Best Repose Poems
The trees have put on their emerald gowns,
Oh, the lush dark green, the fresh lime and sage;
And all the twittering, chirping song sounds,
Of birds, hidden in a tree of old age.
I put down my shopping bags and repose,
Lovely, in the shade of a drooping branch;
I take off my shoes and wiggle my toes,
Dandelions float like an avalanche.
The fresh perfume of lilac is drifting,
It is heaven to linger in this place;
The tranquility is so uplifting,
It is just nice to slow down the pace.
I could stay here forever with this tree,
But, sadly my life is calling for me.
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May 26, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/Oh, To Repose
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 7952-19-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest, Best Sonnet
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Alone
Under stone
The road ends here
Grave of bones
I reached out to caress
The past, and her sweet heart so blessed
Tears water down flowers, that one day shall wilt
For even they, gave up on loves bloom
I have been devoid of heart long ago
Dead to the living
Living for the dead
Love does that, so do not dread
She, who stole the essence of me,
Where ever she shall be buried
My bones may lie over yonder
My heart lies heavy, with the phantom of she
The past burying all, to the one and last
Says I
Alone under grey washed gravestone
At long last
Père Lachaise
Solitude value
Depends on one’s self only
Prison, heaven, hell
It may be sanctuary,
As we ourselves make it up.
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Fifth place winner in
Contest: T(H)anka Me by Chris Aeichtner
The winds breathe in evenings soul of darkness,
And night comes trailing a gown, black and velvety;
Inky i n k y black, deeply mysterious and moonless,
An endless canopy;
A deathlike silence,
A nightingale song calls;
Somewhere a night owl hoots,
hoot hoot h o o t HOOT . . .
Lucid silence,
A quiescence.
N I G H T- a time for prayer and for weeping,
The spirit of darkness comes creep c r e e p i n g;
In the quietness and stillness my sleepy eyes close,
And I pull the curtain of . . . . repose
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June 13, 2016
Poetry/Verse/The Curtain Of Repose
Copyright Protected, ID 16-800-095-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Night Silence
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Third Place
Comes autumn with grasslands and trees lush
As mauve pallet begins to recreate
The exuberance of a new season's joy;
While air tangy floats on lamplight, its mirth
Enkindlina comfort as time breathes a while
To relish life's harvest ... senses enthralled;
When lovers. elders under moon embrace
Slow-dance of fall ... twigs dropping their lines:
For only autumn's flair can grant relief-
Through hope,upon cycle's tint, stem to leaf!
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Pre-Written 5/28/2018 Submitted 6/30/2018
Best Verse Poem in May 2018
Awaking a bit early, amid her crisp Autumn's air; Sunday October 13th
Just past his first watch and slightly pleasing this soothing melody; Love's....
Child rising at the dawn of another day; somewhat intriguing as fitting perhaps
Symbolic's place in space, be time ? Nefarious meaning no bejeweled these horizons
Beyound the skies a light so bright and diamond eyes; their vertical cross ? Nineteen sixty-six
Seven years of age; Charles Schultz his Charlie Brown waiting for Lucy within, this pumpkin patch..
Je t'aime, sequined in rhinestone such scenes ? Cosmetic, her purely feminine; an infants, anniversary.
Once I finish oiling rusty joints and dusting these old bones,
it's time set off on down the trail.
Where I'll head I haven't a clue;
by heaven perhaps to find you.
No, not some yellow brick road,
a highway for the broken and in-firmed.
Cracked and crumbled; musty and stale,
pathway to lost dreams express rail.
Cacophony slideshow playing in my mind,
as I slide into my seat to speed along.
A thousand what-if's circle to choose;
though now no regrets and nothing left to lose.
Finally my stop time to depart,
the repository of a million unseen dreams.
Doors drag open creaking as they go
gazing upon shelves stacked packed high and low.
Some like boxes shiny sparkling new,
others hanging darkly; skeletons waiting to pounce.
So many choices of where to start,
eternity to shuffle through the trappings of my hidden heart.
All the forks along my road,
ready to explore a life's worth of could have been's!
Oh the glee, to see my dreams and greatest glory,
sifting through my un-lived repository!
REPOSE
Sunrise…
Clouds…
Pines…
Boat on river
Wings
appear
in lemony-
resurgence
Mounds
red
green
blue, pink
Lullaby
waters
of orange
Koolaid
A nodding
forehead
sees none
of this
Heaven’s
kiss
completely
mist
6/25/2021
Fragrance of a rose, within our heart grows,
soul feeling each sigh, with a mindful eye,
blissful in the boat, that God Himself rows,
flowing in free float, bidding fears goodbye.
Love’s readymade, in God’s heavenly glade,
where vibrant and aglow, in stillness slow,
with debts repaid, in stream of joy we wade,
soul steps retrace, till who we are we know.
There’s nothing we do as bliss beats renew,
treating with affection, both friend and foe,
our aura glistens like fresh morning dew,
as breath by breath we feel God’s grace endow.
Simple is the path, we so tread upon ~
Weaving thread of love, each moment reborn
Blessed slumber, revival of the being nightly repose
Fitful, restless haunting nightmares, staring at the moon and stars
Bag less upright morning never stimulation needed
Inhale blue skies
Mountain Wild flowers, alpine
Pillow for the soul
Slumber beseeched this sight which closed
In warmth of silence to brush repose....
Silkened choirs of soft voices heard
Scions whispers gracing ivories notes ~
As carriages gliding atop sweet serenities
Keys as visions amid these their dreams
In violet hues composed upon the candescent walls
Awakening vistas once held dormant inside
Portraitures, panoramic blinds....
Reciprocating their eye shadow etchings these, cosmetic designs
Until, slumber beseeched this sight which closed
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In warmth of silence, to brush repose ~
When your heart’s been broken,
Or your spirit’s feeling low.
And you’re looking for direction,
A place where you can go.
Remember that although the pace,
May at often time seem slow.
Your faith will be your shelter,
A place where you can grow.
Don’t hide behind the shadow,
Of another’s dream.
For while you seek the river,
They may be searching for a stream.
So if the day looks cloudy,
The sun, not in your sight.
What may seem your darkest hour,
Is just a still and restful night.
Joanna Davis
Trees are glazed and bent.
In silent chill they breathe on
laden down with ice
laced with delicate design.
Winter's majesty unfolds.
for Tanka Me Fall Or Winter contest
written 11/7/2013
Loves temperamental warm waters
Flow from heart to heart in sweet repose
As delicate as a butterflies wings
As fragrant as a valley of flowers
As soft and tender as the petals of a flourishing rose.
A fusion of souls
Cast from the same mould
The greatest treasure a gift from God
That mankind can behold.
An exciting awakening of deep emotion
Romance the glue that bonds two hearts so true
With up most devotion
As pure and unblemished
As new fallen snow
As fresh and invigorating as a clear mountain stream
The path to golden sunsets
The gateway
To our hearts desire
And longed for dreams.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. June.