Best Shimmery Poems
Effervescent laughter blows over vales
then falls soft to glaze new blooms posed genteel.
Gracious stems lift smiles to foamed skies surreal,
riding on sunrays of shimmery sails.
Splendid dreams bubble up from blossoms bright,
a sparkling scene as petals parade ‘round.
Cushioned on spring breeze, love waits to be found;
warm thoughts of you fly then burst in midflight.
Light bubbles join hands to soar through puffed clouds
winking at flowers in latest spring styles.
Their joy christens lands once silent for miles;
orbs popping with flair in breath’s blooming shrouds.
Laughter lifts skyward, an aerated tale,
of bubbles blown high above blooming vale.
3/25/15 for Olive's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest
Oh moon, with your many moods,
your beauty woos me, as you
wax and wane majestic.
Your mesmerizing call awakens
my heart, as you carry me away
like the tides that ebb and flow
along your shimmery pathways.
Where you go, I will follow,
guided by a spirit of wanderlust
to distant lands and seas,
navigating by the stars alone.
For I am captivated by your beauty
as I hear your siren song calling
an enchanting, haunting melody
too powerful to resist.
My heart is moonstruck
away I go, adrift and wandering
until I meet you face to face
forever I will roam.
Written on 5/3/2015
Hummingbirds gather, sipping nectar,
wings buzzing as they rapidly flutter.
Fun, feisty and fearless visitors,
treasured enchanting moments.
A bright ruby throated male,
perched waiting for his mate.
Sweet chirping as he preens,
vibrant emerald feathers glow.
Pale green, shimmery feathers appear,
sipping nectar, her wings start to flutter.
Now chasing, a playful courtship show,
like bright gems dancing in midair.
Dancing, zipping, soon soaring,
in a flash, landing in a tree.
Sweet chirping sounds emit,
so wonderfully whimsical!
Contest: Marathon Mile 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
I always weep for you in the hush of eventide hills.
In their mystical muteness I can hear your heartbeats.
As tears indulge in indigo dusky deepening horizons,
I put my hope in the last morning star which lusters
upon waves with sapphire iridescence shades of eternity,
flowing upon seashell shores stroking your sacred footprints.
Ever since your opulent hypnotic essence
stole the innocence of my lucent purity,
you've left me drunk on the wine of passion.
I'm stumbling like a drunkard in the dappled depth of desire,
with my provocative facade forming into a bodacious flame,
searching for my poetic pearl lost in a sea of mauve enchantment.
Wailing winds have discoloured my eyes with stained illusions,
in their darkness, I yearn for your sunlit glimmer to reappear.
I've been kissing the emptiness of porcelain moonlight,
since you left behind the taste of your fragrant lullaby.
Wondering if my kiss illuminated the ebony entities,
veiled inside your mystique of midnight eyes.
Visions of your majestic scarlet seraphim lips,
poised in sultry pulsation, forever flutter,
floating like blended opal and onyx butterflies.
Their tender beauteous softness merging
like ambrosia echoes of a cocoon, composing
the sweetness of saccharine symphonies,
caressing my soul like a magnolia breeze.
Oh my beloved ethereal lover,
will I be forever dreaming of your paradisiacal grace,
seeking your celestial scent from dusk till dawn?
Won't you gift me one shimmery glimpse
of your rialto rosette silhouette.
Forever wrap me in the sanctuary of your satin wings,
like the warm merino shawl of love's allure.
Why leave me in this state of silent saudade,
where I hunger for the silken hymn of your tongue.
Why bless me with such treasures,
only to deprive me?
The Silent One
27 December 2022
I look in the mirror,
I gaze at my eyes and see my soul,
No longer a pure shimmery white light I once had as a child,
Now it is stained with red ink,
Absorb inside my skin,
Like water soaking into the earth,
Not even my atonements can wash away the blood.
So now my soul stays poisoned,
With the evil destruction of my past,
And the beautiful white moon I once had,
Has disappeared, Tainted the black holes of sin,
Though light overcomes darkness,
I still see the discolor of my soul,
And the infinity of its presence,
Lurking in the dark, like a bat in a cave,
So now I stay longing for the once untouched purity of my soul,
That has now vanished without a trace of a memoir...........
Howls heard in echoes ,,through indigo time
Passages of time reveal souls door
Soft roses planted in Scattered seeds
Azure lights bring storms
Sacred vision awakens mystical dreams
Shimmery impressive benevolent quest spirits
Wintry chasm reflects laughter's tis twilight
Native American legends read souls letter
Spirit rivals as the wings cry powerful
Solace the waning moon, rises silvery entail
Lone wolf connected timber wolf
Journey the wings bright eagles
Wings connecting auras
This silhouette against evening sky
Etched into my longing eye
That trailing gown
Coloured setting sun in shimmery
Little waves of water, and melancholy
My feelings drown
In suffocating thoughts of loss
Such fragrant perfume, lip-gloss
In softly brown
longing, framed past loves we live
Hanging above dressers, that give
A sepia crown
Or a halo vague, as my memory
Failed one more time, my enemy
In this lost town.
***
April 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
BLING IS THE THING!
A gold looking briefcase that glitters
And glows,
A shimmery sequin diary that likes to
Know that it shows,
Crayons of every, and any colour that
one may desire,
Small yet things that indicate that of life
I will never tire!
Adult colouring books and cartoons that
I sketch,
Continually inspire and evolve and
Fantasies fetch.
Bright coloured cushions that contrast
Yet match,
I am now in a world of daydreams,
My very own safety valve patch!
Fond memories, imagination, wishes and
Illusion,
This is the only way of keeping away
Lingering delusion,
African ornaments and trinkets I collect,
And a big bright blue evil eye to protect,
Myself and my family from evil or envy
Even a stuffed monkey wearing the colours
Of the rainbow carelessly hangs on my mothers
Coat rack, she gave it to me, it reminds
Me of her as tears roll down my face,
For this is my sanctuary, my own poetry space!
This is where I find my inspiration,
As fond memories I recall with vivid imagination!
This life may only be afforded to some
They are the ones that collect every bit of life,
Every crumb,
This is the glitz
Of life which brings out the blitz
And bling, which may sound to some, absurd,
To live life in such a colourful, imaginative world,
Almost like Peter Pan or Alice in wonderland,
These people have retained a lot of the heart
Of the child in them – My husband loves me even
More for this,
As he enters my poetry space I give him a big
Hug and kiss.
I believe what I do and how I do it, has de stressed,
My body, mind and soul,
Making sure I take in my stride stressed times, when
They call, and that threaten to take their toll!
Arising in softest sapphire,
Shimmery as the night,
Inviting silence to release her,
Tears flowing, thick and sincere,
Breaking through melancholy,
Trembling with dark dread,
Erasing all the soul’s vivacity –
Erasing the existence of her memories.
Appearing in somber ashen,
Overcast by doubts – catastrophe,
Shrinking beneath seas of dejection,
Unwarranted shadows,
Casting careless heartaches,
Destined to fail – the misery so real,
Unwelcome as the tears, trailing,
Like dew, soft and soothing,
Pulsating through the veins who remember…
Ascending in the lost hues,
Dusky death, her faded words so wrong,
Like a sad, sad song…
Lingering on the soul, deaf
To the colors of hope, the vibrant
Charms of cheery gold and bubbly rose,
Healing the heart, risking all the beautiful
For the moments when pleasant feelings
Fall, like rain – softly blessing away all fear,
Washing away the pain with a breath,
Gasping for the moments before death,
Stole the laughter from the dreams,
The sensitivity from the subtle memories.
Climbing the moments before grief
Struck the soul with its night,
Reminding that autumn, yes, the fall…
She always comes to call,
Leaving only the naked branches,
The whispers of wind, caressing the still
Cool blessings, tenderly
Like a flowing grace, abiding
Pouring out her promises of life
Even after the graveside service has drained,
All the beautiful from the colors,
Colors of grief, meant to bring a heart peace.
Yes, these colors of grief,
They’ll always abide to relieve,
Comforting the souls who can see past –
The loss, into the promise of heaven eternal.
Listen to the aching prayers, the promise is there,
Alive in the memories, in the gentleness,
Where a still reflection of God’s breathless harmony –
Kisses away every anxiety,
Reassures and consoles, lightens the heaviest loads,
With the promise of a home with Him in heaven above,
A home made of His pure, sweet love!
Lank shimmery hair flows off her shoulders
Cascading aloft sweet midnight zephyr
Alone she sits perched on seaside boulders
Under somber moonlight where he'd left her
Night after night she's at the rendezvous
Serene silhouette against the skyline
Amorously bidding her love adieu
Should by design the stars divine align
The twilight shadows hide the tears that flow
Deferring to cosmic powers that be
Prayers released beneath a live tableau
Akin lost mermaid lingering at sea
Love lost in surf leaving a soul in strife
Fate to reunite love in the next life
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on May 13, 2019 for contest CHOICES (PHOTO #3) sponsored by SARA KENDRICK - HONORABLE MENTION
and January 8, 2019 for contest BEAUTIFUL SADNESS sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 10TH
A solemn breeze sweeps me off my feet,
To carry me over the big heap,
Of memories once internally bleak,
To the wondrous words that are nearly antique.
It sets me down onto the ground,
And i see the land that i am now bound,
Forever in happiness and never a frown,
To eternally spread all that i have found.
The sight is so unexplainable,
To the knowledge that i know.
But then there are notes that are obtainable,
From the gradual flow of light.
All is now bright and shimmery,
Making it all the best.
Everything is part of my memory,
And also nothing less.
Painting: 'Ophelia'
Artist: John Everett Millais
John Millais, today I pose, frozen, just for you -
a blank canvas, your lonely, soul-saddened muse.
Love me with the iridescence of your inspiration.
I am whoever they want me to be -
Beata Beatrix to Dante Rossetti.
But to you I am Ophelia, and we are alone.
Allurement to your compulsion to create and paint,
ever patient, never late, though this ice-shimmery water
slices my nicety, has me tingling hypothermic-faint.
I breathe sleepy, big-bloomed poppies;
purple panicles glitter in my lungs like starburst pinnacles.
Water-mirror reflects back crystalline light, fern-feathered pool.
The flame-copper fronds of my hair
unfurl in your fantasy; my beauty bends like a willow
to softly kiss your canvas, your brush caresses my curves.
I hope your fame remembers my reality
and how my vision camera-caught your creativity.
On glacial, arctic wastes of my wasted mind, blanked by laudanum,
whitened by nauseous opium, colour-clouds burst,
water lilies open starry pink hands in a pool of jewels.
This cold clutch is finally unclenching.
My stillborn child, that crib-cooled one,
light-cradled, thaws the bone-biting chill,
reclaims me from this dream-drowned prismatic pool.
8 July 26
Fifteen days of living I blew bubbles
Bubbles pearlescent in the sun
In hope and love I blew you bubbles
Ephemeral, floating, glorious sun loved bubbles.
In my act of creation, exhale air
Life held close in the bubbles
Uh-whoo, uh-whoo, here’s life to live
I blew you bubbles for you to catch.
Leap and snatch we played bubbles
Bubbles so airy we can hold and spray
A bubbly world of shimmery beings
Floating in the wind of our wake.
And at the end of the pliant and fun filled day
We dreamed of bubbles, leaping for bubbles
Watery, airy bubbles floating, flaring and caught
and held within our hand a bubble, a bubble smashed.
And oh how silly we seemed to break our play
Open up our hand, find within a pearl
A soft shimmery white pearl of life
And let it fly away, in the breeze, like our dream, free.
While sunrise bathes the early morning air
Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare
To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse.
Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest russets , in the mildest blues
Unfurling nature's waltzes that disarm
While showers of mist embellish all hues.
And garlands pirouette to catch glossed drops,
That my own soft feet twirl in revelry
When bubbles of dew explode, then to pop,
On clusters’ sunlit jive waking a lea.
Till nightfall approaches to calm the flow
Blooms curtsy, praising godly Light’s halo.
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Sonnet Contest Submitted 8/21/2016
Checked at www.howmanysyllables.com
Originally Posted 3/30/2015
Emotions
Teardrops
Shimmering sparkles
Wash splashed got
Rain Rain Rain Rain
Falling dripping dribbling
Iridescent shimmery
Teardrops
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Penned March 24, 2015!