Best Emerging Poems
She’d dwelt within a palace, and outside
it, geese and brilliant peacocks used to strut
inside a fragrant garden. As a bride,
she’d said her vows beside the roses, but
today no scent of blooms perfumes the air.
The terrace sculptures, rubble now, are strewn
across the floor. She gazes eastward where
the mangos’ branches danced beneath the moon
when zephyrs softly blew. Like poison, now
a vapor comes, beginning to enwreathe
her husband’s realm. There is a smell so foul
her heart wells up with dread; she cannot breathe.
As ashes drift around, she hangs her head
with certainty her one beloved is dead.
Written by Andrea Dietrich Oct. 11, 2014
for the Top Gun Poetry - Structured forms - Iambic verse III of Giorgio A. V.
Form: Iambic Pentameter in an English Sonnet
emerging from between the lines
the human being furtively
discovers his inner most thought
otherwise left deeply buried
circumstances designate man
emerging from between the lines
as instead he would be at loss
amongst the lyrical scribing
a purging of thought and feelings
expressed by entwining tendrils
emerging from between the lines
a cleared path towards a moment
of fleeting happiness, the white
to the black of the words written
by a simple man now poet
emerging from between the lines
I am the N of emerging night
with jewels for the dance of soul,
in darkness are freckles of light
to hold a prayer, to wake the fire,
as net on clouds imbue what’s brave
when all but silence rakes the sky
and in this space, the truth so intense
stirring the heart without defense.
But somehow, twilight breaks into dawn
spilling new dewdrops to taste
fresh mist of hope, rising and billowing
sinless as white stars of hours before
blessing courage of N’s emerging night.
©
by nette onclaud
for Nancy Jones’ Alphabet Soup
Your touch peels away the layers of fear and gently reveals a love
Like spring emerging in spontaneous color and wonder
I had mused - all was lost -that I would never to see the sun and blue skies again
I was lost in winters grey, bleak bare arms- alone in my cocoon not believing I could ever evolve into a radiant flower again
But now as my growth peeks through the melted ice - I joyously unfold, unraveling
Velvet petals-layers of trust radiate a passionate bouquet of loves ardent harvest
I believe I can produce a harvest of good fruit from my union with the pro-creator of life - He shall abundantly fulfill His goodness in my life- as sure as the sun rises in newness each day - I shall shine forth His glory in me - for I cannot hide His love - it encompasses all I am fulfilling His purpose - honey flows from the rock that is steadfast and sure I am His forever.
© Brenda V Northeast 3 March 2012
My heart is filled with weighty matters
Life’s intrigues manipulate my mind
I worry
I churn and sieve every thought
I try to sort this problem here and that one there
Some problems are like knotted ropes –
Some like snakes in a pit
Yet snakes seem to know what they are doing
Vying for attention of a mate
Or shedding their old skin for new
Ah to be like the chrysalis
Birthing the emerging - New Life
Shedding the old weights and heavy burdens
Butterflies emerge - in newness
Their wings are filled with hope
They lift into the air
Weightless lifted on the breeze
They look to new horizons
New visions-single minded
Though fragile –they are strong
© Brenda V Northeast 28th 2012
A very powerful house of Asia,
made with multiple materials and several distinct colours;
Chinese paints, Arabian decorations, Persian carpets and British Architecture
amongst others are the most conspicuous of its beautiful mixture.
Its dining place is carved out of the historic Sarawak chamber
where hot milk tea is served as breakfast
and could be made more luxurious and traditional
with a fragrant rice dish cooked in coconut milk
and served wrapped in a banana leaf.
On its walls are hanged, wooden masks, silver works
and hand woven baskets.
It protects its most cherished Tiger-pet in the backyard
and has for eight times adjusted the hands of its local clock.
This house still stands a growing global influence
because it is in a neighbourhood occupied by teenagers
fast growing to become Adults in global economy and civilization.
Everything I was working on was for us
A new journey was calling out to me from the horizon
When the storm hit strong pulling me into it's uncontrollable fury of flaming rain
I couldn't deny being saturated to the bone while burning up inside of the
Internal hell that had overtaken my body and my soul
My breathing heavy but shallow
My heart pounding but dead
My head full but empty
Someone keeps wringing their heavy grief mops through what I thought to be my stomach
The inside of my body no longer belongs to me
Only to the storm passing through with fury
I don't have an umbrella for this one
I have no shelter from this one
A force grabbed me by the throat
Was it to shake me to awaken me
Or was it trying to suffocate me
I do know that I am alive
Something is emerging
I am for me
It never began for us
My skin awaits the arrival of my soul to step inside to continue this journey as one
Even a deceptive moon caresses
every tender new leaf.
Taut tongues whisper to their emerging solitude--
--Distrust can be a clever curtain
like doubt sewn into each stars movement.
Like the final steps I will take before I fly--------->
Transfixing with emotional content
and images too vivid to ignore,
it came to conquer Earth from inner space,
insidiously seeking to present
reflections of daily experience
and threatening to blast preconceptions
by simply revealing through printed words
at spoken venues, in popular songs,
and in theatrical performances
the true depth of the human condition.
Author's note: This is an original poetic form I call the CENTENCE. It is a one-hundred-syllable, blank-verse, single sentence.
Can I describe Love?
A path of the fool,
Words expressing sensation,
Shimmering spark of sun, diamonds on a pool,
Red bird lifts head, water elations,
Thoughts emerge from where?
Whether image, pain, longing desire,
Reality skirts away, with a wide tear,
Smoky haze, warmth to the core, to rising fire,
Wanting to cling on, but desire begins scorching,
Need shoots up, a faithful geyser, doesn’t wait,
Holding on, suddenly enchantment, is torching,
Turning over, mind collapses into coma state,
Why beautiful visions, succumb to empty thought,
Power beyond adrenaline, assaults our senses,
Prismatic needs challenge of mind sought,
Then Multifaceted beauty,
delusional images explode over my lenses,
Love emerges, floating, seeping in like a cloud,
Pain quickly gone, never was there, joy unrestraint,
Smiling, loving, laughing aloud,
Ecstasy holds this coma without lament,
Rolling over in my rest,
The cycle repeats all night,
This two sided coin the unceasing test,
Yet a colorful painted sky comforts with first light.
I pray you’re real, I love you.
Emerging from the Shadows
We have wrapped ourselves in the warmth of the open hearth
As darkness has fallen like a curtain over a sky
Filled with brilliantly shining stars--
Shadows of trees silhouette against the half-light
As we mourn the loss of our loved one;
Life does go on--
Painful memories shake themselves loose,
A moment comes when the door opens
And the future comes strolling in;
We have learnt to harmonize ourselves
With the rhythm of life--
Slowly we have awakened
From a darkness long untouched by sleep;
It is time to emerge from the shadows--
Realizing we are never again
To while away the hours with you,
So we have shut the door properly upon the past.
Emerging Path, Hope And Its Bountiful Harvest
From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below
Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow
Glowing under ravishing rays of midnight moon
Her heart all a flutter, love's spell that month of June
When she thought, would its most cherished touch arrive
Seeding again, her soul, her dreams, her being alive
Heaven above, with its galaxies adorning
How she prayed for an end to her deep mourning
And with trust, she began to again new love feel
Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel
Emerging path, hope and its sweet bountiful gifts
That caressing hand, ecstasy that so uplifts.
From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below.
Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow.
And with trust, she began to again new love feel.
Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2022
Sonnet,
( From Within Bountiful Harvest Of Hope, A Dream Thus Born )
Note:
Verses born upon a too soon waking
Wherein awaits morn's glorious breaking
Into life, its sweet magnificent glow
Birthed from blessings of what true love sows.
As Cool Winds Grace Soft Emerging Twilight
Where dawn and dew laden green meadows meet
earth hosts visitors from fading skies.
All our wide world tis but Nature's blank sheet
yielding to song and newly birthed life cries.
Sun conspires with Nature's creating hands
cool winds grace the soft emerging twilight.
Love, light and joy races across these lands
as hope's sweet wishes explode into sight.
As sunbeams stare into glass windowpanes
man wakes to beautifully crafted scenes.
Erased are his sad and dark dreamed night stains
sought now, life living well by any means.
Where dawn and dew laden green meadows meet
All our wide world tis but Nature's blank sheet.
Robert J. Lindley , 11-19-2016
Form- Sonnet
Written for- My Poem A Day Thread
A new day of spring in cool breeze sprints
As gentle winds glide with joy on their wings
Swaying gracefully from blossoming trees
Whistling in meadows of emerging green
Dawn welcomes me while rising up drizzling
Gathering in puddles and rushing in streams
Playing hide and seek with glimpses of sun
Roaming darkened vistas on cloudy horizon
As winter's end hears the call of my garden
Resurgence it sees of perennial vegetation
Dreaming of budding cherry blossom flowers
Blooming among lilacs, lavender and purple
Happily you smile in exuberance that enlivens
Lakes and the rivers, and season's aspirations
For you've heard the chatter of nesting birds
And buzz of honeybees relishing sweet nectar
When darkness cedes to golden bright sunrise
Mauve tinges soften the cobalt blue skyline
As sun's glow blushes in purview of your eyes
Scattering pink desires on fervid orange skies
March 28, 2019
Placed 1st: Strand choice N contest by Brian Strand
Trace the penumbra
For silhouette shapes the form
Into clarity,