Best Reflects Poems
The more we focus on what shines inside
That has us taking this amazing ride
Living life's highest high's
To the stars, so we can mystify
About our love, we won't let slip by
In a place, we can both occupy
Where we see the beauty eye to eye
Baby, it will never be about saying goodbye
You sure know how to make my spirit fly
The good lord would testify
How you taught my heart to reach for the sky
You have to know how hard I try
To give you my love supply
Energising what grows so deep inside
Knowing we have concord love far and wide
How wonderful it feels living without having to hide
Opening up a world that we can justify
Where our life is so electrified
Love that brings on life's most rewarding high
With a woman, who magnifies
All the love that reflects from your eyes
Twinkle night in the starry sky
They look so near but so so far
The moon above in aqua blue
Looking down on me and you
The heavens grace snow laid-en park
Tree's glisten light up the dark
A slight noise disturbs the birds
Whose sanctuary in this white world
Blackened dots against the sky
Flying above you and I
Sea of Tranquillity ocean of stars
Land of Earth, worlds apart
In Midnight Mirrors, Thy Beauty Reflects
In midnight mirrors, thy beauty reflects
rays that brighten the waning moon.
Life serenity, Nature's architects,
find thy grace equal its great boon.
Hold thy touch, for very few deserve
dearest blessings, thy sweetest smile.
Art's true masterpieces pale to thy curves
thy laughter makes it all worthwhile.
Send again, deep cheer thy tender heart spreads
longings to hear thee play and sing.
Within thy soft glows rest bright sunset reds
thy great heart forbids worshiping.
In daylight dreams, thy spirit so renews.
All suffering from lonely blues.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2017
(Sonnet)
Syllables Per Line:10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 Total # Syllables:126 Total # Words:88
sky reflects Autumn
leaves dancing amongst bright clouds
golden autumn sun
mirrors glorious color
gray skies on near horizon
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 11, 2011
The chorus, a cacophony,
as gulls exploded
from the mudflats, on the estuary,
sleet, brain-numbing,
pelted a grey curtain;
with hands thrust deep, pocket jammed,
I felt like Richard Burton,
selling his soul to Hollywood,
not quite the same, though,
when all I sell is death
in Deadwood.
Here come my gulls, scavengers,
teenage patrons ever eager
as bad news messengers,
heads, sloth riddled beneath
baseball caps reversed,
their words, a streetwise patois
fluffed and stammered
badly rehearsed
but I always sense the gist.
There’s no excuse for me,
sedating kids,
passing bags of snow,
blank eyes fixed on the sea;
for all my delusions
cliché’s of market forces
customers, supply and demand
their snorting horses
once were wooden and rocked
not so long ago.
Within me deep
I know what I am,
no, I have no grand illusions,
I know I’m not the man,
not the myth from songs by
The Stones or the Underground,
just a bigger gull feeding
on the little gulls.
I’m no pharmaceutical saviour
in this seaside slum;
the man? I’m not a man
I’m just
scum.
Hear this voice, " You were born a woman:
act like one, the word "Woman" does not mean "Man".
God never makes mistakes in conception,
even when choosing a specific name:
He's not a computer with a glitch, He is perfection!
The lifestyle of the parents are to blame,
it's insane how humans transform themselves
into monsters creating the fierce battle of the sexes!"
Hey, you get off my cloud! Vulgarity is reflected in your character,
your sleaziness comes across as words are spoken;
you hang out where cocaine is sniffed and weed stings on
breath in a den of demons where they breathe poisonous air:
their judgment is withdrawn from their minds to comprehend danger!
Continue to indulge in perverted pleasure, ignore constant warnings:
the thought of decency scares you as your hatred increases;
whatever you plan, it will not succeed: this mind never bends!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
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Life Reflects
bird sat on a perch
ocean reflects upon clouds
rain fills a great void
Haiku, contest entry
08-13-2014
A real image in
mirror reflects egoism
Moon depicts Sun's light
Blue Eyes That Her Glory Reflects
(Through Your Eyes, Visual 4)
Bright glittering gold bleeds into blue eyes,
heart's beauty reflected in calm skies.
Magnificent splendor of my lover's face,
her memory, eternity can not erase!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-12-2015
Written for contest..
Nette's contest, "Through Your Eyes"
Number of words used was max, 25 words.
Visual 4..
Note-I was inspired greatly by this theme and the picture given and wrote a much longer poem but this is the short version allowed by contest requirements.
The long poem is in my private journal.
I see me
there
in you -
those brown-ink eyes …
I see you, too
(that’s our difference)
the abyss
that drowns me -
pretty poison
I breathe like salvation …
now I realize
you CAN’T see me
for I am phantom
and you
are the glittered girl …
I died for.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 23, 2023
Early in the day o’er in Eastern sky
Dawn comes, then sunrise =
Morning comes over the horizon
Into a new day filled with surprise
Standing in the country garden
While the grass is moist with dew
Pink roses emit their sweet perfume,
I watch the heav’nly canvas rise anew
There are colors beyond imagination
Pinks, lavender, reds and streaks of gold
The Master Artist at work for our joy
Providing all our eyes can behold
There, too, is the sun – big, yellow, bright
Ever so gently rising over the hill
This sun God’s creation to reveal Himself
The earthly reminder of the spiritual Father
As the yellow light gradually moves across the sky
I think of how I am the one rotating
Not the sun going around and around
It is planet Earth moving; I’m meditating
A song of long ago told of the sun being “lucky”
“He has nothing to do but roll around heaven all day”
God’s creation always has something to do
The sun gives light for us to find our way
‘”Oh good Lawd above, don’t you know I’m pinin’
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver linin’
Take me to paradise…”*
Like the poor man “pinin’”
We can become miserable as we surmise—
We can forget to look upward
Failing to see God’s guidance with our eyes
In Psalm nineteen verses one through six**
“The heavens declare the glory of God,
And the firmament shows His handiwork”
We learn speech and knowledge without sound
The sun as a strong man moves as in a race
Going forward from the end of heaven
With his circuit unto the ends of it
Nothing is hid from the heat” of the sun
Meditation time is over; I am ever thankful
For the blessing of the sun’s steady movement
And my balancing myself on revolving Earth—
God reveals and teaches with His firmament
Pinin’ times will come, miserable we will be
Our Father God is aware of our humanity;
His sun’s painted canvases always
Opens and close the day for you and me
Nature reflects God - He planned it that way
We are the caretakers every day
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
* " That Lucky Old Sun (Just Rolls around Heaven All Day) "
music by Beasley Smith and words by Haven Gillespie, 1949
** Psalm 19:1-6 Holy Bible
My obsession with writing implements is getting out of hand,
while not quite turning out as planned. I’m still without
that vintage Montblanc, but I’m saving a place in my cabinet
for it, right in the middle where it’ll really shine.
a good pen is
necessary for writing
rivers of ink
I collect all sorts of pens, varieties of nibs allow me to create poetry and illustrate it too; it allows me to create universes. With the ink, I am in flow.
the power of
the fountain pen
creating worlds
My pride is a toss-up between Parker Blue Diamonds and Esterbrooks; if they don’t glide like silk across the page
my creativity stalls. What is given to me, echoes through my soul.
the rivers that flow
from my soul onto the page
channeled scenes
3-24-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 26) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
left looks for defects
the right all things imperfect
blame the weak effect
loud verbosity inflects
propaganda hate infects
By
David Kavanagh
as fire glows in
Desert flowers' beam reflects
petals ignites love
a wave of heat hits
radiates over the ground
reflects a mirage
Russell Sivey