Best Parasol Poems
Pretty girl in pink dress, was fair with curly hair,
Her red parasol was open, though sun wasn't there.
Sitting on rocks, she gazed at sea and silently cried,
I asked her what made her cry, she never replied.
Sea was roaring, violent waters touched the shore,
Step by step she came to me, with her tears so pure.
In her quietness, some sorrow she tried to hide,
Then I came to know, her little goldfish had died.
Deeply she loved her pet, tears didn't stop to roll,
While the strong winds blew away her red parasol.
She ran, got the grip and I could hear her laugh,
As the callous winds had torn the parasol to half.
She left the shore and waved me with empty hand,
I watched the tides erasing her foot prints on sand.
June 30, 2016.
The Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
CONTEST NO 204 any form-theme max of 16 lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
parasol, girl, sea, wind,
Form:
Couplet
It was "The Cape" in early June
Along with her sister Vie
They had strolled down past the dunes
Under a cloudless sky
She could taste the ocean salt
On a swirling southern breeze
In new dresses mother bought
Instead of their dungarees
On a rock, the eldest in blue
Matching ribbon in her hair
Going on 'bout a boy she knew
The youngest pretending to care
But sailing on a green grass ocean
Drifting in a pirate's dream
A young girl with a swashbuckling notion
Stealing gold from a Spanish queen
Looting up and down the coast
Black patch over one eye
Sailing with Blackbeard's ghost
Skull and crossbones flying high
Then suddenly, back in a blink
Captured by mother's call
A girl pirate dressed in pink
Her saber, a red parasol
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Categories:
parasol, adventure, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
Mama tells me I must shield my skin from the scorching sun
This doesn’t stop me and my friend Amy from having some fun
Amy went out exploring and picked wild roses from the bowers
I can still smell the sweet scent of these now wilting pink flowers
We can paddle in the blue sea when we hitch up our long clothes
Then go walking on the golden sand; I can feel it tickling my toes
We rest in the sand dunes and Amy perches on an enormous rock
I sit on the soft ground and am careful not to ruin my pretty frock
On my lips I taste the salty sea air on the warm summer breeze
How I cherish my free time on such sunny days as these
Contest –The Red Parasol Sponsored by Eve Roper
06~11~16
Categories:
parasol, beach, best friend, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Standing with admiration in front of, "The Red Parasol" by: Alfred Glendening.
My thought blends and melts into the colour of every brush stroke on the canvas.
Into a daydream haze, I vanish moving slowly onto the sand.
Warm grains of sand seeping between my tan toes.
Sunlight holds my face up with its golden streams;
I take a deep breath of the cool refreshing breeze,
Embracing me with its tendrils of briny sea scent
Weaving through my hair lulling me to calmness.
I approach the two girls, deep in conversation.
One in blue sitting on a rock holding a bouquet of wildflowers,
The other girl in pink sitting by her red parasol.
I seem to be invisible;
I listen to their conversation of secret love.
After a few minutes I stroll out,
Sit on the beach and take in the view with hunger,
Taste the sea's harmony and grace.
A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my trance.
"Venice, are you ready to advance to the next canvas?"
5/6/2016
The Red Parasol, 1895 by Alfred, Jr. Glendenin...
Categories:
parasol, art, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
One summer morning on the beach
she spies her friend, and runs to greet
this lovely child, in solitaire,
with a parasol and silken hair.
A cherub look upon one's face,
while the other smiles, still filled of grace
But both are feeling young at heart
and can't resist the sand and surf
Too soon the whimsy of the day
has led them closer to the bay
The warm sand and the sea agree
to join the ocean's windswept breeze
to make their visit more replete
with gifts of summer's sweet retreat
Perfection offers them a chance
to laugh and plot, and take a glance
If no one's looking, they can shed
their shoes and stockings, free their feet
then tiptoe in and shriek in glee!
They feel each ripple undertone
which tickles toes, and chills their bones
and licks the hems of petticoats
In pastel shades of vast array
they seem two flowers, wild bouquets
that dance among the white-washed hue
of tide pools blue, and morning's dew
Two flowers sprouting here and there
cavorting along the sandy shore
Until again, it's time to go
And though, restrained, as secrets go
they must again be proper girls
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6/20/16
Contest: The Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
parasol, art, beach, girl,
Form:
Free verse
Summer blazed high as the sun reached its peak.
Her rosy red cheeks were truly unique.
I fell in step as we reached the beach
She changed in a bikini, I was bereft of speech.
I suggested a powerful sun lotion to screen the rays.
She could be sore for days and days.
How enchanting to see her frolic among the waves!
Or swim powerfully towards the dark caves.
We kissed ardently, no one could see.
How elated I felt and how free.
Back at the beach we dressed and walked in the shade
Under the parasol for all to see, our promises were made.
Categories:
parasol, appreciation, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Atop a rock, there sits a girl. A hat
adorns her head as she enjoys a chat
with her young friend beside the pretty bay
on this serene red parasol beach day.
I breathe the salty air in through my nose
and feel the warmth of sand between my toes.
I listen to the squawks of gulls at play
on this serene red parasol beach day.
I walk along the shore and reminisce
about lost love when I see sweethearts kiss
down by the water’s edge not far away
on this serene red parasol beach day.
My parasol is blue, but it will do
when finally I find the perfect view.
A towel I lay right here where I will stay
on this serene red parasol beach day
Written June 25, 2016
for Eve Roper's "The Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening" Poetry Contest
Enter Contest
Categories:
parasol, beach,
Form:
Kyrielle
Parasol Dreams
She had found it
at the stony end
of the beach,
a Red Parasol.
Its vivid color
drew her eyes,
its presence fired
her imagination.
She picked it up
giggling and twirled
the flaming red top
above her head.
Evening sun drew
a picture of a tall,
elegant, lady strolling
along the shoreline,
gentle salt breezes
rippling her golden hair,
silent footsteps floated
upon foamy surf.
She spoke quietly
as she walked
speaking of dreams,
of love, of longings.
As the sun set
she looked back
her lonely footprints
succumbing to the tide,
her shadow companion
fading in the darkness.
She left the Red Parasol
at the rocky end of the beach
hoping they would meet again
of an evening.
6/8/2016
submitted to – The Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Eve Roper
Categories:
parasol, imagination, romance,
Form:
Free verse
I remember the painting, with a heavy heart....I
remember my best friend Valerie, how we sat and talked.
which was beating the most my heart or the sun
as in the shade of my red parasol
memories of my lost love drench my thoughts.
How we looked up at the golden cliffs
when we walked the seashore.
the sea in all its glory like a millpond,
just rolling rippling waves as it hit the shore,
how I sat there with my dear friend from schooldays
remembering those times long ago,...those
sunny days are etched into my soul.
we sat on the cliff top with my red parasol
shading my head and my heart,
consoling myself with thoughts, remembering
the seaweed smell of the sea we had both loved,
life would be so wonderful I related to my friend
if only.......!!!
Penned 22/6/2016
Contest. The Red Parasol
Categories:
parasol, remember,
Form:
Verse
These short minutes of my girlhood
have lingered for years
from the day I took the shortcut
through thickets and crickets
imagining you
standing on shore
before the turning white waves
twirling your red parasol
smiling, almost flying in wind
as you saw me emerge.
Reality slapped me down hard
crashing the shore
as you sat a snail’s breath away
clearly engaged in girl talk
expressive and hushed
with a young lady
dressed in blue
leaning on a large rock;
I could not see her face,
but you saw me
and looked away.
I’ve become the fretting sun,
your red parasol,
the shade.
The Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening - Poetry Contest
July 3, 2016
Categories:
parasol, beach, best friend, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
Each day I sit upon the same wind swept boulder
watching the sun as it sinks into the Western sky.
My sister, on the larger because she's a little older.
We listen to sea gulls, so we don't hear Mother cry.
Father left years ago to make a living from the sea
And here we are each afternoon, in the rain or sun.
But Father's canvas sails on the horizon we never see.
Watching waves crash on the shore is no longer fun.
Our mother insists we wear our fanciest dresses and hats
But my chapeau never seems to want to stay on my head.
My sister, prim and proper, and I have many heated spats,
But I stubbornly tell her, "I'd rather use my parasol of red."
An hour passes, maybe two or more as we wait on the shore.
When a ship looms near, Mother hopefully waves her hand
But when it sails beyond her vision, I can stand it no more.
I walk to her, angrily kicking at smelly sea shells and sand.
She reaches out to gently squeeze my tiny finger tips.
It's a sad ritual we perform, a quiet moment we share.
Mother looks down at me with a sad smile on her lips.
I give her my red parasol to hide her tears of despair.
6/17/16
Categories:
parasol, beach, mother daughter, ,
Form:
Rhyme
The Red Parasol Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Wandering along the soft shores of Vermont,
I carry my red parasol as Bluebell shares fond
memories with me of good times with her lover.
I listened with intent, but my mind escapes into
vivid visions of my journey along these exact
shores. I remember the tender blue hues of the
sky that day. It was a day exactly like today. I
turned to Bluebell and spoke with grace about
my beloved husband, God rest his soul. He
was my red parasol during life’s showers and
my love for him is embraced every time I come
here. He always knew when I needed the cool
waterfront. As we were strolling, I smelled the
drift of the waters and took a deep breath. I then
inhaled the moisture as we roamed over the
rocky ground. The air filled my lungs like my
lover’s touch. The mist smelled like comfort and
the ocean screamed of contentment. I knew today
would be a better day. I saw a murky shadow in
the midst of the breeze. I noticed a young lady
standing closer to the shore. She seemed sad
and lonely. We walked over to her and instantly
I felt her despair. For she had just lost her beloved
husband also. We welcomed her and she spoke
of the tides that had been crushing her life lately.
I asked her to keep walking with us along the border
of the seaside. I told her to take a deep breath
and embrace the coastline of this life. Yes, our true
loves had been lost in flesh, but not in spirit. The
waves lapped and the somber day came to an end.
We walked together towards the grass. I felt simply
refreshed from the day’s gift of the sound of waves
gently crashing. I needed the sand in my toes and
the fresh fragrance of the sprinkling haze to console
me. The seaside reminded me of all the goodness
in my life. It was pure and virtuous and so was I.
For I shall never forget the way my lover protected
me with his red paper parasol. The daily drizzles
never had a chance with him by my side. Oh, how
he moved me, as did the calmness of the beach.
Date Written: June 13, 2016
Categories:
parasol, beach, beauty, friendship, loss,
Form:
Prose
Oh shaded beauty on the beach
who brings such classic elegance
your lovely smile puts yonder lighthouse in the shade
such exquisite beauty sat beside the sea
so picture perfect , so resplendent in pink
Oh shaded beauty on the beach
such delightful poise and so pleasing to the eye
such natural beauty so bewitched am I !
your lovely smile puts yonder lighthouse in the shade
like the fabled mermaid siren she draws me
no parasol can possibly shade such a vision as she
Oh shaded beauty on the beach
this blooming English rose besides the sea
a creature of the purest beauty
your lovely smile puts yonder lighthouse in the shade
the lady with the parasol sat by the sea
now if only you would see how much I wish you would marry me
Oh shaded beauty on the beach
your lovely smile puts yonder lighthouse in the shade
form villanelle as described on poetry soup
Definition
A 19-line poem consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes. The first and third lines of the first tercet repeat alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain.
comp entry 14062016
Categories:
parasol, fun,
Form:
Villanelle
It’s nine forty one a.m. I’m on the computer
The sunlight covers the city this morning
While playing solitaire I paused and looked out the window
And there she was taking her morning walk
She did not see me but I smiled knowing how secure
And tranquil she appeared
It’s already seventy nine degrees here in the valley
So she has a parasol to keep her cool and she’s
Strolling with a slow gate so she’s even cooler
Then she knows
Categories:
parasol, cool, morning, sun,
Form:
Didactic
On sandy beach enjoyed have I september light.
When all at once a parasol and under it,
A joyous girl, reflected back my heart's delight.
Such cheerful tones they did on everyone emit,
That out of blue a smile would make a visit to,
Ones cheeks and heart. All joy of world they did transmit.
»A-hop-a-dop«: she's sang around : »a-tree-lee-loo«,
While parasol was dancing like frog on top,
Now up and down then jump restarts whole dance anew.
I found my lips were whistling and they couldn't stop,
Red heart of mine was drumming rhythms of exult,
While legs asked: » Please could we go there on beach and hop?«
»Thank you little lassie for wonderful result!«
I yelled to little girl inside my open heart,
Sincerely as one can when he is an adult.
But when I looked to thank to girl for wondrous art,
She was not there. All I could see was Lady blue,
Was I so gay as not to tell those two apart?
Categories:
parasol, joy,
Form:
Terza Rima