Best Stunner Poems
An Emerald Morning
Verdant sylvan shades share,
emerald and peridot's glossy glow
with Apollo's serene sunrise
in silent tropic trades as
I delight to see Egrets
take flight in our island's
stunning sultry morning light
as sunlight gleams off
white outstretched wings.
My soul sings with the
enchantment life brings.
Fine mist reaps rainbows
in vivid hues, sun kissed.
Raindrops create magical
mountain mélanges in
winsome waterfalls.
Seaside surf splashes
white waves upon the
pearly sandy shores
with aqua warm waters.
Maritime vessels share
the sea with swimmers.
Young and old rejoice in
our peaceful paradise.
8-21-17
Atmospheric Pressure
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton | N/A
ANOTHER 2017 STUNNER~3rd Place~
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier | 4/19/2018
In shallow waters, I look out to sea.
Small waves are lapping, giving me a sting
upon my legs with their frigidity.
My body, with my thoughts, is wandering
as I wade farther, ever farther out.
Beyond the breakers, I would love to go.
Could anybody even hear me shout
if I were caught inside an undertow?
A splash of violet on twilight’s sky
reminds me I must stay nearby the shore!
Deep feelings surge like waves. I want to cry.
How beautiful it is, yet I want more!
Vast ocean, like my dreams, is out of reach.
I turn away and wade back to my beach.
Feb. 8, 2017 one of my biggest disappointments for an N/A last year
Now entered for Line Gauthier's "Another Stunner 2017" Contest
Night finds her waiting, clad in black,
Y earning for his soothing touch.
C loaked in darkness she frees her
T hreaded raven hair, letting it fall
O ver her bare alabaster shoulders.
P ausing by the window she stares at
H er reflection where the faint glimmer
I n her eyes betrays momentary sadness
L ingering alongside urges and desires.
I nhibitions fall prey to night’s allure
A s she strips off the flimsy veils of fantasy.
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A Stunner Contest
Hosted by Line Gauthier
Placed 2nd
© 18th January 2017
Being of sound mind
and rational thought,
I bequeath
willfully and voluntarily,
To the stars my dreams
To the winds my wishes and whims
My foibles and follies
to the meandering streams,
To the clouds go my tears
My heartaches and pains
to the mountains to bear
and my ashes strewn over
the plains, dales and valleys.
Shove my poems in a chest
and toss overboard in to
the bosom of the sea…
perchance it washes ashore some day.
~07/29/2017
~A Stunner 2017 contest by Line Gauthier
~A Brian Strand contest
We take for granted every day of life
not thinking what regenerates each one...
just dealing with our happiness or strife;
achievement of our goals when day is done.
Like tiny ants, we scurry here and there,
not seeing past our minuscule domain;
to us, a giant globe held up in air
we feel secure upon our Earth's terrain.
But when we start to think of 'the beyond',
perspective changes as we realize
Earth shares a grand relationship and bond
to all that is and moves behind our skies.
We live upon one stone of billions spun,
that twirl around a star that is their Sun.
~1st Place~
Contest: January 2019
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/11/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: A Stunner 2017
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 03/12/2018
There is a refuge, sweet, whereto I rush,
(Where all but clever words would be remiss),
When cheeks of evening sky begin to blush,
As setting sun bestows a goodnight kiss.
I go there with my pen to thus inspire,
And churn my muddled thoughts to acumen,
To winnow passion's embers into fire,
Or fan a flaring phrase of 'what' and 'when'.
It feeds to me a menu, rich and rare,
Of musing souls as mine, that seek to plumb ...
The depths of rapture, beauty and despair,
A feast of all we've been and may become.
But ...
No meal is perfect, that I must bequeath ...
And this soup has sharks stirring ... underneath.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Shark In the Soup" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "A Stunner January 2018" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor ... N/A'd on January 24, 2018, in the "Premiere Contest Number 390 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Snowflakes are falling, it's late on Christmas Eve
Poor Rudolph’s sleigh is stuck fast in the snow
It’s gridlock on the roads and Rudolph can’t leave
The traffic lights are green, but no vehicles can go
Tears run down his nose and it glows bright red
His sleigh has gifts, which Santa needs to give out
to good children who are asleep in their bed -
Rudolph must not be late, or Santa will shout!
An old man winds down the window of his truck
Then he whispers to Rudolph to quickly dry his tears
He produces a snow shovel; Rudolph is in luck
Santa has promised him one for the sleigh for years!
They worked quickly and soon the sleigh is free
Rudolph took off high into the evening sky
He heads for the North Pole and crosses the sea
Under cover of darkness, no one can see him fly
Santa is delighted when the sleigh comes to land
Soon the other reindeer are hitched to the sleigh
Rudolph tells Santa a stranger gave him a hand
And how he helped to clear all the snow away
Mrs Claus chooses a gift to repay his kindness
And Santa delivers it to the old man’s front door
There’s no note on the gift but the man can guess
As the sleigh’s runner marks were not there before!
N/A in original Christmas Rhymes Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
submitted into a stunner 2017 by Line Gauthier
11-27-17
I wandered lost on this road we call life . . .
It all started when I was a small girl,
watching in slow motion the accidental death of my sister;
that day, I became hidden and lost in my head,
confused, dazed, muddled and puzzled, I was lost and astray.
I just stopped talking, I was doomed,
in my silent existence nothing was sure;
my confidence wavered and I questioned God,
but my imagination soared .
My parents were baffled,
they tried to get me help;
one day, in my imagined world I thought I could fly,
so I climbed out my window and tried, falling, falling.
My dad heard me screaming and ran to catch me,
I lay befuddled in his arms;
"Daddy, what happened?" His tears rained down,
yet, I was still lost in my head.
I grew up a silent girl, often distant and perplexed,
always entangled in a world of fantasy where all was safe;
and before you think me totally lost- it was the beginning,
and birth of this writer . . .
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September 30, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Lost In My Head
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9458-22-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Another 2017 Stunner
sponsor, Line Gauthier
First Place
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Entered in the contest Lost, Debbie Guzzi
NA - Judged 10/24/17
Someone had left a scarf from South Africa.
It was on the table - a square one.
A lion was looking out from it,
its teeth on show.
My plane hadn't left yet,
so my eyes were drawn to lion eyes,
and how it stared at me -
a visitor.
I had loved my holiday...
Why does a fortnight go like lightning?
I was a stranger all that time...
The lion knew.
It had been made in South Africa
on a loom in someone's bedroom,
but its eyes were the eyes of a real lion.
It wanted me to go.
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4/3/2017
Contest - A STUNNER 2017
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
2nd place win
Let's Stay on This Page
Let us cherish this night of star-splashed splendor;
freeze this mystical moment of love’s passion in time.
Don’t turn this page…love must not fade with the passing night.
Don’t let this magic end when madness strikes at midnight!
Freeze this mystical moment of love’s passion in time.
Free your soul to dance and sing in harmony with mine.
Don’t let this magic end when madness strikes at midnight…
not even the fleeting sands of time can erode this bliss!
Free your soul to dance and sing in harmony with mine.
Don’t turn this page…love must not fade with the passing night.
Not even the fleeting sands of time can erode this bliss…
let us cherish this night of star-splashed splendor!
05-24-2017
Contest: Another 2017 Stunner
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Placement: 3rd
The flames had long died down
But embers lingered on
Till persistent snowflakes fell
And the last remnants of hope
Slowly fizzled out.
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Contest: A January Stunner
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Placed 3rd
Ripples fade on shore
as there will be next to fade
like a shipwrecked soul
who risks and writhes in defeat
like a dropping leaf on scream
12.19.17
"Stunner 2017"
hosted by Line
Third Place
How my hands, in prayer, trace your face
Among a lattice of night stars
To bestow true devotion's grace
As kisses of yesteryears charm my breath...
That I hum our familiar lullaby,
And In return, you call to ask if all's well
On this day of love, as I clutch the same roses...
Ambrosial, crisp, the way you'd arrange them
From our garden lush as passion blue--
That thoughts gentle as moonlight
Speak for two while my fingers note down
Love's eternal reveries , the languid memoirs
Of twilight's passage from your shadow's goodbye:
Yet, for odd and even numbers of each hour,
I dare cherish...to walk this path with you.
Contest of Line Gauthier: A Stunner 2017
Re-entered 3/13/2018
Am I living a delusion, for I have
a mania, a verbo grapho obsession
oh yes, I have a fixation
for words and writing . . .
sometimes I am wrapped in melancholia
free-floating in strangeness
euphoria is when I am writing necro
unhinged, perhaps
maybe
I just have this urge to pen death
after all death has been my best friend
since forever it seems . . .
but in general
this writing madness is my daily thirst
I must feed my passion
my compulsion, my ravings
in nature I get lost in my mind
I have a fancy for flowing streams
and quiet forests
where birds sing insanity . . .
my ink must fall on white daily
or I am sure madness will invade
oh, lunacy may not be far off
oh, that is silly
these fits of mania are just
the hunger and need of
a writer . . .
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October 20, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Feeding My Passion
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9511-76-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , A Stunner 2017
Sponsor, Line Gauthier
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Mania
Sponsor Lewis Raynes
NA
I was a successful, fashionable florist, in mild green days of elegant gardens,
When an orange sun beamed its pleasure, like locales where lavender begins.
I formed arrangements for many occasions, drawing beauty lovers from afar,
As pretty planets arrange for a meeting, after wild rumors of the newest star.
And crowded hours were filled with summer, like pearly dews crowd morning,
Until ruby butterflies are playing tag, and gemmed damselflies are swarming.
Friends felt I might always be found, in some area of flush bloom fragrancies,
Like raven midnight's march to daybreak, with its warm, varicolored agencies.
Fond family held festive feasts, in fading hours of sparkly, fuchsia sun falling,
As whippoorwill songs clashed with red robin's, midst magenta stars gawking.
I lived in the house of tangy, saturated noon, when flowers were in full glory,
Like the most beautiful day of a woman's life, when a bride she's come to be.
Scarlet, saffron and other hues glittered, within the soulful sector of summer,
As starlings sang songs along my street, and sun rose and retired, a stunner!
Neighbors were nomadized at times, as honeydew moon nestles in new night,
When visiting me on eves of silk and satin, when fresh June was at its height.
Silver clouds were saddled with summer sun, in suddenly days of sweet rose,
Like grey encumbering smoke from autumn fires, when in plum mists it flows.
Raven noon was in green treetops, as the inarticulate ravens were squawking,
And fading time seemed to stand still, but ephemeral moments kept walking.
One day I woke to a gorgeous view from my window, daisies pink and yellow,
In the wide field right next to my house, glowing in the rich, sunshine mellow!
It put such a smile on my face, oh my! Like flocks of pretty blue jays going by,
And I kept seeing daisies everywhere I went, like a pearlescent moon on high!
I beheld African daisies and shasta, and pom pom-like chrysanthemum ones;
Along with fine lustrous gerberas, in all colors found, in wild green kingdoms.
I wondered at my strange, good fortune, in seeing beloved blooms anywhere;
Like the young, butterscotch days when Mother said, 'We're going to the fair!'
For awhile, I saw sweet daisies by day, and it seems I dreamt daisies at night;
Like a brief mystic spell of rapture, when hidden beauty's freed from its plight.