Best Gilded Poems
When fleeting storm said goodbye
The darkened sky detected a lie
Besting clouds her thoughts host
Drenching doubts that block riposte.
As the cobalt sky and ocean meet
On the sapphire arc revelers greet
The changing season's vibrant theme
In golden attire of autumn's dream.
The sound of wind whirls in trees
Musical tones of rustling leaves
And the falling foliage flies with ease
Orange hues in autumn's breeze.
As the sepia tones enchant her eye
The gilded leaves of autumn sigh
On buoyant horizon drifting high
Where crimson vistas touch the sky.
Vivid vibes spell a brand new start
As blazing colors awaken her heart
And amber passions begin to reveal
Tinges of magenta in love's appeal.
September 2, 2018
Placed first in One in five (II) poetry contest by Joseph May
Placed first in contest #560 by Brian Strand
"The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, the musing moon illumine pastures dim, and afterwards a new nativity for all who slept the dreamless interim."
~ Nathalia Crane
Twilight and its prismed colors paint the Earth in soft roseate light. Rays of the sun descend, glowing like threads of gold, woven into clouds above the ocean's threshold. Brushed with pastels of pink and lavender, the sky is a beautiful canvas to behold. Soon, the moon will ascend, and its lustrous silver sheen will be reflected in my lover's eyes.
gilded is the sun
as it slides into the sea ~
silvery moonlight
April 14, 2021
Writing Prompt- Shine - Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
While gilded breath of autumn sighs
Whirling colors of season's dream,
How nature's painting dazzles eyes
On sapphire arc’s chromatic theme.
Zephyrs with zeal rustle leaves gold
While gilded breath of autumn sighs
Where maples-red flaunt visage bold
Cheering grief of summer's demise.
Horizon crimson thrills mauve skies
Where twilight’s halo sweethearts greet
While gilded breath of autumn sighs
Blazed in passions lovers entreat.
Swirling notions of cooling nights
Breezing colors waltz chasing highs
Charming hues for reveling sights
While gilded breath of autumn sighs.
September 30, 2022
Poem of the day on October 1, 2022
Form: Quatern
Eight syllables per line
Placed 2nd: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Placed 9th: A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Lost in a labyrinth of
Glistening sights
Infinitely out of reach,
Trembling amidst sweeping mistrals,
Fabricating a life of nostalgic allusions,
Caught in lapsed reveries, of
Restless arias and faint rustlings
Sequestering my rampant aura,
Bleeding in russet naivety,
Evaporating in silent elegies.
Lo' beneigh' the random bield, bewails upo' the leaf
An' lea'e me naught but grief and pain, as moone breaks through the heath
Upo' the gilded braes we kissed, luve sang a zephyrs cry
Where say, my luve, o' fare thee weel, till a' the seas gang dry
An' bleak October winds ensue, beneigh' the furrow's frost
The sacred lowe, o' week-plac'd love...o' lost my sweet betroth
Yea withered ere', lies mist and bleak, an' mine an empty hand
With sword in hand, yea wander'd far, monie a ravished land
Och! Fated arrow pierced my heart, cauld by thy warrior's blade
Thy sun has waned, the bluid has poured, so boldly o're the glade
Death oftly feared, tho fear naugt more, so deep within my breast
O' do thou kindly, lie him low, upo' this mound of rest
Whase only faut was lovin thee, my tears in dust, my luve is deeply laid
Immortal I lie down 'ere now, lockt in thy arms, upo' the gilded glade
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beneigh (beneath)
bield (shelter)
bewails (weeps)
heath (meadows)
gilded braes...(golden hills)
lea'e (leaves)
naught (not)
luve (love)
a' (all)
gang (going -gone)
sacred lowe (sacred vow)
monie (many)
cauld (cold)
bluid (blood)
o're (over)
upo' (upon)
whase (whose)
faut (fault)
'ere (here)
lockt (locked)
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The Gilded Leaves of Autumn Sigh
As the gilded leaves of Autumn sigh,
I’m haunted by the shadow of a long-lost love.
I’ll always remember the soft song of a summer breeze…
from golden days when we were carefree butterflies.
I’m haunted by the shadow of a long-lost love…
memories of our first kiss still leave me breathless,
from golden days when we were carefree butterflies;
when our silhouettes tangoed in moonlight’s silvery embrace.
Memories of our first kiss still leave me breathless!
I was enchanted by soft caresses and sparkling red wine.
When our silhouettes tangoed in moonlight’s silvery embrace,
I believed stars would shine until the end of time.
I was enchanted by soft caresses and sparkling red wine…
enthralled as you held me tenderly in your arms.
I believed stars would shine until the end of time;
when I thought you would be forever mine.
Enthralled as you held me tenderly in your arms,
I’ll always remember the soft song of a summer breeze,
when I thought you would be forever mine…
as the gilded leaves of Autumn sigh.
09-01-2018
I stare out through my golden cage
The bars of my beautiful gilded prison,
I suck in my breath to let out my sweet melody,
But the air in my prison is putrid, toxic.
I beat my wings at the golden bars,
Of my beautiful gilded prison,
My foolish heart promises I can break those bars,
But I fall to the floor, nursing my broken wings.
I summoned the last bit of fight within,
And flew against the cage door,
And hoorah! The latch flew open,
And I tasted the fresh air of freedom.
I look across the windswept canyons, see the blazing trees.
A gold and russet ocean swells beneath the autumn breeze.
It surges as the highest tide to reach the mountain tops.
An endless wave of beauty rushing on, it never stops.
And in the sky of tangerine, its gulls are birds that glide
across this sea of fantasy into the eventide.
The disappearing flock of geese and waning sun imbue
nostalgia that engulfs the soul enraptured by the view.
My valley home, like ocean’s strip of shore, now calls to me,
a voyager who must depart from gilded mountain sea.
I listen to the waves washing ashore
when the wind is but a breeze, nothing more.
And while sitting all alone on the beach,
I gaze up at heaven, just out of reach.
A breathtaking scarlet sun weaves twilight,
a coat of many colors, stitched by light.
And awed by Nature's beautification,
I unleash my mind's imagination.
Darkness defuses day's diminished glow
as a sprinkling of stars begins to show.
And bathed in quietude, I've naught to say,
watching today morph into yesterday.
Sol is dying, yet I can't look away,
till Dusk absorbs the sun's very last ray.
And remain transfixed, till the stars twinkle,
moonbeams dance, and gilded waters crinkle.
Embracing Nature, as I would a friend,
I feel God's presence within at day's end.
And purging my mind of all sense of time,
I discern peace in Nature's paradigm.
Flightless Birds Trapped In A Gilded Cage.
.
Fledgling innocents incarcerated in a gilded ornate cage
Budding pretty flowers
Within the blossoming of youth
Of tender sensitive age
.
Born into an imperial dynasty
By destiny and decree
A view from a palace window
To the outside world
Was all they’d often see
Far from the peasant underclass
Living in the gutter of poverty
.
Each one an individual
With different varied traits
With nothing but love in their tender hearts
For they’re parents
Unaware of their countries fate
.
Ripples of unrest and anger
Soon turned into waves of hatred
For a seemingly
Uncaring despondent regime
Toward the Tzar the affluent nobility
And the withdrawn empress Queen
.
The hungry angry peasants revolted
And stormed the palace gates
And for the Royal family
There was no escape
.
Sewing precious jewels inside their clothing
They were forced to leave their comfortable dwelling
And taken prisoners to a place far away
Where they tried to make the best
Of life in where they had to stay
.
Unsure of their fate lost in fantasy and dreams
The revolutionist planned their fate and schemed
One day they were taken to a cellar
And told they were about to die
They must have been terrified
And no doubt
Screamed and cried
.
Shots were fired at the family
And many bullets ricocheted
Bouncing of the clothing
Where the jewels wee hidden away
But eventually blood was spilled
Sending the family to an early grave
.
Peter Dome©2021.
The Gilded Mirror
I hold my dreams inside my past
Where moonlight glows on rivers fast
And raging temples built in haste
Will dissipate, no longer chaste
O the anthems proud men froze
In gilded frames of priestly pose
Release my shackles! bound inside
My beating heart, where fears reside
At dawn the grassy pond will sing
In silent praise! My endless spring!
6/19/10
For Carolyn's contest
In the city of gilded glamour,
slow motion is seen as an outsider;
a slip of tongue is as common as mocking grins!
They turn around and criticize,
cursing back with offensive slangs
at anyone without rush who hates to apologize!
It's in Times Square we actually met,
above digital lights spun our heads...
while our silly minds were ready to project
a hook-up suited for indulgent swingers!
I splashed the typical smile of a clown,
and waved at you attempting to flag down
a yellow cab to the Penthouse of my uptown hotel
with a breathtaking view of cruise ships about to sail!
You responded in a kind manner and said,
" Hey, handsome stranger what brings you here?
There are better places than this crowded square,
where each single road meets the One with the Green Crown;
all lustful sins are allowed for extreme fun:
to hire a lady on high heels cost a ton of money:
squander it all at once as wealthy guys do, don't be too stingy! "
In the city of gilded glamour
there are pleasures only the rich can afford;
can anyone dress as stylish as Henry Ford?
Earning that respect will turn you into a god!
In the city of gilded glamour
there's no place for a humble working man to make him shine;
he struggles from day to day to survive drinking only wine!
The gilded leaves of Autumn sigh-
their velvet green has vanished now.
They miss sweet Summer's lullaby;
warm breeze caressing every bough.
Their velvet green has vanished now,
replaced by golds and burnished glow.
Warm breeze caressing every bough-
bring memory from long ago.
Replaced by golds and burnished glow,
they shake in the cool Autumn breeze.
Bring memory from long ago-
those balmy nights on moonlit trees.
They shake in the cool Autumn breeze-
they miss sweet Summer's lullaby,
those balmy nights on moonlit trees;
the gilded leaves of Autumn sigh.
September 3, 2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Autumn Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsor: by Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 11/07/2022
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Late September 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/24/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: One In Five II
Sponsor: Joseph May
Theme 2: The Gilded Leaves Of Autumn Sigh
Judged: 09/19/2018
I look at stars in sky of midnight blue
Moonlight and roses remind me of you
I see and hear you in all sorts of things
In the babbling brooks, rivers, streams and springs.
Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
White clouds passing by, and bright sunshine too
In the patter of soft showers of rain
In the rendition of a sweet refrain.
In spring when fresh leaves upon trees appear
The summer that fills humans hearts with cheer
Autumn that paints the world red, rust and gold
Fireside in winter when weather is cold.
Singing carols at Christmas, sung with joy
For the birth of the world's sweet baby boy
Celebrating with family and friends
A special time when peace on earth transcends.
The laughter of children at play outside
Sight of a groom and adorable bride
All things remind me of my mother’s love
Gilded in gold dust from fairies above.
Dawn's light awakened sleepy eyes ~ twas of sunflowers in the meadow
greeting their namesake
an ochre field in full bloom ~
petals gold gilded
Brown-eyed cyclops swaying in the breeze
Like turbulent waves in roiling seas
Standing upright on stems of great height
Sunflowers bow their heads at twilight
June 9, 2023
A Monoku, Haiku and 4 Lines of Rhyme
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin