Best Tuneful Poems
‘Tis You’
It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day
as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way.
I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound
as natures harmony plays and swirls all around.
Ignited flaming thoughts to fill a love sonnet
as I march on and grasp my dishevelled bonnet.
Singing with a lilt - the moors copious with heather,
I am blown to and fro like a weightless feather.
I hither towards the midst of my burning desire;
Longing making my feet rapid as if on fire.
If I was today my sweet love, my kiss to miss,
Nay - I must not surrender and think only bliss.
Romance - oh the seductiveness of it all!
Cascading down upon me like a waterfall.
Each rising, descent, of the sun as day goes down,
Submerged in his love I rhapsodically drown.
Since thine I have always pledged to forever be,
My ravenous eyes shall only seek to find thee.
I surge on until the glorious sight that I behold
appears suddenly before me like a treasure of gold.
The apparition manifests and it seems to glisten
as I catch my breath through squally weather to listen.
A tuneful, loud whistle from a source closest to my heart,
A call for lovers to reunite - no longer apart.
I knew my love would come being no creator of sorrow,
And I shall yearn again for him till it be morrow.
Thou art more to me than my own self - all life together;
He of sun-rays, moonbeams, his divine light altogether.
Joyful musical notes, a bonnet, in the wind left behind,
As I cry out ‘tis you’ and in loving arms, myself, I find.
Can love then, be based
on an index of elements
from which one joyfully tumbles,
or drifts into equations, as we wander
toward a rush of serendipity ...
a metaphysical merging of ardor
writhing in a shared communion
like tuneful whispers in breaths of helium,
unabbreviated oxygen rhapsodies
from unbidden laughter,
invigorating the warmth of co-owned stars
on heaven’s destined oracle?
Love transcends chemical derivatives
of fractals or measurement,
between our atoms, relaxed
in the shuffle of emotional electrons
as we quiver weightless...
the heart’s embrace suspended together
in the affectionate cosmos
of a deep kiss.
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“How on earth can you explain in terms
of chemistry and physics so important
a ...phenomenon as first love? “-- Albert Einstein
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Strength Through Adversity Contest: Gregory R Barden
Re-post: 3/25/2019
~ It was a challenge for me to translate in meaningful ways
this abstract concept, 'physics of love,' but somehow
made sense of it by affirming that such is beyond mere science.
Often I drift back to my days of youth
to where life did begin; a rural treat,
those sharp brisk mornings a moorland uncouth
a naïve nakedness a one-way street,
simple things like the sun rise snow and sleet.
No timetables no worries to go wrong
tuneful mum dusting the blues in a song,
where fences were constructed to lean on
over which chat neighbours when ties were strong,
A relief thinking of those days long gone.
2021
Entered Mark Toney's
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile contest 15
30/9/2022
Loving eyes that burn to see
as my desire holds fast to thee.
So much yearning to be free,
Oh, how his passion taketh me!
Flames of longing blazing away,
Consuming my being every day.
No poetic words needed to say;
A secret love not for display.
Loving eyes that oft I miss
devouring me with a silent kiss.
My heart beats to the sound of his,
A tuneful melody in pure bliss.
Move as one in harmonic motion,
Stirring passion with devotion.
Evokes unbridled emotion -
Love more potent than any potion.
silver strings play through lightning
in a tuneful duo with rolling thunder sound
the raindrops bounce and jiggle
pounding and bouncing
in a rocking band
petrichor ascends
from a thirsty ground
saturates
like music
penetrates into my soul
each sound of nature
breath, listen, live and love it
a sheer joy and morsel of life which nurture
Oct. 11, 2014
by Leonora Galinta
Form: Free Verse/Suzette Prime
* Sharing an old poem. Have a great day!
Second Place
Contest: Whatever
Judged: 12/10/2014
Sponsor: My most fave poet Linda/PD
Spin gently, my dear peachy one
Mother’s here as clouds fall asleep
Let eyelids drop in folds quite deep
Tuck your worries; peace has begun.
When life’s unkind, the night beguiles
Inside your heart glows a blest dream;
Stardust blowing new hope, agleam
Everything’s right, bring out that smile.
The moon bestows the guiding light
Beyond a fog collecting tears,
Love’s comfort never disappears
To will those wings strong and upright.
The air drones a lullaby chime
While heaven flings its sweet bouquet;
And morning chirps a tuneful play
Till flowers wake day’s fresh sunshine!
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One cold and frosty night a snowman looked up at the moon and sang,
Oh, moon! Oh, moon, Oh beauteous moon
What a beautiful moon you are, you are,
What a beautiful moon you are.
Will you sing me a song that is neither short nor long?
The shining moon looked down at the snowman and replied,
Oh, snowman! Oh snowman!
What a tuneful snowman you are, you are,
What a harmonious snowman you are
But I cannot sing you a song,
Neither short nor long;
I am made of green cheese,
And when I sing I sneeze,
But I will give you a succulent roast
And quince jelly on toast,
If you will sing me your song
Neither short nor long,
In your melodious voice
To a tune of your choice
Though you sing from afar, afar,
Though you sing from a distance afar.
But the snowman sang to the moon,
Oh, moon! Oh, moon!
Oh, generous moon,
What a bountiful moon you are, you are,
What a bountiful moon you are.
But on this frosty night
It is really not right
To sing you a song,
Neither short nor long.
There is ice on my nose
And snow on my toes
And this terrible shivering
Is affecting my singing,
No, I cannot sing you a song
From afar, afar,
No, I cannot sing from a distance afar.
12/16/18
Waking oneself up in the early morn
especially in springtime when you arise
your eyes are opened to all one sees
there are birds airing their tuneful cries
You want to still yourself at that moment
stand to wish the world would just stop
taking in that thing of sheer beauty
such glory to admire holding never to drop
It's such a thing most glorious
walking in the midst of a wood
nothing can be compared at all
focus your eyes there be understood
All of this must be seen before sunrise
to capture the colours so awesomely bright
no painter could bring out such perfection
takes your breath away there at first sight
('Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.')
- George Washington Carver (1860-1943)
When stars orange no longer mark
Their glitter in a nearby park
And crescent moon hides its face
I grasp memories to retrace
His laughter with those twinkled winks
Tuneful the voice O my heart blinks:
Giggling 'neath lamp posts... yet I know
Words now silenced by drools so low
That often I watch him every morn;
As Grandpa lies hushed, forlorn
While day recedes along clouds gray
His mind lost as if sighs betray
A glimpse blank, a flight to nowhere--
I die inside snared...life's unfair!
Is this a curse for the next years
Assaulting our joy, pierced by tears?
The music calls; how bit by bit
My breaths entrapped in a pit...
How then I dread what I might find
If gabs not in frolics enshrined.
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I Died A Little Inside 2/09/2019
A thousand years ago and more
upon a strange and distant shore
a maiden wept.
She watched and waited long in vain
within her heart a mounting pain,
she seldom slept.
O that my love might come to me
she cried her silent, doleful plea,
a stifled moan.
The sun would rise, the sun would set,
and still the lovers never met,
she stood alone.
Then hove a sail in view one dawn
as seabirds sang in tuneful song
to welcome home,
the one whose heart ached for the maid
with fortune won, his plans were laid,
no more to roam.
I saw the bees
Take nectar from the trees
Their pollen sacks
Matching the hue
Of a tree I planted
In the autumn dew
Now stands proudly aloft
Shading the pansies
Towering over the forget-me-nots
Then a turn of my head
There I was greeted
By bluebells, in their lilac beds.
Then in chimes the sparrow
And a twitter from a parakeet
I joined the conversation
My interpretation of bird speak
In tuneful whistles I did reply
As I watched in disgust
The cat chasing a butterfly
Then the thunderous honking
As a crows cries
Chasing the sparrow
As it raced across the sky
Ghaa Ghaa that horrible sound
Fearing it would die
Then the rasp from my boorbell
The peace I no longer share
I am drawn from nature
There is a human at my door
Life has cast its spell
Fast paced diversion
Wondering, what the heck?
Glacing through my window
Whatever had disturbed me
Was no longer there!
So I returned to nature
The one I always like to share
Of animal, plants and insects
Enjoying it, with good cheer
The amber nectar beside me
Neither red nor pink
For my rose' is blooming
As the sun is rising
Then I stopped to think
How many of us are in wild rushes
With no time to blink
When nature is calling?
To soothe our egos,
To ease our stress.
But how much do we invest?
Our eyes, time, and patience,
And stay in touch!
So in the fresh of the summers morning
I feel so blessed.
So whatever your options
Stay close to a garden,
There are many living things there.
And we preserve nature
When we truly care.
Cheers.
"Life is a song," I find it intriguing,
how often the roads we journey upon
allude to lyrics like variant moods of songs.
Some days I endeavor to sing,
but the words come out all wrong.
Orchestral phrasing holds no cadence,
no tuneful rhythm relegated to dance
when love has taken a clumsy misstep
in the melancholy realm of romance.
Every note is out of sync when played
if no harmony can be found.
I become dolefully dismayed,
afraid to hum a single chord
of mellifluous melodies I once knew.
Then, sorrow is my burden to bear,
weighing heavily upon my suffering soul.
Sunsets no longer hold interest for me,
so, I refuse to view them alone.
Hearing love songs I should be singing
sting me with maudlin emotions.
I'd rather listen to the trilling voices
of cooing songbirds and nightingales
instead of humming a song sung blue
when there's nothing left to be said.
But I would sing an aria ~ acapella,
my voice raised to be heard,
with every love song I could recall.
Each refrain and every romantic word.
I would resound each alluring interlude
with sultry yearning and desire.
When life if filled with happiness,
I eagerly light the torch on fire.
I would serenade chirping sparrows
who warble on my window sill
from the dappled dawn of first daylight
until purple heather shades of twilight.
And yet, I could not suppress the need
to sing a nocturnal lullaby
to lovely Luna, the luminous moon
and the radiance of each shining star.
Life is a song that composes its own music.
Everlasting love, if you take hold of me,
my only wish is to be where you are ~ eternally.
A songbird dances on a power line;?
a man in white at a market square
sings, swings, ears to a distant drum—?
a tuneful hum from a frenetic world.
Peace beams out of a warm face—
?beauty of a world not mine—
sees?pink roses, lush hyacinths; rainbow
?hangs low from the blue, defying
the whirl of stormy wind. He soaks
dew-drops and dumb patter-patter.
Yet, before me: a kinky weather,?
wavering stocks, grating headlines?
of bombs and booms and doom;
flying shrapnels whiz overhead.
Screams and screwed up faces
of a distraught race in chains,
in culture that labels the man
a crank, unhinged from reality.
No, in white he is sane and free
as the little bird on the power line;
?as a preening bird about to roost;
as a rooster roaring the dawn.
He sings from deep recesses
of a true life wired to a source,
?detached from the market square.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
You gifted me a sunny day,
as rains poured from opaque sky gray,
I made to you a fervent plea,
a sunny day you gifted me.
The bright day held my forlorn hand,
took me to an emerald land.
My despair sunburst sky dispelled,
my forlorn hand the bright day held.
The full moon grandly passed me by,
stardust showered from satin sky.
Telling me you’d be with me soon,
grandly passed me by, the full moon.
Spring zephyr blew in tuneful surge,
your gift of joy charmed me with urge.
In my heart grew the yearning new,
in tuneful surge spring zephyr blew.
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September 6, 2022
Syllable count : 8 per line (HMS)
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Contest : Swap Quatrain
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“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bird” ~ By Poet
Oh! Lovely little bird, soaring and swirling,
Sliding and sweeping, making the sky your pathway,
Possessing the poet’s soul, you make me cheerful,
With songs mellifluous and melodious.
You dive and glide through cotton candy clouds,
With dizzy spells and a spirit so buoyant.
You roam and ride through air, trusting on your wings.
You are out on an odyssey to cross a thousand seas.
With black and beady eyes, you spot everything,
And watch the world from up above.
You wear a dazzling robe of vivid bluish hues.
You have rainbow pinions and a beak so sleek.
You chirpy friend, as you sing in tuneful voice from above,
Your songs fall in my ears as midnight choir from afar.
As you warble in sweet rhythm and lovely cadence,
You tell me that sweet spring of beauty and bliss is here.