Best Wonderlands Poems
"Mother,
You are my heartbeat
and I'm your lifeline,
we both are 'one',
as an inseparable hue of purity,
smeared upon the sacrosanct lotus..."
As you cradle
those sleepless stars,
swirling in my
insomniac flurry ink,
lulling me to
honeydew-soaked
slumber and
letting these
unicorn-lights
twinkle within every
pearlescent pulse,
my heart flies
across gentle
wonderlands of
fairy-knitted dreams,
believing in
seraphic miracles.
Although, I may
have been
drenched in
cavernous
bloodstorms and
my heart bleeds
russet hail, but,
you will always
heal my hauntings
with your
calendula-glazed
peridot symphonies,
forever shielding
my saffron
innocence within
your womb
of compassion,
soft like
creamy cotton,
and periwinkle-rosy
flickers of love.
I've been blessed
with the crimson-gold
warmth of a
motherly sunflower,
amidst this
cold autumnal
rain of bitter flakes
and spiced leaves.
You are my
white-lotus-winged
mermaid, a
featherless angel,
and this
watercolor child
will always draw
peony-incensed
gardens, carrying
the fruity fragrance
of maternal croons.
This lifetime
will incessantly
echo with nascent
harp's harmonies,
of a daffodil-
daughter's melody
for her spring-
scented mother,
for, it's the
only rare truth,
that has been
revealed amongst
onyx blades,
scattered across these
vulturous skies.
I never dream to
fathom those
lavender beaches
of snowy sonnets,
without the
cashmere caress
of your sheen
cinnamon shawl,
that gives me relief
from aching
frostbites,
rewarded by
this wistful world,
immersed in apathy.
I forevermore
wish to be that
last 'princess petal',
that remains
eternally etched
to the selfless
nurturing of your
pinkish throne.
comfy cozy cold
watching winter wonderlands
snuggled softly still
nov.04.2019
a late fall or early winter haiku
sponsored by: tania kitchin
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.
The pyramids have made me ponder
Sprouting tall in sands of timeless plunder
They raise the palms, of either hand
Among the eighth, of wonderlands
I'll hold a constellation of small conclusions
While coming forth with wise solutions
The Sphinx, she taunts me, with ancient riddles
Of mere coincidence, or majestic plan
The likeness climbs the vulnerable mind
Comparisons of any kind
Rival all of Mother Nature
To look about the infrastructure
If it fails to quiet me with sure decision
What my eyes acknowledge
Must bear no burden of proof
It is simply there, exempt from time
No moorings hold it to past or future
Overlooking River Nile
I smile and ponder why and how
There is delight in the wonder of obscurity
A purity in never knowing
A culture keen in keeping mystery
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For PD's Contest: Epic Mysterious
Dream on
Be it white rabbit holes of wonderlands
Or black holes of never-here flounder lands ,
Dreaming on and on
Vaunted webs they spawn
In this ‘ uni-verse’ that ever expands*.
Expanding like vapor, fluff and free verse
In eccentric quest, new frontiers traverse
Dreamlands roaming
Ideas beaming
Procreating, creating things diverse.
Diverse, like what is extant, are all stuff
From the nutsy-feverish heads of buffs
Their ways are damn strange
Their worlds like deranged
Salt of earth, they are, above all rebuff.
Kneading up, weeding and leading the earth
Right , left or centre , ever, two cents worth
Although they grandstand
And get praised or panned
Of their wisdom, world should not be in dearth.
*Science tells that the universe keeps on expanding by itself.
Black hole is a region in space- time whose gravity field is too strong for anything including light to escape from it.
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
22 jul 2013, Limerick
Silent giants oxygen machines
The lungs of mother nature
Wilderness wonderlands
Coppice, copse, or just a stand
Thicket, timberland
Parks for playing hide and seek
Natures vast expanse
A land of plants and trees galore
A place of peace and quiet
Not a place for corporate greed
Poisoned water, acid rain
Tarmac covered over coat
Air pollution, choking smoke
Brought to you by business folk
Politian’s cry false tears
And pledge to save the sacred trees
Spending money made of paper
How ironic
Save the trees
I feel like a burden.
Parents kicked me out saying
“He’s gotta deal with her now”
And they weren’t playing
“If you leave this house,
You can’t come back”
Don’t worry mom and dad
I had enough time to pack.
Just cause I wanted to stay the night
You ended up yelling
I left after that fight.
Things had to change
Couldn’t get to HTC
Losing friends left and right
People started judging me
Just trying to live
But it doesn’t go so well
Sometimes I feel alone
Feel like I’m living in hell.
Cause no one understands
That age means nothing to me
If I love someone
Can’t you just be happy?
Missing my family
But it doesn’t matter
Going crazy cause I’m lonely
Like wonderlands crazy mad hatter
Calling my boyfriend
Hard when he’s away
Ending the call early
Cause we don’t know what to say
Wishing I was normal
Hate what people think
Can’t talk to no one
Cause I’m on the brink
Of not being able to cope
I know I’m negative sometimes
But all I want is to hope
I want to be able to
Smile again
But idk how
Where or when.
When he’s there
My life seems so much sweeter
Met him at work he’s on the clean team
(But that doesn’t mean he’s neater)
Gotta buy the groceries
Hoping to do more
Part time at the bakery
At the cub foods store
Life is complicated
Like staying balanced on a saddle
New conflicts every day
But I’m still fighting my last battle.
Once I finally feel
That I am close to winning
I look at the mess behind me
Saying “that was just the beginning”
Let us keep Christmas beautiful, without a thought of greed, that it might live forevermore, to fill our every need. ~ Garnett Ann Schultz
In moments, soft reflections of the heart
Grace beneath shadows of beautiful insight
Glowing, like the spirit of a tree bathed in hope
Christmas – joy…
In moments, hesitant prayers gently spoken
Miracles pouring from the glistening stardust
Breathing out wonder, in music’s silent thunder
Christmas – rhythms…
In moments, wishes inspire the source of faith
Blessing the skies, the seas, the brush of peace
In comforting thoughts, brilliant colors of grace
Christmas – giving…
In moments, silent nights explore soul’s belief
Wise and knowing, erasing the shadow’s depths
Restoring life to the one who might be suffering
Christmas – glory…
In moments, praises still the lonely in each tear
Flowing like dew, stained by the colors of fear
Broken voices from a prayer that still feels
Christmas – glowing…
In moments, family and friends unite, glistening
Flushes who remind hearts they are truly loved
Wonderlands of snow kissed colors, captivating
Christmas – astonished…
In moments, candles ignite to show hearts the warmth
In every purpose, there is a gift of what is known
Love, soundless and pure, inviting hearts to hope
Christmas – spirit of God’s sweet love….
Christmas spirit stirring the fires of His great love,
The affection of grace that comes from heaven above,
The eagerness of hope that comforts hearts and souls,
Christmas – who remembers Jesus birth….
Christmas – who unites hope, faith and love
Christmas – who invites the heart to give
Christmas – who stills the darkness’ caress
Christmas – who delights in giving the gift of love that never ends,
Love that God above sends….
To remind each heart He is with us, the peace that won’t pretend
To forget what it is to feel… like Christmas comes first, deep within
The heart who believes, the soul who might grieve, the spirit who sees…
Jesus really is the only gift we truly need!
Never stop believing – He is the reason for harmony that relieves,
Joy that plants its seeds and light that helps hearts to see…
Jesus is everything!
The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.
Lauren Oliver
sunrise transcends from thousand white moons
enamelling specks of gold over a vast mindscape
untamed ocean, hypnotic in opulence of delight
losing in timeless fathom, all beginnings and ends
In daze of hazel eyes, a pale destiny painted red
concoction of stardust in resplendent phoenix flame
Iconic images in mesmeric limerance of rhapsody
play a subtle movie, in slow tempo, treble with bass.
An entangled world of uncensored thoughts meander
condescending a center of cinematic subconscious
dissembling into a daydream swimming wonderlands
Van Gogh's Starry Nights seducing languorous senses.
a pleasant hangover , still drunk in my weariness,
don't wake me, I'm piqued in amor deliria nervosa*
an everlasting fantasy stretches in kohl of my eyes,
an Illusion of life gasping, or is it death in disguise?
*Amor Deliria Nervosa (or just deliria) is a disease in the fiction series Delirium Trilogy by Lauren Oliver. It is set in a dystopian world where love is considered a disease called Amor Deliria Nervosa, but scientists have invented a cure for it.
18th July 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Delirium |
My Beautiful Beloved, my heart is on fire just envisioning
your touch. Your kiss carries me to ecstasy.
Your lips take me to wonderlands never before known.
Your fingertips ignite my beingness creating delicate
pulsations of bliss. Electric waves of passion rush through
my cells at the mere thought of you. My soul cries for
your caress taking me to heights of Pure Love creating
Heaven on Earth. You and I are Heaven on Earth. Our
Ecstatic passionate vibration radiates throughout the
Cosmos and beyond creating a New Magickal Paradise for
us and all. I Love You, I Adore You, I Cherish You way
beyond words, way beyond any worldly comprehension.
Our shared passionate embrace creates a blissful Utopia
uplifting all Humanity and the Cosmos. To ascend
together, forever into eternity and beyond and one day
finally at last never to return to this dense plane.
Together forever with you My One and Only True Love.
You and I as ONE Always and Forever...never to belong to
another.
Copyright Kimberly Fluitt, June 2, 2012
Centered around ephemeral shapes,
Now—shapeless now—flailing—
Yellows, blues, oranges and reds,
Heat eating what surrounds it till it Can no more—eyes—in the fire. . .
The way life moves toward danger,
And eyes watch closely,
Growing and slackening,
Distant singing and laughter. . .
The fires that hear stories of the ancient ways,
Tarrying through the tales,
The coldness of the wild behind their backs,
Smoke reaching toward starlit wonderlands. . .
I hear resilience in the horror—
And in the unison of kinship,
Bodies moving closer to one another,
As the eyes at last close against the coals
2.13.20
Note: I wanted to play with a little fire today.
I wanted to write "Smoke reaching toward starlit wonderlands" but didn't feel I had room... however, I wanted to make it clear that the smoke hasn't made it there to that starlit wonderland...just like we reach toward the stars but don't quite get there sometimes. I hope that makes an ounce of sense, and I don't know why that makes me emotional and that it's so important to me, but I felt the need to share...
Anyway, sending love to all and extra warmth today, wherever you may be.
Love, Laura
Dry
Cold snap
Brings the snow,
Clouds break open
Releasing snowflakes,
Like cabbage butterflies
Who flutter on summer days
Natures artwork now completed,
Sky has now cleared as clouds drift away
Landscapes have become winter wonderlands
Written 19th December 2020.
It was nine degrees out all was frozen
Not much better inside for commode water
Icy crystals formed not what we'd chosen
Shaking at fireplace's front, stood our daughter
On top of the hearth wasn't any better
One thing we didn't need was a fly swatter
Outside with slick cardboard and snow saucer
The children did laugh and gingerly play
With warm cocoa sipped, slept like a dosser
Snuggled upon dry straw and cow's loose hay
They could have slept through loudest donkey's bray
That experience made for a good day
Winter wonderlands don't happen much here
Usually cold, wet, and windy each year
Sometimes with ice spewed then bugs disappear
So that winter wonderland brought us cheer
Lots of wet clothes and needed headgear
Once we relaxed and to rules didn't adhere
Each family needs one winter wonderland
With cocoa and popcorn in dixieland
Written: December 27, 2018
For Contest: Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rising up from slumbers ready to tolerate life's dilemmas
Recalling back when I was just a kid, I was fearless
Hiking through the snow on glacial pavements
Participating with other youth and the childhood amazement
Watching the sky powder all Winter long over us
People with the flu and others saying what's the fuss
Skiing along the snow on frosty concrete
Feeling jovial and declare that life is complete
These days we don't see any winter wonderlands
Strolled on the beach, noticing the icy sands
Once I was ten years old lying in the snow
Throwing slush at a crowd putting on a show
We can all dream to have a time like this again
Pray to god saying a prayer, Amen
I felt once I was in an undiscovered place called Paradise
But now all we suffer is prevailing ice
Our love isn’t at ease,
just like the wind in white acacias
and like a bead on child’s hand,
it’s not at ease.
In it they miss – wonderlands,
delights, flame and solace.
And none of us will call it my own
before it passes us on slightly.
And it will stay somewhere – far away,
unapproachable, uneasy.
And yellow leaves will whisper in snows.
Our love isn’t at ease.
It isn’t at ease.