Best Splendor Poems
Golden light appears in tier after tier
As if Mother Nature were on a spree
Fall's magical splendor each passing year
Transforming the colors of every tree
Colors she chooses are all warmer hues
Flaxen yellow, marmalades and pure reds
Old russet and bright chartreuse to confuse
Over dark forest floors boldly she spreads
Is it winter coming she would deter?
His icy breath blusters as winds blow cold
As in years before — Autumn must demur
Silently wearing her golden blindfold
Like drifting leaves that fall by the roadway
We'll return to life some wonderful day
Nourished by garland skies of scarlet blue
And velvet grass in golden green festoon
September wed us; one heart, made of two
Days of turquoise kisses, too much, too few
Cloud castles filled our eyes, too long, too soon
Nourished by garland skies of scarlet blue
As courting butterflies demurely flew
In circles, touching a sunset lagoon
September wed us; one heart, made of two
Oaks framed in ancient splendor crafted new
Leaves burst in layered passion of maroon
Nourished by garland skies of scarlet blue
Once summer romance burned off, what is true
Love's music swayed our souls, set to its tune
September wed us; one heart, made of two
I held one ivory rose, clinging dew
Made lovelier under her sapphire moon
Nourished by garland skies of scarlet blue
September wed us; one heart, made of two.
Ascending dawn scintillates in golden sunrise
Enriching ambience of grinning crimson skies
As gentle winds propagate splendorous themes
Of budding prairies, of avid burbling streams,
Of fragrant revelry swaying blossoming trees,
Luring nectar-dreams of waltzing, buzzing bees.
Birds merrily frolic~ hopping, trilling carefree,
Inspecting, admiring, a season donning glee,
Warbling mid-air, choreographing playful zeal
Vying white blossoms of magnolia’s appeal,
Opulence of red tulips, distant lush foothills,
Gliding over exultantly dancing gold-daffodils.
Engrossed in resplendence, leisurely we stroll,
Embracing tender love smitten passions cajole,
Eying landscapes idyllic panoramic vistas scroll
From majestic mountain, vibrant grassy knoll~
Yearning earnestly euphonic ballad of spring
Reverberating melodies verses of hearts sing.
May 2, 2023
Poem of the day on May 4, 2023
Placed 1st: Up To 20 Lines Poetry Contest
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Along a fence and out into a field I amble;
seduced by a tree surrounded by flowers, I stroll toward a small hill.
Gentle is this grassy slope
redolent of sweet birch and the wildflowers birthed from fertile
earth. I’m at ease as my eyes embrace a valley
extending endlessly with emerald enchantment.
Nature’s nakedness is lush!
Auspicious day! All around me is the ambiance of
spring and scent of grass where sheep now graze.
Gathering sun’s rays, Nature glistens, for she’s become
radiant from her recent rendezvous with Rain!
As Sun in azure sky arrives with all his ardor,
sparrows sing in my shady tree, soothing me.
Sanguine is my soul
as I lie down in the grass
amidst green splendor.
Written March 1, 2016
for Anthony Biaanco's "In the Grass" Contest
Sounds of Splendor
Some say songs soothe the savage beast
On gentle melodies I feast
Sensual pleasures increase
Swing me, sway me, elevate me
Joyful psalms can jubilate me
Your lyrics stimulate me
Rock, classical or jazz
Reggae, soul and blue grass
Music always resonated
Wind songs man has emulated
Across Earth unabated
Primitive tribes made drums and flutes
Melodies traced to early roots
Angst is quelled, anger dilutes
Harmonies reign in grace
As all cultures embrace
The beauty of song unifies
Turning enemies to allies
Play set chords or improvise
All arts bring beauty to our lives
Song styles change but music survives
So much pleasure we derive
Singing in unison
Tunes from the musician
*for Catie’s “Focus on Syllables” contest (887, 887, 66 repeated three times)
so there I was hanging out
between the door jam
in between the
crack and sunlight
hoping to grow like the skinny weed
trying to break free of the concrete
to be better for whoever
or worse
but lost that diamond ring actually now
pushing daisies back up
to the sixth floor window somewhere
between the street below and hell if I know
I had carried that mountain for you
wrapped in a big ole lazy bow
and waded for you in heavy splendor
until that day you came home
carrying that poem
and said that I should
plant my own flowers
because you had found
another rose
Vivaldi’s Violin
The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps
a misted remembrance made more distant more soft
in the surrounding sunset not trusting eyes only ears.
I sit up and listen indeed stretch all hearing as music
surely music more than the wind’s whistling moves
ever closer alerting me to a whole physical smiling
through the opened backdoor I cast my sight past
the silhouetted trees of early December past
yellow-glowing windows of neighboring homes and on
past the twinkling white low-altitude warning lights set
like many a Venus on the horizon I notice I am
not frozen from weather but rather awaiting a sign as
a startling soloist continues Vivaldi’s allegro non motto
violin in a love affair with nature a secret in splendor
a flying to heights just beyond human
ears or prayers in this courting of my soul and its
further reaching in Winter III Allegro that could lift
the twilight ever more than experienced in dreams.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 12/3/2020
Thanks be to God
Spirits Leap To Touch Autumn's Splendor
When small fires and hot soups are needed,
We think to leave behind great summer greens
Looking back at crops long ago weeded
Recalling future promise of our teens,
Good-byes, waved to grains heavy and golden;
We give hellos to coming Autumn's hues
Memories stored from ancient years olden,
Admiration for past skies deep blues.
When keen hearts see beautiful leaves shedding;
Thoughts of winter's cold about to arrive
With wise caution, we add extra bedding,
For comfort and warmth needed to survive,
And vivacious colors found alluring,
We gladly view this bright colorful season,
As if beauty we be briefly touring
And love of life now has deeper reason.
In midst splashing colors and gems falling
Our souls may celebrate pages soon turning,
In sad hearts vacate places recalling,
With desires strong, deep and fiercely burning;
We see such bright color and falling gems
Spirits leap to touch Autumn's splendor
With tender voice, we sing cheerful new hymns
Thanking God with words soft, true and tender.
Within scenes and times now quite rewarding,
Paintings of joy and dear hope abounding,
We light morning fires with hopes regarding,
Daily lives giving clear shouts resounding,
Happiness in small pleasures growing
Foods prepared delicious for the season
Resting calm in so faithfully knowing
We may note Autumn's gifts for good reason.
Robert J. Lindley, 8- 11 -2017
With September’s tenure over, October takes charge.
Leaves turn yellow, red, and ochre in colourful surge.
As autumn breeze strongly veers round and blows,
Leaves fall and lie in heaps, rows upon rows.
They go into the making of autumn’s mosaic quilt.
Before they, under our feet, mournfully wilt,
Autumn leaves float and fly like flowers,
Twirling and whirling in the air on breezy hours.
As the air grows crisp and cold day by day,
Autumn is all set to have its powerful sway.
Birds by the riverside one by one will fly away,
Fearing the golden autumn days will never stay.
With so much of beauty and variety in the trees
And an endearing whisper in the blowing breeze,
Autumn is the one season I wholeheartedly hail,
And wish to breathe its air as my last inhale.
As the lily in its beauty
Heavenly kiss
on soft cheek
You are mine and I am yours
Until death separates us
An unbreakable seal that lasts for life
Pearl sugar and soft butter
melted
Two hearts become one
In eternal love
Divine
11.06.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Spring arrived, softer than the paling dawn
Wildflowers flourished across verdant hills
Bees were swarming, lush grass covered my lawn
in the season of splendor, as God wills
Glints of gold sunlight gleamed o'er pastel skies
Bird trills filled the air with resonant song
Life was a color palette through my eyes
On wafting breeze, monarchs fluttered in throng
What a joyous time when hope is renewed
Every living thing seems pure and pristine
Nature revived, and its beauty imbued
My heart is content and my soul, serene
God enfolds us in clement alms of Spring
The gentle season after Winter's sting
February 28, 2021
Paradise splendor
Enjoying Hawaiian sites...
Sweetheart at the beach
In the dawn of our life when splendor began
And our fears were not yet known;
We walked with a love that came from within
In a wonderful world of our own.
Then came a time when love became fickle
Shame grew with a strength we never knew;
And the love we cherished began to fade away
Grief and sorrow began to hold true.
The love we had became harder to hold
What little could be found from the start;
If we could go back to when splendor began
To keep the love glow we had in the heart.
*A collaboration with my friend Dan Kearley!*
I found it in the heaven's
In the sun and moon and sky and stars above
I found it in the clouds
And in the colors of the rainbow
I found it in the forest serene
In the majestic mountains and in the desert plain
I found it in the flowing rivers and ocean's shore
I found it in the flowering bud
And in the array of floral and fauna colors
I found it in the butterfly and song birds
In the raindrops and the snowflakes
I found God's handiwork in nature
I only had to open my eyes
To look upon this divine splendor
On this planet called Earth
A
path to
harmony
is one adorned
with vermilion hues.
Pumpkin leaves, remnants of
summer’s verdant colors now
drifting through the woodland splendor
through argentine skies, unified, a mélange
of the magnificence autumn bestows.
©2011 Connie Marcum Wong