Best Marshlands Poems
Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Distance remains an unknown intangible pain,
but visions of your timid cute brown eyes remain.
How your mouthwatering scent seduced senses.
How your luscious lips dissolved all walled defences.
Now I yearn for queen of my heart to re-appear,
to sleep in each others arms, into the new year.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Without you the mind is misplaced in marshlands,
where intimacy is lost to complex riddles called life.
Under cold ebony skies, your memories flicker like candlelight,
you are the flame, which insulates my heart with devotional delight.
Silent One
26 December 2019
Wanted to experiment with a mix free verse and rhyme.
After contemplating calling it a free verse or rhyme, I settled for lyric.
Maybe an idea for a contest.
Categories:
marshlands, love, romantic love,
Form:
Lyric
Livers
bleed
lungs
gasp for breath
vessels of poetry
read
pain disappears
tears recede
love floats above the sea
tides of sadness
recede
planted in marshlands
seeds
friendship bloomed
living for words
no longer matters
I embrace my brother
love his might
standing on cliffs ledge
gazing this new morn
softly I whisper
we are one
Categories:
marshlands, africa, arabic, art, brother,
Form:
Free verse
On the gurgling remains of Winter
as she seeps back into the earth
on a path around a lake
flanked by the casualties of winter's breath
cattails...
brown and bent with broken heads
backs turned to the pale yellow corn stock stubble
standing in mud clad fields
that lie beneath scattered hints of green
where a red barn and silo stand in wait
A gentle breeze... a ripple on the lake
cattail fluff floating in the air
a symphony composed by songbirds and frogs
drifts across the land and bubbling streams
that cut across the path
Moss lies abreast the thin skin of winter
still remaining in places
where the sun never shines
A blanket of burnt amber needles
and prickly cones
lie beneath a dark green canopy of pines
impaled by glinting spears of sunlight
where the path...for a momeent...is lost
Thump...thump...thump.. the beat of leather souls
on wooden planks over the marshlands...
The lake erupts in torrents of water tendrils
falling from the wings
slapping the face of the lake
as geese take to the sky...
And beyond the forest of pines...
the oaks and maples
display their new burgundy buds
and the few remaining
leaves of Autumn...
all crinkled and curled
still clinging to the past
on a well-worn path
that circles around a lake
with no beginning and no end
where the seasons come and go...
as do... I.
Written: April 30, 2018
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
Categories:
marshlands, nature,
Form:
Free verse
down the path of broken promises
up the stream’s misguided dreams
shoulders burdened crushed and rounded
by all accounts tallied and squared off
countless breaths and tears held back
while chilling fears explode unhinged
tossed plans and schemes to wispy clouds
deep in marshlands of futility hope lies
armsful of useless forgotten treasure
fistsful of dust cast out to all four winds
tomorrow’s sunrise stretching
over stray clearings of blue skies
but tonight under the canopy of stars
love no longer will be denied
Read on air by invitation ~ April 9, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 2nd place 2021
POTD - March 30, 2021
Submitted on March 28, 2021 for contest PHOENIX RISING sponsored by UNSEEKING SEEKER - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
marshlands, dark, hope,
Form:
Free verse
I catch a glimpse of you in summer deep
Your auburn tresses floating through the trees
Where at the sight of you a willow weeps
And throws her golden leaves upon the breeze
As you almost bring me to my knees
Your beauty filling me with such desire
As I turn my back on summer as she leaves
Spellbound! As you set the world on fire
I watch you wake the maples from their sleep
Burning cleaving leaves, I watch them bleed
As slowly and quietly you creep
Over meadows and fields of grazing sheep
Leaving your silhouette on the creek
As your flames grow higher and higher
As I follow, not knowing where you lead
Spellbound! As you set the world on fire
I walk through ashes falling at my feet
On a path beneath a golden canopy
And look out at where earth and heaven meet
As you blaze a trail in front of me
Onward through marshlands cattails and reeds
I see your breath rising from the muck and mire
In a rainbow of liquid crystal beads
Spellbound! As you set the world on fire
Lost between desire and melancholy
I rest a spell, my body grown tired
And lay myself upon the dying leaves
Spellbound! As you set the world on fire
~~~
Author: Elaine George
Written: September 3rd, 2013
Categories:
marshlands, autumn,
Form:
Ballade
Strawberry poison dart frog,
also called a blue jean morph,
strawberry-red,
orange-red,
blue or black lower parts,
which are found in most parts of central and south america,
diurnal, brightly colored,
aposematic patterns,
warning potential predators,
living amongst the rainforest,
high altitude shrubland,
flooded grassland they wander,
through montanes and rivers,
lakes and swamps,
amongst the trees above the ground,
secreting toxins through their skin,
as they rummage,
again and again,
through the marshlands.
Categories:
marshlands, animals,
Form:
Imagism
My dear birds, an inspiration putting quill to paper
I love the way you're chased as waves crash on the beach
Invading my warm days and balmy summer nights
Dreams about the whoosh of grasses in the marshlands.
I’m enamored with the sudden swoosh your wings
Your warble is much quieter through the summer heat.
As the calm fog hides the ocean sprays of November,
you take flight migrating through the drizzle in a southern sky.
And winter shows her whipping winds on the wave crests.
Honking geese leave lonely feathers upon still waters.
Your wing beats, wing beats, fluttering make my days
During strolls on windswept dunes in February.
I walk the paths with a chill in my heart but;
spring quickens my step as I hear a chirp in the brush.
'Onomatopoeia ' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
10/15/2021
Categories:
marshlands, 12th grade, bird, onomatopoeia,
Form:
Free verse
cosmic dust spirals,
supernatural storms born
the Goldilocks zone
Free verse ~
A quadrant of marble missiles born
Ever since,
A dream catcher catches dreams
Jupiter catches meteorites and asteroids
Super-sonic projectiles pass Jupiter's gravitational shield
Shoots like V-1 rockets, destination is Mars
Seeded life exists there, nevermore
Saturn survived
The Red planet bleeds from beneath its crust
Lava flows from its core...
graphite composite, carbon spheres, laced with crystal ice
Craters and gorges are created kilometers deep
Cave creatures hibernating,
awaken from nocturnal sleep
Catastrophic events unfold...
the moon impacted by brazen bombardiers
headed for the new frontier
The moon takes mega-hits
The Earth tilts on its polar axis
Crimson tides flood marshlands and lagoons
Place prehistoric creatures roam and graze
Cosmic dust particles of the moon
chokes earth's atmosphere
The sun's torch extinguished
Like an eclipse
Demons from the core escape shackles
They tear the invisible rift, mimics paper ripping
Chains can not bind Lucifer's legions, anymore
Bat-like winged creatures with horns
Gargoyles
Such astonishing-force!
10,000 volcanoes erupting simultaneously
There's no haven to hide
Only deep sea creatures survive
The brontosaurus, T-Rex, raptor...
vaporized in minutes
Solidified into petrified rock - place they once stood
Invincible creatures extinct
Scanning the horizon and extraterrestrial skies,
I ponder... what if another catastrophic disaster happens
The volcano erupts ever so, many -- many moons
A supernova, two stars colliding, has triggered this domino disaster
Categories:
marshlands, earth day, environment, humanity,
Form:
Haiku
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auburn light tickling mystic marshlands
on thin rafts kissing noon's delight
husky day lifts grasses’ hems
cradling petals on palms,
herons dance astray
a dizzy feast
all flowers
soaking
wine
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for Brian Strand's "Poem From Year First Year... Contest"
from nette onclaud
Categories:
marshlands, music, nature
Form:
Nonet
Way down south near the marshlands,
near the bayous, and close to the lake.
There is a city with its old wonders.
A place where no one barely sleeps.
Parties move up and down the cobbled streets.
The brass bands play that swinging jazz music.
That smell of the creole and cajun food wafting in the air.
Muggy with that southern heat,
History and legends made this spot worldly known.
With the stories of vampires and voodoo,
and hauntings that frighten the people who visit.
Pirates that came and left their mark,
and a voodoo queen who ruled it all.
Food, festivals, and fairs bring everyone here.
That mixture of blood and culture.
African, French, and Spanish.
The cajun rhythm makes them dance.
Deep down in New Orleans,
where Mardi Gras never dies,
the spirits you feel deep inside,
this site is one of a kind.
Categories:
marshlands, city, travel,
Form:
Free verse
Sailing up and down the sky
Hovering over the moist heathers
Soaring and sliding high
Dawning grey and brown feathers.
Spreading her wings with expertise
Unfurling her stripped tail,
She glides through the wind with ease
Looking as light as the dancing gale.
A descendant of voracious predators
She dives sharp down to her prey,
She possesses the vitality of deadly raptors
There is no chance of her catch getting away.
She nests in aspens at the edge of a meadow
You can find her in the marshlands,
She may also be at the swamp out your window
But it is the open wild that she demands.
12th March 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge K words
Sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
marshlands, bird, nature,
Form:
Verse
Dogs are the smartest ones
in all of the animal kingdom,
they've been man's best friends
since Man began to roam.
It's a great feeling to have one,
also very sad to lose one as I did...
the indelible memories on grasslands
and wild wind while riding my horse.
My black hound with a white spot
on his head was the fastest one,
other dogs couldn't match up
to the stamina of this canine.
When I looked out to the marshlands,
I heard him sniff through the high grass
and with a bark he guided me through the haze,
in frog-infested water, I found a deer in a daze.
The young deer looked up and emitted a sight of relief
knowing that a brave dog had saved him,
I gave him water and he drank it all...
then he got up and ran in the stillness of Fall.
Many rescue missions I successfully accomplished,
saving rabbits, birds, wildcats and squirrels
and without the help of Lucky and his intelligence
I wouldn't have been rewarded and honored.
Categories:
marshlands, animals, inspirational, nature, on
Form:
Rhyme
I had found my meaning in him
I had found the nectar I needed,
Or rather,
The glass into which I would pour
The wine emanating from my soul
So as to paint,
On life's canvas, colourful rainbows
And sparkling bridges
To walk through, so as to cross
The swampy and tricky marshlands
That this world carries!
But then, he crumpled me up
And threw me in the thrash can
Making me feel like
I am a mere nobody
Deserving not any respect,
Meant not to be taken
As a flower, even an artificial one,
Solidly rooted in a vase,
Admired by one and all, as long
As I shall be maintained but meant
Nevertheless, to be thrown in the
Attic, being not of any use, when the time
Shall ring at its set hour!
I had found my world in him,
But now, I wish to give myself
A new birth, one which shall spell out
That the purpose that I had found
Is of no meaning and no use
And that rather,
I am to use the body that carries me
To make of this world,
A fairer one, devoid of social ills
Tattooed upon its face, being so like
An infected abscess, slowly killing it!
To say that I have been able to move on
Is like pretending the skies turn pink
At the onset of dawn
But then
Do people on Earth live without weights
Bearing upon their hearts?
Do people ever come here to enjoy of life's pleasures?
And if such be the case,
Then I shall have to go upon my path
As a solo Queen, having an inner strength
Given to me by the skies themselves
And carrying in my backpack,
Cures, needed by one and all
Even if my heart shall remain
A dark and brooding one!
Written on 9th Jan 2021
Categories:
marshlands, life, loss, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Before the day turns into night
Bullfrogs quietly rehearse their “harrumphs”
Dragonflies draw slowly closer to shore
Mosquitoes hone their epees
Bats line the runway awaiting take off
In the lengthening shadows an owl rolls its neck
As field mice roll the dice
A lone muskrat leaves no wake
The marshlands chorus warms up
Categories:
marshlands, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
dancer in the dense vegetation
of a marshland
echoes
a harsh-like call
a very unbirdlike call
of a gallinute rail bird
with glossy blue-green plummage
bright yellow legs with long talons
and an long orange
and yellow beak ...
a secretive bird
who is a weak flyer
mostly flightless
loving thick reed beds
and underbrush to run through
an opportunist feeder of bugs
can swim to find fish
and an occasional frog
endangered in some places
due to loss of habitat
listen for whistle-like
squeak-like grunts
when near marshlands
or dense forests ...
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April 16, 2021
Poetry/Verse/blue-green bird
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1347-464-16
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, All Yours (Apr 17)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged, 04/16/2021
First Place
Categories:
marshlands, bird, nature,
Form:
Verse