Best Redolence Poems
My eyes cry for
fuschia glimmer on
indigo waves again,
but all I see are
haunting hues
of black sequin
glittered epitaphs;
reflections of hollow
clouds enveloping cold air;
building tension
within my heavy heart.
I am surfing alone,
watching the life
of iron-grey cotton bows
swerve in
cashmere cadence,
whilst wiping away
smudged remnants
of shallow tears,
wishing that I could
obscure pain
with poetic phrases,
inked in cyan liquid,
as I weave charismatic
colors of sunrise,
perfumed with
redolence of roses,
to feel the heat,
as poetry spills
potions of sagacious
thoughts onto the saline
canvas of stolen
sapphire dreams.
But there in the
labyrinth of
an ice-green lagoon,
I’ve built a castle
beneath pellucid
salt waters,
a warm home where
every mysterious
metaphor written
for the honey-winged moon
turns into
crystal clear rhymes,
sewn from a blistering
poem of the ocean,
resting within a
glistening glass bottle,
awaiting to be
read and spoken.
So, today I’ll swim through
aesthetic torrents of torment,
Listen to the rhythmic
tunes of raging tides
within trembling silence,
as elements of truth
eventually resurface
from the depths
of turquoise topaz,
to set on the
porcelain horizon
where shorelines
shimmer from mulberry
shells and tantalizing
tulips twirling
beneath twinkling twilight,
for faith resides in the
arms of starry skies.
Someday, you’ll see past
the crimson curtain
of faux carnations
that clipped these
paper wings into
shapes of broken lines.
Categories:
redolence, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Between
Between dawn and dusky light
Lies the season of daystar’s delight
Between the summer and winter cruel
Lies the season of spring bursting renewal
Between black and white equivalence
Lies the season of gray ambivalence
Between babble and silence sweet
Lies the season of retreat
Between birth and senility
Lies the season of fertility
Between adulthood and the spirit redolence
Lies the season of childhood innocence
Between sin and grace transition
Lies the season of decision
Between prophecy and reality
Lies the season of the heart’s plea
Between doubt and miracles appearance
Lies the season of faith’s perseverance
Between love and hate’s indifference
Lies the season of mercy’s preference
Between death and life’s nativity
Lies the season of Heaven’s clarity
Between Eden and Resurrection
Lies the season of anticipation
7-19-22
Contest: Between the Seasons
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
redolence, life, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
L i f e
a prison of pretense
and I still dream of
walking through tempests of chaos
barefoot,
allowing stones and pebbles
to tattoo my languid skin with love in lilac,
as ashes of yesterday
erase the thunder marks
that struck my spine
in ruthless rhythm,
oblivious to the scorching solitude
that swallowed the stars
swaying across the heinous horizon.
Trusting the tormentor,
dancing with the devil,
as I drink from the naive springs,
like a jailed jasmine,
to Stockholm syndrome.
I’ve heard the crickets croon,
I’ve felt the warmth of raining tears,
while w a i t i n g
w i s h i n g
upon pirouetting peridots~
a trick played by Lucifer,
as peace is a lie
fed from the serpentine scent of sunlight
that tastes like mists of malice…
Tonight I kneel
at the chapel of charades,
reminiscing fragmented forests
where I’ve long been
a forbidden lace of Lilith,
cursed by the fickle flames
of the blood moon,
like a tortured sin,
tethered by time…
O divine destiny,
designed with darkness,
see the angst,
veiled amidst contoured clemency
and manicured mercy,
the beginning
of an inevitable end.
I fear not the hereafter~
the realm of redolence and zephyr,
there phrases of regret
shall be a rinsed-away garden,
watered with saffron and amber…
Perhaps
when the last refrain of living
rewinds and repeats,
we’ll reflect
on the circus we performed in sheer naivety…
But would you then~
catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away,
feel my pulse, it emanates freedom,
heed my heart, it sings of love,
seize my ink, it flows with faith,
catch my sigh, it homes compassion,
hold my hand, it seeks kindness…
Hallowed be thy Name
Hallowed be thy Light....
Categories:
redolence, humanity, poets,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The hutch
like everything else in this house is
crooked. A slanting hardwood floor
and the burnished ends
of an ancient table.
An ever rounding table
"a table with history" she says,
a lineage with the cut
and lineaments
of the eight-score man who built it.
The eerie, beautiful portrait
of some great- great- great-
someone-or-other
hangs so solemnly with Victorian grace
the nail has begun to bend,
but she will never fall.
One cabinet for the silver
and wine glasses
has been painted triple-white
and sunk into the wall like a safe.
Its shelves boiled clean
to hide their ignoble wood
(probably pine).
Not like the Oak left bare-
the smell and musk
of those dark hand-hewn ceiling beams
and the redolence
from somewhere behind the house
of deep-purple lilacs
growing fat like grapes.
Outside, the painted gardens swirl together
in a dizzying carousel of color and light
with short, fat brush strokes
and heavy, bold shadows;
the flowers burn from the healthy soil
replacing sand from ten years ago.
200 bags of fertilizer and now:
A nightgowned woman plays firefighter
every morning with a green hose,
keeping up with the investment.
Categories:
redolence, family, people, places, house,
Form:
When the sky is a
sequestered sanctuary,
and the clouds croon
for sinking star-beams,
listen to the euphoric hymns of silence,
for seething storms throned
beneath rainbow castles
shall never obscure the
crystalline colors of compassion,
amidst thickened fangs
of dwelling darkness,
constantly trying to
seize peacock pigments
within violet-blue seas
of sequined sentiments…
O’ beloved white rose~
perfumed in vanilla love,
let not the wolf-spider gaze,
mirroring envy within black widow hearts,
confuse your diamond vision.
It’s just another day,
enveloped in a warm sakura sunrise,
there the gales of greed
looming in ghostly flecks,
question the redolence of rivulets
behind your veiled vigor.
There’s no reason to fear
when hope flows and drifts
like comets flying as fluttering butterflies
across the butterscotch horizon.
Remember, when the sage sun
seeps into foggy crevices,
and deserted dunes
speak in ashen accents,
their choice of words do not define
the rhythm of your seraphic symphony.
Your merlot wine spirit is
the whimsical wand turning unspoken
tales into wildflower wishes.
There’s no need for an alchemist
nor a sorcerer to concoct
spells that rearrange constellations,
as your voice swirls in magical mists.
You and I, are every last thing
we need to conquer the bewitching
perimeters we truly deserve.
Tonight, when my lids rest upon the
dreamscape of daffodils and dahlias,
I see that look in your eye.
I ponder, is it me that you long for?
Am I the unfading ink
within your saccharine sonnets?
I yearn to be the one you talk
about in sweet seclusion.
This trembling canvas longs
for no other skin to caress the acrylic
edges of my aching soul,
and I do not need
the wind and water
beneath whistling willows
to write my destiny
in green and gold.
We don’t need shades of shadows
following our intertwined silhouettes,
yet I let these metaphors
merge with the heat of
your passionate presence,
as you and I break through
the landscapes of grief
with mutual attraction
like the mulberry rays
between the moon and earth..
Categories:
redolence, deep, love,
Form:
Free verse
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?"
~ Rumi
You're gone, but when a gentle breeze blows my way
I sigh, breathing the floral fragrance of your perfume.
I remember your smile, and it makes my mind stray
to your garden where lavender continues to bloom.
Now, darkness looms around me in shades of gray.
No longer do I walk among wildflowers in the field,
for it would remind me of days I picked you a bouquet,
declaring my feelings. With a kiss, our love was sealed.
So delicate was your redolence. Velvety soft, like you.
Such a tender flower that blossomed but is no more.
Now my life is simply something I must muddle through.
You were taken from me, and your death, I deplore.
Your scent clings to my memory, lingers in my dreams.
It will never be washed away, even in torrential rains.
At night I cannot bear to see the light of moonbeams.
Without you, they fill my heart with bittersweet pains.
July 20, 2022
Rhyme Rumi Quote Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
157 Words
Categories:
redolence, death, lost love, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Springtime touch unfolds veracious winsome,
colorful rainbow blossom to come.
Tranquil redolence fragrance,
a ballad narrated on carpet grass pleasance.
Crisp dawn enlightens fanciful golden
colors, of purples, pinks, greens, quaint and olden.
Blends float and dance amongst the valley
outstretch, toward enraptured abbey.
Glorious hanging ivy, juniper, kiss
me not plants, all in a garden's vast bliss.
As the fields blossoms quince to thirst
sweet and tender jewels among all to burst.
7/28/2021
Categories:
redolence, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Dreams I've strung together,
Of the Robin on its wing--
Interwoven tenderly
With yarn, and thread, and string.
The redolence of summer
Mingled with the winter breeze--
The image of a starry night,
Of flowers, hills, and trees.
A picture on a naked wall
For everyone to see--
Visions of the hummingbird,
As well the honeybee.
A lively pattern on display
Of hope, as well regret--
Recollections in tranquility
Of the things I can't forget.
The things that I have noticed,
Although tend to overlook--
Like the autumn leaves first falling,
Or the babbling of a brook.
Designs of places unexplored;
Of dawn's triumphant beams--
T is a woven bit of majesty:
A tapestry of dreams.
Categories:
redolence, dream,
Form:
Imagism
Music blended with nature's dark, unbroken cadence and rhapsody.
Waves crashing vigorously, reverberating in my mind with the graceful notes of
the piano, the fragrance of wet foliage and the perfume of wildflowers mingling,
I perceive a view of inspiration for this poet's muse.
Twittering, chirping birds wrapped in the cadenza of a gentle flute drifting, a
bouquet delicate, and pleasing, entwined in the scent of the forest, my wandering
spirit comes closer for a sweet magical glimpse.
The whisper of the wind, a symphony tangled with the violin's quivering, throbbing
melody, such redolence, this penetrating overture for my soul, I lift my eyes to
God's painted sky, gazing beyond the clouds, floating in this unbroken rhapsody.
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September 16, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/Unbroken Rhapsody
Copyright Protected, ID 15-709-929-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Mixed Senses,
sponsor, Nette OnClaud
Fifth Place
Categories:
redolence, music, nature, senses,
Form:
Free verse
The serene shade of the serenading trees,
rippling in the cadence of the spring breeze,
creates the lattice of yearning impression,
filling the space of my fathomless depression.
The bursting golden beams of the sunset blaze,
slicing through the shimmer of the foliage maze,
carry your euphoric essence to my heart,
the harsh time passing me by couldn’t thwart.
The cascading flicker of your sparkling smile,
caressed by the jasmine zephyr for a while,
flows with your fragrance through moonshine
of the ardent night to suffuse the sense of mine.
When in spring the chromatic strands of floral hue
design the panorama of my longing anew,
the buds unfurl the aroma of your redolence in spree,
I perceive you emit the scent of petals for me.
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July 17, 2022
Total word count : 126 (PS Counter)
Contest : Rhyme Rumi Quote
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
Categories:
redolence, analogy, emotions, flower, love,
Form:
Rhyme
when the sky breathes poetry
through sepia-streaked silence,
and the earth reclines, listening
to the music of weeping wisterias~
blowing in the pulse of bleeding paradise,
I swallow sizzling stars
within cloaked scars,
comfortably blanketed
in self-woven wounds.
while you, the prisoner of my past,
keep revisiting empty journals,
lacking crystalline colors of comfort.
as crimson are the lines
across pages of pain,
and rhymes left unwritten~
stretching through margins of misery,
like flowers blooming amidst rain,
like fireflies flickering neon dreams,
oblivious to the darkness
that tastes like delicate storms,
gusting with glistening grief,
undressing dusks shivering
in blazing frost…
O tulip trinkets,
echoing ballads of brokenness~
I ache to surf through crooning chaos
in serene seclusion,
away from the fickle wind and
unseen waves, tortured by
twisted tunes of twilight.
I’ve long been the voice of love,
unsaid, intoxicated on life’s
whimsical woes~
a ghost of a wilted rose,
robed in restless redolence,
befriending demons within,
as shadows too
abandoned the healing
chambers of angst,
reluctant to sway
to chamomile chimes
of euphoric gardens
where roots of ruins
are watered with tanzanite tears…
perhaps the moon
was never mine to keep.
and in this distant affair,
I sing sparks of sorrow
to the soul of salt-kissed sapphires,
wishing the world could comprehend~
how peace is neither a lily nor a bird,
but a weathered tree
stuck in the forsaken
sands of felicity,
an eloquent ambience
where I thrive
in bittersweet solitude…
remember me ~
when clouds veil saffron
of the sanguine sun
and the zephyr forgets my name,
I remain the mistress, dressed in
distressed diamonds,
not a seeker of superficial lies
glazed in greed and gold,
I trace trembling chakras of torrents
with ink and sighs,
exhaling lunar-dust,
like a maestro of yearning,
perfectly flawed and unrefined,
still healing ~
tied to the faded lips
of an
enlightened constellation…
Categories:
redolence, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Vibrant rainbow blossom to come
Idyllic redolence fragrance.
Song retold on garden pleasance.
Error-less scents so admired thrum.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Dawn lightens fanciful golden
Purples, pinks, greens, quaint and olden.
As the fields tiny blossoms hum,
Sweet and tender jewels' outcome.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Where yet forbear spider hides from.
Dandelion fluff dance across
Green grass spirit free and crisscross,
Budding in and upon beach-plum.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome.
2/8/2024
Categories:
redolence, nature,
Form:
Quatern
She was certainly the most beautiful woman I would ever see.
Not appearing to age at all, the young lady's name was Nefertiti.
As my guide, Nef gently took me by the hand.
I saw a beautiful town where anyone else would see just sand.
There were no children in the town, but the adults did not age.
This was a place where the book of time turned no page.
The redolence of orange groves permeated the desert air.
Residents went about their daily business without a care.
I have to return to this place where nobody has to die.
This is a huge task, but it is something I have to try.
based on the novella "Now and Forever, Somewhere a Band is Playing" by the late Ray Bradbury.
Categories:
redolence, adventure, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
It is not how you look,
But how I see you,
With chaste heart and pure eyes,
I solemnize you,
My beloved,
I restraining my fervent blood,
To be recognize not,
I quietly awake,
But you bed yourself in my lines,
As in placid lakes,
Or wave-foam
Earth music
Seas fragrance
In you,
Nakedly clear,
And beautiful to me,
Whether it is your strong hands,
On my breast,
At a primal touch,
Or your ultra thick lips,
Like a musical instrument,
The essentials of your skin,
Color and redolence.
The deep landscape
And meekness of your eyes.
You steal my breathe in a verse,
And I keep writing to you my love.
Copyright©ElenaToledo2009
Categories:
redolence, love,
Form:
Ode
My first drop will come in a sudden knocking on your window pane
for I feel you in my heart crying and calling out his name
with misty eyes
if you’ll glance at me once in a while
and curl up yourself back to bed with your louder cries
I’ll hurl myself by the wind against your sill
strum strings of sweet songs to sense what has gone amiss
melodiously drops… then s s
t d t d
o r 0 r
P o p o
, p p .
. .
Just out there
and at your somber roof
again, I drop
knock
drop
knock
drop
pause a while
hoping
waiting…
If you will finally step into our glassy rendezvous
my scented charm wafts around
redolence of my balmy petrichor embraces you
heals the wounds
and mends your broken heart
Let me cry with you,
wash all your tears away
till my cool breeze drains them up
May I be one of the stewards
to continuously nurture you and this earth
by pouring down God’s loving graces and divine love.
June 5, 2016 10.35pm
Words per line:13,11,9,7,5,3,1
Just a try of the contest
First rain of June poured down around 5pm this afternoon and lasted only 30 minutes. So it’s still humid today in my place.
Categories:
redolence, rain,
Form:
Free verse