pain's anathema,
-yet you my love...
Will nascent from my blood,
and be robed in ether cardinal...
My suicide, although it's sin
Will leave you happy with akin.
My body was a tumour around my soul,
but waning life, will take control...
I am a wall painted purple, oh, I remember that day well,
a girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me;
I was laughing because her hair had streaks of purple paint,
and she was dappled all over with dots of me.
The next few days I was left alone to dry in quietude,
then came the antique furniture and mauve drapery;
art work was attached to me in hues of purple so lovely,
my whole essence was of peace and tranquility.
I liked to watch the girl dance around the room so pretty,
she looked at herself in an oval mirror attached to me;
and I felt she was looking into my soul, often she was writing,
at her desk into a diary with tears in her eyes.
How I wanted to reach out and stroke that head gently,
but of course I was just a purple wall, I felt her sadness;
then one day she was wearing a beautiful white dress,
I did not realize that she was leaving me that day.
The door to my room closed with the furniture covered,
I spent my days in darkness as the curtains hid the sun,
at night all I had were my memories of that raven haired girl,
then one day, the door creaked open, so slowly.
An old lady with white hair holds the hand of a little girl,
she strokes the raven hair of the girl with such love;
the dark haired girl smiles- the lady calls her granddaughter,
she tells her, "this is the room where I used to dance."
Then, they open up the curtains and throw off the covers,
and they begin to dance and twirl all about the room;
I am happy- I want to join them but I am just a purple wall,
that little girl now looks into the oval mirror . . .
attached to me, and it seems she is looking into my soul.
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October 14, 2016
Poetry/Personification/Just A Purple Wall
Copyright Protected, ID 16-839-255-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Personification
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Sixth Place
Shadows blend, darkened forms melt as the chilling night falls
Into the splendor of the unknown blackness, answering your calls.
Hearing you calling me from the wilderness of the night.
Wandering through the dark abyss, searching without a light.
I fear not, of the ghosts and goblins, their presence subdued.
Still faint your calls grow louder as my hope is ever renewed.
Blindness created by the pitch-black veil I venture into.
Mesmerized by the silence surrounding your calls, now few.
Step after step I feel the night engulf me, stirring a bravery.
Tripping over brambles, surging through this black drapery.
Ghosts begin to taunt me swirling around my head.
I am not bothered and run through them without dread.
Chilled by the cold night air, as it dries up all my tears.
Stark silence stirs me as now I realize my worst fears.
Solitude wakens me to what night did not allow me to see.
My beautiful one you are calling me, from a place I cannot be.
Church Lady Cat was a formidable, skinny, ugly wrinkly old crazy thing.
Never showed a smile, and certainly did not cheerfully hymn-sing.
We saw her at church, and knew she would come and get the money.
No man in town had ever called this old prissy baby or honey.
Blue eyed hag had a meanness that only arrives in the lap of skinny.
So homely, many of us made jokes that she could probably whinny.
She wore a padded bar under her lacy blouse and I pointed it out.
Brother let out a not-for-church stupid horrific dumb brother shout.
Mother gave us both a mean unmotherly look that meant “now be nice!”
In the sixties, she did not have to give us that look more than twice!
Church Lady Cat’s clothes were made of drapery material I swear.
Doubt she had anything but lead in her undersized kitty underwear.
Wore a purple hat with the cluster of marshmallow baubles of pink.
She was a blue eyed woman, who never walked with a slink.
She had dainty ivory gloves that covered most of her skin.
If they had covered her scrawny face, it would have been more of a win.
I thought she was the weirdest craziest person at church for sure.
Then I got a job at the grocery store, and met her other side, demure.
She was helpful and kind, and made me feel at home, became a friend.
Now I get in fights daily to defend her. Yes, sir. I will fight you to the end!
Inspired by Opeth – The Drapery Falls and this entire year…
I sip on Super Mario Brothers hot cocoa cup
Filled with convictions’ drop
From streams of consciousness
Ready to skinny dip into a new plateau
No
Holds
Barred
Ferocity’s grip
Looking upon God’s yesterdays
As He hands me a pen
Asking me what I have learned
…
As days have passed
I slow dance with convex mirrors within glasshouse.
Remedies to my confusion
Thrusting me back to the day
A befriending of cotton candy souls
As we ride against Ferris Wheels with a song
That should never end
Holding hands through rickety roller coasters
Pulling me downwards
Upwards
Parallel to perpendicular resolutions
The square root to pale ghosts
Staring with onyx want
All of their tainted wishes
Were for brighter days
…
As these days pass
I recollect collective smile upon my spiraled breaths.
There should have been more.
There could have been more.
It’s not too late for early newcomers into my atrium.
But, you better have your ticket in hand.
For I have already tasted the scalding broth of disappointing screams
Overpowered in salted dramatics
Please
Just come as you are
Unfiltered
No plastic surgeries are welcome within these heartbeats.
…
As days go by
I continue to dream of tomorrow’s smile
Placing loudspeakers against silenced seclusions
With ONE MIC
I hail to cathedral sanity
Swimming within my stream of consciousness that few can dive into
Without turning their backs
…
As tomorrow approaches
Who will be the spark in our cherry bombs?
To light jeweled, nocturnal ionospheres within breaths of security
And sincerity coated fingertips
Who I ask?
Speak loud!!!
Speak in unbridled frequencies!!!
Don’t wait for another day to go by…
...without me waking up to your sound again.
©Drake J. Eszes
Flying airships battling in the open sky,
the sailors trying to save their own lives,
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
unto the human psyche.
The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with no dry soil in sight
contains many micro planetary islands that glide
in the sky's atmosphere where men created their different ways of life.
Herdsmen hunted on the island's green fields and forests.
Soldiers worked in their iron workshops.Crystalline lakes displayed nature's beauty. Many a gorgeous a creature of nature they captured in their nets.
Stratigos,a hunter, also loved to fish in the clear streams abundant with eels. His dear friends followed him throughout the biome, witnessing many wonderful sights
such as tigers,trees,eagles and pollinating bees, the lioness giving suckle to her young,and many a mythical creature that defies explanation."
Raised he was in a quaint village,in whose verdant plains he played with all his pals.His female friends gathered many rainbow-colored flowers by whose sight and smell were made ecstatic.
Upon a certain day,a flying chimera snatched his friend Mike with its aquiline talons that tear apart its prey.The lion-like chimera with an eagle head concealed him in his cavern hideout,unseen by human eyes.
He analyzed his body and psyche to see what was worthy to eat. In despair Mike's cries for help resounded through the cavern walls.He heard his own echo.
From afar his friends were dashing to his aid through the dense vegetation with thorns drawing upon their blood. Red it was, stained upon their drapery.
They complained not at their pain for their aim was to aid their endangered friend.
Stratigos exclaimed;
With Mike in danger,
surely we must not fail him,
For friendly fidelity
Faces us with the task
of his salvation.
Alina replied
Through the mud and sun that scorches our way
We must pick a path and dash as fast as trotting stallions
for our cause is noble and pure,
so Therefore let us not be wasteful with our pace.
And they arrived upon a green moss covered road that drove Them to a grotto surrounding the creature's cavern.
had a hectic day with
lots of things to do
so glad i found my way
home from work
did not think i would make it
not with the dark, the cold and
the exhaustion conspiring against me
opened the door after some time of
fumbling with the keys
not sure what goes where
slummed the door shut and
dropped the bag on the floor
why let it burden me after
what i had gone through today
was hungry but it could wait
had only one thing in my mind
my sweet little comfortable bed
finally reached the room did not
think to turn on the light and
just fell on my bed
did not think i would wake up
did not care if i did
all i wanted was just a little sleep
was that too much to ask
forgot to draw the drapery
and when morning came
i felt a kiss of sunshine
as the morning rays raced
to my face, i smiled a little
and got a glow on
reassuring and brightening my day
because there was still hope
working under the sun
I am but four walls painted purple, I remember that day,
the girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me.
I was laughing because her hair had streaks of purple,
and she was dappled all over with dots of me, you see.
The next few days, I was left alone to dry in quietude,
then came the antique furniture and mauve drapery.
Art work was attached to me in hues of purple,
my whole essence was lovely and I rested peacefully.
I liked to watch the girl dance around in her pretty dresses,
looking at herself in the ornate, oval mirror, so pretty.
Often she would sit at her desk writing in her diary,
with tears in her eyes, head bowed, I was full of sympathy.
One day, she wore an elegant dress of white lace,
she danced and pranced around the room smiling happily.
I was so happy for her, but not exactly sure why I was,
but I should have been sad because she was leaving me.
Years my door remained closed, the furniture covered,
then one day, an old lady walked in holding the hand of girl.
She stroked the raven hair of the girl she called granddaughter,
and told her, "this is the room where I used to dance and swirl."
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September 4, 2012
Poetry/Personification/Wall of Years
Copyright Protected, ID 09-418-309-04
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, If These Walls Could Talk,
sponsor, Black Eyed Susan, Judged 09/17/2012
Third Place
The past has painted a dreary history
with emblems of bittersweet memories,
Benign soaring deeds in almost everything,
but generations to come will be a surprise.
When worlds far apart ceremoniously unite,
to leave the lowered frown of awful gloom.
Deplume made Africa arise from trampled dirt,
to be admired in fiercer clouds coming down.
With every drapery breath changing place,
Destiny hands over the elusive realms in time,
Casting crowns to a forgotten race of eminence,
To Bring them out from the labyrinth of decline.
Into a glorious sunshine far and high as the stars,
Joyful alliance made combined nations proud,
in greater orbits, their planets have no slaves,
Wearing paradise on their heart under a shroud.
Africa arise out of the screen of banners forgotten,
In the distant sphere, see a reign less radiant now,
Could that vapour be a drop of monotint dream?
With Caribbean faces looking through the window.
Narrowing the refit gap, brace for future impact,
although hope seems very far away,
Africa will arise to stand upon the mountain top,
when the vision becomes light as the day.
Sweet-scented lupins , foxgloves , violas , giant lillies ,damasks ,
mosses and china roses rich in a variety of perfumes and colours
Circular herb beds, rare , exotic climbers on the Elizabethan wall.
Overhanging undergrowth winding little path past rose flowerbeds
Nestled among large mossy rocks rays of sunlight filtered through
round tables set with candles, crystal and Middle Ages crockery.
In each guests place was a little red box tied with a gold ribbon.
At the Castle , it sprang out of an impulsive hearthside challenge
Natures needs are lavish in Spring with light and dark capacities
Blossoming artfully full of sweetness + light or dark and Gothic.
Clever deep forest kitchen stone pantry glittering with candlelight
glowing and smouldering with a sage smoked medieval orchestra
Angel cake and hot-buttered muffins, bursting with peel + cherries
Wood sprites ancient merry rituals ,folklore primeval forest sounds
Knights templar greet Friar Tuck with gold gifts + flowers of chivalry
Interwoven drapery brilliant string musicians on chellos and violins
The chink of champagne glasses rustle of silk and trailing chiffon.
Breathtakingly beautiful green eyes sparkled her white slender hand
Blazing fire, rich ,dark fruit cake,she leaned against the trunk of a tree
Her long dark hair flowing in the secret garden enchanted hideaway