Best Seeing Poems
Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.
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Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
11.22.14
Twilight has it's own wings and its own melody
Battles with the mystery of a sun setting horizon dawning hues
Pearl white smile's from the moon, in a mood of beautiful seduction
Oracle within one thousand chants dances with the shadows of night shades
For you, I will catch every star that I see in the evening sky surrenders
Sparkling silver dust their trails leave magic spells whispers deeply winds
Drinking from the milky way a mix of delicious chocolate
Icing of a thousand shape shifting patterns emerge glowing
Soft caramel and gorgeous nougat smiles golden melting
Under a canopy of stars you remain cradled forever beautiful
I would love to dance like planets that circulate around the sun
Blood's rivers are like red cherries and float like wine
Its colorful aura exudes amazing happiness
Sweet like a dream, I lean my cheek on lace pillows
Everything feels so right, our love will grow strong
A collaborated poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
11.01.2018
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
* Poem of the Week ; 14.01.2018
As
the
full moon
softly casts
its pearlescent light,
the world sleeps undisturbed tonight.
My heart throbs with yearning upon seeing Luna’s glow.
I see no star to wish on, but what I wish for is as distant from me as that moon.
Why have all a beauty ideal
Every day we make aesthetic judgments of each other
We put the characters and judge each other's appearance
What is beauty and what is hideous
Is it the feathers that make a beautiful peacock
Is there consistency between the outer and inner
Unlock the diamonds fiery beauty in yourself
Is appearance important for a happy life
Long dark eyelashes, full lips and big ****
Or it's about charisma, inner beauty and charm
The beauty ideal ... naturally beautiful
It is of course true that beauty comes from within
through the personality and the radiance
Do not let a different appearance scare you away
A huge body, nerdy glasses, big nose and enormous ears
Beast, behind the raw, brutal exterior hides a warm and sensitive soul
There is no appearance that determines whether we are valuable or not.
All beauty and intelligence in this world comes from nature
and we are a vibrant and beautiful part of the whole
We do not love someone because they are beautiful
But we think they are beautiful because we love them
You ...... are an incredibly great person
01.12.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
Contest Name:SEEING BEAUTY IN IMPERFECTION
Deadline 12/28/2013 12:00:00 AM
(4th place in the contest)
The sun sets slowly
Colors of the summer sky
Spacious and holy
Pondering and wondering; what should I do?
Knowing that God is able to see and carry me through.
He knows my sadness and feels my tears,
And how I am often overwhelmed with fear.
But I am silent before Him, for I don't want to ask,
Him to do for me another difficult task.
It's not hard for Him, its just hard for me,
Because the way out of it; I just can't see.
I am always asking Him for His help,
He has always been there for me, there is no one else.
So I just sit here silent, wondering and pondering,
As my troubles and problems around me seem to be thundering.
So sad and empty and lonely I feel,
Is my love and trust in God for real.
Or do I just give Him lip service as I speak,
And it is not His face I truly seek.
I know what He said, but I am sad and blue,
I am sitting here acting as if He is not able to pull me through.
My God ain't weak; He sees, feels, understands and hears;
My sadness, my silence and especially my tears.
I need to arise and shine and be for real,
'Cause my God truly knows just how I feel.
But my relationship is not about feelings,
That will have my soul rocking and reeling.
My relationship is about believing what He said,
And not being blown by the wind, but standing on His Word.
I have to stand firm and can't be moved;
For God and His Word has been proved.
No matter what I feel or what I am going through,
He is able to save, deliver and help me and you.
We must have confidence and trust; also called faith,
Lean not to our own understanding, and accept His grace.
I cannot be moved by every wind that blow,
I will stand on the Word, because I do know,
That through my sadness, tears and fears;
God is able to deliver, for He is real.
Penned 6/11/2015 at 11:00a.m. for Mystic Rose contest
January & February this year,
prescription lenses lost. I count
the cost (it cost me dear).
A place for everything
and everything in its place,
my grandmother said,
but I only know
where my glasses are
when they're on my face.
A light under a bucket, yes..I've hidden there
been the squeaky wheel that got the oil
acted uncaring, had my ups and had my downs
lifted folks on my shoulders
acted the sage, acted the clown
hope to fill a stage before I'm over...
from between closed lids
iris's roll as day breaks pane
lashes move aside
Questioned the right, questioned the wrong
been a sanctuary to many..
straddled Goliath like the colossus of Rhodes
there's an owl-handled knife near my bed.
seeing halfway round
trust in your ability to turn
who are you
Fall into me now, soft and warm,
come into my light for you know, I've some of yin
I've some of yang and light peeps out you know.
You new born chicks who strobe in the light
remember, the dark can not hide you..
Your soul your chi, the light of God will
aid and let ALL find you.
*Free Verse and senryu
On Seeing a Painting by Picasso
By Elton Camp
The museum has a portrait by Picasso on display
When I heard that, I knew had to go by that way
I must admit that, a country hick like me
Has few chances a real work of art to see
The first painting I saw caused me to smile
It obviously was the work of a little child
A real talent for painting the child had not
Yet the museum gave it a prominent spot
In time the child might learn to draw
When better examples of art it saw
Now derisive laughter the kid might hear
If it came to visit and was standing near
I had to hope most folks won’t mind
To a little one’s work to try to be kind
An attempt to paint a woman it seemed to be
But it certainly looked very strange to me
One eye was looking over to her right
While the other had a straight sight
The nose was not located in between
In the place of an ear it could be seen
Mouth wasn’t at the center of her chin
Way over toward the side it did begin
The figure’s hair wasn’t up on the top
Way down to the left side it did drop
Her face was littered with weird designs
Composed of many multiple colored lines
I hoped nobody the child would ask
If it was a horrid Halloween mask
Of that painting I had quite enough
I was ready to see the genuine stuff
“Guard, where may the Picasso be found
So I won’t have to hunt for it all around?”
My question seemed the guard to confuse
Or perhaps I should say it came to amuse
His words to me were such a total surprise
“That is it, right there before your eyes.”
Who would answer if I knocked?
A little gnome in stripey socks.
Would he call out, “ Who dares to knock.”?
Or sic on me his pet blue fox.
Would it be a lonely hobbit
wearing cobbled boots he wears by habit
and a cobwebbed hat of furry rabbit
Sipping mead from a wobbly goblet?
It doesn’t look like a fairy would
for it isn’t decked how a fairy twould
with childhood dreams and elfinwood
Convinced I am of the likelihood.
Who ever lives in this tiny abode
Their door to the world has long been closed.
Where a peaceful meadow once outflowed,
Paved up to the door by a busy road.
I have been there, and seen her
The darkest parts of myself which hide in the caves of my soul
I have been elsewhere, and seen her too
The most joyous thought covered in dreams and filled with hope
I have been everywhere, and seen her
The deepest darkest yearnings of my heart
I have seen all of her, yet I am lost to her
The viscous gnashing of self consciousness
I have seen all of her, yet I am confused by her
The over gracious application of mercy
I have seen all of her, and I know her
The heart that overflows with empathy
I have seen her
I know her
I am her
15 lines of poetry
1/6/2023
Contest: ‘2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 24’
Sponsor: Mark Toney
The electricity between us
was spontaneous
Which did intrigue me
because I never thought it tangible....
Others would patronize me
for this love happened so fast
Only until some had a revelation did they
see our love was true
Others had a fixation and
if they didn't navigate
through these thoughts in
the right way they were
destined to fall into a portal
of denial never seeing the truth
Sponsor:John Hamilton
Contest: 8 word challenge
Date:1/26/2020
Seeing is Believing
Souls and spirits come our way
but very few will let them stay,
for most could never bear the shame
of being classified insane.
So even those who know it's true
that dead folk can be living too,
convince themselves that they are wrong
so they can sing 'accepted' song.
Every faith of every creed
is grown from just a single seed,
the one that says that life goes on
when all our earthly time has gone.
And most proclaim beyond the grave
the souls of their disciples gave,
proof positive that they survive
and beyond death they're still alive.
But say that you have seen dead folk
and most will think that you're a joke,
imagination running wild
they'll treat you like a stupid child.
The parson and the parish priest
will tell you, you can't see deceased
and some will go as far to say
it's devils work, you must not play!
But simple folk like you and me
all have ability to see
the ones who walked this way before
the ones who most folk just ignore.
The joy of meeting closest friends
the joy of love that never ends
the joy of knowing in your heart
that friends survive when they depart.
Surly this is worth the pain
of hearing some say you're insane.
Open your eyes, your ears and mind
and then believe the things you find.
Ivor G Davies
Seeing Deep Pain, In Watering Blue Eyes
I was not brave, I did not dare to ask
why she cried, hid behind her weeping mask
Seeing deep pain, in watering blue eyes
matching rainfall from dark, cloudy skies
I had not courage, to find out her plight
nor wisdom -to see evil in plain sight
Her shattered heart, crushed by a cruel fiend
she now lost, nobody dare intervene
If we had met before deep heartbreak struck
I would now hold her and thank my good luck
There she sat, crying outside that June dance
to broken to give her NEW LOVE a chance
Then she saw me and gave a tiny smile
Courage came, I crossed that last fearful mile
R. J. Lindley,
July 23rd, 1973
(A double etheree)
I
took the
“scenic route”
home through my town
today, driving down
streets unknown to me and
some I’d driven down before
but now could barely recognize-
so many new houses had sprung up!
Guided by instinct, I turned onto streets.
Mostly I guessed wrong on my directions!
What charming homes line those clean broad roads;
how gorgeous are autumn’s colors
all around; different from in
spring (when nature blooms) and
yet - no less lovely!
In fall’s dying,
what beauty
lingers
here.