Best Orchestrating Poems
In the landscape
of melancholy,
where arctic
heartbeats linger,
I long for withered
willows to blossom
like speckled
diamond petals,
while your crystalline
silhouette strolls
through tangled tunnels
of my weathered mind.
And I question
the highest choir
orchestrating
ethereal anthems:
What if there’s no right key
to harmonize this
undying yearning?
What if love had a voice?
Would it be an
echo of melting snow—
thawing glacier hearts
to stream upon
silver lakes,
mirroring drifting
clouds of memories
that drizzle
rose-tinted flakes?
There, the crisp
air whispers
magical tales
chauffeured in
cashmere cadence.
But, like the golden
tendrils of
winter jasmine,
my fingers
stretch beyond
fogs of frozen rainbows,
sketching
sweet-scented dreams
across skies
in porcelain pigments,
as your voice
glimmers and
glows amidst
poetic pearls
resting on
your lyrical lips,
shifting through
colors of the
seasonal breeze,
serenading
symphonies
for soulmates.
So let me
undress the
wintry wisps of vanilla,
cloaking the
citrine threads
of sunrise in your eyes,
listening to
the song of the
wind that shrouds
our unsung sonatas
when we were undone.
For you and I,
we are like
jewels in the azure,
ruminating in rhymes,
quilted in a
secluded igloo,
as chickadees
of the night
chirp in sync
with the moon,
mimicking hymns
from the
hypnotic lyre of Orpheus,
to which Eurydice waltzed,
even the waning stars
would unravel
a sequined staircase
to the gardens
above the highest spheres.
For I would die
a million
deaths to
rewind and replay
the dulcet chorus
of this
immortal romance.
Categories:
orchestrating, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Night fell,
Summer’s heat abating,
I sat leaning against a tall magnolia,
Its fragrance spreading everywhere
Like echoes of whispering breezes.
Despite all I could not rest and sleep.
The moon and stars were invisible now,
But darkness could not cover the glade.
Fireflies flittered here and there, glowing.
I was mesmerised by the fireworks of the night.
Suddenly I heard a delicate delicious melody.
Was it the fireflies orchestrating their symphony?
Soft enchanting tunes enticed the whole glen.
Could this be a dream descended from the hidden stars?
The melody changed, cadences tuned up and down,
The fragrance of the magnolia increased,
The moon appeared and all was bright.
Butterflies flew all around. Or were they fairies?
I could not tell for suddenly my eyes became heavy
And blissfully I slept as joyfully I dreamt.
Categories:
orchestrating, beauty, insect, night, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
Would you cover me in hydrangeas of healing,
when cold is the heavy air I breathe,
alone without you, beside me?
O’ magnolia-chime, melodiously ricocheting~
above silent fields of Swarovski orchids,
this lunar-glazed love
remains my euphonious elixir,
and your lips, the petals I graze in euphoric motion,
when orange sherbet streaks of the evening sun~
descend upon glistening ripples of diamond dust,
your chamomile flames of aquamarine love,
keep rising in hypnotic hues of hibiscus red,
for your love is like a fire~
your song, like the scorching rivers,
ferrying lyrical lanterns adorned with clear quartz crystals.
Within your amethyst arms, I’ve found a melody,
turning my needs into alluring aurora fireworks,
as your love is like a fire,
screaming my name in tantalizing tunes,
while I yearn for you to come devour me whole,
never letting the breeze steal our saffron symphonies,
here I’m slipping away,
letting music of my heart to take control.
So allow me to gently trace your thorny edges~
I’m addicted to your enthralling enchantments,
chaining my sighs to your eyes, that shine like oceanic sapphires,
there, you sketch my skies with poetic phrases,
igniting vibrating sparks across the horizon,
for your love is like a fire,
it delights me with daffodil desires, taking me higher.
But what must I do,
when the colors of sunrise fade,
leaving me weaving ballads of bruised blues.
I ponder, would you feel the heat of this cosmic longing,
how in darkness, I need your silken serenades?
Remember, ten thousand moons from now,
I’ll still need you to thrill my will~
to fill this canvas with peacock pigments,
for your love is like a fire..
I’m lost in a sea of wilted willows,
but you’ll be the star that never dies,
forever sprinkling citrine threads of magic,
like an alchemist, orchestrating soothing sonatas,
pulling me back to the lavender light,
aware of how I’ve tried in stillness,
to harmonize the rhythm of this roseate rhapsody..
So allow me to gently trace your thorny edges~
I’m addicted to your enthralling enchantments,
chaining my sighs to your eyes,
that shine like oceanic sapphires.
Categories:
orchestrating, deep, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
In the middle of the night,
when the butterflies
dance to the moon's song,
I create constellations
with the map of my soul,
allowing astral lights
across feathery skies
to guide my chrysalis
heart back to an avenue
of cosmic reveries.
I lay in a bed of
delicate petals,
and dream-catchers
designed in emerald
swallowtails.
They remind me
of how I found my home
in the gossamer warmth
of your lunar
struck presence.
And when sirens echo,
across silent seas,
distant muse ebb and
flow symphonies of
mystical mermaids-
grieving at the
outskirts of
bioluminescent shores.
For in your absence,
I long to hear your voice,
as the crystal clear
crescent glimmers,
amidst the fragile truth,
floating above
a flurry of glass-winged
jitters, that camouflage
with hypnotic tales
lost in the air.
Tonight I’ll lock
my pollen dusted
dreams in slumberland..
where peacock pansies
interwoven with
pastel peonies,
would be tucked
beneath sweet
scented sheets..
Your love is the
perennial blanket
to all my
nocturnal fears,
as hieroglyphic runes
of life rhapsodize
a lyrical elixir for the
shifting spheres,
whilst change is cloaked
in mellifluous hues,
unraveling a choir
of nature,
orchestrating a
celestial chorus-
to illustrate
cloudless mornings.
Categories:
orchestrating, deep, devotion, i miss
Form:
Free verse
In the manicured meadow
of woeful weeds,
where hope sprouts amidst
forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds,
I dance to the hypnotic breeze,
hanging on saintly strings with
cosmic eyes, unraveling the
emerald iris of sacred skies,
orchestrating songs
of sonorous seasons,
searching for rhythmic revelations,
as spring-butterflies
flicker peacock promises,
gliding above rippling
star-jeweled visions,
like prominent parachutes,
symbolizing pearlescent presence~
of sanguine scriptures,
shimmering as ethereal radiance,
within this enlightened heart.
I refuse to let egoistic entities
enter my perennial sanctuary
blossoming with
halcyon hibiscus hymns.
For within lunar-glazed lentils
magical magnolias hibernate
in mere mindfulness~
unfolding a voiceless
poetic gallery
of chromatic colors,
bursting with incandescent flares
of iceless moonstones,
resting between merciful tremors
of unwavering faith,
counting tears that fall like
golden streaks on the
roof of charismatic creations,
eagerly adorning the horizon,
as pristine prayers ricochet,
to the impotent tunes
of immaterial repentance.
So tonight, I’ll allow
graceful galaxies to
sprinkle blissful-beams,
laced in lotus love,
perfumed with patience,
as my pen perseveres,
with persistent passion,
to sincerely seek
righteous refrains,
of divine magnetism,
letting ego perish,
when heat of worldly lies
suffocate the soft skin I wear,
yet they remain
unaware of inked henna herbs
of violet devotion~
I’ve designed in kismet zest,
through linear lines floating,
with vermilion verses,
in charming cadence,
to the alluring anthems of
an unbreakable dawn,
while silhouette
of my psyche swirls,
spellbound by the
enthralling influence of
celestial zephyr.
Categories:
orchestrating, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Abed this angelic night bound by quiescent beauty,
yearned thoughts of whence the birth
of our yester-years proclaiming
loves first scene waltzes
through thy interior
monologue. In great
measure is our
immediate
kiss miles away
on the outskirts of
different land. Persuading
life on end to amble
midst ninth cloud holding
hands. Oh how this
instant she
remained
taking form
as treasures in
favor of thy last name.
Enraptured at moment is
her warmth skin embraced
with mine...(SIGH) Fingers extend,
tracing single by single the tears about thy face...knowing that love at last
came upon its indissoluble place. Thank you God for orchestrating our lives this way.
Pace, INK-U-SCRIPT
11-04-2014
Read about Poem
Categories:
orchestrating, first love, love, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
**
T~ This is for all the great master poets of art.
H~ Having the skills, the words, and the smarts.
E~ Emotions you've captured, the thoughts you provoked.
P~ Pouring your heart out with a pen in your hand,
O~ Orchestrating your words like no one can.
E~ Elizabeth Browning, Dickinson, Shakespeare, and Poe,
T~ Twain and Frost - these great ones you know.
R~ Reflecting on their works, that have brought us to tears.
Y~ Yes, yearning for more, we felt all their fears.
M~ Masterfully crafted their words - they can fool,
A~ An artist on paper, their pen is their tool.
S~ Strategy, playing with rhythm and rhymes,
T~ Touching our hearts and enriching our minds.
E~ Experts and masters, their poems live on.
R ~Reflecting on your memory now that you're gone.
S~ So, thanks for your poetry. I leave with this thought, "How do I love
thee?" *
Acrostic ~ Rhyme
4 - 19 / revised - 4-4-22
* How Do I Love Thee? is a Sonnet
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Acrostic Poetry Contest ~ 4/19
Sponsored by: Family Friend Poems
~ 1st ~
The month of April is designated as National Poetry Month.
This poem was written in honor of well-known poets.
Categories:
orchestrating, appreciation, april, poets, tribute,
Form:
Acrostic
When the last drop of rain falls upon hushed leaves,
and thin threads of hope seep through petrichor perfume of life,
an array of sun kissed colors bursts forth secrets of the sky;
a Komorebi of dreams woven amidst frolicking shadows of moonrise.
I search for an answer to the equations within my hazy mind,
I ponder if poetic verses can paint a forest burnt from ignorance?
as I’ve long been sketching drizzling sakura foliage to find healing,
from butterfly bliss strokes of faith that never fades.
But love is the celestial maestro orchestrating
a cloudless chorus-
where mockingbirds croon to the notes of the sun and moon-
reflecting along rolling ripples of liquified lakes.
Is there a summery phrase to illustrate
the gossamer warmth of cascading rays?
Maybe canopies of emeralds need no lyrical words,
for the heart of moving light only thrums and throbs in sanguine silence.
Categories:
orchestrating, earth, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
In blackness,
I hear forked tongues
whisper wicked witchery,
hope within arthritic
ink slowly f a d e s
as darkness descends
upon snow-speckled heart,
and a murder of
crows can be heard~
cawing amidst flamingo fogs
carrying thoughtless art,
over the rolling hills
enveloped with
murky memories…
there I stretch these
breathless fingers~
gingerly reaching
for cashmere curtains,
reflecting
on jaded surfaces
adorned with lost
dreary dreams drenched
in scentless deceit.
But as liquified light of the
milky quartz moon stream,
I ponder, could I be
the one you think of
when stars shimmer
above lunar-kissed lakes~
while cauliflower clouds
drift amidst musical mists?
For I hear my name
in your plum poetry,
serenading love
in magnetic marigold metaphors…
Perhaps, there is no
right rhyme to reminisce~
when every forsaken rhythm,
and broken ballad
is spoken
through unbending
sangria silence.
Yet, tonight I gaze
beyond trembling skies,
hoping that maybe one day,
waning constellations
can see the
crystalline colors
of my tainted truth,
how the glow within
me has been f r o z e n~
left hanging in
swollen syllables of sorrow,
while I await
glorious gifts
of glistening rain to pour…
whimsical wind and
pulverizing waves can feel,
how my soul
thinks in ironic idioms
mourning misplaced musings~
with fickle verses
that phased
this eclipsed canvas
with restless phrases,
fragranced with
forgiving refrains.
I wonder is this
another
dreadful beginning,
or might this be
a blissful ending,
of a thunderstruck
tale that strikes,
from the honey-glazed abyss
of unknown gloaming…
Tomorrow, when twilight twinkles~
orchestrating
ethereal anthems,
in charismatic cadence,
find the silken silhouette of
tear-stained tulips
from my garden of grief~
there they sprout in
cerulean seclusion,
between fleeting feathered lines
of daisy dusk and
daffodil dawn.
Categories:
orchestrating, angst,
Form:
Free verse
When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores,
Listen to the cadence of silent seas,
He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes,
orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease.
For every tainted tide, transpires a tune,
If you lend your ear to the unsung sighs,
perhaps sonorous currents too would croon,
amidst ringing reasons that fall and rise.
There's a fine song for every shipwrecked heart,
entrenched in rhymes from the soul of sand dunes.
Healing comes through searing sirens as art,
rhapsodizing themes of roaring runes.
As waters whistle, hushed air ricochets,
resonating the melody of a dulcet dove,
breeze beneath ripples rewinds and replays,
in divine dialects through language of love.
Whilst chorus of crickets swiftly unfold,
allow nature to compose musings of the ocean.
Words can only whisper deep scars untold,
in poetic crescendo, that translates intense emotions.
Categories:
orchestrating, deep, emotions, feelings, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
If my mind were a war torn map and anxiety an invading force
A thorough search of my cerebrum would avail no remorse
Is there a hoard of grotesque assailants standing at the border
Or do I suffer from tensions dispensed by some mental disorder
None the less I attack first with nothing but the element of surprise
No weapon, no armor, no countrymen, just a crumbling enterprise
I swing my sword in the direction of the pale ghost filling the night
Cutting to ribbons the notion that I released a lost dog in the fight
Misfortune is mine as the battle rages in the back of my optical lobe
Fixated on the fact that there is a fixed fight at the end of the road
Without negligence I execute the figure who seems to be orchestrating
The darkened world in which I have been unsuccessful in navigating
With a cough of blood his mouth released a final exasperating word
A man cannot win when he cannot escape falling on his own sword
It took years of tears, torture, trials and tribulations for me to see
Thine own enemy I could not circumvent was me and my “anxiety”
Categories:
orchestrating, betrayal, confusion, fate, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
April's Pink Moon lures the rain king,
from a storm to a gentle squall;
She is the reason robins sing.
Orchestrating the birth of spring
life's obedient to Her call;
She is the reason robins sing.
Reflecting the light sunbeams bring
She morphs into a bright pink ball;
orchestrating the birth of spring.
She glows, within, a golden ring,
and beams Her gentle light to all;
She is the reason robins sing.
She comes when icicles still cling
and snow covers the death of fall,
orchestrating the birth of spring.
In a midnight sky, She's everything
wearing misty drops like a shawl.
April's Pink Moon lures the rain king
She is the reason; robins sing.
(Villanelle)
9/25/2017
Categories:
orchestrating, april, beautiful, feelings, imagery,
Form:
Villanelle
Death's malodor dances
with winds of lament
heart wonders, mind ponders
watching sunset lose her grace,
time has become an adversary,
pulsating in our misfortune,
orchestrating a tragedy of love
heart wonders, mind ponders
in the hope of tomorrow,
silence cries for my untouched lover.
How unjust life would be
if my last sigh was not in her presence
heart wonders, mind ponders
pangs of passion plead,
to gaze into her eyes,
to lose myself in her scent,
to kiss the gloss of her lips,
to merge like ink and paper.
Devoted in an euphoric embrace,
illuminating like a perpetual rainbow
but
Romeo's curse contaminates our destiny -
her heart weeps, searching for a cure.
Simple Musing
Silent One
28 March 2020
Categories:
orchestrating, angst, death, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
A frozen chunk..
his numb heart thumping against
the malady of raging menace
ears pressed on a twisted loop
his wailing scars defy imprudence.
Gasping as his skin festers
with decaying yellow leaves
awaiting his impending doom
on snow covered in blood red weapons
his drooping eyes imagine his existence
bidding farewell to the soldier
echoing memories of his beloved
rustling leaves wipe in Autumn's whirlwind
smiling faces beginning to dissolve...
Oh but what about angels?
Wouldn't they caress his last wishes..
How he listens to wretched silence
in desolate sounds of trampled twigs..
Envisioning fallacies of resurrection
warm his frozen courage
he succumbs to an eternal slumber..
~~~~~
Swaying in a hammock of ecstasy
he wakes up at twilight
away from the frozen battlefield.
The sultry aroma of electric waves
twirling to seduce him in azure blaze,
his beloved's fingers entwined
to trace sandcastles on his palms,
an albatross afar orchestrating
vibrating shades of dusk in rhythms,
dancing flames of haloed stars
on a galactic opera in breeze..
His carousel of Cashmere threads is a dream
that pulls him away from dark shadows.
He walks freely on a tranquil plane
immersed in oceans of his symphony,
his love gazes in awe of his courage..
Let his soul rest on his soft dreams
wavering like stars from heavenly willow,
slipping in pirouettes to streams of oblivion
he breathes in the silence of his anodyne...
Categories:
orchestrating, analogy, courage, dream, hope,
Form:
Free verse
I like it when she talks
I like the way her hands fly through the air, animating, orchestrating a ballad of colourful characters, each word coupled with a swoop or sway or swing or charade.
I like the way her face vivifies as she speaks;
I like the way her eyes ignite, wild flares of delight, a world brimming with bliss behind each hazel iris.
I could gaze into the welcoming warmth of her eyes for an eternity - I would if I could.
I love her voice, but as I listen it soon fades into a sweet symphony of soft nothings, and before long I'm lost, lost in the dreamy embrace of her face and her eyes, and space and time is frozen in place, sublime,
and I like it.
She pauses, and I'm found again.
"Why do you look at me like that?"
Then her dimples appear, summoning a chorus of giggles, and my skin wriggles and tickles with pins and needles. My stomach knots, brimming with butterflies, and as they flutter and fly my mind whirs in stuttered surprise, my heart pounding, my lips dry.
Because her laugh makes my mind fuzz, and her touch makes my skin buzz, and when her cheeks blush I get goosebumps, and if I speak there's a chance I'll mess this up.
So I say nothing.
I answer with a smile, and she replies with her own, and continues her tall tales and anecdotes.
Her hands resume their dance, and I'm lost in my trance of euphoric romance,
Her eyes revitalize, back alive, enlightened, a gateway to hazy horizons and shining diamonds.
And she talks.
And I listen.
And I like it.
Categories:
orchestrating, beautiful, beauty, cute love,
Form: