Best Falls Poems
If you fall in love with a poet,
he will love you with all his soul.
His ink will be his sword of affection,
his pen your shield of admiration,
your life his poems of devotion -
as your heart dances to his musings.
His words will illustrate the essence of true yearning,
a bond serenading the secret songs in your heart.
Upon the awakening of the mighty golden orb,
like merging colorful horizon hues - without touch,
his tender words will soften your throbbing skin.
He'll make your eyes glow like a million fireflies,
bringing out that secret smile you always hide.
When he holds your hand, you'll not want to let go.
In the realms of pleasure and romance,
where enigmatic enchantment reigns supreme,
you will forget yourself, losing the value of time.
Within the aroma of his unique fragrance,
you'll crave to kiss his every radiating word.
His lyrics will take your darkness,
illuminating life with bright lights.
Upon the sight of twilight,
as you lay gazing at the sky.
You will never see the moon in the same way,
as how it's reflected through his eyes -
there will be no secret to the reality of stars.
A union,
creating legendary scriptures,
surviving beyond the hands of time.
Simple Musing
Silent One
28 October 2020
The poem was inspired by the quote.
Golden light appears in tier after tier
As if Mother Nature were on a spree
Fall's magical splendor each passing year
Transforming the colors of every tree
Colors she chooses are all warmer hues
Flaxen yellow, marmalades and pure reds
Old russet and bright chartreuse to confuse
Over dark forest floors boldly she spreads
Is it winter coming she would deter?
His icy breath blusters as winds blow cold
As in years before — Autumn must demur
Silently wearing her golden blindfold
Like drifting leaves that fall by the roadway
We'll return to life some wonderful day
I don’t know how many millions or billions
Of sparrows there are, but the Father does
How can he know when each sparrow falls?
He knows every detail because
He is infinite and omniscient
He counts every hair on your head
He cares for the lilies and cares for the birds
He makes certain that each one is fed
What do I say to my little girl
On the day that her grandfather dies?
In that silence when we both know he’s not coming back
I hold her and sing as she cries…
He is infinite in his love for you
To prove it he left heaven’s throne
He died on the cross and he rose from the dead
He’s preparing a place for his own
So why should I worry about my life,
Or what I should eat, drink, or wear
Why should I fear what the future may hold?
Just consider the birds of the air
He is infinite and omnipotent
He knows every path that you tread
He cares for the lilies and cares for the birds
And makes certain that each one is fed
When you grieve for a loss or your life’s at a crossroads,
You don’t know which path is God’s way,
Remember his Word says his will for you
Is rejoice and give thanks and to pray
He is infinite in his love for you
To prove it he left heaven’s throne
He cares for the lilies and cares for the birds
How much more does He care for His own?*
*Matthew 6:26 "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"
written 4 Jul 2003
Cascading
Emotions exploding
A deluge of tears flowing freely
Waterfall
From gushing streaming eyes
Diamond dew drops glistening glinting
Plummeting
Churning, deeply plunging
Vertical drop; my heart is breaking
Angel falls
Rainbow clears misty eyes
Sunshine smiles, drying torrent of tears
my name was on for contest - been removed for Rob Carmack's Screwed II contest - awarded 9th place with Rob~
3rd November 2014
Contest:- Some form of Crystalline
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Inspired by "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a leaf that falls,
unmourned, to the distant ground
I paused when I heard a far bird's calls
Magic I'd missed looking down--
royal Autumn leaves danced in gold and red.
This must be where my lonely heart has led.
Opened my eyes to this spellbound place,
and breathed air perfumed by pine.
Then sat near blossom with smiling face,
feeling thoughts and heart align.
I watched grass spinning beneath a tall oak;
heard whispered promises breeze softly spoke.
Head full of dreams, I wandered along
paths worn by many steps before.
Mountain larks welcomed me with a song,
I spied lilacs, bluebells, and more.
Around each corner, surprises await.
I feel my loneliness start to abate.
I happen upon a wayward creek,
sit and watch her bouncing spray,
Bubbling with laughter, just what I seek--
hidden by an oak overlay.
Untethered nature met unquiet heart.
Now I burst with song; can't tell us apart!
September 18,2022
for "I Wandered Lonely As A..." contest
by Natasha L. Scragg
Third Place
Poem of the Week
august sun; is fire blown to forest tree;
still it holds a girl's hot breath in its green
shade; covers
her shadow; just broke off the dark sky;
red-cold; yellow bite; now leafy whispers
mean stems to boughs; broken leaves to will
under her feet, the death
Fall pulls skin on
no flutter on the girl's russet cheeks;
trees never cry so quiet or twist so low,
little-princess verdant crown thrown.
There once was a man from Niagara
whose wiener's so long it would stab ya'
but when it got little
his pills became skittles
until he O.D.'d on Viagra
© ~JSLambert 2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!
A teardrop falls deeply—slicing and aching
hurt twisting knots around the deepest fingers
love you from my heart warmest emotions so
in each kiss of your beauty I feel all of you
worth the suffering and pain that happens
gaining rewards in the end—undiminished love
happiness such a precious gift for us forever
the teardrop falls now freely in your honor
it spills warmly and gently in your name love
as grace is my honor to bear this noble sacrifice
with joy and I find you now my sweetest sunshine
with happiness being my one-way ticket to paradise
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (June 9, 2015)
(Verse)
Echoing
loudly inside my head,
roaring thunder rushing through my veins.
Powers are
chaining me mesmerized,
hypnotizing with a mighty force.
Turbulent
thoughts are racing blindly
spilling into open nothingness.
Crashing down,
only to rise again
as an eternal magical mist.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.27.2014
Nette Onclaud’s Contest:
Some form of Crystalline
Purifying drops
Cascade down the maiden's back
'Neath the falls she bathes
staring back
seemingly motionless
in her thunder she froths at the mouth
whips away
at the serene background
exposes her dominant nature
the tears flow
against a cheek bone hard
that slowly erodes its stoic mask
leaves its mark
a vividly engraved
memory of many summers past
Maurice Yvonne
27~10~2014
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE
At night rapscallions in my head
Refuse the coal that scorches dread
And peace, however light the touch
Calms the seas where dragons rush
The crescent moon, my dreams aglow
With love so pure, pearl ivy grows
Hurried heart that once sought fame
Must kindle hope née shatter shame
Above the sky where angels dwell
My pealing bark in prayer reveals
A moment filled with His relief
When light grows dim
doth vanquish
Grief
02/01/12
1:56am
© All Rights Reserved
Whirling, whirling, whirling along distinctive paths
originating somewhere farther back, beyond the crest. . .
foaming frenzied water (once but mere faint streams
as placid as our souls before we met)
now travels faster, faster,
gaining in strength and intensity.
Beneath the glow of an amber moon,
we, young lovers, lie where we have fallen
in this jasmine-scented night.
In our rapture, we hear the rushing streams converge
and make their sudden dip.
Thundering, thundering, the frothing water falls. . .
Our hearts, like the streams,
have become as one,
pounding, pounding. . .as the beautiful cascade
plunges
plunges
resounding endlessly inside our heart and mind
this splendid night.
Feb 16, 2010
S- sweet and somber is the September breeze
E- energizes the mind and elevates the heart
P- pageant of colors appear as autumn comes to seize
T- temperate turns the weather, as heat does depart.
E- evening sunsets are a beauty to behold
M- making the sky a canvas of colors
B- bringing forth pleasant vistas that unfold
E-each change, giving a promise of bliss that hovers.
R- rustling leaves make a symphony sweet
F- fading beams slant as the sun goes under cover
A- amber steals the show with no other shade to compete
L- lingering warmth gives an occasional feel of summer.
L- leaves gently fall making the ground a mosaic carpet.
S- signs of harvest is glimpsed as berries turn scarlet.
by Michael J Falotico
leaf sprouts on the tree
baby in the carriage sees
full bloom in summer.
young man sits on bench
colors change as time passes
old man holds a leaf
written for the "When" contest