Best Grandeur Poems
Upon glimpse of horizon when rainbow colors sprout
A tiny fawn scurries, emerging from its stealth hideout
Strolling beneath falling petals of crepe-myrtle flowers
Glinting rays of ruby-sun through waning rain showers.
Illuminating breezing prairies golden twilight thrills
As eventide’s amber beams glimmer verdant hills
Rustling green foothills in summer’s sparkling appeal
Quivering shamrock leaves in evening’s tranquil zeal.
Scintillating purple canvas sunset’s marigold hues vie
Donning spirited crimson vibes on blazing orange sky
While bluebirds twitter joy, as robins trill zesty reply
Where sparrows hop, and fly, bidding the day goodbye.
Tender dusk unfolds slowly, revealing mauve insights
As gentle winds sigh, caressing stone color heights
Where peeking moon enlightens face of dreamy night
Mesmerizing smitten sights, sprinkling astral delight.
Quietude reigns now, setting stage for celestial dance
Hypnotizing doting visions, mesmerizing riveting stance
Where constellations woo romance glinting Milky Way
As nightingale’s song serenades joviality of blissful day.
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Poet's ink portrays wonders so profound,
as the last crimson rose of summer fades,
verdant leaves gently float to soggy ground,
weaving a pattern of saffron, beige shades.
Autumn's theatre parades vibrant hues,
as misty fog covers frozen meadows.
Haunting pastels animate artist's muse.
as poetic palettes splash glowing prose.
Lampposts ignite with cold midnight moonlight,
as snow flakes embrace trees in a white fleece.
Astral blooms inspire the soul to recite
in a rhythmic aesthetic masterpiece.
Lost in the elegance of nature's call,
art is adored in the grandeur of fall.
Red, orange and yellow fill the valley
Like a bucket of paint, spilled on the trees
Water reflects autumn's grand finale
With colorful leaves, waving in the breeze
The humming birds have left on their long trip
With clear memories, of where to return
The cherry tree is now pruned, snip by snip
Breaking branches, with new lessons to learn
Acorns tumble across the colder ground
On lawn where the sparkling frost will arrive
Summer flowers passed, where they were once found
Death and re-birth of seasons to survive
The grandeur of fall, sparks new enlightment
Opening doors, to winter's excitement
Heidi Sands
12/13/23
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In grandeur, a leaf of grass is no less high
Than all the glittering stars in the sky
There is beauty alike in weed and reed
When each fulfills Nature’s need
The low and the high thus in equal glory stay
When their respective roles they fairly play
When perception turns to levels transcendental
Everything will appear exponentially beautiful!
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You ask if I could drive us to the park
where no impediments of man distract.
Fierce gold and dusky pink as sky grows dark -
we witness yet another glorious act.
Creation draws our eyes to skies above -
the artistry and grandeur of the Lord.
The cosmos demonstrates the Father’s love;
a missing soul-piece wondrously restored.
Thou morning sun, ye stars and orb of night,
ye daunting winds inducing clouds to roll
proclaim thy Maker’s beauty, grace, and might;
thy pirouettes declare His firm control.
Ephemeral these scenes that stir the heart;
eternal are the hands that shape the art.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Psalm 19:1
Written 2018
Those dreamy days of dulcet splendor reign
As songbirds fill the skies and buds appear
Sweet iris blossoms line the country lane
Their bearded lace announcing spring is here
The resurrection of once-frozen roots
Produces grandeur in each garden patch
As nature’s flowers don their finest suits
And nests appear in limbs where robins hatch
The debutants in chiffon gowns await
Slow dances with brash boys who’ll seek a kiss
‘Neath sequin stars rapt lovers speak of fate
As climbing buds on trellises dehisce
Cocoons are shed and butterflies step out
Earth’s kindest season ushers joy throughout
*February 25, 2019
All of Her Grandeur
Into the heartbeat of the blue sea of crystal paragon
Never calm, but constantly moving, ripples, hoary froth
Truly mysterious in its grandeur surpass attraction
Obedient to unimaginable fathoms depth
Never calm, but constantly moving, ripples, hoary froth
Unforeseen untamable freedom that exquisite sweetness
Obedient to unimaginable fathoms depth
Thirsty for the endearment of helpless sandy shores
Unforeseen untamable freedom that exquisite sweetness
Her heavenly breast with luscious relaxing sounds
Thirsty for the endearment of helpless sandy shores
Endless cool breeze scent of briny seaweed drifts off the waves
Her heavenly breast with luscious relaxing sounds
Blue sea merges into the rising blue heavens
Endless cool breeze scent of briny seaweed drifts off the waves
Under the shadow of the drifting shapeless clouds
Blue sea merges into the rising blue heavens
Liquescent sunset closes day with inviting twilight
Under the shadow of the drifting shapeless clouds
Effortlessly dissolving view completing dark blue night
Liquescent sunset closes day with inviting twilight
Truly mysterious in its grandeur surpass attraction
Effortlessly dissolving view completing dark blue night
Into the heartbeat of the blue sea of crystal paragon
2/28/2016
We have said bye to summer's horrid heat.
The dim sunrays that fall are no more wild.
Bodies will not be drenched in pouring sweat.
The soft zephyr blowing is cool and mild.
Autumn is the season we all adore.
It comes in deep auburn and golden glow.
Our earth looks gorgeous in colors galore.
Like a regal queen, she puts up a show.
Early mornings are of lavender grey.
Sprawling wheat fields are full of ripened corn.
Each one of us feels so joyous and gay.
This pleasantly cool season, none can scorn.
As autumn like a peacock struts its hues
Poets waltz in company of their muse
they rose majestic and magnificent
and swirled before my eyes
they stole my breath my heart
transported floated in the skies
and to the count of seven
I stood suspended in the vault of heaven
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with punishing fury
yesternight
the skies wreaked their havoc
a rat-a-tat-tat of hail bullets
midst wave upon wave of rain
drenching the earth
this morn winds whipped
and whistled
cross bleak landscapes
occasional afterthoughts
of cloudbursts stinging the souls
of loners, prowling
debris-strewn alleyways
the glory and the grandeur
of Nature on display full force
some storm the heavens, call it evil
an omen of imminent doom
the wise man blesses the Creator
thanks Him Who makes seedlings bloom
Bright brilliance blooms
Rich rapture rooms
Wear wisdom well
Trust truth to tell
Live lovely lines
Feed feisty fine
Mind misty maze
Craft clever craze
Count cheery choice
Pick puzzling poise
Spread sensuous sounds
Grandeur grows ground
Seek stylish sway
Prime poignant play
Live lavish loft
Spread sparkles soft
Be beyond blame
Niche nimble name
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2016
Singapore
Where sun-kissed savannahs endlessly sweep,
And acacia crowns the skies, a verdant keep,
A titan walks, with earth-shaking tread,
A monument of grace, with wisdom bred.
Oh, Elephant, colossal and wise,
Your eyes, like embers, gleam beneath the skies.
Your ivory tusks, like sun-bleached spears,
Pierce the heavens, dispelling all our fears.
Through emerald depths, you silently stride,
A living fortress, with nature as your guide.
Your trunk, a trumpet, blasts a rhythmic call,
Echoing through valleys, grand and tall.
With a gentle touch, you pluck a leafy prize,
Nourishing your form, beneath the sunlit skies.
Matriarch wise, with love unbound,
You lead your herd, on sacred, ancient ground.
Oh, Elephant, guardian of the plains,
Your ears, like maps, etched with wisdom's gains.
You listen to the whispers of the earth,
Guiding your steps, is a testament to your worth.
But shadows lurk, a darkness cast afar,
Where greed and folly wage a callous war.
Forests recede, and poachers stalk the night,
Threatening your future, with a consuming blight.
Let us stand tall, and raise a voice so strong,
To shield these giants, where they rightfully belong.
For in their presence, we find our guiding light,
A mirror to our soul, a future ever bright.
So let us cherish them, these titans of the land,
Protecting their haven, with a caring hand.
For in their grandeur, a truth we come to see,
Respect for all creatures, eternally.
Oh, Elephant, may you forever roam,
In lands untamed, your true and sacred home.
A timeless emblem, of strength and majesty,
Forever etched, in Earth's tapestry.
The gleam of Autumn falls through colored leaves
in glorious glow of gorgeous rapture
ushers in enchantment to forest trees
with serenity, Autumn can capture
these multi-colored leaves slowly turn brown
an omen to come from a season's shift
gone are the leaves that tumble and breakdown
released by the North Wind of Fall's chilled drift
There's a loneliness to limbs that are bare
as they move with the wind beneath gray skies
this harbinger of death comes without care
as the beauty of Autumn slowly dies
The grandeur of Fall will often be brief
It starts with the change of a single leaf
When manic, I feel, think, and speak like God:
like Superman (or the world’s savior)!
The rush from feeling like a demi-god
makes me believe I am a conqueror,
like another Alexander the Great!
So when I’m flung to the abyss of hell
when these erratic moods abruptly abate,
I rapidly cycle so that I can't tell
the bottomless and profound lows that turn
these immortal, Olympian, speed-like highs
into abject spiritual dead-ends; I learn
that (as this disorder intensifies)
delusions of real grandeur soon grow tempting,
especially when life feels not worth living.
Mother Nature's magnificent, all know:
when spring imbues new life, year after year,
rays of gold feed the land, and the plants grow
so that all of earth in this hemisphere,
from east to west, again vibrate and flow
with verdant grandeur that mortal men fear.
As earliest men draw their breath in awe
of Nature's ancient majesty and source,
from the beginning of time, as by law,
the seasons take their predetermined course;
and, as relentless as an iron paw,
renew the earth with life-endowing force!
So, if the handiwork of Mother Nature
be so magnificent and grandiose,
let her then be man's benevolent teacher
so she may instruct, enjoin, and enclose
them as faithful stewards: and then may feature
her fearful powers to them in cool repose.