Best Tristich Poems
As the winds breathe heavily darkened within fury
Moaning filled with clouds begins speaking
Through stormy turbulent assaults with waves that kill
A ballad is blown away like feathers from angels wings
Rain falling heavily driven by natures unyielding force
Trees bend to salute the host's almighty anger
Hurricane's orchestra romancing chaos turns
Striking tempest flashing lightening power of creation speaks
Rumbling voices roaring echoes carried from the heaven's
The action and power of love both earthly and heavenly
Crackling forks sparking separating inside an air like music dawns
Floods flow down a neck chain around the mountain's face
Rushing to an ocean's source where it's kissed by the salt of grace
Washed in a seabed finding her resting place safe inside an oyster
Enormous waves sad and monotonous, which eventually dies
A collaborated poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
14.09. 2017
tristich unrhymed
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
As we traverse in happiness of euphoric thoughts
Exuberance of sunrise permeates our avid hearts
Holding hands of leisure on hushed idyllic grounds,
Where pink lotus-blooms lift-up in pristine pond
Floating stilled moments in beauty of white swans,
Embracing day’s serenity awakening in birdsongs.
Upon the ruby roses, spring’s cheery winds blow
As new dawn enlightens in morning’s soft glow
When in your loving touch my riant smile unfolds,
Ambling with you in hues of tranquil meadows
As sanguine skies sprinkle magenta on vibrant arc
And golden sun penetrates veil of retreating fog.
Quietude reigns gardens in stance of the monarchs
Rhapsodic in abundance of the blossoming floras
Feasting on nectar in orange-black camouflage.
As minutes tick slowly, slowing down the clock,
Elysian peacefulness of this relaxed blessed day
Lingers in caressing breeze, reveling ecstatic state.
Carefree we arrive on the banks of cerulean bay
Gazing ebullient tides frolicking on blue surface,
Letting kiss of romance rejoice in the dreamy place.
Reluctant to let us part, the verdant fields hesitate
Realizing this is where exultant journey culminates
As elated souls memorialize our utopian daybreak.
February 25, 2020
Placed 2nd: Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 – Tristich Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh; Title chosen: Ataraxis
Placed 3rd: Strand choice G contest by Brian Strand
The airy mountain, lush and green, they call home
Perched on shaky rock, the waters beneath swash and foam
Goats graze, cattle feed, fields of corn and wheat they comb
Stored in the belly of the hefty hill
The harvest, food for all, food to fill
Spring is here, they forget the winter chill
Swimming in the mountain stream, singing of selfish praise
Not a worried eye to be seen, to the sky a glass they raise
Foolish people dance and scream, their minds muddled, their hearts ablaze
Through the earthen caverns they wander
Wealth and fortune they do squander
They do not think, they do not ponder
What a waste these people brought
No knowledge gained, no answers sought
Squabbles grow more and more, 'ore the land they fought
Blood spilled, turning the mountain red
The rocks toppled, the peak lost its head
Waste away they do, no stopping 'till they're dead.
One Proud Yellow Dandelion
Lantanas and pears are lushly in bloom,
Baby chartreuse leaves brighten winter’s late gloom
And one proud yellow dandelion.
We wait for the redbuds – where are you?
There are dark spring clouds under the blue,
And one proud yellow dandelion.
Nandina berries like Christmas late,
Spring cold breezes now sealing their fate,
And one proud yellow dandelion.
Courageously the dandelion stiffly stands,
Knowing it will change, blow like sand,
And mother the earth with new children.
To bloom and fly away.
I am just a swollen bloated thing in this harsh world
Nothing here but the laws of physics upon me hurled
No safety, power, decision is mine as I am uncontrollably twirled
Under and over and across the sweltering haze
Never before feeling, always fleeing from the gaze
Now it is just me… alone… caught up in a daze.
The ramparts have fallen, all is mis-aligned, broken;
The wreckage of my thoughts you left as mere token.
Untidy answer I wish was unspoken!
Everything, everyone caterwauling at me in my alien world
Eyes upon me, I cannot escape from this demented gaze
Ears ringing from pain - from curses unspoken.
February 28, 2020
Title Chosen : Defenseless
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 14-Tristich
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
An ocean in a drop of water
The cosmos in a speck of dust
A divine spark in every being
The moon spoons pieces of jeweled firmament from the universe's dark heart
into her golden bowl, mixes incandescent milk with a cool touch,
then pours it all out on us in tender love, hoping we are ready for such a gift.
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December 19, 2016
For Kai Michael Neumann's contest - 'Moon Spoon'
Addis Ababa pulse,
Blue Nile passion flow
into the heart of a Mtoto midnight
Tropical forest desires,
soft Harari waves moving
at the tidal touch crescent height
Jijiga sepia legs
dancing Danakil closer to ebb dreams
Anticipated pleasure from the static electricity
Nubian swaying hips,
snowflake moans Mekelle melted
Zebra fire kiss ... burnished lips of lava intensity
Ethiopian eyes
ever ebony sparkling
Candice soul of a regal queen
Ethiopian eyes
ivory moonlight glistening
Love shared beneath a starlit covering
Ethiopian shut eyes,
solar eclipse illuminating
Cosmic soul of a celestial being
Ethiopian open eyes,
angelic attraction overwhelming
Love vowed with a silhouette veil lifting
Ethiopian eyes
reveal a forever dawn
of a love affair never ending
Knotted in the torsion of a tempest’s mood -
the barrage drains the sun and overwhelms the dusk
ire’s flash stabs the night.
Susan Ashley
April 6, 2019
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Favorite Poem From Last Week (March31 - April 6, 2019)
Contest: Lu Loo
~ Third Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier (3 Line Max)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
A quarter white and bright against blue charcoal skies,
Not a cloud, cirrus or otherwise to cover you.
Do I see your “man” curling on his back?
The little dog pulls on a web night leash,
You are half, behind drifting shadow mists,
Does your “man” carry a sack?
Disappointment reins as night clouds gain,
Gain the sky for their own, yet perhaps
Your “man” is covered with a blanket of foam.
You burst your fullness, say “Here am I?
Keep your eyes peeled to the sky,
I know you, I’ll guide you “man in the” home.
Yes, my man carries a sack full of lucky stars.
lightsabers slash skies
cold front goads humidity —
the black night bleeds rain
As the winds breathe heavily darkened within fury
Moaning filled with clouds begins speaking
Through stormy turbulent assaults with waves that kill
A ballad is blown away like feathers from angels wings
Rain falling heavily driven by natures unyielding force
Trees bend to salute the host's almighty anger
Hurricane's orchestra romancing chaos turns
Striking tempest flashing lightening power of creation speaks
Rumbling voices roaring echoes carried from the heaven's
The action and power of love both earthly and heavenly
Crackling forks sparking separating inside an air like music dawns
Floods flow down a neck chain around the mountain's face
Rushing to an ocean's source where it's kissed by the salt of grace
Washed in a seabed finding her resting place safe inside an oyster
Enormous waves sad and monotonous, which eventually dies
A collaborated poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
14.09. 2017
tristich unrhymed
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Join me in my wondrous tea-sipping spree
Along scent of chamomile, wafting free
To celebrate health of wellness degree.
Let’s have green tea of therapeutic reign
Offering calmness from work-pressures’ strain
While savouring great pleasurable gain.
How about mint tea midst contentment bliss?
Let’s drink to that with fellowship we can’t miss
As we welcome replenishment from Brod and Sis.
There’s herbal tea with refreshing flavour
Its detoxifying might has won our favour
We always seek along exuberant fervour.
Oh, here’s milk tea ready to quench our thirst
We thank God* that in His bounty, we’re nursed
So we can share with gracious zestful burst.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
February 9, 2023
2nd place, "Tea Time" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 2/8/2024.
3rd place, "Stirring my tea" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Fire Bird; judged on 1/9/2024.
3rd place, "PREMIER CHOICE no 1188" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/18/2023.
Oh, where did you come from? The sad sight of you
breaks my heart in two. I see that you're lost,
scared, disheveled and emaciated.
You wander from street to street, town to town
aimlessly; your travels fraught with grave peril.
If you jumped the backyard fence and ran away...
please wander back home. Your family must be
distraught and looking for you! Why did you flee?
Or were you abandoned in the middle of nowhere?
Whoa! Danger! Danger! Danger! Steer clear
of busy highways! Do not cross. Please turn back
Don't run from me; let me rescue you!
Where do you go when winds howl in
bone-chillingly cold nights? In my mind's eye,
you're trembling as you whimper in discomfort
As you bear the brunt of the harsh elements,
the sword of damocles hangs over your neck
like a leash, and death casts its shadow from above
Beware! Don't wander into roads with busy traffic!
Watch out for cars whizzing by! The likelihood of a fatal
accident is extremely high! If only you'd realize ...
how unsafe you are roaming these streets!
Danger lurks everywhere your four legs take you!
Poor thing, don't be afraid. Let me save you!
Submitted for...
Strand Choice A,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/09/2020
Submitted for...
Warning Poetry Contest (Winner: 4th Place)
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Date written: 02/27/2020
Since the day our eyes first locked
you held the key to my heart.
I come to you defenseless.
Old barricades I’d put up
tumbled down; you built me up!
I come to you defenseless.
I have trust in all you do.
No fear have I in trusting you.
I come to you defenseless.
Trusting you, I trust myself.
My precious soul mate you are!
I come to you defenseless.
Feb. 19, 2020
Theme title: #2: Defenseless
For Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 - Tristich - Poetry Contest