Best Rima Poems
The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below
Christmas songs — let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself
On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light
There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind
Keep this Christmas spirit — share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness
Christmas is forever — and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey
Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior
Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see
That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe
To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior — Amen! Amen!
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)
"we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred"
When heavy clouds shroud the moon with lotus lies,
we walk through fiery flashes of illusion,
seeking blurred validation from starless skies,
whilst in uncertainty, hearts find seclusion.
Darkness unfurls crowned eagle feathers to rise,
letting ego flee through alchemist's vision,
surrender to serenity glazed with gold,
there's a sunset that slumbers in rain so cold.
Grace ebbs and flows through ripples of black and white,
listen to the sagas of echoing breeze.
In the abyss of your soul, is cosmic light,
and with faith intact, confined fears we shall freeze.
When doubts we cleanse through clear consciousness in sight,
keys to a meadow, mirroring inner trees,
Standing firm, unshakable midst storms of strife,
In zen we reap colors to the root of life.
But betwixt twisted tendrils, bud of peace weighs,
and It is from the demise of pride, zest thrives.
Transforming rusty browns to vermilion rays,
a prism of sparkling hope, through which mind survives.
Love is an essence served in jasmine arrays,
whilst with compassion embraced, contentment strives.
So let shackles of shallow shadows unchain,
behold the aura of pink roses to reign.
He knew how to turn up the soil and seed,
Before the sun got hot by summer's glade;
And on his lips recounting roses creed
He gently viewed them as they swayed;
Together in a garden built of tweed
A bloom-vestige of grace, softly arrayed;
And as the gardener drank his amber tea,
he thought of roses and he thought of me.
Sun golden shining warm upon the back speaks
wind cutting cold chills freezing thoughts held
captivating love standing a vigil faraway dream
Touching warm fingers of light in a deep blue painted sky
bewitching clouds gunbarrel grey shooting magic wishes
silver shading arrow points out into the softest peach charms spells
Everything spellbinding shines amazing beautiful enchanting
snow covered mountains cold winds howling and whistling tunes
bells in the distance calls you're the rock one clings to on Trawbrega's shores
Drawing behind the eyes wind bellowing whispers a blessing tides turn waves
inside joy burns one candle warmly flickering happiness butterflies dance
blue blazes to see the soul of a deeply treasured jewel forever sings
unrhymed tercet
The Moon, The Swan, The Rose
I see an enchanted image that you’ve never dreamed of
With reflections twinkling while dancing on wave drops
Of a dreamy blue lake that is a mirror of one white swan
A dancing beauty with a pureness that blesses this water
She floats like a princess with such an elegance and grace
As splendor ripples through a lens of her divine existence
A canvas painting as one masterpiece beyond compare
As the moonlight manifests a sweet rose in my dreams
Beautiful to desire now that nothing shall be disturbed
Within a frozen memory a brilliant diamond illuminates
As the full moon’s image enters the depths of her soul
And a sad, certain loneliness leaves her spirit exhausted
Arising before my eyes on the wings of angels I see all
Clearly now with an excited, fluttering magical heartbeat
Believe me—that this eternal blue sky is incredibly real
With a golden orb of light colors reflecting so exquisitely
Now as majestic images of God’s Heaven appear above
I see His very image of the Moon, the Swan, and the Rose
Anne-Lise Andresen, Gary Bateman, and Liam McDaid
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 2, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)
I see God in nature, surrounded in the beauty of our earth.
As God may speak with his spark of life dwelling in me,
Expressed though HIS thoughts in my poetic word’s birth.
“Now all of my children born and reborn in this world,
I will be your parent, grand teacher, and protector.
Know you are part of me as your earthly body is unfurled.
Fragrant flowers should be known as your sister and brother.
Breathe in deeply of the varied glorious tree’s blessed breath;
A gift from me, your omnipotent father and mother.
Each season praises that divine dominion of poetry.
With each season new life emerges with the beginning of spring
Into the warmth of summer across verdant fields and forestry.
Do not fear as I cause autumn season’s winds to blow
In seeming wrath, set upon colorful trees, leaves are freed
To invite winter and the blessings of new fallen snow.
Receive my blessing of light that opens a direct path to me.
Let it shine bright in your life, in all that you say and do.
Share your delight of this blessing through inspired poetry.
Be aware of your words for they embrace the real you.
Others may be hurt by careless words spoken.
Remember, words mean as much as your actions do.
Any kindness you display by reaching out to those in need
Is always a welcome gift and returned to you in kind,
Only in much more abundance to help YOU succeed.
As you question the heavenly stars in their distant galaxies
The answers lie within yourself, if you will be still and meditate.
You may seek the truth in your own mind for life’s realities.
I am near you always, within and without, have no doubt.
I only wish you love and happiness, even though I know
You must experience difficult times to learn what life’s about.
For you are my child and I rejoice in lessons you’ve learned of.
Teach your children to revere and love me, not fear me,
I’m here to guide and protect them, for you see, I am LOVE!”
Please put your trust in me both below and above
For my divine power and glory is centered in love.
© Connie Marcum Wong
For Brian Johnston’s contest: “God’s Kind of Poetry”
My dearest orchid
Eastern flower of divine beauty
You whisper my name raising the spirit high
Jasmine sweetly kissing air
In one breath of your aroma
Drifting thoughts sail over the moon
Wrapped in your passion calling me yours
No matter what may come our way
You own this heart skipping beat
Dreaming in your starlight
Touched by the dew teardrops of night
Destiny leaves footprints
Purity of truths heart
Sweet miracle of love
I know there is an angel watching over us
Daydreams walking into the clouds
Hold eve to the late kiss
This soulful sanctuary sings enchanting heartbeats
Embracing this Heavenly dream
Discovering a newborn Kingdom
Always drying your tears reborn beautiful beams
(unrhymed tercets)
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
Thinking memories back in my childhood
Only the meaningful ones I recall
I have so many, some bad and some good
Camping in winter, spring, summer and fall
Biking and hiking through paths made of dirt
Playing my most favorite sports- baseball
Rolling down mountains, grass stains on my shirts
So shy was I, so very soft spoken
Flirting with schoolgirls in short mini-skirts
I still have that amusement park token
Hanging in arcades with some of my peers
My first girlfriend- she left me heartbroken
Remembering...I find myself in tears
So many memories, all of my years
Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
11/25/2020
The chaotic cadence of falling rain
begins striking the pavement in evening's hours.
Up on the roof I hear the steady gain
of drops as sprinkling now becomes a shower.
The last of daylight's doves have all been slain
by a murder of crows in midnight flower.
Pins of light in puddles are raptors' eyes
that watch with growing fire the blackening skies.
Odd lines 1-7: ten syllables
Even lines 2-8: eleven syllables
“recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind,
like breezes blown ..."
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As Time Slips By
As time slips by and days grow short
a troubled chill hangs in the air,
and life clings to its last resort.
Now gone are days of summers fair
that sated all my fantasies
with youthful bliss and time to share.
But lately drifting with the breeze
and lighting gently in my mind
while putting aging thoughts at ease
are reveries that now unwind
revealing in their beauty shown
like treasures once again I find.
These memories are mine alone
of days gone by and dreams once known.
October 13, 2022
Poem of the Day - October 14, 2022
Take me into the realm of your midnight dreams awakening sleep
Bring us to a higher level far away from misery and despair
Where waves through oceans are kissed by a salted breeze blowing
A place where mind can fly upon strong waves, straight lines on white sheets
Trembling currents grasp one breathless moment holding time
No one will not lead us, even if it blows up to storm force gale
Circle of twilight's halo under magic spells cast breathing fire starbursts
Stars living on self produced energy under horizon's steps forward
A mirror reflection of a faraway kingdom reflecting of the sun
Faced with light internally stored faithful mercy yields
We call life a mystery unforgettable the words of faith, hope and love
Crowning angels you came before me a queen
Defeating the dragons and fighting wolves from preying sacrifice
We find a personal point of common ground held in between world's
Viewing life as the canvas we paint upon our memories
29.04.2017
(Unrhymed tercets)
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Oh, Nature’s spree, your artistic scene exceeds!
Quaint the plash of paints upon the frilly bloom
hued with sunrise splash in skies as night recedes,
lush your brush, alive with rays and pinkish plume.
Artsy petals feed her fashionista needs
draped in shades of goddess dawn, not moony gloom.
O, jealous moon, remember jasmine’s ardor.
Flaunt, rose of Sharon, posed beyond the arbor.
Susan Ashley
September 26, 2022
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Ottava Rima Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
*rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c
*syllables verified: PoetrySoup; 11 syllables per line
*rhymes verified: rhymezone.com
*plash: noun; a gentle splash, verb; to splash gently
*Photo: WilsonBrosGardens.com
Dancing with the sunbeams deep sea reflections
so beautiful adoring on cloud nine sitting pretty
upon golden sands shifting salt of the ocean turns
Each wave a blessing in disguise
standing regal one moment in time
looking back captivating starlight was born
Mirrors mist over arched jewels colour radiance
fixing thoughts on an image beholding your word
no diamond ever cut comes close to you
Bluebells in chime are shadows in training,
beech trees rising in a sheltering sky.
Sunlight peeks through, the merest of raining,
to guide the mauve buds to darkness close by.
Wind in the forest wafts in refraining.
Violet implores the young they must fly.
But until they're ready fledglings must wait
to one day assume their amethyst fate.
1st Place
Early July Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
7/4/17
How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to her he often gave?
What stiff buds like hands in prayer since drawn
in oils on canvas did she seem to crave?
“White angels,” she did sing the day they wed.
Again he placed them here now she was dead,
as he'd done each year upon her birthday.
The emerald garden and granite stones
still looked untouched. The olive trees now swayed
as ever had in June. As white as bones,
statues silent, but proud as gods portrayed,
were yet his marble friends and not undone
by tears. My Angel White was she when wed,
he mused again, his feelings still unsaid.
A thousand memories like ivy spill
over the wall behind his quiet chair.
Such fervent whispers in a windless chill
go through his head of sparse and silver hair.
So many letters from an inkless quill
he wrote alone as though they'd reach her there.
A thousand roses white as angels tread
upon his dreams, keep singing in his head.
But now the car was packed, the house was sold.
Their young sons all were grown and since moved out.
He blurted forth, “My darling, now I'm old.
The boys are grown and all are strong and stout;
I know that you'll be safe within their fold.
I must move, have a life that's now about
the years that I have left. I'll always hold
those times we had as precious as though gold.”
He stood and put the chair into the car.
He cried upon the freeway for some time,
the new life in the desert still afar
from coastal past and reminiscent clime.
A new home that he'd found could be on par
with what he'd now let go. Had come the time
when he must vanquish sacred angels white.
And thus he drove into the coming night.
8/20/17