Best Photography Poems
sporting a colorful chemise
a camera and a valise
temptations so easily tease
roaming as free as honeybees
tourists hear beckonings as pleas
and capture beauty with much ease
tiny things no bigger than peas
or vast expanse of deep blue seas
weeping willows in the breeze
ornate houses of bourgeoisies
candles lit to divinities
friendly playful bitty chickadees
lovable girl about to sneeze
a soldier's return from overseas
referees calling penalties
lovers creating memories
strange amazing intricacies
silly whimsical fantasies
many types of absurdities
two elephants on a trapeze
seven vine swinging chimpanzees
bears savoring delicacies
oddities among novelties
unavoidable catastrophes
moments of awe you want to freeze
as many of these as you please
photos are lovely memories
many worthy of galleries
each artist a fan of what he sees
Published in PoetrySoup's first anthology "PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world" Paperback 2020
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
February 27, 2018 for FAVORITE RHYMING POEM EVER CONTEST sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 2ND
January 1, 2018 for BEST RHYMING POEM OCT-DEC CONTEST sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
November 30, 2017 for MERAKI CONTEST sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
The lace of a Lily
and grace of a bee
the face of a flower
and sun on the sea
Silhouette shadows
cloud painted skies
rivers of peace
a bird as she flies
colorful lichen
the succulents glow
still water mirrors
and Autumn’s first show
All of them captured
as moments in time
life’s truest treasure
these moments of mine
Photography is a visual expression,
I love capturing images frozen in time;
Sometimes, I snap close-up details of the flowers,
I stroll city streets searching for the sweet sublime.
I love capturing images frozen in time,
photography is an adventure and journey;
Love going on hikes in the city and nature,
I am often stalking wildlife on paths ferny.
Sometimes, I snap close-up details of the flowers,
I am developing my own personal style;
emptying my wallet for photographic gear,
and find photographing architecture worthwhile.
I stroll city streets searching for the sweet sublime,
finding inspiration in statues and old tombs;
not in a morbid way but as an expression,
I feel so creative when my camera zooms.
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February 13, 2019
Poetry/Quatrain/Photography: A Journey Creative
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1114-485-13
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
The world at her fingertips
She decides what to immortalize
The angle the depth the scope the filter
She captures the soul of what’s before her
To put on display as she wishes
In more or less subtle terms
Her own inner beauty’s
What truly shines through
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Camera
Digital, Artistic
Snapping, Capturing, Creating
Moment to be forever remembered
Printing, Hanging, Admiring
Pretty, Delicate
Photograph
A haiku it is,
of photography with sweet,
poetry in sync.
It was midday, just before the end of spring and sunlight had conquered everything. Despite the heat, the leafy pergola above his mother's yard enclosed them in her natural cool shade. The sea was but some kilometres away, but the very idea of its presence invested the warm breeze with a soft aura. Some essence of the first flowery fragrances still lingered in the air and flowed downwards to meet the smell of fresh grass and the intense aroma of lemon and orange blossoms in the lower garden. The white bunches of the acacia blossoms sent their penetrating perfume up to their nostrils and exploded halfway upon encountering that irresistible redolence of the lilac on the hedge. How could one find the strength to get up from the chair when held captive by spring-tide?
So they lingered in their embrace, nested in the cobble-yard, facing the tall wide-ledge windows, as if caught in the midst of a fairy circle made up of smells, colours and the feeling of each-other's tender presence.
He kissed her cheeks and he felt them like soft velvet peaches, he smelled her hair and thought he had plunged into a field decked with chamomile.
Funny. The feeling came back as vivid as ever, every time he touched the faded little picture in the family album. So black and white. Unlike the memory of his daughter in it.
Archontoula Alexandropoulou
March 9, 2015
silent cameras
tell community stories…
trained observers
The photo of a rose is black and white
The sharp thorns are visible to the sight
It lays motionless in dim light
Yet the crown bright blood red against pale background to the eye is delight
The photo is still but crown’s soul like raging fire will move
Bursting with life in every groove
The hidden dimension of motion to which ours being still will prove
The divine hand is only thing that this motion can approve
Beyond it continuum confinement is created by the base
If done by fifth element yield is master of universe
If used as an essence a psycho pump with God you can converse
As its version of ever-growing druidic star through nonlinear increase will transverse
Remembering simpler times through photography
When most entertainment was unelectrified,
Before the golden age of complex technology
Little was known of intricate human psychology.
When most entertainment was unelectrified,
Families quickly congregated when someone died
Little was known of intricate human psychology,
Behaving ourselves was considered dignified.
Families quickly congregated when someone died
Much time was spent exploring family genealogy,
Behaving ourselves was considered dignified
Afront of the slightest sort demanded an apology.
Much time was spent exploring family genealogy
Only the most affluent could travel across the pond,
Afront of the slightest sort demanded an apology
Now we travel around the world and even beyond.
Only the most affluent could travel across the pond
Before the golden age of complex technology,
Now we travel around the world and even beyond
Remembering simpler times through photography.
Written January 28, 2022
In new perspective I see you
Now no color spoils the view
Shadows bow to black and gray
Deeply contrast light of day
I prefer you
White and black
A pure light source
Floods your back
White streams radiate your sharp boned face
With illuminating fragile grace
V. Anderson-Throop, 2015
March 4
Camera hangs around his neck.
He trusts his map to visit sites.
Intends doing full tourist thing.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I have a lens
Framing segments
Of a world
That moves me
Creating an artificial pause
As if to make it stop
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
There's a sunlight beyond the dark clouds;
There's a good harvest beyond hard work;
And there's a good sense beyond photography.
No matter what problems you may have;
Whatever frustrations you may feel.
Behind those problems, a sunlight of solutions
Would brightly guide your way.
Then, there you go… and take a selfie!
No matter how hard you’ve tried,
Whatever crops you’ve planted in the farm,
After all of sweaty burdens for months or years,
Bountiful harvests, you may have gained
In the mountain of Gold.
Then, there you go… and take a selfie!
No matter how hard you may take series of shots
Whatever views you may have tried,
Such worm’s eye, eye level and bird’s eye views,
The great shots could always show good sense
So, wherever you go... don’t miss a selfie!
Two millenia past, and more.' A night gathering of the
Sanhedrin, which is i beleive of un-law? So not by day under
Gods sun, as Gid advised Moses, justice should be seen to
Be done, Yeshua knew that wrong would be done He also
Knew His accusers ' everyone' tortured and crucified unto
Death, just after forgiving His tormentors, he gave His last
Breath' He was taken down 'His body intact' no bones
Were broken. and such is the fact.' They took His body to
Josephs tomb, wrapped Him and left, they were full of
Gloom.' Yet Jesus In spirit went to hell, in the lowest depths
Did He show and tell ' many beleived and hastened to His side ' He ascended with them to our Father, the Word holds
No lies.' And then great power filled that room all of a sudden a light Intense, etched His form into those sheets.'
There is blood that has been traced and Its living still.' So We hear now my people a great light shone, enough power To shake the earth through the bedrock shows, and so now on to this one' His photo was taken, how typical said the athiest yet His Father
Could have had no camera..' As they were not invented
I hope my point is well taken.?