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Skylines
Puncturing clear blue blue skies,
Evidence of mankind’s rise,
Or fall.
Skylines
Winky, Twinkly, in dark black nights
Changing, changing ‘til dawn from twilight,
Low or tall.
Skylines
Wrapped in mystic fog of morn;
Vehicles forced to press on horns;
In a mood.
Skylines
Glued in cubist silhouette,
God’s glory colors in the west,
Weary workers brood.
Skylines
Never fail to instill a thrill
When first seen while driving still
Coming home.
Skylines
Familiar, welcoming with silent song,
You know you’re where you belong,
At home.
First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and savour August rare days
Magenta skylines cluster silken clouds
blue ocean colour eyes that worship shrouds
a fancy surreal canvass so divine
it mesmerises jubilant bright crowds
Summer fun arcades stoke our dream world mind
gasps of red tint bliss a peak season find
earthbound poise dilates refulgent cascade
rocking beach tune fare blurs dark strain purblind
Sapphire plinths that anchor stoic ambit
vision on parade my high rise gambit
traipse amid the dahlia euphoric
seventh heaven rapture’s cloud nine orbit
The city skyline’s broken teeth
Chewed on the fog’s edge
Yellowed and dirty tendrils seethe
Above the sun’s defeated wedge
The lights wink on like stars but dim
One for one they blink and wink
Musical lights but just a whim
Whimsical eyes peer through the stink
Exhaust exhausted
Encrusted in grime
Another sunset display wasted
As sun slides into slime
The city skyline’s broken teeth
Gum at the blue-black dusk
A faded funeral wreath
Above a wasted husk
Yet city life slowly creeps out
Of chimneys and alleys
As the irritated neighbor shouts
Through the concrete valleys
And as the snake of traffic exits
The city goes to sleep
The teeth still clenches and grits
As the pain cuts so deep
hue of afternoon
when the twilight curtain falls -
flamingo feathers
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31/01 - 2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The New York City skyline
Once had visitors impressed,
But now it makes New Yorkers
Feel disgusted and depressed.
For jutting out obnoxiously,
A giant matchstick looms;
It’s a residential building
Filled with billionaire-type rooms.
It is ugly, it is boring
And it’s thrust into our faces
While destroying what was once
The special skyline it replaces.
We all know that its existence,
Though disastrous indeed,
Has been brought about by what
The world gets by on – mostly greed!
Written: May 20, 2024
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Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway
sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell
splendid summer shorelines spike
summertime spousal serenade swept
scrumptious, sturdy sibyllic sweeps
silky shorelines settle scrawls
seawater subtly scrubs sewage
skirr is a spectacular sand stronghold
sapphire specks spruce seaside sand
shoreline scoria is sharp
shipmates glide along a sleety seacoast
shivering seafarers' sight.
Straight skyline scaled saddlebow
sighting swallows spawned sibilance
stalls and slumps were scrutinized
strolling solysium soliloquy
stranding Schadenfreude
satisfied spectator
sarcasm serves as a solecism
slanting supplants a sempiternal scintilla
swirl across a snapped soul
supported standout slide
spiraling semantic spondaic species
sweeping synopsis syncope
start to sense surrealism
Sensual, sensuous, slim, and smiling
sits silently staring
sapphire sky sight
the sun casts scarlet shadows
slowly sinking silhouettes
scatter stars on skylines
Sunday sermon supply
searching souls
singing serenade.
Slides speckled sunshine
souvenirs spark strands of subdued shades
sequential surety swelling
strange, scarlet, silky songs
sway symphonic sylphic stardust
store sustained scrupulousness
silver surges spurred the space
snagging scents
step sibilant serendipity
stirred spectrum.
YELLOW IS THE SUN IN THE SKYLINE after Midnight- -
Once upon a midnight flat;
It was matte, imagined that!
'It's that even,' I muttered;
Yellow as sun and butter;
…..a rainbow of mystic skies;
Beautiful site between the eyes;
Passions liken a blonde celandine;
Bright byzantine, lupine, and benign!
Solar capsicum minds the incline;
~Yellow sun shines the skyline;~
3/30/19
10 Lines, 5 Words:
Rhyme III Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
I sit half crouched in a rickety chair
My gaze riveted on the porthole
A fuzzy mirror to the outer landscape
Begins slowly to unscroll
A lanky ray peeps within
And falls on my droopy eye
I strain to catch the morn's glow
As day prepares to drag by
A silhouette grim and dark
The limping guard, I fathom
Sound of jarring footsteps
Echoe with staccato rhythm
Twisting forms trespass through
With rumbles of storm unseen
My mind churns in unison
Torn into tiny smithereens
Like an urchin's grubby face
Descending splashes of rain
dripping down as oblong tears
Are traced on the grimy pane
Trickling water seeps through cracks
Forms murky puddles below
A rat scurries to lap it up
Before nibbling my dead toe
Sieged by death like silence
All forces now seem spent
My reinless musings merge with
Macabre shadows on the vent.
Contest Jamie's interesting contest1
Theme: Reflections on the window
Rhyme scheme abcb
Date Feb 17 2017
skyline
standing boldly
against golden beauty
heroes recalled today, always
vista
Natures skyline wows
Emerald greenery blooms
Forest firs flourish
From the heart of their country to a new world they did sail
Over an expanse of ocean through storms and gales
They settled in New Amsterdam, this Dutch colonial place
To create a new world in their progressional space
Many years later after conflicts took their toll
New York was born, under British control
The gate to this city is passed by a lady so proud
A gift from the French, freedoms torch raised to her clouds
The Big Apple, this city in the year 2001
Where infidels and cowards tried to bring this gem down
But deep from their depths from the loss of their Twin Towers
Feel its heart and strength, its unity powers
I hovered softly to see the exquisite skyline
As it set in place, the most overtaking colors
The colorful clouds were painted pinkish orange
As it set in mind a painted picture
And we were the ones disturbing this picture
This moving paint
Of the comfort of mind
Of the settle of thought
I preserved the moment and thought of the artist
The one who created this picture
In the early morning of peaceful chills to come
I honored this picture
Not all people saw this speck of painted art
As we went west, the light-blue skyline appeared cloudless
But as I glanced east, there they are
The clouds of beauty
Of sanity, of manifest
To the only True Artist; God
A labyrinth constructed in perfection
Hues claim color blue for their reflection
Old and new take turns in violet isolation
A Spectrum designed in oblivion
Nowhere to find safety, fall or learn to fly the horizon
abysses hold my untold as a hidden tradition
these secrets are folded delicate
like warm winter blankets
Sitting in the attic on the sunny side of regret
These Loft windows lay unarmed and clear
My Fear watches over the skyline with a cracked mirror
Searching for a lost child, my child
Gone far into the labyrinth
Grey Clouds offer tears to replace a thunders rest
And I mourn while evanescent with wonder
Of my children, gone and left behind
Detained by fate for spending stolen time as mine
Destiny's fight unwinds
my last chance to shine
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
call
from far
to be lost
not to be traced
back
wind
sets free
wings of mind
skyline calling..
fly
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Placement:5th; (September 2011)
By:kashinath karmakar
Contest:Turn on the Lanterne
Sponsor:Nette On claud
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