Best Serenade Poems
Listen to the song at the link above on youtube. Sorry I can't figure out any way to put the song tune in this box
Just as the moon rises each night
and even as snow is caressed by its light,
then glowing, I'll rise, becoming your dawn,
your curved sleeping form to smile upon.
With eyes like bright stars, I then will embrace
the landscape of you, each small line on your face.
And surely you’ll mirror my worshiping glow,
for I am your moon and you are my snow.
I’ll keep shining down with each breath you take.
May I blaze in your dreams before you awake.
And softly I’ll whisper, “Keep sleeping, my dear.”
Your faithful beloved, I’ll always be here.
Blindfolded, he takes me from the car through the humid air of August. He holds my hand, and then surrounds me with his arms, when small obstacles appear. He brushes the hair from my forehead, gentling me like a shy colt. The silk rectangular scarf, I had folded and tied about my breasts clings to me. My cutoffs ride up further exciting me, as he lifts me onto a wall. Shushing me, he says. “Sit still, honey.” I have no idea where we are but, his voice and footsteps have a slight echo.
the wail
of a harmonica:
moonlight serenade
Vibrations tingle across my skin, raising the down on my arms. A bead of sweat mixes with baby lotion and follows a shiver down, from cleavage to navel. Seconds become minutes, as the song caresses me. Oh, how I love him, this long tall drink of water with his huge hands and slow drawl. As the last note hangs in echo, I hear him approach. He lifts me high and traces the droplet down to the top of my hip-huggers with his tongue. I am still blindfolded when he places me on the ground. I feel his breathe upon my mouth. The tip of his tongue plays across my teeth. Ah, I remember him, his face, his hands, his taste, and that night at the empty skating rink…but, sadly, not his name.
the scarf
falls from my hands:
the drawer closes
First Published by Contemporary Haibun On-line Winter of 2013
Sometimes..
Life can be a silent serenade,
a sequence of
sentimental eyes
and
deep sighs..
Contemplating… Why?
I guess..
It is just another sad poem,
but with a different pen -
bleeding
sorrow,
afraid of
tomorrow.
The atmosphere is a contrast,
between black and blues.
Trying to let go of
reminiscent hues,
an artificial smile,
hiding a regretful persona.
In solitude
when you sit
and listen,
you can hear -
a crumbling heart,
and uncontrollable tears.
Lost in depths of despair,
surrounded by the smell of bitter fears
and
I don’t care,
about the songs mad birds sing
only my silent
serenade.
I’m singing honey-
rinsed sunflower serenades
twirling with corn rays…
and I’ll waltz through every fall…
to embrace his saffron warmth
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When the sunset queen sings,
jinxed Jasmines wither, and~
primrose willows quiver,
unfurling clemency
in ivory sliver.
When the sunset queen sings,
wailing waves pause in awe
sea-fairies waltz through haze,
twirling to tuscan tunes,
flipping turmeric rays.
When the sunset queen sings,
nightingales sigh and trill,
as moon pearls soar above
cinnamon glazed ripples,
ferrying psalms of love.
When the sunset queen sings,
first star of twilight bleeds
flaming lilies of heart~
inking dusky dreamscapes
with mellifluous art.
10-20-23
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autumn serenade
autumn spreads her wings
arias of tawny hues ~
summer drifts to sleep
amber moon rises
pumpkins reflect twilight song ~
shadows breathe cobwebs
streams of orange leaves
flow in tangerine torrents ~
fall river medley
streamlets slowly flow
red leaves twirl on lazy swells ~
rainclouds harmonies
mischievous fall winds
robs boughs of golden solos ~
bittersweet in bloom
harvest serenade
leaves drip with crimson splendor ~
sapphire skies sing blues
Moonlit sky
The splendor of your glow
So powerful, I fell to the ground.
As your love has made me so sure and enamored
Your milky glow delights my eyes, your starry eyes dance and gleam,
I’m set to forsake this life and yielding to the grandeur of your Being.
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December 19, 2014
Form : Verse
Title No. 3
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Enchantment through A Prism by nette onclaud
Syllable Counts "63" on howmanysyllables.com
Late at night
on our favourite bench
we sit beside the shimmering lake
as hand in hand we talk in mellow undertones;
wrapped in moonlight’s embrace we kiss, a taste of burgundy lips,
hearts beating to the rhythm of the lapping waves – a lovers’ serenade.
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Paul Callus ~ 24th December 2014
Contest: Enchantment through a Prism
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
(3) Moonlight Serenade
Placed: 4th
Wind and sea and waves and sun
sand in toes as day is done
Seagulls glide, sandpipers run
young dad splashes with his son
Breakers rise, translucent teal
lifeguards poised as youngsters squeal
Seniors search for shells - they feel
twelve again as sun rays heal
Sky on fire towards the west
clouds in lustrous fashion dressed
Cosmic artistry - I'm blessed
songs of peace swirl through my chest
Violins waft quietly
over swelling timpani
Saxophone soars soulfully
bidding hearts to be set free
Blushing scarlet, clouds advance
smell of salty foam enchants
Palm trees sway as in a trance
recalls young love's first slow dance
Couples stroll, fingers entwined
share a kiss if so inclined
Rising moon smiles as designed:
gives the anxious peace of mind
Waves still warm from midday blaze
surfers dance in sea-mist haze
Sailboats flee from stress-filled days
springtime struts; summer sashays
written 23 June 2023
whispering leaves sway
crickets' chorus fills the night~
nature's lullaby
sun kisses meadows
nature's symphony soars high~
summer's dance unfolds
Windowsill love song,
The mariachi crickets:
Serenade the night.
*A small lake named Serenity am I,
well hidden here among the fragrant pines;
reflecting the **cerulean of sky
till Sun behind the distant peak reclines.
***Now humming bugs crepuscular emerge
to greet the twilight’s creeping. Next a fawn
has soundlessly appeared upon my verge.
A lapping in the stillness. . . then she’s gone.
*Dawn arrives. I’m longing to be painted
**once again by sun, the color azure.
Jubilant that I remain untainted,
***I croon to nature, rippling my rapture.
New creatures on two legs disrupt my peace!
Who comes here? Must my serenade now cease?
(For the Designed by Devise Poetry Contest of Debbie Guzzi)
NOTES:
* Stanza one: Personification & metaphor of the lake
**Alliteration of S in line one
The alliteration continues with the words small/serenity/cerulean/sky/Sun/diStant
*** Stanza two: Assonance of the sound U as in “cup” with humming and bugs
Also the assonance of the ee sound in greet/creeping/soundlessLY/appeared/shE’s
* In Stanza three: Dawn is added to the personification. The lake continues to be
Personified in the entire stanza.
**Also there is Assonance throughout with the U sound
again: Once/ sUn/ cOlor/ jubilAnt as well as the long A sound of line 3’s remain & untainted plus line 4’s nAture.
***Alliteration of R/P sounds line 4:croon/rippling/rapture.
The sun is slowly fading and it’s almost twilight time.
The ocean’s strong vibration beckons me to rise from deep.
The ship announces its approach, its horn an ocean chime.
Waking me from slumber in the ocean where I sleep.
I move with lightning speed emerging quickly to the top.
The sailors all come out to hear my haunting siren’s song.
I swim around the vessel as it slows and then it stops.
From that time, and forever, to me they all belong.
My lovely iridescent tail will sparkle in the night.
I serenade them with my tune while diving in and out.
A potpourri of colors that will dazzle and delight.
Before too long they will be lost inside my spell, no doubt.
I’ll circle all around the ship and mesmerize each one.
Then slowly hypnotize each man until the morning sun.
Written by: Samia Ali Arroyo
March 30, 2012
Contest: Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteers
English Sonnet
A necklace of yellow around her base,
surrounds her dark green face.
She shiver's a little as the wind caresses her intently,
She smiles sweetly, loving that he treats her so gently.
Be quiet, whispers the breeze,
So she stand at a freeze, making sure she is ready,
He will be setting soon, and they cant wait
to see his colourful show across the sky, in the late afternoon.
His orange face, sets the pace,
How gorgeous the garden looks,
and as he goes down, she graciously takes a bow.
All night long, no one moves, being watched closely by the moon
until the sun comes out to play,
She stretches her face up to the sun,
and introduces the day with her sunflower serenade.
13 April 2018