Best Ribbon Poems
Mementos in a box, from years gone by
Thought to have been disposed of long ago
A glance, when something purple caught my eye
A ribbon from someone I used to know
I gently gave a tug like way back when
It slipped from it's confines just like before
Then instantly relived it all again
And just like her, it leaves me wanting more
But even though it was so delicate
This ribbon in it's femininity
Tied in her hair it looked so elegant
Yet strong enough to bind her memory
This ribbon with it's strength beyond compare
Ties fifty years to my first love affair
By Daniel Turner
Ribbon Dance
Ribbons fly in graceful loops
flung by hands of maidens fair,
as they dance with turns and twists,
rainbow ribbons fill the air.
Curves of wonder, colors bright
like a rainbow, mesmerize.
Music, synchronized, combine
gifts of art through ears and eyes.
Rainbow ribbons rise and fall,
twisting, turning high and low.
Led by movements of skilled hands,
twirl an endless color flow.
Like a rainbow, colors blend
and create a mystic trance,
through the art of maidens fair;
dancers of the Ribbon Dance.
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Contest: Rainbows
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 11/09/2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Chinese New Year & Celebrations
Theme: Ribbon Dance
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 02/15/2015
river ribbon winds through green - hills burst gold with tangerine
For Rick Parise's Nature Monoku Contest
Submitted Aug 5, 2021 for 'A Brian Strand 1,2 or 3 line' Contest
The Kiss
Breasts
Symbol of nurture,
womanhood
Mens obsession
Natures gift turned to curse
Mastectomy,
Your identity confused
A great loss,
You choose life
Taking no chances
You stare at yourself in the mirror
Feeling your loss
Crying
Grieving
But you are still here
Thankful
Your fight has ended
Still the battle wounds
Are engraved on your body
Carved into your spirit
As you husband walks into the room
Ashamed you cover yourself
He gently pulls your arms aside
Slowly kisses your scar
He looks lovingly at your body
then he gazes into your eyes
In a soft whisper, he says
"Darling, you have never been more beautiful."
With the dawning of the day
Like a fertile vine
which creeps
amidst the purple hues
of Tuscan fields
I yield my fruit
Before first autumn rain
these eyes
in wait for you
Starved like a harvest moon
you come to me
Silk honey of dusk
An opalescent shadow
descending
in the cradle of my arms
Feeding nectar from my lips
Ravishing my soul
Amusing my solitude
with blazing fire
Upon scarlet foliage
Our kiss
'Neath cashmere sheets
your breath within me
Dolce Vino
Those fingers
on my neck's nape
Viola in concerto
In sleep ,once again in dreams
where eyelids close
to the bliss of twilight dew
I see you.
Dedicated to the man in my life !
With the dawning of the day
like a fertile vine
which creeps amidst
the purple hue
of Tuscan fields
I yield my fruit
Before first autumn rain
I wait for you
Starved like a harvest moon
you come to me
Silk honey of dusk
A shadow,descending
in the cradle of my arms
feeding nectar from my lips
repeaning my soul
with blazing fire
amuzing my solitude
On scarlet foliage-your kiss
In sleep your breath within me
~Dolce Vino~
Your fingers on my neck's nape
~Viola in concerto~
In sleep,once again in sleep
where eyelids close
to the bliss of twilight dew
I see you
Dedicated to a great dad to our newborn...my husband
Bent fingers trace embroidered leaves
on satin and long lacy sleeves.
Blush roses, twenty-six she counts--
A French word she can't now pronounce.
She blows dust from old envelopes
tied with blue ribbons and her hopes.
The letters penned by her true mate.
Over his name, she... hesitates.
A trunk in attic soon became
her refuge from days all the same.
Photos dwelling midst her daydreams,
and keepsakes of sweet seventeen.
She thought he'd walk up Dusty Lane;
he might appear, along with rain
and wash away her endless tears;
bring summer nights and happy years.
A wedding date that came and passed;
memories cut like broken glass.
A heartache like the roaring wind,
returning nightly without end.
She lived alone among the ghosts
of dances, laughter, champagne toasts.
Altho eccentric, she was bright;
looked forward to impending night.
Aunt Agnes passed at ninety-three;
still wore her ring for all to see.
Memories left for wind to tend;
they have beginnings but no end.
A lonely silver ribbon
Caught my eye today
A remnant of a shopper’s rush
Left on the shelf to say
I can sparkle, take me home
My Christmas plans are few
And I would relish nothing more
Than wrapping gifts for you
So as it spoke in ribbon speak
Calling out my name
I thought of how I’d once felt
Not chosen for a game
I bought that silver ribbon
And took it home with me
And now it sits so sparkling bright
Underneath my tree
If people were like ribbon
Perhaps, we’d keep in mind
That Christmas can be lonely
When you’re left behind
Looking back at the Earth, I can't really describe how beautiful it is from 300 miles up. Looking down, you can tell it's a planet. The sky is black. There's just a thin blue ribbon, what we see as blue sky on Earth. You realize how small it is and how fragile the planet is. - Astronaut Mike Good
cradled by darkness
earth's scattering, lustrous breath
fights fragility
5 May 2016
Crimson ribbon across the darkening sky
Toys sweetly with exquisite hints azurite
Sublime whisper in the stillness of the night
Dulcet as a fluttering wings' butterfly
Ignoring warnings of atrophy's caution
Tightening the fatal corset to her heart
Beware of jealousy's evil counterpart
Watching it adrift beyond the horizon
Neath veil opaque set free most venomous ache
Draining weary soul of stagnant tears and fears
With returning tide the hope of buoyant years
Await sunrise as she awakes at daybreak
Submitted on September 16, 2018 for contest ENCLOSED RHYME sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 1ST
Rivulets of ice hung greedily
to the barren, brown, basalt,
like ribbon-candy in a baby’s hand.
The sweet, wet, drool oozed from Mother Earth,
like a frozen curtain draping the mist scattered day,
hiding the promise of spring.
The fuchsia ribbon
through her hair ...
more than spangle,
bound tight around
her tenacious heart,
the shining symbol
of sinews sacrificed,
precious flesh ruined,
moments with family
given to contention.
She removed it ...
tenderly secured her
little one's ponytail,
her tears christening
a transcendent hope.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Brian's Select 4, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Ribbon" Free Verse Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Enter
in a hue
pulled from a rainbow
the blue roan
in a garland of blue roses
setting a tone
for the sky alone to compete
5/5/2019
A Garland Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Cast A Long Shadow
Lying in my bed dying,
Not wanting to let go.
Everyone keeps crying.
Seeing myself like Van Gogh!
Don't let go its mystifying
Cast a long shadow
Floating through the air
Doctors scrambling here and there
Nurses working to be prepared.
Cast a long shadow
Sitting in a chair
Beginning to say my prayer
Blue Ribbon Moment Monoku
school rule...don't slide down banisters...rule ignored...caught by principal's arms
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