Best Tulle Poems
FINGERDANCE
I remember finger dancing as a young ballerina.
Why I could, leap, twirl, fly in the air to the sound of
an orchestra or even a concertina!
As many decades have quickly whirled away, with the
beauty of the seasons.
I am trying it yet again, and find, I am still that little girl,
with glistening brown hair, and pink ballet dress, once
and forevever, an accomplished ballerina, who needs no
reason!
The young days of pink tulle and net have never, from ny
soul, drifted very far away.
And, if only you were here, you would see me now,
fingerdancing, across the walnut, shining table in
every which conceivable, patterned way!
9/13/2021
Categories:
tulle, dance, girl, imagery, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
It was the last year of high school and there was a lack of beaux,
But then I got an invite. Whew, that was close!
So now the Prom was coming and I was going to go!
Mom gassed up for the city, headed out with me in tow,
Big stores all hunched together on a tall and scary street,
One dress along a rack with just repeat, repeat, repeat.
But Mom found a creation in an entirely different place,
Moulded tulle and satin, fairy dust and moonlit lace!
I thought she was kidding though the thing was just my size.
I was worried; fairy tales don't often turn out to be wise.
And the price tag is ridiculous! I said Mom take a look!
She plunked it down determinedly, tore a check out of the book.
That left a lot for me to do. My looks are commonplace.
New makeup and new lipstick; how about new face?
Silken shoes, a tiny purse, it's a lot of stress
Just trying to live up to this fantastic dress!
Rhinestone droplets dangle dangerous from my ear,
My long hair piled up high. How much taller I appear!
Prom night came...Poor Tommy! I was done up to impress.
My hair swept up, my makeup on, long earrings and the Dress!
He stood there in the doorway, uncertain in his tux,
Black tie, stiff shirt; this is getting all too much!
The corsage he held between us was carnations glowing red.
He looked up cautiously and ventured; "Is that you, Bo?" he said.
Categories:
tulle, 12th grade, dance, high
Form:
Couplet
Skies sparkled with snow diamonds drifting through
the magic that surrounded the effervescent darkness.
The tulle breath of the forest spirited the moonglow
in a spritely capricious demeanor and addressed me as
… it spoke …
of the curious sounds seeping from the lavender mist.
Moon and stars joined to illustrate a tale of strength
behind the human laws of moral theory and bid me
… harken ...
for in their story was buried the essence
of the earthborn plight to live, to love, to hope,
and to ascend the sangria stones of immortality.
As the moon opened and began to spill,
… I listened …
offended by the grape and Tyrian wafts
of desire, hatred, indulgence, and greed.
My silvery tears rolled violet down my cheeks
illuminating the raisin-hued darkness.
Sadness washed over me with sparkly specks
of magenta moon dust manifesting through lacy clouds.
As dawn crept in, it brandished the cold, corrupted,
hateful thoughts and spread its orchid enchantment.
Beauteous shades of periwinkle enshrouded the sky
… and sang …
Categories:
tulle, fantasy, humanity, night, sad,
Form:
Free verse
luminescent snow
dressed in pewter, tulle, moonshine
chilling the rooftop
as December magic warms
... long shivers of twilight's kiss
Andrea Dietrich’s A Quintain Christmas Contest
12/28/2014
Categories:
tulle, december, joy,
Form:
Tanka
PARTY VINE
The Sweet Pea is a social climber,
behind your back, a wisenheimer.
In the night it wields its powers,
Sweet Peas strangle other flowers.
Sweet Peas think the rainbow's somber,
they use the Fall to upstage umber.
They twirl tulle skits in every tint,
cheat the rose and pungent mint.
The splendid buoyant burgeoning pod,
is full of seeds it dumps with a nod.
Sweet Peas are fervent fertile bunnies,
they tease the bees with shameless honeys.
This pea legume will make one drunk,
it throws loud parties from its bunk.
In sweet perfume and showy dress,
it's backwards with oblige noblesse.
Sweet Peas smell like Orange Crush tastes,
It weaves green tendrils like Irish lace.
When breezes blow so soft and heady,
they throw their blossoms like confetti.
By Edlynn Nau
November 8, 2015
Categories:
tulle, celebration, color, flower, happiness,
Form:
Light Verse
Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls
Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite
Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt
Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit
Silver swells - Ribbon Falls in pure ice melt -
Ephemeral streams slowed beneath Orion’s belt.
Thin tulle mist from autumn’s gossamer Bridal Veil
Flutters, bathing stony arms embrace of Royal Arch,
Quaking Aspen in Alder Creek covers Misty Trails
Witness near the Staircase wildflowers parched -
Golden leaves on steep slopes from the western larch.
Sheer barren faces only seep crystalline tears
As rivers flow to shallow autumnal rivulets
And Fire Falls wait for wintery floods to reappear
When somber quartz welcomes new Cascades reset
Catching torrent tides, flashing in a fiery sunset.
Wild Cat eyes the Sentinel in thirsting, dried up rills
That thinly coat plutonic rock in a glacial train
Only a trickle floats lazy scarlet sent over these hills
No tumbling drops tickle Waterwheel to turn with rain
While Snow Creek laments in narrow runnels refrain.
No gushing rivers plunge in roaring thunder veils
Nor scramble down Yosemite’s plainly marbled face
Scant silvered dews spill over on Nevada’s trails
For soon the breathing winter storms many falls erase
Till joyful spring redeems autumn in this magic place.
A tribute to the magnificence of Yosemite during autumn.
Categories:
tulle, autumn, water, , western,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Curled up on the floor. In the middle of the day. I dream.
Images of hats and pills come out of nowhere.
“I visit my garden each morning
searching the ground to see
if the unused pills I found
in my mother’s pill boxes,
and planted, had produced
a rose or purple Phlox.
I buried her tablet boxes,
buried them, like tiny coffins.
I lined the miniature graves
with crushed blue velvet,
(like the cases that stored
her elegant forks used only
on special occasions,
at four o’clock tea-time,
the cake served primly
on gold-rimmed plates).
Treading through the wet grass,
rootling through the fertile soil,
I saw, without surprise,
blue hats growing wild,
velvet and tulle,
pills and sequins
scattered and whimsical,
my mother decorating
their botanical brims
with silver cake forks
tied with ribbons”.
I wake up,
eyes blurred,
I can barely see.
I make a cup of tea,
cut a slice of currant cake,
and eat it with a small,
antique English fork.
Categories:
tulle, blue, death, dream, garden,
Form:
Free verse
Edwardian memoirs breathe relief
rippled tides on yonder reefs
Infinity arrays most precious jewel
silence my heart yet heart does rule
petaled through Eternal bliss
challenged thy lips with an holy kiss
Draw nearer to lull my sacred pool
reel in mine heart as thy tulle
herald triumphant for windily praise
Shadowed followed a loving gaze
Draw thee water from Jacobs well
Carefully tenderly my being is frail
A single glance launched my soul
Edwardian memoirs yet untold
Comforted love that cast away fear
Love me entreat me Darling Dear
Categories:
tulle, devotion, life, loveheart, heart,
Form:
Romanticism
Do not fear intelligent women
When in love they happen to be such fools.
They would attend to your every demon
With dreams of a white gown of lace and tulle.
Been there, done that, wore those shoes, have that bruise.
Exaggeration played a silly trick.
"Got used to being yours and now I'm whose?"
Turns out I'm mediocre and not schick.
Categories:
tulle, wedding, woman, women,
Form:
Lyric
Acrobats in the center ring
Ballerina bears on balls and bicycles
Cavalcades of clowns with calliopes
Dancing damsels in glittery corsets and tulle skirts
Elephants parade in wrinkled suits
Fire eaters flourish flames
Giants on stilts wave ribbons and flags
High wire artists risk their necks to amuse us
Impressive strongmen pull rocks on sledges
Jugglers toss rings and pins and torches and make improbable catches
Knife throwers thrill us with speed and accuracy
Lion tamers in tights tease lions and tigers
Mimes in masks mimic monkeys
Nets cover the aviary of exotic birds
Ostriches with riders race in the far ring
Pink poodles in tutus ride on a tiny Ferris wheel
Quick stepping ponies prance through their paces
Ringmaster Robert in his red velvet frock coat and top hat looking debonair
Slack rope walkers dance and do splits on a swaying rope
Trapeze artists twirl in spangled leotards high above the crowds
Unicyclists on unicycles tall and short and zigzag form fancy formations
Velvet vixen contortionists fit inside tiny trunks and magic boxes
Winged women do a wild dance in the air
Xylophones play for the circus parade
Yellow silks hang high above while leggy aerialists dangle and spin on the web
Zebras perform in unison; feathered headdresses bobbing on their heads
Categories:
tulle, children, dance, children, happiness,
Form:
Abecedarian
There’s more than the eye can see
Gorgeous beauty revealing enormous constellations
Deep in the vast of time between the murmurous of generations
Sonorous sounds escape through hummed earth whispers and fade
Silent surreal piety beauty veil in transparent silk tulle shade
Trapped in an illusion in the depths of darkness wink
Through the corridors of time, thirsty for a moment of a dazzling glimpse
Arcane inner yearning into the heart deeper than the ocean
All the seas and the universe motion
Mesmerized to serve its whimsical notions
4/27/2016
MORE THAN THE EYE CAN SEE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
GORGEOUS –SURREAL- SONOROUS- DAZZLING -MURMUROUS -CORRIDORS -ARCANE
Categories:
tulle, imagery, universe,
Form:
Free verse
She descends from a summit vestibule
on powder fine as cotton down this day
of days in porcelain chiffon and tulle.
The winter firs in frost echo the way
her snowflake peau de soie in frozen jewel
cascades like waterfalls of ice. Tears weigh
the same as beaded pearls and just as cool;
they glisten in her bodice. The light plays
from a ghost sun inside them as in pools
of diamonds. She glides in mist-white sleigh
down slopes of eider, the cold glitter fools
even the nearest celebrant and strays
from hearts of men for she's just as cruel
as flood or famine on Winter's first day.
Categories:
tulle, imagery, metaphor, seasons, winter,
Form:
Quatorzain
A leap ... jete
a turn ... fouette
in the drama dance
of ballet.
A pas and then
glissade again
choreographed
by the danseuse
in her slippers
steel toed.
Balanced on tarsi strong
beneath her stiff tulle tutu,
she vaults
in an allegro passage
to soar
and interpret the tale.
Categories:
tulle, art
Form:
Free verse
she is like a chinese vase
(i do not know which dynasty from)
most probably of Min one
with the course of time
the smithereens
have broken
(almost invisibly)
you can understand
only
if you pass a finger
on the mouth
on the neck
on
but only if it is bare
without a glove
(velvet or of tulle)
i do not know if i am doing it
but sometimes
in the morns
a light fog
is spreading
then i change my slip cover
it is light
and usually white
Categories:
tulle, love,
Form:
Free verse
White roses stand in subtle elegance,
simplicity with no neutral color, but splendor.
Very formal in reverent sheer awe of fragrance
innocence and freshness poses nature renders.
A wedding ceremony under a spreading tree,
on a grassy lawn, edged with a rose garden.
A beauteous arch adorn with white tulle,
shimmering clear lights, and white rose garland.
A romantic ambiance to say their vows outdoors.
She wears a V-neck long flowing white chiffon
and satin gown; rhinestones adorn the waist.
She holds a bouquet of fragrant white roses,
stem wrapped tight in white satin ribbon
and spiraling down three rhinestone streamers
to complement the elegant wedding dress.
He is flattering in casual western wear, black tie,
and a single white rose boutonnière pin to his vest.
Dreams do come true, a promise to each other.
10/27/2019
Categories:
tulle, garden, love, rose, wedding,
Form:
Free verse