Best Under(A) Poems
Sailing Away Under a Silver Moon Forever
As the morning slowly awakens I see how those beautiful eyes
Of yours warmly shine bright and share thy palpable feelings of
Enchanted moments of true love and unbridled fiery emotions.
Making love to me in the depths of your sweet dreams proves to be
Quite interesting as angels fly by and giggle softly at this prospect.
Yet, as we touch, caress, and kiss deeply—your dreams are now reality.
A lively passion burns inside such loving beauty as all pain fades away,
And I know you are that special one I have longed for my entire life.
The pulchritude of your radiant presence and spirit bedazzles me now.
As we adorn one treasured pearl filling our hearts with its deep pleasure,
Our minds now connect as one, visualizing eternal dances of true love
That echo on in caves beneath our psyche sounding our mutual passion.
Sailing away under a silver moon forever is where we need to be as two
Sultry lovers and like-spirits who have eaten that sweet forbidden fruit,
And to know we shall both scale infinite heights one day into eternity.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2018
(Tercet)
Sitting under this Weeping Willow
tree, I think of yesterdays gone by.
The special times I spent with my
Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry.
They're no longer here, God took
them to a better place, away from
me.
Mom said," If I ever leave, look for
me in the clouds my son, that's
where I'll always be."
Now I go through life wishing I had
spent more time with them.
Wishing, I could go back in time
and relive my life again.
On a beautiful sunny day when those
beautiful clouds roam free.
I see the outline of my Mother's face,
like she said, my Mother, Anais.
Reaching out to you, at speed of light
so you may find me on common ground,
among the trees
a gentleman, though strange to your ears.
Under a lamplit room, one full of sky
oh, though my eyes look down,
not worldly as you may think
uninjured, and uninjuring
just the same as you.
Yes, it's you, my words were bent to
past the zenith, straight to a future
beating heart, all yours.
Reach back to me with fingers
made to extend, a hero mine..
with soft lips.
Pollux begged for the life of a twin,
under the latin sign of Gemini
and the same now
I beg of Zeus.
Stand under a future blue moon,
w'luck, I'll be there too..
though the coursing in my veins
hides your name today,
I'll discover it soon.
Big Cypress stirs, heated by Miccosukee
sky hung in spun gold. Rising in the east,
morning sways with waves of river grass
as the elder paddles through waking water
in dugout canoe. Bare-chested, he whistles
an old, creek song, lost and found in tangles
of green swampland. Bronzed face chiseled from
stone gazes on soft, flush of Indian summer;
a burning heart beats with nature beneath.
In hand, he clenches twine of sacred bundle.
Beads of sweat fall from head lowered in prayer
to the Creator. His silent prayer for earth, hunt,
harvest and tradition collides with modern tribal
life, a quiet moment complicated by thoughts of
upcoming ceremonial festivities. If only,
he could step back in time to dance in ancient
garments 'round sacred fire free from tourists’ pale,
intruding eyes. His daughter and wife will sew
and bead jewelry to sell; his grandsons will wrestle
alligators; and he, the elder, will stand proud,
fighting to maintain dignity and culture under
a warm Miccosukee sky, hung by his ancestors
...in spun gold.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/17/13
for Shanity Rain's Native American People Contest
How is it possible, to be "awful" and "amazing" at the same time?
Please don't find me "annoying" as I ponder your "grim" and "gruesome".
There is something quite "delightful" about seeing you so "frightened"!
It is "fortunate" that we crossed paths, "finding" you is most certainly a sign.
For you I have erected a "monolith" here under the blue moon.
At its very centre I will look upon your pure white "oval" face.
I will know pleasure as I gaze into your stunning "opaque" eyes.
It is so very wonderful to see how you are "opening" up to me!
I will not "patronize" you for you will be the "pride" of my garden.
This is merely a simple "prelude" to our very precious time together.
I know removing your face will seem "vicious", but know l will be gentle.
If I'm kind you won't be "vindictive"! Instead you'll love me and I'll be "Victorious"!
For Shadow's "Make a Poem *2Contest."
I used quotes for the words because my iPad doesn't allow me to bold words on Poetry Soup.
I wrote this piece from a serial killers perspective, I guess I've watched to many episodes of "Criminal Minds".
my eyes are stretched by furrowed rows-
twilight lays it’s beauty at my feet
I hear soft harmony of growing wheat
of windmill songs in the breeze
and whispered whirlwinds
locked in the shadows
of the distant purple hills
swirling clouds gather
dry grasses thirsty for rain
stand tall to reach ashen skies
the prairie moonlight
is my gracious companion
I tip-toe in peace
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We each and everyone have scar tissue
laid deeply etched internal conflict hides dialogue
All battles are fought against love condemned un-fairly
hate tortures all good reasoning over trowing truth
Firstly cursing madness stands as judge
corrupted fibres removes stitches darned incorrectly
As the tree of life bears fruit from it's branches
seeds upon this earth has been planted
Like a snowflake born from the living waters of life
unique in how each of us is constructed underneath
Our souls are immortal holding a frame within time
the body is merely a temple nourished by golden light
Countdown begins under a corrupted crop sewing lies
seeing is believing where chastisement begs pardon under oath
a well crafted necklace
surrounds your neck
(long
smooth
inviting)
delivers subtle accusations
of adultery…
…cannot be faithful,
only you alone must endure
these constant
passing’s by of tempting selections;
forced still
head down
layered
like a deck of cards hopes for a queen,
curses the joker.
slowly i pull back your fastened ribboning
the very fabric that hides
your forbidden fluid, ceremonial aroma
floats orchids across the breeze
plucked perfectly from your long stem
to pour all of you
fulfills
all of me...
selfish me!
scent trembles
excites my senses
eyes seduced to closure,
your taste never alien…
no longer forcing away your temptation
firmly grasping
caressing your thin waist
exiling premature hesitation
lifting,
tilting,
our mouths become one
pouring every ounce passionately
a want that cause angels to turn,
afflicting the harvest moon to blush.
swishing you around my tongue
leaving a masque of satisfaction
(clouds losing breathe)
exhaling slowly
looking into your eyes
pleasant is this longing
(smoke barrels, oak crates, blackberries)
passing one simple statement:
“I am thankful for bottles of Merlot”
We danced on our wedding night under a thousand stars,
and when I hear the song "Thinking Out Loud" I am taken back;
to that starry bright night,
when you danced with me.
The lyrics of that song are exactly how I felt and how I loved you,
the future was ours to discover- we had so many plans;
we were going to grow old together,
our love would never, ever, ever fade.
Oh, I listen to that song often, well almost every day,
and it takes me back to our wedding night and our perfect love;
I loved you since the first day,
and you promised me forever.
I always had butterflies in my heart whenever I was near you,
but a destiny was written for me without you in it;
and now I find you among a thousand,
stone cold tombs- a name engraved.
All I have are the memories we made and that song, taking me
back to when we were dancing under a thousand stars.
_______________________
April 3, 2017
Verse/Under A Thousand Stars
Copyright Protected, ID 494700
Brian Strand
Max. 25 Lines
the entry below is to all who turn to my page
this is a grateful thank you to all
I know I still have reviews to respond to
I will be back next week sometime to do so
your reviews are safely held
thank you
see you soon
'under a star"
to all of you near and far
to all who write under a star
we share our souls our inner beings
we share more than visions or feelings
this is for all who hold the pen high
who hold the pen floating from the sky
until I return with responses deserved
giving words by you are safely preserved
thank you to all who visit my page
thank you for gracing the poetry stage
blessings to all near and far
blessings who write under a star
SkyWatcher
01-26-24
Slow or fast
we think behind a slip stream,
a contrail of the gone;
of what went by a momentary window
long ago.
Asleep under a blacktop,
street-cars roll over my me-mind,
the crunch of old bones
crackles like thin ice.
I am recalling a time
now set in resin.
Desiccated bugs bite through,
gnaw at half-painted pictures.
Lost paths
for the somnambulant dead.
Elephants gather to revisit graveyards.
Alive in a memory,
but let’s not call this 'living,'
double, treble dipping
into the time-worn.
Such old imagining's will eventually
kill every analog clock
with their own internal hammers.
What am I writing now?
Yesterday and tomorrow sway
like old measuring scales.
Should I think like a Greek,
or a Jew,
arise and dance
shaking my head back and forth
as if awakening
to every fleeting pause?
This is what I am writing
upon the underside
of a road...
an odyssey of sorts
one taken by a horde of lemmings.
A talking point
indicating how I got here
recalling this and that,
but then again
nothing is now real forever.
The night caresses my eyes with the darkness
The only light is from a street corner lamp
Its orange-yellow glow eases my mind
And the calm within the beams is sentimental
Not only does it have a pleasant aroma to it
It shines with an aura of peace and calm found
Only deep in the inside of a soothing easy flow
The evening presses on the edge of its glow
But the light’s power overwhelms the night
But in a calm and gentle way, as a grandmother
Would bring forth a hug to a child once seen
Crickets play their harmonious tune
Outside the circle of soft protruding aura
The depressed find solace here, standing
Under this limited light which shines peacefully
Amongst the warm nights oppressive stance
But now found heartfelt consolation glowing
Russell Sivey
A sullied sun slips into oblivion
without making a sound;
and darkness rushes in to fill the void,
left by light's demise.
After Dusk, ebony skies morph
into a bejeweled extravaganza
of breathtaking beauty;
sprinkled with stars.
A beaming Luna, dressed in a golden gown,
rises majestically into the heavens.
And under a moonlit sky;
love blossoms!
Enchanted by the moon's gilded aura,
time pauses, for magic, exists
within the hearts of lovers in love.
Two souls become immersed in each other,
like pools of still waters;
reflecting the harmony
of hearts in love.
Feelings surface
with an emotional force;
that carries dreams
to the shores of forever,
fueled by an elixir of hope and trust.
Life, a stage under a star-studded sky,
where shadows dance and dreams breathe,
one letter carved the difference between
knighthood and nighthood.
Knighthood, an induction into the realm
of honor and valor, cloaked in the sacred
robes of tradition, a ceremony under
the glaring sun, every move precise,
every word a pledge.
Nighthood, a secret society where
dreams unfold on the darkened stage,
silent whispers carried on the wind,
where the night embraces the unknown,
a realm unseen but deeply felt.
There, under a star-studded sky,
it struck me like a bolt of lightning,
how small things craft vast worlds—
an elusive dream that tiptoes through
the corridors of the mind, one letter
transforming the narrative.
Knight and night, both kneel before us,
their silhouettes blurred in the twilight,
each bearing tales, each a passage
in the book of existence.
I wander, wondering why, pondering
the slight shifts that shape destinies,
letters, words, poems, born from
the fleeting glance, the corner of the eye,
where the star-studded eve births
elusive dreams.
Under this canopy of stars,
I see the fine line between light
and darkness, between roles we play,
the dreams we chase, the words we speak.
Knighthood in the day’s bright glare,
nighthood in the quiet embrace of dusk,
each a stage, each a life, each a world
within a world, separated by
a breath, a letter, a dream.
And so, I stand under the star-studded sky,
where knighthood and nighthood merge,
where life’s stage is illuminated
by the smallest of things,
and I wonder, wander, through the night,
through the dreams, through the words
that weave our lives.
I shall compose you a poem,
below your round, shining face,
for this is where I feel at home,
a pen within my warm embrace.
Underneath this moon of red,
my soul begins to dance and sing,
I awaken my spirits, once dead,
at this midnight hour of spring.
Red moon born from an eclipse,
no better time to work my spell,
your hue mimics my crimson lips,
Just watch me break out of my shell.
Dave Wood's contest - "Red Moon"