Best Flames Poems
The moon dances
on lonely nights,
to astral beams of
the clear quartz milky way~
I lay in an olive meadow
designed in fragrant
promises,
hidden between thorns
and thistles disguised
as fields of ferns.
Inhaling life, exhaling pain,
as the Universe unravels
a cosmic shadow that
follows hail storms
brewing in my mind.
Whilst Vanilla butterfly
snowflakes swirl
in solitude through dark
December nights,
drizzling shooting stars
upon my poetic heart.
reminding me that
there’s always pastel
colored sunsets waiting
to smear forsaken skies in
feigned wishes and
mistletoe kisses,
that last as long
as inconsistent seasonal
hollow gusts,
thawing glaciers on icy tips
of my fragile fingers,
with fleeting flames
quilting lilac lavenders
into a blanket of happiness.
But weary winds
can pierce
through the strongest
of roots,
and I always knew I was on
my own~
an empress without
an emperor
in an empire of
raging tempests.
Although, nightingales
sing soothing serenades,
oblivious to the sinister
sun that lacks empathy,
enshrouding my
grieving spine
with scorching thick
threads of electric heat,
feeding life above the
emerald waves of time,
there’s no antidote left
in my empty sphere of
familiar faces, with frosty
chivalrous smiles,
I’ve walked through
frozen miles,
cloaked in sparkling silence,
where hopes and faith
died, like ephemeral
colors of northern lights,
within the tilted stage
of my tainted black
and white soul,
releasing a
wounded sigh.
So, don’t question my
invisible wand with
pixie-dust, that
wipes away every murky
cloud, enveloped
in hazy unjust;
I deserve more than
this pantomime of
pretend,
of decayed trust,
where wooded
trees stand empty,
with rosy
lies scribbled in blood,
from envious pens
and sharpened nails,
full of ferocious fire
on forgotten trunks..
In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born
Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)
Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.
Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..
You can do It
No Matter how Daunting the Feat
It might feel UNBEARABLE
Death be Bitter Sweet
Keep in Mind if Flying
Your Landing be Secured
Gravity has No Mercy
It Clear from Newton's law
You can do It
It might be Crazy but it's True
If you actually Conceive It
It is POSSIBLE to do
Never STOP Dreaming
Despite what People Say
You Need to Plan Tomorrow
And What you'll Do Today
You can do It
Hearts Heal along the way
It may be UNFAIR at times
This the Challenge we must face
Always be Conscientious
What you Give comes Back to Pay
In Fires of FAITH and COURAGE
We're Forged in BURNING FLAMES
YOU CAN DO IT
And here I am this lonely, moonless night
All by myself in golden candlelight
The room is still, as I begin to think
My thoughts alone would have me take a drink
But then, I see across the low-lit room
Just what I need to lift me from this gloom
A table stands, three tiers to make a shelf
For picture frames, my family, myself
Each one I see, a simple work of art
By love displayed, each one to touch my heart
For Grandma’s smile, a frame of gilded glow
To warm my purpose more than you could know
A setting formed of jewels, sapphired delight
Surrounds my sweetest mother, dressed in white
My turn on Santa’s knee when I was three
Is mounted red and green, now just for me
My brother’s love, a birthday cake in view
The mem’ries call me, just to name a few
So as my candle flickers its demise
The tears of love and joy now fill my eyes
For could I ever really be alone
Oh, not with all the love that I’ve been shown
I think now as I start to say goodnight
I’ll sleep well with such reverie in sight
A silence without words
no rhyme or verse
The mesmerizing power of the voice
through lyric and lullaby
The feeling that stings in the stomach
White paper and black ink are
engulfed by the flames
Thoughts, sorrow and joy
while, hands resting calmly in the lap
The good dreams are shattered
My soul is crumbling in grief
Like a restless and hungry animal
isolated, unbalanced and lost
Influenced by the words,
the weeping lump begins to grow in the throat
The eyes are red and swollen ... a fiery blow
But I know ... someday
everything will start over again
Those who remain on stage, are left in a meditative state
Away from the light of the morning and rainbow color spectrum
The brain never stops being thirsty ... with wonder and surprise
Give us some nourishment ... for dreams and the imagination
Room for humor - room for seriousness ... I love poetry
20/01/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
If there was no Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
1st place in the contest
Poem Of The Day : 22/01/2020
Twin Flames
one flame flickers blue
as love awakes a journey
connecting a friend
as red flame sparks holding hands
tame harmony remains “Love”
te amo
holding each other
our own little universe
communicating
in a language all our own
burning one unified flame
jet ’aime
flickering flame sings
orange green red blue one soul
passionate love grows
candle ignites luminous
holding my heart existence
I love you
3/4/2016
I love you in Spanish, te amo and France, Jet ’aime
Poetry Contest :Twin Flames
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
With Hot Flames Lapping In Savory Fires
Our worlds were flying so close, side by side
yours in beauty , mine in very deep pain.
Fate, that life painter, caused our great collide
we victims, blessed in our loving gain.
Stars fell apart , crashing of burning sun,
super nova lit our swelling desires.
Our long sweet ride that moment had begun,
hot flames lapping in savory fires.
Your eyes drew me into another dream
your voice angels begged to imitate.
Each touch, my body burning hot steam
nights our senses entered another state.
As time sealed our union in sweetest bliss
memories thus born, gave our love its shine.
Your all , put into every blessed kiss
and you dear heart forever to be mine.
Each morn, sends me into another dream,
the sight of your naked body in bed.
Always enough, to swim there in your stream,
paradise floating in my grateful head.
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 148
Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2016
Written for Teppo's contest..
WRITTEN TO THIRD SONG. Speak Softly Love-- by Andy Williams,
During a solitary December blizzard in a Himalayan monastery-- a storyteller's humming enchants me. A distant moonlit snowflake blazes melodious stories, with no listeners, sprinkling rhythms in universe only for pilgrims seeking them. Faith lights up my immortal muse.
Under gleaming snow
flames of my muse resurrect;
survive life's blizzards
~~A memoir from my journey
May 31, 2020
Rhymes And Reasons Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
~Winner: Honorable Mention
They called her the Fire Woman
for wherever there was fire
she was there
In the Fall
when all
the brush needed clearing
in Spring
when everything
else needed to be burned
she showed up, smiling
beguiling flames
to her beck and call
Her tall, brown-skinned frame
'though lean and weathered
and stooped a bit
was still powerful and somewhat
imposing- not so much in
her physical presence
as in her demeanor
and the silent
sparkle
in her amber eyes
as if embers
from the flames
were in her spirit
and fire itself was in her soul
She was old
no one knew her exact age
or much about her
except that she loved
to play with fire
and it fell and rose
to her every whim
No one could lay claim
to controlling fire
but her...
and then him-
A strange romance
between the Fireman
and the Fire Woman began
a love that revolved and
flickered around
their common passion
for flames
one who started fires and
one who put them out
without a doubt
it was intense heat
that drew them together
But unlike young lovers
who easily get burned
they were slow and steady
patiently tending
their home fires
taking care to control
and manage the blaze to
gently keep it going, and not
let it get too cool or too hot, but
just right for a brisk, chilly night
Two old flames
burning toward the end of life
keeping each other
from the cold
you're my dusk-soothe, O sun smoke
this unwedded rose weeps love ~
a poem, with soulmate blooms …
my muse…twin-flame m o
o n …
~ Contest Name : Let’s do it!
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
The day when poem saw the light : 11/08/26
flames
leaping
circling night
lighting dark paths
torch
Gliding hands dancing on your spine
Playing melodies in your hair
Soft kisses delights in making discoveries
I see your soul clearly
I seize your face gently reflections shine
within the mind softly brushing
deeply plays a tender loving tune
fluttering beats touching shades of sunshine
All I need is my other senses to feel you
Sensitive sensations tantalizing inside
Blood pumping passion mysteries unraveling
rose of this soul softly whispers a jewel
in this deep nile let the stars be my guide
sparkling brightly winking delight
Ripples in turquoise waters running deep
Transformation in the subaqueous light filtering through
Indulge in a colorful spectrum of joyous release
granting loves magic in a shower of confetti
sparking magic granting wishes rising from the dust
lips the rose petals touching kisses softly
warm enchanting dreams in your inner beauty
Come lay here by me
Gliding hands dancing on your chest
Playing melodies on your lips
Soft kisses delights in whispering echoes
true the wonders of this world
whispering winds blowing sweetly calling your name
ocean waves rising unfolds kisses paradise
You are a clear vision
All I need is heart and soul to understand you
Instinctive intensity penetrating inside
Firecrackers soaring passion tales unfolding
melting in the embers of your beauty
sparks fly behind the mirror gems
opening in the chambers a ball begins shimmering
lighting up walls warmly in the four chambers
igniting sparks burning red flames join
silver dancing blue hotly holding beautiful
hands joined under magic spells loving like you do
Shimmers in moon rising and sun setting
Circulation in the bloodstream honey lemon love
Lingers in the aftertaste
smoldering embers of blue red flames
Co written by Liam Mc Daid and Angeline lim
based on the song love me like you do
Oh, he that kisses my pale cheek,
And my scarlet lips;
And my raven hair he does caress,
Our love is fierce and strong;
Oh, come to me in dreams, in dreams.
Hearts and souls, mirror images of desire,
Entwined in never-ending flames;
A forever blazing inferno of love,
No two more linked, connected, alike;
Such great passion and sweetness.
And although he has long gone above,
A name engraved in cold stone;
Beneath the earth bones decayed,
We remain twin flames, burning;
For the soul, the soul never ever dies.
Oh, he that kisses my pale cheek,
And my scarlet lips;
And my raven hair he does caress,
Our love is fierce and strong;
Oh, come to me in dreams, in dreams.
And when my life is done, love,
We shall be again a matching pair;
And dwell as two flaming stars above.
___________________________
March 2, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Never-Ending Flames
Copyright Protected, ID 16-763-537-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
For the contest, Twin Flames
sponsor, Nayda, Ivette Negron
First Place
It was a night like no other night
And it came out of nowhere
Our eyes locked on each other
And started the flames of passion
We move across the dance floor
And we know what we wanted
We wanted each other so badly
But still we were hesitant
The heat of bodies seems to ignite
As we embrace to dance
It was not love, and it was not lust
It was only the flames of passion
As the music plays
We can feel our hearts beating outside our chest
The raw essence of our perfume
The aroma now covers her dress
Our lips were quivering to touch
As our cheeks blushes with hunger
Our needs were like knives slowly
Cutting away at our resilience
We were burning,
Burning up each other control
Until the heat becomes too hot
As we lead ourselves to the parking lot
Her touch was so soft and tender.
But her whisper was full of desire
As our lips gasp in sweet surrender
As the flames of our passion fuels the fire
No words were said or spoken between us
No promises were made, to be kept
No lies of flirting being told tonight
No looking back and no afters regrets
The longing to stay in each other arms
Was there, but we had such precious little time
We were like the rain with thunder and lightening
Being lonely tonight was our only crime
Shivers in magnitudes of earthquakes
Rumbles through our veins
Exploding like a tornado
Trembling like flowers in the wind
Descending waterfalls
Catching our breaths
Coming back to earth
Heat burning in our soul
Walking away after
With nothing to say
A longing for more
Neither of us wanting to say
Tomorrow maybe bringing sorrow
Or a brief guilt or moment of shame
With the memory of this one night in our lives
When we release the flames of passion's
Two
candles
melt away
fragrantly as
twin flames above them
mirror one another
in a bright dance of passion.
The wax bodies fade away, but
love’s scent beautifully lingers as
the steadfast flames burn slowly down to die.