Best Mellifluously Poems
Big ripe Mcintosh apples found lying on the ground
Release sweet juiciness when their finders take a bite.
Ibises of scarlet stand elsewhere in the world without a sound
Gathered underneath a crimson sky awaiting night.
Hovering near bushes bursting ever rosily
Twin monarchs flutter; cardinals sit on a red-flamed tree.
Barns decorate the countryside always painted so
Easily to view in their typical bright red hue.
A patch of strawberries grows in summer row by row by row.
Utter deliciousness resides in raspberries grown there too.
Tempting are the garden's tomatoes, more treats colored red!
Inside an orchard, carrying a pail which holds small fruit
From a cherry tree, treads a freckled lad, hair like fire on his head.
Underneath a canopy of leaves, robin redbreast sings a tribute,
Lifting notes mellifluously in praise of nature’s grace.
Robust as chili peppers' flavor; radiant as a ruby gem,
Everywhere we see the passion in this color we embrace.
Delightful and dynamic too is this color most worthy of a poem!
For James Edward Lee Sr.
Acrostically I Stand Tall Poetry Contest
Categories:
mellifluously, color,
Form:
Acrostic
Lithesome fingers trailed along
the ukulele’s frets
as Lilah played her dulcet lullabies.
Swaddled in a blanket, smiling,
lay her little lad,
looking up at her with large blue eyes.
Lilah lilted, “Sleep, my son,
for tranquil dreams await.
Lull-lull-lullabies for you I sing.”
As she crooned mellifluously
lulling him to bliss,
she watched small eyelids flutter-fluttering.
Lightly, lightly, letting fingers
roll along the strings,
Lilah moved her delicate small hand.
Eyes that lingered lovingly
on the wee one saw
him amble soundly into Slumber Land.
May 29, 2017 for Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer's Contemporary Poetry Contest
*I enjoy almost all types of poetry, but I suppose this represents more the Classical approach which I most often use (more lyrical and with some rhymes) though my focus is on alliteration here. I love the way L words sound!
Categories:
mellifluously, sleep, song,
Form:
Rhyme
So, what is the best theme for
a poem? No guarded secret, all themes --
Freely to Roam! And what, the prescribed
destination or direction? Wherever the poet,
himself, deems worthy of fond or pertinent
affection –
Poetic Theme (extended metaphor)
So, what is the best theme for
a poem? No guarded secret, all themes –
Freely to Roam! And what the prescribed
destination or direction? Only those fond
and pertinent, giving affectionate-justification as
reason for procrastination – to linger in a moment's
subtle discovery – the courses followed only those
which the poet deems entrancingly divine – he seeks
heartfelt permanent encampment – or just an
amicable pause, in a neighboring field, fertile for
blooming enchantment; with his companion pen, to chronicle
canorous visuals, fervently inspired – or simply folksy,
lyrical rides; for the poet, alone, decides where his poetry lives
or temporarily abides –
(his muse, never far off – nearby, perhaps reflecting in the shade of a flowering
fruit tree: heaped in petals, not trying to hide – more enjoying the velvety feel of an
apple before the outer peel, though colorful, would be far too bitter for his present
aromatic meal) – muse and poet, composing through a single eye. Writing as one:
sharing new sights – sounds with scent – their mind dutifully toward poetry
bent – shades of detail, mellifluously transcending common scheme and rhyme –
incanting verse worthy of a brief performance, or immortal, blessed shrine –
It's all fair, such dulcet affair! All subjects! All seasons! – preferring spring, in which to self-lavish and spiritually entwine. Therefore, his paths are fanciful, never truthful as definitive
would define; often choosing glitter over harsh realty, yet can be a prophet and oracle if a troubling-time -- though never, a ruling class mime; – in this sense, he is a likable charlatan, a chimerical rebel...irreconcilable passion his soulful crime, therefore not ever exhibited, an atoning-word or act of sorrowful contrition – so loved by God, who gags at his counterpart, the lying politician.
Categories:
mellifluously, perspective, philosophy, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Melodious tides serenade along a foam dipped coast line,
we drift as a single composed symphony,
seduced by a pounding surf, its sensuous rhythm pulsates
flooding our hearts, aching to collide
in the tempo of a lone torrent’s embrace
Scorching tropical passions seize the moonlit sand,
palm tree shadows sway atop sultry weathered dunes
of lemongrass and saw palmetto,
on saltwater breezes moaning our names, mellifluously
from a quivering horizon
Warm dark rum skin intoxicates, I stagger,
lost in hypnotic topaz eyes, reflective pleadings
of deeper desires sought, fingertips probe sun softened locks,
nightshade tresses, mingling with a rippled surf
as stardust illumines moist swollen lips, parted
Harmonic waves wash atop entwined silhouettes
nearing a crescendo, a pinnacle of pleasure,
where secrets are revealed in half swallowed sighs
on this coastal haven when voices sing in
throaty whispers of impassioned ecstasy
Now as heated breaths hover beneath the moon’s glowing stare
we too build and recede, feeding our amorous desires
as the fading night relinquishes its hold and dawn cracks the sky
Our tide becomes one, our union remains unbroken,
our love, eternally bound by the melody of the sea
Categories:
mellifluously, love, ocean, passion, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
What rose does not more beautiful appear
after your eyes have gazed on it so long?
The lark I now mellifluously hear
because you drew attention to its song.
The crisp aroma of dawn's petrichor
becomes acute as we walk hand in hand.
The taste of coffee pleases all the more,
partaking as we hunt shells in the sand.
To touch your face sends every neuron humming,
with you my sensors fire every minute.
Your heart and mine in one accord are drumming;
Our house is home because your love dwells in it.
You heighten every sense, each of the five;
With you beside me, life is more alive.
Written 29 Jul 2022
Categories:
mellifluously, love, nature, rose,
Form:
Sonnet
i wander these winter beaches
where autumn's storms
have removed the footfalls of summer
believing in spring
here i am alone listening
to the waves mellifluously remind
yet never recalling
floating the river Lethe
alone where the frigates soar above
pelicans traversing the waves
the terns work the receding water
i am the intruder
waves erasing my past
placing before me rearranging sands
paths never worn
only the belief in spring
with each step forward
i wonder if the gulls see
my past being removed, the future
dependent upon some wave
fortune or contretemps
i wonder if the gulls feel
this surreal gull glides, turns, drift
upon grateful wings
grateful to those who long ago
gave freedom to thought from hunger
the plight of thought
the flight of thought
freeing this surreal gull to wander in wonder
i wander here keeping the dream alive
faith it will evolve into more
some empyreal dictate
some Newtonian machine
there is a numen to winter beaches
here i can laugh with humanity, smile
the hubris belief this can be destroyed
changed yes, but so may volcanoes, asteroids
none of which has a brain
here i can believe that dreams
will be given to reason, logic
and end to war and peace on earth
that there is nothing fatal
even science cannot deny
these rearranging sands and time
will produce another poet wandering, wondering
i wander these winter beaches
where autumn's storms
have removed the footfalls of summer
knowing sunrise, sunset, and spring returns
i am alone, yet far from alone
i am home
where dreams glide, turn, drift
soaring in the thermals of thought
the flight of belief
terminus ad quem
terminus a quo
Playa Del Rey 91 The Patient Stones
Categories:
mellifluously, solitude, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Written: September 11, 2023
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Don't fret, dear; let's wend off the strife,
Candor your winsome grace—embrace life.
With a smile—arouse your inner fire,
Ignite the magic; cater glamour to inspire.
Revamp your vibes—yield them to radiate,
With the incitement of compassion, illuminate.
Empower the night to be a canvas for our dance,
Culminate in a symphony of romance.
Desultory whispers—replenish the air,
As diaphanous souls entwine in a rhythm so rare.
The night comes alive with a dulcet melody,
As love's symphony apes, lights shine merrily.
Our souls are in a dalliance—a longing dance,
Bodies squirming, hearts fluttering, stance.
With every toast, zeal will appear,
Early dawdles are the dulcet music we hear.
As a beacon, your smile paves the way,
Honing my grasp, velvety as tunes, light as spray.
The sky is our gossamer, and the stars our harbinger,
As we swirl and spin to the beat of a cosmic arbiter.
Hearts mellifluously carol a saccharine song,
as the opulent moon dances and bears us along.
Every tread, every nudge, every glance,
Speaks volumes of passion in a pastiche dance.
Once again, dear, let's ravel in the heavenly night,
Bosom compassion; wend our spirits; bear flight.
A sumptuous moment, no quest to pretend,
Our hearts will carol—until the seraglio trend.
Categories:
mellifluously, analogy, appreciation, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
(I don't see a Rondel form category so I am using "rhyme")
My poem is just a happy carousel
that merely wants to take you round and round.
It has no wish to preach or be profound.
So choose your favorite creature; ride a spell!
A zebra, elephant, horse, and gazelle
go up and down in rhythm with sweet sound.
My poem is just a happy carousel,
that merely wants to take you round and round.
This poem is cousin to the villanelle.
In days of yore in France, it was renowned.
With sole intent to pleasure, not confound,
It flows mellifluously, a rondel!
My poem is just a happy carousel.
For Jared Pickett's "The Rondel" contest
Categories:
mellifluously, on writing and wordshappy,
Form:
Rhyme
Rivulet
ripples
mellifluously
surreptitiously
lilt
conflating
into
a
demure
lagoon
Categories:
mellifluously, beauty, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Verily,here,is awaited fate.
I,artificer of that which immures me,
am befuddled by such hands that abate
and augment 'mid its trice mellifluously.
There is no such animal as time
thrashing at one's mind
with its keen ungual;
ravishing ponder to despondent wonder.
Hobbles and fetters of sullen hue
embellish the aura of my silhouette.
Verily,here,there is penance due
for the catharsis of my soul's etiquette.
Amongst miserable ululation
from pederasts and recalcitrant knaves,
I hearken my own lamentation,
And to my heart's resound I am but a slave.
There is no such animal as fate,
laden on one's pate
with heft of loathsome beast;
ravaging blunder to a roseate ponder.
Categories:
mellifluously, inspirationalanimal, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
SOWING A SEED THAT LIVES FOREVER
Just as a dry seed dropped on the ground sprouts forth new life so is hope against hope for every one out there living on the water-less grounds day dreaming about their fate and embracing promises that they themselves can on no account make.
The road we are walking will as well be walked by our sons and daughters even after we have left. The only preliminary prerequisite that will give them a precise guide lies in the legacy we craft and this is dependent of headship the code of gentle gentlemen.
Good leaders are servant leaders who live indelible red marks of integrity by serving among their subordinates to make successors just like them and not like their counterparts who tally in making more subjects, call them followers.
Noting laudable of which leaders are both born and made though all are subject to training for preparation into potential best – elements of change. However blessed one may be they must undergo the stages of humanity just like nature approves of it that for a child to grow up into a young adult they must first crawl and so are leaders. They must be taught by the elderly experienced persons from whom they glean knowledge on how to begin other stories from the end of one but of the same kind.
Old dogs don’t learn no new tricks mellifluously go the old school slogan, so it is higher time we started influencing others as is the vivid definition of leadership at this tender moment of renaissance of our undying tomorrow since it is never too late the hero.
We are all leaders and that we shall remain…
Categories:
mellifluously, appreciation, confidence, courage, freedom,
Form:
ABC
Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.
Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.
Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.
Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.
Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.
For faithful few, fortitude, ferocious fight favors failed, feeble flight.
Gesticulating graders generate ghastly groans grinding graphite.
Happily, Horton has highly honed hearing; howler has humble height.
Invite ideas, ignite ingenuity, illumine insight.
Jaundiced jackboot juxtaposing "justice", jubilation: Jacobite.
Kindly koala kid keeps knitting knotted kaleidoscopic kites.
Levity lifts languishing leanings, leaves listeners luminous, light.
Mellifluously mild merriment mellows mad, malevolent might.
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Lol, this is an abecedarian monorhyme of alliterative monokus.
Not sure I'll get to the second half
Categories:
mellifluously, silly,
Form:
Monoku
Nature with your arms stretched around ,
You cradle those who once cared for you ,
Love and affection your land abounds ,
You sing mellifluously on an unreal view .
At night when silence falls lovers creep ,
You whisper we escape from a scream ,
For the loss of your friends you weep ,
But you still bloom with your eyes agleam .
The sun smiles brightly in the blue sky ,
And lightens up our dampened moods ,
Rushing rain so mild like a child's first cry ,
Sparkling green are your thick woods .
Nature showers her love unconditionally ,
Which makes me feel loved and airy .
Categories:
mellifluously, beautiful, love, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Written: April 4th 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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April arises with a gentle promise
crocuses awaken from their winter dormancy —
while vibrant purples adorn the dawn
nestled amidst luscious emerald
she sparingly scatters her silk-like haze
shades meld mellifluously across the valley
a vibrant orchestra of motley blooms —
heralding the spring dawn
kernel of life intertwines
amid abyss and symbiotic dreams —
a flicker of hope
often amorphous within our profound fears
our impetus entails an egregious custodian
who coxswains with elysian altruism —
slight stingy to hunt love in an esoteric way
while we earnestly long for her
beyond the vast expanse
our exuberant wooers set a strapping pace
however, lurching sapidity may fail
amid lambent blaze —
phoenix rises on the ticking clock
where harmony and love abound
let us vanquish our fears
even though our attempts may falter —
amid the oncoming twilight
a dove finds solace on the banks of time
from which love and tranquility flow —
like exquisite wine
I witness a flock of birds soaring high
only to vanish into the horizon
flowers long for sunlight
as daylight wanes, making way for night —
the moon rises gracefully
a seraphic presence
offering a serenade lullaby—
gather your stars
from far-flung galaxies—
come rescue us,” they plead
voicing their hopes and love
as the waves surge forward
echoes emerge from beaches,
“come rescue me.”
countless voices meld together —
and the sun reappears
was it all in vain?
will we find ourselves in cycle of gain?
“Come and save me; set us free”
Categories:
mellifluously, appreciation, april,
Form:
Free verse
Deep violet Hibiscus with velvety petals,
On the quaint fence, sprawl the zestful creepers.
Mesmerizing tall branches of serene evergreen,
With tricksy Swallowtails, Redbreast Robin merrily whistling.
Ebullient songs of chirping Hummingbirds,
Little bushy squirrel excitedly searching for nuts,
Large leaves of Willow creating a comforting shade underneath,
Reminding of secret footsteps, rustling of leaves.
Mysteriously charming moon with blinking stars at night,
Gleaming jewels tell poignant stories, luminous and bright.
An unforgettable lullaby raindrops whisper,
Meanders in my alluring dreams, a gently murmuring river.
Peacocks dancing in a trance to the exuberant melody of rain -
Enthralling are the mystical rays of golden dawn divine.
In the fathomless blue ocean of my memory, I dive, and find the pearls,
My muse, my inspiration - guiding light, most precious!
Crooning mellifluously in my recurring dreams,
The deepest love, the immense blissfulness, all intertwined!
July 26, 2020
A Brian Strand Rhymed Poetry Contest
Categories:
mellifluously, inspiration, nature,
Form:
Rhyme