A massive iron cage, brick,
sand and cement, rising
to become a home of human happiness
Hail, hail, concrete father
Hail, hail, the high-rise
A nest for human dreams
Those who are building
my house, I wonder,
where is their home
I have arranged it beneath the clouds,
a canopy of rain, would someone
come to be the bride and groom
A night by the swimming pool
beneath the water, blue
lights
A round of bickering first thing in the morning,
then all day long, thinking
about married life
At the very top of a secluded balcony
blooming
dahlias and chrysanthemums
Caught
in a spider's web
a shiuli flower
Tom and Jerry
Popeye the Sailor
ha ha ha
Tender hands
the racing wishes
of coloured pencils
There is love
There is no love
Love
In another life
perhaps, yellow
wildflowers
A cat and a pigeon
in between
me
It rained in the afternoon
the evening
feels beautiful
A gopuram
magnificent
the Dravidian land
Fallen leaves, fallen feathers,
their new moons
and full moons
The day drifts away
there is no shore
nor is there a boat
Tall pillars rise in quiet, holy grace,
And catch the golden shafts of dying day,
A green and hidden, ancient resting place,
Where busy winds and shadows softly play.
The leaves breathe out a sweet and earthy sigh,
Far from the rush of world and hurried sky.
soft dawn awakens forest air
the hush of morning everywhere
old pines remember what we’ve lost
roots hold truths untouched by the frost
above them, plants grow in splendor
what we’ve lost old pines remember
the river hums its ancient tune
a silver thread beneath the moon
silent songs come from silver tongues
its ancient tune the river hums
beneath, the melody prolongs
from silver tongues come silent songs
bush and heath, give a cooling sheath
the melody prolongs, beneath
through shifting light on leaf and bough
the earth still keeps its patient vow
Written: January 5th, 2026, for contest sponsored by Constance la France
Quote: "Nature heals and teaches patience and simplicity, inviting us to find amazement, strength, and calm in the wild. by Poet"
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After the peace of dawn—after the sigh of the forest.
A delicate moose pirouettes amid lush foliage,
Hidden roots twist and turn, a wild life force—
Reaching into the planet's very core.
The branches of the canopy sway and stretch,
Twigs become tangled, erratic, and intense—
Strong and bright, it moves toward the clouds.
Here, the wide wind swings and wanders.
Within the forest dwell big and little creatures,
Glowing, fragrant smoke rises from the woods.
A variety of species with unusual wings—
They settled under the ancient oak trees.
When images of distant hills
turn more solemn, still and strange,
and all nature seems prognostic
of some dark and more deadly change.
In a star-filled midnight Heaven,
brooding and full of new-born thought
the patient poet stands watching
by whom liberation is brought.
Under trees all clothed in silver,
near the houses touched with white,
as chilly Winter kisses Earth
beneath the canopy of night –
He must bow in silent homage
to the pallid and pensive train
of stars that shine down such glory
on this wintery spirit’s reign.
Written: July 06, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
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My path was unkempt, with cracked and bent signs
The once-azure sky turned gray, and my muse faded
Cursed seraphs hovered under lifeless skies, weeping.
In the mahonia mist of nestled truths and lost couplets in periwinkle poetry
I shoved in a cacophonous frenzy, confused—
Vade mecum was fetid with an epiphany of deceit
Silence echoed dread, and each scab was a guess
Iridescent smears of fervent deceit,
and Cupid's canopy engulfed the cetacean sonnets
A mocking wind bade shattering moans,
having learned to flaunt their tethered words
With my russet roots, I'm not a flashy flower,
but, I felt awful pain from distant love acronyms.
What if the cloudburst refrain bears no scars?
Or phosphene verses adorned with blue poppies,
might leave glowing traces on midnight shores?
I walked for miles to find that starting stanza.
Yet, despite such raucous, cataclysmic pain,
An earthquake faltered the stratus sky—
Not all who veer from the path must shatter
Obsessed, some must comply with the jostle of life.
One of my favorite places to be
is my bench swing with a canopy
I swing and float in the air
Problems don't exist, they are no-where
My swing, faces the backyard and beyond
Sometimes rain puddles in the field, a pond
A train of clouds often travel the open sky
I lift my feet, while I watch them go by
The birds sing all around me
Motion leaves me calm effortlessly
I could easily stay as time ticks by,
consumed by peace, oh my!
Heidi Sands
5/18/25
(C)opyright
Sparkling behind your smeyes
Unmined orange diamond lies
Burning in opulent grace
Ashes left; in them hearts I trace
Is that a glint in your eyes?
You do know they're absolute fire?
I'm an insect, drawn to my funeral pyre.
There's much joy in being burned by their love.
They are only eloquence; wordless yet articulate
Raking the colors to set a blaze of autumn's fantasy
I'm leaving with a gaze from the perfect canopy.
glittering fireflies
chirruped a passionate verse
as I waited for
beloved with trembling heart
under canopy of stars
"Autumn knows a mother's heart.
It gives and then lets go."~ Angie Weiland-Crosby
How proudly she stood, surmounting the tallest hill,
a blazing maple tree whose limbs spread far and wide.
In Summer, her green leaves swayed upon soft breezes,
but Autumn painted them shades of crimson and rust.
A burnished canopy, gilded by golden rays of the sun.
Ruffled by an errant wind, each leaf danced like a flame
before her limbs were barren, left in a state of malaise.
The stinging of the season's first frost caused her to weep.
Gnarled were her empty branches, as she stood weeping.
She was bereft and grieving as if she'd lost her children.
Maple held deep loathing for the changes of this season,
when leaves withered and the world was gloomy brown.
She endured Fall and Winter's snow by dreaming of Spring
when again she would glow on the summit of the tallest hill.
Pleased with her budding foliage and a newborn sapling,
she'd be dressed in green finery, where songbirds would nest.
A colorful breeze of falling leaves
Under the canopy of tall trees
The sky is clear and picturesque
Unusually beautiful blue blessed
Making lovers of fall so happy
Now embracing autumn laughing
Poem on Sloth and Nature
Throws itself around on its tail,
Trees wrapped between its globe,
Shallow pools reflect in repeat
It’s all it sees now,
Dried up meadows,
During the summer rays,
The trees cool off,
Humid air rises on,
Delicate branches,
Made just for itself,
To wrap around,
And hang upside down,
Its world is all that it sees,
The trees between each other,
Leaving no far space in between,
Its world, the one, it is able to grasp.
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
“Light pervades us. It wants to embrace us. Gloom is its barricade.”
- Quote_by poet
In the hope of this light I walk,
I'm not held by the night of yesterday,
Neither am I saddled by the tempest of my mind,
I'm sheltered from the gloom that portraits the day.
I'll go through the door that this light reveals,
I'll sojourn on the path that it illuminates,
Hope wells within me,
Courage flows from my chamber.
Nature’s light filters through my gloom,
Mirth pervades my room,
I look into the mirror with open eyes,
Faith wrestles fear.
Away from the darkness of yesterday,
Into the light of today,
I can see through the veil,
I'm not edged in by shadows.
November 19, 2023.
“Words speak volumes”
even the few, or the one
when chosen wisely –
let us not confound
quality with quantity –
like an honest kiss
on a barren cheek
at the right time
trumps a deluge of
well rehearsed slobbering –
greening trees
blossoming meadows
we share with all
Nature bold and
brilliant, scented
fondness,
breathe in and out
exhaling blessed
necessity –
taking selflessly
from one another
enfolded, raptured
within a canopy
of Divine Light –
Springtime crystal chill
harmony with nature's
eyes on champagne skies
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