Best Rooftop Poems
his day is almost done.
a tranquil getaway,
yet still at home.
his solitude
couldn't be more divine.
a rooftop repose;
his perfect place
to cogitate, to commune
with ghosts of the past.
it's where
he watches the infinite stars;
ever so visible at twilight.
it's where
he looks at the vast sky.
the flight of birds from there,
so captivating.
the whirring zephyr on his skin,
the rustling of trees
so crisp;
nectar from the gods.
daily hustle and bustle
muted at dawn.
up on the rooftop
everything is amplified.
a most welcome respite;
his cloud nine.
Writing Challenge - V words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Vast
Date written: 04/21/2023
Categories:
rooftop, imagery, places,
Form:
Imagism
Let's relive that night of nebulas.
Toga night, fearless night!
With Aphrodite dancing clearly in
their sight.
Eros casts his sexual might,.
Let's dance in bewitching circles of Aegean mystery.
Only ....you and I in a kissable, erotic synergy.
Filled to the brim, our aquamarine crystal glasses.
San Francisco has memories and absolutely no passes.
They still celebrate love each night on their roof.
I hear the pawing of their Unicorn Minerva's hoof.
Two, that chose to love under the gods' directions.
From this earth, their love, a delicate confectionary,
eternal connection!
12/1/2020
10:15pm
Categories:
rooftop, fantasy, love, lust, middle
Form:
Couplet
fresh blossoms daily
fragrant beauty displaces
toxic facebook posts
Note:
Soup poet, Demetrios Triflatis, posts photos on facebook of the flowers grown
in his roof garden. (He also shares these photos with his poems)
Demetrios, is a man of peace. He is obviously a skilled gardener. He is a poet who radiates hope.
Sharing photos of natural beauty nurtured by his hand is a tremendous gift to the world
and a spiritual counterbalance to the trend toward vitriolic monologue on social media.
Thank you Demetrios!
Categories:
rooftop, thank you, tribute,
Form:
Senryu
On the rooftop of an abandoned building,
Overlooking the mighty blue sea.
She danced her worries away
While the sun slowly disappeared in tranquillity.
Her beautiful n colourful Aura,
Swayed with her every move.
As she danced to the beat of her heart,
Her soul moved with a rhythmic groove.
With the sounds she heard around her,
She created her own musical beat.
The bells around her ankles,
Added a unique sound as she moved her feet.
She danced and danced for hours,
As though she was in a world of her own.
One where she expressed herself fully,
When left completely alone.
The ethereal light from the moon,
Created a magnificent spotlight glow.
As though the Gods' from above,
Where watching her on show.
She began to slow down,
Caught her breath n came to rest
Cooled herself with water
and felt a little refreshed.
She looked at the breathtaking view.
A blissful moment she experienced every day.
One her dad taught her to appreciate,
When he use to bring her up here, after ballet.
The rooftop holds many priceless memories for her
And a place her parents use to share their endless love.
A kiss on the cheek felt, as a gentle breeze passed her by.
Tears rolled as two bright stars twinkled at her from above.
Categories:
rooftop, beauty, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Sky is running in New York
It is always in movement
Even under immensity
Cocoa yard is dizzy in New York
The crowd rushes by
Even under the rain
Sky is flooding New York
With its blue-grey coat
Even under the boat
Categories:
rooftop, new york,
Form:
Free verse
atop dust-covered clapboard
hanging sheets washed virgin white
wind-borne absolution encircled
she sang life's aria
distant sailor smiled
Written: 26 December 2020
Categories:
rooftop, life, relationship,
Form:
Imagism
A self-styled you yell from hot tin roof top
Nobody lends ears but you don’t ever stop
You pronounce you’ll make a great name
As an artist, in loud voice you do proclaim.
You say there are colors in lens of your eye
We all know it's nothing but a flat white lie
So you think you carry the gene of an artist
The concealed laughter people can’t resist.
You surmise your brush has Monet touch
But your trees are cluster of plumb crutch
Something like water in river is ink opaque
You can’t even make the semblance of fake.
When you gloat you’ve got the Picasso flair
Crude art shapes daub the pallid paint layer
Formless faces are entangled in web of cubes
As a bizarre pile of squeezed out color tubes.
September 21, 2021
Contest : Fart-tastic
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
rooftop, art, funny, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
there is a subtle reason
youth entitles itself to treason
with the ever-changing faces
in slowly shifting places
the wind blows prophetically
from a land that once was free
however is no longer
On the pool is the glimmer
the transcendental swimmer
hiding in the clouds
blocking out the sun
run and tell your father
we've finally found his gun
Categories:
rooftop, childhood
Form:
were that i could speak again
the thoughts frozen in my head
the sun rarely burns me now
and the moon a haughty stranger
lifting its one eyebrow at me.
i stir uneasy in the concrete bowels
where skitters my fears
in halloween masks.
i think i'll yowl with the cats
on the roofdeck
(5 feb 79)
Categories:
rooftop, allegory, depression, introspectionhalloween,
Form:
Free verse
Away on a rooftop,
No ladder I see.
Somehow must have fallen,
I'm stuck now, poor me!
I climbed up to rescue,
My neighbor kid's ball.
When I went to climb down,
No ladder at all!
It's a hot summer's day,
The sun's roasting me.
My neighbors are working,
Now I have to pee.
My cell phone's in the house,
(Where else would it be?)
So I can't call for help,
Will someone see me?
It seemed it took hours, but
In reality,
Only minutes passed by,
"Til I was set free.
As I sat on the roof,
Contemplating life,
I see the new mailman,
An end to my strife.
"Please help me," I shouted.
"My ladder is gone.
Thank heavens you came by,
I'd be here 'til dawn."
"No problem," he replied.
"I want you to jump.
I promise I'll catch you.
You won't feel a bump!"
"Are you flipping crazy?"
I asked in dismay.
"Without a good ladder,
That's the only way."
Counting one, two and three,
I jumped to his arms.
He kept me from falling,
and coming to harm.
"Thank you! Thank you!", I gushed.
As we caught our breath.
"You surely saved me from
Embarrassing death."
We found that darn ladder,
Knocked over some how.
No more climbing on roofs,
Is my solemn vow.
Categories:
rooftop, crazy, stress, summer,
Form:
Quatrain
Who is in the rooftop yelling ho ho ho?
The rest of us ran to the window and saw some snow.
We went crazy, ran outside without our coats and hats.
When we came back in, grandma had thrown out some mats.
Our crazy Uncle Ted was on the roof, making lots of noise.
Hinting that he had brought some wonderful toys.
We didn’t care; it was snowing, and we could sled!
We stayed outside a long time, irritating our Uncle Ted.
Categories:
rooftop, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
ATOP A ROOFTOP TO COP
The smoggy air was thick atop a Harlem high rise
The only thing out of place was a boy with blue eyes
He was a youth in search of peace not found at home
And so the boy with blue eyes was begotten to roam
He ventured forth into a world of darkness to search
Having long ago been abandoned by school and his church
Neither religion nor education could comfort him so he took to the road
Headed afar from the comfort of his family’s hearth and abode
So there stared blazing blue eyes on a rooftop’s domain
As he talked to a man with a way to ease his pain
Thirty dollars and a smile would send him on his way
And so he returned to Harlem day after damnable day
Long Island had raised him but that island wasn’t long enough
And middle class madness left him with sadness to rebuff
Day after day he’d climb the stairs to where they would meet
A tall black man and a boy with blue eyes trying to be discreet
The black man sold his wares by dollars and a bag
The boy with blue eyes fearing his toes with a tag
Because in Harlem death was an indeterminate threat
And a boy with blue eyes had better pay every debt
Sometimes the air was thinner during winter’s cold weather
Yet and still the two faced fear while huddling close together
Harlem was his teacher and a rooftop was this junkie’s incubator
And writing this poem is blue eyes still with a habit forty-three years later
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Categories:
rooftop, angst, blue, education, blue,
Form:
Quatrain
winter sun
how quickly
rooftop diamonds
melt away
Categories:
rooftop, nature,
Form:
Haiku
I fell asleep,
beneath the trees,
their leaves wept,
as I slept.
I now know,
I will go,
someday it's true,
beneath the moon.
Stars will cry,
I'll say goodnight,
close my eyes,
to a rooftop lullaby.
Categories:
rooftop, anxiety, courage, endurance, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
Laying in bed with a pillow
solitary holds a teardrop
under the radio’s thumb;
Turn it up the rhythm’s flowing;
Now I’m ready I’ve got ammo,
that fire song meant for a rooftop;
Never again will I feel numb,
no matter how things are going;
I’ll bet on that Summer anthem
to take away reality’s sting.
Categories:
rooftop, emotions, feelings, music,
Form:
Other