Best Rivaling Poems
Stealing a kiss in front of your friends,
ignites that twinkle within your eyes.
And fueled by your sensual smile
desire assures passion never dies.
You possess exceptional beauty,
rivaling that of the rising sun.
Should clouds gather and teardrops plummet,
we snuggle close, till the storm is done.
You're my inspiration, and my muse;
the guardian angel of my heart.
You mean more to me than life itself;
and always have, from the very start.
Two souls made one: eternally joined
within the fabric of time and space.
And it feels like I'm in paradise:
each time I see your angelic face.
Ethereal rays of light
dilute darkness into grey.
Ebony fades with the night;
only shadows; defy day.
A spiderweb casts a hue
of iridescent flashes.
And the morning mist drips dew;
in intermittent splashes.
Dawn splits reality's realm
into scenes rivaling dreams.
As songbirds sing in the elm,
while sunbeams gild golden streams.
Dragonflies and bumblebees
flex crackled cellophane wings.
And the sun warms every breeze,
smug with the heat that it brings.
Slivers of light pierce my eye;
filtered through a rusty screen.
And rustling leaves flutter high,
in a canopy of green.
Collisions avalanche, beneath the icy
Waves, of the North Atlantic.
Birthed in the cradled of Belfast,
A maritime giant, became crimsoned,
By champions shattered tradition,
An ironic omen presence to come.
For she bares tragedy’s mark, the name
Given to this colossus, the titanic.
An aquatic diamond gem, of ocean
Liners, refined and polished for the
Privileged elite.
A jewel shinning, with a brilliance fire,
No vessel could rival, this grand ladies,
Opulence.
The unsinkable legend survives even,
From under the brimey fathoms depths.
In the whispering wind echoes, carried
Just above the foam and sprays watery
Crest, a haunting refrain is spoken,
Ice burg dead ahead.
A sheer ice blade, is driven into the
Hulls breast plate, puncturing the maid
On her maiden voyage.
Death's fiddler plays an eerie tune,
As the screaming chorus sings,
Dooms lullaby, of remorseful regrets,
Of the living dead.
Abandon ship, women and children
First, but life’s greed proceeds protocol,
And man take seats reserved while
Others are simply left empty.
A once shinning star, is broken now
In two, rivaling in pain, she the
Grand lady, shutters, grasping for
Some hold, but fates evil hand
Pulls her beneath the frozen
Angry sea.
To rest at the bottom of titan's
Kingdom, in a crept mausoleum of
Seaweed, and coral debris.
Yet the Titanic still remains the
Diamond jewel of the seven seas,
Her mystery's beauty, a mystic
Inspiring mankind to solve
The questions that remain,
Unanswered.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
HISTORICAL
Converging forces, volatile and caustic
Magnetism drew us two poles together
south on south
Defying physics ,advice, and common sense
We tempted fate and dove in
...in straight jackets
Your unabashed, uninhibited way drove me wild
Impetuous like a child, I was the toy
My outspoken, wild, and lively heart lured you in
Your rivaling sexuality compelled me
Fires burning bright and lively, shining in one space
Feeding off the common oxygen
Meeting in the middle, devouring each other
Our flames' outer flickering intertwined and danced
Oh so hot, we moved the earth
Making love for all it's worth...
...sweating, gasping, grabbing rapture
Competitive inclination drove
erotic mingling to crescendo
One step past the edge
sex was sport and we gladiators
Appeased one another's arena
We could never be...My best friend, My BEST lover
An equation seemingly perfect from every side
Her Thunder and mine
could never exist in one space
Aware of this...parting ways completely
Neither she or I could bare
a friendship remainder
in these maddening mathematics
I remember those times of unawareness.
The innocent circle of found trust.
Its purity and purpose voicing its strategy, before the fallen chips of caution led to tragedy.
Perhaps spotting our pursuit through these lands of grassy plains, where classy dames sip tequila and deceive the family name.
I struggle with challenge the arrow of cupids aim, in a kevlar suit burning in a sodium lithium flame.
We listen to opinions to make up our own, we hear and we think, and we urge to be grown.
A prophetic miracle some says pathetic to believe in, with an acrid bitterness and refuse what they're seeing.
A distant group of archers camouflaged amongst the woods.
Stood freezing there like statues like hidden busts they would,
Move if they could, but something takes a hold and the rest of us conceal ourselves in the safety of our homes.
Fearing the autonomous and the documents they grasp.
Us occupants are promised choice though its dominance they hand.
Like Romulus I'll disappear in the storm and send the tidal waves to shore like in the bible.
Roaring floods off Babylon for serving other idols.
In this basic life style riled up with rivaling sides of my minds vitals.
Brain child wildly rifling through his lifes cycle.
Once upon a times a lie you live untill the end.
Through these winters discontent hibernating waiting for the summer time again, but summer came and went without the sun, instead was wet.
Self confidence a strength which some of us pretend.
We learn as we grow older like owls grey and wise my friend
You cant take anything you own from life over into death.
It makes sense to have the things you want while you can before the call.
Yet remember when you have it it's not good to want for more.
Come hither with haste and stay with me my saviour, let us break, the ties that bind
together all animosity and hate.
Its an anomaly we face and confessions we should make.
Knowing a smart enemy hits where you surely think you're safe.
Transpiring for tranquility,
For that loving long embrace…
Once again, I look away from my existence
And meet your precious gaze
Of whom do we owe our lives, our hearts, our time?
To the one who has died, or the one that dies yet still, for you..?
I ignore the moments of pleasure so trivial in blinded eyes,
To focus my awareness of your bleeding cadence
I see the fury of jealousy riding on the outlines of your jaw
The tension in your frown, the pain in your still, genuine smile
Your face becomes soft in my presence, though from a distance,
You are terminally coarse
You are breaking, awakening by the frenzy of my love,
Crying so darkly for my mind to comprehend your doomed destiny
And in spurts of silver moments,
I do see you,
In all pools of blood and tears,
Mixing with all of the familiar hesitancies and fears
I am fighting now, to push away the useless light of the ignorant multitude
Parting from their detached arrays, into your sweet supple gaze
Where freely the tears fall upon my breast,
Tortuous, the pulse begs merciless against my chest
Your pupils enlarge, rivaling the world in my stare
Perspiring peace glistening in our blend
We realize in this union we owe each other nothing
For we have died together, loved freely, and lived
To suffer again no more
-For Justin Bordner's "The Crosses In Your Eyes" Contest-
Breathe laden islands rise and fall
beneath the steam graced surface of clear water,
capped with rosettes, red-brown, silken, warm,
beaded with water running in rivers
down mountainsides of flesh, puddling,
in the darken depression of navel.
The water rises, about kneecaps
pristine and alabaster in hue.
Angular shoulders hug the far end of the tub.
A slender neck held aloft, crowned with auburn hair
and hazel eyes, changling orbs, of green and gold
an a oval face rivaling Modigliani’s Madonna.
A ruddy glow spreads across high cheekbones.
The rising water submerges all,
but porcelain neck and upturned face,
tendrils, tresses, coil, splay on still water.
Lids droop languidly, lips pout petulantly,
and still the water rises
buoying delicate arms, ending in fingers
...avidly playing.. upon
the pearl white key to desire.
Feeling romantic; in this seat of seventeen stories
This far up, I plainly see the wind beneath the bushes and trees
So tell me, Angel, in front of me, is this your view of our glories?
Did this experience give you peace enough to please?
Or was I boring to you with my thoughts, deep interrogatories?
When I enjoy the best of my life, from a bended pair of knees
It's because the weight is so great of our inventories
There is no scale I know of that measures to their degrees
But oh, the heat that is produced by such fabled stories
Rivaling a summer tradewinds warmest breeze
I've waded with you in seaside shallows
'til love led us deeper than surface shoals.
With fervid passion, I've become blind
to everything except the need for you,
emotions rivaling the holiest hallows
inside my heart to make me whole.
We've reached the pinnacle point
of avowing a promise of foreverness.
Too late to swim ashore, for I'm drowning
in the whirlpools swirling in your eyes
beseeching you to love me... forever more.
You are to me ~ a tempting tormentor
whose whispers fondle my neck and face.
Your breath caresses each exotic place
bringing seductive sensations to my spine.
In depths of desire, I flirt with my demons,
and admit the temptation is devilishly divine.
Our shadows dance and secretly swoon,
in melodic waves beneath the moon.
I'm entranced when you call me your angel
and that your heart beats with a burning desire
or you say, "I am your passionate slave."
You see, I've memorized your metaphors,
the ones that deeply delve into my core.
Each time you express your emotions
in sensual lines of prurient poetry,
your words outshine the light of dawn.
Our language of love is not always spoken
through parted lips and fingertips...
More often concealed inside of us.
It's what our amorous hearts
ask our adoring eyes to quietly reveal.
snow is exquisitely beautiful
when it is fresh, it dazzles like rhinestones
rivaling water droplets on a spider’s web
snow is pristine before we make steps in it
she brings a magic
replicated by nothing else
refreshing, enlightening, revitalizing
she changes the ambiance of air and field
nothing changes a day as fast as pristine white snow
Tomorrow Is Another Day
Indeed, today’s
‘been no crystal stairway’;
rather, more of a steep
winding staircase
with veiled challenges
rivaling the trials of old Job;
and making a mockery
of the efforts of old Sisyphus.
My bridge
over troubled waters
proved too weak
to bear me over—
falling under the weight
of my burdens
as if a grasshopper
bridled to haul bales of hay.
So stop whining child—
‘bout no desert with supper:
the pre-paid pizza
an error in house address.
Tomorrow
is another day.
Your Love, My Every Thought
Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes
There I may soon see the wonderous sky
feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
embrace all woodland glory I may find
Beauty brings soft memories of you
flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
my mind soon rested and without a care
I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought
Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014
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The tulips are blooming out in full array
Lifting colorful cups to sway in the breeze,
Reds, yellows, and pinks appeared today
No longer fearing an early spring freeze.
Like a dance troupe they appear in pose
A performance anticipated at Eastertide,
In beauty rivaling the late summer rose
A spectrum of beauty never to be denied
While Mother Nature greens the earth,
Ethereal whispers glide through the trees
Echoing once again spring’s sounds of mirth
Everywhere this resurrection the eye sees.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written April 24, 2022
submitted to "Spring Rhyme" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
I met a man -
one could hardly deem old.
His smile was warm, yet
his hands were quite cold.
I asked the gentleman:
“Do you remember my name?”
I queried the chap:
"Do you know why I came?"
I solemnly wondered
if this tranquil soul heard.
Again, the man beamed;
speaking nary a word.
I harkened his heart
'bout my wares as a child -
the man calmly listened;
he comfortably smiled.
I prattled on
'bout my debonair Dad -
how I truly valued
the cherished moments we shared.
Private passioned spirits
rivaling a deity's gold.
Handel's honored messiahs
chanting secret fables untold.
I asked the quiet nobleman:
"Can a son's tears be reposed?”
My Father simply smiled as
his maple-casket lid -
closed.
Fireworks
Dark night, people gather
droves flock, multitudinous
happy hope filled faces.
Young, shoulder borne
before lapping water, curved sails, coat hanger.
Dimples and shining eyes turned skyward.
Pointing gesticulating laughter
fellowship. Distraction from conversation,
a stillness, dimming, silence, initial salvos.
Awed serenity on the ground
fire and thunder,
artistic creation in the sky,
rivaling nature, showing her up.
Sunsets have no volume nor physical impact,
are not so concentrated or glamorous.
Your transitions take too long dear lady.
I have no patience and only see
mundanity in your sunlight,
your water and turning leaves,
your works lack volume and color.
Lift your skirts and begone old lady!
This universal appeal and fascination
with shock wave sound and
incandescence on dark skies.
One of modern man's decreasing worships,
Reverence.
What remains, albeit briefly? Smell
of powder, smoke drifting dissipating,
a fleeting memory dances on retina.
This is not a Great Wall, rather, a Babel
which collapses and is borne away.
Could these firework displays
reveal something of man?
The irony of such beauty
created with fire and destruction
seems perverse ...
a definition of humanity.
Some stupendous lesson eludes me.
©T.Arnold