Best Zeniths Poems
Speechless clementine horizons infuse lilac hues,
tinting twilight's tepid breeze, reflecting sensually,
kissing tranquil waters, forming momentary ripples.
Chocolate cosmos awake greeted by fresh frangipani,
blending luscious flavours into an aromatic paradise.
Mockingbirds serenade sun into a silent slumber, its
fluorescent friend parades a galaxy of pellucid pearls.
Menagerie trails lead to zeniths where only eagles soar,
where vermilion dahlia sneak through mountainous smoke,
isolated by time - haunted by ghosts of ancestral Apache.
Silent One
6 January 2018
Example for 10 word and 10 lines challenge contest.
Ten words used:
Menagerie
Vermilion
Infuse
Mockingbirds
Twilight
Frangipani
Luscious
Pellucid
Ancestral
Ripples
Categories:
zeniths, analogy, native american,
Form:
Free verse
*Hot & Cold*
“The Professional.”
only in my eyes
supports
the temperature.
Mercury, rising above:
Boiling point of no return,
Injection,
Rejection,
like heartfelt tears
on the surface,
pouring of dryness
from the deep
complete.
Bare
Plot
Both
Dot
Cold
not good enough.
You stay,
Numbness against the impression
of adoration
wallows off
Venus, the frigged interiors of:
Freezing below zero,
from my form,
Swallow knots
intent look
nowhere to be found -
in the zeniths
radiation.
Core
Depth
Beauty
Death
Hot
I grasp it all.
The secret of you
I hunger!
Cannot have,
nowhere to be found-
no, lease.
Stay…
A kiss so endlessly,
I need!
I want!
endurance
reassurance
your vibes
confused,
not fixed
your placid
hallucination
during
muddy waters.
And still I may be smitten: -)
By;pd
Categories:
zeniths, growing up, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth while racing on cloud-Morgan above…!
Lovely you are! I said to her, Love's living conqueror!
Aren't you, yet, noisy nomad, gypsy, or mere wanderer?
I am vagrant sure, she said, and a tireless traveler,
I have jailed you, yet, in my sachet, like a prisoner…!
It was when I moved much away from the maddening crowd,
And when pondered over her bewildering words aloud;
Enlightenment dawned in me like the wisdom of Buddha,
Many great truths got revealed slowly like Brahma Chakra...!
True as very truth is my brief existence in the breath,
Who on this earth exists, devoid of her, from birth to death?
She murmurs, whispers, commands, demands, like Divine Spirit,
She creates! Destroys! Takes to zeniths! Grants highest merit…!
Soft, serene like nectar secreting in a rose flower,
She sleeps in; grows glows like a flower on a green bower;
Consciously conscious! Unconsciously unconscious! Solace!
Plows through the interiors, like Yacht through water, flawless…!
Shifting my state of mind, working like a leaven within,
Sleep, wake - like my mother - in feasting and fasting she's in;
She is the beginning! End! Center! Whole! Totality!
She is the starting and ends of the whole humanity…!
What an engulfing like a fiery inferno and smoke,
What an empowering and overpowering soul-stroke!
What a change, like unique bloom! Great is the life-giving breath!
What Calm! Peace! Tranquility! Bliss! Awesomely saving meth…!
With her, no stress! No strain! No phobia! No mania!
Her free-blow within free from frightening insomnia;
Abandoned to her eternally evolving Spirit,
Body and soul reach zenith beyond the mundane limit…!
Growing high, I gladly come to the realization,
That I'm part of the classic universal cognition;
Wherein my inner unity freely fondly extends,
And to the external eternal harmony, it tends...!
Knowingly? Unknowingly? Willingly? Unwillingly?
Breath has adopted me - calmly, cutely, and cautiously!
Has made me a flute, lute, melodious rhythmic consort,
I play on! I am played on! Till I reach restful retreat…!!!
16 September 2021
Categories:
zeniths, life, love, mother, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Can a god build walls on the horizon
Hang chandeliers from zeniths above
Let the ocean drain into the nadir
Turn platitudes of doubt into love
Can a god look west, to watch sunrise
Go back in time, see humanity evolve
Walk barefoot across the suns corona
Make reason, meaningless to resolve
Can a god bring order to happenstance
See through charades of pantomime
Grow vaccines on earths magnetic field
With a mere thought, distinguish design
Can a god travel faster than light speed
Cross our galaxy, in the blink of an eye
Throw caution to the winds of tomorrow
Leave us dumbstruck for pondering why
Can a god see through endless darkness
Bring a smile to a heartbroken face
Take delusion, and banish it forever
Whisper in a dying ear, your soul is safe
Can a god truly answer all questions
Is it meaningless to pen poems of trial
If a god comforts through your prayers
Who am I, to cast doubt or denial
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Prompt word No7 Zenith 05/12/21
Categories:
zeniths, allegory, allusion, creation, god,
Form:
Rhyme
The frozen senses
The frozen senses, lives again
With a sunshine of hope
Over it, making each pain
Active again, and the fears door ope.
The twinkling dreams which are
Ready for show, the blushing delights
Reluctant, all the years near and far
And all the lows and heights.
Zeniths of glories, ready
To motivate, the disasters of past
Ready to teach, the victories steady,
Failures fast, all are ready to teach at last.
Akash Sangwan
Categories:
zeniths, cry, emotions, inspiration, passion,
Form:
Personification
your left hand was hard, but your right, gracious
putting me in the balance of Love
of which its fulcrum is discipline and respect.
Your weaknesses were classified
just to ensure I see beyond mine
Your chastisement was not without pain
of which its appreciation
is a strong indicator of my gradual maturity.
You always guard the gates of my territory like a Centurion
and fight against all antigens like a warlock.
You taught me how to be complete
and provided the staff and Ass
as I journey across Life and appreciate.
I initially thought of you differently
when you gave me the partially made sandal,
when you refused to help with the air-tight metal box,
when you gave me bone while milk was still my best delicacy
when you laughed at me while I'm confused
and worst of all, stopping Mum to come to my rescue.
I never knew they were task of Life I most needed,
finishing off the sandal made me industrious,
opening the box, made me determined and never relenting,
chewing the annoying bone made me grow up;
your scorn and laughter actually made me decisive
and rescuing myself made me independent.
All these sum up to making me a MAN!
Which makes you my Hero and role model.
Before I was, there was you;
in fact, I am in existence because of you.
I've always clinged unto you as my Life's support
but you allow me make my mistakes
so as to be the best gadget.
Your regulation of Mum's affections
only makes me be an unspoilt egg.
I always increase when you sweat
and your headaches are stepping stones to my zeniths.
You are such an irreplaceable asset
and your love, so refreshing as the evening air.
What more can I say and how else can I show gratitude?
As much as I know, you need none of these,
One thing I must always say is,
I LOVE YOU DAD!
Categories:
zeniths, anniversary, care, dad, father,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A rare Arab and Asian identity which is distinct in topography;
blessed with an excellent human resource in health services;
its heart, destroyed and rebuilt seven different times;
having a name unchanged and sustained to reach historic zeniths;
surviving a number of years more than the number of Brazilian Airports
while its tongue resonates in three different dance moves.
This land historically occupied by over 19 intruders
holds the world book capital and appears in the league
of the most popular shopping destinations globally.
In the global skyscraper of night clubs, sky Bar stays at the top.
The creation of the first boat and the establishment of the first sail
makes the Phoenicians topple Christopher Columbus to reach America.
Down town Beirut raises its flag high above all others
in the building of its law school.
Rooted from its gardens is the creators of Tom and Jerry
and holds the shield of pride as the first constitution driven Arab Nation.
A plug in the large socket of the Arab peninsula
is this land with the highest percentage of Christians in its league;
having a city named after the combined scrolls of the Christ-like religion
and sidon signifying the first miracle center of the Messiah;
with the popular belief of the divine plantations of the cedars.
It is sealed by the several mentions of both land and tree in the holy scriptures.
Even though it is a fortieth of the entire religious empire
its garage gives out a large chunk of the peninsula’s publications.
Unique in its spring, when skiing and swimming are both possible;
possessing fifteen flowing waters, each coming from its own mountainous source;
with four times more compatriots outside its landmark
than within its territorial fence.
Its past time events of the wild fire of civil wars
all ignited by the sparks of inter-religious differences
reflect a large society harbouring eighteen different faith
to form a nation with hidden political and economic influences.
Categories:
zeniths, arabic, community, earth, education,
Form:
Ode
They’ve always been there, unaware
When I felt lonely, lost, longing
For the presence of the light’s caress,
Softly unfolding beyond the azure
Skies, whispering joy over my soul, into
Shimmering that twinkles, above
In the skies and below, in my eyes
They’ve always known me, as a child
Silent and the only one belonging
Beneath their gaze, in the warm haze
Tenderly blowing winds through the oaks,
Between emerald pine’s soft needles,
Inspiring the heart to laugh, breathing in
The dandelion dreams, the whimsical
Seeds dancing through the fields, alive
Like the reflection in the streams…
They’ve always colored my thoughts
In hues of inspiration, stirring awake the
Imagination, the creative urges
Birthing poetry, promises pouring out
Through the thickets, the forests…
Woods filled with underbrush, laurels
Groves so honest and completing
Hope for the quiet victory of a forest
They’ve always known me, the girl
Who loves them, their abiding grace
Sentenced to life in this place…
Where God has been, with His hand,
Painting them glorious, graceful…
Gripping the heart with their intimate
Laughter, winds soothing away the night
With the music of these mountains,
So alive – they always strive
To bring the spirit a sense of peace,
Serenity in this place – blue ridges
God’s show, on display – the way
Between moments when the light
Lets in the music, the soothing
His forever beauty – grace like the newness
Beneath the ancient crests, the stillness
His mystery roused in the elevations
Ridges, zeniths, summits – God’s reach
His peace…
They’ve always been there…
Arising through the sheltering limbs and peaks
Praise God for such strength
This is home to me, home – always home
Categories:
zeniths, appreciation, home, mountains,
Form:
Free verse
snow-topped zeniths rise
iced water softly shuffles…
sky a grumpy shade
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: March 3rd, 2022
H Forms - Traditional Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
zeniths, analogy, metaphor, sky,
Form:
Haiku
Now aubade has gone
and the day has spun its spun
A jolt of twilight wakens
the nothingness to come
No more rises or zeniths
no future for the sun
only the shocking truth of knowing
When life’s done it’s done
For death can never be destroyed or undone
Hollowed out inside, oblivion’s rotten void
Permanence beset with no upside
But the twilight jolts again
A curve appears across night’s end
a qualm of uncertainty, another bend
If not the sun
If not the son
None becomes more than the sum
A doubt has arisen through death’s prism
I feel… I feel…
Damn I feel so close
Just like in life… I’m somewhere… almost!
Categories:
zeniths, death, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Alluring Brightness Connects Darkened Earth: Fully, Gravity Heeds Illumination’s Jihad… Kilometers Lengthen, Mankind Notices Observable Places, Quarks, Rotations; Sunsets Thrill, United Valiantly; Watching Xanadu’s Yellow Zeniths.
© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Nature’s Bounty ABC Form
Sponsored by: john freeman
Categories:
zeniths, faith, nature,
Form:
ABC
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia.
Its solemn swaying into this world isn't a fall,
From the ever-season-shifting earth, it's a call;
Yearning, seeking, searching for liberty within,
Cut from the umbilical code of fear; to win;
Flying, floating, freezing, fizzing, fleeing, freeing,
To go beyond settled foundations, far-seeing...!
The autumn leaf though happy with the gaudy ground,
Does it stay on, as a household slave, freedom bound?
Crawling, creeping, moving, merrying, flying far;
Movement, like the time, the leaf says, has no time bar;
Sometimes slow; sometimes fast; sometimes in mild tempo,
Often, it moves in breeze-race-bustle-like fair flow...!
Does the autumn leaf feel anger against the tree,
That cut it from his sap-filled trunk and let it flee?
Is it disgusted at the grim weather around,
Or the zeitgeist, for his existence, not so sound?
Does it feel frightened of the thistly bristly thorns,
That would pierce its heart and would yearn to hear its mourns...?
The leaf has made the act of flying its mission,
To link with leaves of the same vision ignition;
Flying beyond all feelings of joy and sadness,
Puzzles and riddles and reach zeniths of gladness;
As it knows this would be the only given chance,
Before it reaches its psycho-physical trance...!
Isn't an autumn leaf like a thirsty human soul,
That has taken its flight from the absolute whole?
Moving, merging, shifting, stirring midst silent stroll,
Comprehending incomprehensible bliss pole!
Pushed, pulled, torn, flown, thrown into many a chuckhole,
Attains, ultimately, its unending sole goal...!
23 December 2022
Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Rhymes Checked in Rhyme Zone
Syllable Checked in How Many Syllables
Categories:
zeniths, autumn, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Are Bullets Coded Death Especially For Greed?
How Insane.
Justice Knows Liars Manage Nations Often, Period.
Quite Ranbunctious Soldiers Terrorize Upstarts.
Villains.
Weak.
Xenophobes; Yearning Zeniths.
Categories:
zeniths, social,
Form:
Alternating with awe and amazement
Belief breathes blessings, brilliant and bright
Calming, creative and colorful – so calm
Dreaming of dainty, delicate delights
Endlessly eager to eliminate evil
Friendly and full of feelings so faithful
Graceful, giving, glorifying God
Hopeful, heartening, a happy heart
Inspiring imaginations and insights
Joyfully jabbering with jaded jests
Keeping kindness with a keener kaleidoscope
Loving, living, laughing, lighting lives
Making music, melodies to make merry
Noels, nativities and needs being nurtured
Open odes and olive branches offered
Promises of peace, prosperity and praise
Quiet and quaint quotes on queries
Reflections and reminders of rare rhymes
Silent sounds, silvery and soft
Truths and talents tempting all to be thankful
Ultimately, using those in unbelievable unions
Visiting vibrant thoughts on velvety vistas
Wise and warm, welcoming worthy souls
Xerically xenogeny brought to xerophilous
Younger in years than in yawning yarns
Zestful zealots who live in heart zeniths
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
POEM TYPE: Abecedarian
2. angel
December 8, 2021
Categories:
zeniths, angel,
Form:
Abecedarian
Anecdotes all arousing my head
breathless begging to be your best
carefully caressing your caramel skin
ditching the deep ditches of dolor
enveloping the ever-present eerie aura
faithfully faking the smile on my face
glamorizing the greatness of giving
helping the halos of doubt in my head
idolizing your individuality and independence
joking about jumbled thoughts creating a jittery feeling
kites of your kindness kindling a wind
loving every little thing you do
memorizing the many lines on your memorable face
not caring about nefarious nettles that pierce me
ornating odysseys of our past
picturing a perfect picture of us play
questioning why I ever had quixotic questions
rising ricochets of rampant tears
setting sails of the ship of our love
touching thoughts twisting in the air
utilizing every unexpected moment we have together
vacillating the value of valor
wandering eyes over the warm waters of your eyes
xenial relationships and the feel of your xilinous skin
yearning for the youngblood of yesterday
zoning into zeniths of zeal
Categories:
zeniths, love,
Form:
Abecedarian