Best Stunning Poems
Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread their new wings and fly
Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze
Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers
Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze!
They will pollinate blooms for many hours
Young lambs gamboling around in the fields
Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue
I love the spring season where nature yields
Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you
Spring brings rejuvenation to our land
The vibrant countryside looks very grand
14 lines 10 syllables per line
Checked with how many syllables*
Doesn't counted as 2 syllables
Had previously been awarded 1st place in another contest and also POTD subsequently given
n/a in Best sonnet contest
Sponsored by Laura loo
judged on 3/3/2018 9:36:00 AM
Entered into POTD Contest Sponsored By Richard Lamoureux
Poets Notes. I struggle to write sonnets I find the form extremely challenging so was delighted to get POTD in 2016 for this particular poem
08~19~16
Professor Hapgood’s studies on ancient maps were fixed
Einstein said his theories should be added to history’s mix
Perhaps it proved too big a leap for other minds to take
But his ancient culture findings, Hapgood would not forsake
6000 BC, before Egypt’s pyramids were built
Millennia before Pompeii’s lava had been spilled
Or small fishing boats hugged the Mediterranean Coast
And Columbus’s “daring” voyage was not even close
Ancient seafarers drew with astounding accuracy
Maps of the world they once knew, the fishermen’s legacy
Antarctica sans ice and closer to the equator
The Mid-Atlantic Ridge once an above-sea sky scraper
Siberia touching Alaska with no Bering Strait
(Palin could have seen Russia without snow from her back gate)
Cuba, England, Sweden, too, on these maps appear clearly
But Sweden’s fully glacial; England’s blanket an ice sheet
If we believe Hapgood, a civilization once thrived
Thousands of years before language; maps keep memories alive
Technology to chart the seas was lost in ancient times
With latitude and longitude measurements quite refined
Sea kings’ cities may have succumbed during the last Ice Age
Surviving nations lost their skill when history turned a page
Geography to be found again when the Earth had healed
“Discoverers” reinvented the forgotten ship’s wheel
Magellan, perhaps not the first to sail around the globe
Admiral Byrd not the first man to visit the South Pole
Spirits from a colony of seafarers can be found
From deep beneath Antarctic ice, they try to spread the word
But laugh they must as scientists forecast global warming
And man attempts to alter life and heed their dire warning
Shifting poles? Natural cycles! Men would be well advised
To study the maps Hapgood found and open their closed minds
To learn more about Professor Charles Hapgood’s map studies and the comments made by
Albert Einstein, you can visit http://www.crystalinks.com/crustal.html.
I see pretty flowers
in gardens and bowers
Vivid gold daffodils
line the banks of deep rills
Fledgling chicks spread their wings
listen as songbirds sings
Little lambs play in fields
I love all that spring yields
Theme 2 nature inspired
Alexandrine - Modified Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Checked with how many syllables
03/23/20
Her great-grandfather was an Irish lad
with bright red hair. He went to Timbuktu
and met a Muslim, black and beautiful.
Their oldest daughter wed a fair-skinned Jew!
They had a son who wed an Asian girl
with French and Tongan blood, but nobody
can believe the beauty of THEIR daughter -
a stunning product of diversity!
Written 4/23/2016 For the Beauty and Diversity Poetry Contest of PD
Jewelled flowers add such bling
on zephyr breeze they gently swing
Pretty pastel coloured bluebells ring
hark, you’ll hear them herald spring!
A flock of blackbirds sweetly sing
as they catch flies upon the wing
Tiny lambs gambol with zest and zing
lush green grass, their soft plaything
HM in a contest in 2018
I was disappointed not to place higher than an HM , I worked hard with the imagery and the rhyme at the end of each line
Submitted to Honourable mentions Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
3/10/18
Written: August 20, 2023
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dawn brightens the skies,
hand brushes the labent hues,
shades of gold unfold.
soft hues of blue hint,
a blush painting dawn's canvas,
cobalt night beckons.
naked moon rises,
gold arias serenade
veils of lacy light,
night light for lovers.
teasing swelling tides of love,
dawn's blond symphony
Girl, your stunning personality
Takes my breath away
Beautiful and gorgeous
You are the sunshine each day
So gentle and pure
Tender and true
Your sophistication
Brings out the highlights in you
Trees still shade the road
where Gramps and I once rode
in his old green car -- I drove --
on dusky early evenings
in my fifteenth year.
We stopped, as he insisted, at spots
where an armadillo scratched
among the tender greenery
in ditches.
I was dispatched,
with Gramps' strong wood cane,
to kill a pesky armored creature
by striking hard, once, upon its snout.
Gramps waited in the car,
called encouragement or condemnation:
"That's it! Hit him hard!" or
"Can't you do a damn thing right?"
He knew I didn't like to kill
but was determined to toughen up
my softness.
That hard old man was not accustomed
to being crossed or contradicted.
But part of him was tender,
and he had a sense of what was right
in the bayou country of his day.
How could I tell him that I hated
killing just to please him?
Often, I killed, then killed again,
although, at times, I'd miss the snout
or be slow to follow up,
and permit an armadillo to escape.
Sometimes, I'd temper force with moderation --
I'd stun the creature, grab the tail,
fling it far into dense bushes
to revive and live another day.
My grandfather eyed me darkly then,
but often kept his peace.
He gave me the treatment
I gave those stunned armadillos.
Could he have felt the same
toward me as I toward them?
Arriving through a carriage in red mold
Lady of Fall spills colors which behold...
Adorning the view in an ornate drape
Her opals strewn along the flamed landscape;
Rolling through Autumn’s fire and kindled mirth
To endow a season with lush rebirth!
How her blossoms rise in mauve and yellow
Declaring passion as stars waltz for a flow...
And hues turn crystal, gentle not rough
Lusty in night's fold... soft like a cloud's puff,
While flushed is that smile like her gown embossed
Till varnished leaves glimmer on boughs tossed.
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Lingering on, then waving a bright hand
She drifts off... awed by her queenly command.
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Colorful Fall Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Entered 9/20/2018
Breathtaking splendid eclipsed the oceans
yielding into the vision beholding
born mind blowing radiant a pathway is mapped
Carried upon a whisper love's softest voice sings
inside the heartbeat warmth echoes
murmurs of a thousand suns burn
you are the creator beyond beautiful
She stood there,
light brown hair,
elegantly displayed,
cascaded,
almost like a stunning wave,
her expression soft,
her emotions could enslave,
she wore a long,
teasing red formal gown,
that almost touched the ground,
she was the toast of the town,
the slit provocatively up to mid thigh,
on the left side,
she was confident,
but she did have something to hide,
her gleaming lips parted in a small smile,
she walked with so much pride,
men staring, mouths wide,
luminous gaze,
but the other women were holding back laughter,
they sensed something in the maze,
they chuckled, snickered, but held it in with all their might,
they knew the lovely creature was a fake,
she was merely a transvestite,
and that was no mistake,
but no matter how good you look on the outside,
nothing could ever beat how beautiful a real women is on the inside.
Better be ready Santa
I have the best wishes upon these stanzas
A flying cow for Christmas
And don't forget the hippopotamus for the adjust
Caroling jingling jingle which knitted for fun
Please seek it within the over side of fairy's barn
Maybe it still there lays on its lazy chair
Enjoying the fresh hot green tea with the hippopotamus pal on a smokey hair
Once I saw it flew
Once upon a time when the night caught in blue
The flying cow flew
And don't forget it still shouted in moo
The hippopotamus along flew ..... ..... .....
Of course not! You know the hippo is heavy, don't you?
I want a flying cow for Christmas
I know the Santa will grant fast, but it should be paid with a huge trust
Santa said flying cow should not be given in solely
Hippopotamus was the bonus which I could have it for free
Now I had two presents in delivery
I will gladly welcoming you by chocolate cookies and hot tea
(and both are sugar free) :D
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7th Place
A Christmas Wish In a Poem Contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
Simplicity seduces stunning symmetrically salivating stimuli
Complexity confounds controlled curiosities calculating clarify
Ambiguous ambitions amplify arousing academics admirable
Mellifluous melodies making magical memories memorable
Poetic pendulums pondering pensive promiscuous pleasures
Esthetic echoes encouraging efficacious emulative endeavors
Deceiving diametrical dilemmas distancing dichotic delusions
Receiving rhythmically ratiocinative raging roaring revolutions
Beautiful breaths breathing benevolent boisterous behaving
Irreducible imaginary immortalizing idling iconic interfacing
Harmonic hemispheres hovering Homeric humble hypnotic
Tectonic transitions technical tantalizing theatrics thermotic.
This poem is dedicated to my friend Andrea Dietrich...whose poetry inspires all
In reference to her latest potd "When Poetry is Art"
Just messing with you my friend...love ya...and Happy! Holidays!
...this poem can also be read backward~from right to left...
Dec.17.2019
Your Best New Poem
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
N/A for contest
Spring
is here!
Little lambs
are gambolling
in verdant pastures.
Soon the white woolly ewes
let hungry offspring suckle.
I smile as the lamb's tails waggle
as they guzzle the nutritious milk
whilst the ever patient ewes munch fresh grass.
Golden daffodils and pretty tulips
add colour after dull winter days.
Striped bumble bees collect pollen
beautiful butterflies dance
in the warmth of the sun
Mother Nature gifts
the whole planet.
Stunning spring
I just
love!
Xanthic daffodils
sway in bright sunshine
their golden trumpets
are all heralding
the dawning of spring
Snowdrops raise heads
and pansies smile
as icy shawls
just melt away
My garden’s
adorned with
pretty blooms
Spring is
here to
stay!
N/a in A Diminished Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
1st Place in contest sponsored by Brain Strand
1/4/21