Best Halcyon Poems
The sun swiftly sits on the creased sea line, stirring crooning clouds of romance.
I sit in awe ~ mesmerized, for the millionth time,
watching the sky sing your name, filling the salty air with high-pitched notes of nostalgia.
For between the island of longing and mountains with willows of infatuation,
amidst the many gusts and gales of seasonal shifts,
between your ink and my canvas, I feel the warmth of your love-struck twilight,
as if we were wishing upon the same evening star, flickering opalescent flames of desire.
While fireflies flutter like aurora beams,
twirling like topaz that mirrors diamond dreams, above our skin,
screaming for a silent rendezvous,
where no wind or dust can blur or veil the musical memories of our unspoken poetry.
In this moment, I realize I am not alone. The seagull that visits the same spot every day rests still,
surrounded by ripples of honeyed turquoise. Perhaps she is lost in thought, just as I am,
as the way we both are in sync with nature reminds me of the ephemeral tunes of time~
how it unfolds Polaroids of promises, scattered like aching footprints in the moon-touched sand.
Maybe the dance of the seraphic breeze and flurry of hues would redefine unseen tomorrows,
as weightless crimson carries scarlet sonnets, sealed in spiced eloquence…
marigold secrets
etched within cinnamon sun~
halcyon heartbeats …
Written: April 13, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Let the water settle and you will see the moon and stars mirrored in your being," By Rumi
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Oat flakes float over the pale golden sky,
A white moon floats easily over land awry,
A shining reflection waltzes in your brown eye.
Your golden shade suits my dulcet face,
Glaucous clouds wrap seagulls as they pace,
Roses chilly hands ignite your heated place.
Soak it all in while I built a sandcastle—our empire,
A soft, wild cry from the coast, where we fire,
Seashells, salt and sand spats, our hearts wire.
Postcard-worthy memories cram my halcyon mind,
I'm catching a glimpse of moon face from behind.
“Doing what you love is freedom. Loving what you do is happiness.”
Lana Del Rey
Happiness with peace for the masses comes sporadically,
And at times it feels like periods of great prosperity or
Long-lasting peace has come not often throughout history.
Changes in politics or times of trouble or war
Yank away the good times causing for many stress or tragedy.
Oh, how I long for the ‘80’s. Down came a mighty wall!
No recent decade can match it, and I was having a ball!
Halcyon – 10-6-23
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Halcyon
Across the still and placid lake
Halcyon drifts
In misty cloaks of tranquility
Stitched with twilight patches of contentment,
Bits of unbound moonlight
Bow
In courtly minuets
On adagio waves
Then lightly skim the face of the shore
With twilight fragments
Of fading mauve
As velvet vespers of soft chimes
Calm the ghostly wraiths of torrid afternoons
With dusky balms,
To slowly stumble into mantles of lavender’s eiderdown
Wrapped in shawls of gently rocking barcaroles
As doves and nightingales
Sing remnants of dawn and dusk
Into lyric seams of rounded swells
Capturing serenity in the cloth of fading light
Shedding calm shadows on untroubled waters.
Under the demure willow
In my hammock just to brood
Complete relaxation
On my opulent lagoon
Right outside my bungalow
Grows plethora of the Moon Flower
They are so lithe with beauty
You could only dream of such a power
Their elixir serves much eloquence
To let go, and just release
The stress of your emotions
Let them halt and cease
My place is one quite comely
Here you’ll find relief
You’ll hear susorrous in the wind
As it whisks away your grief
Take the essence of felicity
Combined with natures bliss
From the shore you’ll see my wafture
As I blow a goodbye kiss
WRITTEN ON: 03/03/2011 3:03 pm
The countryside is as delectable as an apple pie, feel free to dip in and enjoy a slice of my world , quote by poet
When I need to relax and seek quiet meditation
I head for the countryside without any hesitation
My weekend retreat’s perched on top of the hill
far away from the city, it’s so peaceful and still
The picturesque lake is such a tranquil scene
with the mountains reflected it looks so serene
Cool fresh mountain air is like a soothing balm
I’m at one with nature, I’m content and calm
Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
05/14/21
Like an Orchid in bloom
I fell for you
Little by little
I was consumed
Were do I sleep?
When thought and dream
You constantly seep
Into my heart
To become a part
Tethered to me
For all to see
Times were good
Some stressful too
But I was happy
Being next to you
I saw only you
You saw only her
And yet I fought
For you to be together
With the person
Who shined in your eyes
I should have no reason
To be this nice
To set up the person I liked
With the one she seeked
Even though it wasn't me
But now your leaving
The one who loved you
And everyone else too
Halcyon Heaven
beneath pearly sky
rocks recline in limpid loch
halcyon heaven
20 Feb 2010
Do you remember way back, yester-year,
and far off times when life had just begun?
Of languid days, so free and debonair,
all by the pool with friends and having fun?
Those happy thoughts of Sue and Kate and Clare,
their tummies tanned and torsos basking in the sun?
And me? Do I recall this bright and carefree dawn?
Oh no. You see, I wasn’t even born!
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For nette onclaud's 'MOMENT IN ANOTHER TIME' Contest by Charles Clive.
IN THE WINTER SOLSTICE,
WHERE HATE AND FEAR LAY
DESTINE TO THE DARKNESS
UNTIL THE HALCYON LAYS HER
EGGS IN THE COLD UNFORGIVEN
EARTH, AND THEN TAKE FLIGHT
ALLEGORY
COPYRIGHT 2017 UNDER BOOK BY MARY E. W. STEPHENSON TITLE LOOKING AT THE LIGHT FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE.
Sunset
a living sketch
colours curled together like smoke
in shades gold and plum
oblivious inspiration
to my humbled brush
my halcyon days of childhood
alas! i feel as lost ecstatic paradise
i played under the azure sky
now in no way memory permits to sacrifice
i screamed along with my friends
my free heart now lies in grave of time
flawless sound of words are rusted as an old iron bar
in solitude stepping to the valley of mime
Oh! my lovely golden days of childhood
will you meet me in my old age again
when a new rainbow will smile above
ditto feeling will pass through my vein
Long live in halcyon days
of yore the golden age
of my history mysteries
known to none but one.
My inner terminal washed
in ancient memory and gilded
in halcyon rays...
Of a memory remembered differently
known to none!
But one my inner sight encrusted
in a veneer of a golden age,
starting to crack
and
peel…
The Falling Away.
Reflects the truth of a mystery
burred deep in my history
like a corpse of a former life
longed to live in halcyon days...
Gloried in fading gilded rays of memories…
A lone.
Long
live
Halcyon Days!
Oh my dearly beloved sister,
I'll come as the raindrops to sleep on your flowery heart
Nothing in this Universe possesses the power to set us apart
Compared to you and me, Monalisa is not the greatest art
When you are alone, I'll will be right with you as your breath
You are the equation for every single deliberation I do in math
My soul will still be with you even after I got racked up by death
Oh my dearly beloved sister,
When you become the night sky
I'll embellish you with dazzling technicolour stars
When you ever wanted to cry
I'll make you smile with the tunes of sitars
When your throats are going to dry
I'll cool them with the Sakura's fragrant attar
Whenever you say the word "bye"
I feel the excruciating pain of a thrusting scimitar
Oh my dearly beloved sister,
How could I ever live without your smile by my side
Oh, sincerely, without you, my heart would have dried
The aroma of your canorous words is my greatest pride
The light from your honey-splashing cheeks is my guide
In the paradise, the God had this relation forever tied...
I sit still…
Learning life through observation…
Instinct wise serpents allow change to flow…
Growing slowly, shedding skin rebirthing new…
One with purpose, not thinking; being circling cycles of energy…
Resistance absent; serpents seeking sun releasing old allowing new…
Part of the whole…
I sit still…
Watching the old parking garage…
Rusting metal chipping dissolving back to earth…
Transforming its outdated purpose into new compounds for creation…
Its old self beliefs fading away allowing trees and grass to reset the stage…
Slow with time, fast with timeless circling cycles of energy one with now embracing change…
Part of the whole…
I sit still…
Seeing the planets spinning …
Revolving around the central sun…
Source of light; source of heat, beaming particles of change…
Our home; Earth dancing with the present moment…
Knowing change; creating cycles…
Part of the whole…