Best Nuances Poems
Blue washes over me sometimes and will not let me go.
Melancholy soon becomes the ROAR of frothing ocean waves,
toppling me into navy blue.
Frustration too arrives, sometimes in the form of gulls screaming in my mind!
That is when I’m sinking sinking sinking into deep dark blue.
Other times, however, blue is light - an airy powder and nearly tranquil
except for the occasional whoosh of a gentle breeze.
I love to hear its aqua lapping lapping lapping softly at my feet
while I lie in warm white sand beneath a cloudless expanse of azure sky.
Blue is often glad - winging its way through fields and trees
singing notes from throats of happiness’ birds
or raising heads of periwinkle flowers to beautify spring and summer days.
Blue nearly fades away completely in the fall
but reappears at times as splendid sapphire sunsets
melding into cardinal, amber or rose
and utterly silent - like the stars that glisten in the indigo of night.
Once in a blue moon I might see on snow
a rare glow.
It beckons me to venture out into winter’s beauty
like a brand new lover enticingly ice blue
so many sounds and nuances of blue!
but the one I always love giggles like a child
I want to slide into a sexy sports car - shining baby blue
and glide away Vroom Vroom Vroom
11/2/2013
Entered 1/28/23
For Mark Toney's 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Poetry Contest
Above my head, a ray
where I sit on a mossy ledge,
stylus in my hand drips words
like acid upon thin papyrus sheets--
of myths and cultures perishing,
never to be repeated in splendour
and tragedy-- their brilliance borne
through swollen rivers' lore.
A Brian Strand Contest NO 18
Oct 10, 2016
November breezes in with style
Autumn zephyr carries a smile
Multihued leaves, they float around
Before dancing down to the ground
Hope flames high on smoky bonfire
Melting out hatred's dark desire
November dreams make it worthwhile
Autumn rakes up the leaves that pile
Gold and bronze and russet abound
Chromatic colours sure astound
Love burns in our humble heart's pyre
Kindling faith when we most require
November knows Winter's hostile
Therefore it lets Autumn compile
Various patterns on leaf mound
Dazzling the eyes, while we're spellbound
Life plays under God, the dyer
Before ceding to snowy mire.
10.29.2020
Checked with www.howmanysyllables.com
For William Kekaula's "Lay November" contest
I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryears' love lying
uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying
to escape as a means of a venerable excuse for me to
decimate this flesh and soul which gives residence to
those effulgent ponders that waver restlessly and tangent
upon the structure of the optimists' creed that was bent
from capricious minds and hypomanic-states to which nothing
states of the verities of the now abysmal dolor which rings
through my heart with incessant intonation of a melody
that schlepps through my senses in remoteness of euphony
which springs forth from mouths of angels vocalizing of their
freedom.And within those octaves I hearken of the loss
of my freedom which I once embraced in the solitude
that abraded piquancy of vibrant day,having worn it away
to evince the cold moments of paltry existence when those
unawakened fleeting thoughts(which are semblable to windows
of graves)allow no memory of yesteryears' love bereft
to evade,and no glint of light to invade the eyes of death.
Used to think love was just for the young
Nay nay love never really ends
It's a built in response to the opposite sex
To great heights you still can ascend
We must be aware how easy love dies
Needs nurturing every single day
It can be as simple as a touch of the hand
Or the tender soft words that you say
Sometimes a caress of a loved one's hair
A cuddle when someone is sad
It needn't always be passionate love play
Small nuances and love can be had
Small things can actually go unnoticed
But if it's an enduring attraction
They mean more than all the time worn phrases
Uttered in the heat of passion
© Jack Ellison 2013
" Nuances of Romances ... "
( Prov. 30: 19 / Eccl. 11: 9 / Ca. 1: 1, 2 )
The Nuances of Love's Romances
As Physical Attraction Advances:
' The Come Hither-Look; The Coyish Smile
That Moment When Together - Both Realize ... '
The Thrill of Mutual Satisfaction
In Body & Brains' Chemical-Reactions:
' That Rush of Blood; That Blush So Shy
That Quickened Pulse - At Saying 'Hi !' ...
' That Breathless Space; and Brave-Nerves-Mix
The Triumph ... When You Are Their Pick !
Sharing Favorite Songs and Souls and Such
That Caring-Thought; That Need To Touch ...
... In Holding Hands; and Kisses On Cheeks
That Look / When Lips - Don't Need To Speak
The Tender Embraces; Those Mating-Dances ! '
In Nuances of Love's Great Romances ...
... Motions, Moving Towards - More Than Friends
From Girlish-Giggle - - To A Woman's Skin;
From Boyish-Grins - - To Passions of Men;
Makes Temptation So Strong - Sex Strays To Sin !
(and may end as quick as it begins) ...
... Under Shooting Stars & Nights' Full-Moons
In Love-Notes; Candy; Colognes; Perfumes
Sweet Seduction 'Scent' - To Tease Noses
In Innocent Days of Wine and Roses ** ...
' The Birds and Bees; And Hearts That Sing
To The Hope Chests; and Engagement Rings
... Looks Like Spring Is In The Air !
In Nuances of Romances' Flirty-Flares ... '
... O' The Nuances of Love's Romances
As Physical Attraction's Path Advances
In Nuances That Come So Natural ...
Romance - Shouldn't Be Approached ... So Casual
Written & Copyrighted © : 5/19/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Undaunted by space and time
Mysterious as the clouds
A miracle-worker is He
All knowing, but everlasting
The Alpha and the Omega
His rod and His staff
They comfort me
The star-maker is He
Moves in and out of worlds
Resolute is He
From His image made man
Breathed life into Adam
Possesses the tree of knowledge
Fearless of the Prince of Evil
Between heaven and earth
Resides the nuances of God
Hello, I’m glad we know each other,
Let me tell you what I think of you,
About those little things you say,
About all those things you do.
I love your hidden smile when
You see something others didn’t see,
To how you love to exaggerate and
Use earth sized hyperbole.
And then you plan a trip overseas
To hike to a mountain peak
But instead you book a scuba diving course,
All within a week.
I love your nuances, your traits, your quirks,
The things that are yours alone.
You’re the music playing inside my head,
My beautiful, powerful megaphone.
Quilled Nuances
W When the quills dip into dark inks,
O On parchments it unfolds the hearts,
N Nuancing with their pensive thoughts,
D Distilling the essences gathered over years,
E Easily flowing into words to reach out to ages,
R Revering the creation of the creator to eyes,
F Fantasied with the fanciful placement of words,
U Unveiling different images by blessed hands,
L Lovingly pouring the lords wine into our cups.
January 11, 2016
Contest: Wonderful Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
Because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
Frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryear's love lying
Uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying
To escape as a means of a venerable excuse for me to
Decimate this flesh and soul which gives residence to
Those effulgent ponders that waver restlessly and tangent
Upon the structure of the optimists' creed that was bent
From capricious minds and hypomanic-states to which nothing
States of the verities of the now abysmal dolor which rings
Through my heart with incessant intonation of a melody
That schlepps through my senses in remoteness of euphony
Which springs forth from mouths of angels vocalizing of their
Bath of heaven's reign;an absolute catharsis amid their
Freedom.And within those octaves I hearken of the loss
Of my freedom which I once embraced in the solitude
That abraded piquancy of vibrant day,having worn it away
To evince the cold moments of paltry existence when those
Unawakened fleeting thoughts(which are semblable to windows
Of graves)allow no memory of yesteryear's love bereft
To evade,and no glint of light to invade the eyes of death.
The Master of Nuances
Supreme literary intensity
Rainer Maria Rilke—
Inspired as Orpheus sings
Predilection for Die Dinge
A mastery of true nuances
A thirst for poetic symbols
He sings now with Orpheus
And the angels in Heaven.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 5, 2016 (Verse)
Water lily lake
in hot pink epoch of sun
Coral lilies bob
Fuchsia flight, dusk melodies
Salmon rose sends scents
Moonlight lake gleams, as
skies darken to amaranth
Pink daisy twilight
Gathering sweet raspberries
at red-violet day's end
For the epiphany, this Sunday at thirteen
I wanted a cake of kings,
I have a bakery across the street from my house
hello I would like a galette of kings,
Apple or frangipane? Waw?
I didn’t ask for an apple pie!
Quizzical play
Musical sway
Comical day
Humour greets joy
Drama now toys
Greet crazy ploy
Lines in new finds
Blur drowsy mind
Word cryptic signs
Noise floods my ears
What's that I hear
As daytime steers
Odd movement slides
Awkward I glide
Slow wobbly strides
Focus and see
Bright eyes sleepy
Abrupt dream flees
Gather my wits
Yes bit by bit
Rise, stand and sit
When age comes round
Edgy such grounds
In lost and found
Memory lapse
Energy saps
Stranded mind maps
Brisk walking thrust
Adrenaline rush
Unseats plain mush
Here we go now
Fast strides endow
New ground to plough
Pleasure and pain
Voice clear refrains
With yearly gains
Wise and weary
Sighs prime richly
My comedy
Each day a thrill
Of stubborn will
All sorts of pills!
Now I can see
Pass all worry
Eternity!
Leon Enriquez
26 feb 2014
Singapore
It's the end of a perfect fall day,
the sun is going slowly down
and the evening light is starting
to melt into night.
Soon the sky will be velvet blue
sprinkled with diamond-studded stars.
The air will be cool but not yet crisp-
and a huge yellow moon will hang low
in the sky,
reminding me of a huge piece of cheese.
I love fall with it's many nuances-
leaves falling
air turning cooler
clear skies
and gorgeous sunrises.
Look and notice them yourself
see the colors of green grass starting to
fade into brown
and leaves softly floating ever so gently
to the ground.
Fall is beautiful
orange-colored pumpkins
of all sizes in patches
and Halloween-just
around the corner.
I'm falling in love with fall
I'm falling
falling
falling, ever so gently
into fall.