Best Gilds Poems
A body abandoned
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside
still aches to meet its last beat
and a free spirit yearns for a winged monarch moment
to fly in the spirit of freedom…
opportunity
flares a tongue
snaky and bittersweet.. a flicker
grows flames that twist passion’s kiss with kismet
a chance
to escape on a breath of air
an exhalation;
warm incense offered to vesper -
the wish of a scent to slip through the keyhole
above the hiss of heat
and gasps of air
rushing combustion to a roar
airy mystics spoke in the eerie smoke
w h i s p e r s
urge the purge of perishable pain
unclasping lonely-linger’s grasping fingers
soft-spun knit and purl unravels
as vintage yarn twined with sun and rain unties -
aging rays fail to stave Winter’s grays
and the ethereal thread of an earthly creation
releases its tendril
from the spinning wheel’s weave of circular seasons
from seed to harvest and warmth to chill
vestiges of sisterly hands cup a ceded sigh
chrysalis celebrates destined to re-emerge a butterfly
terminal tremble of a twilight trill is hushed
vulnerability swaddled
cradled by clouds of silver and gold
a mortal’s surrender consummates upon the pyre -
cinders cleansed of tears and cries and vices
but never the dreamy intrinsic colors
of the opal’s unfurling blaze
she ascends
a flash of embers relieved of ash
taking fire to the skies with a tigress torch igniting
molten pools spooning the spine of the western shadow
heralding an awakened afterglow to the afterlife -
lamplight gilds mare’s tails hooking heavens
pathways adrift from the burning thurible
of a trinity on the cusp of rebirth...
incense rises upon a heated atmosphere
riding the riddle of the four winds
beyond realms of soil and salt - reason and logic
yonder the profound truth of the-not-humanly-known
seeing past reflections within mere margins of a mind’s mirror
accepting the enlightening throb of the enigmatic pulse of creation
becoming one with the ultimate mystery
the wish of a scent to slip through the keyhole
fulfilled with exchange of gifts -
the offering of her sunset shroud
for the white mantle of sunrise
Categories:
gilds, angel, beauty, butterfly, death,
Form:
Free verse
(This theme coincidentally matched up with another contest I recently
entered, so I revised my sonnet and then PD graciously extended this
idea of a day of happy solitude. Thanks, Linda, for keeping it in sonnet
form! It's a double sonnet now!)
Happy Solitude/Andrea Dietrich
In solitude, I watch the clear blue sky.
Leaves flutter on the grand majestic oak
beneath which I am sitting;. Swallows fly
around me, swooping! Now I hear a croak -
a sound that I am sure I’d never hear
if I were on a busy city street.
I stand and walk around. The sound is near.
The feeling that I get is rather sweet
when finally I spot there on the pond
the tiny frog that’s serenading me.
Crops rippling in the breeze I see beyond
my shaded spot. I'm running - feeling free.
Inside a field with flowers everywhere,
I'm whirling as the sunlight gilds my hair!
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Like the sun, I sit and explore the view
A sensation, of everything I lust
Feelings I found myself unequal to
Yellow leaves fall to the ground like gold dust
Once, I reached to touch a lonely rock
The sounds return back into the shadows
I felt trapped by the beauty as I walk
Suddenly branches hung like the gallows
In slow motion, with no reason to stray
Facing down, the new founding sound follows
The croak in the water echoes with play
Captivated, by the flies it swallows
A young, peaceful feel, indulging in fun
I shall kiss and see if he's the right one
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Categories:
gilds, nature, silence,
Form:
Sonnet
Come Dusk, Sol sinks into the pitch of Night,
till crickets drown out bellowing bullfrogs.
The sun bleeds, inking Night with blood-red light;
while woodpeckers drum on hollowed-out logs.
Splintered silhouettes silently conjoin;
flowing into ebon pools of twilight.
The sun gilds the moon, one side of the coin;
golden spheres, fueling life with their light.
Ebony cushions the whole universe,
encrusted with billions of twinkling gems.
Splendiferous pink-colored clouds disperse;
while flowers nod off, snoozing on their stems.
Tethered to time's imperceptible string,
we're somehow connected to everything.
Categories:
gilds, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Sonnet
(After Langston Hughes)
I hadn’t known
my infertility was their problem;
The adult table contracts
from a toddler’s wide wobble
while over a gavel — I mean,
a rattle — and in between
chip resistant plates
advice is served, lukewarm.
“You’re trying too hard,”
says the pregnant one
who glows like a dim nightlight.
Another nurses as though
she was the one feeding off the babe
and why, why couldn’t the loud
suckling swallow her oblivious
“I get pregnant if he just looks at me.
I couldn’t even imagine
being barren.” A girl’s head gilds
jeaned thighs with the sweet
piercing of curls, but the mother sighs
“Go on, now" and to me quips
“I should just give you
one of mine.” Then the cake is lit,
another year has passed
away. Happy Birthday
to you and you and you —
It hollows me from the outside
in. Tonight soundlessly breaks.
The tot eyes the trick candle,
makes a wish. Wait and
wait and wait and...
Categories:
gilds, emotions, longing, rude,
Form:
Free verse
We're nestled under a blanket;
watching blazing logs in the fire.
And a crescendo of sparks flares;
whenever bold breezes aspire.
A dark horizon spills shadows;
as a scarlet sun sinks from sight.
And embers bursting into flames;
confetti night with specks of light.
Snowflakes blanket the trees in white;
while twigs snap with a crackling sound.
And hands clasped in a warm embrace;
we watch branches bend to the ground.
A shooting star unzips the sky;
knowing nothing less would suffice.
And a magic moon gilds the clouds;
as light beams through crystals of ice.
Twinkling stars sprinkle ebony
with glitter at the sun's retreat.
And we seal our love with a kiss;
for together, we are complete.
Categories:
gilds, beautiful, emotions, feelings, imagery,
Form:
Quatrain
Your
allure
draws
the tide
to the shore.
Ripples
sigh
secrets
of the sea;
lyrical love
sweeps and seeps..
as stars
like
fireflies
wow the skies,
a moon-
beam
gilds the
waves.
Categories:
gilds, beach, beauty, love, moon,
Form:
Verse
Saffron sunbeams color chiffon
ribbons entangled in the clouds.
And purple lilacs scent the air;
wafting delicious aromas.
As orange tints the rim of Earth;
cinnamon skies showcase shy stars.
And when Twilight shifts into Dusk,
darkness descends, devouring day.
Cotton candy pink shields the sun
behind a bright magenta glow.
And a rising Moon's golden hue;
gilds alabaster clouds below.
Night dons a cloak of tattered black
that summons the screech of an owl.
And, soon, reality slumbers;
dreaming in muted shades of blue.
Far horizons of ebony,
ink shrubs, and trees in silhouette.
And Venus summons tomorrow;
anticipating today's death.
Categories:
gilds, beautiful, color, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Blank verse
The twinkling stars light up the Night,
creating a magical sight.
And a rising moon starts to glow,
against the black backdrop of space.
Held in Night's ebony embrace,
Luna's light gilds the clouds below.
Visible to the naked eye,
shooting stars zip through the Night sky.
And spinning perceptively slow,
the Milky Way seems surreal;
a spiraling galactic wheel
superimposed on Night's shadow.
The twinkling stars light up the Night,
so far away, and yet still bright.
Quasars and pulsars, twirling fast,
appear to flicker as they spin.
Once these pulsating lights begin:
their true beauty is unsurpassed.
The universe is God's domain:
somethings we can't, as yet, explain.
We don't know how long it will last:
it might well expand forever.
We see no end, whatsoever:
all that we know is that it's vast.
Look up and behold the grandeur
of a jewel-encrusted sky,
swaddled in velvety velour.
Categories:
gilds, 10th grade, beautiful, imagery,
Form:
Verse
'...and then the lighting of the lamps.'
-T.S. Eliot
Swallows flit and dart, the glow of evening
settles o'er the fields, the day is fading;
sunset gilds the sky with glorious luster,
vibrant reds and golds, and softer shading.
Lamps are lit, the countryside is flickering
in candlelight, the cows are coming home;
peacefulness descends in waves of twilight,
the animals are safe, no need to roam.
Horses tethered to their posts are waiting
for the exertions of the day ahead;
farmers partake, extinguish their candles
to darkness, and then take themselves to bed
to pray for courage to endure their toil,
for days they spend in harness to the soil.
Categories:
gilds, faith, family, work, day,
Form:
Sonnet
Her smile is like a wondrous day in May
when morning's glow gilds sky with golden light.
And happy singing robins lead the way
for taking care of burdens never slight.
Her smile gives me a frame of mind that's right,
there's sudden warmth of plesure deep within.
This treasure placed and buried free from sight,
heart taking note of prize without chagrin.
Her smile is like a bright new tune akin
to Sousa's martial strains for marching pace.
Then high in spirit say, let day begin
for I can brace dawn rays with happy face.
Her smile uplifts this sagging soul of mine.
Her smile doth make the living most devine.
Categories:
gilds, love,
Form:
Sonnet
A peregrine falcon masters the sky
its wings majestically arched with flair
soaring with the elements eye to eye.
In a flurry of speed, it flashes by
serenely aloof, untethered and rare
a peregrine falcon masters the sky.
Sunlight gilds feathers as soft as a sigh
and flickering flecks ignite in the air
soaring with the elements eye to eye.
Naturally nimble, graceful, and spry,
inspiring both audacity and dare
a peregrine falcon masters the sky.
Riding an invisible thermal high
it lifts me until suddenly I’m there
soaring with the elements eye to eye.
Like poetry in motion, wingtips fly
and awed by its beauty, I can but stare.
Soaring with the elements eye to eye,
a peregrine falcon masters the sky.
(Villanelle)
3/7/2015
Categories:
gilds, beauty, freedom, imagery, nature,
Form:
Villanelle
inebriated
a tipsy moon gilds waters...
wobbly waves glitter
(HAIKU)
7/4/2015
Categories:
gilds, beautiful, imagery, moon, nature,
Form:
Haiku
'Tis often said that the best things in life are free.
Open your eyes and keen those ears and I think you would agree!
When Old Sol gilds the eastern skies then settles in the west,
We're awed by the Master's Artistry and we are truly blessed!
Note the magnificence of a rainbow arching across the sky;
In the ebon universe, the celestial bodies silently passing by.
The sight of skeins of geese winging their way to points unknown;
The sound of soughing winds through the pines so stately grown!
Dew drops on crimson roses at dawn that grace a pristine lawn;
The gamboling nigh yon copse of a graceful doe and her fawn.
Hear the laughter of little children cavorting in the park,
And the cheery song in the lea of a very contented meadow lark!
Sounds of water playing its hymn rushing o'er stones in a stream;
The sight of a majestic eagle soaring high and its clarion scream!
Mountains reaching for the sky are a magnificent sight to behold;
In the autumn, the trees all cloaked in crimson, yellow and gold!
Herds of buffalo and sleek antelope grazing on the rolling plain;
Awesome displays of lightning to be seen during a pouring rain.
There are so many things that are free, too many to really measure,
That don't cost a cent if we'd only take the time for them to treasure!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
gilds, imagery, life, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
My friend tends to live in a fantasy,
whereas everything revolves around him.
And I never really know what's true:
for in his world, pigs fly, and hippos swim.
He gilds truth with lies and hyperbole,
upon life's phantasmagorical trip.
And journeys beyond the impossible,
losing reality's tentative grip.
He's "the cup's half-full" type of optimist;
that was born with an indelible smile.
And while he tends to embellish his deeds,
never put his honesty on trial.
He's tethered to his imagination:
thus, prone to bouts of exaggeration.
Categories:
gilds, 8th grade, character, feelings,
Form:
Sonnet
What, No Butterflies?
Come walk with me in morning
When life is fresh and new,
When sunlight gilds the waking trees,
And grass brings forth the dew.
Accompany me at noontide
When the world is plainest seen,
And colors catch and hold the light
For ransom 'til the e'en.
Come and stroll in afternoon
When shadows stretch and creep,
And send the creatures of the day
Homeward for to sleep.
Be with me at eventide
When streetlamps flicker on,
When night and day walk hand in hand
And bells play evensong.
Come walk with me at midnight dark;
We'll brave the witching hour.
Together, we will not know fear,
Wrapt in love's sweet power.
03/Apr/2015
Categories:
gilds, beauty, butterfly, good morning,
Form:
Lyric