Best Monoliths Poems
I tread between green mounds of decay,
surrounded by rows of engraved stone.
Lost in thought, I lose track of the day,
for I've seldom felt so all alone.
Where death lingers between monoliths,
an air of somber clings to the shade.
But despite supernatural myths,
I begin to wander unafraid.
A dying sun bleeds on every grave,
resurrecting memories of old.
And reading words the living engrave,
I seek warmth within a love gone cold.
My sad heart disputes the pains of youth,
still in denial despite years of ache.
And eager to disregard the truth,
tears dissipate like drops in a lake.
I crouch low before the place I seek,
here lies a military hero.
And a single tear runs down my cheek,
for my father, a man called Leo.
Categories:
monoliths, anxiety, emotions, father son,
Form:
Quatrain
gentle flakes drift down
to soften the valley floors
while lacing the trees
with the silent retelling
of ancient native legends
winding brooks of glass
shimmer as they meander
through meadows of gleaming frost
A crystalline bridal veil
adorns the cathedral cliffs
granite monoliths,
crafted by glacier giants,
surround this valley...
hovering, as if to guard
the peace in God's gift to earth
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For Brian Strand's Contest: #223
Categories:
monoliths, nature, places,
Form:
Tanka
-1-
This narrow vein
pulses in red earth
blood of thousands
meanders
through valleys barren
a surface wounded
cries dry tears
down to Iskandariyya (1)
White sails cover
undercurrent
once sun burned
monoliths choke
tide provides
no air for their
drowned lungs
-2-
Where grows papyrus
How can I write
with these reeds
my ancestors' annals
Where is that land
that has my name
displaced
cast out
yesterdays and tomorrows
erased.
-3-
Merciless strangers
hewn mouths in set faces
staccato tongue
dismissive diaspora
White cotton spores blown
in khamaseen (2)
feel their protective shelter
burn
suffocate
(1) Al-Iskandariyya: Alexandria
(2) khamsin: Hot desert wind, blowing from south to north.
***
July 17, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
monoliths, culture, sad,
Form:
Free verse
May you soar on eagle wings, high above the madness of the world.
~ Jonathan Lockwood Huie
American Spirit
As eagle swoops at break of day,
talons cling to wriggling prey.
Having hunted and found his quest
he soon returns to guard his nest.
Shimmering cliffs that brightly shine
from rust colored monoliths high,
Create golden treasures
within the sunset sky.
The scent of autumn's in the air;
chill of night falls fast.
The eagle soars through clouded sky,
his kingdom won in triumphs past.
6-2-20
~First Place~
Spirit Animal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
https://www.spiritanimal.info/eagle-spirit-animal/
Isaiah 40:31 31 but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
For generations, Native American tribes have associated the Eagle with vision, wisdom, and strength. The predatory spirit animal symbolizes taking responsibility for one’s actions, healing nature and treading lightly as a matter of respect for Mother Earth.
Categories:
monoliths, animal, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
{ Mystic Split Haiku }
dew-tipped sunflowers
entice the pollen seekers
with
faces to the sun
~
cinnamon cyclops
amid bright golden faces
hail
Ra, as their namesake
~
blossomed monoliths
stand vigilant in the fields
sway
in tune with the wind
~
Categories:
monoliths, flower,
Form:
Haiku
Innocent days spent on the paths of Audubon Park.
A dark silhouette trailing my steps; a body guard
until a stick was thrown. Black tail flying in retrieval,
proudly returning to lay it at my feet.
Shadow was followed by his own silhouette
when he chased squirrels up the nearest oak tree.
Moss laden oaks, grown nearer the clouds since then.
Their towering forms black wraiths, monoliths -
painting the road in front of me.
In my mind I am running with Shadow,
waiting for my gifts of sticks.
He's barking and chasing squirrels until I say,
"Come on, boy. Let's go home."
Innocent days were untouched by sorrow.
I haven't walked those paths
or visited that park since the day
my Shadow could no longer follow me.
February 16th, 2016
Categories:
monoliths, dog, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Haiku 6/8/2016
raging waters steal
sharp edges of monoliths
acquiescence
John G. Lawless
6/8/2016
Categories:
monoliths, nature,
Form:
Haiku
...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a summer's day displace my reveries.
I wake, and through my window I see
barges in the harbour, bustling like
beetles, scuttling over busy waters,
dragging ships with overflowing cargoes
safe to rest - the dockhands primed
and ready to disgorge the merchandise,
as sunshine washes monoliths of steel
and glass in dazzling refinement - Manhattan
like a mass of golden bars, smoldering and tall.
Steam and smoke engulf a vibrant scene
encompassing, then drifting into nothingness,
the sky a blazing blue, the docks a maze
of rarified activity as yelling fills the air.
Beams irradiate my garret - drafts of bright
and humid air like punches in the stomach
take the breath out of my lungs and leave me
gasping. I sit and watch you sleeping on the bed.
You stretch atop the covers like a vision,
your legs and arms a picture in repose;
I do not dare to wake you from your dreams,
your limbs splayed like a strumpet, you expose
your naked form, my touch will flutter your desire.
your body 'wrapped in mine,
our souls a living sacramen
to love and joy divine.
I enter you and all the stars explode,
fulfillment is our quest,
our shining testament.
As evening gently falls the windows glimmer,
the city glistens now from altered light;
the glowing falters as the sun dips slowly,
dying in the West, makes way for night.
Activity's still rife, but in my garret,
I reach for you as darkness settles soft,
I hold you in my arms, forever blessed,
while stars are quietly dancing up aloft.
Categories:
monoliths, writing,
Form:
Verse
...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a summer's day displace my reveries.
I wake, and through my window I see
barges in the harbor, bustling like
beetles, scuttling over busy waters,
dragging ships with overflowing cargoes
safe to rest - the dock hands primed
and ready to disgorge the merchandise,
as sunshine washes monoliths of steel
and glass in dazzling refinement - Manhattan
like a mass of golden bars, smoldering and tall.
Steam and smoke engulf a vibrant scene
encompassing, then drifting into nothingness,
the sky a blazing blue, the docks a maze
of rarified activity as yelling fills the air.
Beams irradiate my garret - drafts of bright
and humid air like punches in the stomach
take the breath out of my lungs and leave me
gasping. I sit and watch you sleeping on the bed.
You stretch atop the covers like a vision,
your legs and arms a picture in repose;
I do not dare to wake you from your dreams,
your limbs splayed like a starlet, you expose
your naked form, my touch will flutter your desire.
your body 'wrapped in mine,
our souls a living sacrament
to love and joy divine.
I enter you and all the stars explode,
fulfillment is our quest,
our shining testament.
As evening gently falls the windows glimmer,
the city glistens now from altered light;
the glowing falters as the sun dips slowly,
dying in the West, makes way for night.
Activity's still rife, but in my garret,
I reach for you as darkness settles soft,
I hold you in my arms, forever blessed,
while stars are quietly dancing up aloft.
Categories:
monoliths, writing,
Form:
Verse
Watch the sun appear
On this Solstice clear
Over Stonehenge monoliths.
Sing the sacred song
Honoring the throng
Of the ancient spirit’s gifts.
Let the sun stand still
As we feel the thrill
Of Midsummer’s energy.
Summer has begun
Now our hearts are one
As we mark in harmony
Power of the sun
That our Solstice's spun,
We gather to celebrate.
Let us be aware
Of the love we share
Where still Druids congregate.
7th place in Rob Carmack's Screwed XIV Contest.
June 4, 2016 It was awarded an N/A : )
Summer Solstice Contest
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
*Alouette Form: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/alouette.html
The Solstice is a time when the Sun is at the highest (Summer) and the lowest (Winter) yearly altitude as measured from the equator in the Northern Hemisphere. The word “solstice” comes from two Latin words—“sol” (Sun) and “sistere” (standstill) -- indicating that the Sun comes to a stop before reversing its direction. Along with the Spring and Fall Equinoxes, Solstices have been considered in many world’s traditions as the most spiritually powerful days in a calendar year. While it marks the astronomical beginning of Summer, in ancient traditions this time period was known as Midsummer and is celebrated throughout the world in very similar ways even today.
In the Northern Hemisphere, the Summer Solstice occurs on the 21st of June, as the Sun leaves the astrological sign of Gemini and enters into Cancer. This longest day of the year is the day for celebrating the life-giving powers of the Sun, giving gratitude to the joys of life, love and manifesting dreams into reality.
Categories:
monoliths, celebration, seasons, summer, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
Stonehenges standing like Guardians
Monoliths walk and talk like Plebians
Categories:
monoliths, england,
Form:
Crystalline
A canvass, deep, has been composed
between red's blend with purple hues
Cruel paths of glaciers, mighty swords
deeply carved a threshold grand
Each turn of compass, leaves a brand,
forever leaves a breathless word
Green rivers whipped to whitened froth
have nourished pines upon the ridge
It carved a place exempt from time, and
justifies a Godly mind
Keeping watch ore' a western floor
loom monoliths on a timeless shore
Morning suns of shimmering wines
Nightly stars and moonlight shines
Ours to cherish and explore,
Past and future, native lore
Question not the splendid wonder
Rejoice with eyes, behold and conquer
saturate the trails down under
That if one stands within this glory, and
understands the folklore stories,
voices freeze with questions asked,
while sunlight peaks, where ancients gasped!
Xanadu in fact, exclaimed
You came, you saw, a crevice famed
Zenith, is Grand, and a canyon is named
__________________________________________
8/29/14 For Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
monoliths, nature, places, , western,
Form:
Abecedarian
The grey oppresses;
surrounded by fog,
I traverse this shadowland;
Dorothy in reverse,
stuck in this land of monochrome
Xerox grayscale in 2-D.
Hoping it is but a dream,
valiantly, I stroke in Technicolor
Only to see it erased, again
It is no more real than the specters
haunting my thoughts.
Still I stumble around searching;
hues of hope hover out of reach
as these low-lying clouds
cast a pall-- blinding me to joy.
Perhaps, I'm trapped
in Tim Burton's sketch board;
these monoliths of grotesque
caricature evidence such.
At every turn there is a new one,
popping out of the mists.
Large, unmoving blocks of black granite
ring me like Stonehenge-- surrounded--
Leaving me wandering this maze of dark surrealism.
Glimpses of color reveal themselves
in the distance through the shroud,
ephemera teasing my senses.
Blow! benign zephyrs;
sweep away the haze
invading my peace.
Rescue me the confines
of my self-induced prison.
Let me walk in daylight, once again.
Categories:
monoliths, dark, depression, introspection, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Scribbling with amber-colored crayons,
time scrawls sepia on ancient rocks.
And ocher and orange canyon walls
rise above bushes wearing dust frocks.
Flora and fauna are left behind
serpentine rapids swallow the ground.
And white-water murmurs ricochet
off cliffs that echo the slightest sound.
Sentinels, sculpted by wind and rain,
create a maze full of twists and turns.
And embedded crystals of pure quartz
make monoliths sparkle; as day burns.
Red tints the Colorado River
shades of scarlet, where rusty rocks bleed.
And crimson waters rush to the sea,
grinding gorges at a breakneck speed.
A star-studded sky of twinkling lights
forms a backdrop for a pocked-faced moon.
And ebony spills into the chasm,
encasing all in a black cocoon.
(Quatrain)
2/23/2017
Categories:
monoliths, adventure, beauty, color, hyperbole,
Form:
Quatrain
Sitting here at my desk
Two hundred meters above
I watch the bustle of life below.
The slow moving traffic, the crowd at lunch-time
Pedestrians at the traffic lights
Heavy blue-black glass blocks towering to the skies.
In this austere concrete jungle.
A few patches of green in-between asphalt ones
A blue gum tree here and an ashen eucalyptus there
At the corner of the street.
My thoughts flee from this stifling claustrophobia
Thousands of miles away.
To the sugar sands where once we walked
In the warmth of an ever-summer sun.
Blue-green waves tumbling with unrestrained energy
Shores framed by coconut palms dense green
Stretching in an unbroken line to the horizon.
Cries of the seagulls mingle
With the deafening roar of the waves.
The shells were still white-foam laced
When we picked them from the wet sand.
Salty breeze carrying our laughter away
As we watched the fishing canoes come in
Riding on the waves.
Remember when we walked through
Golden paddy fields of ripening grain.
To sit under the ancient banyan tree by the river
Watching the canoes slide past
Carrying coir and spices from villages afar.
Trekking up mountain-paths
And down lush tea slopes.
We gathered wild jasmines and gooseberries
And sat by gurgling streams listening
To the cow herd's flute in the distance.
Returning at the peep of stars
We stood by the gate
Under the deep blue velvet folds of the sky
Listening to the rhythmic clanging of heavy chains
As the local saw mill elephant
Passes on her way back from the woods.
The air is heavy with the scent of gardenias
Only the chirping of crickets, the hum of mosquitoes
And the gentle brushing of palm leaves
Breaking the cool stillness of the night.
And, I return to the vast plains of this southern land.
Breezes that blow unchecked
From coast to coast
Over blue mountain ranges
And great red monoliths
And the sun at its mightiest here.
Unique life forms, sweet smelling gum trees,
Picturesque shores that line the coasts.
Countryside stretching to the horizon
In the flattest continent of the world.
Special this land in every way
Its beauty and curiousness of life.
The land I have come to love
The place I now call home.
Categories:
monoliths, beauty, longing, love, nature,
Form:
Ode