Best Hybronnet Poems
Neither puppy love nor lust, each insists
in its imperfect play. Their hearts resist
both by clinging in its barbaric way.
Youth forgiven. The wolf begs her to stay.
But a commitment is made in marriage.
It is not found in a baby carriage.
What do we know of love - it’s not first sight.
It is the highs and lows - bond holds on tight.
Love’s patient, kind, not selfish nor boastful.
It’s the making of memories - joyful.
To let go of bitterness’ a decision.
Poof like magic, the wrongs are forgiven.
Black and blues, the stumbles and falls, gets up
on the horse - believers climb to the top.
~
Now what of those years, of the worse decrease?
Does the sorrow make the better cerise?
Does the white-gowned wife, handsome groom resume
as if the bond is pruned, roses in bloom?
Yes, the rivulets of tears reverent.
The jubilee melody resonant.
When love is stirred with sugar and nettles,
sorrow’d years melt. Felicitous petals
land on silver hair and wrinkles. O God!
Yes, three cords complete and restore the flawed.
Love protects, hopes, perseveres in trials.
The truth of a lifetime's years in their smiles.
Shakespeare regales Summer’s hot gaze, short days.
Yet love stoked in the Winter’s hearth - O blaze!
1/30/2021
What Is Love
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Hybronnet is similar to a sonnet, can have a variable rhyme scheme,
does not have to be iambic meter. The poet is given liberty to choose how to structure the rhyme of the Hybronnet poem into a combination of rhymes be it slant, feminine, masculine, etc. or apply it in any design deemed appropriate
Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation
and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness,
we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.
Harriet Lerner
Lord Leofric: The waging of war is man’s affair
Lady Godiva: Then wage war in your way, M’Lord,
and I’ll wage war in mine
Movie, Lady Godiva of Coventry (1955)
MASQUERADE
Quivers the man traversing the icescape.
Queen dominates the saddle with her eyes.
Size five, bare, narrow feet melt snowy floor.
Masquerade - his wife dreamy in disguise.
Flesh, smooth as ice rink, after zamboni.
Warm hearth behind the seven veils of d’sire.
Godiva tresses descend to her knees.
Bright red lips, parting flames, a flute of fire.
Singes where cherry makes contact...shivers
and moans like Winter Nor’easter through trees.
Memories malleable — tongue to ink.
Lobe, neck, thighs surrender to cold night tease.
Quiet warmth underneath the satin sheets.
His eyes wide open - concedes his defeat.
2/1/2021
Sensual Poetry
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
HMS Line 1 lists icescape as 3 syllables but it is 2
“In silent seclusion, we question the haunting whispers while losing air, craving just one last second within moving minutes of healing” Quote by Poet
I'm lost between dusky dews of twilight,
tethered to the tomb of withered flowers,
trailing souvenirs within frosted hours,
as stars wane like ghosts, stealing the skylight,
splattering ink across a somber maze
in hues of dreams and periwinkle haze,
to paint crestfallen roses with reasons~
veiled behind verses of balmy seasons.
But will the wind and waves merge in stillness;
unleash elixirs to heal the broken,
and voice the hurt that remains unspoken?
Or am I to forever sail through sins~
across woeful seas of peridot pins,
like a mere outcast, silenced by sickness…
Rising early to seek the Lord, while he may be found
I take a breath to cleanse my heart while the world keeps spinning ‘round
As the sun peaks o’er the edge to wake from thoughtful sleep
I find my own thoughts leaning to, and plunge in waters deep
I think about the hands of God; the wounds he took for me
The weight of that heavy cross he bore to set me free
I think of his strong and sure embrace to comfort when I’m down
How those hands lift me up and turn my every frown
When sickness rears its ugly head, His hands are there to heal
I know He’s with me when I pray, hands touch me when I kneel
His hands are there to point the way; they’ve guided all along
His hands, like a father should, correct me when I’m wrong
When my very world is shaking, I know that Heaven stands
When my anxious heart is breaking, I’ll not let go His hands.
By Christopher Thor Britt and Lucy Gutierrez Matos - 2014
Motif: Spirituality
A Collaboration
Chilly the pride shredding me torn.
In soft grass I lay odd pieces
of my new wound, bloody from scorn
and wrath as pushed in my creases.
I sent harmony into flight
to secure love’s peaceful, prime feel,
but rage launched and eclipsed my light.
My heartache carved deep its reveal.
Sorrow shockingly spilled my grief
when I fell on your bitterness.
Now downed by joy’s ignorant thief,
I sad fold in grass tenderness.
Striving for life in Pleasantville,
I blindly bit regret’s whole pill.
... CayCay
2-10-17
There is a silence beyond my window;
though the wind is a low desolate moan;
with dark clouds heavy with ominous rain;
and now there is a howl like a voice forlorn.
~ My purple curtains flutter and billow;
oh, this dismal day makes me feel alone;
and I am reminded of my past pain;
for though it has been years now ... I still mourn. ~
Like the threatening rain that is in limbo;
I close my eyes and see all the names in stone;
and stand weeping- wind a violin strain;
like a love symphony that makes me yearn.
~ The wind and clouds crash and rain is falling
and beyond my window it is pouring ~
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April 20, 2021
Poetry/Hybronnet/Beyond My Window
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1348-370-20
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Apr 22)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/20/2021
First Place
“Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.” Voltaire
In sapphire skies, so soft, serene and fair,
a balloon floats adrift in tepid air.
Nonchalant it hovers without a care.
Over and under clouds like they're not there.
It's mindful not to burn from the sun's glare.
keeping clear from branches, so not to tear.
At peace it seems, wandering unaware,
until a storm forms to cause it despair.
Gruesome gales force it to blow everywhere,
grim rain has no mercy for its welfare.
Breathless, it deflates into disrepair,
plunging, it no longer looks debonair.
The pursuit of life can become unfair,
just like the thickly sown thorns of Voltaire.
"To lay awake and watch the galaxy slowly move, memories stored unlocked, a touch of existence." Quote by poet
An endless ebony garden of stars,
Galaxy humming wonder earthly ours.
Ancient significant source of power,
A warm celestial kept in earthen jars.
To stand in gesture wavering flower.
Tall scattered shadowed trees gaze upon bliss.
A touch of autumn breeze, a breath, a kiss,
Untimely morning rendezvous like thieves.
A now sanctified world now quite submiss,
Transient nature sits under flirting leaves.
Within thy breast a promise earth strong might,
Quelled waft and sounds blow through the hours of night.
Reflective flow of spring beside banks end
Thrilling sublime sights and whispers descend.
... I live then by the cold while in Summer
Would that I could back these places in time —
Even its iron still buried in ice
There on my skin, the buttoned September.
— Tongue chases the buds from my kiss's frost
The invisible meltdown in air rushed —
...She's been sustained, said cold's innocent glow.
Time will return the eyes from long ago.
...One crystal box that came once of the girl —
There the windows in the dark coming to.
...Every dance, I remember your moves,
As claustrophobics will never see me —
...The center of someone else — on how she
Falls evicted; glass breasts; midst of freeze twirl.
“He is not a lover who does not love forever.” - Euripides
I savor each tender kiss from your lips
Your touch stirs great ardor within my heart
Grateful for time spent when we're together
Our lucent love shines despite an eclipse
United as one 'til death we must part
Two hearts are joined without rings to tether
You are my life, beloved destiny
Eyes aflame with desire, your arms outstretched
Through joys and hardships, we walk hand in hand
Great lovers, we are now and forever
Visions of you, in my mind has been etched
Like footprints, together pressed in beach sand
Not washed away by tides; no, my love ~ never
Faithful now, and throughout eternity
GOD WILL NOT BE MOCKED
He sits high upon golden calf
— invisible to naked eye.
If they saw him they’d know the half.
The mocking dragon waves goodbye.
The red face of Moses turns pale.
He descends the holy mountain.
Harried stone tablets —downward sail!
Quake splits earth with molten fountain.
Serpent’s head crushed in mortal blow.
With Living Water washed away.
Polished idol no longer glows.
The trumpet wounds! It’s time to pay!
Ashen faces repent of sin,
having witnessed the wrathful din.
2/5/2018
By Poet "In this crazy world we must now live. Be loving and be kind, it is free so give it away."
Today living in this crazy old world,
where our own feelings seem to be unfurled,
are we becoming robots looking burled?
Some of the good things in life cost nothing,
should we all spend more time being loving,
our many bad words we should be crushing.
Many words and actions have strong power,
wear a big smile like a pretty flower,
our words and actions should be sweet not sour.
Loving kindness can come in any size,
make someone's day a wonderful surprise,
take them to watch a beautiful sunrise.
Kindness costs nothing so give it away,
in this crazy world we live day-to-day.
I shall return to Florida
In late autumn, a driving trip
When blooms have lost their stamina,
And I shall need to get a grip.
Surely before the first cold spell
Settles in, ere the first snowfall
I shall find a small place to dwell
Near the seashore where I can scrawl
Short verses on sandy beaches,
Where children collect fresh seashells
And play well above the reaches
Of the tide, I love ocean smells.
A watch on the skies I will keep
Lest a storm strikes while I'm asleep.
written July 23, 2021
Hi guys, please go through my poem wrote by Mrs.Madhavi about imperial and blushing rose..
Blushing Rose
Glowing in the early dawn,
Hey my beautiful rose..
Your aromatic fragrance has touched my soul..
Each and every united petals of yours vibrates me, making me alive..
O'wild rose, You stroked my heart!!
Falling on my face, You are the one who don't make deceitful pretences..
You are the one who endowed me a smile as a surprise..
Your charismatic posture embedded in a deep space of my heart..
O'delirious rose, You flicked my soul!!
Wrapped by disliking thorns and spines..
Loves the spirit you cheerfully withstand..
My eyes are desperately thirsty to have a quick glance of your tendered feature..
O'chaotic rose, You twitched my nerves!!
Your dusky red colour..
enamoured my entire body..
Enigmatic cheers on my lips..
I wanna kiss you forever forever..
Holding you in my hands, bending on my knees..
O'ferine rose u reached the highest peak of my heart!!
Amongst the bushes and raw grass,
My heart got connected with you..
Chromatically waving in an air..activating my sense
Inspiring me making my d-day delighted..
O'glimmering rose,trustworthily you ignited passion inside me!!
Glimpse of yours make me kinetized,my blushing pearl..
Freakly taking a deep breathe,my blossoming chics..
Flaming love in my heart i can offer you..
O'amorous rose, for that You have to be mine..be mine My Queenliest love.. !!
Two kittens sleep
aside as I write purring
each in a moccasin