Best Nymphs Poems
NYMPHS ON MIDDAY PROTEST
Crystal nymphs frolic at day-spring
Unto puffs, upon hush of blossom breast
sliding and gliding like dangling strings
Chilling the fever of midday protest
soft-sweet rest as all sleeps at their nest
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Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Contest Name Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile
++Placed 1st++
O.E. Guillermo
9:20 pm, June 22, 2015
Snowflakes:
Dancing nymphs of winter’s soul
That
Masterfully weave, nature’s nuptial
Gown!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 January 2016
Sometimes
I write poems about
Wine and other essential
Molehills of Life at
4 AM when
Bacchus is still awake
Conniving in
Sheer revelry at the
Mere notion he invented
Satyrs and other
Preternatural nymphs.
Speaking of nymphs, I relish the whim that at
4:10 AM or thereabouts, if I rush outside into the
Oozing Black Syrup, I might brush against one,
Intentionally.
The song they sing
Will bewitch you
Promising you everything
Warming your bed to loving you
Heartbreakers for sure
Full of wickedness and sin
They are so evil
Promising love but taking a life
They were handmaidens to the
Goddess Persephone
When Haides abducted her
Given bodies of birds
Sent to search for her
got tired and made
Anthemoessa Island their home
There they sang their song
Luring sailors to their death
Orpheus helped the Argonauts sail past
By drowning out their music
with his song.
Odysseus also sailed by
Bound tightly to the mast
His men blocked their ears
Using wax, so no song was heard
For this to happen
Distressed the Seirenes so much
They threw themselves
Into the sea and drowned.
Penned 6/6/2013
Moral must be – beware of sirens with blonde curly hair that have sexy voices. lol
It is not easy to happen upon them,
Pure nymphs in their natural beauty.
It happened to me only once when
I was resting beneath a red sunset maple,
As the summer hear began to soar.
A stone throw away was a lively stream
Around which grew in flower
A clump of Crape Myrtle Dwarves.
The breeze blew softly carrying
Some mellifluous melody,
Whilst nubile gorgeous maidens,
Laughing merrily frolicked
An amorous intense folk dance.
Then some loud noise disturbed the peace.
And all disappeared out of sight.
Was it a dream?
ephemeral beauty
of a mayfly goodbye-
spring's end is nigh
Ye Great Goddesses And Water Nymphs Of Old
Tis not of your sweet beauty I do now write
ye great goddesses and water nymphs of old.
Rather your images in poetic,fanciful flight
of chaste virtue and your beauty I am sold.
Poets have graced thee in power of flight
be it in the air or in clear water ye flee.
By grace of day you hold off chill of night
Mystical flying images bring poetry from me.
Wherein bluest ocean waves my mind embrace
there rests tales and odes written to you.
I plead ignorance of all virtues of grace
Yet in humble poetic verse give ye your due.
Your fame now rests in hearts oceans deep
with joy found in your tales poetically told.
Dream of your all,mind now restful in sleep
And long for your touch,be it ever so bold.
Sweet nymphs, may your grace forever shine
these mortal hearts long to again to see.
Your water dancing in morn's light so fine
as we desire just a gentle touch from thee.
Tis not of your sweet beauty I do now write
ye great goddesses and water nymphs of old.
Rather your images in poetic,fanciful flight
of chaste virtue and your beauty I am sold.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-24-2015
Note- Dedicated to Andrea, whose advice about
my writing in classic poetry form I now present
my answer in this mixed verse version.
Thanks Andrea.
Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem
Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple
Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples them
Desiree samples pitchfork debauch, spicy morsel
Charcoal meats mesh ashes as a couple
Ambidextrous temptress directs a dirty rehearsal
Slides snakelike under bellies of cavernous crime
Noir nymph' s naughty retorts immortal
Eclipses mens' deception with suspense sublime
Renee seeps charisma, dripped dagger stalactites
Fever lucid rouge cog spins fire's scorch
Sword slung blood hungry royalty raunchily ignites
Challenges zealous volunteers alter ideal rhythm
Their arteries' iron absorbed easily by hers
Victims slump lethargic in archer's hearty system
Daisy cartwheels through clouds of chaste cherubs
Recklessly devours disappearing desserts
Meringue marries her tongue to immaculate merit
Sunrise serene promise of peace glides with dove
Subtle touch petal's glitter silken sensual
Agitates a fragile ego to dream unconditional love
Virgin indulges a glutton with wedding splendour
Impulsive maid skips in fields plentiful
Expressive poses pollinate their dramatic detour
Reunited trio resplendent, red black white card
Dervish of dizzying seductive curses
Climb dandelion conducted, an angel on guard
26th April
Tantalising Apparitions!
wood nymphs waltz
fleshy dancers gay with wine
august old moon
Your fragrant, smooth, white flesh intoxicates
my senses. Such cool curves! That tumbling hair!
But when I grapple close, those carnal gates
elude me. I'm embracing scented air!
I'm strong, but you are nimble. There you go,
as light and limber as the April breeze,
beyond my grasp - my agile-footed doe,
enticing tail half-seen through tangled trees.
How you can run! Whilst I, half-blind with lust,
lunge in your wake, you - fleet, farouche and fey -
like insubstantial mist, evade my thrust!
Just out of reach, those soft enticements play!
You torture me with longing. And you flee
because you know, this way you'll capture me.
Honey dew of evergreen shrubs aligned.
Beauty that casts ought bare me no more.
Shadows within the cool faces ignore.
Their perpetuating waltz fork my mind,
Leaving eclectic faults intertwined;
Wandering about far more confined.
The trestling trees open like curtains,
Drawing you in with ease,
Calling out as they strike assertions.
An astonishing mossy figure sprouts,
Granting me no harm I already knew,
Reminding me I had bigger doubts.
How can such a being be so endearing?
These girls that have been appearing…
Was it me for whom I was fearing?
The imagination will take you for miles,
But these souls were just behind the wood.
The imagination is all just for the smiles.
They’ve been here far more years ago;
Their beautiful blue once again tickles my soul.
These were the Nymphs of Indigo.
Each passing second your Love
Etches its seal on eternal slates,
Proving fleeting affections drear,
Yielding warmth that never sates.
Infinitely warmer and soothing more,
It trounces fickle throbs of mortal kiss,
Eclipsing legends' amours of nymphs
Hugged by knights into hollowed bliss.
None comparable to fabled stories
Lauding mimicking flames of yore,
It permeates envy's diamond walls;
Caressing loneliest canyons below.
Your caress's unlying promise heals
Rude adder's strikes ignorance deals,
And balms vipers' capricious stings;
Surefire cure beyond temporal flings.
Wood nymph was wearing flowers in her hair.
Her eyes were oozing kindness.
She sat still, not speaking.
The animals came to her.
a mouse
two squirrels
three chickadees
a deer
They sensed her love for them
a rabbit hopped by
feeling her wholesomeness
none were fearful, even a tiny bit.
Glittering falling moondrops
Giving birth to graceful nymphs
Moonlit airborne vagabonds
Winged gypsies beneath asters
Incarnations of freedom in flight
Deities in their magical realms
Goddesses in miniature
AP: 3rd place
Submitted on March 14, 2019 for STANDARD CONTEST 195 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - 3RD PLACE
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From toes unto nose's lip
alopesia
rrrrrr
there'z not
one
from the other
save
their romp
The breeze
It's free gift from the sea
their diaphanous wrap
mine -holic
Down mine sails went
az mine anchor
SPLASH
into the wet salt
az i
Mine eccentric
Stroke
stroke
stroke
off my went
afield the sea
hand in hand
unto theirn
bucholic
* bucholic; my 'Portmanteau' for, bucolic
and -holic < a suffix forming noun
indicating a person having an abnormal
desire for or dependence on, e.g. workaholic ;)
* pronounced: boo'k hol'ik