Best Lagoons Poems

A Fairy Tale
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem

Once upon a time, long-long ago there was a wishing star.
She, unlike a billion other bright shining stars, was magic.
Bored with her galaxy, she began to wander far away.
Streaking through the atmospheres...

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sometimes I sing 
antique anthems,
of the nights 
I was confined 
  within a bottle
of diamond tears,  
wept woefully
   from the widest sky
that held kaleidoscopic stars~
amidst festooned fields of 
pixie-dust flowers,
hanging like 
  starburst chandeliers, 
when t i m e was...

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“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson

Tonight the moon sanctioned 
her golden halo
to unfurl butterfly wings
rinsed with honey 
and champagne ribbons, 
as feathers of lunar crust rise,
to embellish the sky...

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"Human mind knows no constraints. Without spending time or money, one can make an odyssey into the outer space and even into other planets. What is needed is the fuel of imagination."  - By Poet



Outside, the night was gathering strength
How swift our lightning Sputnik,
Out...

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under a  doting amber moon
beneath rolling crescent waves
the mermaid of his dreams
sways gracefully in rhythm
with his vacillating moods
capriciously oscillating
from depths to
crystal blue lagoons



AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on December 15, 2019 for contest STRAND SPECIAL 3, ANY FORM, ANY THEME sponsored by...

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The River Mersey and The Black Pearl New Brighton 

Let the Caribee and sultry sea call to the pirates bold. 
But on this shore, with its tales of lore, The Mersey keeps its hold
For merchants, priests and pirates too left these docks to find
A new...

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The Eiffel Tower gives up its power,
                               When seductive Paris we travel through.
  ...

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"Ensnare My Heart"

By M. Taha Effendi

(Ballad)

O beautiful maiden of my captive heart,
Are you not the lone bard's pompous muse?
With allure that inspired the divine art,
Heavens' hand made you with such delicate use,

What sweet circumstance upon me befalls,
My heart the endearing perfidy has plotted,
Entombed in my...

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A kindred spirit halfway 'round the world
I can not see his face only his heart
His kind words and verses reveal his pearls
Exuding confidence and mind so sharp
Does he hoist his sail with wind in his face
And drop his anchor in quiet lagoons
Or keep wind to...

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BLUE BY YOU

What’s Blue by me?  

Butterfly wings, 
the Blue Moth in flight,
stilettos, suede shoes, 
for dancing at night.
Moonbows and rainbows, 
in the spectrum of blue,
the eyes of your love, 
when he’s laughing at you!  
Purple Lupine, Periwinkle,
and Violets can’t be!
Forget-me-nots, Bluebells, 
are...

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(Valentine's Collection)

50.

I drown within your most beautiful eyes,
through wonderful visions of precious love.
What visions I shall come to visualised,
come my beloved to Heaven above.
Sapphire eyes do become my paradise,
I now join your dreams, my beautiful dove.

I now swim within your lagoons of blue,
entranced by the...

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The scent of jasmine in the evening breeze,
The glory of colors in autumn trees.
Love poems to enchant my impassioned heart
Sculptures, paintings and all forms of great art.

To hear children's laughter, play with them too 
Music of my choice that sings the day through.
To have animals...

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The poor boy heard Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And streets illumined with colorful lights and stars
But his tiny hut looked dismal n’ dark like a prison camp

With a suppressed sigh, he inhaled the festive air
His little heart...

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Dominica
Gawaine Caldwater Ross

We share melons and papayas
beneath a sun benevolent.
A salty breeze, the river is cool,
and the passion flower blossoms
are fragile but rich. We stroke
their fragrance and sip intoxication -
we slip a little further and
I find myself afraid of love.

Papaya trees are many breasted,
the flesh...

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Crumble
brothels sprout
flesh peddlers collect their fees
selling daughters
in twos and threes
Lopez or Diaz
lazy or defiant
escaped
in polluted lagoons
the virus spreads

Dancing with the dead
priests absolve the devils
in their mist
Pilar sold her virginity
for a few bars of gold
wrapped in an old ladies hatred
she murdered her vows

Mexico is a land...

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