Best Dulcet Poems
The happy lark sings dulcet Resurrection!
His silver strands, like notes, weave pearly cloth,
Abide no warring, strife or misdirection;
The Little Folk come softly to the wroth,
And make them glad and wakeful in new Sun.
Elves almost show themselves, then whirl away!
They cannot stop their mischief, for the fun,
They do not flee from shadows, for ‘tis day.
O! Silver cloth, white song bright, interwoven,
Clothe now each weary soul in Glory, pray!
O! Fiery tongues, anointing us with cloven
White flames, teach us prophetic words to say…
Here, breath of babies, sprung from Springtime’s grace
Surrounds roses, in clouds… chiffon and lace…
3/19/2019
Oh angels draped in topaz dress,
let me float in tranquil blue seas
my curly tresses dance in breeze.
Hypnotic powers you possess,
you calm my raging hurricanes
silver keys unlocking old chains.
Shooting stars in aurora bless,
crimson pearls adorning sand dune
bathed in aroma of mauve tune.
I've been enchanted I confess,
my naive desires take a leap
fusing lavender hopes to reap.
My visions you gently caress,
frozen whispers dancing in beams
bloom my drizzles in dulcet dreams.
Oh angels draped in topaz dress,
hypnotic powers you possess,
shooting stars in aurora bless,
I've been enchanted I confess,
my visions you gently caress.
July 22, 2020
Constanza Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
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D r i z z l i n g melodies heard-
Draping my keen senses.
Dulcet symphonic rhythms
devour your soft verses.
Divine as deep red wine-
D-major plays lyrics
delicately for us...
Dulcet: Pleasant to the ear; melodious
Pleiades D Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Date Written: August 27, 2016
The rhythm of the rising sun
is a sweet song in the morn
And when that rhythm sets the sun
Luna's dulcet melody is born
Across the globe, music ascends—a universal zephyr,
Bridging cultures in harmonious yearning;
Chords converge from Andes to the Zangezur, xenharmonic,
Dulcet tones of a duduk—in the air, they whisper.
Every note—an echo of humanity's vibration,
From flamenco's fire to the finesse of a cello's undulation;
Gamelan's gongs—a gamut of sounds' timbre,
Harmonium's hum—hearts and spirits, it serenades.
In India where the sitar intricately resonates
Juxtaposed with jazz as New Orleans quavers;
Kora's strings kiss the breeze as Africa pulses.
Lyrics leap across lands—in mosaic form, it oscillates.
Marimba's mallets are on wooden keys lightly narrate
Ney's notes always navigate in a trance-like murmur;
Oud's ornate voice offers a limericking lyric
Perhaps to partake in profound kinetic kinesis.
Qanun quietly queries—a quivering jumping jubilation
Rhythms resonate—a restorative impressive intonation;
Samba's syncopation—a spirited harking harmony
Tabla's tempo—a testament of gripping grandiloquence.
Uilleann pipes uplift with urgent a fever for fervor
Violins voice the vibrancy of the endless echo;
Whistles and winds—the world's diverse diapason
Xylophone's xylography—a cross-cultural cadence.
Yodeling yonder in the Alps' billowing bellow
Zither's zephyrs—a zenith we accentuate and attune.
The blackboard waited stark and bare
As yet, there was no teacher there
A striding vision, took the chalk
You know… I recognised that walk
Miss Malone’s Dulcet tones
Sent a shudder through my bones
Her flowing hair with blonde highlights
Her mini skirt and fishnet tights
The way she stood with feet spread wide
And the purpose in her stride
I gave my mate a little nudge
His loving gaze just wouldn’t budge
I said, “Forget your lurid thoughts,
We’re barely out of schoolboy shorts.”
He nodded at her crimson lips
The wiggle in her swaying hips
I said, “You’re fourteen, feeling flirty,
That there teacher’s nigh on thirty!”
He said, “I’ve heard her name is Maisie,
She makes me feel all oops-a-daisy”
I said, “She’s glam, that much is true,
But truly, she ain’t right for you.”
It seemed he thought me quite remiss
And so I had to tell him this,
“She seems quite able in her job
But last week, Miss Malone… was Bob!”
dulcet
the melody
your song keeps lingering
in my every thought and dream
lyrics
May 18, 2023
Song of my heart contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
Delicious kisses in the drizzle as I stand
Under an umbrella with my dear. Oh, to devour
Luscious honeyed lips on this misty twilight eve!
Chocolate eyes gaze into mine. His scent, for me, is ambrosia.
Ecstasy envelops me. I melt like ice cream.
To our house we hasten for our thrilling final nibbles.
May 31, 2020
for Joseph May's Double Double Words To Bubble Poetry Contest
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Music uplift my heart
Disperse distress,down cast depart;
Vivaldi on Venetian violin
In concerto,cello and mandolin.
Music enlarge my mind
Reminece and then remind;
In Mahler's opus strong
Adagio,lieder and song.
Music to suit my every mood
In valued secluded solitude;
Satie and Pachebel
Motifs that haunt and indwell.
Music tingling my spine
As emotions re-align;
Choral and slow requiems
In pleasing dulcet diadem.
As the spring zephyr ripples through my lawn,
I descry the dulcet floral lilac spectrum dance
on petals of lily unfurling with the touch of dawn,
like the enticing hazel eyes out of dreamy trance.
With the patina of blue silence the flowers bloom,
look up to the sky with sunburst pallet on display,
suffuse its radiance in the splendor of floral costume,
making surreal fresco, amethyst beauty they portray.
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August 27, 2022
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Contest : Eight Lines Of Rhyme-Your Favorite Flower
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
Dulcet touch of whispered wind
As it gently blows through trees
Captured essence of lavender
From the fields growing in ease
The nestled hideaway clefted
Where she would slip away soon
To meet her secret Love Who
Would come in the cool of eve
Tranquil quiet hidden place
As she perpends His coming
Splendor of His shining face
Glory surrounds Him a glow
Radiance _ His Love excells
The scent of the roses' bloom
That wafts on the morning air
Or of the Lily's fragrant bloom
His Love exceeds love of men
Or of many maidens fair
His Love _- unconditional
I'll be joyous when he's here
I open my book of memories
As I travel back in time
I see us embracing 'neath palm trees
Our hearts as one do chime
Dulcet refrains of the violin
The fragrant scent of the rose
Notes from the piano now join in
a melody only our hearts know
We stroll the beach 'neath starlit skies
and kiss in the glow of the moon
Our hearts aflutter like butterflies
Will dance to love's blissful tune
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1/22/17
Dulcet blue sky on your smiling face
Knitting pink and yellow pleasure
A feel good beyond measure
September happiness
Swings for his and her
With Robert Frost
Blue silence
Of dream
Come
Let's
Enjoy
Shades of peace
In painting brush
Of cool sunshine on
Green grass and lush berry
Apples and winter cherry
Sheen of youth in swelling pumpkin
Listen to the sounds of falling leaves
August 25, 2019
Autumn or September or October Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
They all say this and that
From all good to bad
It's upto you to not to choose any crap
Bc it all depends on what you grab
What do I do with a sexy ass
When everything's gonna turn into ash
What do I do with a pretty face
When this beauty will fade after an age
What do I do with a dulcet voice
When before speaking wrong I don't think twice
What do I do with all the fancy stuff
When I couldn't help people when the time is rough
What do I do with strong physique
When I couldn't protect the weak
What do I do with a healthy brain
When I use it only to make people feign
With all these conceptions
I started to move
But all these illusions
Made me feel more confused
I chained all of these faults
And pushed them away
I swerved to the way of thinking high
Without thinking about the difference of you and I!!!
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Coo, coo, coo
Tweet, tweet, tweet
A symphony so sweet,
A bark, a lark
Splash, splash, splash
Screams so shrill
A lad yells
"Cannon ball!!"
Caaawooosh!
Trickle, drip, trickle
Katydid's musical call
Thick humid air
Tree frogs, pray for rain
To cool their scorching skin
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The sounds of a summer day, morning to evening. Inspired by a contest by Laura Mckenzie, Sounds of summer.