Best Pebbled Poems
"I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which." James A. Owen
In a white man's world,
I've become an enigma,
feeling like I don't belong,
trying to break the stigma.
In these mental maladapted creations,
against misplaced monachopsis damnations,
they stare at the colour of your skin,
like it's some dirty unwashable sin.
Be like Nelson Mandela,
you have the strength to fight,
once labelled a terrorist,
he said: 'always shine your light.'
Bob Marley sang loudly about the
Buffalo Soldier held by a chain,
a reflection of courage,
questioning whether to evolve or remain.
Like the lyrics of Libbe Siffre,
the higher you build your barriers,
the taller I become, this is who I am,
walking among the warriors.
I may have a quiet mind,
but you will never silence my tongue,
there is a snarl in my gentle eyes,
I keep proving bigots wrong.
Keep expressing my flawless scars
through the power of my ink,
softly swaying from page to page,
verses that make the ignorant think.
Brothers and sisters, just pause for a while,
we are not colonized minds,
despite their imperialistic prejudice,
we have to be kind to all kinds.
Trust the process of poetic words
and rediscover love for self belief,
even when they try to burn your pages,
rewrite to release your grief.
In times of oppression,
flow like waves onto pebbled shores,
When are you the happiest?
Tell them when they end their wars!
If weak winds rekindle flashbacks,
when you meet the eye of the storm,
against all forms of adversity,
stand strong in a proudly beautiful form,
so, don't shush me with antagonistic tones,
because my peace comes from within me,
as my pen was born to speak the
truth through powerful poetry.
Categories:
pebbled, abuse, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
The scarlet of the sky recedes from sight,
and whisperings of wildness are heard.
As shadows rush to fill the summer’s night,
they’re ushered in by call of mocking bird.
On pebbled shoreline of a shallow pond
appears a fawn once hid behind a tree.
The forest creatures murmur from beyond
damp spots where frogs now croak incessantly.
I hear soft sound of splashing and I rise
to see a duckling paddling along.
I watch him disappear, then close my eyes. . .
this time, to hear a night bird’s soothing song.
And though the ground is hard, I know that I
will dream in bliss to Woodland’s Lullaby.
For 'A STRAND (1062)' Contest
Categories:
pebbled, Lullaby, night,
Form:
Sonnet
The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
on a deserted pebbled beach
a smile that got us talking
together slowly walking
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
on a deserted pebbled beach
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.
The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
I stroll alone by water's edge
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
a smile just out of reach
your presence unseen
where the surf briefly meets
the shore, only to recede
two souls forever out of reach
on a deserted pebbled beach
where a promise was made
and would break along the waves
was love not meant to grow?
we will never know....
A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler
Categories:
pebbled, absence, beach, longing, lost
Form:
Verse
As the last opalescent glow of sunset
fades away
I sail this ship alone
towards a crimson horizon
over a starlit sea
to the soft lapping of waves
which lullaby my destiny
I sail this ship alone
far from the coral sand
far from the pebbled beach
far from my sun-kissed land
Tonight there is no moon
but there's a sparkle in the sky
a starry night so still
filled with beacons of bright light
Tomorrow births a new dawn
a song within a dream
meadows of yellow buttercups
and fields of evergreen
Tomorrow I'll be greeted
by a pink-winged butterfly
a host of daffodils, and golden dandelions
a rose within a smile
Tomorrow I stroll along a new shore
feel fresh salt spray on my cheek
dance bare-foot in the wind
as Spring whispers on the breeze.
Categories:
pebbled, journey, ocean, daffodils, ,
Form:
Free verse
Edited to include "creatures of the night"
They wait for shadows
to rush and fill their forest home.
Then ushered in by the hoot of the owl
or the whip-poor-will’s call,
they appear as silently as the black of night itself.
A fawn in hiding ambles over to a pebbled pool.
Its family follows.
Fireflies flicker about like tiny lanterns
and the incessant murmur of insects
fills the air.
Somewhere – cloaked in darkness – a frog croaks.
Soft splashes in the pool
reveal ducklings paddling along.
Creatures of the night -
badgers, raccoons, and other tiny furry creatures -
scurry through bushes
foraging for prey smaller than themselves.
Ears prick at the sound
of a lone wolf’s howl.
June 12, 2022
Categories:
pebbled, animal,
Form:
Free verse
Like melodies from night leaves sent over
Above the pebbled rivers, her hooves float
Across glens with misty drops of clover
Embroidered in a dwindling dark, she coats
The sleeping land with birdcall's silver notes
A flash, perhaps, between a pine and fir
A starlit ghost, gone as the sunlight stirs
A fabled murmur, unseen and undrawn
Glimpsed as stillness where moons and mornings blur
The gray mare who carries the dappled dawn
2/04/22
D Forms - Dizain contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
First Place
Poem of the Day, 2/06/22
Categories:
pebbled, horse, morning, night,
Form:
Dizain
Thoughts of Two Dimensions
Yesterday, I loved your courtyards
bathed in moonlight's shadows and smiles,
smitten by wavering stars,
lanterns of my youth,
that are reflected as coins,
in the quiet waters of your fountains.
Those are my reminiscences
arabesque creatures of an old chest,
sanctified by the lavender,
and left on the bottom of my wardrobe.
Today, I love your crowded streets,
pebbled alleyways that breathe
with aromas of kitchens,
shouts of children quarreling,
and nagging of older women
behind those awnings and windows of life well known.
Tomorrow, I will love your hot paved squares
that open to the harbors and promising high seas
while cypresses will send regards to far away winds,
and seagulls will sing nostalgia cries
of wandering merchants and sailors.
Categories:
pebbled, sea, seasonslove,
Form:
Free verse
The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
on a deserted pebbled beach
a smile that got us talking
together slowly walking
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
on a deserted pebbled beach
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.
The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
I stroll alone by water's edge
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
a smile just out of reach
your presence unseen
where the surf briefly meets
the shore, only to recede
two souls forever out of reach
on a deserted pebbled beach
where a promise was made
and would break along the waves
was love not meant to grow?
we will never know....
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A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler
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Categories:
pebbled, sad love,
Form:
Verse
Every now and then ,everyone is an island
and every now and then, I am an island too
Till,I see the first pink iris blooming in my garden
and one little bluebird singing on my porch
Till,I feel the sun-kissed dew melting on my skin
I watch the floating clouds pass by like puffy candyfloss
I hear my neighbour's laughter,as She walks her dog
I smell fresh air's spiced cinnamon and listen to a song.
I feel serene,just being in the moment
Watching seagulls soaring high
Whilst the most beautiful rainbow
arches the celestiene sky
Peace fulfill my heart
knowing how loved I'm to be here
God blissed my life with rich treasures
and He kissed away my tear
So happy I am today
for each dawn and every sunset
for each star,and crescent moon
every meadow and each valley
the high mountain and the dune
For each child yet to be born
For the cosy little cottage
which protects us from the storm.
So joyful I am ,for this stillness within me
as down the verdant hill I stroll
Spume's spray waft upon my feet
as I reach a pebbled shore
Against winds I ride in silence
Feel the breeze upon my face
I watch multi- coloured hues
of leaves burning in flame's blaze
So tranquil my cobalt night now
I'm in solitude but not alone
Watching fire-flies'little lanternes
glow upon my home sweet home.
Categories:
pebbled, beautiful,
Form:
Light Verse
A breeze that once lay cool in morn,
is face of death as dark was born.
On pebbled beach and under guise,
from sea to shore destroyed broad wise.
Great sullen wind awoke this night
and made old oak tree tremble fright.
Though might in years, he stood and shook
for death wind sought and life it took.
In churches huddled in the mass
we prayed the Lord would let it pass
and so He did and had it done
so weathered storms would see the sun.
Categories:
pebbled, natural disasters, naturedeath, death,
Form:
Couplet
They could work no more,landing
on the pebbled shore,
a meal of grilled fish,ready there,
broken bread to share-
eaten at his feet
breakfast....so
Sweet !
Full story of this vignette @ John 21: 1-14
Categories:
pebbled, food, people, places,
Form:
Epulaeryu
Lone He's playing the bassoon
Pulling down the argent blinds
He shuts out the sight of moon.
Half bare, half cloaked
in an ebon velvet coat
Her limbs dances to his tune
He rejects her Winter-light
through the marble- mosaiced room
Lone He's playing the bassoon
Pulling down the argent blinds
He shuts out the sight of moon
He sleeps longer with the night
In his dream dust rides each tide
Casting shadows upon the edge
of an early compromise
Lone He's playing the bassoon
Pulling down the argent bllinds
He shuts out the sight of moon
Fog have made him become blind
Frost kept him forever cold
He couldn't feel , He couldn't see
All those beams of molten-gold
Glistened on the pebbled shore
which lead always to his door.
He shuts out the sight of moon
Pulling down the argent blinds
Lone He's playing the bassoon
Playing with the vacant night
with the wind,the rain, and tide
He stopped playing the bassoon
just to watch the crescent moon.
Categories:
pebbled, moon, music,
Form:
Lyric
h e s i t a t e before leaving, my beloved...
tarry with me to the pebbled reverie-
wait for me under the moonlit autumn night,
and I shall love you once again-
I shall find repose when we reach love's height,
for our romance shall never end
pause before p a r t i n g, my sweet...
share with me all the love you see-
bring me a delicate CRIMSON blade-
reminding me of our autumn m e m o r i e s made
vows sworn under a tangerine sunset's view...
FOR I CANNOT UNLOVE YOU
Contest: 1 -12 lines ONLY
A Poem That Did NOT Receive A Ribbon Placement 1-3
Rick Parise
Written: April 29, 2019
Judged 5-4-19
Original contest: Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
NA
Categories:
pebbled, autumn, love, nature, sunset,
Form:
Rhyme
Insufficient, I was.
Her eye's lament.
Avoided as if struck,
Match on last draft,
Liquid flare,
Dripping color,
I Aphrodite friend,
Gave standard statements,
To mortal tears,
Pebbled by stoic quite.
Unfit, this Frankeinstine,
On Iceberg adrift,
black water in motion,
A commute sail,
Cornrow sea,
peppered sweet,
with sunshine daughters.
Then comes Achillies,
(I rumbled low next),
Wanting to force,
His eyes to her face,
"This is wander because"
Then to all brothers.
Quite protective, for
MY "shelly" sisters,
Granted taken,
Poetry there wake,
My always companions.
Categories:
pebbled, friendship
Form:
Free verse
Upon this pebbled path I tread
wistless in wonder
in heat and thunder
on such a simple journey
just me (a man) and my moon
my faith's been tested
my thoughts arrested
breathing in both good and bad
never really happy nor sad
I'm blissfully blighted
rarely enriched or super excited
floating aimless but not really free
that's just the way, you see
the bends have become a bit bigger
the narrows getting much too small
the thick is shaking (his head)
the thin unmistaking
and unforgiving
my hand once offered to steady
(for a fortnight or two)
ready it may or not (for you)
to travel together for a few
parallel roads paved in precision
not giving in to any one decision
driven off into greatness
a gallant gallop greeting history
an entangled tandem of intersection
oh what's it going to be love
what's it going to be
Categories:
pebbled, love, self,
Form:
Free verse