Best Gliding Poems
love
this dove
glides above
the hush of night
on its endless flight
to share this song of plight
my voice tarried on night's wings
soul's symphony to you it brings
this melody within my heart's strings
(not for contest)
lonesome nightingale
serenades the airwaves
searching for his soul mate
lone pelican gliding
against the evening sky
so effortlessly
blown in with the wind
hummingbird nuzzles a bloom
and is blown away again
We settled into the bay and,
Like lovers kicking the sheets down,
We grabbed and furled, grabbed and furled,
Unveiling a red vista.
You never told me you loved me,
And I never had the guts to speak.
So we threw cherry bombs at each other
From the safe side of a mountain
That was made from our imaginations.
Listening to little pirate angels,
We play out our misadventures,
Swooping in to rescue each other.
We tie off the boat using
The knuckled floor of the cerebellum.
What to do, oh, what to do
With such bedlam?
bagpipes started singing
of her Amazing Grace,
flowers started dancing
the twinkle on her face
feeble are some steps
but with unflinching pride
she picks up her head
and the lift in her stride
sweeping past her subjects
the moriahs drift her wake,
the beauty in her heart
breaks my breast to ache
with a kaleidoscope for eyes
she sees through to other worlds,
to the mosses of the leaves
and the shells within their pearls
rocks and anicent relics
hyroglif this scrolling mind,
in the letters from her heart
a life's mystery is defined
my Angel from the north
plays on the northern lights,
and I can always smile
as she reaches dizzying heights
shining in the stars
when they turn to light my sky,
is message to my spirit
to always remember I can fly
for Ann a true inspiration ...on the occasion of her 70th Birthday ... lol sorry for the confusion
Sails gliding on the shimmering sea,
don't be hasty to engulf silence
as the chapel's choir engages in a spiritual oratorio praising Him;
an octave higher or lower brings
their inspirational hymn to a desired sound of felicity...
those tones that the loud organ makes!
We, as they, are lifted by the sustenance of faith,
too pure and orthodox to extinguish our oneness of spirit;
adhering to rigid standards and beliefs...forbidding sin
to feed on its vain opprobrium and oppress purity!
We, as they, dwell in this oracle to outshine indefinitely,
and outreach every unreachable and unconquerable limit!
Sails gliding on the shimmering sea,
watch the advancing sunrays osculate the waves of the harbor,
and the optical images that reality conveys!
See the ospreys which learn their skill by osmosis...
that even the ovenbirds can't acquire;
hear the believers's proclamation presaging and predicating unity!
Irreverent and doubtful soul, don't pursue vanity:
don't be similar to a prancing horse that surprises the rider;
don't prattle when foolishness becomes a hangover!
You have put too much effort into exhibiting your valor...
hardly serving a purpose and be totally useful;
be like the sails gliding on the shimmering sea!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
the roaring crashing
music of the blue ocean . . .
a sea gull gliding
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May 5, 2018
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Added after judging of contest
Poetry/haiga/contest/sea gull gliding
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1019-924-01
All Right Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Haiku/Haiga
sponsor, Mick Talbot
Fourth Place
We glided,
We rolled,
We circled the rink,
Smooth, orderly throng
Of teens young-naïve;
Shyly, boys glanced
At girls slipping past,
Hearts drumming firm
For couple’s skate time,
When lights faded dim
And music beat slowed,
When dolled, giddy girls
Convened in a row
While orbiting boys
Gathered the mettle
To approach a pert face,
Suggesting it skate.
Then, hand taking hand,
Boy feeling grand,
They circled the rink,
They glided,
They rolled.
eagle is gliding
wind flings me off porch couch
rooster crows
my chest is freezing over, its getting hard to breath,
how much must i travel, still i can barely see,
the rain is falling down, in a thick and gray haze,
its dark and dismial in this early morning day,
my breath comes short in shallow pants,
ive quickly escaped my fathers angry rants,
my legs pump up and down,
and the peddles almost strike the ground,
my heart is beating crazy, flaming hot yet freezig cold,
i stop to rub my chest, the handel bars i must still hold,
i close my eyes and breath deeply,
into the palms of jacket covered hands,
im so glad i have my babys jacket,
or id be cold enough to be dead,
theres not a sound in the air,
except the constant slap of my feet,
sneakers repeatitly hitting the wet concrete,
the rubber of my tires, make a buzzing sound,
how much father must i walk, im ready to pass out,
my hands are frozen to the bars, as i push it up the hill,
im late already, but i cant stop now,
almost to my destination, good thing its not the kings grand ball,
almost to my destination, how long till i dethaw?
im riding my last mile, but then i hit another hill,
walking in the rainy cold, oh, what a thrill,
the bells have rung long past,
when i was suppose to be there,
but will my trek even matter,
will they even care?
im breathing shallow gasps,
my heart burns with my determination,
but ice forms around it, im bound to soon faceplant,
how much longer must i go,
soon ill just lay down and die,
but there i see the building,
through the thick foggy sky,
i buzz the little speaker, they ask me who i am,
i tell them that im late, and they soon let me in,
my bike goes against the interior brick wall,
and if they complain, ill leave and take off,
now ive made my destination,
with my whispered poems as my strength,
my dad cant complain, cause i made it to school today.
A swan, when it's gliding along,
Its feet are both pedallin' strong.
It's not what you see
That brings things to be,
It's work that puts King in the Kong.
Strong wings spread out wide
Sharp claws breaking through the air
With protective eyes..
Bald Eagle Contest
The elegant mute swan,
Gliding through the water,
It's feet under the water,
Going like the clappers.
I watch you soar in your thermal.
I wonder what that must be like to feel.
See you glide using your wings tips as rudders.
What skills nature bestowed on thee.
I watch in awe of your splendour.
Power and precision with such ease.
You bank and dive with such majesty, so magnificently.
I see your silhouette over a watered sun.
The sky is yours undoubtedly.
I watch you soar in your thermal.
Nature gave that privilege to me.
Gliding in glory, seizing life’s design,
chameleon clouds create one fine noon-
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
I hear their gale drifting into a tune.
Chameleon clouds create one fine noon,
dusk slides into night with comfort and ease-
I hear their gale drifting into a tune,
then they retire to the deep forest trees.
Dusk slides into night with comfort and ease,
those ivory birds echo sight of flight;
then they retire to the deep forest trees,
moondust glimmers as nature says goodnight.
Those ivory birds echo sight of flight.
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine;
moondust glimmers as nature says goodnight-
gliding in glory, seizing life’s design.
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12.17.19
Seagulls Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
I watch the traffic crawling by
As I upon the river glide.
The satisfaction that I feel
Is something that I cannot hide.
For years and years this river flowed
Without a ferry plowing through.
What took so long to figure out
That one and one add up to two?
But why complain, for now I have
A ride where I can just relax
With all the peace and quiet that
The crowded subway surely lacks.