Best Loch Poems
Oh, Loch Ness monster, there you are,
from depths below to surface came...
and Nessie you are called by name.
'Neath eerie moon that glows afar
and thunder clouds with battle cries
that summon lightning to the skies,
you raise your head, just like a star
in monster films, yet you seem real,
and slink with prehistoric zeal.
You come and go...it's so bizarre;
a myth, non-fiction, no one knows,
so short-lived are your sudden shows.
What world below has met your bar,
within the Loch Ness mystery,
that grants you space in history?
Oh, Loch Ness monster, there you are.
Neath eerie moon that glows afar,
you raise your head, just like a star.
You come and go...it's so bizarre.
What world below has met your bar?
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Loch Ness
Sponsor: Thivia Shetley
Constanza Form
Judged: 01/31/2018
The cooling evening breeze lifted and moved the laggard clouds
filtering the burnished moon through the sheer curtains on either side,
makes nature shiver.
Moon holds its gaze with longing over the Scottish Highlands
watching Nessie swim in the dark of the silver facets mirror lake.
She’s grandiose and magnificent in size,
with a towering neck and hump protruding from the shimmering water.
She belongs in the vast bottomless depths
of blue with her magic of immortality kept hidden.
She's welcomed to come to life to cast shadows upon the lake,
one to openness that stretch endlessly before her.
Mountains rise like giants beautiful and imposing
meeting the stark gray sky on the horizon.
Light flickers in the distant as the sky begins to darken.
Lighting erupts with rumbling growls.
Streaks zigzag and fork across the sky
in a majestic display shooting from seemingly out of nowhere
to hit the ground one after another impressive exhibition of power.
With not a soul in sight
she feeds while the moon shines.
Nature keeps an invisible secret.
12/17/2017
Poetry Contest: Loch Ness
Sponsored by: Thvia Shetley
beneath a blushing sky
two idle boats
savour
the bliss of solitude
our fingers entwine
[Inspired by Shahbaz Majeed’s "Misty Dawn".]
Limerick : Once a brave laddie at Lake Loch Ness
for one who calls no one "Monster"
when the truth may not be known:
Domino X
Once a brave laddie at Lake Loch Ness
Kept vigil to catch Monster on lens
He shut eye just for once
Monster jumped in one bounce
Took pic and signed it: Loch Ness Goddess !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Where the forest is still virgin and the lyrebirds often call,
the bronze-wing comes to drink, and the ferns are growing tall,
there are deer prints in the mud, and there’s leeches seeking prey…
this little creek meanders on its way.
Where a pothole track goes winding through the burgan and ti-tree,
mountain ash and messmate stumps are overgrown history
from loggers in the forests, and the straining bullock dray…
this little creek meanders on its way.
Where recreation parks have forced a need for clearing of the bush,
where this grassland in the mountain now welcomes the human push,
and the platypus is unperturbed, where it’s still prepared to play…
this little creek meanders on its way.
Where lands been cleared and now the pines are planted in a row.
It’s all green but foreign and where nothing else will grow.
And king parrots or black cockies, have found their seeds okay…
this little creek meanders on its way.
Where dairy farms are greener than you ever think you’ll see,
blackberry hugs the banks with, bootlace bush and goodia pea,
and so mournful through the valley is the calling from the jay…
this little creek meanders on its way.
Where it’s back again to virgin scrub and hugging closer to a hill,
where the pools are getting deeper with backwaters black and still.
And the mother stream Latrobe, awaits the Loch, to draw away…
this little creek meanders on its way.
This little valley’s heaven for the angler coming here,
not only for the fishing, but the peace that’s always near.
Where one can reach the grassy banks of the chosen course,
then meander with the little creek, rippling from its source.
There’s a dearth of hides and cover for the trout who ‘hog’ the stream.
They chase the spinner to the edge, when they see the twirling gleam.
And where some take the triple hooks while others get away…
this little creek meanders on its way.
The shy monster deep in Loch Ness
Looks great and dresses to impress
But when fashion designer start arriving
She feels silly and decides upon hiding
The moon illuminated the sloping terrain,
Following the hills down to the sea.
Daisies proudly displayed their blossoms,
Windswept spruce swayed in the breeze.
Above, menacing clouds drifted,
Diminishing this awesome sight for me.
A storm gathered on the scene,
Stretching across nature’s canopy.
Lightning flashed on the mountains,
Bringing shivers to my spine.
Somberness came quickly upon me,
While the moon struggled to shine.
It cast eerie light and shadow upon the sea,
Revealing small, rippling waves.
Suddenly a menacing object arose,
Capturing my morbid gaze.
A ghoulish entity appeared.
This, all logic defies.
My hair stood up, tingling.
I couldn’t believe my eyes!
I closed them for a moment,
And wondered what it could be?
Was it still there?
Yes! A monster from the sea!
Gloomy hills in the distance.
Dark clouds lingering above.
Far off mountains echoed thunder.
I was too frightened to move.
It took courage to look at the object—
I could see its upper half.
A large hump revealed its body;
Its long neck was like a giant giraffe.
The Loch Ness Monster!
Right here in plain sight!
It gripped me in terror,
Filling my heart with fright.
I closed my eyes quickly,
Holding tightly to a willow.
Awakened suddenly from sleeping,
I buried my head on a pillow.
Moonlight falls upon the dormant land
Where peaceful calm reclines
Upon the shimmering lake
Ripples form and then reveal
A dark silhouette rising out of water.
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Contest: Out of Water
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
The lightning strikes and all is dark,
the Lock Ness Monster is about to embark
on a journey along the ocean’s shore,
more diligent and courageous than before.
She is strength and beauty combined,
a delicate creature, so hard to find.
Her head crept above the water quiet yet stark.
She strolled through the mounts with might,
ready for the battle of any nightly fight.
No one could mess with the immense Lock Ness,
and I admire her colossal power nonetheless.
She’s redeemable, stupendous and severely tough,
wearing leather skin so resilient and rough.
She’s my favorite mythical creature, I must confess.
Brawn and firm with a head that slithers,
her veins always hydrated, they never wither.
Fading under the moonlight she slides under water,
sleek and stealth like her mother taught her.
Never stops swimming, she’s aquatic that way,
only pries at night, never during the day.
Never once has a great white shark fought her.
Long necked with stamina and vitality,
with an original and intense personality.
Muscular and sturdy with gazing eyes,
a tawdry creature with a slippery disguise.
Potent by nature with energy and force,
always swimming on the righteous course.
She’s got a puissant form, intelligent and wise.
The lightning strikes and all is dark,
her head crept above the water...
quiet yet stark.
Loch Ness Poetry Contest
January 4th, 2017
Loch Lomond
From the shore,
big ripples excite me
and I wonder each time, is this it?
I stand quite alone, my eyes scanning the water,
and I ignore silly comments from passers by;
Today, I feel sure I will spot it!
The Loch Ness Monster in…
Loch Lomond.*
* a friend once told me she hoped to see the Loch Ness Monster at Loch Lomond, LOL
- maybe that’s why no one has ever found Nessie!!
For Andrea’s Body of Water contest
In the Land O' Scots nigh auld Iverness,
Cavorts a lass named Nessie in Loch Ness!
Is this sly dragon fer real,
Er jes' an overgrown eel?
We'll never know fer sure is my guess!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
I saw the huge beast from the dock.
The scene evoked bowel loosening shock.
Run and hide, Nessie!
It's about to get messy.
Rosie O'Donnell* is swimming in the Loch.
(*or insert your "favorite" celebrity name here)
Alltsaigh - The Scotch Highlands
I made a pact with you near water's edge:
Before the campers came,
I would remove The drawings on the hostel's kitchen walls
In which you are a few sad and patient tires
Half in some blued-out lake with dragon face,
So patently fading to public white.
You said you would never come back up
To startle us again or find disgrace…
So you said going black under blue;
I knew you would be back.
Sailing these spindrift waters
Diving the bone-deep depths and taunting us
Across the waves with your rippling spines,
And flair for bumbling melodrama.
Therefore, I have kept my watch
And evenings, a blue sword in darkness,
I look downward and slip off into the night
--Published Sketchbook
There is a monster in Loch Ness
Which has been seen, more or less
And tourists flock with cameras zoomed
To be quite expensively roomed
And even if the photo shows a grey, grained blotch
At least the bar sells a lot of Scotch.
The Loch Ness water
I went down by the lake,
Stumbling across the rocks,
My eyes fail to see if it was fake,
Rocks made of blocks.
What does my daddy do,
He creeps up behind me,
Slaps my head with his shoe
Now I can see!
Is that a monstrous branch?
I opened my eyes fully wide,
I swore the water’s became an avalanche,
In a trench is now where I hide.
The sun is getting hotter,
I glimpse at it closer, still it's faraway,
Whatever it is, it is in my water,
I wash up the next day by the bay.
A heavy rock,
I lay under the shade,
The world is not round, it is a block,
I live now, not afraid. “I’m not afraid!"
Scotland yard has nothing on me,
Unforgettably Nessie was really me.
Form: Classic Rhyme (20 lines or more)
Contest: Adventure, art, confusion, fantasy, imagination
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