Best Elate Poems
A tease on the wings of summer's breeze
A tickle in the touch of whispering winds
A glimpse at the art of museum paintings
A stare in the eyes of flowering spring--
A poem is a song of my innermost feelings.
When I'm lost in confines of my thoughts
Solace I seek from brilliant cosmic stars
Prodding for answers to question marks
Uncovering truth in words of a paradox,
As the beat of poetry reignites my heart.
Verses I compose in fragrance of Jasmines
Linger merrily around blossoms of roses
Listening to voices of fluttering tree leaves
Soliciting rhymes from elate vocabulary,
Evoking the cadence of rhythmic melodies.
A giggle in a stream, a smile in my morning
A romantic kiss in the splendor of evening
An aesthetic dream in my night's revelry
A lonesome tear of my un-consoled grief--
My poetry's the answer to call of my musings.
February 23, 2019
Poem of the day on February 25, 2019
Placed first: Contest #570 by Brian Strand
Placed first: Poetry and me contest by Silent One
On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels, in missives of compassion chide.
Mired in wins and losses, when humanity strums offbeat,
Adversaries propagate hatred, and blatantly mistreat,
As meaningless conversations puff up, donning conceit,
While expressions of solemn amiability retreat in defeat.
A proffer of calm and goodwill, checks enemy’s reign
When sanctity prevails, calming a perturbed domain,
As atonement and humility heal, soothing angst of pain
And disturbed vibes seeking revenge, begin to wane.
As nobility of repentance tenders offers of mercy, grace,
Malevolent behaviors recede, ashamed in disgrace,
And enlightenment of intellect inspires vacuous space,
When hosting redemption, reformed enemies embrace.
In affluence of cognitive thoughts informed minds elate
Harboring tolerance and sympathy, discarding hate,
Being harmonious with peace, mundane life they liberate,
Achieving balance within, unfazed by travails of fate.
Patience
Here is irony.
Patience waits for no one.
We must wait for it.
It decides how long we must walk or sit.
Patience to wait.
Patience when it seems to be too late.
Patience when happiness plans to elate.
Patience in its most perfect state.
Patience to get the job done.
Patience to walk when we must walk.
Patience to run when we must run.
Patience to be silent when there is
a never-ending urge to talk.
Patience to live.
More patience than we wish to give.
Patience,
Oh yes, relentless patience.
Patience when pain has taken center stage.
Patience when anger has turned to rage.
Patience to keep writing one more page.
Patience is a virtue.
We all know it's true.
Patience.
Oh yes, relentless patience.
“Transformation of winter into spring shares hopeful hearts” by Poet
Winter’s Transformation
Bird songs reverberate from tree to tree
songs that elate when they reach the ears.
Spring is almost here and the birds are in tune.
Wistful dreams of warmth and tulips abound.
The willow weaves her magic with breezes
by the lake leaving ripples in their wake.
Mother Nature enchants us with winter wonders
she provides in melting snow on mountain tops,
as colors peek through sharing their delightful hues.
Radiant sun transforms snow into cascading river’s flow.
Hibernation ends and sleepy bears awaken hungry
as they venture forth for food near river’s edge.
On the distant forest floor creatures large and small
welcome the changing season with renewed invigoration.
Rain on open meadows grows a sea of golden dandelions
moving in winsome waves with the wayward wind.
Chill of winter ends in bursts of colors in surround sounds.
2-24-22
F Form - Free Verse- New - Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1. Nature
I would harken back to passions of realm sublime
As melodies of beloved past endearingly chime
Appealing to yesteryears when love was in prime;
If only I could endeavor to journey back in time.
Strolling with you in springs of blooming meadows
We will greet paradise, euphoric thoughts renew,
Indulgent in amorous music heartbeats compose;
If only I could decode secrets, musings of souls coo.
There would be no laments, no recollections irate,
Nary a hint of grief, clenching strife would berate,
For heavenly bliss in your domain will forever elate;
If only I could manage to alter the course of fate.
I will restage how dear-Venus inflamed our mood
As astral orchestra strummed twinkling stellar tune
While courting your fervor waltzing stars wooed;
If only I could succeed to entice the doting moon.
I remember your smile, lauding blushing twilight,
Enamored in lyrics of hearts, fervent verses recite,
O, those moonlit desires would rekindle tonight;
If only I could seduce, reveries of romantic night.
April 16, 2023
This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Oh, beatific lotus flower, blossom of my pious soul
How brilliantly you ascend, sparkling in sunrise gold
Being the emissary of divinity ancient tenets behold
Invigorating spiritual vibes unwavering beliefs extol
Oh, tender touch of angels, purity of enlightened life
How mystically your petals divulge esoteric delight
Kneeling for mortal beings, submerging into the night
Yearning renewal upon cleansing unwelcome strife
Oh, sage of wisdom, imperial emblem of knowledge
How you rise again and again, edifying life and death
Heavenly spirits you elate awakening human intellect
Illuminating senses in revelations of Buddhist texts
Oh, symbol of rebirth, essence of pure revered faith
How prayers of sacred words in your epiphany toll
Where rhythms of my heart in tenor of nirvana echo
As you grant eternal peace to mortals lost on earth
Oh, beatific lotus flower, blossom of my pious soul
January 1, 2021
Placed 5th: Lotus of my heart poetry contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Placed 5th: Your choice (43) contest by Brian Strand
Outside my window, all is dull and white
As morning spreads on cracks across the bay,
Her prickly fissures stark, like threads contrite,
Against the pewter of a frigid day
Where sullen the view from iced winds’ replay.
I see a varnished gleam in my heart’s eye
While peonies are climbing at the gate ,
That birds of red and yellow twit nearby,
Enchanting leafy maples, so ornate
Till sundew bursts on fresh morn, to elate!
Contest:It Was One Of Those Mornings
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
9/19/2016
Stunning sunset feeds my soul,
Begins to collapse as night sneaks in.
A shiver dances down my spine
As your warm arms shield from night's chill kiss.
Your laugh rejuvenates my frame
Like the longest, deepest, warm massage
Your wit a challenge to elate
The Sunday crossword I want every night.
I am a schoolgirl once again
Who doodles your name with heart dot i's
Richest chocolate cake, a taste?
But you're trapped by baker's glass for now.
I always thought a fire burns hot
Then slowly dies: warm, cool, then cold.
But forty years and still this moth
Can't fight the attraction of your sensual flame.
If love could heal a broken heart
Your pillow would still have warmth and light.
But instead it catches all my tears
As I await our reunion, my husband, my life.
2/4/2017 140 words
My miss for Daddy is twenty years old
with its feel constant in my heart’s deep hold.
To hear his voice and be in his presence,
would be a gift of boundless abundance.
Still, he’s exactly where he belongs –
I should not alter the mission he’s on.
There are others long gone thru Heaven’s gate
whose earth appearance would stir my elate.
How very excited my thrilled would be
if Helen Keller were to visit me.
Her achievements were awesome amazements
that increased my faith’s patience containment.
I would bust flushed to see Henry Thoreau
who rose my individualism dough.
When a teen, his story touched seeds in me
that sturdy my worthy on life’s journey.
Since I dare not upset God’s strategy,
I ponder the Tinkerbell love in me.
Though fantasy shelled, I am in her spell;
she attends all my enchantments so well.
Not gone to come back, but so very dear
that I wish her twinkle to earth appear.
An Arc to Heaven
Peace flows over my body
In calming, cooling waves.
Your words carry me to shore
Exciting, igniting my spirit
With sweet revelations of love.
My lonely heart blossoms
Slowly as dew drops awaken
With tender rhetoric shared.
They blaze, amaze my mind
With a peerless brilliance
As your verses elate my being
They delight, requite my most
Secret desires in poetic kinship
Which inspires, retires my soul
To soar high amidst the heavens.
7-21-18
*This poem is dedicated to the romantic poets at Poetry Soup
Thanks I would say for the chance to create,
Dreams to elate, and fantasies to stargaze;
Recalling fondly the fun themes of contests
Which frequently I set free on butterfly wings
In gardens of spring on scented ruby winds
Endearing sunrise in dawn’s golden appeal
Having kissed doting night’s blushed reveries.
To verses of ballad I would offer my thanks
For blossoming words in passions of romance
Choreographing dance of nocturnal moths
As love floated freely amid millions of stars
Warbling in rhythms of nightingale’s songs
Cuddling “sensuality” through “poetry and me”
Humming to the tune of “I dreamed a dream”
Saying sincerely: grateful for the memories.
Shedding “one last tear” for “one that got away”
“Poems that paint a picture” I would elevate
Refusing to entertain, “if there was no poetry”;
Contest or not, I must continue my odyssey,
So much yet to see, so much yet to gleam--
Traversing life’s glee, sailing deep blue seas
Climbing high mountains, exploring green valleys
Seeking words that cogitate depth of artistry.
Nostalgic for poetry, life would miss a beat
Echoing a violin strumming dissonance of lyrics--
A disharmonious chorus longing for harmony;
So, neither a new frontier, nor “the last goodbye”
My humble aspirations shall continue to vie
For one more verse of joy, one timeless lullaby.
July 19, 2020
Placed 1st: If this was my last poetry contest poem
Sponsor: Silent One
Prior contest names are in quotation marks
Two successive dates
I failed to hit the mark
I'm sorry for the mistakes
And the crestfallen shark
On the first, I didn't use
Much needed commas and slashes
Flowers I failed to produce
Absent were the flamenco flashes
I now do understand
Beauty of punctuation
Undulations of the land
Whispering illustration
And the slanting slashes
Those acute angles
Poetry to eyelashes
Loosening many tangles
Superb instrument dash
A pause to look at your work
Warns you before being rash
Watches where lightning lurks
Stanzas bring out sparks
Red violet and pink
A ray between two darks
A fillip to potent ink
Thanks for your expertise
It has made me mature
No mistakes in the next exercise
I'm more than sure
Especially the short stanzas
I was unmindful so long
Now these will be in bonanza
Lilac lyrics of a song
Do fix the next date
Mistake-free poems I'll give you
You will feel a tidal elate
Like the autumn silver dew
_________________________________
August 31, 2019
Overcoming Mistakes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
"Sticks and stones may break our bones,
But like new, they'll mend and heal.
Words can break our hearts and spirits,
Leaving wounds beyond repeal."
Remember, use some thought and care
Before thy swords unsheathe;
Review thy weapons carefully
Before you thrust, bequeath.
Words can so elate us,
Bring joys without measure,
Cradling us in Love and kindness,
Become our cherished treasure.
But words can epitomize
Deep chasms of despair,
Chisel away our hearts and souls,
Causing pain we cannot bear.
So, let's remember this.
For the targets that we seek,
Choose our words more wisely
And think before we speak.
"The careless aim of a thoughtless tongue
Can deeply wound an innocent one."
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2007-03-26 All rights reserved.
When someone feels alone, forlorn
Like the world has left them to mourn
The charming joys, the wonders born
Rousing a gentle fate
Inspired by gifts from hearts so pure
Lovely dreams, feelings who endure
The broken, worries so demure
Gentle that cannot wait
Struggles to go that extra mile
For the beauty of a sweet smile
Comforting spirits all the while
With kindness to elate
What words do I write? What words can I say?
About my dear Mother, when there is really no way...
To adequately state, to totally uphold,
A real superwoman which never gets told.
The credit she deserves cannot be explained.
Exalt her I do for she's truly ordained.
Her spirit is relentless. Her courage so great.
With a heart so big I can only elate.
Her will is astounding though her mountains are steep.
Her compassion's abounding. Her integrity runs deep.
With endurance so endless and vitality, did I mention?
Perseverance, she has plenty; her best, her intention.
A greater compliment I could never receive,
Compared with my mother? Truly, I can't even perceive,
For she is unique, surely one of a kind.
For one, even remotely, like her I never could find!
My dear Mother I honour. My dear Mother I praise.
The Lord, always, He's with her for she lives by His Ways.
Never shall I know again, one so dear and true.
My dearest, most beloved friend, I truly, deeply love YOU!!!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©1997 - Mother's Day
All rights reserved.