Best Filigree Poems
A pale, ghostly moon rises
at night when the day is done.
And orange and tangerine
get bled from a crimson sun.
Space is draped in black velvet,
pinned with galaxies of light.
And swirls of gold filigree
confetti the dark of night.
Twirling pulsars and quasars
provide rhythm, spinning in place.
And in this cosmic ballet,
gravity maintains the pace.
Mars ascends in shades of red;
evoking passion and praise.
Securing Her rightful place;
Venus appears through the haze.
And shooting stars fizzle out
within the blink of an eye.
For the kingdom of magic
is as near as the night sky.
~ window between us,
your breath freezes like fine lace ...
goodbye's frigid fringe ~
~ Frost
by
design
~ delicate,
crafted in the night,
dainty — like lacy handiwork
~ inspirational, like twisted wire, a story told —
details meted out behind heaven’s door, with peculiarities that we adore
~ O
please
inspect
windowpane
crystalline effects ~
~ seraphic white silver and gold —
the finest craftsmanship, twisted with Eden’s treasure ~
filigree beads of angelic hoary-breath, reminders of the invisible God
~ Rime
clings
to soil,
inspired world —
embraced by cold hands ~
fragile tendrils spread like ivy,
intricate cherubic smithing — like spider webbing,
subtleties sensational, O how it sparkles ~ seasonal diamondiferous earth
1/24/2018
The Magic Of Three
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Fibonacci (8 lines) x 3 = 24 lines(pattern- 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 syllables)
I saw a dragonfly today
Skimming over the surface of a still pond
It’s beauty reflecting the light
Colours of blue, green opalescent delight
It’s wings fluttering as it flew effortlessly
It’s a sample of nature in full silent flight
It dances weaves, glides and hovers with ease
I wish this dragonfly was me flying freely
On a filigree wing so peacefully
I have a case of nature and creation envy
Yet can you blame me.
Fanciful filigree faerie frolics
Garnishing grateful glittery gardenias
Heavenly hope heralding
Iridescent illusions imagining
joyous jumbled jubilation
A walled in pond with trees draped with moss
brighten by a warm predawn glow
Two sisters sit on a small stone clearing
keeping secrets of their own
that can never be lost
A gleam of awe on their lovely faces
an open gold filigree chest they hold
Lustrous pearls once worn by their grandmother
they hold dear ,treasured and old they’ve been told
Believing in dreams
their destiny might bring forth
and the magic of
the bond between sisters love
that can by no means be lost
8/13/2016
Poem was written in tribute to Broken Wings with the inspiration of her poems;
Clarity In A Treasure Box
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/clarity_in_a_treasure_box_804717
The Pearl Necklace
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_pearl_necklace_794952
It Takes Four - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Written with the four forms listed below and in this order
Crystalline - 2 lines 9/8 syllables, unrhymed
Kimo - 3 lines 10/7/6 syllables, unrhymed
Quatrain - 4 lines, line 2 and 4 rhyme, lines with similar number of syllables
Tanka - 5 lines, 5/7/5/7/7 syllables, unrhymed
I have a deep true love and bond with winters cold,
born among snowflakes filigree;
though, I adore all seasons that unfold,
it is me- who holds my life's master key.
I just love spring and all her pretty colours bright,
and like autumn for leaves set free;
oh, so many kinds of love that delight,
born among snowflakes filigree.
Oh, this journey is short and I dream of it each night,
it is me- who holds my life's master key;
though not easy . . . for living is an endless fight,
just keeping love found is my plea.
I loved my wonderous parents a millionfold,
born among snowflakes filigree;
though, they rest in a cemetery old,
and it is me- who holds my life's master key.
God has blessed me with love pure gold,
and grandma's love I will ever hold;
treasured my sister and childhood pony,
my brother's bravery and grandpa's tea.
I felt passion, desire, yearning and romance,
true love was my reality;
so, on marriage we took a chance,
and holding our baby was just a glance.
Born among snowflakes filigree,
now, love waves from Heavens threshold;
and it is me- who holds my life's master key.
I also have an unconditional love for friends and pets,
the key . . . is love with kindness like a jewel;
it is devotion, endearment that has no regrets,
love is never resentful, arrogant or cruel.
Born among snowflakes filigree,
with God's love shining in all my sunrises and sunsets,
and it is me- who holds my life's key;
so, take a chance as this life has no "love" guarantee.
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August 21, 2022
Poetry/Ballad/Born Among Snowflakes Filigree
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1482-523-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The Meaning of Love
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 08/27/2022
Third Place
Jack
Frost
arrives
Feather like
patterns have appeared
all over my bedroom windows
My frozen fingers trace the swirling fern like patterns
as I gaze intensely at the sparkling crystalline formation on the window panes
Warm
breath
melts a
small section
of filigree ice
Rivulets of icy water
trickle down the glass. I wipe away condensation
and peer out onto my lawn, which is scintillating with delicate crystals of ice
I
step
onto
frosted grass
and can hear it crunch
with each stride I make on the lawn
Low winter sun is shining and I am enchanted
by a delicate gossamer spider’s web glistening with beads of ice white diamonds
Each stanza 54 syllables checked with how many syllables
The Magic of Three Contest:- Sponsored by Broken Wings
01/27/18
~*~
Clouds of twisting filigree
Azure sky entwined, tangled
Soft, delicate, billowing
A lace hammock in the sky
~*~
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August 29, 2012
Free Verse/Filigree Clouds
Copyright Protected, ID 08- 417-023-29
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest Hammock of Sky In Tanaga
Sponsored by, nette onclaud, Judged 09/11/2012
Sixth place
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Featured poem October 26, 2014
The gray haze of autumnal fog drenches the leave-strewn grass.
Trance-like, lain within the wet air, like babies breath, the leaves fall.
A soft, damp, blanket of gold, filigree,
edges the green cloak of the Mother,
Her garb lays adorned with a pointed patterns of earthly stars.
Warmed so, by the abundance of her children;
caressed by the love of the Father, beloved, the Mother yawns....
stirring the leaves, yet again, the leaves arise.
Filigree
Celtic Filigree
Graceful filigree unbroken
Weaves a tracery
With strands entwined
Like a whisper from the misty isles
Woven into whorls of melodic unity,
Indivisible spirals of the eternal three,
Thin harp strings of crisscrossed swirls
Weaving lyric filigree
Delicate fine threads elaborate
Earth, water, fire in legends
Of scholar saints and mystics –
Erin’s braided shield
Two hearts intertwined into infinity
As a king’s wisdom brings a benediction
Of enduring life
That reaches back into the dusty kells
Of rosettes in oak roots interlinked
Plaited knotwork - no beginning and no end -
Echoes eons of captured grace
In continuous mystical contours
2-14-23
Contest: Writing Challenge – F Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
There are several well-known Celtic knots including Knotwork, The Trinity Knot, the Dara Knot, Solomon’s Knot and the Love Knot.
One of the meanings of “kells” is cocoon or chrysalis
Frost Like Filigree
Frost filigree, superb can be
as nature weaves crystal delights.
With varied lacey forms, we see
sculpture sparked by lights.
'Neath sun or moon, artwork alights;
the glistened shapes show artfully
presenting joy within our sights.
Ice clings, designs so perfectly,
as each drop freezes and unites
to form creative artistry...
sculpture sparked by lights.
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Frost filagree, can't always please
as nature weaves her dark displays;
a fireman works in 'teen degrees
caught in icy-glaze.
As hoses combat the hot blaze
the water flows to quickly freeze.
'Tween flames of fire and ice he stays.
Thick lacey chunks his helmet seize
and turns his gear to frozen phase.
So many nights spent ill at ease
caught in icy-glaze.
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Frost filagree presents some scenes
of icy sculptures that bring pain,
for left without heat often means
leaving home again.
Poor tenants live with heat arcane
that fails when wintertime convenes;
so often help is sought in vain.
Abandoned rooms with icy sheens...
frost filagree, a massive plane.
This winter wonder now demeans...
leaving home again.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: The Magic of Three
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 02/11/2018
I walk lonely in the garden of my dead mother,
down paths frozen with song birds in trees;
my coat is of mourning black,
my heart is shattered-
Filigree snowflakes,
fall . . .
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March 17, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Filigree Snowflakes Fall
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1004-571-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, A Melting Snowball
Sponsor Line Gauthier ( Snowball Poetry )
Third Place
Used descending words 10, 8 6, 4, 2, 1
The cherub of love pierces my filigree heart – now passion reveals
2/7/18
amorphous diamonds
scattered across evening sky ~
finest filigree