Best Frilled Poems
I remember you, from when there was a spring
When the seasons were ripe, with verdant green
Our nimble feet danced in the wind
and on the brink of everything
Not a furrow in the brow of youth
We borrowed life for just awhile
and tapped our shoes on childhood's stage
where carefree laughter was the rage
that filled each age with promised smiles
We danced and twirled a twin ballet
just you and me on summer's waves
Two pirouettes, in mode of curls
of blossoms, frilled, and tender leaves
unfurled in winds, we found a way
to soar our wings, above the world
We knew not yet
of death or dying
or of regret, or cause for crying
But, something frowned upon the season
You caught the wind, and without reason
A colder wind
that kept you flying
far beyond my eyes could see
And to the other side
you disappeared
beyond my words
beyond my tears
Now here alone
I touch the day
and taste the night
remembering
I will walk alone, in autumn sun
And lay myself on dying leaves
I think of you and think of then
I feel the wind against my face
that sweeps me to a distant place
where I recall what time erased
I'm closer now... to hear the sound
The whisper of the seasons calling
Above the trees, the sky is blue
I think of you, and feel the breeze
And all the while, the leaves must fall
9/2013
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Categories:
frilled, death of a friend,
Form:
Free verse
You blossom too soon dear snowdrops of spring
Secluded in the cold dark earth;
The white flakes that fly still haunt the sky
Too weary with sorrow to salute your birth.
One warm day awakened you from sleep
And sang with springtime’s soft breath;
Caressed your eyes with the lips of spring
And you awakened to winter in the arms of death.
Where is the due she pledged to you
The passion of sun and song of the breeze;
The frilled hyacinth with heavy perfume
And the robin’s merry note in the trees?
Birds are yet hushed and the branch is yet bare
The snowflakes fall on the crest of the hill;
Your sodden petals lie pressed on the ground
Without warmth when winter kept his chill.
The snowflakes conceal the spot where you lie
Living too soon in a winter's cold noon
They are covered with snow so no one will know
The grave of the snowdrops that flowered too soon.
Categories:
frilled, nature, winter, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Red, red roses, you flowers of immortal love
You first blossomed in God’s Garden for Eve
In my garden too, you bloom so bright
I tend you with love and care day and night
You gladden me all through the day
That my verse on roses before all, gleefully I lay
Amid stinging thorns and the cover of leafy green
Your frilled beauty is sometimes veiled unseen
But as the wind croons all day in your ear
Your sweet fragrance spreads in the husky air
Thus, we are drawn to your hidden presence
And come to know of your lovely existence
You appear most beautiful when budding new
Lovely you are when your petals glisten, washed in dew
My Garden serves as a therapy in stress and strain
It is there, I forget and forego all my pain
When the first rays of light fall on the flowers
And the leaves are beaded with dew drops in bowers
I get out to work in nature’s household
And it brings me returns and rewards manifold
As I pull out every unwanted weed
A bit of my grief, I am learning to set aside
Sure, the smiling flowers give me lots of cheer
And my health improves, as I inhale morn’s fresh air
Categories:
frilled, appreciation, flower, garden, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I saw the undulating belly of the sea
Sensuous and beckoning me
Frilled dress of tides pulled up
Over white thighs of sand
Ripples of fingers from a caressing hand
My eyes took the portrait like a cup
My tongue lingered at its rim
The siren's lips singing seduced me to sup
And through the rocks my desires swim
My hunger could not leave her supple thighs
Softly whispering promising things to me
I cross the hesitant beach to joy in glory.
Categories:
frilled, passion
Form:
Free verse
a crinoline dress crumpled by the bed;
the prom queens on her back -
a cupcake stripped of its frilled paper.
Categories:
frilled, life, people, social,
Form:
Imagism
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:
frilled, earth, nature,
Form:
Free verse
*holorime/ holorhyme (a French adjective), means "whole rhyme" and indicates
homophonous verses; that is, two lines made up of different words that sound the
same. source: about.com
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*fireflies in lusty glow, darting in neon-colored eyewear
tempting icy nights: oh come for me, your frilled garments i’ll wear!*
all rights reserved
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*Brian Strand’s “ What You Will” Contest
Categories:
frilled, imagination, nature
Form:
Rhyme
She swaggers over to our table
Whips out her pad from her apron
Pencil poised
What’cha want Hon?
She drawls
Soft pink lips in a little twinkled pout
The white frilled design
Bust’n out in all the boxum places
Our “Two Specials with coffee” reply
Brought a smile
I like it fast and easy like that
she laughs
as she saches her swagger back
to place our order
you can’t help but notice that
her perfume lingers
in still air
as if the shadow of her swagger
was left behind
written 9-5-2019
SWAGGER Poetry Contest
Categories:
frilled, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Are they whipped white milky cream
Sprinkled from heaven - or
Chunks of white cotton wool that
Reflect and gleam twilight rays
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
Through a shimmer of orange
Are they a host of graceful angels
In satin white frilled gowns
Hovering around shining bright
Drifting in delicate glide
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
In the bright serene sky
Are they a herd of white bunnies
Fluffy and soft, bobbing around
Scattering and wandering playfully
Scurrying and hurrying
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
Across the bold blue sky
Are they a colony of white and grey seagulls
Swooping and circling restlessly
At the looming of a storm
Whirling and swirling
Ah! fluttering with fleecy wings
In the dark blue overcast sky
Date: 05/12/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
'Say It Again' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
frilled, sky,
Form:
Free verse
How fast time has fled in limitless wingspan
How months and years have merged into eons
Bringing such changes, so awesome and spectacular
I have come swinging open the iron gates
Of the Netherworld where I have been asleep
For over the last four centuries from now
From my prolonged slumber, I am just awake
With my memory intact as in the days
I walked the London streets on my way to Globe theatre
And roamed through the streets of Stratford on Avon
Here, I stand stunned like a Rip wan winkle
Wistfully staring at a world so strange
Wondering how in place of shacks, skyscrapers stand!
How the serene villages into bustling habitats made!
How the frilled frocks into jeans and shirts changed!
Seeing the changes that have come over now
I can only remain perplexed and “tongue tied”,
An expression I used long time back, but still in vogue
Happy I am to revisit the literate of the world
Especially members of my own clan;
My friends of Poetry Soup who wield their pen
To see words are latticed like filmy cobwebs
In diverse poetic forms, on themes and subjects varied
And in rhyming sonnets, my favorite poetic form
Though I stand in a remote and distant tract of time
So happy you still remember me and hail me as an immortal bard
And you name the young lovers- 'Romeo and Juliet'
And write on their amorous romance in honeyed rhyme
You call selfish and cunning people as ‘Iago’
And exclaim on being betrayed- “You too Brutus”
When you are confronted with problems insurmountable
Like Hamlet, you ask the million-dollar question-
“To be or not to be”
My friends, this is my parting words to you
You may live by fame as I do
Through verse, your name you eternalize!
When dead and in solitary vaults you lie
May your verses ring clear in umpteen hearts
And produce echoes that time cannot stifle.
Jan. 13.2023
~Placed First~
Shakespeare in 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
frilled, appreciation, change, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Look at her fairy wings marked and checkered with dark veins
And the frilled edges of its wings spotted with polka white stains.
With every swing and every dive in the air, this marvel does amaze
With its mesmerizing dance, a wondrous sight inviting us to gaze.
The blue butterfly merges well with the azure sky as it ascends higher.
As a splash of cobalt, again it comes down, landing on another flower.
Its gentle spirit inspires us to soar high, fly and flutter on wings of joy
Though its life is short, with the wind under its wings, it is out to enjoy!
Categories:
frilled, appreciation, beauty, butterfly,
Form:
Rhyme
A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait,
etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance,
sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss,
angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture,
what optic relishes await at early first light,
a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner,
heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim,
red orange burst sky a stirring presage,
for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature,
natural world usher whose gold throat cadence,
rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees,
tapping into human yearning for awestruck omen,
Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem,
yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure
might embolden dull minds with ardent spark
Categories:
frilled, beautiful, city, color, dream,
Form:
Imagism
I
am
but
a tree
standing
quite tall.
With out any
leaves, to shed
in the fall. Standing
firm, until winter comes.
Then I hear someone say
"Yes, I think that's the one!"
Out comes the saw, and they begin
to cut me down. For the sake of a season,
I'm removed from the ground. Placed in a home
and all frilled up. Filling my branches with shinny things,
also a star on top. A couple of weeks later I begin to feel the pain.
No longer getting nourishment from my roots, and my life begins to fade.
I am a simple
tree, that is
used a couple
weeks of the
year.The sticky
sap you see, is
my abundance
of tears. When
I hear the saw
I am filled with
great fear.
Hoping you will
plant another
tree like me, as
you take my life.
For it is truly
the only thing,
that I feel
is right.
Danny Boy: 10-18-13 :*(
Categories:
frilled, christmas, sympathy, tree,
Form:
Shape
HARMONY 69
The night of twelfth December `69
knotted together an icy storm wind
that whipped False bay`s waves
to white -frilled blankets.
Thunderclaps against primal rocks
resonated through a ghettoe of glowing tents
on a dark, rough ,bushy patch .
Rising plaintively above the din
of drums and flapping canvas,
creole strains solicited the capricious gods
for a clement Cape .
Love songs , sweet like wine
would even tittilated mermaid`s melons,
stranding them breathless, with tails scaled.
In my sixteenth tempestuous year,
I was sickened and sullied, spoiling for a fight
with that ever- prying, ever-lying police-state
denying us
dividing us
deriding us
ripping us
whipping us
in an all-pervasive racist propaganda storm
Harmony,was forced ethnic relocation right there
in a stamp-size sea-resort next to a stinking dump.
Our yearly anticipated salty baptism,
fouled for a full ten years,
dunked in fascist soil
of a false bay with a real bite….
rubbing coarse salt in our opened wounds
Rubbing it in the flayed
William, my sire, of the black turf belly
Rubbing it in the lashed
Maxie , my ma , of white-on-black graft
Rubbing it in the spurred
Dot Adams, my oracle , of the pearled-truth tongue
imprisoned to a silent ninety-day solitary confinement. .
Yes, a full two hundred scar-studded waxes
avidly saluting the wretched who rose in revolution
drowning exploiters in the oppressed`s precious blood
Algeria whilst raped,unveiling herself,
firing fear into bared French fascism
exploding the myth of a benevolent colonialism.
“Lumumba will guide the Kongo to freedom”
grandpa agitated hopefully as revolutionary Patrice,
our dark prince of peace
died on the bloodied butts
of neo-colonial carbines.
My seven-year heart burst
in anger and pain.
A companiable heart`s balance
tilted with unease at justice , unhinged.
the periodic uprisings of people in far-flung regions
against the arrogance of anglo-saxon imperialism
salted my youth with the tears of broken children,
their blood ever spattering my angry brow.
Categories:
frilled, history, inspirational, love,
Form:
Epic
Come
with
a
smile,
come
with
a
wink
Come
to
the
land
of
pink
pink
pink
Imagine
yourself
as
a
pale
pink
fairy
wearing
an
earring
that's
a
pink
clip-
on
And
real
pastel
pink
petals
held
in
your
pinkie
pointing
to
the
pink
chink
glow
upon
the
horizon
at
dawn.
And
at
times
I
do
have
such
pinkish
dreams
where
everything
is
hued
in
pink
ice-
creams
where
I
own
a
fine
pink
cadillac
Parked
in
a
pink
house
festooned
with
pink
lilac
That
overlooking
a
pink
sea
ebbing
on
pink
pebbles
where
a
pink
moon
against
the
blues
in
a
pink
planet
rebels.
In
pink
colors
if
I
could
customize
'n'
personalize
my
world
So
pink
cushions
all
about
and
pink
curtains
unfurled!
My
birthdays
always
wish
for
pink
balloons
Oh
I
love
to
decorate
and
celebrate
with
pink
and
pink
festoons.
And
nature
lovers
could
watch
salmon
pink
flamingoes
who
stand
upon
one
leg
hiding
half
their
pink
toes.
Or
even
bunny
rabbit
eyes
in
bright
pink
glows.
Ah pink's so feminine,
think of pink hair pins
Pink lips 'neath two pink
blush cheeks
Right above those cute
chinny chins
or as buds in a rosebush
take pinkish peeks
I see as well baby pink
frocks
and frilled pink socks
and pink pom pom caps
upon golden locks
their pink sashes behind
them upon the walks
Ah I've always believed
and still I think
that pinkish is girlish and
girlish is pink.
Categories:
frilled, color, planet, , cute,
Form:
Quatrain