Best Nestles Poems
Dwelling in twisted tulips of fate,
I'm etching life's blackened stars beneath
Vehement veil of thunderstruck twilight, for,
Obsidian tornados have crushed affectionate shorelines.
Remorseful roses now unfurl like love's last perfume and
Crestfallen silence nestles in eclipsed eden, sighing at the
End of our poetic lifelines - lost within timeless agony.
Categories:
nestles, angst, anxiety, dark, deep,
Form:
Acrostic
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
I think I made you up inside my head.
-Sylvia Plath
I see no reason to rhyme,
but an aching heart,
stranded in the midst of nothingness,
as quill rests in a nameless
coffin, like a trembling corpse.
Words woven in tears
glisten like rain,
amidst rustic pages
within a book of bleeding ink.
While
I, the deep darkness,
ponder, would the moon
ever grieve for the sun,
or will she allow waning
stars to abandon
her doleful realm?
As her face
shifts and turns through
phases of changes-
and her soul like
the weary winter,
withers into white-washed wounds.
I am the hazy mirror to
a lunar goddess.
There shadows betrayed
this cruel conscience,
roaming within forlorn vales,
swirling through a woeful wind,
to nocturnal sonatas.
My mind nestles like
a raven resting
at the treetop,
calling your name into
frozen oblivion,
laced in secluded silence,
echoing amidst obsidian fears.
What would they know
of tainted tales,
obscured within the
mellifluous sound of splitting rain?
I am throned to a fallen sky,
drizzling thorns and splinters
upon bruised toes.
Remember, I love you,
through dreams and more,
stretching my fingers
to your silvery spheres.
Now your palette of romance
paints a blurred portrait
of hallowed misery;
dreams forgotten with time.
There’s no perfect
pigment to correct
my insomniac frame
but metaphors to lure me
back to a colorless
castle above satanic seas.
I’m dancing with demons;
as the pain you’ve fed me,
rushes through chained chambers.
Tonight, the storms may seem calm,
like forests awaiting for a trail
of redolent rainbows,
to flicker upon mourning meadows.
Tomorrow, when I slumber
six feet beneath breathing fiction,
will you rewrite cruel convictions,
that stole my purpose to live?
Maybe darkness sparkles upon
rich rivulets of rippling regrets,
so the cosmos would allow the moon
to rise and beam brighter than
the selfish sun.
Let this poem be the last
amulet to sorrowful sagas,
as I untangle your vines
suffocating my final breath,
this is the eternal demise—
I’m dying before your dead eyes.
Categories:
nestles, angst, dark, death,
Form:
Free verse
Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom
Garden flowers whisper
Peeking through tree branches, heads nod
Vines twine graceful arbor crown
Rows covered with pretty petals
Faces of sunflowers
Dream of tomorrows honey bee
Sleepy yawns of sweet peas
Early morning darkness shrouds daisy
Happy go lucky petals
Spin cartwheels across the night sky
Honeysuckle smiles grace fence
Veil of mist twirling through hearth
Maiden’s shy smile sleeping
Exuberant gaze waiting brightly
Bluebell colors swirl
Dew drops dripping off Iris tongues
Moon beams warm tulips
Kiss of starlight rejoice each rose
Pepper nasturtium petal
Under Hostas' green leaf shelter
Nestles dainty slippers
Woven of heaven’s sweet scents
Garlands adorn the sky
Pirouette back down to earth
And open the garden gate
Dawn’s an hour’s chime away
In mystical days of June
BRIAN'S CHOICE X,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
2nd Place
written August 23, 2019
Categories:
nestles, flower, garden, summer,
Form:
Free verse
Grace had floated royal
among the sweet summered months,
and not a moment had passed
without the nectar of love;
Three feathered lords so fledgling
white-black,
sleeping white at noon,
'neath arbors brawn....
where the nestles are soft with love,
and dream to host all the world watching;
from horizon's scarlet painting pink
the billowed white hues ---
and black-purple from the Lord's smile
What crimson disguise five plumed hearts
beating as one,
return again o'er Swan Lake,
or with eternal love thy cherubin ponds;
with fountains swooning infinite grace
then they are gone.....
to privy their existence made,
sleeping black at night
('neath the gaze of tomorrow's moon)
the future brim with wind....
elder wings at dawn,
unto valor in evening's song,
fain to life again....
(flight of thy Royal Swan)
***Dedicated to the black swan and Queen's royal
swans of Ottawa***
Categories:
nestles, animal, beauty, freedom, love,
Form:
Classicism
An August night waits,
For the setting of the sun.
Sparkles light her eyes,
When sunset has begun.
A romantic ambiance,
Moon nestles with the night.
Waiting to cast his love,
Of radiating light.
Reflections over waters,
The moon blushes with a glow.
Embracing one another with,
The love they both bestow.
A secret rendezvous,
Between Ms. lady night.
Dancing with her love,
As his poem's, he recites.
Categories:
nestles, love
Form:
Quatrain
Mini, musical meowing, eight weeks old, smaller than
Icicles hanging from the porch, she slips into the
Snowbanks, a frock of fluffed-out fur, dashes in, nestles on
Tissue paper, a tiny tiger with stripes of gray, now pouncing on
Lights blinking, there-gone, there-gone, where? her
Eyes a green mirror of mine, now she is
Tangled in tinsel, crouching butt-wiggle, batting
Ornaments and chewing ribbon, scaling our
Everest of a tree, my Christmas kitten I named Mistletoe.
12/19/18
Categories:
nestles, cat, christmas, fun, pets,
Form:
Acrostic
Color is an integral part of my life, essential in
physical descriptions, a blessing to language.
Colors are perfect subjects for character sketches.
For one perusing the color wheel, it's easy to
choose green, a color of such versatility and
profound meaning.
Symbol of nature and youth, signifying hope for
eternal life and respect for the environment,
green nestles happily in the spectrum between
bright companions blue and yellow.
The verdure of spring adorns the plants that sustain
our bodies, delight our eyes, and lift our spirits.
Lovely evergreens grace our forests, yards, and even
our homes, decorated and surrounded by long-awaited
gifts and jubilant families celebrating the season.
These wholesome traits and so many more surely outweigh
the greenness of occasional jealousy or inexperience.
entered in Eve Roper's New or Old 5 Poetry Contest on August 2, 2016
placed 2nd
Categories:
nestles, color, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Black roses sprawl, to droop, then fade
raking tendrils of her attic’s shades;
a brief display which glints inked nights
only for time’s sake, buds do parade.
How fleeting the luster of stems’ arms,
between weeping dusk and chilled sun
twigs crack like love's farewell --sad moon,
a wish-- the fragrance of bliss gone.
She digs remnants; gazing afar
perhaps to cuddle ringlets of star,
that hides dawn’s lamp from memories
instead her eyes reflect more scars.
Though pain mocks unbecoming heart
a young bough nestles on ground's arc;
granting reprieve in place of tears
to kindle sparks for dance to start.
Open Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
7/12/2015
Categories:
nestles, absence, hope,
Form:
Rubaiyat
I sit in awe
As the music reaches my ear
My 19 year old girl…..
The woman in the other room
Home from university
In her own world
And yet it seeps out to me
Her dreams
Her beauty
What moves her
And I listen
Spellbound
At the beauty that emanates
That floats to me on the notes
The music of her soul
And I wonder...
What did I ever do
To deserve this gift of heaven
This woman who is a part of me and yet
So much more
She’s stronger
More beautiful
Her voice more mellow
Her thoughts more lucid, clear
Her talent, no mere trickling stream of words
But a torrent
Waiting behind the doors of her heart
For release
I ask her
To leave all she is doing for a moment
And come into her mother’s arms
Glory of glory…
She comes
And nestles in my lap
Sensing my need
And I bury my head in her neck
And wrap my arms around her
Her long curly black tresses
That reach down to her waist
Still wet from the shower
Fall all round me
Some strands
Touch my face
With refreshing joy
And because these feelings
Are so profound
I try to capture my thoughts
To articulate them in a way
She will understand
The depth of my love for her
And all I can mutter…
As we rock back and forth
Are these simple words…
“I love you, baby.
Let me hold you a while
I know you are a woman now
But I’m still a Mommy
And my Mommy heart
Needs to be needed for a while.”
And she holds me
Till I've had my fill
And whispers...
“I love you, Mama.”
And I am content
At peace
For I know she is strong
Stronger than I ever was
Stronger than I will ever be
Able to speak her mind
To stand for her rights
To be who she was meant to be
And I pray for more time
To be there
After she has satisfied her desire
To travel the world
To explore
I long to be there
To see her wed
With a little child at her breast
Fulfilling her ultimate dream...
And then...
Should God will it
I’ll go
I’ll go
For I know
She will be fine
This child of mine
This woman
I’ll go...knowing
That I live on in her mind
I’ll smile before I sleep
Knowing…
She’ll remember the lullabies
I wrote for her
And perhaps
Perhaps
On some night
She’ll sing a similar one
To her little girl
As a tear escapes
And she remembers
Words that I whispered
About how MY world
Was made beautiful
By her smile….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
nestles, love, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Ripe red apples
where ladders lean against the trees
Ripe red apples
where rust and green creates a chapel
God's bounty nestles in the leaves
A taste of autumn scents the breeze
Ripe red apples!
...
PD's contest: One Autumn Day
(Form.....Rondolet)
Categories:
nestles, autumn,
Form:
Rondeau
Black softness nestles in his sheen so fab
as warm purrs vibrate his feline aura
Gash-like, a red neck-sash swings a gleaming
heart-shaped pendant, swaying a dangled flash.
Ebon stretches as the midnight creature
elongating his compacted frame, lithe.
Reaching, he uncurls a bounding jaguar
awake to the moon’s abracadabra
(10/31/2019: For my Halloween companion in tonight's sickle moon)
Categories:
nestles, animal,
Form:
Blank verse
Deep down, so not spoken, is my love for him.
It comes over in waves that shock me, most truly.
Deep down, like a river or ocean, it nestles,
and gives me false peace at the start of the day.
Deep down, where I want it, for better to hide it.
Married men don't want you to chase after them!
Deep down I feel it in time with my heartbeat.
Deep down is the yearning at the end of the day.
At the start of the night, when moon is bright shining,
I think of him going to bed, just like me.
Deep down, I just know it, he longs to caress me,
but, deep down, he knows that it never can be.
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3/25/2017
Contest - Opposite Gender Love Expression
Sponsor - Frank Herrera
1st place win
Categories:
nestles, love, love hurts,
Form:
Lyric
Africa, beautiful continent
Dreamy echoes fascinate
Giraffes heighten inclines
Jurassic known linger
Madagascar nestles offshore
Primates quest reform
Savannah tribes umbilical
Visioned waves x-ray
Young zebra
Categories:
nestles, animals, history, inspirational, nature,
Form:
ABC
The sun illuminates where former smile,
a crimson sunset into the crypsis
fades. Optical illusion - boat upside-
down, sails sullied, the upheaval of grit.
My sight ebbs and flows, a buoy beholds
the odd. I grasp the folds of skittered skirt,
hang on tight, my fishing shock strength reeling.
My black and blue breath, a sturgeon gasping.
Funny how the ocean tides seem so calm…
The wicked wretch is two-faced, a liar.
I’d bask in her embryonic fluid —
she can roll you like a reptile, scar you
for life. Still like a siren, she calls me,
my hair drying from her sin, her music
beckons, shimmering waves prod, “C’mon in.”
I dare to turn my back on my island.
But a child’s palm nestles into my world,
my heart sinks in vertigo — I let go.
I begin to turn over hapless beach,
finding cockleshells with wet hands and feet.
Categories:
nestles, imagery, storm,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
_attempt at a sonnet
A cuddled country voice nestles its'
Turbulent vibration deep in my skin
Land locked and dreading winters'
Icy fingers combing my body for oblivion
Tumultous currents rock us by and by
Leaving no one untouched by its madness
Isn't it funny how at death we still lie
Ne'er remembring that shadow of sadness
Indian Summer mentholates our lungs;
Our trembling throats mutter oceans
Long after sand castles are washed away, we've sung
The gritty ditties, fortifying our emotions
Dug in deep, foxhole country, warmth subsides
Blistering our memories where affection resides.
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Categories:
nestles, passion
Form:
Sonnet