Best Nymph Poems
She listens to the whispering of trees
and views the dance of wind on dew kissed leaves.
Surrounded by tall silhouettes, she sees
emerging patterns as each shadow weaves
the light that lingers on extended limbs.
Green arms reach up as if to glorify
the One whose hand (as light of sun now dims)
is splashing brilliant colors onto sky.
The wood nymph relishes her tranquil home,
the night owl's hoot, and soothing sounds of dark.
She now reclines beneath a leafy dome,
embraced by (and embracing) steadfast bark.
As Full Moon glows, her respiration slows,
then melds with breath of elm in deep repose.
6/25/2010
Accidentally I stumbled on the hidden pool,
I saw her there among the sedge, so lovely and cool,
"Come swim with me," she smiled in an angelic way.
Euphorically my heart beat fast with radiant sway.
How fast I swam towards that heavenly vision,
Only to see her vanish in a colourful prism.
The Cyber Nymph
Loch David Crane
August 18, 1997
Lie back--expose your belly ring
up unto the sky. . .
I just hope when I get down close
it won't put out my eye!
That summer I was 48
and she pert 25;
I left Prozac in the cupboard
and Reality went Live.
I shoulda taken time to stop
and used the vorpal rubber
But 48 he couldn't wait
to find another lover.
So while the Sun was merciless
to sand and skin and sea
"If she swells I'm sure she'll tell,
returning then to me."
I must admit I got her drunk--
I used her just for sex:
Blue and blond with freckles,
suntanned buns and pecs.
But she revealed computer skills
That took away my breath.
Her dancing cyber fingers sang;
I soon saw who was best.
Ol' 48 could bare compute
"Not very fast" she said;
"I've practiced years not to be fast"
gasped I, collapsed in bed.
Then the Sun warmed up the honey--
it dripped twice more in a row.
Ulysses' "rosy-fingered dawn"
beheld her frown, dress, and go.
That freshly-flossed feeling
reverberates my spine
A smile wells up from deep inside
and stays there all the time.
At play I watched this cyber nymph
on Netscape and E-mail;
Her eyes flashed, fingers flying,
shaking golden ponytail.
"You're kinda slow," she grumbled,
terrifying 48;
"But I like that in a man," she grinned,
making me feel great.
My old 12 color monitor
was not enough for her;
More movies, GIFs, and videos
flew by me in a blur.
But 48 he had a trick:
while she stared at the screen
I spoke in her ear, nibbled her neck,
and adored her like a Queen.
I kissed and bit and licked and squirmed
'til wrists and spine went quiet--
The way a mouse's legs go still
when python's on his diet.
And then the honey dripped once more,
the Sun was past its rise.
I felt its rosy hug and knew
that love was in my eyes.
I asked her for her address,
she wrote with @ in code;
I said "I'm too old fashioned"
and asked for her telephone.
So when you dream, sweet 25,
tall cyber nymph of mine,
remember please old 48
who isn't past his prime.
And as the honey of the Sun
drips down into the sea
I'll recall my Cyber Nymph
and she will undelete me.
With crusted eyes from little sleep
I stepped out on the sand,
the morning mist a coverlet
o'er all, both lake and land.
And then as if a waking dream
or flight of fancy to my sight
I thought I saw a spritely nymph
come dancing in the dark and light.
Entranced was I to see such sport
displayed in front of me,
she swooped on wings of gossamer,
cavorting merrily.
In and out of my purview
she flew with graceful ease,
accompanied by flute and lyre
to decorate the breeze.
Then rooted to the spot I watched
the vapors disappear,
with them the image of the nymph
whom I had held so dear.
Was she a daydream, fancy's flight,
a soulless apparition,
or is she real, and can she feel
the moment, and her mission?
I know in this bonding spark tethered in the nets of clouds,
There is a must to patiently listen to your heart
For once I open my mouth, it will be closed again to your dismay…
I easily am loved by you, yet you swear I do not understand you
That I must fight for you,
As—you may never believe—I do…
That is where your head is…
In a cloud of airy snares,
Waiting for me to fall into the words you long have known I would utter
To spit me down to the ground so I may taste the soil of how wrong I am
You must oppose me at all costs—this I understand!
You must teach me to trust you—that I insanely dare!
Can you believe I have vowed to one day fail to disappoint you,
That one day, in my silence, I will complete you
So all will be revealed in these cloudy traps
As you wait for the next naïve nymph to try her magic in jaded reality
My rays will burst through the immaculate whiteness of your ego
And stun every eye…every mouth that has tasted the soil of your disappointments
They will feel hope, as your snares part from their lives
As you learn to let my warmth teach you -
It does not matter who is wrong and who is right
It does not mean anything to me that I delight or displease you
I easily love you in the temperament of playful nymphs
Who listen as an ancient tree to the breath of safe and sound reality
Ready on the roots of her feet to end the quaking heartaches of fatality
She is the sylphic stream
and the flow spinning
her sequined sarong
through gleaming fields
as she weaves
endless reveries
nebulous and lithe
ripples leaves
with her rhythmic
untamed grace
omnipresent and fluid
diffused in ambience
joyful teasing
pulse that
glitters in
silver stars
she is the
sanguine song
that lights
a doting heart
footnote : an ode to Nymph , the goddess of nature
Any form/ theme upto 20 lines Late Feb Premier contest
Feb28 2018 sponsored by Brian Strand
of Russell's Nymph
the rendered spell, the nymph can tell,
distraction never changes,
i too have been caught as well,
the nympho re arrangement,
i swore by Gaul to end it all,
would run into the ranges,
but quick as night she pinned me tight,
don't ever make love with strangers...
good one Russell mate...
Don
I live on that borrowed time
What do you know about me...
She was a nymph that got me
In sexual moments she kills
She gives something unwanted
A disease, unknown to all
Now I’m living with something
That could kill me instantly
I feel nothing but knowing
I could die...
This nymph knew me all too well
She used me
Can kill me and not be there
I just live on borrowed time
Death will one day lean on me
I will die
Russell Sivey
An illusion a mirage
Ethereal she glides
Most graceful nymph
Our Lady of the Lake
Appears surreal at twilight
Tends to her waterlily garden
Converses with the butterflies
A lost soul she ambles and meanders
She haunts the silence of the night
Then disappears dreamy as the mist
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on May 7, 2020
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'pon
yesss
'pon
the acres uv
lavender
there
whut the poet
longs for
the sparkling
slight
clad in crystal
blue
with
sparkling diaphanous
wingz
spining
tumbling with blue crystals
spilling in circles
the Spring wind
touching it's
soft
cauzing
gentle slow
rise
the artist enthralled
for the Sun outlines
too the taut through that
diaphanous
frock
Dancing in the moonlight the gorgeous forest nymph showed truth.
The woods became completely silent as they watched dear Ruth.
She is a child grown from tree roots, the oaks said, claiming her.
Her ambitions and ideas are well-thought out, she has a kindness pure.
FOREST NYMPH
Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,
she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found my joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.
I'd never be the same, from just the look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, my opened book,
I'd sur'ly bared to her in summer play.
The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
If you happen to see a Wood Nymph,
Don’t look away or blink your eyes;
Cause she’ll disappear without a trace,
If you take her by surprise;
Don’t look away or blink your eyes,
As she sways to the soft blowing breeze;
If you take her by surprise,
The wood nymph may dance away;
As she sways to the soft blowing breeze,
Cause she’ll disappear without a trace;
The wood nymph may dance away,
If you happen to see a Wood Nymph…
Despite the large orange flowering flame tree
That shaded my veranda, the summer heat was intense.
No amount of ice-cold beer could quench my thirst.
A stone throw away was my lovely verdant wood.
It lured me towards a more shadowy place.
Iridescent hues filtered through high branches
Of dark oak trees and stately ashes.
I trod the path, dotted with dubious luminous toadstools.
Distracted I mistook my normal path.
A large hawthorn hedge seemed to block my way,
Till I found an opening, a dreamlike scenario.
There a rivulet twisted its way among the trees
Growing fast till it became a pool in front of a dark deep cave.
Blossoms evanescence fragrance of the wood supplanted
The scent of flowing waters adorned with lotus flowers.
Distant vibrant music echoed with euphonic refrains.
Dancing above the hazy pool was a sight never to be forgotten.
She was beauty in perfection, a palpable poetic water sprite.
Spying me on the bank, she beckoned me to join her.
Who could resist such a soft embrace as we danced
Above the lotus covered pool while meadowlarks
Accompanied us with their warbling tunes?
My heart was filled with radiant love,
Ethereal whispers warmed my yearning heart.
Her luscious lips suddenly brushed mine.
Her loving embrace charmed me into surreal ecstasy
Her alluring eyes sent loving messages
As somehow, I felt the pull of the upper skies,
A feeling of unforgettable emotional attainment
Riding the woolly cooling clouds.
I woke from my trancelike riddle
As I found myself back on my veranda.
I had to find her again, but the sun was setting.
I resigned myself to fate. Was all I saw unreal and imaginary?
I desperately longed for a new morn and a new encounter.
24 May 2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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So soft and pleasant
mine kith’s tumid humid lips
pressing on these hips
Uttering strongly
the vociferous pert miss
quivering
gasping
causing mine
limp