Best Sestet Poems
Oh, thou art of the greatest mystery,
an enigma of time and place and space
flitting with ethereal quality.
Mind not paling stars that surround this place.
They languish in comparison to thee,
whose soul reflects from thy radiant face.
(Glossa Rubaiyat written in Sestet)
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
(From "The Day Is Done" by Henry W. Longfellow)
The day is done, and the darkness
In your heart brings you around total sadness,
And bad feelings inside you,makes you feel worse or less,
Days find you burdened, confused,and then depress;
But learning from failures, may bring you sometimes success!
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of night,
And you notice things that were not right,
Things kept too long, from you,and out of sight,
And the Night with tenderness kisses gentle the Light.
And again dewdrops from the leaves, with a thunderous might,
Falls from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward
Discarded aside from your unwanted card,
Pain and sadness shall push you deep,downward,
But you fight your way back in the lard;
And brighter the light on you presses hard,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
Heart and soul mortally wounded by blinded blight,
Hard to separate darkness sometimes from the light;
Yearning to feel only the warmness of sunlight,
And in this heartfelt darkness hardly living day and night
From an eagle in his flight.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2006
December,13,2014
How do I know the pen is she
in just the words on screen.
Her little twists of language
her voice then smiles between
the lines of prose and poetry;
I know it's her I've seen.
Beauty of Paris rising high
Such massive latticework is seen
At night a golden color's view
Three levels given public's try
Restaurants on levels are keen
This tower's sight could be for you
Scene is set my eyes tightly shut
Hand outstretched wanting yours to hold.
Candles sit, waiting for the flame
which ignites from within our lust.
Where are you my lover be bold
Come closer calling out my name
Seren Roberts. 28 October 2013
Contet: Senses for a Sestet.
WILD MEADOWS
Wild meadows left and right, guarded
by hedgerows, each side with gates,
openings on sites regarded
macro, wildlife wonders, elate's
scientist, biologist, all.
We venture into grasses tall.
Eyes wide open, and cameras
all to hand, notebooks recording.
A shout goes up, tarantulas!
Some idiot had been hoarding.
We, for them grateful; took them home,
a few snaps then straight on the phone.
Spiders safe the foray still on,
back to the field, new adventure.
Grasshoppers caught our attention,
Stridulating a strange creature.
Time moves on we check our records,
nature now, too many discords!
you walked out of my dreams
into my life that day
the day that changed my life
when you became my wife
and filled my life with love
that date I met true love
IN THE HERE & NOW
we seek,but can never climb
the knowledge tree to the sky-
wisdom has,its limits,you see;
we can taste,the tree of life
sans any,struggle or strife-
just a turn,&we forever be
Will you soon speak to me of thy love, Joan
Tell me that you want me as I want you
Can I endure a callous bile adieu
from thy lips most cerise, soft, tender, sweet,
from those which solely I have ever known.
Let’s share, inamorata, time is fleet.
Snowflakes, snowflakes, fallin' from the sky
Floating gently from heaven to earth's eye
Snowflakes whisper'ng 'neath my window po·sies
Covering trees, 'round my doorstep, velvet breeze
Ooh, ooh, cov'ring earth in its white fun·fair
Happiness and cheer, beauty ev'rywhere
Favorite time of year, a buzzing 'n ah 'umming
Church bells a ringing; ring-ding-a-linging
With snowflakes kissin' air, all around
Feels like angels par·a·chut'ng down
Speaking to us gently through drift'ng flurry shine
Heaven's snow mystique, the kiss of the Divine
Do you not know I’ve always loved you?
That I have a good life for you in mind.
Come be with me, dear Joan, throughout your time
Your needs will be small, thy wants ever few,
To you lass I will never be unkind.
As my good wife our stay together prime.
The world that seemed so dull and cold
Has come alive once again behold
Little did we know found
That beneath the cold hard ground
The plants and trees withdrawn
Preparing for a new dawn
In spring, the literal and metaphoric seeds
That lay dormant for several months proceeds
To tentatively poke their heads through
The warming earth in view
Then burst into full bloom refuel
Spring is a time of rebirth and renewal
Spring gives us hope for rejuvenation
As well as imagination and aspiration
On the threshold of spring
We notice a quiet awakening bring
To re-invent and our lives
We find ourselves living gives
A Poet I am
This my verse
Lying in a mind cram
Set to write on clear page dis·perse
To the delight of composing poetry slam
The strings of words; that let me rehearse
The kind of verses that evoke a dash of poetic glam
A good poem must invade
Our soul and mind
Words will be words portrayed
To make those each lines intertwined
To em·bed in our ra·tion·ale mind grade
When finished, it gets our consideration defined
To worship it for all eternity made
Trust should flow like the river –
Wide and deep, not turbulent, dangerous, murky, or dirty-
no not like the deep weedy sea-
Trust should be like a summer breeze- an unasked-for sneeze- a bird in flight-
a pleasant night- a love of things- a heart that sings-
Trust should be like an innocent child- an unplanned smile-Trust should be free.
Gwendolyn Cloyd
Bite-size Poem #41 Contest
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
April 02, 2022
Cold Winter raises its thumb
In gusty squalls, and snow drifts from
Winter sun strikes, sits and lingers
And delights in radiant fingers
Shining quietly in wintry complexions
A quiet wind tossing teasing reflections
Snow drifts and birds race playfully
Whilst' nature lifts with glee and gaiety
And the stars twinkle through the night sky
Silent moon shine in gleam'ng ul·tra·high
And angels dance in their moonlight journeys
As God draws nature in artistic flurries