Best Pinkish Poems
Oh, Nature’s spree, your artistic scene exceeds!
Quaint the plash of paints upon the frilly bloom
hued with sunrise splash in skies as night recedes,
lush your brush, alive with rays and pinkish plume.
Artsy petals feed her fashionista needs
draped in shades of goddess dawn, not moony gloom.
O, jealous moon, remember jasmine’s ardor.
Flaunt, rose of Sharon, posed beyond the arbor.
Susan Ashley
September 26, 2022
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Ottava Rima Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
*rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c
*syllables verified: PoetrySoup; 11 syllables per line
*rhymes verified: rhymezone.com
*plash: noun; a gentle splash, verb; to splash gently
*Photo: WilsonBrosGardens.com
They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day
or two before starting to spoil.
I had to be quick and when
the time came,
I hurried home
from school to clamber up
the tree and seize
the fruit. Each was a warm,
engorged globe of flesh
with just a hint of give
when a finger was pressed
into skin.
No command,
not even from God,
could have held back a bite.
Mouthfuls of sweet peach
sent every pleasure bud
on the tongue into a spasm
and spilt the overload
oozing out of the corners
of stretched lips.
Great gulps
were hurried down the throat
to make room for another bite.
No savoring restraint held
me back, this was volume.
All afternoon
my face and hands
dripped a sticky syrup,
coating my shirt.
Finally I would have my fill
and sit bloated beneath
the tree surrounded
by peachstones some still
encased in leftovers
of pinkish flesh. Sorry evidence
to convict. Afterwards,
a terrible remorse always
took hold. Next day
I thought my stomach ache
was punishment from above.
Every year of my childhood,
in the heat of late summer,
I repeated the same sin,
suffered the same consequence,
hoped for forgiveness
from a wrathful God.
~My Tricycle~
Christmas eve,
I could not help but peek.
There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...
A ride, I wanted to feel inside.
A surprise, I ruined for my eyes.
The joy I felt, a naughty kid like me could not hide.
Running back into my room, jumping with glee.
Waiting and waiting...............................................
Christmas day, comes to life.
I'm all excited.. With the biggest grin...
Mommy walks me to my bike.
My grin slowly fades away.
A red tricycle, I start to cry.
I did not understand, why my older sister got the pretty bike.
My Christmas, ruined by a ruby red tricycle.
Mommies, hug did not comfort me.
I cried all night, and asked my daddy'
"How can this be?"
"It's not fair!"
"it's not fair!"
Daddy, had only one response..
"Sweetie, soon you will see."
New Years Eve**
I sit near the windowpane.
Staring at my sister ride her blue pinkish bike.
Even the streamers were laughing at me.
Night fall comes around..
It's cold and everyone is asleep.
I sneak my way into the barn.
I stare at it~
My sisters bike!
The smile on my face, I still can't erase.
"This bike will be mine tonight."
I grab the bike by the handles bars.
I walk the bike under the stars.
Two hours pass, and still I can't operate the pedals.
Finally I remove my shoes, and reach the pedals with my toes.
I'm off into the night, than suddenly I fell upon them rocks.
If only I waited for that push from daddy's hands.
:To Be Continued:
Lesson not learned,
My scars all accounted for.
A soft spring breeze blows gently
across the open toes
of my Italian leather sandals.
Sitting on the weathered oaken bench
I can picture you swinging on those wooden slat swings
with your flowing hair pushed back in a ponytail
bouncing up and down off the top of your cashmere sweater
I imagine your little smile as you giggled with your girlfriends
I can still see that little twinkle in your eye as you caught me staring at you
I smiled and my cheeks turned a pinkish red
I remember walking over your way and asking your name
You said it was Spoilt Brat and I couldn't help laugh
We took a walk as all your friends watched
You were so bold, grabbing my hand and starting to run
We ran so fast and then fell helplessly in the grass
You touched my faced and pulled me in
and we kissed, oh such a wonderful kiss
so soft and light. you lit up my night
Such beautiful memories coming back to me
on this sunny spring day.
I saw you
in that toothless smile
of the down on his luck stranger
when I offered him
my juicy pinkish ripe peach
left over from my afternoon lunch
oh how his smile shined so
I saw you
in that twinkle in my daughter's eye
as I chased her around the park
climbing up and down the slides
across the wavering bridges
through the tubes and tunnels
playing a simple game of tag
oh how those eyes twinkled with love
I saw you
in that couple walking on the sandy beach
hand in hand
under the setting sky
the rich hues of yellow, orange, and red
floating in the clouds up high
oh how their passion radiated
I saw you
in that first lily of the spring
opening up so fresh and new
brightening up my garden
each tepal trumpeting a treasured song
oh how magnificent was it's sight
I see you in all that's around
in nature's beauty abound
in kindness, in love, in angelic faces
I see you in all of God's good graces
I see you
While duskfall pierces minted morning air
Adorning trees with gracious loveliness:
Sunlight braids pinkish ribbons in her hair,
Indulgent as a reticent caress.
How Aurora is but a breath away,
While embroidered leaves flutter in the sun--
So crystalline- white is their mellow play
Where all godly wishes of hope are spun.
I wonder if such charms are a worldly dream
Linked to just one immense eternity
A lucent decoration on rails of stream;
Captured in the glow of day's tapestry?
I know not, yet my benign spirits rise
So I lift my heart to feel sweet dawn's first kiss...
Responding to the glaze before my eyes
For all seems right on mornings such as this.
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John Hamilton's Best Rhyming Poem 3 Contest
4/18/2017
Poetry Form: Quatrain
For once this is not fiction
Can you change the past?
I yearn to,
But on condition I carry with me
All that I have learned.
But you cannot change the past.
Still, I yearn for a bottle
Of chilled white wine Chablis.
Delicious on the palette,
Exquisite with rice and plenty of seafood.
The aroma of truffled sauce, the razor clams,
The pinkish prawns and open-wide oysters.
It is my delight.
I yearn for silence, away from rife,
The sounds of cars crashing, the boom of guns,
The killing of innocent people.
I yearn for peace.
I yearn to travel as I used,
For I visited half of Europe
And ventured to Brazil.
Now I’m Island bound and
Travel is no more.
You look good, they say.
But only on the outside.
I yearn for health inside:
The small inoperable cancer,
Kept in check by implants
With bouts of depression
That twice I deleted my poetry site.
Good thing I kept copies of my writings.
But my heart is weak after
Twenty years when I had a triple bypass.
My right eye has the beginning of a cataract,
My left knee needs a replacement
But with Diabetes 2 no operation can be done.
I yearn for my wife.
Seven years I still grieve for her.
She’s in Heaven now.
I yearn for my beloved Lord.
The creator of all.
I pray He takes care of me.
May He grant me a happy death.
And may the Rose of Sharon help me too.
She's
a
diamond
sun of snow,
envied by venus,
lifting her peacock eyelashes
to stargaze beyond pinkish petals of mild moonrise,
enclosing rusts of rosy jealousy in ancient ruins like lotus Minerva.
Climbing slowly ascends a silent invitation to witness heaven on earth
Emerging in layers of allure, a rising pictorial lifts emotional grandeur
Bringing closer and closer dome of sky, tempting to reach and touch
Glistening frozen peaks with pinkish sunshine attempting to converge
Splendor strolls tenderly to romantic overtures over crunching snow
As satiated visions swing on icy air-streams, floating on Top of Europe
June 18, 2018
First Place: When line six is a perfect fix contest by Silent One
Placed 8th: Mid June 2018 premiere contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
Jungfraujoch is a scenic attraction located in Switzerland at an elevation of 3,466 meters (11,371 ft) above sea level, highest elevation in Europe.
JESTER *''(] :-)
The best days come round and round
Follow the around the world
A Jester you are the crown
A Jester among the crowd
Searching for life from pole to pole!
A professional when it comes to clown
You got the soul to let it roll
Your too clever to hold a frown
Your parole has lost your control
A smile is all you know how to expand
You run - you play - you dance
Implanting a moment, so grand
Lifting the spirit with just one glance.
You are like a substance in high demand
You are the Queen to a blind romance
You stole the heart of a Nobel man
Jester we are at the feet of your command
Parted from the King, who does not understand
The crowd eating from the palm of your hand
No one knows what jokes you got planned
LADY QUEEN YOU HOLD THE SOUL OF A JESTER
Suited up in pinkish - purple - green polyester
Everyone bowing to you where you stand
Excitement towards the Queen, who plays the Jester
Jerking the kingdom of her land
Jester you play the role of the best mind molester!!
*''(]:-)
SKAT
Has a tear of joy ever escaped from the window of your soul? A moment of realization that fell out of your control? Have you grown up with someone who is way out of your league? One whose presence could effect the way you breathe? Is there something you believe that changed the way you see? Or have you ever fell in love with one that was expected to never be? Imagine a lover who speaks to God about you, one who sees a truth you don't think is there, what if this is how I see you when I say your name in prayer? Though our memories are few, somehow they feel more true, for time is non-existent when it comes to you. Your the most difficult poem I've always wanted to write because no words exist to express such love at every sight. I gaze into our history for a clue as to "why?", amidst a maze of a dozen conflicting stimuli, no language could explain yet you deserve for me to try, but all I can offer is a crude illustration of a truth beyond imagination... You've always felt like more than just a crush, like a reflection of my trust, like fate flirting with a dream only love could create. The way we conversate is the melody of my song, your hypnotic sense of humor splashes the colors of a pretty pinkish dawn, the way you beautify your personality stretches beyond. Those eyes an invitation to some unknown adventure, that smile begs the question I'd spend this life to answer, almost feels like the beginning of some kind of forever. Then something else crept into my heart as well, a chemistry evolving in a way only nature would tell, every grain of knowledge gathered like an oyster in its shell, until my love for you was no longer in control, a rare precious pearl embedded within my soul. WAIT! I have to stop, language has failed me again, but how was I suppose to hold all this in? At the risk of you never looking into my eyes again, I couldn't continue to pretend that your just a friend. What happened to me is I began to see you as we will be when our love is complete, a chemistry mixed with a mystery betwixt pretty and sweet, the heart utterly eclipsed by a beauty beyond any comprehension of art. Now that it's said that leaves just one more task, it's so out of character for me to ask: if a feeling of bliss deeper than any oceanic abyss could be forged without a first kiss, how many wonderful probabilities could we possibly miss?
Form:
A foot of water
Barely blurs them
The pinkish bruises
Spanned like hands
Across my hips
I press my fingers to them
Try to align them with the crooked broken lines
That tear across my body
They are violet roads
On a map that is me
Starting pale at the backs of my knees
Stretch to meet the butterflies
That touch and leave
And touch and leave
The tall tall grass
And they gently circle my breasts
Where I fold the grass
Beneath my back
Find eyes that aren't mine
And kiss
Kiss
Kiss
And they wrap tight around my thighs
Leaving dark deep grooves
Somewhere dead
And new
Where his face is suddenly old to me
And I wash it from my skin
Wash it away
Away
Away
"Mother,
You are my heartbeat
and I'm your lifeline,
we both are 'one',
as an inseparable hue of purity,
smeared upon the sacrosanct lotus..."
As you cradle
those sleepless stars,
swirling in my
insomniac flurry ink,
lulling me to
honeydew-soaked
slumber and
letting these
unicorn-lights
twinkle within every
pearlescent pulse,
my heart flies
across gentle
wonderlands of
fairy-knitted dreams,
believing in
seraphic miracles.
Although, I may
have been
drenched in
cavernous
bloodstorms and
my heart bleeds
russet hail, but,
you will always
heal my hauntings
with your
calendula-glazed
peridot symphonies,
forever shielding
my saffron
innocence within
your womb
of compassion,
soft like
creamy cotton,
and periwinkle-rosy
flickers of love.
I've been blessed
with the crimson-gold
warmth of a
motherly sunflower,
amidst this
cold autumnal
rain of bitter flakes
and spiced leaves.
You are my
white-lotus-winged
mermaid, a
featherless angel,
and this
watercolor child
will always draw
peony-incensed
gardens, carrying
the fruity fragrance
of maternal croons.
This lifetime
will incessantly
echo with nascent
harp's harmonies,
of a daffodil-
daughter's melody
for her spring-
scented mother,
for, it's the
only rare truth,
that has been
revealed amongst
onyx blades,
scattered across these
vulturous skies.
I never dream to
fathom those
lavender beaches
of snowy sonnets,
without the
cashmere caress
of your sheen
cinnamon shawl,
that gives me relief
from aching
frostbites,
rewarded by
this wistful world,
immersed in apathy.
I forevermore
wish to be that
last 'princess petal',
that remains
eternally etched
to the selfless
nurturing of your
pinkish throne.
A blank crisp canvas before the summer’s sky
As the rainbow of palettes begin to start their cry
With Aquamarine, a reflection of the ocean blue
Followed by Cerulean, the deepest of the two
Here comes Chartreuse, the friendly yellow green
And captivating Coral, the pinkish beauty Queen
Lovely Lavender who would love to steal the show
Accompanied by Saffron, her warm and lively beau
Now the sky displays an array of a soft yellow Lemon
Then blushes away with the color of sweet Watermelon
For Lilac barges in to spoil the lavender dazzling dream
Laughing at it all, the talented color of tender Tangerine.
Thus now the sky settles within a magical misty hue
Only to start the morrow in the poetic palettes pew.
July.31.2017
SEASONAL COLOR
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
Your poem must include each of the following colors:
aquamarine
cerulean
chartreuse
coral
lavender
lemon
lilac
saffron
tangerine
watermelon
Releasing the rigid anchor line
Leaving the safety of land in our wake
Warm July zephyrs filling the sails
Resting even hands upon the tiller
As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft
Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass
Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk
Outlining the schooner adrift on the horizon
Dancing rhythm of the Highland Lighthouse
Gifts a moment of wine warmed lips fervor
Alone with the lights from distant headlands
Their essence illume the crests softly breaking
Gently swaying the craft in warm foamy brine
Faint guitar moments with my voice uninhibited
Evoking past memories of love on the Atlantic
Aspiration caught whole in the sail as we lay
A fearless embrace in the ethereal darkness
Of midnight on Massachusetts Bay sails…