Best Shadorma Poems
She awoke
to a blazing sun,
brightest orb,
day’s lover.
The moon, jealous of her love,
cried for the night’s loss.
She, sleeping,
missed the soft caress,
silken touch,
palest rays
that beckoned her to waken
and taste their sweetness.
Avalanche…
It only
Takes one candle’s flame
To drive out
The darkness -
In an avalanche of light
To crush the shadows
It only
Takes one snowflake’s song
To start an
Avalanche
Of mercy flowing chanting
In sweet melody
It only
Takes one brave flower
To stand up
Against storms
An avalanche of courage
The power of one
It only
Takes one prayer's plea
From meek hearts
To change hearts
In an avalanche of love
Smothering hatred.
Let us light
A twilight candle
That spreads out
Rays of grace
Sparkling fire -an avalanche –
Midnight’s morning dawn
Let us be
That avalanche of
Mercy’s grace
Brave flower
The candle in the darkness
The living prayer.
2-27-22
Contest: Give Me a Shadorma
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllables 3,5,3,3,7,5
Six Line Stanzas
During WWII people lit a candle at 6 pm for peace. We are doing this and I hope you will do the same in an avalanche of light.
A green pear
Not hidden by leaves
At the top
So lonely
A prolific limb's product
Hangs by an aged thread
New Year’s Eve,
resolution made.
New diet,
I’ll try it!
Must turn over a new leaf
when the spring arrives.
Fictional write for contest - I never make resolutions and have never been on a diet!
Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 Syllables checked using How Many Syllables
Contest New beginnings
Sponsor Kim Merryman
12~31~15
EXCHANGING DREAMS
two old men
with retirement’s eyes
exchange dreams
on a bench,
growing tendrils of old age…
as night becomes dim
they recline
like curled sleeves wrinkling,
memories
recycled
on phonograph's needling tunes
crossing young regions
poetic form:shadorma
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* The Shadorma is a short Spanish form, of six unrhymed lines.
As a syllabic poem, it has a strict number of syllables per line:
3 - 5 - 3 - 3 - 7 - 5
For Broken Wing
Any Poem Not For A Contest, Ever
8/15/2011
Finding Yourself
Take your time
turning deep within
while you search
in your heart
for what truly reflects now
the person you are
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 9, 2018 (Shadorma)
crimson lips
stained with blood of saints
rides the beast
steers the reins
embittered roar portends doom
her end imminent
Spin a Shadorma
Nette Onclaud
6/3/25
** Photo not my creation
Love’s Power
It’s wondrous
enchants you entire—
passions hot
your heart beats
wildly with a true desire
for the one you love
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 19, 2018 (Shadorma)
Cow dung cakes
some eat from the load
Natural
and weed-free
Yes - both fresh and composted
... mild and sweet in taste
Inspired by:
Jan Allison's poem "I wish you would moooooove on"
Through graveyard
meandering, just
me and Dad
stories sad
abbreviated down to
mostly names and dates
So we tell
their stories by turns
like poor Duane
Dinwiddie
died at age thirty-three of
bee sting allergy
So tragic
how she caught a chill
Angeline
age nineteen
who died before her wedding
day, her groom grieves still
Or the war
heroes, Frank and Finn
taken in
the prime of
life, no child or wife, they were
just children themselves
Gunther Gold
did what he was told
gullible
on a dare
lost his life to win respect
bullies didn't care
Bartleby
hypochondriac
cough, sneeze, hack
was ignored
by the whole village, but he
got them back- with plague
Len Kramer
the lion tamer
tried to save
his wife when
she unwisely came in, but-
got eaten instead
Philetus
on flying trapeeze
an ace- the
very best
until he had to sneeze- then
sadly laid to rest
Then Daddy
looks at me and I
look at him
giving in
to sudden gales of laughter
glad to be alive
(NOTE: Although I listed this as a Free Verse, it is actually in Shadorma form...)
Unlikely
this romance between
Miss Cricket
and stodgy
Buddy Biddle, so stagnant
set in his ways, stuck
While Cricket
eighty-nine years young
dances rings
around him
full of impish energy
mischievous antics
He proposed
but Miss Cricket won't
marry him
knows better
she's outlived countless lovers
and won't be tied down
She's having
way too much fun- so
fancy-free
no one to
boss her, tell her what to do
woman on the loose
Anyway
he's too old for her
'though only
eighty-four
he can't keep up or begin
to understand her
And he has
hang-ups about sex
proper, prim
prudish ways
appalled at her passionate
kisses, advances
Waggish grin
wild, irreverent
she enjoys
shocking him
with outlandish behavior
incorrigible
Some days he
says he can't take it
she's too much
gone too far
with her pranks- but he gets so
lonely without her
And 'though he
hates to admit it
life is dull
without her
she makes things interesting
by being herself
(NOTE: Although I listed this as a Free Verse, it is actually in Shadorma form...)
Here are cards
Fifty-two in all.
Want to win?
You beat me?
You need more points than I have.
Twenty-one is tops.
Withering
shriveling all up
inside, I
cannot tell
how long I'll remain in this
hell of a dry spell
No rainfall
here, except for tears
and sometimes
they go dry
too numb to cry, too tired
to feel inspired
The words crack
crumble in my mouth
before I
get them out
primal screams and shouts silenced
by fear and self-doubt
Soul searching
something worth saving
amid this
gloomy mess
sorting out my worst, my best
while I pray for rain...
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Yet another Shadorma poem...
"I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)I am never without it"
Quote _ by E.E. Cummings
dear brother,
did you ever know
what hit you
late at night
as you sat all alone on
the curb of a street?
the car slammed
straight into a tree
The driver
didn’t see
that you lay under his car-
dead upon impact
young and drunk -
girlfriend on his lap -
he killed you,
dear brother,
with such pure stupidity
on that dreadful night
much you had
to give the world, for
you mattered
so much more
than the ignorant young man
who ran you over
How random
the act that killed you -
you- the best
of us all -
taken instantly from us
on a lonesome street
I think that
you knew you were doomed!
You sent us
long letters
(something not common for you)
before you met fate
forty years
goes quickly, dear Dale
You missed so
much from life.
When I join you, please be there
waiting to greet me
Note: Shadorma poetry form can use any number of stanzas: 3/5/3/3/7/5
Sept. 7, 2022
For Writing Challenge- In My Heart- S Forms - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Lost to Heaven - Brother
Rising sun
on a purple sea.
Fading stars.
Newborn hope
is lovely in the shadows,
'neath violet skies.