Best Wonderland Poems
~ My favorite Thanksgiving memory was, quite simply, a walk at my grandparents house - I'll never forget how nature spoke to me that day about what is truly important, what I'm most thankful for. ~
The snowflakes cling so softly to my eyes
Each one a sparkling gem of frosted lace
Their fluttered flights like silver butterflies
Released by heaven in uncommon grace
To melt upon my lashes, warm, and trace
Their damp demise as rills upon my face
I wind my way thru swaying evergreen
That dip their limbs to bow a silent plea
Like Currier and Ives, they paint a scene
Of lofty grand cathedrals, soaring free
A vault of stars to crown each regal tree
While high above an owl questions me
I wonder if, like me, he haunts the night
Divining purpose deep within the wood
So grateful for the gifts within his sight
And all that heaven brings us that is good
In that, we forge a blessed brotherhood
Content to cherish living, as we should
Thanksgiving weaves the frigid winds at hand
To bring us both this winter wonderland.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Thanksgiving Memory" Poetry Contest, Regina Riddle, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Winter Wonderland" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
~ This is an "Urban Sonnet", a form created by Laura Loo, a poet here at Poetry Soup. ~
Spring heralds the dawning of brilliant bluebells carpeting the woods
Silently they slept until the warm sun rouses them from slumber
Gently they open their eyes, stretch and bask in nature’s glory
01~29~15
Contest Glorious Sijo Fields – Andrea Dietrich
How Many Syllables - Count 16, 16, 15 – total 47
~awarded 5th place~
Early rain falls gently
like his fingers running softly
through her tousled hair
The wind breathes lightly
like his lips treading velvets
on her cheek,along her neck
and across her peach-creamed skin so fair
She dances,she sings
by the cabin down the valley
She feeds little birds
and keeps on humming merrily
Pansies sway in silence
as she walks down the lane
She strolls over the bridge
then cross it back again
She watches the Tuscan sun
set down beyond the prarie
She lays in verdant fields
and dreams of the lost fairy
With noisette eyes so full of love
She follows fluttering wings
of tiny fire-flies
which glisten in night sky
like little lantern lights
Through fragrant vine-yards She runs
and tastes blushed-scents of wine
She journeys through distance
through moments,n memory of time
She holds on to a star
to the edge of glowing moons
She reaches the oasis
beyond the desert dunes
She reaches to the dark woods
to the still sound of his cry
She let hm see her magic
where freedom's kite soar high
She enters in the universe
of his thoughts soft 'tender part
to the cascading passion
in the alley of his heart
The fruit smoothie spun on the smoothie machine,
as I looked out the window at large snowflakes falling to the ground
I watched, as I was led into a peaceful trance
No thoughts to weigh me down, a light moment lifting my heart
Later, I went outside where the snow had turned to small flakes
They were like tiny pebbles bouncing on the grass
- A winter wonderland in spring -
Heidi Sands
4/8/25
(C)opyright
Poem of the day 4/9/25
I often think
In darker times
It's pointless toil
Creating rhymes
For what do rhymes
Achieve, and such?
Perfection strives
For words to clutch
Some faint idea
Some headlocked chat -
It smiles, then fades
Like Cheshire Cat
Chasing thought
Down rabbit hole
Succeed or fail
No heads will roll
From bitter world
To jammy tart
Where sweetness lives
In printed heart
No grumpy queen
No neckline threats
Beguiling words
This soul begets
Perhaps, in time
Simplistic notion
Can be transformed
With the right potion
Perhaps, if time
Allows, we will
Through heartfelt words
Our dreams fulfill
She followed a rabbit
stitched from stardust,
leaping between planets
like lily pads of light.
A comet brushed her cheek
a whisper,
a secret,
a scent of home long gone.
Her dress,
woven from constellations,
twirled in zero gravity,
threads unraveling into galaxies.
The wormhole found her.
Not a door,
but a pulse,
a soft tear in the silence. She stepped in.
Light bent like memory.
Time folded into origami.
She became
a thought,
a chord,
a gasp inside the cosmos.
When she landed,
a planet blinked.
Rings spun like teacups.
A queen in a glass crown said:
“Wonderland was never down.
It was always above.”
And Alice
floating,
smiling,
rewrote the stars
with her finger.
Once there was a fairy by name Linda “fondly Alice”
Falls down a rabbit hole into a fantasy world pretty nice!
Literary nonsense genre
Influential fantasy genre
Bloody the fairy of my fantasy world “Alice”?
The west winds of springtime
Brought forth April showers
That rained on the pavements
Of Southwick for hours.
It was standing room only
And full to the brim
As people sought shelter
At the old Tabard Inn.
A man with a top hat
Sat staring in space.
There was illness and sadness
Etched deep in his face.
A man with a fob watch
Was seen swapping gold
For a bottle of whisky
Before facing the cold.
A woman sighed deeply
Then laughed with a guest
While sipping tap water
And winning at chess.
There was no chef so no food
Since that dark violent day
When the innkeeper watched him
Being stretchered away.
So the sailor (being followed)
Missed having his tea,
And drank five pints of real ale
Before leaving for sea.
Snow flurries are swirling faster and faster,
soon a blanket of white covers the ground,
Robin redbreast pecks at the cotoneaster -
where bright red berries still can be found.
Filigree snowflakes fall without any sound
Winter quintain , Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
12/20/21
Freshly fallen snow... a carpet of white
Blinding pure covering... satin on fields
Under crystal stars bright in clear moonlight
Blowing snow gathers into drifts and yields
Scattering of dreams that faithfully wields
Layers of hope which conformity shields
Majestic wonderland... a winter scene
Captures a powerful wondrous glory
Mother Nature's creation of serene
Sublime introspection... the true story
Clarity maps out new territory
A magical moment... transitory
A full moon's winter wonderland glistens
A natural enchantment sky to sea
The beautiful stillness clearly listens
To limitless space that's frozen yet free
Subtle activity appears the key
This perfect picture is not just for me
Winter wonderland... unforgettable
Awe-inspiring... simply incredible
Let me take you on an adventure,
Through insanities doors, to the land of dementia.
I guarantee you will be spellbound,
While holding on for dear life, riding hell’s bloodhound.
To seek the excruciating pleasures of pain
Where your piercing screams will be my gain
Let me take you through the narrow passage ways,
With the wall embedded razor blades
If you must know, there is only one way in
If you try to go back the blades will rip you skin
And as the passage narrows, believe me the pain will be a real scream.
Why not try the bondage section
This I consider my favourite selection
Watch them sloooooooowly slice chunks from your flesh
And eat them while they are pulsating and fresh.
And when you cry out expressing your pleasure in pain
They’ll gouge your eyes out and eat them, the crunchy sound is appealingly insane.
So if you are interested just sign your name on this scroll
The price is not much just the price of your soul
Soft she slips into the wood,
Garlanding brush and branches,
Spreading out her lovely cloak,
To cover posts and fences.
Now she drifts into the yard,
Making all things bright,
Swathing each and every thing,
In a mantle of pure white.
The roses in my garden,
Will sleep through Winter's night,
Beneath their mantle made of snow,
Hidden from my sight.
Winter's queen is lovely,
And wonderful to see,
Sparkling in the moonlight,
She smiles and beckons me.
Come walk with me in moonlight.
Come dance beneath the stars.
Laugh as snow flakes kiss your face.
This moment now is ours.
The season decorated in dazzling white
Her Pale moon drifting high into the night
Sailing over powdered dreams
Of fields ,forests and frozen streams
Shooting frozen puffs of breath and steam
Gliding along a fantasy world of winter scenes
Scintillating snow whispering” here comes the queen”
Mother nature stalks her land of winter dreams
I wander in the wonderland of words
where sounds can rhapsodize an inner flight
and seek to sing like skylark midst the birds.
To feel a lyric line is ringing right
that rose unknowingly from secret source
can send my senses soaring with delight.
What guides the reasoned rhyme’s creative course?
the urging of an enigmatic muse?
or might it be a fundamental force?
The words may dance or promenade in twos,
at times leap forth as in a lightning flash,
or shower phrases in prismatic hues…
When glimmers come but embers turn to ash,
there are no syllables with tongues of flame
nor tones that thunder like a cymbals’ clash.
Then I despair and falter in my aim
of catching rainbows in a verse’s net
and cry I should forsake the poet’s game.
Still oft before the dying sun has set
arises hint of inspiration’s spark
albeit faintest flickering, and yet
from out of what had seemed a moonless dark
is heard the distant music of a lark…
~ Harley White
I see the flakes come tumbling from pale sky.
Grey barren earth below has been effaced.
The loveliness nobody can deny.
With dazzling snow this wonderland is graced.
In morning’s sheen, the frosted limbs of trees
are glittering, and all the land’s pristine.
I run outside and feel chill winter’s breeze
and breathe in air that now is crisp and clean.
Deep snow lies glistening upon my lawn.
Long icicles are hanging down like spears.
Vanished are the streets in the still of dawn,
but not for long! A snowplow soon appears.
Jan. 15, 2023 for 12 Lines Of Rhyme
For Julia Ward's Favourite Poem From January 2023 Or February 2023 Poetry Contest