Best Orchestrate Poems
Meet me in forever,
where the moon enclasps
the enchanting
heaven above us,
for you, are the music
playing on loop,
and we are like
unrhymed verses,
dancing amongst
lyrical constellations~
waiting to be aligned
as a sign of love.
Sometimes, obsidian hearts
will never feel the raging fire
they rise above and beyond,
as untamable phoenixes,
ascending in burning hues,
to the eden in our
warm embrace,
interlaced with
soft summer skies,
where love finally feels safe,
flowing in silvery
aisles across
a lake of flaring firestones,
a home for dreamers,
residing in fields
of ever blue
forget-me-nots.
When twin souls
are entwined,
by sacred wings of angels,
descending through
vermilion gold beginnings,
I question every
nightingale that sings~
what could be the melody
that would unveil the tune
to orchestrate
my own universe?
As I keep fighting
the urge to
disappear sometimes,
to silence these
deafening screams in my head.
As everyday, I am different,
somedays my conscience
confuses my spirit,
that this love is like a fever-
a disaster waiting to occur,
running in foggy breezes,
leaving me gasping for air.
When overthinking is a poison,
my mind fears
these crippling changes,
echoing through
our favorite songs.
So, how will I ever be able to
right every wrong,
without my savior
that saved me
from dreary dark
dawns of December?
Perhaps, this was pre-written
in untold sagas
of romance,
I am only complete,
when I am within
the coincidental
half of your gemini heart.
Here, I wait, alone tonight,
until you become mine,
so meet me in forever,
where luminous clouds
unravel perpetual
purple flickers in our sight.
Categories:
orchestrate, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in my hand -
an oxymoron poetic
paradox of cruel compassion.
Sadistic green eyes bring my demise,
as my sighs are captured by the wind,
slowly morphed into madness and travesty.
I sit alone on the throne of midnight illusions,
cursed by dark imaginations
lingering like mouldy air,
as vivid flashing images
engrave inkstained imprints.
Dripping lament from a
palette of black and white,
colouring in the emptiness of my sensitive soul.
In echoing whispers of weeping violins,
whimsical vibratos from wooden wind-chimes,
steadily orchestrate instrumental sonatas,
ringing through my strained metallic heart,
whilst I try to strum strangled strings,
harmonizing an inconsistent symphony of a tragedy.
Fate has me stranded within a monotonous loop of uncertainties,
for when twilight’s last breath piercingly eclipsed over
lyrical edges of my insomniac shadow,
it awoke restless beasts of nocturnal nights -
in nightmares I wondered does no one hear my screams?
i can see dazzling dusts of black diamonds,
drizzle manuscripts of maniac irony
translating dialects hidden behind unshed tears
that gleam like shooting stars,
as i sing mystical moonbeams,
sewn with silver sequins of euphonious memories on refrain,
chorused from nameless tunes of timeless tomorrows,
as the magic of the maestro,
residing in the highest bridge of sanguine skies,
guides these electric fears, trapped between
synchronized layers of my unsettled skin.
I'm tired from intangible tears in the mirror,
slowly sinking me in swirls of sorrow,
like a bruised creature
seeking shelter in a silk cocoon,
so this aurora's smile is no longer a masquerade.
I hunger for rays of sunlight to paint my skin
in a plethora of pastels,
so this golden bronze queen,
can once again glitter
in a crown of illuminating heartbeats.
Categories:
orchestrate, angst, anxiety, mental health,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes when
moonlight weeps to sleep,
I sit, draped
in burning dreams,
and beautiful nightmares
of moments lost,
engraved along the rising
of blushing blossoms,
within cerulean azure.
But shadows fade,
as clarity descends
upon the ivory beach,
adorned in pearls
and palm leaves.
I await for twilight to
sing my heart to
the milky-way.
I stretch my fingers,
to count glistening gems,
that shower silver
streaks upon my
stranded silhouette.
And I question the universe,
in r i d d l e s and r h y m e s~
what flows within
empty spaces
between iridescent
lines of stars?
Would I find traces
of footprints that left
the face of this earth,
where they
thrive eternal crests
in paradise?
Maybe there’s rivulets
of jewels with initials of
angels residing
in blissful musing,
in hope-filled reveries,
as the cosmic maestros,
orchestrate peaceful notes
with ethereal keys of faith,
In a choir for
celestial requiems,
to heal the grieving mind
that t i m e couldn’t mend.
I saw it rained
a rainbow with frozen
memories through my
glass window..
and I remembered
how I’ve always felt
closer to you in astral realms,
whilst soaked in
galactic light.
So tonight, I whisper,
prayers in poetic prose,
hoping you’ll feel my tears,
from the
highest halcyon haven.
Even death can
never kill a dreamer,
that bears memories,
and relives them
through classical sonatas.
Maybe this is how
a poet reminisces,
heartbeats in h e a v e n…
Categories:
orchestrate, absence, destiny, heaven, i
Form:
Free verse
To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune
to your illusive m a n t r a s,
recited in roseate refrains.
I’ve learned to see
the vermilion
f l o a t i n g
between venomous
pigments of
psychedelic sunsets
For life is a whirlpool
of uncertainties
slithering through
l o o p h o l e s of adversities
We waltz through
h i g h s and l o w s
while masked foes
orchestrate a
a circus embellished
in emerald s p r i n g s
Yet, I f o r g i v e
your i g n o r a n t skies,
unable to grasp
the vision of loyalty
You’ve long been
preaching in
verses of lyrical lies,
soaring above
catastrophic canopies~
draped with my
sentimental s i g h s
this conscience remains
constantly crippled
by the ecstasy of
poisonous promises~
served from
diamond chalices
once upon
a blood m o o n
There’s still
a pearlescent
shore for faithless
footprints in the
island of h e a l i n g
in the marine bed
of softness
that f l o w s
beneath seething seas,
there I’ll sculpt a
lagoon of
p r a y e r s across
fire corals that
f l i c k e r
in tints of
lethal lime green
As I allow aquatic
pearl ruffles to ripple
through weary waves,
they become the
sacred v e s s e l
that unveils
hyacinth stars,
when your heart is
as dark as the
eclipsed moonflowers
Tonight, I’ll rewrite
the poems I’ve woven
from golden arrows
that assassinated
the alliterative tranquility
in sinister silence
within my inner psyche
In the journey of revival
I’ve mastered the art
of wearing pain
like a crown of
thistles and thorns
I’ll forgive you
amidst unspoken apologies,
and e r a s e the
a c h i n g colors
within greying rainbows,
behind your
soulless eyes.
For, I can feel the
insecurities r u s h i n g
through those veins~
longing for an empathetic
empire that
serves you
k i n d n e s s
So take these metaphors,
make them yours,
ink them across
your s u n l e s s canvas,
and r i s e beyond the
demons that lurk
as shadows within
your a r t l e s s heart.
May the light of twilight,
correct your insincere intentions.
Categories:
orchestrate, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
A world of illusions procreates
blinking sustained delusions
existence shivering in probabilities
memories afloat in traces astray
If only I were a meteor
I'd cross those barriers
to merge their essence for you..
Surviving beliefs proclaim strengths
astounding errors of hurled conquests
a seed of faith cocoons itself
in hazy blue dreams
If only I were a blissful rainbow
I'd splash hopeful colours
melting through the breeze for you..
Dark hallucinations evaporate
shrines of intuition exasperate
realities hinder imaginations
locking invisible worlds in mist
If only I were a feather in clouds
I'd wipe the dust of charades
sweeping showers of love for you..
Mortal moments stride along
paranoia of wanderer remains
wondering if forever sustains
a light to caress tender heart
If only I were a pious rivulet
I'd wash away those scars in flow
gleaming reborn leaves for you..
Superfluous battles of anxieties
pointing ancient spears of malady
shattering trust of naivety
masked crowds leading to agony
If only I were a lighthouse
I'd guide your fears in storms
projecting lucid emotions for you..
Sometimes I wonder if I really belong
to a world lost in speculations
If only I were a nurtured moment
If only I were a frivolous feeling
If only I were an eternal story
I'd orchestrate a timeless journey
mesmerizing parallel universes for you..
My love I am just a heart
striving to breathe in reality
scattered along my latent desires
all I am is a scintillating memory
tapping your silence in whispers
to hold you in my arms maybe..
Categories:
orchestrate, analogy, desire, longing,
Form:
Free verse
as the wind whistles
warm wishes
echoing the
sea-salt silence
flowing beneath
silver-kissed waves
I think of synonyms for
love
illustrating hate
in elusive rhythm...
for stars never
envy the moon
but silently orchestrate
a cosmic choir
of coruscating crystals
in incandescent cadence
swirling confetti across
the nocturnal sky~
a compelling
commemoration
that you and I cherish
in technicolor tercets…
I ponder
why do green-eyed gazers
spinning
lilac lies
within
jaded journals
along jeweled realms
rage with
j e a l o u s y?
pushing my quivering quill
to question:
am I not art
am I not the muse
am I not worthy
am I not the ache
romanticized with roses...
perhaps these words
are mere
remnants of ramblings
ricocheting
rhapsodies
within the
breath of perfumed heartbeats
that the kohl-cold souls
can never taste...
so I purge
inked petals
upon the digital canvas,
that feels not
lyrical lifelines
bleeding ballads
h i d i n g and
h e a l i n g
behind
murky metaphors
and
alliterative adjectives
weaving h o p e
amidst
the
crestfallen
sighs
of
bittersweet
horizons…
Categories:
orchestrate, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
When streams of paper roses,
bleed bitter fragrances,
evil mists of leaves slowly fall,
drifting along autumnal
breeze of yesterdays.
And i question
unseen dirt trapped
between sharpened thorns:
what if the sun,
at the end of your horizon,
seems brighter
than the skies in my mind?
What if days are a little longer
than the spoonful of quiet nights
you’ve fought?
Would you still paint
hollow bones of every skeleton
in your glass closet,
with black and white traces
flickering through
sociopathic holes and into
the windows of your rusted soul?
But what if, all this time,
you’ve been seeing silver linings
through ruby tinted glasses,
whilst steadying
your befogged sight with the core
of the devil’s unspoken mantras?
Maybe, the fault is in what flows
beneath your thick flesh,
that refuses to let redolent air
to rush in,
unless wicked winds
orchestrate songs of your
delusional manifestation.
So unlock the rails of
your iron heart,
follow me to the fields
of fluorescent fuchsias;
for I’ve always dared
to speak invisible visions
of my scarlet desires,
as I run with teal green wildflowers,
where pleasure spells my name
across lawns
in soft lavender dusks.
I fear no mourning monsters
dressed in golden feathers;
virtual vultures
speaking in demonic dialects,
waltzing with energy vampires.
They pretend to be angels
of cyan eden, oblivious
to the burning hell they reek,
exhaling scripted sentiments
of sanctimonious metaphors.
Whilst rhyming with a
cruel conscience,
seeking for meaningless endings.
They craft empty
expressions in
ghostly recitations,
revised to ruin
every starry sphere,
where achromatic ink-sanity,
remains reluctant to
follow me and my moon.
Categories:
orchestrate, dark, deep, feelings, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
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Breezes orchestrate
Windchimes melodius sounds
Music fills the air
Categories:
orchestrate, nature
Form:
Haiku
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for the many blessings that You have bestowed upon me, especially the affection for music and for the abundant joy that it has brought me throughout all the years of my life.
May this musical offering be pleasing to You and may it make Your heart glad, for it is with tender love and simple adoration that I now give back to You that which You have so graciously given to me to begin with.
May I never take this blessing nor any of Your blessings for granted or in any way think that I had anything to do with the possession of them, for it is only by Your good pleasure that I have any talent or ability to realize the desires of my heart at all.
I acknowledge that I am simply the vessel through which You have allowed these melodies to flow and it is my utmost desire to use them now in praise, worship, and thanksgiving to You.
May those who would hear this music be blessed.
May these notes strike a chord that resonates down into the deepest parts of their souls.
May the Holy Spirit orchestrate, manifest, and cultivate in them a burning desire to know You if they don’t already, and if they do, to know You better.
I humbly ask that You would coordinate my spirit, soul, and body so as to be in perfect harmony; that You would guide my hands to faithfully execute and deliver this composition of gratitude and appreciation, and that through them You would be honored and glorified.
In assurance of faith, unwavering, in accordance with Your will and by the power of the Holy Spirit, I ask these things in and through Jesus’ name, Amen.
Categories:
orchestrate, prayer,
Form:
Prose
"Monday Dreadful Monday"
Most people are terrified of its presence
Only this moment can be the most hated
No more time for r&r....that's reefer and rum
Damn it....if he even looks at me I will need to find some new religion
And it's not even football season yet
Y did i even set the alarm clock....somebody make it STOPPPP!!!!
Do you watch the morning news
Reality check, why can't I find my shoes
Enter me back to the world where I must follow rules
Are there any sane people who don't think Trump is a fool
Dare I say that he is the biggest tool
First of all, his toupee ain't close to cool
Under his direction, we are fed a bull's stool
Like it or not, those IDIOTS elected a goule
Man, many make more mistakes
Only original ordinary organs orchestrate obediance
Nothing necessary needs new nihilism
Don't demand daily dreadful decisions
And are all actions appropriately and angrily aimed at apocolypse
Yes, you yearn yearly yet Yahweh yells yin young yang
July 30, 2018
Categories:
orchestrate, america, anger, art, crazy,
Form:
Acrostic
This is a collaboration with Susan Ashley, excerpts taken from her Amberina Ballerina poem. One of the best writes I've ever read, check it out!
Thanks Susan for your awesome work, I loved this and have high hopes for this song!
UNTAMED HEART
My untamed heart,
ruled by unruly wants
Sometimes in tatters,
but flatters and taunts
I played at life...
but life played me harder,
Lived bet to debt...
in life's Russian roulette
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
I place a wager...
speed into danger
My foolish whims,
scatter in mistral winds
Now tossed by waves,
by blind forces of fate
How they orchestrate,
time, distance and place
Bridge
Now all that's left...
lies fallow,
in fields of regret
Hopes of a new day...
are shattered
by a doomed sunset
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Outro
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
repeat and fade
Written November 26,2021
(revised Nov29,2021)
John Derek Hamilton, Susan Ashley
Categories:
orchestrate, introspection, lost, metaphor, psychological,
Form:
Lyric
Himalayas beckon everyone to come to its fold
In as many seasons ‘n as many times ‘n still lust for more
Music, all four seasons, they continuously orchestrate
A collage of fall colors adds beauty to its lakes, rivers and waterfalls
Legendary tales echo glories of gods in its valleys and peaks
Abode heavenly it makes away from maddening crowd, a midst the clouds
You fall in love with the simple and beautiful people of these hills that
Allow you not to miss your home sweet home while
Snow-capped peaks bring out grit ‘n courage of mountaineers
Contest: the hills are alive with poetry
Sponsor: Scott thirtyseven
Date: 20.6.2014
Form: Acrostic
Lines: 9
Categories:
orchestrate, mountains,
Form:
Acrostic
In a subconscious state of mind
both real and unreal intertwine
and twist each others attributes
into dark Eidolon recruits.
These phantoms perform roles assigned
So well they trick the sleeping mind;
The scripts emerge from deep within
The brain where images begin
To shape and sound then orchestrate
Successive scenes the two conflate
Into involuntary schemes
The conscious human calls his dreams.
Categories:
orchestrate, imagination
Form:
Couplet
My untamed heart,
ruled by unruly wants
Sometimes in tatters,
but flatters and taunts
I played at life...
but life played me harder,
Lived bet to debt...
in life's Russian roulette
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
I place a wager...
speed into danger
My foolish whims,
scatter in mistral winds
Now tossed by waves,
by blind forces of fate
How they orchestrate,
time, distance and place
Bridge
Now all that's left...
lies fallow,
in fields of regret
Hopes of a new day...
are shattered
by a doomed sunset
Chorus
I'm like a ghost ship,
stranded on breakers
searching for life, without any light
I rummage through...
my Psyches ruins
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Outro
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
Dreams duel disasters,
but give up the fight
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
composed November 26, 2021
(revised Nov. 29, 2021 – posted Nov. 30, 2021)
~ Poem Of The Day ~
December 1, 2021
*Celebrated on John Hamilton's page*
Poet’s note: my dear friend, John, it was both a pleasure, and indeed, a great honor to collaborate with you on this special and emotionally expressive song of an untamed heart. Thank you for your gracious invitation for my pen to join yours in lyrical artistry. Your song writing skills are ever impressive! I love what we’ve done here and it fills me with gratitude to share the creative page with you.
John’s poet note: This is a collaboration with Susan Ashley, excerpts taken from her Amberina Ballerina poem. One of the best writes I've ever read, check it out!
Thanks Susan for your awesome work, I loved this and have high hopes for this song!
Categories:
orchestrate, emotions, fate, heartbreak, life,
Form:
Lyric
You think that security belongs to you
Because you have done all you need to do
You think that wisdom belongs to a few
Because the rest of us are fools
You think that the solution to your problem
Lies in a bomb or bullet
But can the stomach act alone without the directions of the gullet?
You think that I am your enemy
Because I criticise you
But it is not about you
It is the things that you do
One day the shepherd will not tend to his sheep
Because he will be fast asleep
One day the soldier will not know how to fight
Because he underestimated his enemies' might
One day your bombs will fail to explode
Even though you try to reload
And my words today may sound like a mad man ranting
But tomorrow you will be the one running and panting
Lord High Executioner who determine the fate of men
With the pronouncement that he makes with the stroke of his pen
But has no power over his own fate
For you have sowed venom in the hearts of men
And pretend that you did not orchestrate
Their end
Categories:
orchestrate, philosophy, day, day,
Form:
Clerihew