Best Tranquil Poems
glass-like smooth of even's yawn
just I, myself, with one cob swan
trace cursive paths upon the lake
for we’re both OF the earth, not on
so sets the sun to blow a kiss -
in hushed glissades of feral bliss
cleaving surface - gentle wakes
o surely heaven’s much like this
swan and I, we share these eves
in feathered white tuxedo sleeves
he follows while I row the skiff -
my chaperon as daylight leaves
I think perhaps he's lonely, too
a-searching for a soul-mate who
shares his love of blushing skies
and parting mirrored lakes anew
the water's darkened interludes
reflect both images and moods
hopes we held of love this morn
are put to bed as day concludes
ere we meet when dusk is drawn
I’ll say a prayer that he'll be gone
that one of us shall find true love ...
for we’re both OF the earth, not on.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 9" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ the "Beauty Of Solitude" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Your Choice (7), Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
TRANQUIL PARADISE
You are the dream, that smothered my nightmare
Your being, is as fresh as the morning dew
I feel your presence like the warmth of the midday sun on my skin
Your smile melts me into floating oblivion
Your voice comforts me in an embracing hold
Your kiss is where I could spend eternity
Your words are an echo of my thoughts
Your love is tranquil paradise
I am forever yours
Living in your love
In my garden I have planted flowers,
and it is here I find inspiration;
a place to ponder and think for hours,
a garden of green that gives me powers,
I love it too in gentle rain showers,
among the bright blooms I find creation.
In my garden I have planted flowers,
and it is here I find inspiration.
Among the bright blooms I find creation,
I work to make a quiet tranquil place;
a garden to let go of frustration,
with the drooping daisies is salvation,
with a rose I have a conversation,
singing birds drift into my garden space.
Among the bright blooms I find creation,
I work to make a quiet tranquil place.
Singing birds drift into my garden space,
a flat stone is for butterflies basking;
the hummingbird's wings are a thing of grace,
I feel the glowing sunshine kiss my face,
the solitude and beauty I embrace,
in this place- just peace I am asking.
Singing birds drift into my garden space,
a flat stone is for butterflies basking.
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February 17, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/My Tranquil Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1115-765-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Gardens
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
tiny stars
are pin pricks
in a gray-green
gloaming
and we see
a maiden with
sleek, dark, bobbed hair
sitting atop
a lake -
her billowed
long burgundy gown
f l o w i n g
like the swan
attached by a leash
to the girl’s
slender fingers
its loveliness
reflecting in
aqua water
the moon
is a long white sliver
slicing through
the young maid’s gown
like an unusually
large parenthesis mark
to the left
half-caressing her
in twilight’s
enchantment
Oh, bright moon
of grace -
glide along with her
as the white swan
slides besides her
guiding her
through this night
of tranquil
delight
Tranquil Smells Of Nature
The smell of nature,
velvet feel roses,
yellow daffodils,
dazzling pink lilies,
nectarous jasmine,
highly alluring,
ambrosial scented,
flowering fruit trees,
tranquil the senses.
Blossoms with lots of
sweet, concentrated
natural nectar
for bees, hummingbirds
favorite weakness.
Sweet smells of nature’s
tranquil the senses.
By: Eve Roper 2/22/2015
Tranquil twilight tuned in a mellifluous brevity,
Silver stars appeared, twinkling, forming constellations bright,
And nightingales sang to honour our memorable night,
As we lay serene. the fine sand willing our destiny.
Blessed indeed were we to find such a peaceful sandy cove
I looked into her eyes and saw how they reflected stars.
No doubt as years roll, the view still will be in my memoirs,
Indeed, it was just our fortune to find that treasured trove.
Lovingly, a soft kiss was like a rimming nightly breeze,
The palm trees swished to the cool brisk zephyr murmuring low,
While the cacophony of cicadas gave us their show,
That flowed gently o'er silvery waves of calm coral seas.
The quiet moon shone bright as it ascended in the sky
We jumped into the sea surrounded with coral glowing
The moonlight glistened as fish swam in shoals over-flowing.
Alas it was time to leave as we uttered a deep sigh.
Up we climbed our small yacht and went to have our well-earned rest,
The gentle soft waves rocked us to a deep refreshing sleep,
Unaware of bright coral or tropical fish beneath,
We had our wonderful honeymoon the ultimate best.
10 May 2021
Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placed 1
14 syllables per line
Through life, a few times I have wandered
down corridors of uncertainty.
Meanwhile, in an enchanted forest
I have often wished that I could be.
I got to spend a few times in that forest.
So beautiful it was that now it seems
when I look back on those days, I feel like
I’ve steered toward an island of broken dreams!
But that island isn’t necessary.
There hasn’t been too bitter of a pill
I’ve had to swallow! I should say instead
I’ve often found myself in Shouldaville!
But thankfully, I’ve rarely had to dwell
in the Valley of Loss or horrid strife.
On Tranquil Lake is where you will find me
most often, for I’m happy with my life.
Nov. 21, 2017
Flowers of snow float from high,
Breaking that summer heat drought.
Each floral flake falling from a beautiful glory,
Enveloping the ground all about
The slopes, peaks and troughs, the valleys of green,
Covered with love from the sky,
Leaving animals, birds and trees in a placid pure peace,
And hidden by a clear dust of why
In this beautiful now, nature hears with an ear,
A sensitive quiet ear to restore,
All that’s been in every season leading till now,
All that’s been there before
This beautiful clean purge of the life in the hills,
The natural ebb with a flow,
Purifies all that nature can be,
Perfecting itself with some snow.
Stonelick Lake is tranquil
Where cattails grow so tall
It's where the muskrat feed
Before winds of Autumn call
Along its banks, deer forage
With dark and darting eyes
They listen to birds sing out
So predators won't surprise
A boy wears his dad's straw hat
Stands in the cool lake grass
Spends the day, cane pole held
To fish in this lake of glass
The falling sun chills the air
As birds glide in color red
The boy's chores never done
He fished at the lake instead
11/9/17
Beneath the warm and tranquil surface,
lurks a monster, a huge shark relentless and fierce;
cruel, he swims in circles waiting to attack,
an innocent, oblivious, poet gliding.
A real poet-eater with great razor sharp words,
beware of this savage destroyer of poets;
he is heartless and brutal maybe a bull shark,
because he likes warmth and attacks poems.
He is a coward who lurks beneath the surface,
if he should come close while you are a-drifting by;
just give him a sharp wack on his ugly big snout,
send him fleeing- a coward always runs away.
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December 15, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Beneath the Tranquil
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1094-613-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Poet, Rich of my quiet cherry trees,
Of my peaceful lilacs like pink stones,
Rich in my willows in ardent prayer, prose,
I can finally think of your tranquil eyes.
Poète, Riche de mes cerisiers tranquilles,
De mes lilas paisibles comme des pierres roses,
Riche de mes saules en ardente prière, prose,
Je peux enfin penser à tes yeux tranquilles.
inspired by french poet Paul Verlaine
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a green
forest path to linger in tranquility"
Quote _by Poet
Powder puff clouds sail across the deep, deep blue sky,
and peaceful eagles soar and dip in a fly by;
the flowers gleam like jewels in the sun,
the beauty of the green hued forest makes me sigh.
There is a magic beneath the tall dappled trees,
among the many bird songs and the buzzing bees;
I admire a soft spider web spun,
and the squirrels use tree branches as a trapeze.
Soon, afternoon shadows are stretching long and thin,
oh, a cool rippling stream beckons me to step in;
and some brave birds visit me one by one,
I watch pretty butterflies whirl, twirl, swirl and spin.
Amid saturated colors and thoughts I heal,
oh, the serene forest has so much to reveal;
seems that nature is God's favorite son,
and I am wrapped in a cool blanket of surreal.
"and the birds twitter like whispering violins ... "
quote by _ Poet
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September 14, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Tranquil Thoughts
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1388-695-14
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Idyll
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 09/29/2021
Second Place
There is a place we always seek,
Where peaceful hearts their stillness keep,
It calls to us when we are weak,
And draws us into rest so deep.
It is a haven, calm and bright,
A quiet space we come to know,
Where shadows soften into light,
Our inner strength begins to grow.
Follow the river as it flows,
Beside the lake so calm and still,
To where the silent water glows,
And time itself bends to your will.
Escape the turmoil all around,
Here you claim your identity,
Where angry voices lose their sound,
You rest in calm serenity.
The new congress trial
jaw-dropping inquisition~
American style
if wise men contendeth with
foolish men there'd be unrest
Meathead Senator
apology's in your court~
Missouri's finest
we need not argue with fools
shuddering souls of your sort
In the land of hope
proud stead diligent resolve~
it's times like these that
our trust in tranquility
brings closer to his dissolve
The doors are closing
human being members only~
with soul and a heart
unbequeathed of bad deeds.
Evil's grip on its way out
Tribute gone viral
troubadour cradles guitar~
its times like these that
give power to the people
you're my Hero David Grohl
Power to the People Festival is a one-day music and activism event 10/3/ 2026
I’d love to be with you in a canoe
accompanied by summer’s softest breeze,
enjoying the verdant valley view
while drifting on a river lined with trees.
Ahead would be a peak that whisks the sky.
We’d look above us from our little boat
to where the eagle and the osprey fly
as in the quiet glow of dusk we’d float.
We’d dock on sand and find a cozy spot
to roast some hot dogs in our campfire’s heat
and spread the luscious picnic foods we’d brought;
then relishing tranquility, we'd eat!
Amid dark, silent pines, by fire's bright light,
we'd snuggle happily into the night.
For Carol Brown's "Picnic Time" Contest