Best Gladdens Poems
God named me a straying cloud,
and by His perpetual wish I abide...
as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze.
I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride,
and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees;
and as a sparrow I feel the bond.
My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight,
I encounter many stars and make them my friends,
and they love shining on the Milky Way...
looking down on the lonely bay so bright;
and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance:
so happy they have come my way!
Even the ocean's waves join them in their play,
but their dance is better than theirs,
and at such wondrous sight I make verse...
being offered their warm company;
I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away,
I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me.
So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest,
but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts,
that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset;
my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance,
and I dance with them, making a happy sound...
not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud.
Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest
This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem,
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Winter’s snowy mantel is quietly disappearing
Slowly he abdicates his reign until next year
This year’s queen is putting on her freshest dress
Every day its tender colors blushingly appear …
The heart of every hungry poet gladdens now
The joy of renewal must now be put to pen
What was a dream becoming reality once again
And words flow from that hidden place within…..
Frantically we write of fields of yellow daffodils
The lamb’s bleat, the new bud upon the branch
Emotions twist and turn about in springtime breezes
And happily we explore the flavors of this year’s romance…
3/16/16
Cecropia, transported through the night
on satin wings lined white in their design,
hovers over innocence by moon’s shine.
A fragrant bloom has stopped him in his flight,
and on a petal he prepares to light.
He ceases fluttering so as to dine
on that sweet nectar of his valentine.
And I alone am witness to this sight.
The moth and orchid's union gladdens me
as wayside, I am frozen where I stand,
for what I've found, though simple it may be,
has purpose and is nothing short of grand.
Now captured by the beauty that I see,
I let my net slip gently from my hand.
For Brian Strand's "Any Poem of 2011" Contest
By the street lamp I savor
my cherry-cola snow cone
while licking deliciousness
from a mound of shaved ice as
I slowly sip its sweet tang
and relish at intervals
nibbles from a lemon bar
whose icing gladdens my tongue
Your ocular perceivers are the most resplendent ones ever kenned to mankind, they are as abstruse as the ocean and yet so captivating, The word dainty was engendered when they have no words for your lips, Your smile gladdens the heart of a man as wine gladdens mans heart, Your voice bring ecstasy and drives out sorrows within the soul of the hearer, Your face is the most elegant impeccably proportioned in appearance, if an artist is to do one final piece of art, they would be probing for you because they ken it would be the impeccable piece. Your personality is so genial, fun, doting, and so alluring. Viewing your disrobement is like a thunderbolt of sexual pleasure even a dysfunctional man will stand erect by the view, Your voluptuous body is more than that of a damsel and Aphrodite is less resplendency compare to you. I feel like I fulminated you cause I have degrade your resplendency by defining, describing, and comparing you with words of comeliness. You are not to be compared by or describe by any man. Cause your resplendency is that kind of resplendency beyond description. You are crafted by God himself, the greatest artist of all time. Thanks to your father and mother for not utilizing condom to bring out the definition of comeliness into this earth. You are the hyperbole of resplendency.
With a hearty laugh, and scallywag's glee
I've acquired their riches, and conquered the sea!
Like a timid lass... they will turn, and flee
showing their backsides, to the likes of me!
Lily livered, they're fearin' my brand!
Shiverin' they be, till they're walking on land!
Arrgg!! shouts first mate, calling out to the crew,
"Tally-ho!" fills me ears, as the chance now ensues
Setting sail in a race, up high on the waves
I spy with my glass, wily cowards to chase
'Tis we, mighty foes, that will ransom the sea!
Mighty bold is me, with me old pirate's creed!
Alas! there he is, what a fool is he!!
To rush into battle with the likes of me!!
Sailin' the waves on the blimey sea
Stung by a sword, the scallywag flees!
How swift he sails, along in the blue..
Yo ho ho! Thar' he be!
He'll be countin' his days, and soon on his knees
A sorry tale, will allot him, his sword just a broom
Me' cross=bone skull is flying wild
and waves a mighty doom!!
I am Blackbeard the Pirate....remember my name!
You will fill up your froth of my flowing fame
You will guzzle ye' grog, or a bit of ye' rum
Yea' ... call me the devil, with a bit of a scum!
Girdled with face of a hundred scars
Fear of me' wrath, either by sun or by stars
It gladdens the heart of a scoundrel like me
You'll best not forget ....tis' a Blackbeard ye' fear!!
MY AFRICA
My Africa; oh my beautiful Africa
Words of your past glories gladdens my heart
History embeds in her heart; stories of you Africa
Ages through ages; you gave birth to men of brave hearts
Expectation didn’t expect much from you Africa
Yet, you tried your best to live up to expectations
Your 18th to 20th century ancestors suffered invasion of your lands
Helpless and ignorant; they suffered a lot from the invaders of your land
With eyes that can only watch; they watched your cultures drift away
Today, with my heart that can also love; my love for you Africa will never drift away.
I thank you God for having created me black
The blacks are Africans; Africa is black
It feels very natural to be a natural African; an Africa African
Beyond the deserts, out of the forests and above the mountains of Africa
There will never be a need for me to introduce myself as an African
Everywhere I go, anybody that sees me sees Africa
I am proud of our lands; the brave son of the soil
Some fools don’t take pride in our land; the name Africa they soil
Home and abroad; we all share the same ancestral lineage of the 3rd century Africans
Today, Africa is for all and not just for Africans.
Oh my lovely Africa!
I need not open my eyes to see the splendour of your beauty
The caress of your sun warms my black skin
I only need to look up and see the clearness of your skies
I cannot swim to swim enough of your charming waters
The birds sing in glory of your proud high mountains
Your land is so rich in minerals and natural resources
Not even natural disasters can cause disasters to us
The earthquakes and tsunamis are still myths to your people
I take pride in you my Africa.
Lordvip
D’ Poetic Beast
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Hide night air from my scent, if you dare.
Hide breathtaking scenes from my view.
Do not hide from me your eyes.
Do not hide the twinkle within,
the unvoiced laughter that gladdens my heart,
the harmonious song that happily
pours forth from those windows,
quiet like sunshine anointing
poppies in a field,
as they raise their heads to kiss the sky.
Do not hide the magnetic allure,
the crease of your eyes that narrows and smiles
a special meaning just for me,
a patient softness that blankets and protects,
drowning out the static around.
My days review
the pain and bias of the world,
as war’s impulse always beats away,
and so frequently life’s echoes
pays homage to sinister mediocrity.
But when I look into your eyes,
the clouds depart and joy bids farewell to gloom,
as chocolate reservoirs invite me in,
and I enter eagerly and willingly,
sampling each delicious, delectable morsel.
My precious one,
the darkest shadow is not forceful enough
to overpower the warmth and intensity
of those mesmerizing pools.
Timeless lights enlighten my life,
day and night
tingling every part of me,
and I savor the tenderness
of your eyes.
Cecropia is carried through the night
on satin wings lined white in their design,
hovers over innocence by moonshine.
A fragrant flower has stopped him in his flight,
and on a petal he prepares to light.
He ceases fluttering so as to dine
upon sweet nectar of his valentine.
And I alone am witness to this sight.
The moth and orchid's union gladdens me
as wayside, I am frozen where I stand,
for what I've found, though simple it may be,
has purpose and is nothing short of grand.
Now captured by the beauty that I see,
I let my net slip gently from my hand.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Skin bright,eyes shine brighter than the noon's ray.
A smile that gladdens the heart of a weary stranger,
And causes death to sigh in envy.
Shall I compare thee to the volcano?
The eyes of molten magma.
Piercing stare that melts the heart of the proudest man,
And the face that consumes one with awesome delight.
Shall I compare thee to the brightest star?
For your skin shines like the angel that you already are.
A face that causes the gloomy hell to shine bright,
And my stony heart,to leap in fiery delight.
What else shall I compare thee to?
For your beauty is greater than the diamonds too.
And your sunny face,
A testament of nature's ways.
“ memory is my journal, that I carry around with me always”
No tiny doves fluttered in the air
There was peace everywhere...
The call of the peacock in the woods
Breaking the mighty stillness that broods
And I under the banyan keep’’’
Company to the shadows that sleep
**Only a soft drowsy humming
From the timid pond is coming
Oh it is the giant bumble bee~~
All bedaubed resplendently
With yellow wings against the black ground^^^
Each stripe not large, not thin nor round
Into the sunlight higher and higher
It’s wings catching the sun’s fire”’
Until it rested on the chosen flower**
The grateful petals danced in their forest bower
++ The beauty of this long forgotten day
Gladdens my heart all the way...
28/08/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For Constance’s “ A poem, please” contest
Flavor in my mind is the one in my garden-
Fragrance of yellow rose that mirrors what gladdens.
You float and soar the skies
riding the winds thermals
vast oceans you travel
majestic and mysterious
Thought by mariners of old
to be a harbinger of death
the sight of you a sign of doom
a bird bringing ill fate
How could anything so beautiful
have earned such ill repute
yet mariners feared you the most
and signed themselves with the cross
Albatross as you soar up high
you take my heart with your beauty
on your endless wanderings
and fill my heart with delight
For me the sight gladdens my very soul
as you silently glide above
your wings dazzling white in the sun
truly you are a Spirit Bird
30/05/2013
contest Mood Music
long before he started Fleetwood Mac I knew Mac I have always thought Albatross to be the most beautiful haunting piece of music ever I would die happily to its notes Did you know that Mac did not think it good enough for release? Lucky for us the record company thought differently.
The day arose when the ebbing golden orb
Would sun the morn with light and joy
When all the air seems dark and dewy
When the pleasant songs of day would leap.
Upon the rising of the sweet Mercury swells
There's a gentle play that gladdens the heart
They soar swiftly upon the sighing breeze
In symphonies sweet, their tender echo flows.
To our humble gardens, in our soothing rest
The birds of Trinidad's beauteous bowers
In cascading scents of blossoming flowers
May rise and descend and warble in spring.
In melodies sweet, that I may suffer not
This lonesome heart with forlorn memories
By the vaporous isles of the deep green path
Where our lips first touched in warm recess.
Tho' life seems cold, dark, and lonely
Tho' my heart murmurs in streams of sadness
There's a whisper of love and dream
There's a laughter in days slightly sweet.
There's an infamous hope that intrudes the day
Where I by the river's flow and deep breathing
By a temple of hues storming and lightly clasped
On the ivory ground smoothly glowing and ponderous.
Would but descend with the last strand of faith
In fervent prayer and quivering tears softly flowing
Thro' many a morn's in life's poor solitude
I see your beauteous face thro' the mind's mirror.
That somehow you'd grace me by the limpid fields
That somehow your muted lips would call me
Where the brightly colored limbs droops merrily
'Neath the ebbing golden orb where our love had sprung
As symphonies sweet clings to the hastening day.
( For old time sake I just thought I would drop a poem here at the Soup and stop by and read up on some poetry here. I hope my friends
here are keeping well. Thank you very much for reading my poem.)
I
Even in this
crypt,
me soul wait
no longer! Its
crest burnt-
The Eagle
velt; born of
virtue,
Less
corruptible,
grieve in its
lounge thirst!
The Sandy
Storm.
A day without
rain calls the
storm
Within the
crypt, the
souless wails!
Whose
charming
flutes shall
calm these?
Shall David's
songs enrich
souls or mar?
The sandy
storm.
Crypts; a
taboo for soul-
full,
Lest, I began
wailing - for,
Its greatness,
lies thereof
Shadows
crested our
flags,
whirling
winds;
A shiver to
our darling
hearts.
Minted coins;
blood of
aztec!
Crypts' song;
livens the
sandy storm
From the
soulless; born
of the velt.
Wielded by
the sonorous
Adored by the
mightiest,
On whose fax,
shall its
shadow run?
The sandy
storm.
Raging as its
neon star;
shining in its
darkening
path!
Our lonely
night, a walk
for the
craving crow.
Shall friends
be foe! Shall
mothers be
lovers!
Never!
II
The sandy
storm; the
spirits
journey,
The sandy
storn; an over-
comed
threshold!
Obeisance; a
joy which
gladdens my
hold.
I'll hold the
fort, high
steamed, with
bellows of
men.
Let no velt be
built - for the
velt; a
shadow of
history!
Shadow of
history, in
hearts, it lives.
On the path to
Nile,
The journey
of breath,
Shall I rest my
bossom
The velt once
born, the velt
once taken,
the velt once -
The Sandy
Storm