Best Pristine Poems
I am the
cascading radiance,
between apricot
glows of gloaming,
when mauve mists shift,
mirroring sage seas of love,
I look beyond silvery skies
whilst selfless stars sprinkle,
sizzling streaks
of sunflower sparkles~
upon wrinkled
waves of weariness.
it is in sangria silence, I see
seraphic silhouette of
the mauve moon~
incarnate elysian empires,
where rosemary rivers
flow in righteous rhythm,
awakening stainless
lotus rituals,
soaring amidst the
ardent ambience
of butterfly bliss.
now my heart twirls
to riveting themes,
captivated by the
charismatic credence
of your charming finesse~
swirling beneath
purple paper balloons,
ornamented with
pristine pansies,
to weave fuchsia faith
with
dahlia dreams.
yet, sometimes
I question
the eclectic light,
lulling my aching soul,
would life be a
pensive pilgrim
without your
angelic wings?
what if I had never found
the sanctified sanctuary,
shielded with
golden gates
adorned in
citrine-pearl calligraphies..
would I then
still be drowning,
alone, engulfed in fears?
for I’ve found
silent scriptures of serenity
through carmine carvings
on the mystical walls
in your poetic palace,
there love is the
astral language
of crooning constellations,
guiding poignant peonies
to a holistic sphere
of artistic healing.
so tonight, I’ll unlock
cosmic windows to
the root chakra,
where you are the
enlightened king,
and your
altruistic anthem,
rings musically
like soothing
singing bowls,
echoing forgiving heartbeats,
and I, will remain faithfully
engrossed eternally,
like petals blossoming
within your gardenia grace.
Categories:
pristine, anxiety, deep,
Form:
Free verse
In the spring, I'm a Daffodill
In many hues, dancing on the hill
Swaying with the gentle breeze
In the spring I'm easy to please
In late spring, I'm pale pink rose
Growing on the trellis, inviting bees toes
To touch on me, drink their fill of nectar
Sweet, in late spring I'm real neat
In early summer, I'm Buddleia
When Butterflies come, Cassiopeiae
Is so jealous of the attention
As they touch and tickle my extensions
Later on I become Great Yellow Gentian
At this time I'm in another dimension
Waiting the time in the fall when I've lived all
Then I become the great Sunflower in the fall
When winter arrives, I'm barely now alive
This is when Camellia makes her debut
She is really now more alive leaves glisten
They've a glossy waxy shin and the blooms pristine
(In response to Andrea's Blog.)
Categories:
pristine, imagination, introspection, life, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
Wild
pristine
and untamed,
nature feels free
unfettered by time
or arrogance of Man.
She is part of everything
half creator, half destroyer;
She is the architect of all life,
all its beauty and abominations.
Connected in a fundamental way
we appreciate Nature's artwork;
like painting the sunset scarlet
and inking the sky crimson,
or apple-blossom pink.
But She also hosts
hurricane winds
volcanoes
fire and
ice.
From
scented
orchids to
ugly vultures,
nature modifies
and diversifies life;
altering environments.
Forcing life to adapt or die,
allows for more varied creations
on Earth's ever-evolving forms of life.
Categories:
pristine, beautiful, beauty, feelings, image,
Form:
Etheree
~
Among watching forbidden archangels saunter sullen paths
I reflect mandragoras through evanescent gleams of orrery elegies,
whirling into significant distraught dizain stanzas of my obsidian paint
in halcyon hopes my expressive ekphrasis will bloom alongside aureate tulips.
Under opal moons shading dozens of writhing languid lavenders of mauve,
a hushing zephyr cuddles lost villanelle verses of my nocturne lilt heart
shaping obsidian thorns of withering torment into eloquent paradelles
gifting me picturesque promises of prospering ovary triumph over obsidian odes.
O, how I dream vermillion serenade reveries of idyllic illusions
whilst pouring out serpentine verses in poise patterns of bewitching ballads,
perhaps yearning celestine fantasies to be painted in aureate ruby recognition
are as asking one to grasp glazing pearl stars under an elixir eclipse.
Upon scrolling night's interrogating introspective sighs of myrrh melodies
I refocus labyrinthine lilacs of drizzling determination through ethereal epics,
for it is through periwinkle poetry I've learned to set palindromes forward
and through vignette vellichor musings I'll leap amethyst acrostics.
~
Categories:
pristine, dream, inspiration, introspection, lost,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Pristine and Pure
The winding road led to a chasm deep
below a cliff that proudly shows the view...
a silken, blue-green lake, lays like a gem
of opulence embedded in the rim
of tall, lush evergreens that now adorn
the natural setting so pristine and pure.
Within, the lovely birds exult their home
with calls and songs that flow so tunefully,
while hawks shriek out in tones of mockery,
their impetus to find and capture prey.
Upon this cliff I share in nature's joy;
vicarious, my thrill of standing here.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Eight Word Challenge 8
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 09/03/2018
Required Words Used:
chasm silken opulence adorn
exult mockery impetus vicarious
Categories:
pristine, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Blank verse
The cascading stream leaps down the emerald valley
Dancing waters caress rolling pebbles on their facet
Twilight weaves light and shade lattice on tree canopy
Drizzle of silent night sprinkles stardust on the thicket
Stars of firefly twinkle to the tune of crooning cricket.
January 1, 2020
Contest : Writing Prompt-English Quintain Imagery
Sponsor : Dear Heart
Categories:
pristine, beauty, nature,
Form:
Quintain (English)
PRECIOUS CHRISTINA TAYLOR GREEN, WAS A SILENT, BUT FRESH AND UNTOUCHED,
YES! SHE'S A PRISTINE HERO FOR DEMOCRACY. SHE ENTER OUR LIFE TIME WHEN
THERE WAS A FEROCIOUS ATTACK ON OUR DEMOCRACY.
NOW THIS MIGHTY MELLIFLUOUS CHILD HAS LEFT OUR LIFE TIME, AS SHE BECAME
ONE OF THE VICTIMS OF, YET ANOTHER FEROCIOUS ATTACK ON OUR DEMOCRACY.
HOW STRANGE.
HOWEVER, FROM UNDERSTANDING HER BRIEF HISTORICAL INVOLVEMENT WITH THE
FREEDOM, OF BEING A "LITTLE LEAGUER" AND A NEWLY APPOINTED MEMBER OF HER
SCHOOL'S "STUDENT COUNCIL," THIS GIANT "LITTLE DARLING 9 YEAR OLDED CHILD"
BRIEF LIFE, EXHIBITED "THE TRUE EPITOME" OF OUR DEMOCRACY, CAUSE SHE WAS
LIVING IT!
SHE'S THE ESSENCE OF THE REASON WHY WE FIGHT WITH EVERY FIBER OF OUR
BEING TO PRESERVE OUR WAY OF LIFE. LITTLE CHRISTINA TAYLOR GREEN FOUGHT
WITH EVERY FIBER OF HER BEING TO TEACH AND LIVE THE LIFE OF DEMOCRACY
AS I REMAIN,
A ETERNAL BEACON OF HOPE THROUGH THE PRECIOUS LIFE OF
DARLING LITTLE CHRISTINA TAYLOR GREEN, BELIEF IN IN HER
MAJESTY AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL, DEMOCRACY!
Categories:
pristine, allegorylife, life,
Form:
In Nature's ordained sphere
No chalice, vial, or bioengineer
Earth's mantle only doting peer
Sun's warmth growth to cheer
Heaven's tap nutrients to steer
Only providence, stalk will shear
Covetous hands beauty, scent desire
Manufactured warmth to inspire
Coiffed petals sprout love's devotion
Fragrant oils drained into entrancing potion
Poached nutrients put limp bodies into motion
Lotions, balms salve weathered skin's erosion
Yet preening utility of man
Can never pure essence expand
Nor flower's value re-brand
Abridging time worth does countermand
Cunning artifice cannot pristine form command
Flower's true identity encrypted in the land
Categories:
pristine, beauty, care,
Form:
Rhyme
Inhaling quietude, I face
a welcome tranquil scene.
A beautiful secluded place
greets my eyes with iridescent sheen
beneath a wintry sky serene.
Here along this country lane,
diamond flecks have interlaced
and softly fallen on terrain.
The dull and barren land has been effaced;
by dazzling snow my world is graced.
The air is fresh and crisp and clean.
Enchantment rules the day!
Winter, when you are pristine
and when grey clouds have fled away. . .
I welcome you to stay.
For Carol Brown's "Welcoming Winter" Contest
Categories:
pristine, peace, seasons
Form:
Quintain (English)
I'm pristine and purdy for dear Dr. Kim
Changed my undies, I'm all proper and trim
Checks out my bod
And gives me a nod
If all's copacetic, no strange lumps therein
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
pristine, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Though set apart, their fate is dealt
Upon a solid mount of wealth
Beauty mirrored by crystal lake
With compass set, young roots do take
Encamped by water, air and sun
Forever to thrive in pristine dawns
~*~
Categories:
pristine, nature,
Form:
Verse
Along the barren pristine shore
Layered with fine grains of sand
A place remains untouched by man
Waves lap in soothing rhythmic motion
Brushing and polishing the surface
Soft and shimmering jewels glisten
The lemon yellow rays shine
heating and cooling the surface
Time, weather and wind reshape
this beautiful landscape.
11/07/16
Categories:
pristine, beach,
Form:
Light Verse
Seeking Out Nature's Pristine Wooded Views
In forested glen, deep serenity rests
take your aching soul there for hours to hide-
Away from this hectic world's many tests,
Solitude, medicine for this world's ride.
Seeking out Nature's pristine wooded views
one may find treasure for a wounded heart.
Life is so hard, so best you dare to choose
a hidden spot to recharge and restart.
Remain quiet, listen as the woods speak;
as its critters may scurry to and fro.
Look behind this curtain, taking that peek,
in awe you will see a majestic show!
Nature's wonders, man has yet to see all.
To free your spirit, just answer its call.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 105
Categories:
pristine, art, beautiful, blessing, imagery,
Form:
Sonnet
I am MONDAY,
and I am here to tell you that
Dear, i m not that cruel..
just don’t compare me with your favourite friday.
That hurts me all the way.
Please dont overrate me as hideous or arduous for
I am like a rebirth of the week.
Think of me as a new day. A pristine day.
I know I piss you off... you dont want to leave
your fun, food and football...
but you have to come back to the grind of the
working week.
I’m the reality which make you freak.
Just see me like any other day..
Its all in your head i would say!
Categories:
pristine, 1st grade, anxiety, art,
Form:
ABC
I love the month of February,
The coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like she is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amid treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is frozen near the nest
Of the American bald eagles,
Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles.
Feb is the month of love,
The month of Saint Valentine,
A quintessential paradise cove,
Where lovers take refuge. Pure, pristine,
Snowy, short, cold, dark, and lovely; She's now
The celebratory month of Black history,
One wonders why and how
We get the shortest one. It's another story
That we should let the nomad seagulls
Decipher. No swimmers on the wintry beaches,
Solely, a few birds are perched on the branches,
Far away from the cribs of the bald eagles.
February is a month of kaleidoscopic contrast,
Where snowfalls happen quite often,
And hardcore lovers dream under a heaven
Full of hope, love, beauty, and ice.
Hebert Logerie Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Categories:
pristine, anniversary, beautiful, black african
Form:
Rhyme