Best Silhouette Poems
Witching hour is upon us
Dusky clouds, falling, swirling
Obscuring the crescent moon
Skeleton fingered branches
Beckoning me in the wind
As I creep past the grave stones
To my final resting place
Jan Allison
10th November 2014
Contest: Silhouette of a Heptagonet
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
~awarded 5th place~
Syllable Counter Used - 'How Many Syllables' 7,7,7,7,7,7,7
Shifting shadows sculpt ebony edges,
Inking boundaries 'twixt twilight and Dusk.
Light's tethered to shapeshifting silhouettes,
Highlights shadowed, defused differences.
Out of chaos, scattered structures conjoin,
Utilizing rays of a setting sun.
Etched upon the fringes of Night and Day,
The trees begin to merge with the background:
Time pauses, almost standing still, as Dusk
Erases the colors garnered by Day.
Hot day has come to an end
Strong smell of smouldering wood
Pervades the ravaged outback
Where spiralling smoke drifts up
Lazily as a full moon
Highlights the bleak silhouette
Of a lone surviving tree.
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Paul Callus ~ 10th November 2014
Contest: Silhouette of a Heptagonet
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Out walking on the beach alone,
Waves breaking with a somber tone.
I was only a stumble
From cracking up and crashing down.
Old driftwood and a weathered shell;
Lone inmate in a private hell.
I'd been telling myself
I should take my business out of town.
Bad karma plucked a sour string.
No music, just the same damn thing.
I'd been singin’ the blues
With a heavy feeling in my gut.
Faith, charity, but not much hope;
All tangled in the hangin’ rope.
You can't open a window
If someone's gone and nailed it shut.
Just then she came and took my hand,
Said, "Got a minute, sailor man."
Her assertive approach
Caught me unprepared and way off guard.
She rattled me with sunset eyes,
Full frontal, wearing no disguise,
Her horizon aflame
With a sexy charm that hit me hard.
She teased me with her silhouette.
I smiled and said, "I'll see your bet."
It was getting on dark,
So I took the hint and got undressed.
I'm sure we musta broke some law.
No telling what the seagulls saw.
If they’d called the police
We'd be lucky to avoid arrest.
Some risks aren't really worth the chance.
Sometimes it doesn't pay to dance,
But the answer that night
Was to call her on a double dare.
I'll gamble, though I never bluff.
She's coy, but then I dig that stuff.
It's enough to get lucky
When you wager on a winning pair.
At times deaths vale splits open
and shadows weave in and out.
Your presence dances past me
gently kissing my forehead.
Rushing air catches my breath
and I am filled with peace as
your silhouette passes by.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.08.2014
Nette Onclaud Contest
Silhouette of a Heptagonet
7th
friendship - we have chased that apparition, endlessly,
but it's elusive spirit - always beyond our fingers' reach.
resentment, disappointment, heads thumped in anger,
each of us in a role, obligatory - never had a chance ...
oh, how I pleaded, many times, just to be your friend -
tears perishing in the stream of lost hope between us.
it is what it is, we are who we are, oil and water, thus.
still, you have always been my hero, there's no other,
the exemplar of character and integrity, innately kind,
talented, brilliant, hard-working, and always altruistic,
letting others, even friends, wittingly take advantage,
rather than risk a slight or argument ... or alienation.
goodness and decency were the edges of your sword,
a gallant knight, willing to lay his life for friend OR foe.
yet now my heart rends so for you, my dearest father,
armor rusting in the rain, sword blunted, halted steed.
and your faculties failing - that, the cruelest calamity ...
but still, you push to stand tall for your beloved queen,
and your squire is here, true, fain to shine your armor,
'til the bellman of Valhalla calls ... for it's most dear.
The silhouette of night comes,
like a soft dark rendering
Drawn on the wall of my mind
To visit, to remember
There I've rendered your likeness,
with the charcoal from our love
Left in the silent ashes
contest Silhouette of a Heptagonet
Frederic 11/7/14
There is a mystic hint of endearment
In watching you through shadows ,
Like observing a diaphanous river
As it meanders its way down the bend;
Past reeds and grasses on a foggy edge
To somewhere new and therefore lightly seen.
The delicate, steady throb from your glide
Moves through cycles of my lulled vision
Bringing respite from your otherworld's form
Sailing on an air of unconsciousness
And pulling that filmy silhouette
Down , down to a ripple of celestial dreams .
I relish intangible thoughts about you
Flowing gently into me. You drift quiet, still :
Those ethereal whispers bidding me closer
Like the rivulet which beckons
Through your movement in it's veiled outline.
Silhouette Contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
9/15/2017
Oh my dear, I do see your silhouette;
Sad as it seems your tears steadily drip,
crashing to the floor but oh so quiet.
My love, I do fret I cannot quite rip this
puppeteer of pure pain behind your eyes.
“Come closer my love,” but she stood quite still.
Though the tears become puddles as she cries,
the dark fears cannot break desire’s will.
Oh how her shadow now fades glowingly,
broken promises pry pleasure from pain.
She smiles finally and, knowingly
in her eyes no more tears; her sky no rain,
for she’s found solace in realizing
the grace of having a heart still beating.
Inside my head bells of nostalgia incessantly do chime
Waking a mournful muse of longing and regret
I recognize her silhouette~ a wistful tall brunette
Forever chanting spells to turn back the hands of time
She waits till sunset to paint another cruel vignette
O to what heights I’d be eager to climb
To erase all traces of a lingering everhaunting crime
A much needed soul cleansing trek thru the mountains of Tibet
AP: 2nd place 2025
My shadow keeps me company
I’m friendly with the shade
It will never abandon me
Or let me be afraid
It conceals my feelings
And always lets me hide
Keeping in the thoughts
So nothing leaks outside
You might find it cold
The way I blankly stare
But I’m working through emotions
When it looks like I don’t care
If I get overwhelmed
I cast a safety net
And I fall with faith
In to the arms of my silhouette
Yours is a beautiful silhouette.
One I've learnt to recognise,
One I've come to love.
Your form, each detail,
Committed to memory.
Sight suits for now, but
One day, I will know you by
Touch, too.
Her eyes laced up beautiful
mouth wired line delicate
blood pressed through ears
and sun cooked water burns
These skirts stabbed gray
Cold lack luster lump open
she's winter as the sky is tommorrow
too bright for fresh
wonder solid unturned bliss
her lips sure of their pale defeat
plump ajar need reeking
This body conqoured
the best dream I've ever had
Reached out to hold the silhouette who posed in the elegance of beauty that is hidden within darkness that spills out with blackness of sparkle stars near to shine
My soul, stood near, dazzled by what my old eyes sees, breathless feelings to be within her silhouette, swept inside the darkness. The rush of love that my imagination conjured up filled my old head. My feet became alive as my frail body began to dance around the beautiful silhouette that still and dark with radiant sparkles, stars that felt as though they were taking me away
As soon as she appeared her silhouette disappeared from under the cobblestone bridge from which I sat below in awe of the love I felt from the silhouette covered in darkness with sparkle stars near to shine
To shine my path through her love
It’s an autumn night
You're beautiful in this light
Moonlight silhouette
Edward J. Ebbs - 09/22/2014
Written for a Contest, Creative Haiku