Best Impearled Poems
Spills of flowers everywhere - elation !
I love to water each petal with joy
Bells and Daisies * Tulips and Carnations
I am a gardener named Helen of Troy
Garland dreams loopy Dahlia ali oops
"love me like I am" says each bud to me
Blooming kisses and rosettes, Tipsy Red
they are my yellows just like bumblebees
Cascades of waterfall blossoms, dot . net
impearled in my heart - adorneth and loved.
Each floralette is like a classical fret
diminished by none, a flare up en-gloved
Whimsical gardens *** florescent tandems
I'm an anthem of glory... a willful mayhem!
Categories:
impearled, appreciation, flower, garden,
Form:
Sonnet
Bespangled
she sashays up the shore
from a sequin gowned sea
wearing the undulating waves
of aquamarine and ambrosial sheen
adorned with shimmering and shivering seeds of excitement
A thousand beaded fingertips
trace her coral curves
whispering sweet nothings
in the luscious language of brine and blue
drizzling down
her sea-salted soul-case
teasing and tempting
her cooled honeyed patina
to passionately impearled pertness
Enraptured as he is
enticed by her dreamscape
the yearning senescent sands sigh~
longing for relics of rose-water regrets.
Susan Ashley
February 8, 2017
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: #400
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
impearled, desire, fantasy, imagery, loss,
Form:
Free verse
a pixie dust allusion on fairy wing profusion
a cranberry wreath on a child of bequeath
a touch of grace on a deer soft as lace
a lantern slow beam on a forest gleam
in a world of gilded fantasy, we are poetry
in a world of innocent dreams their coterie
in a fairy world of love we are impearled
in a moment of creative enfold we're gold
an incandescent light at the end of a forest
one touch of mercy and suddenly we're blest.
Categories:
impearled, appreciation, fairy,
Form:
Rhyme
"Like branches of a rooted, sturdy tree
a family survives, each limb entwined."
__by Poet
Huge fragmented spaces fill my mind
and heart with unbalances that sadden my world-
for as I gaze upon those branches- I now find
the truth they show, as time passed by has unfurled.
The fruit upon this old tree-
one time was sweet and lush as it could be;
but, forever staying firm as such- is not a guarantee.
Oh, family tree, when I was young, we'd all share
thriving on these varied branches- bound with care;
now just your names are there.
Your beings- once whole with life- rest in death confined.
Now fragmented spaces full of memories I do keep impearled.
Extended family, long ago, loved me-
Grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts; my love- still declare.
July 14, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces
Sponsor: Constance La France
Jusfws: 08/13/2021
Categories:
impearled, family, tree, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Pardon me pretty girl
I am sorry I let them
Ruin the beauty
You have impearled
They have conquered your land
And I have never seen
You smile, since you've become
A slave to their commands
Allowed them to, do those things
Pardon me pretty girl
I am sorry I let them
Rip off your wings
Abuse you
Misuse you
Rape you and laugh as you weep
Beat you to death and
Put your dreams to sleep
Their fingers are marked on your neck
Pardon me pretty girl
I am sorry I let them
Turn you into such a wreck
Never lose hope, beautiful
One day you'll be free
We'll soar in your sky
You and me
We'll sit in the shades
Of innocence, and your autumn's leaves
As broken songs are sung
By your chilling breeze
We'll laugh with all your colors...
Giggles of chocolate brown
Fiery orange, and intense red
We'll destroy the life of
Icy blue melancholy
That they have lead
We'll swim in your mysterious oceans
And wash off their sins
In a heaven where everything is azure
Only justice wins
We'll nurture your flowers...
That gave birth to aromas
I have never smelled
And ignite tranquil emotions
I have never felt
We'll water your emerald trees...
That held me with their
Motherly branches
In my desperate
Times of need
We'll hold your warm sun in our hands...
Watch your waterfalls cascade
Into frozen rivers of hope
That never melt
We'll kill the biterness that
You have felt
As your sunlight holds on
To our eyelashes
We'll nap on rainbows...
Where the only pot of gold
Is made of your past's
Burnt ashes
Until then I'll wait...
For that day when you shall be free
Pardon me pretty girl
I am sorry I let them
Harm you and me
Categories:
impearled, natureme, sorry, day, me,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
I don't know
Who was it
But it is definite
I got the rainbow
At a forgotten point of time
It was placed
A flower vase finely laced
The vine leaves climb
Very often in the sleep
During the REM phase
Shows up the lace
The pink relief
I wake up naturally with
The water lily in my psych
The morning I so much like
The words of clarity and pith
The glistening bone china
Not just solo
The aroma of aloe
And the little myna
I am sure some angel
When I was a child
With her hands lotus mild
Had given the flowers of the apples
It may be my mother
Or someone else
All my ice melts
In the dream stir
In the complex world
The survival wouldn’t be possible
Without the seagull
From the gift impearled
The decorated vessel
Returns over and over
Forever the lover
A hundred boats sail
The sail of affection
the winds of love
The clouds of fluff
The rhododendrons
________________________
April 14, 2018
Anonymous Angels - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Yazmin Malik
Categories:
impearled, angel,
Form:
Rhyme
Hide this box and tell your friends
You have a new obsession,
Spread new gossip, renounce confidences,
All without regression.
After they have disappeared
Creep silently away,
Reclaim your box and open it,
Take the time to play!
Rub the smooth, cool borders,
Finger recessed chinks,
Shine the impearled surfaces,
To opalescent pink!
Add a perfumed ball,
The butler’s patina rampant,
Retain the treasured keepsake,
Effulgence is apparent!
Categories:
impearled, imagery, memory, remember, symbolism,
Form:
Quatrain
I can still remember the innocence of your face,
Cupped by your hair like soft strands of lace,
And those little pink fingers gently curled,
Thanks for lighting up my dark world.
That twinkle of happiness in your eyes,
As you saw my face after your loud cries,
Those tiny drops of tears like glittering pearls,
Thanks for lighting up my dark world.
I remember those long & sleepless nights,
When putting you to sleep was a constant fight,
How I loved to see you drift into a dreamworld,
Thanks for lighting up my dark world.
How I loved to see you grow old each day,
Touching other’s lives in your own special way,
While your own little world around me swirled,
Thanks for lighting up my dark world.
The day you took your first baby step,
How I swelled with pride with every footstep,
I danced, I jumped with happiness I swirled,
Thanks for lighting up my dark world.
With each passing day you are growing old,
Filling up my life with memories to forever hold,
Golden memories with your presence impearled,
Thanks for lighting up my dark world.
Dated: 16/8/18
Categories:
impearled, baby, children, daughter, for
Form:
Rhyme
Bursting shades of fire ember sweet desire
an Orange Jubilee, bathing in the sun
Wild charmed poppies, blushing sunsets
paprika colored dahlias blowing in the wind;
Nostalgic golden lights of evening twilight
resplendent in vivid splashes of yellow
Brass dreams tinted with soul's aspire,
a wedding band of love that's timeless, old.
Tinctures of diamond hues of sapphire
indigo skies of teal, a planetary cosmic,
infinite as the heavens that filled the stars *
Blue corn moments of sweetness,
the artist's palette shimmers with light
Starry Starry Night, twirling gazes
barely grazing, each color begins to bleed
beneath the morning fields of amber gray
Overlaid in silver the graying tones of life
muted to perfection, a priceless heirloom.
Impearled rosary beads, fingers turn
the sterling breaths of love begin anew.
Paint not in shades that don't belong to you
for even God alone could not replace the hue,
create the perfect shade in you, dear one
and don't forget to be the best that you can be.
Categories:
impearled, analogy, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Beautiful pink flowers with petals of rose
Blown by the icy wind into a delicate pose.
Untouched by small or large human hands,
A field of blossoms spread across the land.
Nature’s presence so perfectly impearled
In this violence, stolen from a dream world.
It’s far too difficult for our flawed hearts to cease
Their mutterings if we leave the scene in peace.
The soft gentle petals curl up into a ball,
Withering brown, crunching up and fall.
Categories:
impearled, analogy, art, death, nature,
Form:
Couplet
The endless horizon above the law less world
Swoops down like through the air cuts a sword
By no resistance of any kind it is impearled
It is free and line between possible and impossible is blurred
The abyss to anything earthly has no reference point
Yet at the base with the soul it is conjoint
First spirit the second will anoint
Transforming it to beyond divine from any standpoint
The spider webs sprang on the summer’s day
Tell the story that will enchant but can also dismay
Any that of it blossoming would stand in the way
Blossoming of supernatural otherworldly ballet
Categories:
impearled, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmLsbatEo_w&t=27s
Quote by: Victor Buhagiar
Free your mind of old chains, fetch me all nine muses focus on fairies, elves and pixies,
find me my potions, fiction must reign here.
The leaves open their hands widely and tiny little fairies float out
full of shimmer and grace
Give them milk and honey cakes then watch them shine like a silver moon,
with a nascent happy face
Little elves no bigger then my thumb, with keen sense of smell and hearing
frolicking about
Leaping and bouncing with joy while the forest hums, impearled with magic
and clout
Pixies so small no higher then the human knee, aqua droplets
spritely dismembering aglow
like opulent diamonds in the snow, they glitter and leave happiness
wherever they go
Free your mind of old ways and join the newbies of the magical forest of old
watch the harmonica sky ripple a tune out for leaves all etched in gold
Fetch me my potions , fiction must reign here ,
in the Kingdom of Tublerose-bellaseer
July 19, 2020
Categories:
impearled, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Like an alien I am,
Running my soft, sad program.
Drifting through in this vessel,
This body. Wicked devil.
I look into their deep lives.
I look deep into their eyes.
But inside I clearly see,
Little synonymity.
I gaze up into the stars,
Behold the dreams from afar,
Miles away and fading,
Feeling only my heart aching.
Alone I am until I die,
Yet still, I look up at the sky,
And hope a star will fall here.
Dreamers only bleed their tears.
But the stars are far away.
I now drift into the fray,
Of people strong swift and sharp,
Of them now the minstrels harp:
It seems so natural for them,
Their friendships bloom grow and stem.
They find love so easily.
Why is it I cannot see,
Their love, my life? Perfect sin.
Why can’t I just fit in?
They look at me with cold eyes,
Words withheld. Judgment implied.
Quickly hide in my facade,
Hoping they won’t know I’m odd.
Undetected I spectate,
But never participate,
In their lives so fair and true,
This fact, God, it makes me blue.
Feeling like I’m in the world,
But yet apart. Rage impearled,
Buried deep within myself,
Introspection. Foreign hell.
But alas no one will see,
This deeper dark part of me.
Like an alien am I.
Drifting deeper into the lies,
Sowed by man. I cry in space,
For my fate. Unholy grace.
Categories:
impearled, 11th grade, image, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
This was inspired by: Mike Gentile
His poem is entitled : Confessions Of A Youngster, At Heart
Whoever thought one day I'd let my hair go gray and walk with a sway
"They are only laughter lines" I told myself, disregarding a wrinkle in time.
I promised to be one of those ladies who would look suave at sixty five,
but when you see me walk down the isle, I cannot hide that lombar slide.
I will wear dresses of fresh linen with only leather belts that buckle,
and when my shaky hands refuse to still, I'll blame it on my knuckles !
When I looked into the mirror then,... all I saw was a pretty girl,
but now I see two kindly eyes and a memory impearled !
I rise at 6 and retire at 9, I sleep on my side for the one I adore,
lovie says that when I snore, it sounds like a lion's roar !
I am happy with my life,
and although I lose my train of thought sometimes,
I still wake up every morning feeling grateful,
that I am still able to dress, to the nines...
Categories:
impearled, age, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Time to understand and learn
by changes that not return.
Applicable and unforeseen
remembrance of what have been.
Giving the selfish shadow a rest
and nourish an ethical best.
The force of life the gift to care,
replace that machine what keeps you stare.
Time to return to a sacred glance,
taking the leading role in the living dance.
Enrich those smiles as long as you can,
with tears of joy where it all began.
The waters of integrity carry every reach
while the waves of false hope dissolve at the beach.
Time and all one can give so silently,
living stardust by the future to see.
Then by natures law in splendor swore,
this sacred dust carries on and nothing more.
When in doubt in all that gaze,
to remember a rainbow in that haze.
The individual light is the myriad of a struggled world,
where the great soul knows to dwell impearled.
Categories:
impearled, 12th grade, people, wisdom,
Form:
Ballade