Best Gladsome Poems
I remember that day
As clear as the crystal springs in June
When the sun rose upon a gladsome sky
Bursting through the harbor and the fields
As soft as the buds by the quivering dew
Dancing in the blue distance.
Summer's warm and scented breath
Invaded the clustered pathway
Where the last mountain spray
Descended in your eyes
Like a constant burning fire
That glimmers like fulgent streams of spring.
You held a delicate rose
In your limpid hands kissed by the
Vast fountains of purity's grace
That greeted my eyes with coy beauty
When the day was ripe with glory .
Like a flower you blossomed in my eyes
As one who held heaven in her smile
And sweet rosebuds on her lips
That trembles in the cold
With a budding joy as new as the moon
In the fullness of the night.
You drew a few words from your sad breath
That pierced like a striking sword
When the voice of the wind echoed
Through the lilac vines
Entangled on the weeping trees
That nods in the noonday light
In the last breath of summer.
My soul sank in dejection
Wet with despair.
Anguish flashing in my aching heart
Like an untamed madness
On this boundless land .
Oh please don't leave my love
Oh please don't leave my love
Because if you do
The mortal fire in my veins
Would extinguish
My breath would mute
And my lifeless body
Would drift me to some unknown hell
To live forever
In a helpless state of deep despair
In a desolate darkness
Of utter hopelessness!
So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.
The poor labouring clouds expanded wide
In the muted distance ripe with coldness
While the storming of the Eastern wind
Drifted through the blossoming fields
Graced by the sultry springs in the lulling hours.
I pulled the weary drapes
When the night grew old with silence
From a crystal window
Mirrored against the dumb fields
Black with the night.
A soft mist exudes the dead wind
Curled around the nodding branches.
Then I stealed away to the vacant spot
Where a crackling fire
Invaded the mournful breath of silence.
Lipsing sounds intrudes the night
Upon the quiet slopes and verdant span
Where the blossoms gently bow
Kissing soft the silver spray
Fluttering in the starry distance.
There sauntered I
Under the gladsome sky
To pluck a cherry from its stem
Outstretched beneath the sobbing moon
That in the dawning misty hours
That silver orb of light expires
When the sun had greet the day
With a golden sigh!
Affection's eyes beseech one glimpse of thee,
To dream upon at midnight's slumbering
Forbid, O' God, as woeful absence grows
Whereon thy summer's sleep comes plagued of snow
Doth thou hear thy name in restless night?
Alas, please heed the song, devotion's call
While kindled passion glows within mine heart
In days disguise, the like to be so frail
Thus moon hath wooed a starlit evening sky
And I, with gladsome heart, wilt' fold my eyes
If all of heaven knows, explain, pray tell
How thee knows not, of what mine heart holds dear
Within thy eyes, thou see'st not, of me
Yet thee, upon first glance, mine own eyes rest
Wilt find, my heart, transfixed by cupid's spell
Not one lone star compares, without disgrace
Each thistle, dulled, without a sharpened blade
Where light has dimmed, lack luster in the sky
The taint' I feel, from now upon your face
Whence nary grace that cupid aims at me
To see thee fair, with love's acquainted eyes
And whence, this night a sun would choose to rise
Tho' wrath of winter beats against our door
I must beware that summer comes with snow
For burns your eye, a deeper fire's glow
Only beings half earth would dare to tame
With ax and saw, wild apple trees to burn
Nor spurn them not, but turn them into flame
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For Lisa's Contest: "Bringin' Out the Thees and Thous"
Who flames the lilies of the field?
And the silver gladsome stars
Or puts a blanket,towering shield
From heaven's meteor darts.
Who grace the air in alluring sweetness?
And rivers above the expanse
Who clothes them all in retreatness?
To shout,to praise,to dance!
Who gives the rose the purest love
And the dews its silver -white
Or the blushing trees with arms above
That shakes within the light.
From regions far,to oceans near
Our God he smiles his beauty
From perfumed larks,to the leaping deer
Creation wields his duty!
Next
by PoetPrentice
Anxiously waiting
With the patience of Job
Year after year
Every turn of the globe
I wait to be next
Feeling gladsome
Next to be able to say
The time has come
So many before me
So many to come
Marching the same beat
But to a different drum
As long as it takes
I’ll wait to be next
Though at times it seems
My efforts be vexed
I’m somewhat perplexed
But not hexed
Just...
Waiting to be next.
Written March 10, 2017
Written: December 07, 2023
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An art display with free and delightful assets,
Blemishes and brightness of nature are blatant
Confusingly gorgeous and full of magic and wonder
Digging deep down the dictum draws a drain.
Earth apex joins the sky peak to heal man's soul
Fathom thrills in its primal vogue as chaos
Gorgeous greenery coiled in your rippling blade
Hobble with a brisk ember for fall indulgence
It seems that nature is the most visually enticing.
Jewel blooms in a savored indigo whisk breeze
Kissing spite swirled, swaying spritz and sunlight
Levitate into the hills tidings; peace will reach you,
Mercurial avian melodies mingled in a zephyr swell.
Numb tears as marigolds sprout in the dawning sun
Observe nature in a gladsome way and appreciate it
Parasol arose in the blissful glory of glorious wile
Quintessence infuses both lost and found creations.
Remember, when the seasons alter and rain falls,
Sunshine and steel drum bands hug periwinkle sky.
Tender, rich maple-scented trees swirl with the wind
Uncork while chirping with birds to relieve stress
Vegetal forms decay, die, or are rudimentary.
Wail with a willow whisper whisked wind wilting
Xenoliths lack implies peridotite-eclogite connect
Yodeling, bird song disguise, and stage presence
Zenith inhales, exhales, fresh air renews your spirit.
The shepherd guides with loving hands
The shivering flock toward the lands.
Where light and pond and larks and spring
And buds and trees and birds fluttering.
Would charm the morn in sultry grace
Where blushing dews has found its place.
For beyond that verdant distant course
He swiftly saunters for a morning pause.
Where gladsome notes would greet the day
And doves would kiss the mountain spray.
Cautious the shepherd outspreads his fold
To graze the fields thats warm and gold.
But nearer one draws to the gothic woods
Where the ancient haunting echoe floods.
Where the humming trees as one aspire
To touch the skies that holds pure fire.
But fearsome a beast creeps ever so near
When fields stands mute in the sober air.
All the while the sherperd aims up close
To protect the ones he holds dear most.
Then he swiftly treads to fetch the lamb
To hold it close,away from all harm.
Then gently he rest in dancing flowers
By the cystal creeks in the idle hours.
Where butterflies,bees and lingering hues
Turtle doves,crickets and silvery dews.
Would renew his smile thats chased away
In the graceful harmony of summer's day.
But when the drowsy sun softly dies
And the moon is written on the skies
He gathers his tender flocks that roam
To guide away to a place called home.
There are darksome days
Those storms we all must ride
But the greatest storm of all
Is the monster tucked inside.
It brings out the worst in you
When sullen days would creep
Its like a raging storm reposing
In a gladsome heart so deep.
Only in moments to come alive
When emotions tough are grind
But its hard to tame the fires
Of a proud and monstrous mind.
Proud the light and falling dew
On blossoming fields in airy May
Those rosy buds the bees pursue
Through the warm and fulgent ray.
They flutter by from eye to eye
Feeding ears with a common song
As happy shone the autumn sky
With the clouds that drifts along.
As sauntered I, by the river's brink
When gladsome Swans would glide
There bent I, for the evening drink
By the crystal stream expanding wide.
A lonely touch wonders sly across
On my damp skin and dewy hair
Was hues that sail its noonday course
As the night time cold approaches near.
On this ridged road, a slippery path
The sweet breeze had plucked a quill
When Blue Jays young, had swift depart
To scan the silhouette upon the hill.
Come my darling and take please my hands
When the tender birds are fast asleep
When the stars would weep upon the sands
And the sultry trees, our secrets keep
For by the verdant paths and mountain's steep
There our love would spring like flowers
In all the night's enchanted hours
Would you take my hands to softly tread
The fields that hangs the amour moon
When all the world and night is dead
In this gladsome spring of June
But before the morn returns to soon
I bow my knees in love's fair plea
To say my love,would you marry me?
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Its a Rime Royal Sonnet.
I used to love the stars in the skies
until I saw the sparkle in your eyes,
my heart once fell for a gentle Dove
until you flew into my world with Love.
You are a timeless tale no tongue can tell,
a priceless pearl no merchant can sell;
your smile is all I need to see
to turn my darkest gloom to glee.
There was a game growing in my heart,
my poetry pen became a dart,
I stopped hunting the day I found you,
a treasure you are, timeless and true.
You are a queen made for a king,
a song too sweet for me to sing.
Oh how could I this bloom deny,
my heart is yours, my butterfly.
I wish upon the brightest star
that soon you will engulf my scar,
and in cold nights within your arms
my soul shall kiss your changeless charm.
The heat of love betides at noon,
the glow of life springs from the moon;
both night and day, you soothe my soul,
no doubt you are my golden goal.
No rose can beat your rare radiance,
artists cannot fake your ambiance;
loving you makes life twice as nice,
you are to me a special spice.
If Love indeed is but a sacred stream,
O let me drown in the depth of bliss;
wake me up not from my dearest dream,
leave me in the awe of this mystical kiss.
Take me back to the shores of memories
where the waves of love wet our soul;
let the echoes of our fondest fantasies
reverberate like the cheers of a golden goal.
You are a gem with a gladsome mind,
fairer than White rose, so hard to find.
Within your arms blossom light and love,
indeed you are a delightsome dove.
In flaws and faith you are just perfect,
nothing to hide, all things reflect.
Your beauty spans beyond flaked face,
and your charming heart: my purest place.
The wind kept whispering low
The moon kept brushing the leaves
The rose blushed in its radiant glow
Blowing sweet perfume upon the breeze.
My eyes were greeted with living dew
As it rose upon the gladsome skies
That waxed and waned its heavy blue
Dancing in the stream's bright eyes.
In that very hour she'd come to me
With her coy charms and tender grace
She was waiting there by the glistening sea
With a gentle smile on her loving face.
She sang me a lullaby in her arms
That warmed up my heart with bliss
Love,gladness and death alarms
Within this hour,with just one kiss.
My Father Took me to the Menin Gate
lest I should not know that lives were lost
to make me free.
Then at the cemetery I fell asleep
while he walked along the rows on soft grass between the crosses
Then I heard the tanks roll around
a heavy grinding hell raising sound
that crunched the gravel.
Before the echo died came boots of soldiers.
I seemed to see them travel
along the road ahead all brown
and swinging trouser legs
Above the sound of boots
and breathless gasps of marching men
were wheels and wheels
and rumbling trucks
the swish of lighted flares
gunshot glow and bombard shoots
I could not wake myself, I had to hear
those boots upon the gravel
Then as I woke myself it seemed like blood red rain
was falling down. But through the mist
those white crosses rose, arms out, began to fly
above the cemetery up into the blue sky.
Like flocks of swans they rose
with strange gladsome sound
and disappeared into the blue-grey sky
time passing as so many joined
the upwards wave of spirits
above my exhausted self.
Soldiers of the Commonwealth lie here
black and brown and grey and white
in peace, I hope, not hearing what I heard,
the rosary of sorrow, Passchendales site
that kept off foreign troops from Belgian Soil
until another night.
Such union tastes now like ambrosia sweet,
this oneness we share while our lives remain.
Now my love, speak anew for time is fleet,
repeat your promise, gladsome oath's refrain.
Ah Specter, deign not evil toward this twain,
but keep away Grim Reaper, shade of night.
Fortuna, may it be that we obtain
from basket, thy fruit ever lasting right:
thus hoping we remain esteemed in thy good sight.
My Father took me to the Menin Gate
lest I should not knot that lives were lost
to make me free.
Then at the cemetery I fell asleep
while he walked along the rows
on soft grass between the crosses.
Then I heard the tanks roll round
a heavy grinding hell-raising sound
that crunched the gravel.
Before the echo died came boots of soldiers.
I seemed to see them travel
along the road ahead all brown
and swinging trouser legs.
Above the
sound of boots
and breathless gasps of marching men
were wheels and wheels
and rumbling trucks
the swish of lighted flares
gunshot glow and bombard shoots
I could not wake myself, I had to hear
those boots upon the gravel.
Then as I woke myself it seemed like blood red rain
was falling down. But through the mist
those white crosses rose, arms out, began to fly
above the cemetery up into the blue sky.
Like flocks of swans they rose
with strange gladsome sound
and disappeared into the blue-grey sky,
time passing as so many joined
the upwards wave of spirits
above my exhausted self.
Soldiers of the Commonwealth lie here,
black and brown and grey and white
in peace, I hope, not hearing what I heard,
the rosary of sorrow, Passchendaele's site
that kept off foreign troops from Belgian soil
until another night.