Best Exulting Poems
CELESTE
A bevy of wavelets rushes to the shore
while on peach coastline, this quietude I feel,
Under the alloy of rocks not seen before
A hidden water-world encrypts its frothed zeal.
The dolphin in tungsten leaps, and then again
With a belly raised to a marmalade sky;
And another whirl...free like a rust-toned crane
Breaths in awe, an enchantment is my reply.
To be fed by April’s torches, amber- lit
when lazy boats sail on coral of Celeste…
and coiled tides gather a fragrant melon quilt
exulting my Sunday’s pause… my hours’ fine rest.
Silent One's united Colors, Orange
Optimistic orange--uplifting, rejuvenating
3/4/2016
11 syls per line
Golden rays filter through rustling red leaves
Oscillating fall colors to rhythms of evening
Amid sounds exotic as animals roam freely
Deep into wilderness, where rare birds sing,
Where trees groove merrily to musical winds,
Whirling, weaving motifs of autumnal glee;
While leisurely they stroll, exulting playfully,
Exchanging stolen looks of notions romantic,
Divulging, without words, secret love-missives
Lying dormant, yet simmering for some time,
Virgin passions strumming enamored minds
Revealing now openly, fervent beats of life.
“Oh! how I wish” she says, “to live in a cabin,
lingering timelessly, savoring realm pristine,
of blazing autumn prairies, burbling streams,
wandering to spring reveling your company;”
As moonlit vibes sparkle, love in bashful eyes,
Rejoicing first-ever kiss, blissful in paradise.
January 3, 2023
Placed 7th: Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing.
Based on quote 7 above.
Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree Etudes and Elegy Ensembles
Frolicking to Free verse Folk songs and Footle Foxtrots
Galavanting to Ghazal Gavottes
Humming harmonies to a Haiku Hip Hop
Inhaling Italian sonnet Instrumentals
Jiving to a Jueje Jig
Keeping time to a Kyrielle Khaliji*
Lolling to a Limerick Lullaby
Marching to a Monorhyme Minuet
Napping to a Narrative Nocturne
Ovations for an Ottava Rima Overture and Ode Opera
Praising a Pantoum Polonaise
Quieting my quarters with a Quatrain Quadrille
Rollicking to Rondeau Rondos and Rhyme Royal Rhapsodies
Singing to Sonnet Sonatas and Sapphic Stanza Symphonies
Tapping toes to a Triolet Trio and a Tanka Tango
Unwinding to an Urban Sonnet Unison
Vocalizing a Villanelle Villanella
Whistling with a Waltz Wave Waltz
eXulting in Yaltos and Zikets
// Lines consist of a verb, a poetry form, and a musical form //
*Khaliji = modern contemporary music of Central and Eastern Arabia
Oh! how gems sparkle from glinted morning dew
Wooing your view, amber rays peeking through,
Enamoring jubilation as missives of love I renew
On halo of golden sun inscribing ovations anew
Blushing purple hues, scintillating skyline blue,
Venerating day precious~ my stellar gift for you.
Arrayed in crystal vase are red-roses you adore
Where silken petals gleam, evoking springs of yore,
In bouquet of our memories exulting evermore,
For you are the love-blossoms my passions implore
Titillating heart today, tomorrow, and forever;
Answering my prayer, you’re life’s holy endeavor.
Birds gently awakened you strumming your song
As cadence of my soul, extolling you sings along,
For endearing is the appeal buoyant on your zeal
Soothing me in your bliss, forlorn tears you heal,
My cheerful theme you are, deity of eternal glee,
You are my voice of poetry, exhilarating as can be.
Fabulously shines your smile on splendor of today
As dreams satiated replay waltzing rhythms of ballet
When lyrical praises of lifelong allegiances convey:
You are the guitar my heartbeats ceaselessly play,
You are the harmonics, tunes of symphonies sway
In chorus of heart’s music celebrating your birthday.
September 4, 2021
Poem of the day on September 6, 2021
Placed 3rd: Premium contest--A poem to your spouse
Sponsor: Funom Makama
The Nefarios Scream
Camping in isolated lands of parks and creeks
Untold experiences of adventurous beauty
Nefarious acts eclipse joys of freedom
Blowing up cars to bar any escape
Tents knifed through in the darkness of the night
Wakening frightened sleepy eyed tourists
Throats slit of those who rebel and abuse
Serial killer chases the gutsy that escaped
Muffle the defiant eye to jab out screams
Clanging chains, barrelled guns, hammers et al
Adorn his barricaded blood stained dungeons
Adventures in foreign land turn uglier than nightmares
Destinations of destined stumbled into zones horrific
Families and lovers pine with unrequited inquiries
Investigators baffled over the ambiguous maniac
Who finger by finger tortured the life out of tourists
Exulting over his power of creating a world of zombies
A bomb he carried to blow up the next tourist van
Helpless travellers plea's rippled his blood
Slow and steady steps he came closer to van
An unseen rattler uncoiled rattling his next step
Hissing his breath away in the loudest scream
Balveen Cheema
September 20, 2015
Contest: The Dark and Twisted
Sponsor: Nathan D
I'm
I extol your virtues.
I lean back,exulting at
your innovation and
achievements.
A dream come true-I
salute you.
I salute your inventive
Mind.
Paragon of excellence.
An out-let for display of
emotions and feelings in
tangible form.
Limitless quiver
housing the enlightened
expanding arrows.
Your ship of knowledge
ferry talents from
obscurity to lime-light.
Giving preference to no
race or gender.
I salute you sunlight of
poets.
A safe haven for
wandering minds-
bringing imaginations to
reality.
Kudos! I pray:
The spread of night
shall not over-shadow.
Priam's pride to history's dust consigned
Our Gift of Horse had done it's deed
With spoils of war, exulting, we unfurled our sail
Twelve ships set hopes to land on Ithaca's shore
Our gift of horse had done it's deed
Great misery was deemed our lot
Twelve ships set hopes to land on Ithaca's shore
Politics of gods had doomed us from the start
Great misery was deemed our lot
First was a tryst with the Lotus-Eating men
Politics of gods had doomed us from the start
Odysseus' grit was what saved us then
First was a tryst with the Lotus-Eating men
Next came Polyphemus of the Cyclopean eye
Odysseus' grit was what saved us then
Betrayed and blinded was Poseidon's son
Next came Polyphemus of the Cyclopean eye
In anguish the giant did his father call
Betrayed and blinded was Poseidon's son
The furious Sea-God heard his call
In anguish the giant did his father call
Poseidon swore to avenge his son
The furious Sea-God heard his call
Nature's fury was wreaked on us
Poseidon swore to avenge his son
As we made landfall on Aeolus' shore
Nature's fury was wreaked on us
As again we set sail with Aelous' gifts
As we made landfall on Aeolus' shore
We let loose the untamed winds
As again we set sail with Aelous' gifts
With storm unabated into the Laestrygons we ran
---- Continued in Part II
Love
ecstatic, enthusiastic
blazing, burning, exulting
winks, smiles, rejection, dislike
Numbing, frustrating, misleading
Passiveness, Indifference
Apathy
Nayda Ivette
10-11-2015
O gentleman, o gentleman! don't fear the work is done.
You've held you're own (eyes closed) you definitely won.
You succeeded on landing, left the bar exulting
You bought the drink and supplied the vessel of your daring.
But my heart, my heart, my heart!
White sheets spotted red
Where on the bed I coldly lie
heartbroken, battered, dead.
O gentleman, o gentleman, you rise when you hear your cell,
The deed is done, you rose and won, but now it loudly trills.
Expect no flowers, expect no wreaths, you lady has come a-crowing
For you she calls, her beckoning thighs, her eager body yearning.
Here lover, handsome man
Come lay down your sweet head.
Pray was a dream of mine last night
Now I'm heartbroken, battered, dead.
The gentleman does not answer, he motions me be still.
He'll never crave my touch again, no more kisses does he will.
He takes this round, his satisfaction done
His brazenness meant his object won.
Exult you catch with ringing bells
But I shall keep my bed
Here I shall mourn your lies
heartbroken, battered, dead.
Only when lions have historians
will hunters cease being heroes
we are one nation, one family, indivisible
for us, divorce or separation are not options
Though Blacks first stepped foot in the Americas, in 1518
"racial barriers broken" time passes, but love endures
racial rifts, "tearing at the heart of America"
"clean your house of racism", "America"
racism is a sickness, that may never go away
there's no color in love
the ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won
the port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting
Afro American history; the record of a race
of indomitable people surviving the diaspora
where do we go from here!
we move united into the future
Only when lions have historians
will hunters cease being heroes
we are one nation, one family, indivisible
for us, divorce or separation are not options
Though blacks first stepped foot in the Americas, in 1518
racial barriers broken, time passes,but love endures
racial rifts, tearing at the heart of America
clean your house of racism, America
Racism is a sickness that may never go away
there's no color in love
the ship has whethered every rack, the prize we sought is won
the port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting
African American history; the record of a race
of indomitable people surviving the diaspora
where do we go from here!
we move united into the future
I still feel you in the summer meadows
we walked
and in thoughts that shape
prayers without words.
I watched you
staggering, panting,
exulting.
You shone like a cartwheel of light
in my soul.
And, oh, your tired bones
beneath that illusion,
your shape still glowing.
First I ignored your now-body
ranked with blood and fear.
Blindfolded, I passed you by…
then turned back.
Underneath a blank voiceless sky
I felt your heart tremble,
felt its old persistent music.
Beyond logic, beyond hope.
Twitching feet stilled
to the sound of my voice,
your face fell against my shoulder.
A smile lightning you up…
And once again I knew you.
And you died.
It was a day without pain,
though I knew pain would follow,
like an old dog that will never leave.
But it did not matter.
That was the day I decided
to be happy,
thinking that happiness may be
the only thing you wanted from me,
the only gift I can still give you.
How else could you have seen
the dragonfly dancing over the garden pond,
the flash of iridescent blue beneath its wings, quick as a breath, how else
could you see it dart, then hesitate
above the green water,
as if it gave pleasure deliberately?
How could you perceive the sunset
falling between tall trees, that old stillness,
then the vermilion leaves startling
in a call of delight, how could you receive
that golden moment when a skein of geese
across the sky disappeared into the light,
except through me?
A re-post of poem 939895 that mysteriously disappeared from PS...
The early morning darkness oozes melancholy whispers
as enraged storm clouds enfold me in a final deathly embrace.
She has come for me.
I can feel her breathy torment
breathe cold upon my beleaguered brow.
A cautious glimpse through my bedroom window
reveals the rage in her nictating blue eyes.
Frozen to my pillow I watch in terror.
Her minacious exhalations mesmerizing me.
Like a beautiful child giddily watching weightless seeds
float gently from blown Dandelions,
I watch transfixed,
as blinding fury strips leaves from trees,
breaking limbs like snapping bones.
The canopy twists in distorted grimaces
her demented smile mirrored in each pained contortion,
her wail echoed in the screams of trees.
They bend and turn and pull their roots from the soil
in vain attempts to escape her wrath.
She has come for me!
There is no escape.
A swirling dance of death and destruction,
bleeding droplets assail the glass.
A thousand tiny fingers tapping, scratching,
try to gain entrance into my final safe haven.
I can feel her drawing ever closer,
hovering above me,
sniggering,
her passion tempting me,
seducing me,
exulting in her conquest for she knows I can’t resist,
draining from me my heart,
my love,
my life.
Her cold dead fingers reach for me in my dream,
stealing my essences, draining my soul,
leaving nothing,
a dying husk of what once was an ebullient life, a caring man.
Then through the night a ray of brilliant light beams hope against darkness.
The angel appears.
Her words beckon me to fight against the demon,
the seductress, the succubus.
encouraging me,
caressing me,
With her agile wit and calm caring mind
she soothes me.
She comes for me,
and I await her eagerly.
Her laughter like the tinkle of sweet bells
vanquishes my night terror, waking me from my dream.
She comes for me,
and I melt longingly into her comforting willowy embrace
as the ravaging misery fights its final battle,
destroying all that it can.
With one last desperate breathe it screams curses into the night,
while my sweet angel strokes me with her words
and her beautiful blue eyes flash a brummagem smile.
09/15/2017
Spring is the most adored of all the lovely seasons,
its starts with blossoms, then ends with flowers;
in solitary landscapes the curious mind wonders
captured by beauty, it seeks the hidden mysteries!
Summer lets our sun reach the wondrous Celestial Sphere,
and standing over the extreme Zenith, it brightens everything;
sails and ships are seen in every sea and ocean glittering,
soothing breeze turns into a rapturous wind ready to interfere!
Fall has its own idyllic charm changing the green landscapes,
towards sunset they blend with the russet of the deep woods
unable to distinguish which is sky or earth that has no roads;
take an evening stroll and explore the bliss of sheer loveliness!
Winter is the bearer of calmness and profound reflection,
all the sound are hushed, even the farthest stars appear;
and who doesn't love this season of snow and redemption?
Look at the magnificent heavens, sigh to release each fear!
Written on 4/7/2016
A dragon once saved my soul by giving me a heart, for my love, my magic was sincere.
I was trained in her enchantments, secrets learned in one lifetime briefly forgotten.
A real darkness once clouded my minds third eye.
The memory of that day would not stay away, in time she knew it would rise.
The mystery still carried, her love belonging, a guiding voice whispering.
Hearts never dying has kept me strong, my will never surrendering.
With my magic slowly releasing, my powers increasing, my true self is becoming known.
The lessons, the tests, becoming clear.
For there she still lays hiding, watching from the sky away from the unseeing eye.
The pleasure rises, to feel the breezes wavering from her silvery wings.
It embraces me, touches my skin.
A Knight Rider searches for the soul she saved, for he too carries a heart.
With her crafting she tied us together.
An existing bond that will last the ages, hearts forever drumming as one.
Find me, he has not, imaginably lost in these modern times, I must assume our tests are not done.
He will be aroused to uncover me;once exposed he will know where to find the key.
Discovering a life of sadness forever left to fading.
Souls will stop wandering;hearts will be exulting, tears of loneliness no longer falling.
The dragons passions will then be allowed to reign.
Our souls, our dragon's heart will permit us to find loves solutions.
The enchanted hearts who have found each other, we will be each other's keepers.
As the twin hearts souls are dancing, the magic will be set free.