Best Underneath Poems
"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Lord Byron
My love, we'll meet at eight as we agreed,
A storm was near, the lighthouse sent its flash.
Would be our lovely tryst that end of day
To mark the start of our great happy love.
By then we hoped would be a night so bright,
The blushing, crimson moon was then so high.
The blue rough seas upon the breaking rocks
And sing to us a euphonious tune.
Together we will wait for stars to rise,
Where mesmerizing fireflies dance in tune,
This may be our last real chance to love
To celebrate midsummer's fun and joy,
In love, we'll hug and kiss and be like one.
Yet you kept not our sweet love rendezvous.
In vain I waited, life began to change.
The wind grew slow in its intensity,
Clouds gathered ominously o'er the place.
The thunder rumbled; lightning was above
Flew here and there above the angry seas.
My love was nowhere in my heart, for now
The storms were raging on the rolling sea
And on the ocean of regret. All's lost!
But then, a crack in clouds appears anew
And she appears all drenched but full of joy.
The night winds blow serene with sighs of warmth.
Our hearts entwine with love and bliss romance,
We will be married soon, our love so true.
Placed 1st
Underneath the mimosas,
arched and pink,
leaning on Summer,
I slow down
good thing
a truck
in my lane
arrival time
In heaven paced
because
I listen
when God speaks
gazing deep into your eyes
I see a gentle glow
reflecting from above
while lying underneath
this moonlit sky.
the silvery beams cast soft
upon your alabaster skin
as you lie so close to me
arms and legs entwined
in a lover’s embrace
the pink gloss of your lips
seems to glisten in the
moonlight’s gentle glow
lips begging to feel
the tender touch of mine
the moon’s gentle beams
softly beckon us to
continue our song of love, for
you are the poetry
that makes my heart sing
and I the melody of your words
and together the beating of our hearts
compose a poetic sonata of love.
May our symphony of love
underneath the moonlit sky
last a thousand lifetimes.
July 26, 2020
So strange.
On the tuning board I'm an F
and yet I feel quite sharp somehow.
Perhaps I need an adjustment.
Here.
or there.
A tweaking of metal wires
wrapped a little too tightly
and then I'll hit the perfect C.
So strange.
for somehow sharp still feels like me,
looks like me,
is like me.
Hmph.
I guess it's better to be sharp than flat,
and while I'm at it, better yet,
full with chords and rhythm too...
Maybe I should synchronize
and be a little more like you.
Let us meet in the quietude of the night,
As the blushing, crimson moon
Rises high and lights the dark deep.
Where mesmerizing mermaids dance,
Celebrating mid-summer merriment.
My wife and I dare not go for a swim
As even in the ebony night
We could see large fish crossing the ocean
In search of tasty food.
So we stay on the soft sandy beach
Admiring the shining moon.
We’ll kiss and hide in stygian caves
Neath rough billows, as we run apart
We feel the joy and, in the night,
Oh, euphoric scene, just you and me.
Underneath the red umbrella,
my Johnny stole a kiss from me,
so I felt like Cinderella,
for like a handsome prince was he.
Despite the cold, I melted when
underneath the red umbrella,
Johnny gazed into my eyes; then
whispered softly, “You’re my bella.”
Oh, the kiss from that sweet fellah!
Although the rain kept falling down,
underneath the red umbrella,
deep love is what would make me drown.
Romance cut short – though filled with bliss -
just didn't fill a novella.
Yet I cannot forget that kiss
underneath the red umbrella.
Nov. 7, 2018 for Eve Roper's Red Umbrella Poetry Contest
Young girl can't you see your beauty and your worth you have so much to offer to
this world your beauty shines more than the diamonds and rubies combined why
are you hiding it under all this raggedy shoes.
Turn away all those blues and make something of yourself use that brain for some
knowledge and power.
You must not realize how much respect you can get with all that wisdom and how
much you can take with you.
Physical beauty may fade but your innner beauty will always be the same as long as
you allow it to stay that way be determined, be motivated and fight for what is
yours.
Don't you see what you are robbing yourself of the value of your worth and the
precious knowledge that lives in you the beauty that has been inherited in you
speak positive over yourself.
Speak love, speak joy, speak dominion, speak glory speak all of this in the name of
the Heavenly Father.
He will be your navigator, your rock and your protector.
So he will make this ride smooth sailing but remember that it may get bumpy along
the way but he will be there to help you get through it.
Marching through my yard
heard whispers from the house of the dead
veiling in my attic
at the night
alone, yet with all my might,
hoping to watch the daylight
soon tucked myself on the bed
wondering the stories never told by uncle Fred
there I listen something again
something is watching me from the attic
scared
trying to shut my eyes
sounds again
I screamed
and something just ran underneath my bed
slowly I dared to look down
there I found my long lost cheese thief
the mice with its family at ease
laughing to myself I lowered back to sleep
As we danced underneath the moonlight
our hearts beat as one on that dark night
*photo 2
Inspired by Joseph May's “ Crystal Clear”
contest
5-4-19
underneath the glow
trees are painted white with snow
a blue jay watches
Heidi Sands
1/29/24
(C)opyright
A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait,
etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance,
sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss,
angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture,
what optic relishes await at early first light,
a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner,
heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim,
red orange burst sky a stirring presage,
for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature,
natural world usher whose gold throat cadence,
rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees,
tapping into human yearning for awestruck omen,
Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem,
yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure
might embolden dull minds with ardent spark
Silence of niche in the wilderness
scenery catches the eye glands
Underneath the sands is the richness
of an oasis within the dried lands.
Beauty overshadowing an arid land,
a living soil encapsulated in Thy hand.
"Underneath the Mistletoe"
Christmas kissed
its dream
underneath the Mistletoe
The Dream
melted a frozen heart
underneath the Mistletoe
Love like a
burning star
shining bright
Christmas kissed
its dream
underneath the Mistletoe
Love like a
burning star
shining bright
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023
In a school in a classroom there is a boy.
This boy has it all
Athletics, Friends, Grades, Money.
The wave of kids streaming down the hallway they all know him
but little do they know.
At home Aaron doesn't know the sanction of family at all.
His father to busy spending all of his time in his office,
His mother to busy cooking and cleaning and yelling,
His sister's life was taken four months ago from leukemia.
The only security he had at home slowly ripped away from his aching bones.
In this silent asylum the only noise you can hear is the gunfire of words his parents shoot.
They fight about money,
they fight about jobs,
they fight about him.
This time he lays in bed wishing he was dead.
all he thinks his he cant wait to go back to school tomorrow.
In the same classroom
hides a girl under a baggy sweater.
To afraid to wear something flattering, because
she was a child she was first called FAT,
she was a Child the first time she was called UGLY,
she was a damn CHILD the first time some one told her she did not BELONG.
The bell of the imprisonment where she is kept rings.
She puts her head phones in and bows her head.
So she can avoid all the giggles from the people she passes in the hall.
They don't know she throws up after every meal,
they don't know that she takes pills to feel beautiful to be model like,
they do not know that she was planning on over dosing that night.
She cannot wait to get to her next class
We judge but do we really know what's going on underneath the mask.
Form:
Underneath this smile
see my source of endless joy:
peace, kindness and love.
Nothing I will fear
believing in tomorrow,
to find a rainbow
stretching over that green hill...
to imagine what's beyond.
Show your sympathy,
share my happiness revealed
underneath this smile.