Best Quintains Poems
A young man leads his girlfriend to a tree
one sultry summer eve as night is looming.
the branches of the old oak form a canopy
under which he leans in for a kiss, assuming
his new love also feels their romance blooming.
The pretty girl is innocent and shy,
but from the boy’s sweet kiss she feels that he
might be her one true love; more kisses make a sigh
escape her lips. Her inhibitions flee,
and touching him arouses her curiosity.
Aglow, they feel a passion all-consuming,
undressing one another as fingers fly.
The curious moon, with incandescence blooming,
peeks down from a star-bedazzled sky.
Young love with moon above shall never die.
Written 10/17/12 for Francine Robert's
Romance me with English Quintains Poetry Contest
and now for A true love -poem #2 - Poetry Contest of poet destroyer A
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Thursday, November 4, 2021
I heard my little bird singing the breeze,
I heard her singing on a breath of air,
The air that slowly moves through forest trees,
The old, oak trees where initials declare,
Declarations made upon love’s high trapeze.
Old memories recalled again today,
Another day, another time, we knew,
I knew that bird song would echo my way,
The way a joyful song reminds of you,
The you that I hold dear in my heart to stay.
In memory of my little bird, Tash
RIP sweetheart!
xxxx
Form: Sicilian Quintains
Each February brings that special chance,
One day a year to say the words of love,
Without a love to share the wined romance,
Instead I look up to the stars above,
While remembering days when we would dance.
Those nights I held you close, so close to me,
Or held your hand while walking by the shore,
Those times we were young and loving free,
Yet now each day means that I miss you more,
But when I close my eyes you’re all I see.
No day goes by without a thought of you,
Each morning brings that now familiar ache,
And skies never seem to be quite as blue,
For you, my heart, I can never forsake,
You are my words and ev’rything I do .
Each February brings that special chance,
One day a year to say the words of love,
I have a love to share divine romance,
When e’er I look up to the stars above,
And remember the time you and I danced.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
Another time and place we said ‘I do’,
The word love meant forever you and me,
Eternal destiny came into view,
Only in my arms could you ever be,
Only in your kiss could I fly so free.
A promise made and shared throughout all time,
Yet we knew the coming of pain and strife,
And all too soon another ritual rhyme,
My pathway home is the journey of life,
Until the day I see my darling wife.
Form: English Quintains
O sweet white bloom blushing through snow,
You gently kiss the north winds as they pass,
Whispering to winter ‘it’s time to go’,
From your bluey-green leaves like blades of grass,
Sweet drooping bells that mark the seasons flow.
A tiny flower sets the world alight,
And fills a wintered heart with deepest joy,
New life from bleakest days and long icy nights,
Through woods and fields, her bloom Brigid’s envoi,
As spring returns into our mortal sight.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
A swarm of whispers kisses my face
Like tender blossoms, a full view;
In morning’s bid, I find thrilled embrace
Through good-bye romps as sunrise debuts
On fragrant petals carousing dew.
My eyes follow his parting tracks on wings
As day rouses wisps of garlands’ crowns,
Clusters of buds wheeze a mild buzzing
To invite play, bouquets tap on ground
Their hemlines sway, waltzing all around.
When hours cling of delight, time endures
And I breathe him as buds fondle my hands,
But purple descends to weave sleep’s lure;
Sadly, florets close as night expands
Till he arrives, with roses on strands.
For Francine Roberts'Contest
Romance Me with English Quintains
by nette onclaud
2 nov 2012
The final mortal breath, his love and kiss,
So familiar in an unknown word,
He waits in shadows at the great abyss,
The moment when all can be clearly heard,
He brings certainty to end all of this.
Here or there, no matter where we may roam,
He is the endless veil, the last good night,
He is the laughter as earthy as loam,
His the power that claims the final rite,
Gwynn Ap Nudd escorts our souls safely home.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
A beauty danced beneath pale moonlight,
While hypnotic song flurried on the breeze,
Distant, the voices tell of magic’s flight,
A heart is caught with such apparent ease,
And leads the self into its deathly plight.
A soul lies dying within grasping flame,
Confusion’s white heat burning at nerve tips,
Invisible fires bring the pain just the same,
The murderous hold a vice like grip,
And jealousy is her invidious name.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
A rhyming scheme defines my style
Where magic drips on quill’s potion,
If quintains and sonnets beguile
Hands pray for meter’s salvation,
This secret I keep, to win the throne!
Juli-Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round Five
The runic pattern cast upon the ground,
That calls wandering Celt to journey home,
To sacred lands where mighty kings were crowned,
And there hearts dwell while the feet may roam,
Ancient songs of Mystery once more found.
O Celt, now sing the song within your heart,
And love the fertile lands of Mother Earth,
But leave no lasting scars as you depart,
Protect her well for future love and mirth,
Respect her mortal realms of divine art.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
"Involved to Evolve"
shattered emotions swallowed your heart and invaded my peaceful space
another romantic escapade eclipsed and then turned sour
deciding to "crash and burn" disrupting family home place
wallowing in quicksand as crumbled dreams did cower
allowing your foundation to tumble destroying your ivory tower.
patience and understanding offered to solve swift conclusions
sharing experience of wounds and scars with loving support
your "perfect fit" will soon appear evaporating illusions
maturity in choice, my son, will clarify portrait distort
dark veil of pain will disappear as paper mache' women you abort.
*For Cyndi's You Do Understand Contest...
*TWO QUINTAINS
*Written for my son, Christopher, and his many romantic
love affairs which involve us always.
My eyes blink open as the sun retires,
Another day, another waking night,
A mirrored moon far brighter than sun fires,
The silver beams fill my soul with inner light,
Another night given to her desires.
Yet tears flow easy each night as I weep,
My dream to live my life the right way round,
I fear this climb back is the one too steep,
While lying here and counting sheep confounds,
When all I want to do is simply sleep.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
Here in the middle of every day,
A peace between the frying bacon strips,
And eggs that are cooked the sunny way,
The brief thought into the heart gently slips,
While sprit dreams surge through fingertips.
The power of light needs no standing stone,
Nor gathering of crowds to call it true,
The candle flame burning brightly alone,
While sparrows frolic in the morning dew,
Before the golden skies return to blue.
And near the roses sings a speckled thrush,
Rejoicing in the early morning sun
The perfect song to break the dawn rise hush,
A surprise twitch that’s simply chanced upon
Brief moments as nature can’t be outdone
Form: English Quintains
A world of wonder dwells inside of me,
Both gods and demons playing their own part,
My spirit journeys time and space to see,
The greatest truth that echoes in my heart,
As on the wind, I seek my destiny.
In Nature’s love, I know I’m truly blessed,
Through all life’s pain and strife that I must bear,
And through the joys and love that fill my breast,
I feel the tenderness of Nature’s care,
Until, at last, I meet final request.
Form: Sicilian Quintains