Best Knells Poems
While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.
Along the crests crawl shallow shades the soaring sun effaces
and rains in streams enhance the dreams that fantasy embraces
while ocean sprays of yesterdays reveal forsaken faces.
The midday sun has slowed its run, a shrinking puddle steams,
between the knells of shattered shells drift soaring seagulls’ screams –
the beauty wends but never ends, or so it surely seems.
At dusk a ruddy disk descends, the skyline's furnace burns
and neath the swells where Neptune dwells, an undercurrent churns –
a seahorse hides and seaweed bides until the tempest turns.
While twilight hosts the winds with ghosts of barbed electric spangles,
a mermaid braves the crashing waves adorned with starfish bangles –
her spirit yearns in twists and turns entwined in rockweed tangles.
As seven stranded seamen scan the dimple-dappled moon,
a brace of surly Sirens serenade a lonely loon –
the breakers pound and sometimes sound a melancholy tune.
Soon gales ignite the briny night and rip the skies askew
with zigzag teeth flashed deep beneath a blazing bolt tattoo –
storms, spent, subside in ebbing tides, then all begins anew.
Categories:
knells, nature, sea, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
The sun rests in its golden orb, shining bright dazzling the eyes
Meadows green with dew drops fresh, the cattle lazing away cries
The farmhands nap beneath the trees, the breeze caress and dies
As the curfew knells folks head home and pray
Thanking the Lord for the rewarding day
Face brimming with sheer bliss and mirth
Content they praise and sing from birth
What true happiness can be witnessed herein
For the Lord blesseth those who seek of him.
Those greedy and selfish , pine more riches
Idle days wasted, in slumber and glitches
While holding contempt for those plebeians
And are never content, contrasting agrarians
No time for Lord, who observe cadence
No more thanks for the blessings immense
Heaven doth beckon those who believe
And the rest he reckon, to try and grieve
For....
This is the day that God gave to play and he purvey
This is the day that God gave to toil and stop foil
This is the world that God gave, for men to live and pray
This is the world that God gave to care, share and stay.
What a wonderful world!!!
© Nadiya (28 Jan '15)
*Won 3rd place on 30 Jan 2015 in the contest 'This is the day that Lord gave' by Verlena S. Walker
Categories:
knells, blessing, dedication, god, happiness,
Form:
A Beckoning finger glides her flight
tasting the wind,
to gather insight
Lifting her arms tendril-ed to light
drifting in feeling,
is darkness and fright
Soaring to plains,knights had fought
in helmets and headstones
her passion is wrought
A Flaming phoenix,re-birthed no more
A splendor embers
to ash on the floor
Wizards are slain and witches dispelled
majestic they hung,
to final death knells
Screams of mercy,rip into heart
calling the magic,
dirt caged in part
Exquisite white witch dripping with love
trembling her spirit,
watched from above
Releasing her power A dragon breath pales
kaleidoscoped magic,
lifting dark veils
Four elements drawn earth,wind and fire
water poured forth,
soaking a pyre
Earth stamped evil beneath his sin
wind settled hell,
the flames did rescind
Dusted of tragedy,on hallowed ground
sucking black magic,
in gasps that resound
Echoing Demons,soaking with shame
anviled to stone,
now have no name
Fire burnt mercy back into heart
myths of history,
now live the past
Drifting in peace,a witch found rest
laying her head,
is all she requests
Categories:
knells, fantasy
Form:
Rhyme
BELLS
I.
Bells has a tingling ring to it,
a jingledy-jangle silver tone.
The tympanic waltz, close knit —
angelic chorus of Christ’s throne.
And Winter parades its magic —
the pure white snow purling gold.
Morgans’ shiver and shake chromatic.
Enchantment’s carol — behold!
O Christmas day — the pearly gates
stretched wide open in senssuround,
handbells harmonious, worldwide translate
singing, sweeping, melody crowned.
~
II.
*Poesome bells! They’re morose.
Tentacles dingle-dangle forth.
Curious onlooker of its strokes,
midnight binds its ears, looks North.
The lonesome brass calls for lad
and lass with clean cuts and braids.
The aww-no sound is clad
in a nonsenseless grade.
*Edgar Allen dawdles with death clang,
its clanger brain, hellish.
The beauty, from tower hangs —
the dauber of knells doth relish.
12/20/2020
*Some thoughts from Poe’s poem “The Bells”
Categories:
knells, beautiful, christmas, dark, sound,
Form:
Rhyme
You're in love-plight and sing for me each night,
As though abandoned by the savage world;
On the kingsize bed, here, we spouses fight,
In whirlpools of nightmares, I'm, often, hurled...!
Insomniac and sleepwalking; I sing,
Mindlessly over roofs with broken tiles;
And hear from a far-off church, my knells ring,
Faded from our faces are those soft smiles...!
In the furnace of the cast we get burned,
Religions stand far and harp on morals;
When, lo, to ashes, our physiques get turned,
Will zeitgeists glorify us with laurels...?
Could clutches of cultures, yet, long hold back?
Yeah, at last, breaking the caves of our graves,
Our nightingales, within, will make crypts crack,
Sweet songs will soar over soundless sea waves...!!!
10 April 2023
SIMPLY POETRY 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Categories:
knells, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Let the evils of the day suffice to themselves,
Let not the dark descend to deeper depths.
Let our better angels draw their subtle breaths,
To softly sing of virtue 'round our souls' deep wells
As the nightfrost bears the spectral knells
From distant, dreaming, timeworn towers
Slowly marking magical hours,
Casting secret shadowspells.
Let slip our barges on the sea of dreams,
Above those deeps where memory sleeps.
Smooth down the furrowed, careworn brow
As our ship above soft wavelets streams,
Unheedful of the kelpy deeps
Beneath the brightness we call Now.
Categories:
knells, introspection, life, peace, psychological,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
The sun rests in its golden orb, shining bright dazzling the eyes
Meadows green with dew drops fresh, the cattle lazing away cries
The farmhands nap beneath the trees, the breeze caress and dies
(Yields of green fields basked in HIS glory are being challenged)
As the curfew knells folks head home and pray
Thanking the Lord for the rewarding day
Face brimming with sheer bliss and mirth
Content they praise and sing from birth
What true happiness can be witnessed herein
For the Lord blesseth those who seek of him.
(Twilight reveals long dreary paths, destination ambiguous)
Those greedy and selfish , pine more riches
Idle days wasted, in slumber and glitches
While holding contempt for those plebeians
And are never content, contrasting agrarians
No time for Lord, who observe cadence
No more thanks for the blessings immense
Heaven doth beckon those who believe
And the rest he reckon, to try and grieve
(Only the righteous reap bounty at the terminus)
For....
This is the day that God gave to play and he purvey
This is the day that God gave to toil and stop foil
This is the world that God gave, for men to live and pray
This is the world that God gave to care, share and stay.
What a wonderful world!!!
©Nadiya (17 Feb '15)
For the contest '' by Craig Cornish
poems: 'What the Lord Gave'(primary) posted 28 Jan 2015
'Glorious Field-Visual 2'(secondary) posted 29 Jan 2015
Categories:
knells, blessing, god, happiness, spiritual,
Form:
It's a universal soup for two --
The medium for all known life.
A magic, elemental, H2O stew.
In fat storm-puffs of water rife.
Breathing in and over the world:
In a rare, thirsty-desert deluge;
On peaks of snow, wind-whirled;
Beneath the streets it rises, huge.
Where you live, it rains and smells.
That Ozone-fresh feels the best....
Listen to trillions of droplet-knells,
A sizzling, misty downpour fest.
Drooping drips of splats and sound.
The pitter-patter of sidewalk echoes,
Extending from rain-soaked ground.
A poet paints water-of-life frescoes....
August 11, 2016
Categories:
knells, creation, earth, environment, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
Russians supplied mission old bells.
High in tower chime their slow knells.
Listen, great their single tone swells.
Honor those dead.
Time to mourn alarum note tells.
Missal lines read.
Categories:
knells, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
Here I behold my shadow,
And it stares back at my horror
Giggling up at my very cold soul-
I seize fright, I take flight
There I peep through the mirror,
And panic at the radial terror
The eyes, the wrinkles, the color-
Where is death; there should be no morrow!
Before me lies my photo,
once discarded afar from aversion
How did it return to my parlor?
Who pierced its eyes, X-ed the forehead?
Then I behold my Cadaver
In the red casket, sweat on its brow-
What crime soils my hands?
Is there no peace even in Death?
In disgust I turn away-to flee
But - the toll of bells - hollow knells-
Then from behind echoes a hoarse shriek
I recoil to behold that cold cadaver
Stagger from its doomed red casket
and with its mouldy hand, blackened by damnation,
Reach for my poor soul
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!
Categories:
knells, corruption, death, depression, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Coal face
disgrace
Bad vibes
from tribes
Dark art
at heart
Big deal
surreal
Uptight
yeah right
Sky high
my eye
Who knew
boohoo
My god
that’s odd
not half
a laugh
High five
alive
Stock phrase
daft craze
Buzz word
absurd
Smart tek
brain wreck
Sour pus
missed bus
High horse
off-course
Slow coach
cockroach
Big cheese
feels squeeze
Sore thumb
by gum
Hells bells
death knells
Fast lane
Insane
Bored stiff
with gif
Calm down
you clown
Joe soap
might cope
John dough
skid row
Jackpot
great scott
Long run
such fun
Clean sweep
knee deep
Bon mot
for show
Quick quip
takes dip
False dawn
a yawn
Created and posted : 10th October 2022 for Brian Strand contest
Categories:
knells, age, anxiety, art, character,
Form:
Footle
In a crumbling world of mine,
lies a heart of pains.
Thoughts of her swept
me off my feets.
Becoming wreaked
because, the body was heaved
to moving about.
Helplessly stagnant to a point.
Hardly was she aware
of my deepest felt love,
feelings and sincerity
coz, of her newly found desire.
Would i now become one
of those congregation that knells
or rolls on the floor
for mercy?
For how long would this be?
That i would keep selling a part
of my birthright on kneels.
All for love.
Am i really a fool?
that nature kicks around.
Is it really all about
L-O-V-E?
Can i get a lift
to take me across this dungeon?
to a land filled with milk and honey.
Or where lies my fate
in this contextual World?
Categories:
knells, confusion, love, sad,
Form:
I hear the Call of the Trumpet..
In my waking thoughts.. a music
that draws me in.. soaking me in its fiery embrace
like liquid magma, I drown in the hotness
I fear for my kin, my kind, my race
my generation, our disdain for truth and sanctity we abuse,
not ready to bow to GOD, and follow sanity
Death knells sounds near; a song, in its wake.
liquid voices, running rhythms, flowing chants
from the embryo, a locking of glances - look askance, the eyes stare
in red-hot moon and cold-bluish sun, imagery meets realism
and fact undresses truth.
Categories:
knells, allegory, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Christmas wishes, mine, I’ll tell:
To gain nor lose anything else.
What others bring wrapped in bows,
Are only trinkets, I should know.
Instead souls, the fill the shelves.
Who asks for gems, whistles and bells,
Never felt the pang of death knells,
Nor heard the quiet when they go,
Christmas wishes.
Once a rosy-cheeked little elf,
Love lies cold in a narrow cell.
Hear the voices in the winds that blow,
From wither they have left to go.
To gain nor give, I ask myself,
Christmas wishes.
Categories:
knells, loss,
Form:
Rondeau
Bell
rings, chimes
hours, announces
weddings, war ends, death knells.
Bell shape hollow, inverted cup
resonates, polls, rings, dings, dongs, pongs and pings
to bring order to day's events.
Bells rung,
done
Categories:
knells, sound,
Form:
Ninette