Best Romantic Poem 12/13/24
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Perfumed Romantic Bower
Twilight calls me with a soft amber light,
Into delicate scents of memory,
To a fragile bower of fragrant nights
Your saffron smile, a perfumed mystery.
Through gossamer hues of incense demur,
Fantasies flutter like silken moonbeams,
When we sip the honeyed nectar of myrrh,
And savor sweet spices in whispered dreams.
Scents of tuberose merge with star jasmine,
Draw us into this garden’s scented glen
Where the pulsing of bluebellvines entreat
Enchantment from your flute song sung again.
Love’s dulcet scent of ambrosia transcends
Our perfumed garden, harmony ascends.
It's a place where love is abound
and mutant cuddling can be found
Oversized flowers function as pods
to 'make more mutants' is given the nod
Nightcrawler took offense more than maybe
even as he was shown a stock full of babies
Oh the pairings flowed like a shower
at this sweet place known as the Bower
Revered old lady, tell me a story about a time that you knew
Something borrowed, something old, something blue.
A time hidden under waters deep.
A village drowned, tasted when waters retreat.
Those waters on which innovation danced, saving a nation from an enemies advance,
Of sacrifices made
Now let me tell you a story about how freedom is played.
Monsoon season is sneaking out into our weather.
Birds and insects are rushing to their bower.
But Suddenly,
Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves and said:
Everyone come along for the shower
Let's dance together amidst the flower
and devour Nature's power,
whilst these tiny droplets descend the river.
All had lots of fun with pleasure.
18-4-2020
~DEEPA~
Second place in Silent One's contest.:-)
Note:The line "Breezing trees heard the whispers of
leaves" is from the poem, The last goodbye
by Vijay Pandit.
Theme-*Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet
- Vijay Pandit Poetry Contest*
Here lies Penelope Bower
Born by blood and water – like us all.
Then she died that way too – from a fall
while taking a bloody shower.
April 13, 2019
for Jesse Rowe's An Epitaph To Make Us Laugh 2 Poetry Contest
Am sure it was a competition
To see who could wake the humans
The cockatoos started the show
With their flamboyant flight
And ruckus callings
joined by the mad galahs
Their screeching an radical swerving
The crow just looked on
Its bland call to high and mighty
For this sight
The kookaburras started to laugh
In a family group
An in joke am sure
Nothing like the king of the bush
Laughing at Queen Mary falls
The king parrots flew through the scene
In silent flight
As the bower birds jumped round
Making car alarm sounds
In came the rosellas
With a little peep
Then on to their tree
To wait patiently for a feed
This all took ten minutes
I look on in discuss
And then back at my bed
Where I should still be
Resting my head
I had a hole in my pocket, and lost my golden ring.
It wasn't much to many,
but to me, meant everything.
So the moment you came and wandered,
my path with all your treasure.
I made thief's solemn vow to plunder,
and take you for my pleasure.
I stole away your broach of pearls,
I stole away your rare flower.
With fiery hair, cloaked in curls,
took your purple virgin's bower.
I stole away your today, and yesterdays,
and all of your tomorrows...
But truth be told, I must confess,
I never meant you sorrow.
And at last when your eye was averted,
and thought you had nothing left to part.
All hope, now long deserted.
I stole away your heart.
I took you away from your sisters cheated,
and from your little brother,
All your desires and dreams I secreted.
to never belong to another.
Yet somehow through all the days,
you loved me for my thieving ways.
If I could turn back time, and leave you free,
would you take it all back..
willingly?
I lay amidst scenes of deepest gloom,
beneath the garden's bower blooms.
Listening to the wind and rhythm of the rain,
weeping grief, my soul in pain.
The darkness deepens,
covering meadows, darker still the woodlands.
Gone the twinkling starry skies,
thunder drowns my soul-sick cries.
Wounded, weary
Sheltered in my fragile sanctuary.
The woeful heart sings,
the torments that life brings.
My heart has no desire to stay,
when my heart's desire has flown away.
I come to the garden alone now,
beneath the bower, our lover's vow.
06/29/2017
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Best rhyming poem May-July 2017 - Poetry Contest
Petals as accordion folds swell
Flowers leap from each, bulbous shell
Soft pastels brim on hill, in dale
Of blithe spring bachanalia fortell
Bees, butterflies breathe succulent smell
To waiting nests, hives tidings braille
Around perimeter, birds twigs, grass bale
Thatching the twines to kindred scale
Under nests, in mating dances flop, flail
Masculine birds strut in bland coats of mail
Feminine birds in bright dresses chivalry hail
Lads, lasses swoon under libidinous spell
Love's sweet nectar their holy grail
From barn to field, musty odors sweet scents trail
Frothy libations stream from every, tapped well
Tower
Power
Flower
Bower
From the great tall tower, power gift
To see lovely flower bower swift
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