Best Lento Poems
No words can express my elation at becoming a mother
Show my tears of joy on that perfect wintery morn
Go and show my parents our tiny new born son
Snow flakes fell like confetti on the day that you were born
Haze of my brain adapting to your daily routine
Ways to make you happy was all this mother knew
Lays you in a rocking crib where you drift to sleep
Days flew by like lightning, how quickly you grew
How proud we are of the man you have become
Wow them son, go show the world you're the best
Ciao my beloved child, you're always in my thoughts
Now fully independent and you have flown the nest
Writing Prompt- Let's Write a Lento- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
1/31/20
Shaken birds shrill cry across darkened sky,
Awaken to the biting cold wind howls.
Taken by flash of lighting pulsing heart,
Forsaken stretch of night as thunder scowls.
Lost in the darkness, of pounding chill rain,
Tossed round from the flicker of leaves and trees.
Accost the meager unvarying light.
Frost thins to a slight glimmer quick to seize.
6/21/2021
"Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody."
~ Rumi
Play the flute of felicity
Convey the melody of joy
Sway with the rhythm of gaiety
Allay all fears, all doubts destroy
Vibrate the air with your tempo
Create the beat for your flute song
Relate your passion with gusto
Captivate them with cadence strong
Replay this magical moment
Display your finesse that lingers
Portray your symphony intent
Slay them with fast moving fingers
Generate a heart-tugging tune
Indicate your mirth through the flute
Fascinate the crowd with your boon
Radiate ecstasy acute
Form: Double Lento
15th February 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - F words" contest
Live life to the fullest, my friend,
Give it a gigantic super blast.
Dive in; we don't know when it’ll end,
Strive for the best; time goes fast.
Dare to dream big, let them scatter,
Share your time with folk you love.
Care about the things that matter,
They’re precious gifts from up above.
Alexis Y.
06/10/2021
Bliss - clouded windows of blue sky
Kiss my parted lips with moon shine
Miss me as the door divides us
This valentine of mine is so fine
Brand me yours, with a golden ring
Hand in hand we whisper our vows
Withstand anything together, dear
Husband and wife as long as time allows
1/17/2017
Blight the clouds lowly dispirited feigns,
Despite these regards there belies the shrouds,
In height uncovers the misplaced reclaims,
Ignite, blameless drives of a dove in clouds.
In measured distance or that of life's span,
Of treasured reflections as fawning dawns,
A feathered friend that needs a shepherd's hand,
Unfettered airiness descends chiffons.
An aloof crowned hall grows ever grandeur,
Shall allude facts of dire circumstances,
Can assume, beasts of burden, not dirt-poor,
Ample proof, a slanted roof, mischances.
Grounds, telltale's a flap, wingless warrior,
Sounds, fled coos, eyes unreachable love,
Downs of feathers white o'er once courier,
Pounds the ceaseless cease ... flights anew born dove.
Decades of a formula that only he knew about it and drew,
Cascades of his artwork came to a head in his last years,
Glissades of a swan in a lake that only a handful had seen,
Tirades made its mark on him, distant from fellow peers.
~~[Van Gogh]~~
Impressed of his art garnered some interest in his style,
Oppressed, a constant companion only he can befriend,
Obsessed by what he drew insanely violent he withdrew,
Distressed he found salvation in asylums to not descend.
~~[Wheatfield With Crows]~~
Crows, black gawking, feed in a meadow ache for harvest,
Know that art needs to be made, scheme food for thought,
Those sinister birds, a murder of crows festering the grain,
Throes a fit mocking 'em, flys, pained him more than aught.
~~[Starry Night]~~
Bleak sky of blues, stars gave rise to a miracle been made,
Streak of a sprawl unfurls his heavens tethered madness,
Speak not lest he loses his concentration, maintains focus,
Meek town his groundwork, lofty jewel amidst the sadness.
~~[Bedroom At Arles]~~
Red, that laid on a bed, table, chairs, paintings on the wall,
Said was where he severed his ear, water bowl mirror hung,
Head bandaged where he bled, he does a self-portrait of it,
Deadman walking, Gauguin part ways, no song to be sung.
~~[Self-Portrait Bandage Ear And Pipe]~~
Drew closer, when they were both young, be such friends,
Few friends Van Gogh had, Gauguin was at that moment,
Grew apart after Vince shaving Paul, Vince wanted to hurt,
Knew time together was getting just a bit grave and potent.
~~[House At Auvers]~~
Return to Arles made Van Gogh happy for good times there,
Upturn spirits was a rarity, too few and far in the middle,
Discern with him was questionable because he's unstable,
Concern for his good, art kept him busy, else is second fiddle.
~~[Doctor Gachet]~~
Fields back of the house, a pistol, he plans to shoot himself,
Wields his pistol, shoots, nobody hears, years gun lays hidden,
Yields his brother Theo to his side as doctor aides him little,
Shields truth futile, his art was world-renown, dies bedridden.
Crush the negative thoughts that pull you down
Brush the black and white dots in vibrant hues
Rush not the success for it's not the running race
Hush and trounce failures and get rid off blues
Descry and espouse every opportunity that comes
Deny the quote, that common man cannot score
Try until your zeal for success blazes bright and
Fly beyond the blue sky, for you deserve more
June 15 2021
Dreaming I find myself in a green lush forest,
gleaming the sun touches the many trees;
streaming through the vines and leaves,
screaming- I even feel the gentle breeze.
It is too real . . . to be just a dreamy dream,
lit by the sun but in a very strange eerie way;
sit, sit is the whisper drifting in the breeze,
bit by bit everything changes to rows of grey.
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January 19, 2020
Poetry/Lento/Dreaming
Copyright Protected, ID 20- 1217-822-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Inviting is the vibrant smile, glistening visage of spring
Exciting sensuous hearts in nature’s alluring song
Sighting on marigold arc rising blush of magenta
Lighting dawn’s flamboyance awaited all winter long.
Blazing colors adorn exuberance of flaming-red lilies
Gazing at flowering trees, lilting in tender breeze
Raising tempo of romantic dreams, yearning bliss
Praising gift of ruby roses--beauty blushing to please.
Raining upon parched vegetation new season unfolds
Gaining on glumness of drought giggling river flows
Waning reign of sluggish tones in rear view mirror
Staining sunlit horizon gold, decimating frosty woes.
Sowing crops, tilling lands, farmers under the sun toil
Crowing about growing corn, weather mild, blue sky
Glowing in vibes of new life, hearing chicks’ feeble cries
Showing off emerald vistas where singing Blue Jays fly.
January 26, 2020
Placed 2nd: Writing Prompt- Let’s Write a Lento- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Placed 2nd: Strand select F contest by Brian Strand
Sun scatters splendid splendors in utter silence
Flowers shed their pure fragrance without any aim
Never once they never trumpet their excellence
Real wisdom, real merits acquires great fame.
The moon maps her magic hue in silent midnight
Wind swept in melodious tone scenting surprise
Ever did they ever boost their mettlesome might?
Never fool can ever shine bruiting his own praise.
I wonder why you changed;
my heart can never guess.
Why did your veneer slip? -
Sly actions to address!
Do you have regrets now?
You seem as warm as ice.
Too many people fooled
to see you act so nice.
for Dear Heart Constance's Lento contest
Earth, today is your day,
Faith, in our heart we have,
Death for you is still unpredictable,
Beneath your soil is our bodies alcove
Foliage for you I wish forever,
Age for you is not limited,
Visage of our humanity is your dust,
Cottage of all creature is you the beloved.
Struggle is needed to save us now,
Michael and Dragon were fought in the old heaven,
Miracle we are expecting to survive for tomorrow
Invincible we have faced is the Covid- nineteen,
The old heaven and earth, All the past has passed away,
The Garden of Eden is you, since they caste out,
And the soul’s heaven is hidden by God
We will see it after we have taken by Mort.
Deep purple dahlias - plush garden zen
steeps in the moonlight hours. Zappiest buds
sleep in their flower beds - beautiful dreams.
Keep of dazzling pompoms - perpetual studs.
Blaze of royal beauty ~ reign of kindness.
Praise of Queen of Autumn in twilight’s dim.
Sways, the ornamental puffs, sowed in dirt.
Daze of youth plucking stem. Love’s princely whim.
6/10/2021
Contest: Lento 8 Lines
Sponsor: Joseph May
Footprints walking our snowy, sandy place
The silence, oh, how she makes it nimbus —
The waves unchanged after falling snow crown,
Someone else in you and I; remember — ?
I look for the heart of these ebbing shells.
The cleanup of sea froze to this blizzard.
In my mouth, her hair — tongue stirs minuet
Through silver glitter of ice, nor'easter.
Like a whipped fish hanging onto a dock,
Through a tipping sun in your Aqua eyes,
Like the snow — a chilly buoy's heartthrob;
Will the ocean between us melt in time — ?
Another white wing like frost from seagulls
On frigid beach's body; letters traced —
Within the surf, our names' wipeout; and still
Winter goes without us, in snow and gray.