Best Strolling Poems
Oh! how gracefully the trees, flaunting splendor lilt
Swaying autumn’s palettes in rhythms of winds ruby
As the sun is setting, flaming glow of gamboge skies
Amber breeze is blushing rosy glimmer of eventide
And robins are excavating pecking on decaying lawn
Where ducks are ambling, ogling seductive bond
Amid people strolling, pausing to gaze at opaline arc
Floating crimson filaments on tinted purple canvas
Enhanced by falling colors whirling mellowed vibes
In twilight’s golden ambiance alluring romantic eyes
Gleam of eve’s fading, ceding reign to peeking moon
As scent of you appeals, quiescently enveloping me
Enchanting where I sit, under twinkling stellar magic
Enticed by euphony of mockingbird’s sensuous song
Articulating for me eloquently, love is never too far
When autumn blazes passions titillating lovers’ hearts
October 20, 2021
Placed 1st: Let’s Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Unrhymed couplet/Unrhymed imagism/Free verse
palm trees silhouette
against ocean's pastel hues
sunset's soft glow
misty horizon
oceans seperate his palm
from my tear
my floating sandal-
tumbling waves break
upon the shore
floating bubbles
before i tossed my pebble
dad breaks wind at sea
waves lilt upon the sand
coloured corals crunch
between our toes
low tide
dawn's golden shimmer reveals
a coral reef
the tempest
a lone ship fades
in the mist
not for the contest but tnks Heather
Ober and participating friends for
the ocean haiku inspiration
I was strolling through Evergreen Cemetery the other day,
Glancing at epitaphs etched upon various stones along the way.
Some flowing verse was out of this world but I can only assume,
That the authors were forthcoming in how they met their doom!
"Should an inconsiderate bird upon my stone alight,
Please do me a favor and remove the blight!"
"Here reposes a dude who tried to rob a lady teller,
But she was a keener shot than this unlucky feller!"
"Here sleeps ace pilot Captain Cletus Cole;
His wings were clipped attempting a barrel roll!"
"Here reclines butcher Clyde who cheated on his wife.
Unknown to him she was also adept at wielding a butcher knife!"
"Here lies Hank his mortal shell riddled with lead.
He was nabbed rustlin' steers and the sheriff shot him dead!"
"Here is deposited the corpus of Eddie a top-notch baker.
He is now serving assorted donuts to his beloved Maker!"
"Please relay your regards as by this way you pass,
But for heavens sake, keep off the cottin' pickin' grass!"
"On a banana peel the dear departed slipped and fell.
We pray he landed in paradise and not in hell!"
"He didn't know his Volkswagen had all that power.
He met his doom head-on doing 90 miles per hour!"
"Fer nigh on 40 years old Hank rode this earthly range;
Now he rides in that final roundup on that heavenly grange!"
"Gambler Jim has left very few friends behind to grieve;
He was caught with a couple of aces up his sleeve!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Come with me into life's sunset
Hold my hand as we slowly stroll
In life you are a great asset
Come with me love as we grow old
Let's grow close as we near heaven
Our love on loom close interwoven
In perfection our love unfold
Written by:Sara Kendrick
In honor of Brian Strand
Contest: 1 to 7
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Walking hand in hand 'long the quay,
We enjoy the cool breeze,
A big ship's anchored faraway,
We head toward the seas,
Watching the grey and orange skies,
Our problems we forget,
Together in all lows and highs,
We move towards sunset.
04/12/19
Picture #3
Free verse or rhyme poetry in its beauty contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Strolling along looking out for new nature
Bluebirds nest along the way
Orange mushrooms have sprung to life
Smoke bomb mushrooms have shed their spores
Anticipation is the thrill and surprise
The marigolds have reseeded to new life
My late plantings of dill have sprouted
Now if the frost doesn't kill them too soon
Oh yes the post box, a new sample package
A Country magazine, and a bill yuck!
Tomorrow again anticipation
Two Beach Strolling Sisters Discussing Their Savior
This was his virtue; that with head and heart
He saw life sanely, from all mist apart,
and spoke with such assurance as he showed
our way as straight as an old Roman road.
This was His beauty, that with bird and flower
He loved the strange revealings of each hour,
from wandering stars, from waywardness of earth;
Fountains of poesy quivered at his birth.
This was his grandeur, that in all he saw
or dreamed, he bowed before eternal law.
Knowing his soul the vassal of the King
whose realm is established by our laboring!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2016
Painting number seven
Poem number seven, Ekphrasis (rhyme)
Inspired by- the painting
( Twilight Confidences, by Cecilia Beaux 1888)
and Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge
Ekphrastic: Writing on Art and Art on Writing [this site ACCEPTS reprints] http://www.ekphrastic.net/submissions.html
There goes my baby
Strolling the long way home
Light of my life song
Shedding Sunday now
Kicking remnants down the slope
Waiting for Monday
Natures presence everywhere embracing, strolling in the park.
Rowboats glide on mirrored waters, picturesquely passing by.
Perfume lingers from sweet blossoms, floating on the summer air.
Noisy wildfowl busy feeding, begging scraps of food from tables.
Gentle breezes drowsing senses, leaving feelings so sublime.
Faces skywards rising upwards, gaze as chidren fly their kites.
Now close your eyes and listen to the sound, it's nature calling,
Sunlights loving warm caresses, to bless this earthly paradise.
George Seal 9/ 1/ 2015.
Soon to be strolling
Under full moon with cocoa
Peaceful surrender
**anyone in the northern hemisphere...full moon
tonight...
Strolling Poets walking Reaping striking glowing Swooning autumn colors talking Courting
Just taking a stroll today into Spring,
the sky is a lovely shade of azure blue;
and how joyful the birds chirp and sing,
the trees sway and rustle in a peaceful hue.
The sky is a lovely shade of azure blue,
a distant stream is calling, calling my name;
the trees sway and rustle in a peaceful hue,
a view from the shore- like peering into an art frame.
A distant stream is calling, calling my name,
rippling water chatters along its far, far journey;
a view from the shore- like peering into an art frame,
and butterflies drift all twirling, swirling and flirty.
Rippling water chatters along its far, far journey,
I follow the stream until I reach a wildflower meadow;
and butterflies drift all twirling, swirling and flirty,
I am greeted by a symphony of birds like a concert allegro.
I follow the stream until I reach a wildflower meadow,
and how joyful the birds chirp and sing;
I am greeted by a symphony of birds like a concert allegro,
just taking a stroll today into Spring.
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May 08, 2022
Poetry/Pantoum/Strolling Into Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1454-339-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, A Rhyming Pantoum of Five Stanzas
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 06/04/2022
As I strolled through a small meadow
A profound peace consumed my soul
Felt serene; my heart was aglow
As I strolled through a small meadow
Blooming roses were in a row
Basking in nature, I feel whole
As I strolled through a small meadow
A profound peace consumed my soul
09/20/2022
Contest: Triolet
Sponsor: Joseph May
Strolling down memory lane
Where the colors begin to fade.
Strolling down memory lane
Is where I want you to come along.
Strolling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind.
Strolling down memory lane
I won’t be afraid.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not lacking in color.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not a big bummer.
Strolling down memory lane
Not a storm in sight
Strolling down memory lane
is joy without bite.
A memory that I have created in my mind,
Stands the test of time.
Memories are like a dream, a reflection of the past.
Ask me no questions I will tell you no lies.
Night in the Persian Gulf can be rather eerie
When one steams along the coasts, there are bizarre sights
Giant spires spouting lofty infernos so fiery
It's as if I sail the shores of hell on these nights
The seas part before me in phosphorescent curl
Menacing gun boats prowl the watery darkness
In the masts, shifting albatross silently whirl
Strolling the bridge, my coffee cup provides me warmth
My mind occupied by sweet my girl back at home
Counting the days until I return to her smile
My thoughts return to a light in the ocean foam
I raise my glasses and judge its distance a mile
I report the unknown contact down to combat
Thoughts returning to her, in the grass we both sat
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008