Best Under Poems
Under the Stars
Breathtaking
poetic passions,
lavender skies
in the gloaming.
The lure of lavender
reflections,
the heavens are open.
Suddenly,
crystal rain.
What
a divine cascade~
romantic waters,
dazzling
bodies of light
starbright!
Tranquility
on becoming enlightened.
Autumn's breeze~
windsongs~
Luna's light...
Oh my love
it is quiet tonight,
hold me
under the stars.
A glimpse of heaven,
a place of enchantment,
anima mystique~
always you.
Oh poet,
behind closed eyes,
my soul belongs to you.
You are so beautiful
amour,
many lifetimes
in the shadows.
The wonders of love,
divine inspiration
under the stars.
Seasonal dance tonight.
8-1-22
~Seventh Place Premiere Contest~
ANYTHING GOES Poetry Contest
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5-31-22 rev.
~Fifth Place Premiere Contest~
What Fascinates Me
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
*This poem was created from my poem titles and strung
together so they make sense.
A path strewn thick with ruddy-faced leaves
led to nowhere and everywhere in fantasies,
our near-death rescue from boredom
come afternoon chores and homework pages
wrinkled in time.
I try to recall all I tried to forget.
Back home, under the willow trees, I weep
for childhood, friendship,
for innocence surrendered,
all I thought I could keep, fuzzy lines
between love and loss,
practical days that come with age.
I close my eyes to see through tears -
you, a dance in rain showers, oval-spheres
of costume jewelry, tea parties and dragons slain
rays of sunlight climbed,
imagination uncaged,
carefree hours,
diamonds in darkness,
restless dreams fell like leaves
on youth's horizon of trees and flowers.
Two kids set free in skies shaded gray -
we said forever, a pinky swear I remember,
naïve in make-believe worlds. How many years
passed by, miles kept between you and I?
A phone call once-in-a-while reminded
of our bitter, listless eyes,
our disappointment in distant words.
I hope you always knew the truth,
I loved you, dear friend.
It was myself, I hated.
Time cradled our laughter,
held it on the breeze,
childhood secrets
shared with ease on our path,
thick with summer's dead leaves.
We, too young to notice,
fell into brittle leaves
trodden bare
before first snow.
Our laughter now echoes in dreams,
chaffing our willow trees
still sulking low,
moss brushes away tears in timeless beauty,
and waits for you to come home.
An old poem, revised 3/15/17
249 words total
Mind cannot comprehend, it finds it strange,
when ignorance reigns in human exchange.
Wonder if some people will ever change,
or wish to remain in the firing range.
I prefer to live life without disdain.
When demons persist, penetrating pain,
I let the ink loose from my bursting vein,
to express with peace, from hate I abstain.
We're not all the same birds of a feather,
we all sin, but have to live together.
Opinions are like the British weather,
driving you to the end of your tether.
Agree to disagree with an open mind,
tensions ease when we prefer to be kind.
The Silent One
12 January 2020
sipping saki
under the sakura tree. . .
a haiku blossoms
For the 'Bite Size poem no.36' Poetry Contest
There’s endless miles of golden sandy beaches
Sparkling aqua waters as far as the eye can see
Gods and Goddesses frolic au naturel down under
Here’s where Heaven shines her light down on me
If you foolishly swim between the danger red line zones
See a shark coming ‘HELP ME’! - You wildly scream
Well worth the SAVE in those bronzed muscly arms
Spunky Aussie life guards straight out of your dream
Women glow and men become fit- lean and taut
Any wonder that all thoughts get thrown asunder
Rippling muscles flex- bronzed bodies like gods
I come from the ‘green and gold land down under’
Spoiled for choice - Raw possibilities endless
No need to lust silently pining after one
Pick yourself up look around broken sparrow
This must surely be Gods place in the sun
Nothing comes close to the beer down under
Accompanied by a vegemite sandwich or two
Looking for something more gourmet and exotic?
There’s crocodile and kangaroo to name but a few
A land where every man resides like a King
And women are fawned over - treated like Queens
We don’t let sneezes and hay fever spoil things
If you have the sniffles - Hey! there’s Claratyne
This land where millionaires are made in a day
If you push the limits to achieve lofty goals
So don’t keep waiting to come on down under
Where our worth is what defines our roles
* ‘Living in a land Down Under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder,
You better run you better take cover’
Oops!! that verse sounds like it may be lines from the song 'Land Down Under' by 'Men at Work'. Might be seen as plagiarism. Sorry!! Couldn’t help myself!!
Instrumental of ‘Men at Work’ - by Joh Ph
Published on Jul 31, 2016 You Tube
* Quoted reference and citation of original lyrics of above verse from 'Land Down Under' belongs to 'Men At Work' first released October 1981 -
Songwriters: Colin James Hay / Ronald Graham Strykert.
If people suffer in truth at our hands
with ill education and manners
Then we turn on them spitting words
casting stones of hate
blame them as a menace unto society
corrupted from childhood
what chance do they have
Living below means
defined by their status not born to privilege
Then punish them for the crimes committed
inside which their first education exposed them too
what stands above is created in this society
it holds the key through poverty
Turning a blind eye we punish them
what does that make us
Under the Stars
The cobalt sky has many eyes;
they're brightest just before sunrise
as starlight.
Sprinkled amidst the indigo
we stop to let the sandman sow
his stardust.
Glittering `cross the peaceful night
we view a shooting star take flight;
we're starstruck.
The sky becomes a starlit show
as sea reflects its silver glow,
so starbright.
In awe we kiss and say goodnight.
I watch as you walk from my sight,
soft . . . starlit.
3-14-19
This lovely form was invented by my talented friend Margaret R. Smith
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/compound.html
Under the Sea (English Sonnet)
I’d like to go beneath the sea
exploring wonders down below
where fish and creatures dwell for free
and undeterred the currents flow.
A submarine like Nemo had
would serve me well to venture deep.
This would not be a passing fad
or an adventure on the cheap.
Submerged Atlantis I would seek
Poseidon, too, trident in hand;
a lingua franca we could speak
for Greek is hard to understand!
I’d like to go beneath the sea
then share with you its mystery.
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An English sonnet follows the pattern 'abab cdcd efef gg'.
Every line should be ten syllables long, but in this case an
exception has been made, thus 8 syllables are being used.
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Contest: Where I Want to Go
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Placed 2nd
© 3rd March 2017
By my red tiled house stands a mango tree
Beneath it I cherish my treasured memories
Where cows merrily roam and cattle graze
As morning sky scintillates in marigold rays
Face of innocent days I spent in tiny village
Amid rice fields gracing serene landscapes
Watching crops grow from seeds to harvests
Playing game of cricket and idling in silliness
From dawn till dusk, ambling with friends
Venturing out coyly, exploring night’s secrets
Walking dusty roads holding kerosine lamps
Strolling like silhouettes on dark river banks
Floating young emotions on giggling streams
Stealing kiss of love, choreographing dreams
As we told stories spinning moonlit wizardry
Listening to wilderness strumming wild music
By my red tiled house, under the mango tree
Where eternally lie my childhood memories
January 13, 2021
Placed 1st: Your choice (44) contest by Brian Strand
Placed 5th: Good old days contest by Mystic Rose Rose
Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead
Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing.
Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds
on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds
Low moans, raging regrets of battle cries
rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies.
Sixth of June, sands give up soft wailing pleas
from beach desert devoid of any trees
Earth laced with spent cartridges , red blood and lead
painful memories, of that war's lost dead.
Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
how we may wish that peace had ruled instead.
R.J. Lindley
June 7th, 1976
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 102
Old Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul.
And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked.
New Notes-
1. SLIGHTLY EDITED TODAY TO MEET TEN SYLLABLE COUNT ONLY.
2. Mankind can not give up making war until it can purge ALL evil from its mortal soul!
Only one way to do that exists..
3. I want to thank the poet that suggested that I go ahead and share this poem from my private writes.
As it deserves to be read, I now agree with you my good friend..
It’s a sad situation, the state of this nation
of murderers, molesters, and thieves
I can’t help but wonder as we continue to plunder
at how we create our own grief.
We bully and batter, look out for the splatter
as we rob our own children of pride,
It’s no wonder our sons take up their guns
while we all sit back and ask why.
In this generation, of vain masturbation,
which can create its own self in a tube,
Each woman is master and can now choose to blast her
fetus right out of the womb.
Gender reversal is no longer controversial
(in fact it’s barely thought of as odd).
As men become women I find my head spinning
at man’s struggle to be his own god.
When possibilities ignited we just got so excited
about the fact that we could,
that perhaps we forgot to think whether or not,
as a civil society we should.
Somewhere in the thicket chirps our Jimminy Cricket,
hoping that someone will hear,
While we in the piety of civilized society
stand stoic with fingers in ear.
Make no mistake ‘bout the risk that we take
by not heeding ol’ Jimminy’s call.
Consider the thought that God you are not
and pride always precedes the fall.
In a state of awareness
that transcends time and distance
I swaddled you in the folds of my being
feeling the pure bliss of being saturated in love
I poured my love out for you -
sweet dreams gifted in silvery streams
as I held your tender breath to my breast..
that you were beautifully oblivious
only served to further enthrall my exalted emotions
and your innocent influence acted upon my destiny.
Susan Ashley
August 5, 2018
I see the shimmers of your light, Lord.
My life unfolds to one body
Becoming the air that runs across the golden fields.
The wet pure water that swirls and flows,
The soil that yields sweet fragrant blooms.
Nestle under your wings, finding strength inside
To continue;
I am able to breathe and rest at your feet,
As my head lies upon your lap as I sleep.
Your touch,
Helps to control the strife whilst you stroke my hair.
My heart starts to beat again refusing to let go of you.
No matter how great my need,
You are always there extending your hand
Abling me to rise holding up my head again.
Lord let me be your instrument,
An instrument of change.
Give me the strength and courage to go beyond and change my life,
And help those that need that same strength.
8/29/2017
The Moon is almost...
Sullen skies forewarn the frozen shroud.
Gale November winds sway bare limbed
trees, whistling in chorus with arrows of
Geese straining to steer south.
The familiar sound of the revolving lead
Goose never wavers, but for tonight.
A strange howl emanates from the current
commander, abandoning the customary
bugling, not elongated; like a hound dogs
lament, but crisp & short, a howl.
Alarm bells ring in the memory recall of my
dna...built-in decipher mechanisms fail,
all of this happening in split-seconds.
What prompted this auditory change?
what does this alternate sound signal?
As quick as I heard it this twilight fall
evening, the Geese passed, the course they
were set upon unknown, circumstances
they encountered, not of my world,
the only sure thing,
is wonder.
12/01/17
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper
UNDER THE CANOPY
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay.
Fervent scent gives undertow noses a heady sway.
Four eyes closed, we swallow the coniferous forest.
Love thrives in our paradisiacal protraction of rest.
Blinded to adversity, verdancy thrives in aurora splay
As our minds run into the river of sunlight to play.
We make promises — nothing sovereign outside our love.
He squeezes my hand, our engagement rings think of
Only this moment, the splendor of our crashing lips.
Our bodies envelope each other like an eclipse.
The force of nature — the arcadian elixir, its bliss.
I shall nevermore forget the chill of reminisce.
4/10/2020
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