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Closer

    The sky resembles the robin's eggshells
                                                      scattered across the ground,

a blue so seemingly infinite                     yet fragile,
cracks running between understanding and madness
 
       complementing each other

as divine truths in their own right
to conquer my mind,
to unhinge the doors,
making it unnecessary to pick rusted locks

      letting thoughts fly free,
                                       releasing love out into the horizon.

If frozen within caged snapshots of mildewed expectations,
      it will surely die,
                 but even so,
  I was willing to strangle it by holding on too tightly.

    
    Until I saw the sky and eggshells today


      Peppered clouds reflected on the water,
                                            paralleling speckles on the eggshells,
                                    remind me of the freckles on your face.

  We need to be wide-open-free,
                                                we need to fly,
         without focusing too hard on shells of yesterdays.

We need to unclench our fists,
unclench our tongues,
explore the vast blue peppered sky 
                                                 
                                                      on wings of letting go....

 so that we can once again feel with purity,       
 so that we can hold each other ever closer.







05.24.12


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012


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MAGICAL MOONLIGHT - A PANTOUM

I watch moonbeams dance on an inky sea Clouds drift on by, oh how the moon does shine Moonlight shadows always fascinate me This ever-changing scene is so divine Clouds drift on by, oh how the moon does shine As I stroll down to the sea late at night This ever-changing scene is so divine Stars are twinkling, giving celestial light As I stroll down to the sea late at night I’m captivated by such stunning skies Stars are twinkling, giving celestial light Until the morning sun begins to rise I’m captivated by such stunning skies Moonlight shadows always fascinate me Until the morning sun begins to rise I watch moonbeams dance on an inky sea My favorite Pantoum contest Sponsored by Laura Loo 22~03~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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Changing Sky

Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed
Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
And now it's time to listen,  to what the moon will say

Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
We'll watch the sun dip gently,  in the cooling twilight air
And now it's time to listen,  to what the moon will say
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair

We'll watch the sun dip gently in the cooling twilight air
Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide 

Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide 
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb

Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb
Enclosing us within the change,  of shadows of the night

So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
Enclosing us within the change,  of shadows of the night

Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed...


____________
6//26/13


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013


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In This Sky of Night

I look at shining stars in cobalt sky with just one wish to make on only one of billions of them in this Galaxy where we're just one small planet with a sun! And as I gaze, my mind is taking flight: Beyond the moon and through the milky way, we’re holding hands and soaring through a night of fantasy on beautiful display! We fly past Jupiter’s four rings of dust, then far away to Pluto. Yes, we dare! We circle back. How cold Mars is. We must warm up near Venus. Is Love’s goddess there? It matters not; my heart is ruled by YOU, and in this sky of night, dreams can come true! May 7, 2017 for Shadow Hamilton's The Night Sky Sonnets Only Contest A sonnet using the following required words: Shin(e)ing, Moon, Star/s, Planet, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Pluto and the Milky Way


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017


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What I Have Done

A heart filled with nothing
A mind that thinks not much
A soul that runs on empty
A body that craves no touch


Is just an empty walking shell
With an attitude that cares less
Is just a person with no will left
And a life she's made a mess


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2017


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I'll Meet You There

I'll Meet You There On the other side of midnight, there I'll wait. Where the sky, a lighted carpet of platinum shooting stars, and Saturn in her midst will hold our dreams. Its ring a symbol of eternal love, where our world spins the infinite carousel. A whirling circle rapid on its course, slowing at the very edge of time, that we may grasp this prized immortal ring. And all will stand in awe that they may view, a love whose birth will clothe the naked soul and touch the fringes of eternity.


Copyright © Tamara Beryl Latham | Year Posted 2018


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Gone Forever

Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.

The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.








Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both 
versions of the poem.




Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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Beneath October's Sky

red flames of desire as I hold my lover close. . . the sky has caught fire


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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On Such Divine Evenings


Aye, Spring-tide ...

On such divine evenings, thus, are perfect odes not freely spun?
The Perseids, dancing their jigs - evanescent stripes of golden ire,
under a tapestry of wonders ...

Watching rapt, ever-attentive, streaking, burning ephemeral, as if the
gods themselves trace their fingertips gently on a phosphorescent brine,
but this, yet, a sea of suns.

Could it be they are fleeting?

Hopes of angels, perhaps, dying bright in the veil of Zion - plunging to earth
as if mortal. Perchance, they're pearls of Sol, strands of liquid morning, pure,
to adorn the breast of Heaven.

Could they be forsaken souls?

Lost spirits, given one last chance to burn - to sign their id on the firmament.
Or even yet, the wishes of children, sparkling to life in the midst of their
deepest dreaming ... and then gone.

Oh, surely, it must be that!

Their bright, momentary glory is meant for just such tender fancy, the
imaginings of youth, the only fit and worthy vessel for such runes, and I,
an ever-willing caretaker.

Thus, on such divine evenings ...

Aye, Spring-tide!




~ 1st Place ~  in the "Cosmos" Poetry Contest, Thvia Shetley, Sponsor.

~ 4th Place ~  in the "Spring" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Sponsor.

~ Poem of the Day ~  on Poetry Soup.com, awarded August 7, 2017.



Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017


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Lullaby My Lustrous Twilight


Golden-flecked bliss of enraptured blown-kiss stardust bestrewn Beguiling skies bespangled sequin eyes shimmer in swoon In midnight hours from celestial bowers Lift blest voices Balmy hymns calm serenity’s sweet psalm saints’ rejoices Oh motherly heartfelt heavenly night lullaby my lustrous twilight Love - swaddle me in starlit cocoon’s blue singing silk songs till dawn’s debut Ambrosial dreams showered in jasmine streams angels’ water Immerse in sleep your virtuous well deep baptized daughter Melodic sky divinity’s stars sigh spiritual Nervana floats seraphs’ musical notes air's lyrical Oh motherly heartfelt heavenly night lullaby my lustrous twilight Love - swaddle me in starlit cocoon’s blue singing silk songs till dawn’s debut Susan Ashley December 22, 2018 ------------------------------ ~ POTD ~ December 24,2017


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017


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Summer

       summer's lavish brush
canvas stroked in billowed swirls…
    daydreams framed in blue 

           -16 Jun 2014-
             David Mohn


Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2014


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A Blanket of Stardust

“Stardust is falling!” I heard my son cry, his small precious face looking up at the sky. “Stardust?” I echoed, and thought how my son had such a vivid imagination. “Yes, Mommy. Look!” he said, taking my hand. He led me outside; the sky I then scanned. I felt an enchantment, for what did I see? Myriads of stars shone down brightly at me. And the harder I stared, the more that it seemed the heaven above was like something we dreamed. The sky was a forest, and each star - a tree - was blazing in splendor against ebony. A celestial wildfire spread there overhead. “See, Mommy, see?” my dear child then said. No dust falling down from those stars did I see, but his eyes now looked downward ecstatically. When I followed his gaze, my shock was so sweet. A blanket of stardust I found at our feet! For PD's 100 in a Row Poetry Contest #1


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012


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Soaring Hawk - A Haiku Series

Soaring Hawk poised high Back drop a deep sapphire sky Winds in attendance Mighty wings unfold Caressing the Wind Spirits They lift and support Circling Hawk perceives Rainbow circle on a cloud Framed is his shadow On oceans of blue Snow hills of clouds seem to float On silvered ripples Waves swell as they curl White manes gracefully flow Rolling to the shore Higher still soars Hawk Wind Spirits on either side Carry him upwards Land and mountains meld Lofty mountains crown the land Great aspirations Hawk gracefully glides Towards the shore he observes His island in bloom Festooned in colour Hibiscus - Red, Gold and Pink In leafy bouquets Flowers - Pale yellow Their sweet perfume exuding Riding on the Winds Romance in the air Couples hold hands and frolic An Island in love Hawaiian Hawk proud Sees everything - land and sea Paradise Island Wind voices whisper Of Rebirth, Growth and Culture Hawaii has heard
Footnote: We recently visited Hawaii, one of our favorite holiday destinations, once again we were carried away with the ambience and peacefulness of this Island Paradise. The inspiration came while viewing the breath taking panorama from the 16th floor of the Hilton Hawaiian Village Waikiki Beach Resort. The Waikiki beach, the beautiful gardens and the mountains all formed the picture. But we needed a story and the Spirit legends supplied the theme. All this came together and composed on the aircraft on our way back home to Australia. I have tried to capture and share some of the essence which is the Spirit of this beautiful island, its rebirth of culture that’s embroidered in the legends of a traditional Hula dance. The Red Hibiscus (koki'o'ula) is the flower of the big island, while the Gold flower mentioned - The vibrant, sunshine-hued Yellow Hibiscus (ma'o hau hele) is Hawaii's official National flower. In Hawaiian culture, Hibiscus is a symbol of old royalty & communicates power and respect. The Hawk Kaha Ka ‘lo - the highest Chiefs where often called ‘lo – ‘Hawk with eyes that can see everywhere’ Ku Makani ‘Rising Wind’ has a position of power grace and motion. Ka Leo O Haukine ‘The voice of the Wind’, is so named. The two Winds according to the legend, are the voices of ancestors who listen and speak through the winds. Together they are the Spirits that uplift the mighty ‘Lo – The Hawaiian hawk. Some of the imagery described is seen from the aircraft as it would be seen through the eyes of the Hawaiian Hawk. The circular rainbow, for those who have not been fortunate to have witnessed this rare phenomenon, it actually does exist. POTD 14th April 2017


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017


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Beyond the Horizon

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                                         Hearts ~ Soaring                                                                
                                                                                              
                                     On Wings ~ of Eagles 
                           
                      Dreams of Freedom ~ Promising Blue Skies










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Copyright © Arturo Michael | Year Posted 2018


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White Wolf And The Raven

Rest yourself, my white wolf friend
Take your time, until we hunt again

You've filled you belly, as I have mine
We have much time, until next we dine

Then tis I, who will take to the skies
Yes once more, I will be your eye's

I'll spy a creature, then lead you there
Where you'll snarl, white teeth you'll bare

You'll fight our foe, to provide our need
Fresh dead carcass, from which we feed

When seen together, it seems so rare
But that makes us,such an odd pair

So rest yourself my wolf, of fur so white
Soon my black feathers, will again take flight

10/18/17

contest;Could you please
sponsor;Broken Wings


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2017


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To Sail the Sky


cast tie-lines to the shadowy depths above
                    a meteor to sink into the ocean of suns
          kick off, tally-ho! From the pier of known
                              a scoundrel's nod to the skull and bone

vast skies uncharted now beckon ahead
                    a dusk of dreams splashed yellow and red
          naught but astounding, the adventures be
                              an endless sojourn 'cross a sparkling sea

the sky-palette waits for a score of tales
                    come a warm solar wind to fill the sails
          all worries and why's now, abaft the beam!
                              set due our course for a foolish dream!

a celestial tempest to bend the jack
                    to his tasking a-hold the kicking strap
          stem the tide, aye, mind the moonbeam drift
                              spread her wings wide and give her lift

the sextant's now set to the Milky Way
                    (we'll grave her clean on a windless day)
          to port side, a wink from the Seven Sisters
                              off starboard, the gleam of nebulous vistas

we sunder the clouds with our wake of mist
                    now dark matter deep and Heaven-kissed
          tossed by the waves in a sea of night
                              we gasp for the void, yet we drown in light

our spirits denuded and paean-versed
                    we dare constellations to do their worst
          for now we all pull to the task at hand
                              to chart the expanse of a boundless land

at the bidding and mercy of a rapturous breeze
                    a prayer for fair winds and following seas
          'til our hearts are full and our marrow torn
                              and we drop our anchor there, worry-worn

on the sands of time, we'll commend our dance
                    and return our dust ... to the great expanse.




* Submitted on May 27, 2018, for the "Sky" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Sponsor. *



Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018


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The Ferris Wheel

I can't describe just how I feel,
when I go round on a Ferris wheel,
the lights, they shine so bold and bright,
above the carnival grounds tonight.

My mood is uplifted into the air,
as my heart beats without a care,
I feel so free, as if I could fly,
with nothing between the ground and I.

The cool night wind flows in my hair,
the people look so small, way down there,
I hold my breath as I go over the top,
a feeling, surreal, I don't want to stop.

As fear escapes and I enjoy the ride,
I can't help but look down, over the side,
I am up among the stars and the moon,
an exciting feeling that ends, all too soon.






Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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Rainbow Skies

What would skies be without the mist,
Clouds colored by the dawn, sun kissed?

Such splendor rising pink and blue,
Lavender, silver, gold spun too.

Their shapes float softly through the sky
Cast in hues of Apollo's eye.

Gold, contrasts birds in silhouette
While dawn shines through their misty wet

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

© Connie Marcum Wong



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015


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Blossoms and Bubbles

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      


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015


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A Silent Prayer


On silky sky, a silent prayer for God and love and stars live there. In light of sun and milky moon, in depths of dark and crests of dune, where sunlit gems meet farthest seas, where rainbow’s hues meet gentlest breeze, to love on high His majesty, to fully bask in His glory, to greet the clouds and welcome rain, to hear the joy in thunder’s refrain, to know this love resides within, so once closed hearts can share, opened. A silent prayer on silky sky becomes a song to God on high.


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014


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Cassiopeia

She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.
 
Wrists raw with redness of eternal scars,
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars.
 
Cursed by Poseidon, she'll never be free.
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods,  
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea.

She wallows in shame, so lovely and flawed.
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns,
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods.

Jailed by nighttime, her weary soul mourns,
Weeping for freedom that will never be. 
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns.

Pinned there forever, unable to flee,
She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Weeping for freedom that will never be, 
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.

Five little stars
Represent her fate
Can she see us staring?

*Based on the mythological story of Queen Cassiopeia and her constellation



Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012


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He is the Night



He winks as the moon winks. His eyes twinkle as the stars sink low just for him. They are drawn in fascination to his unique charms (as in a magical sky, am I ). He is one with night, he is. He is the thrill of new beginnings and the trusted intimacy of time. Masks worn in hours of day, at dusk, slip away. Our connection grows in starry night glow. Like the brightest constellations, we fly, oh, how we fly! Complete am I in his eyes. We are one, one in our dreams. We are weightless and free. The Big Dipper scoops us up into an infinite sky of brilliance. On our quest to reach Polaris, he is my guiding light. I am complete, I am greater than my past and its disguise. I am greater in his tender sight. We are greater as one in our flight. All the rows of houses below us, silent in their sleep, awaken to our ecstatic cries of passion. We are shooting stars. In the wink of the moon, who knows its dependence on the light of a distant sun, I know my flame will die, without his inner light. We are one, one love tonight.


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015


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Riding Horses with Dad

I weave through the rocks of a rough winding trail
Up through the boulders and sage
Following a ridge to the top of the hill
I'm a young girl, who's coming of age

I am sitting astride a strawberry roan
My Dad rides ahead in the haze
Climbing the crest, they're sure-footed, and know
a place to take rest, where the horses will graze

The clouds pass over, like ships setting sail
Casting shadows on the valleys below
The sky wears a palette of rose colored, pale
Our pace resumes, quiet and slow

Our voices are silent,  all our words have been said
Just a whisper of bird wings, and a wisp of the chill
Our thoughts take our eyes, to a sun, scarlet red
Where it soon disappears, far over the hill

My Dad goes ahead, and has taken the lead
Lost in a mist, our eyes try to see
My mare tries to follow, and everything blurs
We continue our climb,  to reach forest timber
Are those voices we hear, or birds in the air?

Up he goes on the trail, on his faithful old steed, a dream, fading into the clouds..
He is smiling, my Dad,.. on his red sorrel mare

         .......while I stay behind to remember







_________________________________________________

6/19/2009














Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009


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When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.


Copyright © Tyler Knapp | Year Posted 2012


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The Golden Hour

Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.
Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's 
dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside each ear
A bare-chested Apollo cycles in low-slung shorts.

Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's, 
my ardeur imagines eyes a molten sapphire blue.
A bare-chested Apollo cycles in low-slung shorts,
calves taunt, thigh muscles pumping, a true stallion.

My ardeur imagines eyes a molten sapphire blue.
surely, the night sky is less beautiful than your eyes,
Legs with calves taunt, thigh muscles pumping, a stallion,
lovely man-child, whose dreams will you soon make true?

Surely, the night sky is less beautiful than your eyes.
Dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside each ear,
lovely man-child, whose dreams will you soon make true?
Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.



Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011