Best Glimmers Poems
How long will I love you, often you ask
Forever and a day, my love will last
Till there’s no blossom or leaves upon trees
Or pretty daffodils dancing o’er breeze.
Till clouds cease to form patterns in the sky
All seas and rivers begin running dry
Till all poets have no poetic prose
Or night has no beginning, day no close.
Till no man or creature walks upon earth
Gold or silver has no value or worth
Till there are no birds flying on the wing
Or voices aren’t heard and no one can sing.
Till the day we take our Heavenly place
Living for eternity in God’s grace
With time to dance among stars up above
Darling I send this in glimmers of love.
As I am looking skyward on this night,
by Mother Nature’s beauty I am blessed,
as all the twinkling stars are shining bright,
but one white jewel stands out from all the rest,
with her bright beauty I am so obsessed.
Like Venus, summer’s brilliant evening star,
she's shining down upon me from afar.
Along the wind her silent sparkles drift,
this goddess from above that lights my world;
her presence here to me is such a gift
as she emits her glimmers soft and pearled,
like gentle smiles around the moonbeams curled.
As daydreams lift my soul into the sky
my reveries now leave me with a sigh.
March 2, 2019
One day mom gave me a bottle sparkling,
bright fairy pixie lights swirled around me;
all about my room sparkles encircling,
the twinkles from the bottle were set free !
Mom, what a wonderful glimmering light,
a golden glowing magical dazzle;
lights are floating up and down, left and right,
oh, enchanted and in a bedazzle !
All about my room light is zip and zap,
I don't want to lose the golden shimmers;
so I try to catch them ... my hand the trap,
oh, mom thank you for the glimmers !
The candles we light in honour of your name
Reflect the brightness you gave to our lives
Burn away at the darker side surrounding
Giving way to freedom's path for your spirit
Helping bring healing to the hearts that miss you
Binding you in mind, faith and prayer
So your memory can live on and bring comfort
To those that walk in hope, with you beside them
*Playing around with Alliteration
The sun softly shimmers with gold glimmers
Sanguine sunsets dance marvelous minuets
Before falling abed, he briefly bled
for having to close his eyes
beneath stunning skies when daylight dies
Revived, reborn each misty morn
With radiant rays, he deftly displays
his fading luminous light in flourishing flight
Written: March 1st, 2025, For Brian Strand Contest
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In the heart of
a howling waterfront,
where waves weave whispers
to the waning night,
I wander through the wilderness,
seeking sequins of solace.
At the water edge,
moonlight swirls as a monsoon,
creating a serenade of ~
shimmering silver
and sultry shadows;
feelings fluctuate
and flicker as fetching foam
reflects the sea rigid rhythm. . .
I find fortitude in a fierce fire;
each wave of wind serves
as a reminder of resilience,
and nature pandemonium portrays
my inner strain but also
bestows tremendous tranquility. . .
The sun shatters shadows,
shimmering shafts slicing
through the gloom,
illuminating intricate itineraries
previously plagued by perplexity.
Majestic mountains maintain
their mighty magnanimity,
guardians of glorious tranquility,
while rivers relentlessly reshape
their routes with perpetual persistence.
Flourishing flowers thrive
in a silent saga of survival,
each petal a page
in nature narrative of renewal.
After the showers,
the sweet scent of soil
saturates my senses,
a signal that splendor survives
even in the shadow of despair. . .
Birds bestow blissful melodies
to the troubled soul,
their songs mingling
with moments of mirth
and mellowing.
In their soaring flight,
I spot splendid freedom—
a promise of panoramas
yet to be explored,
a sky splashed
with shimmering aspirations
that are beyond grasp
but not unattainable.
In forested embraces
where flickering shadows
flit and frolic with light,
green leaves gently gossip
of glorious growth;
every fallen fragment
serves a purpose as it
feeds raw life below. . .
Deeply anchored roots
hold me steadfastly,
despite the turbulent winds of life.
Silence sings serenely;
in stillness, subtle truths emerge.
The tug-of-war between
twilight and tenebrosity
teach moderation.
The highlights conceal harmony—
we embody both
boldness and fragility.
GLIMMERS
so
figurative
discerned
empty
rising
sicing
still
waters
suggesting
the otherworldly
gradually
emerging
to
flavour
the
welcome
motifs
in
fondness
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
on a dreary stroll
tints from night's lamp post glimmer--
calming mournful thoughts
3/18/2019
Writing Challenge 3- March 2019 - Senryu Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
In the country we do not have city vison,
we have a phosphorus luster,
we have snails and worms
that turn over a silvered mulch.
The slow burn of a late dusk
kindles sun-setting shadows –
the sheen of beetle clipper-claws.
A chitinous moonlight flickers
upon crystalline windowpanes.
Then there is the glint of gravel in starry waters,
unearthed shimmer paths and a leafy luminosity
in midnight cisterns.
Those stars, they keep arriving
until the darkness shrinks between their light,
and if it is overcast, we set a lamp on a high place,
one that can be seen from hidden and
faraway mountain-tops.
At six you reeled in your first trout, smoked your first cigarette.
You haven’t flicked your last one out. Each of us at last exhales
the dream like rainbows in a stream. Fish run that river yet.
In a world where everything glimmers in a play of lights,
The girl with diamond eyes steps forth like a shooting star into the night.
With every gesture she makes, she leaves sparkling trails on the city streets,
A goddess of time, with diamond hair that whispers forgotten tales.
Beneath her brocade cloak, with hues of emerald and azure,
Lies a hidden universe, with wheels of silver and dream.
Every movement, every smile, every flutter of her lashes,
Is governed by a machinery that makes her seem so ethereal.
In her heart, where feelings and beats should reign,
A hummingbird flies, with mother-of-pearl wings and vibrant colors.
In this hummingbird, in a small hidden nook on the fourth floor,
There I am, dreaming the world through her shining diamond eyes.
From here, I gaze upon a blue sky, painted with clouds of plasticine,
Where the sun and the moon dance an eternal, cosmic waltz.
On the city streets, the taxis are made of cinnamon and spar,
And limousines glimmer under the rays of a porcelain moon.
But amongst them, like an apparition, the girl with diamond eyes weaves her way,
With her hidden mechanism, making her seem so graceful, so tender.
Each evening, she crosses the grand boulevard,
Her diamond hair trailing streaks of stars and comets.
And every night, I lose myself in the dream of this world,
Where everything is possible, where magic intertwines with reality,
Where the girl with the diamond eyes is the queen of my dreams,
And I, a mere tenant in her heart, view the world through her magical luster.
In the country, we do not have city shine,
we have luster,
we have the glimmer of voles,
the fumes of turbid crawlers
under the slow burn of iridescent woods.
We who night-watch
see from sunken waters,
gather light from luminous cisterns.
We understand black;
how it sheens the clapper claw.
On the pitch of the concealed
a country ken leads us to a quickened vision,
we see as a horse sees
fleeing from a fire breathing barn.
In the ocean’s vast and boundless deep, where light begins to cease,
A world of silent shadows casts a spell of tranquil peace.
Abyssal creatures, luminous with bioluminescent glows,
Paint streaks of light amidst the dark, where the deep ocean flows.
Jellyfish, like floating lanterns, illuminate the sable sea,
Drifting through the eternal night, in a ghostly, drifting spree.
Anglerfish, with lures of light, beckon through the abyssal plain,
A mesmerizing, glimmering beacon, in this tranquil, liquid domain.
Deep-sea vents, like chimneys, exhale plumes so rich and hot,
Harboring life in warmth and wonder, in the frigid, sunless spot.
Whales sing their melancholy tunes, reverberating through the deep,
A melody of ancient travelers, where the ocean secrets keep.
Corals, intricate and delicate, in the depths, quietly reside,
Creating havens for countless beings, where life and beauty abide.
Squid flash iridescent signals, conversations in hues and shade,
A vibrant dialogue in colors, in the oceanic parade.
In the abyss, where darkness reigns and where pressures densely pack,
Life forms with resplendent light, revealing nature’s knack.
For even in the most inhospitable, in the harshest, deepest sea,
Life finds a way to dance and glow, in beautiful, pulsing glee.
May we find inspiration, in these beings of the deep,
Who illuminate their own paths, where light is scant and steep.
In the glimmers of the abyss, amidst the pressure and the dark,
There resides a quiet, enduring spark, an ever-persistent mark.
For in the vast and inky dark, where hidden wonders lie,
We glimpse the boundless potential, under the ocean’s quiet sky.
May we carry forth this luminance, in our journeys, far and wide,
A beacon of resilience and hope, in life’s ever-turning tide.
The treetop glimmers outside my window
As light, dancing upon the leaflets -
Shimmies about in affable yellow.
My gaze can't help but be captivated
By light, pure and perfectly aglow.
In the wind, swaying charismatically -
Every leaf is twirled as a ballerina -
Playing with my fragile jealousy.
I think I hear an underlying viola -
Oh, light - would you dance with me?
The first signs of spring—
the lily of the valley
bordering the garden.
The faint sounds of baby birds:
tiniest glimmers
of the beauty that surrounds us
daily.
The green foliage,
a tapestry of wonders.
Feel the soft mound beneath your feet.
A butterfly—
a sign of life—
flutters away.
In the distance, the sound of a baby’s cries—
a miracle
surrounded with hope.
The clouds, so light and fluffy,
a different dimension—
eyes peering down on us.
Tiniest glimmers.