Best Ferny Poems
This Life
From a child taught Catholic creed,
drilled, drilled into me by school nuns;
those teachings will never recede,
but, since those days I have lived tons.
Spirituality, is life,
I found this on my long journey;
and when life stabs me with her knife,
I seek the deep green and ferny.
In the silence of a forest,
I contemplate all chosen paths;
in the peace of a birds chorus,
yet, still I feel the sting of wraths.
With a mindset of courage, strength,
and a moral way of thinking;,
and a soul with great depth and length,
I just face this twisted life unblinking.
My Next Life
I can see a girl in shadows,
she looks like me but is not me;
I will find her in death's repose,
and will awaken as this she.
In afterlife, I am reborn,
to a unique language spoken;
odd rituals to welcome morn,
I find symbols of God broken.
My past life is gone and erased,
I have no emotions at all;
there is no sorrow to be faced,
no friends, no lovers to enthrall.
This new life a bottomless void,
I wonder for this place called Earth;
for here I am a humanoid,
maybe, maybe on my rebirth.
As Our Breath Flows, Here and Now
So, having considered all this,
I think I will embrace living;
seeking serenity and bliss,
total acceptance and giving.
I am okay with the fast pace,
and will be the best I can be;
for the Lord will provide me grace,
life a puzzle given to me.
I will weep and mourn when I must,
will hold to my heart memory;
write words to release as stardust,
and treasure each sweet reverie.
And when death comes to claim this girl,
let me repose deep in my grave;
beneath blue sky where the clouds swirl,
and lay roses like a red wave.
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December 8, 2021
Poetry/Quatrain/Doublethink Beliefs
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1411-921-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Doublethink Beliefs
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 12/31/2021
First Place
Categories:
ferny, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Since a small child, I have been one with Earth,
Green winding tendrils have captured my very heart;
I would follow my father with innocent mirth,
A love for nature and earth was my start.
And into the deep, earthy green we would journey,
I still hike forests and feel the connection;
Meandering I caress the green, mossy and ferny,
I often drop to my knees for a better inspection.
Fallen leaves and flora of the forest decay,
Feeding the soil and make it strong and fertile;
Wildflowers grow reaching and I gather a bouquet,
And hidden in the undergrowth is a turtle.
All in life depends on the earth and its health,
We must all protect what we have for the future;
It is more important than possessions or wealth,
Into the green I go for tranquility to capture.
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March 8, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Ebb of Life - Earth Element
Copyright Protected, ID 16-765-177-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Elements Part 1: Earth
sponsor, Brian Davey
Fourth Place
Categories:
ferny, earth,
Form:
Rhyme
Mother’s Giving Nature
At the dawning of the day
Layered greens flashed through gold
The folds in Mother’s skirts
Every creature does behold
Her mass sparkling blue
Above as below mountains
Frilled in ferny lace or capped white
As snow.
No other quite so acquiescent -
To us her children she gives purely with love
Each tiny detail of nature hers to present
Bountiful gifts she bestows upon us daily
Not least seven seas and stars up above.
When night falls
Evening attire our Mother does wear
Shimmering crown to ankle
In moon lit despair
Fear not Mother dear for your children do bear
The darkening skies and nip to the air
Lost in layers of comfort and night
Grateful to be held in your wondrous might
Categories:
ferny, earth, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Photography is a visual expression,
I love capturing images frozen in time;
Sometimes, I snap close-up details of the flowers,
I stroll city streets searching for the sweet sublime.
I love capturing images frozen in time,
photography is an adventure and journey;
Love going on hikes in the city and nature,
I am often stalking wildlife on paths ferny.
Sometimes, I snap close-up details of the flowers,
I am developing my own personal style;
emptying my wallet for photographic gear,
and find photographing architecture worthwhile.
I stroll city streets searching for the sweet sublime,
finding inspiration in statues and old tombs;
not in a morbid way but as an expression,
I feel so creative when my camera zooms.
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February 13, 2019
Poetry/Quatrain/Photography: A Journey Creative
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1114-485-13
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
Categories:
ferny, art, creation, image,
Form:
Quatrain
Her hair- black as a raven’s breast
Eyes glowing through orbs of green
She dances covertly in the dark of night
Where not another soul is seen
Warbling a haunting, enchanted tune
Chanting, dancing around the fire
Under light of a full October moon
Questions lie on lips to desire
Is she malevolent or benevolent?
Never a soul has been so bold
To tell their story... too hesitant!
She possesses many powers, many tales
Lifting her hands as she chants
Red mist swirling, twirling behind her veil
Eyes brightening in orbs of green
Chilly mist crawling over her skin
Under an oak tree dancing unseen
Cloaked under her crimson, blood red shawl
Strange sounds and names uttered
As she boldly dances, chanting out her call
Wild, fierce, bold and free
Like a chameleon she changes
In red blazing firelight so unseen
Suddenly, the ground shakes with deafening roar
Bursts of electric blue, beam above her head
Voltaic forces join, shaking earth’s woodland floor
Down the path, robes flowing, blowing in the breeze
Many forces about, electrifying ground and air
Gathering together, chanting, dancing under the trees
Many denizens of this land astound
Warlocks and witches cast their magic here
As their caldron bubbles over ground
They come together from lake and fen
Here they meet from darkened lair
Ferny dells and rocky dens
“Make room”, they call in pitch black night
Bringing many potions to mix them well
Taking wool, wand, bone and eyes, what a fright!
Casting out and about their magic spell
Mixing tooth and tongue and nail
Under fire, water, earth and dung
They mix the caldron, hold the flail
Hemlock, henbane, adder’s blood
Chanting out, “By thee we bound upon this road"!
Suddenly the spell’s been cannily brewed
Using blood, eyes and tongue of a toad
As quickly as they came, they hastily leave
Departing thru forest dark, entering private glades
Leaving once again, only to return
On another chilly October full moon eve
"Merry Meet", they all say, as they make haste to flee
Then they'll secretly meet once again...
Where they’ll chant and mix another magic urn
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Categories:
ferny, fantasy, seasons, night, green,
Form:
Rhyme
The snowy mountaintops at the distance
Long trodden ways criss-crossing my momentary dreams
I perch upon the wings of poetry, my engrossing passion
I reach there Edmund, Tenzing Norgay smiling at me
Days after day I trudge along
The paths of reality, hundred hands raised towards me
Caressing me like thirsty leeches
Stripping me of all soothing loneliness
My loneliness set in a distressing trajectory
I run and run to grab it, to hold it close to my bosom
Yet it escapes my outstretched arms, an imp
Grinning mischievously at my weary soul
My dream sets me on a misty hike
The forests ferny floor, the towering trees
I leap and bound over peaks after peaks
I clutch at soft underbellies of a cloudlet
I stand on a white sunny snowcapped peak
My wings feel a strong urge to soar and soar and soar
My entity finally gives in to my Casanova solitude
Categories:
ferny, dream, fantasy, heaven,
Form:
Lyric
Be it a tiny butterfly flutters near wild flowers
Or big fat flying foxes hanging off the lofty trees
Be it a family of bulbuls relishing showers
Or a mischievous monkey devours fruits, smiling with glee
Be it a single purple heron awaiting the dawn
Or the nonchalant coots floating in the tranquil pool
Be it a herd of deer inhabits the engrossing lawn
Or the picturesque peahens thrash out to frame novel rules
Migrant birds' air trails while enduring perilous journey
Gymnastics of endemic egrets in the evening sky
Wonderful wild flowers glisten amidst the shrubs ferny
And the serene water birds in lake, the feast for the eyes
Intermingled with animals out there in forest wild
Every little birds and mammals make our earth revive
Mar -03-2022
Categories:
ferny, animal, bird, butterfly,
Form:
Sonnet
The foliage unruffled, the tree trunks utterly baffled
The reign of darkness all along
A nightly hoot of owl, the occasional growl
Of a tiger bold and strong
The silence of night, the crescent moon’s light
A play of light and dark
The serene nature sleeps a strange fever creeps
The homebound wings of a lark
An eerie silence reigns in the forest now.
A few huts of people living in this forest
Can be seen at the distance. The faint light spilled
Through the roofs is busy in hiding its scantiness;
Though darkness and silence of the forest are extending
A sympathetic hand to it. A baby cries, its mother cradles
The new-found affection gently, gently, it is bound to be
Lulled into sleep whereas all the leaping flames
Circle the mother and baby in an enchanted dance
The morning glows in stranger shine. The ferny floor
All teeming with greedy shadows; the day shows the door
Of immeasurable wealth; they tread invisible ways
To usurpation, primitive hands fail to prevent
Modern cormorants and voracious sharks in complete sway
Timeline
Corpses of trees mutilated arms, legs and breasts bear proof to genocide
Timeline
Huge bulldozers mechanical drone flourish of contemptuous tide
Timeline
Herds of cattle lead an impeccable people’s exodus
Timeline
The forest relegates into history, a state-of-the art mall shows its class
…………
Timeline
Categories:
ferny, earth, environment,
Form:
Ballad
Whoz standing besides me?
None, neither God nor she.
Am I a solitary human
I don't have a single friend.
I stand still, but your tears kill
None holding me, with no skill
No life to live, still lot to find
Neither front nor hind..
Alone I walk the journey
Amidst joy and sorrow
As the thirsty crow
Collecting the scattered ferny.
Categories:
ferny, heartbreak, heartbroken, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Romanticism
SILLY BUT NICE
Is there anybody there said the traveler
Knocking on the moonlit door
But only a host of golden daffodils were there
On the forest’s ferny floor
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of July
And summers lease hath all too short a date
The dancing daffodils made no reply
So the tale ended cos the traveler couldn’t wait
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Note
This is genuinely ALL my own composition. Some of my lines have been plagiarized by Shakespeare, Wordsworth, and De La Mare. I am taking legal action
Categories:
ferny, funny, daffodils,
Form:
Verse
Who turned the taps off so tight?
Let’s dance through the evening
Embrace through the night.
Sip from the fountain, cool
morning sun on our faces,
blinking, so bright.
Laughing, racing
drinking it in. Follow the traces.
Cutting a dash, careless delight
Swish panache, beautiful,
Flashing white
with delicate graces
and quick as a flash –
On with the chases!
Skip with me through the lane.
Sipping tea in the teashop
First drop on the window
Sheltering from the rain.
Strawberries and cream,
Endless chatter
Rivulets race down the pain.
Drinking heady
our lyrical patter.
Whispering secrets, only we know,
No matter. Steady flow.
Little green leaves unfold.
Take my hand and run with me.
Float through the fields
To hide in the wood,
breathless streams of consciousness.
Clothing our bodies in ferny fronds,
setting our passions free.
Resealing the bonds
Stealing moments, understood.
Increasing circles; continuously
respond.
Ready together, releasing the links,
freeing the chain;
safely under the pillow.
We meet in our dreams,
Hand stitching the seams, our
silken bodies, supple as willow.
Drifting vessels remain.
Look through each trickle and drop,
Little liquid beads
Never stop.
Fulfilling our needs.
Don’t turn the tap off too tight,
it starves the soul from inside.
We cannot tell when
We might hitch a ride
on this positivity
Take charge of the fight
and stay with me.
Recognize the gravity.
Come close, hold me tonight.
Restless hearts, we will be,
until then.
Categories:
ferny, emotions, feelings, how i
Form:
Rhyme
I am going on a jungle journey,
and I plunge into a frightening world;
hidden layers of foliage ferny.
Gazing at me is a very strange bird,
I am drenched in adventure and magic;
and I plunge into a frightening world.
A wrong step or move could be so tragic,
pausing, I smell decay and creeping moss;
I am drenched in adventure and magic.
Moon glows on the river like a caress,
gathering water I drench my body;
pausing, I smell decay and creeping moss.
Through the water slithers something spotty,
could be an anaconda- I shiver ...
gathering water I drench my body.
She rises and I see her head hover,
I am going on a jungle journey;
could be an anaconda- I shiver _
hidden layers of foliage ferny.
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April 07, 2022
Poetry/Terzanelle/Into the Jungle
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1446-225-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, An Original Terzanelle
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, NA, Judged 05/04/2022
Categories:
ferny, journey,
Form:
Terzanelle
Marigold
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
Remembering many lavender, silent protons
The moon-flower laughed
I am shorn of their handicraft
I awoke and flung spikes of the cactus
Remembering many grand flora, ferny embroiderers
And so you came gently purring along the grasses
Still is whirring, still is whirring
As of someone gently transferring, transferring
I heard a verbatim, muffled obtaining
And the hollyhocks never cottoning
Much I marveled the bamboo foxglove
As crab grass pushes and shoves
Deep into that darkness sewing
I felt compelled to sniff the mallows
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
As the breeze through leaves against the- - -
Marigolds
4/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
ferny, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, flower,
Form:
Light Verse
Let me take you on a journey
To this beautiful space and time
It's well beyond this ferny
Where mother nature has assigned
To the entrance we now venture
Through an avenue of bluebell bloom
For my senses are now in adventure
I'm in capture at her perfume
One can only marvel at her greens
Canopies so high in the sky
Looking down on her carpeted screen
It's a delight to absorb and sigh
When I look back from hence I came
It was a joy to be in her surround
To see it all gone would be such a shame
For her vistas should always abound
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Categories:
ferny, beautiful, color, environment, flower,
Form:
Verse
It seems like I fell off the map on my life journey,
my path has been twisted and quite ferny;
and beauty is concealed . . .
I have learned to dip and dive in life's battlefield,
but this warrior of fate could use a shield;
and perhaps an attorney !
Fate just keeps throwing me off mountains I climb,
I end up in dangerous places most of the time;
I could use a fate guide . . .
So that over oceans and quicksand I could glide,
and face- fate's devious footballs with pride;
life is often lemons and lime !
Wonder, would I find contentment on easy street,
no, I like this journey, music and beat;
I like catching the football . . .
Standing strong and tall when I hit a stonewall,
so, I will play the game and there is a windfall;
I could be an athlete !
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March 9, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Simple Mutterings/Fate
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1002-488-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Categories:
ferny, fate, life,
Form:
Rhyme