Best Prismed Poems
"Up at dawn, the dewy freshness of the hour, the morning rapture of the birds, the daily miracle of sunrise, set her heart in tune, and gave her Nature's most healing balm." ~ Louisa May Alcott
Dawn's light awakens me from sleep,
as morning light unfurls.
On the skyline I see it sweep
across meadows of grazing sheep.
Dewdrops hang like fine strands of pearls
on webs of silken whorls.
Like tears, they fell in waning night
as if the sky was grieved,
but in amber rays of daylight
I clearly see the dewy sight
of moisture, to which leaves have cleaved...
their thirst has been relieved.
Lush, the grass when it drank its fill
from Nature's water tap.
My garden is happy to swill
morning mist when the air is chill.
Petals fold to better entrap
drops for flowers to lap.
Prismed by the sun's reflection,
each pearl soon disappears,
dried by Ra's heated subjection.
There will be a new collection
when in the morning there appears
dew that's been shed as tears.
Original Date of Posting ~ June 18, 2022
Dewdrops Contest
This Challenge ~ December 3, 2022
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
prismed, morning, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Dedicated, a second time, to our beloved Connie.
At twilight, prismed skies unfold
Painting Earth in roseate light
Pastel hues brushed on clouds in flight
Pink threads woven with rays of gold
Marmalade fingers fade to peach
Sinking low, out of human reach
A sanguine sun nears dusk's threshold
Waves ripple with his last shimmer
Dazzling beams of sunset glimmer
'tween sea and sky, since ages old
He sleeps 'til each new day is born
And flowers sip the dew of morn
Earth is veiled by night and grows cold
Moon of pearl glows and stars glisten
Nightingales sweetly sing ~ listen
At twilight, prismed skies unfold
Pink threads woven with rays of gold
A sanguine sun nears dusk's threshold
'tween sea and sky, since ages old
Earth is veiled by night and grows cold
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Connie, your Constanza form is a gift to us all.
Not written for a contest, but to honor Connie Wong.
Submitted on 9/14/2022 To Mark Toney's Marathon Mile 14
Categories:
prismed, sunset,
Form:
Rhyme
"The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, the musing moon illumine pastures dim, and afterwards a new nativity for all who slept the dreamless interim."
~ Nathalia Crane
Twilight and its prismed colors paint the Earth in soft roseate light. Rays of the sun descend, glowing like threads of gold, woven into clouds above the ocean's threshold. Brushed with pastels of pink and lavender, the sky is a beautiful canvas to behold. Soon, the moon will ascend, and its lustrous silver sheen will be reflected in my lover's eyes.
gilded is the sun
as it slides into the sea ~
silvery moonlight
April 14, 2021
Writing Prompt- Shine - Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
prismed, moon, sun,
Form:
Haibun
I've constructed a picket fence around me to keep jackanapes out
Through pickets they can see me, but I never allow them to touch
private parts of me I keep concealed, and don't talk about so much
I keep whitewashing my fence, cleansing it from things left in doubt
When my boards become exposed to prying eyes that shouldn't see
I open another bucket of watered-down paint and reach for a brush
to cover the flaws, my faults within, and I am always in such a rush
to whiten and brighten the facade out front. The veneer veiling me.
There is a gate with well-worn hinges, but usually it's kept locked
to prevent invaders who would dare trespass on my every thought
Those who'd despoil my fence with graffiti and rip my boards apart
Hence, one reason why I keep a supply of whitewash well-stocked
I am the prismed reflection of my surroundings, including my fence
where no webs shall arachnids weave within my weathered boards.
I will apply a coat of whitewash to my palisade as the need affords
It is a beachhead between me and crawlers; my penury of defense
Twining around my picketed railings, grows a vine of climbing roses
The virtuous blooms are never cut to prolong each inculpable stem
They shroud malevolent fingers pointed at me that would condemn
I shrive every foible and failing that my whitewashed fence encloses
May 28, 2023
W T F Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Categories:
prismed, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
"Everything holds a tinge of beauty, something unique,
but not everyone recognizes something beautiful."
~ by poet
Some of the most beautiful things in the world
are those that are visually impossible to see...
A fern frond that we can feel, not yet uncurled
Mated doves cooing, "Come to me, my love"
Or lofty wind in a canvas sail when it's unfurled
Promises of a pewter sky when rain's sorely needed
Swaddled newborns while dreaming in slumber
Starlight skies when the view is not impeded
Or fine fertile soil of this Earth in shades of umber
And polished pearls when oysters are seeded
The obvious sunrise morns and sunset twiights
A soul that was lost, then found its way back
Wavering hues of colors from the Northern lights
Pretty, a flower, growing in a sidewalk crack
Crystalized snowflakes and other wintry delights
Beauty can exist inside a good person's heart
In the prismed colors radiating from waterfalls
And at the greeting of lovers who have been apart
It's found in lost friendships by tearing down walls
Realizing life can be happy again with a fresh start
Our sweetest memories, when in dreams we drift
Smiles endowed to strangers who wear a frown
That may be what they needed to give them a lift
The glowing face of a bride, in her wedding gown
And how beautiful the offer of forgiveness as a gift
Categories:
prismed, beautiful,
Form:
Quintain (Sicilian)
Honeyed amethyst is the soft shade of twilight
as it smoothly melds with sunset's prismed hues
Moonlight glints with the glow of a lustrous pearl
Stars gleam as multifaceted as crosscut diamonds
Celestial beauty reigns in the bejeweled night sky
Categories:
prismed, night, sky,
Form:
Free verse
Enchanted was I with a cloying scent...
whiffs of wild magnolia
mingled with the woodsy tang
of her lemon verbena perfuming the air
Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold
were clipped by silver shears
of an ascending pearlescent moon
How sweet the bloom of love ~
We slowly walked around the lake
By the zenith of eventide
we were serenaded by a cicada symphony
in rhythmic allegro thrum...
In the distance... howling of a feral creature
crying with need of a mate
How wild the passion of love ~
She tensed at his wailing call
soothed with murmurs and kisses
Her heart beat in sync with my own...
tympani drums keeping time
like the pendulum of a metronome
How musical the lyrics of love ~
Her eyes met mine...
mirroring myriads of sparkling stars
gleaming as bright as a prismed diamond
I would pledge my troth tonight...
Here, beneath a celestial bower
How heavenly the gift of love ~
A tendril of long wavy hair
blew across her cheek
I crimped it around my finger
then released a raven curl
My lips whispered softly...
I bent to her like a willow to the shore
How eager the need of love ~
When I knelt
she trembled at my intent...
Bodies clinging, we swam fathoms deep
surrendering to each other as eternal lovers
passionately torrid... reverently tender
How plumb the depth of love ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
March 23, 2021
Eight Word Bardenesque Challenge
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
prismed, love, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
fragile
the tiny egg
laid on a milkweed leaf
devoured by a hungry lizard
deprived of becoming
a butterfly
Life ends
fragile
the butterfly
sipping from a pink rose
becomes the feast for a sparrow
Monarch devoured in flight
That's the law of
Nature
fragile
the rose petals
cut for a crystal vase
withered and brittle, they tumble
sweet fragrance lingers on
their heads drooping
in death
fragile
the crystal vase
lies shattered on the tiles
thrown by the heart that was betrayed
prismed shards in sunlight
will hold bouquets
no more
fragile
the heart betrayed
broken from a lost love
aching for what was beautiful
but has fallen apart
emotional
turmoil
fragile
the thing called love
oft' claims us by surprise
lifting us to great zenith height
then drops us in free fall
A risk we take
for love
June 4th, 2021
Heptastich Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
prismed, feelings, life,
Form:
Verse
Enchanted was I with a cloying scent...
whiffs of wild magnolia
mingled with the woodsy tang
of lemon verbena perfuming the air
Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads of gold
were clipped by silver shears
of an ascending pearlescent moon
How sweet the bloom of love ~
We slowly walked around the lake
By the zenith of eventide
serenaded by a cicada symphony
in rhythmic allegro thrum...
In the distance, the howling of a feral creature
crying with need of a mate
How wild the passion of love ~
She tensed at his wailing call
soothed with murmurs and kisses
Her heartbeat in sync with my own...
tympani drums keeping time
like the pendulum of a metronome
How musical the lyrics of love ~
Her eyes met mine...
mirroring myriads of sparkling stars
gleaming as bright as a prismed diamond
I would pledge my troth tonight...
Here, beneath a celestial bower
How heavenly the gift of love ~
A tendril of long wavy hair
blew across her cheek
I crimped it around my finger
then released a raven curl
My lips whispered softly...
I bent to her like a willow to the shore
How eager the need of love ~
When I knelt
she trembled at my intent...
Bodies clinging, we swam fathoms deep
surrendering to each other as eternal lovers
passionately torrid... reverently tender
How plumb the depth of love ~
Categories:
prismed, love,
Form:
Free verse
Sea, I stand upon your shore with the rising of the sun
as sanguine shades of dawn blend with an amber sky
Long before the overture of the human race has begun
I walk barefoot on the sand; to moonlight wave goodbye
When Ra lifts his heavy eyelids and wipes away the sleep
his light is softly reflected in prismed mirrors on your skin
I wonder what buried treasure lies within your waters, deep
before my mind is captured by the wake of a dorsal fin
Your smooth satin surface is without wrinkles or ripples
It beckons me, "Come," as though you invite me to suckle
upon the salty crested waves of your whitecapped nipples
and I, powerless to refuse, would wade in and gladly truckle
Oh, rising Sea, would I were the wind to caress your cheek
I'd not tire of lying cradled in the ebb and flow of your tide
Rocked by gentle motion, I'd be entranced by your mystique
Upon Earth, you are feared and worshipped, far and wide
Your voice lashes out with Neptune's roar when riled in rage
but tranquil in peace when moonlight shimmers in the night
What dark secrets you hold would fill a novel, page after page
You evoke my mind with questions; flames burning, you ignite
Categories:
prismed, how i feel, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Everyone sees color differently
some color-blind
yet they know the texture and
warmth of shades, bland
grays more a product of heart
and not one’s eyes –
not all black and white, coldly set,
appealing only a stark contrast
some light embracing its
fine-line shadows
as midnights with stars and
moon in warmth of touch –
meet me in the polychromatic
moment, where all spectrum
shards of color im-prismed
are released, forever to unveil a
harmony unbreached….
Categories:
prismed, character, color, community, family,
Form:
Free verse
As I awake from night's deep sleep
morning light begins its grand sweep.
Across the skyline, it unfurls
as dewdrops hang like strands of pearls.
Resembling tears, not those of grief,
they quench the thirst of each dry leaf.
On prismed drops they drink their fill
as sunlight climbs above the hill.
My flowers sup from Nature's tap.
Their petals cupped so they could lap
the nurturing moisture of life
when lack of rainfall brings them strife.
Sun has risen and morning broke.
In the sky is a golden yolk.
Its warmth has spread over the Earth.
Each day is likened to rebirth.
Twilight will find sunlight fading.
Its hours are quickly abrading,
but darkness will never hold sway~
Luna will not be kept at bay.
With us, moonlight shares her soft glow,
ruling the tides that ebb and flow.
One more day that tells the story
of nature in all its glory.
Categories:
prismed, day, night, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: August 22, 2023
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radiant echoes
sunrise morns and sunset glares~
lost souls find their way
wavering colors
northern lights dance in the sky~
beauty in chaos
a flower persists
growing through the cracks of life~
strength in disaster
snowflakes gently fall
wintry delights enchant us~
nature's masterpiece
heart of elegance,
kindness shines through every act~
goodness never fades.
the prismed waterfalls
colors cascade and collide~
spectacle of love
Categories:
prismed, analogy, beauty, heart,
Form:
Haiku
A quiet storm made its way
Feelings strewn and blown astray
Enamored in one another were we
In turns a desperation to be free
Lost in each other, thus
A soft-focused portrait of us
Harsh and cold are the fates
As rage tears and alienates
Torn souls rarely mend
Hence a star-crossed waning end
A thousand miles starts with a single step
A journey’s unfathomable depth
All that glitters does not glow
Rare a shimmering prismed rainbow
Unlike what we’ve been told
Stark emptiness, ne’er a pot of gold
We lift up, step back
The evident lacuna, what we lack,
You’ll be there, I’ll be here,
When abstract dream pop-ups appear
When red flags sound off alarms,
When under a rainbow with open arms!
You’ll find us not as illusions
Real enough, peaceful resolutions
When the rain subsides
A misty rainbow abides
Beneath we’ll pass
Free from sadness alas
With no quandary or doubt
It feels good to reach out
Your sunshine smile wide to ears
Loosens all ingrained fears
Reflections of you form
Together we’ll quiet the storm
At a rainbows end
Categories:
prismed, break up, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
Open aired and pastel pillared, vaulting the ceiling;
This bye to Paradise; & illuminating vision:)
Stand in-violate, in golden tones, in orange hues
in glowing aqua, do you colour my view,
The mark of Heavens promise, on earth:)
Expanding in an instant; you beam of Gods mirth.
A schism In prism; here ever to bloom,
Fresh from the Masters hand on the loom.!
copyright Joe Mavrick.co.uk
For P D's Rainbows contest:)
You can click to know more about this piece, thank you Joe..)
Categories:
prismed, faith,
Form:
Rhyme