Best Midday Poems
NYMPHS ON MIDDAY PROTEST
Crystal nymphs frolic at day-spring
Unto puffs, upon hush of blossom breast
sliding and gliding like dangling strings
Chilling the fever of midday protest
soft-sweet rest as all sleeps at their nest
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Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Contest Name Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile
++Placed 1st++
O.E. Guillermo
9:20 pm, June 22, 2015
midday sun....we cover....our shadows
Beneath a pleasant
Sun and a gentle gust, I
Doze in peace on grass
At stark midday
The guava tree's swishing leaves
Rustles my sleep
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- So I opened my soup and read a few poetry. It eased my mind back into warmth. And now
I'm tired again, and more equipped to take on mid day dreams.
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Midday. A sea of sun
I’m looking for my shadow
Have I lost it?
cardboard window frayed
sun shards reaching basement floor…
handcuff chafing wrist
A cowboy, and his horse with no name,
One day rode into town, seeking fame.
Where he shot the town marshal,
But it was only partial.
Now the lawman's new horse is named flame.
5 / 5 / 2022.
Sponsor Joseph May.
For the contest. A Cowboy Limerick.
High Noon.
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In the cool midday
By the garden fence, deer graze
...alone and at peace
in between the moon and sun
the stars in the sky light up
and the sky in the dark.
perfection is not skybound
but it resides in the
midnight sky
let the beautyof the
stars in the sky
burn the dark away.
Seagulls eating peck
Aloe Vera coats my neck
Tar stained stilted deck
By Robb A. Kopp
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Still waiting in the sun,
I see the moon too.
Our patience gone,
Me and the midday moon.
The journey of one thousand miles,
Now beginning with a single leap
How many times should I persuade myself?
To shelve my worry, trim my furry
And just allow love?
What`s love other than being self-insufficient?
Other than reminiscing on how empty
One can be.
What`s love other than burning to be proficient?
Other than looking back at unbroken hefty
Stories that can’t be.
What`s love if you won’t find a mirror,
To look and behold your other self
Getting better and complete with the twilight
That scintillates from your other self?
What`s love if you don’t regret falling into one,
And getting your stand in a foreign kingdom,
Whose jurisdiction you’re to merge and be one,
And to her gaiety waft away boredom?
What`s love if you know you’ve met the real her,
That you dream atop clouds and heaven
That you see angel in her, goddess at par
That finally you can rest and in true love gladden
How will you talk about love,
Unless you’re ready to love?
His eyes, molten amber in the midday sun's rays, shine with an intensity that takes my breath away,
Falling in love with him was an inevitable crime when our gazes met in a moment of eternity,
Those sparkling gems express unspoken feelings, unwritten stories, promises yet to be uttered,
I lose myself in their beauty, remaining motionless, a willing captive in a world created just for us two.
I feel the warmth of his gaze penetrating deep beneath my skin, melting any resistance, any doubt,
I can't control my smile when my heart pirouettes with joy in my chest, quivering with emotion,
His eyes are more beautiful than the starry sky, more hypnotizing than any work of art,
"He's not in love with you," I tell myself, trying to convince myself with beautiful lies, but my heart knows the truth.
"Love never dies, even if it comes from only one side," my heart whispers gently,
He doesn't need to be mine, as long as I am his, my heart will never cry,
For true love asks for nothing, it's only about giving everything without expecting anything in return.
Oh, amber eyes, yellow as the midday sun's rays, reflecting in my lost gaze,
You will burn forever in my heart, a living flame of a love that transcends time and space,
In those eyes with flickering flames, I saw my reflection, more beautiful than ever,
I never felt beautiful enough in front of the mirror, but reflected in those shining gems, I discovered perfection.
Is there an ineffable connection between us, a bond that defies logic and reason?
Perhaps love is just an illusion created by the mind, or perhaps it's the purest form of magic,
But when I look into his eyes, time stops, the world disappears, and it's just the two of us,
Two souls mirrored in each other, two hearts beating in the same rhythm of eternity.
I wonder if he feels the same, if he sees in my eyes the same magic I see in his,
But perhaps it doesn't matter, for in this moment, in this gaze, I have tasted the nectar of immortality,
And even if tomorrow it will all be just a memory, I will forever carry in my soul
The brilliance of his amber eyes, the mirror in which I discovered my true self.
Midday moon
Come to soon
I fight so hard
To run
Nightlight gloom
No more room
Why can’t I see
The sun
Carelessness a piece
Of our jigsaw soul
Murder on the street
A norm often told
River of blood
No one sees
Burns foundations
Shakes the knees
Moonlight fire
Melt the brain
Murdering liars
Delivering pain
Provoked I find
The good man
I regret my kind
Bloody hand
Midday moon
Come to soon
I fight so hard
No more
Naked pure newborn Eden, unashamed
Soles step intrepid on spongy moss
Quadrant of tropical dapple claimed
Fruits in Winterless heart's emboss
Limbs mingle, indulged by marquee manuevres
Ponder labyrinth piths without hindrance
Sultry poetry compiled among canopy soothing
Canoe traverses untold as fingerprints
22nd April
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