Best Meanders Poems
A violet floral river
Quietly meanders through beds
Of fragrant gold tulip blossoms
With their close connection of heads.
Next a glorious crimson field
Catches the eyes in such display
That a view of such enchanting
Beauty, just takes one's breath away.
Everywhere you look lives colors
In most every inviting hue.
Asiatic lily mixes.......
Entice a captivating view.
Trees filled with rosy hued blossoms
That share their petals in the breeze
Fall softly upon daffodils
With line curved pretty paths to please.
Euphoric bliss fills the senses
Within old Holland's wistful arms
In her vibrant flowing gardens
Where grandest, she reveals her charms.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Poem of the Day April 3, 2017
Categories:
meanders, garden, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
A poem lovely as the dawn
With gems of dew upon the lawn
From an empty page words will spark
As dawn once more defeats the dark
Bringing to us a day thats new
Lovely skies of tangerine too
And birds sweetly sing from the trees
To usher in a gentle breeze
Words will flow from the poet's pen
As light meanders in the glen
New possibilties come our way
Thank the Lord for a brand new day
3-4-2022
A Poem Lovely As Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Categories:
meanders, day, poems,
Form:
Couplet
Now brown, the once-blue brook meanders down
To dams where sludge has chased beavers away
As species die, our Mother casts a frown
For Nature can’t control man or his way
From fracking, tapping minerals, she groans
She coughs, red lava spews from Mother’s pores
With waste-clogged arteries, she weeps and moans
The very sight of man she now abhors
As Nature inhales toxins, man’s forewarned
Her colors change from purity to rage
Depleting ozone, Earth has now been warmed
Tsunamis, hurricanes take center stage
We shed our tears, entrapped by urban sprawl
But Mother turns her head and lets them fall
*December 5, 2018
Written for John Hamilton’s “Colour of My Heart” Contest
Inspired by “Colors of the Wind” from the movie “Pocahontas”
Categories:
meanders, nature, pollution,
Form:
Sonnet
About the time August loses ardor, he melts into Autumn; she awakens!
Unabashed is she, this uncommon goddess, unfolding herself for all to see.
Thrilling to wind’s tempting tempo, she flutters, touching the twilight tangerine.
Unflaggingly, she undulates radiance through trees before their final undressing.
Moved by a mysterious melody, she meanders in meadows and in mists.
Nuances of feelings may come to those who hear melancholy notes.
Filling with fall fever, she fuses sky with terrain, flashing flames of persimmon.
Infatuated with her own imagination, she has ignited the world in iridescence.
Red, russet, and gold enrich our world; we behold her ravishing array of artistry.
Exquisite is her passion as she enraptures us. Everlastingly may she reign!
11/20/2016
For the 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(37) any theme any form' Poetry Contest
Categories:
meanders, autumn,
Form:
Acrostic
A lonely bard can paint and write more songs,
Which birds loftily warble all day long,
Every note taps the heart of each flower,
Sprinkles dew drops while silent wind meanders.
Her ballad - a gem of all creations,
A home, hollowed not with admiration,
Chasm within draws perfect harmony
For stars to play a perfect symphony.
With knowledge and love, ink surges so deep,
The feather outshines the wind on its tip,
Lifting up dry leaves lying underneath
Every tale is treasured by golden sheath.
Lonely bard pens the lyrics of our hearts,
Where weary souls can find their road to start.
Aug 9, 2013 11.50am
By: Leonora Galinta
“I am a lonely bard
I have no song to sing.
This empty ballad is my home.
A feather against the dying wind-
-my only expression.”
-by my dearest sis, Poet Destroyer from her poem, “Umbrella”
Note:
This poem is a loving dedication/ homage to my all time greatest & most favourite poet, my loving sis & friend of mine & my number 1 inspiration.
Fourth Place
Contest: Pick a line, any line from a poem of fav. poet
Judged: 9/11/2013
Sponsor: Richard Lamourex
Categories:
meanders, creation, dedication, poems, poets,
Form:
Sonnet
One of my favorite poets here is Craig Cornish. He made me fall in love with the sonnet. :) He coached me in getting the meter right. It has become my favorite form to write in. This is a poem Craig wrote for me. I'm so honored! :)
Menina que Passa for Eileen
She saunters along the boardwalk
more confident than in her youth,
when young men would swoon
and older men were wishing to be
young again.
She meanders next to the surf laughing
at the sea's efforts to catch her toes
in a rush of briny bubbles tickling
the grains of sand hurry away.
She strolls and as the sea
eddies and pools in her footsteps
like the memories that wash her mind
tosses her hair face to the sun and
embraces the day
She wanders near the smooth stones
polished by the relentless tides
like days and years they come and are gone
come and are gone
but with each a blessing
she ambles among those blessings
with a flair and an aire
she has that "Something"
that "Je ne se qua" and she is beautiful
Craig Cornish
To me, a gift of words is one of the most treasured gifts I could ever receive. Thanks, Craig, for making me feel beautiful today. :) Hugs
Categories:
meanders, friend,
Form:
Free verse
* written in collaboration with my friend Malabika Ray Choudhury
I thought my heart no longer flutters
an ache in its painful landscape
once wept in teary red eyes
I wondered why it no.longer flutters.
crushed in stampede of the world
perhaps in peace , crumbs of my heart
meanders in emptiness of an open window
I wondered why it no.longer hurts.
And then I turn around to your thoughts...
your laughter... your.voice...
in flick.of a second, in alluring meadows,
hovering around you, my heart flutters,
Oh, it was never lost, it still hurts !
Dated 25th April 2021
* Inspired by and translated from a bengali poem of Malabika Ray Choudhury
Monta Hariye Geche.
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Categories:
meanders, break up, love, love
Form:
Free verse
I've passed it by, so many times before
While traveling this twisted asphalt highway
That weathered sign, nailed, so crudely fashioned
To peeling bark, upon the yoke
Of one ancient, gnarled and battered cottonwood tree
It marks a fork of the old backwood road
Where gravel branches, bends and sways
And meanders through the glade
Where the dry creek bed, goes high into the hills...
Where poison oak thrives, and secrets hide...
There it is!.... That feeling, that inclination to explore...
I've had before....
Stabbing that place of my wanderlust
My curiosity....
An old dented mailbox....sitting alone...whose, do you suppose?
Where does the mail go? Does anyone know?
So many times,.....we have passed on by...
I've caught a glimpse, and thoughts would rise...
What lies beyond this fork in the road?
What lies beyond the bend, the turn?...What would we learn?
What course, would we follow
If just this once, we turned, and broke away from the ordinary...
Changed our direction...followed the unknown
Where the creek runs dry
And the banks are rife...
With chokecherry....and willow scrub
Where leaves are layered with chalk white dust?...
Will we ever know?
What lies beyond the fork in the road?....
As I turn my head, and watch my chance disappear once again....
Will I ever know?.....
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Categories:
meanders, introspection, old, old,
Form:
Narrative
Autumn Fire
About the time August loses ardor – melting into her – she awakens!
Unabashed is she, Autumn’s uncommon goddess, unfolding herself for all to see.
Thrilling to wind’s tempting tempo, she flutters, touching the twilight tangerine.
Unflaggingly, she undulates radiance through trees before their final undressing.
Moved by a mysterious melody, she meanders in meadows and in mists.
Nuances of feelings come to us when we hear its sometimes melancholy notes.
Filling with fall fever, she fuses sky with terrain, flashing flames of persimmon.
Infatuated with her own imagination, she has ignited the world in iridescence.
Red, russet, and gold enrich our world; we behold her ravishing array of artistry.
Exquisite is her passion as she enraptures us. Everlastingly may she reign!
A Quintain About a Fall Poem
A contest that I got N/A in had inspired me
to write a new acrostic, and I did not want to stall.
Personifying autumn, I used some imagery
to portray the splendid beauty of fiery fall.
Of my last month’s poems, I felt it was the best one of them all.
Poem #1: N/A poem in the Autumn Fire Contest posted & judged 10/27/16
Reposted 11/18/16 for Broken Wing's Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 3 (NA's from September, October, November 2016 Contests)Poetry Contest
Categories:
meanders, poems,
Form:
Acrostic
a lazy stream
meanders
under
sullen
midday sun
beneath a rustic
wooden bridge
regal koi fish
ride
ceremoniously
humbled
glistening
glittering
rippling
gentle flowing waves
Published in my photo/poetry book ~KOI POND~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 29, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE T sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Posted on December 4, 2019
Categories:
meanders, fish, nature, summer, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
A rill meanders by my shady tree
and vanishes into the morning mist.
Who guides it on its journey to the sea
as stream joins stream, with gravity's assist?
Free will or destiny? Unanswered still.
What guides a river's course? Deep mystery.
The fates, or God, or chance, or human will?
This plagues the brightest minds of history.
Time is that river's steady downhill flow -
to go uphill is science fiction's dream
but that is a direction one can't go,
for time allows no traveling upstream.
What will determine how this river flows?
I know not, but I know of One who knows.
written 23 Sep 2020
Categories:
meanders, destiny, river,
Form:
Sonnet
I see you gazing east
chasing a nebulous dream,
forgetting it was a while ago
when morning sun
cheered your grin.
I, on the other hand,
cherish the west,
for it paints your lovely sunset
with bursts of orange and red,
as a silhouette longingly
meanders in your stead.
I'm willing to trade my spot
to see the other side of things.
Perhaps you will agree,
there is another point of view
just as lonely as you,
if you could just turn around
to embrace the moon.
November 15, 2017
Placed 2nd: Strand select T contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
meanders, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Multi-channel stream meanders in the carved valley,
concert of murmur cascades melody on sculpted rock.
I place my ears on the flow of the whistling air,
but the sound of music flies past me unheard.
Summer rains fall in torrent on parched tree,
the rhythm of aria ripples on dancing leaves.
I keep my subtle senses alert in the scene,
but the symphony fades away unperceived.
Out of sync sounds I can’t relate to, dissipate
in the depth of silence.
From the cacophony of unnerving distraught clamor
voices return unlistened to where they came from,
for the stark reality remains hidden unsaid
in unreachable abyss of marooned minds.
On the winter path tracing infinite distance
feelings freeze like sleet on trail unwalked.
Buds of emotion withers away unbloomed
in the forlorn frigid shore of arctic hearts.
I want to reach out to all these cold people,
but their faces drift away like formless cloud
beyond the sea of silence.
On the tranquil shore of life waves of tempest break,
the palace of fantasy I build with the sands of time,
no one comes in, collapses in water grave,
for people disappear in engulfing noise
of wind-swept trees and surging waves.
Detached, I hear the primordial tune within
where slice of universal soul in me resonates
with the sound of silence.
July 28, 2019
Categories:
meanders, imagery, music, people, silence,
Form:
Free verse
The stream in calm vale murmurs as it flows
through the sunlit verdant forest strip bright,
splashes on the contours of landscape lows
in silver cascades like swan flock in flight.
It meanders on fern-draped landscape site,
opalescent pearls its swirling surge sprays,
gliding through the dazzle of dusk sunrays.
Full moon sky drizzles tinsel dust in spree,
as from water whispering wind lifts haze,
the splendor of pristine nature charms me.
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October 22, 2022
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked with rhymezone.com
Contest : Dizain Poetry Contest
Theme : Stream
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
Categories:
meanders, analogy, nature, river,
Form:
Dizain
cotton candy swirls
dabbed onto an azure sky. . .
sweet brushstrokes of dawn
through green velvet fields
a country lane meanders. . .
dew paints the lilacs
where the dirt lane ends
leafy trees shade a cottage. . .
fawns serenely pose
For Gail Doyle's A Scenery Of Your Choice As An Artist Poetry Contest
Used now for 'EARLY SEPTEMBER PREMIERE CONTEST any form,any theme,max of 25 lines' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
Categories:
meanders, nature,
Form:
Haiku