Best Myriad Poems
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(PoetrySoup Format)
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even the wind,
a delicate art, can feel my heart.
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a lingering l u l l a b y
whispers low,
and syllables
fall -
tracing
your name upon poetic lips.
and while your love is felt
across a myriad of miles,
i’m
( collecting echos )
because . . .
the wind knows,
my heart
is
missing you.
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~ when our moments are just out of reach ~
Monday November 24th, 2025- Poem of the Day
Crowned with a tiara,precious white,
crashing at the heels turquoise tide.
here all known colors exude through ,
at every step diversities brew.
The winds of past,
would forever last.
waltzing around the weaver's needle,
or reverberating through the artisan's chisel.
through the mystic roads,
clad in saffron robes.
saints chase the ultimate solution,
--a path towards salvation.
Not in a folklore or a song
here the palanquin bears the daughter along.
tied knots* are too strong to break,
solemn promises for eternity are made.
witness a reverse in clock,
the ideals in bricks and blocks.
or a picture of originality,
during the frolics of festivity.
here in happiness skylines swell with kites*,
the earthen diyas* set all corners alight.
Holi* makes the faces hued,
Of the past all feuds are subdued.
in reverence for the Gods of health,
and the Goddesses of wealth
the rangolis* are drawn at the thresholds
welcoming them to dwell their households.
Knowing no constitutional provisions,
or land demarcations,
Almighty on the seventh sky,
strolls down here on the sly.
May this land beneath His hand hail,
may never the people fail.
within its splendor shall we reside,
its the land by the sea side!
*tied knots--refers to the relationships
*kites--are flown on makar sakranti (a festival) It is a harvest festival. On this occasion the sky is filled with kites
*diyas--earthen bowls in which oil is used and they are lit on the auspicious festival of diwali as a mark of dispelled darkness when good won over evil.
*holi-is a spring festival celebrated as a festival of colours.
Dusty rose and orange gold when daybreaks;
And burnished reds and mauve at setting sun.
The mountains in shades of beauty awakes;
And retires to the same when day is done.
The mountains are massed in riotous blooms,
While sometimes obscured by lemony clouds,
As heady scents drift all the afternoons,
And into nights, appearing in dark shrouds.
Now and then crowned by such lovely rainbows,
Before birds sing to the warm lilac nights,
So still in dreams of June's golden yellows,
With its humming life, and butterfly flights!
Daytime and nighttime bring endless beauty,
Through sunlit mountains hued so profusely.
The okra in the garden is green,
The dew awaits the first sunray.
Spring blesses the world with bliss,
And everthing is lively and gay.
A constant fear of autumn's arrival that
Would make leaves and flowers decay.
A myriad of rivers rush eastward to the sea,
And flow back not in the west-bound way.
If we don't work hard in youth, regrets
Would sure climb up our grey hair one day.
( Tran.)
from between eyebrows, straight up to the crown
each point along the grid is our third eye
depending on realms where we wish to drown
we may choose to witness lie after lie
to indulge in awhile before we die
each reality is another dream
know oh hermit, things are not what they seem
Amaryllis splendid beauty, Christmas bells of pride thrill us
Birds of Paradise in flight making its opera debut in its crane plumage crown
Calla Lilly’s endless white elegance bouquet, a peek-a-boo lavender funnel play
Daffodils, shoo-in to scoop arm loads, out of the cold, into the morning sunlight spills
Ephemeral, short-lived and quickly fading beauties, trilliums, and harbinger of spring
Freesia innocence captures your heart trust with its fragrances and sword beauty
Gaura, a wand burst of delicate stars as bee-blossoms sing delightful springtime
Hyacinths, sincerity of fragrant with folded leaves a play bouquet of stars
Impatiens, touch-me-not to bloom anew Bizzy-Lizzy in all its playful trim
Jack-in-the-pulpit Arisaema triphyllum striped showy pining lover male-female as one
Kangaroo Paws their long beautiful stalks attract birds to perch and sip its nectar
Lily of the Valley flowers of spring sweetly scented miasmatic wedding bells
Marigolds brightly shine in bur-pee garden spicing up a dish fresh, and new
Nightshade, adorable soothing little green elfish hat and long flowing pink skirt
Orchids a touch of elegance in its uniquely posture, delicate in its buoyant poetry
Peonies, shades of red to white or yellow fragrant strong and hardy the Flower Fairy
Quinces magical splash of color with thorns heralds spring
Rue, sour herb of grace symbol of purity deterrent kitties and snakes
Sweet Peas reaching to the heavens embraced by the breeze, then flowers fade
Tansy yellow bitter buttons hang dry then boiled to clear amber-yellow dye
Uva-Ursi, grape of the bear blowing pink urn kisses into the air
Voodoo Lily, breathtaking with its height and beauty, not its foul odor attracting buzz
Windflower, star sprinkle flowers in your garden, but easies stomach and cough
Xeronema Callistemon sheer dazzling red toothbrush look perched on cliff top
Yellow Anemone, pure and fresh sleeps at night and wakes at a hint of sun
Zinnias sway with its parade of orange tutus charming wings flavor its beauty
4/26/2016
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
That drumming sound of emptiness
Let it drift off
Replaced by laughter like that of a child
May your feet become flighty
Like the olden days
May every step you take
Catapult you
Into nuances of no fear
Into places where all
You see are smiling faces
Not because everything is going well
But because they all know
That in all the bad that is around
They still have a myriad of things
To smile and laugh about
©270420161822
A bonfire of guilt burns.
A tunnel of thoughts dismayed.
A timeline of wasted moments alive.
A lava of regret fulminates
in a sea of scrutiny, all flood and drown.
Some bad grades in a long forgotten test
An unwashed stain still causing pain.
The little slip ups of minor blunders
Messed up faux pas countless numbers.
All that reaps is not all that you sow
lessons packed within,
with every mistake I grow
Standing in their shoes...so well now I know.
Secrets stashed within dusty cupboard
hidden silhouettes never discovered
all overcomed by time, my mistakes in myriad.
Yes,..in my long list of myriad mistakes
There's only one that I will never overcome
The twinkle in your eyes...
that I mistook as love.
My fate still shines
in your two mistaken stars.
7th September 2019
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name Overcoming Mistakes
Countless numbers of the nights diamonds,
Boundless and bright twinkling afar.
Infinite beauty of magical luminosity,
Untold heavenly bodies known as stars.
It's nature's jewelry, prominent, and shiny,
Gleaming asterisks of spangling tiny light.
The heavens are filled with preeminent beauty,
From the myriad stars of a summer night.
You have fashioned myriad souls
Every one lacking ~
Blessed are You
The armies they are massing:
They line and ring every shore, every strand bristling with
The deadliest of weapons;
The tocsin should be sounded,
And every cannon is round at its bore.
Fires rage unchecked and unopposed throughout the
Entire world, and mankind, in part, prepares hastily and needlessly
Yet more and crueler,
Harsher atrocities, cruelties
And machines and weapons of horrific war.
Bloody folly and empty vainglory to
Embark imprimis upon the roads to all-out war,
I greatly fear that these are man's fate,
And though I attempt to raise the alarm
With this writing of mine, yet I fear I may be too late!
"Too late! Too late! This, then, is mankind's fate!" It cruelly mocks,
Crows and caws as the ebon raven,
Croaking its dread prophecies in my ever-attentive ear.
It chills even my waiting
Tankard of frothy, frosty beer;
Yet no beer-drinker am I,
No quaffer and lover of ales and lagers.
And still I hold a lonely vigil,
And keep a silent, motionless, breathless watch on the swiftly storm-filling sky.
5. Making steel-enclosed aeronautical, aerodynamical vessels sealed
And brimming only with overmuch indiscriminating death:
Dual-edged, oiled with and soaking in an abundant poison bringing
Vicious death to the poisoner as well as the poisoned,
Man is a violent, self-destructive fool: Lame, impotent,
Obsessed and somehow impatient of vilest death.
Death for his opponent, his manufactured,
Fancied nemesis:
Nay; his NEMESES:
Yet not for himself, this horrid death he dreams of bringing to an imagined enemy only.
Additionally, he hath built and placed all his faith in titanic weaponry of
Awesome destructiveness,
Possessed of the devastating potency of an angry, rampaging god.
And these vile implements of utterest extirpation;
Encased within a very nation of steel tubular;
They are as wayward, incorrigible,
Marauding, plundering, malicious gargantuan
Monsters:
Great, cyclopean giants of a horribly puissant
Destroying fury
Bringing only disaster upon all heads;
Anarachic, ultra-liberal in there dark and evil slaughterousness:
Slaying even their maker, having no loyalty, cold and cruel:
Delighting only in death, wanton destruction, infamy and cruelty.
No man nor nation should possess these terrible weapons,
Yet too many do.
A Myriad of loving voices echo through my memories
Ghosts of those who touched my soul
And gifted me their legacies
Along the way there has been reckless peril on my stormy seas
There was but one who Salvaged me
Who saved me from my misery
Anchored me and kept me safe
and now at last I get to taste
The comfort of a warm embrace
For now I live without disgrace
September 30th 2019
Story of my life contest
Sponsor : Silent One
*Inspired by a comment Vijay made on a poem of mine
Like drifting fog or hide and seek with the sun
Life is forever changing, day to day
Whether you are walking or choose to run
Spontaneous events occur in a way
No matter our choices, we must flow
Life is forever changing, day to day
So much we cannot control that we know
To cherish each moment, we are at peace
No matter our choices, we must flow
Difficult times find a way to decrease
In a myriad there is something new
To cherish each moment we are at peace
Wisdom is seen after storms, sky so blue
Good and bad changes will always be found
In a myriad there is something new
Tip-toe with gratitude without a sound
Like drifting fog or hide and seek with the sun
Life changes will always evolve around
Whether you are walking or choose to run
Heidi Sands
8/21/22
Work wit
Bright bits
Word well
Strange spells
Zoom zest
Feel fest
Sweet show
Free flow
Bright blooms
Grace grooms
Wise ways
Sighs stay
Much more
Charms core
Love lines
Float fine
Be brief
Grill grief
Hurl haste
Thrill taste
Joy jests
Forge fest
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2016
Singapore
MYRIAD DIAMONDS
The fresh-washed charm of this stream
Is a girl in her first dress in spring,
Free to sway and laugh and sing:
Her first dance after the ice-regime.
She’s cast off dowdy winter coat;
Across the bridge light breeze's blessed
Each wavelet with a gem-caressed crest,
In flowing robes that seem to float.
Enhancing now her pure clean face,
A tiny galaxy of stars a-twinkle,
Coruscating in myriad sparkle:
The river’s scintillating dancing necklace,
Sun begifts his running daughter
With diamonds of the first water.