Coronet Poems | Examples

fall is a reminder

Fluffy tailed rodents chasing rings around trees
Cool air, bringing a realism with harsh new breeze
Leaves redressed in yellows, oranges, golds and reds.
Nothing but brown ugly things in my flower beds.

Autumn is here, tooting her coronet about winter.
The wood on the porch is rotten, the edge has splintered.
Jackets and sweaters are searched for, I discover my old blue.
Mittens are almost never a match, you find one, but not two.

Fall is a reminder that the world is tensing up for snow.
Frost and sleet, ice on the roads, hope you do not have far to go.
I scrunch down in my chair surrounded by fluffy fleece.
Eating warm foods like potatoes with gravy made with grease.

Fools Buy the Glitter

 Faith’s coronet trumpets my quest every day
   searching the skies and the soul for a way
 through ubiquitous mire, muck and mud
   dodging arrows, bullets drones and Scuds

 Persistence is its own reward, they say
   though I can’t cook it, drive it, or put it to bed
 Money is better than conversation
   all those words that didn’t need to be said

 Fools buy the glitter, wise men the gold
   the world doesn’t stop ‘cos I’ve gotten old
 More and more news and useless inventions
   from folks with mostly good intentions… 

 Another generation now come and gone
   failing once more to right all the wrongs
 of a world that barely blinked at their presence
   whose winds wailed, then whispered ‘evanescence’

Nine Shorts - Hana, Dul, Set

Crabs
Small feet pounding the pebbled path,
Desperate to escape
From imminent danger.
Eight legs and two claws
Advance in their thousands
Upon their prey; the child.
Refuge is sought in an adult's arms,
High up and away from
The frightful crustacean march.


Roman
Crimson red and blinding gold
Balanced upon ber small head.
Blonde hair cascades from beneath
In trestles of tight curls.
She leads her troops around ancient streets,
With a smile as bright as the rays
Of the almighty Sol's coronet.
Her lips uttered words of old
That soon resigned to memory.



Hong Kong
The humidity of warm daytime
Gives way to icy harbor air of nighttime.
Man-made neon dances on the water's surface
While natural moonlight seems to target her,
Illuminates her.
Tsim Sha Tsui's streets are hectic,
But its back alleys provide shelter,
And shaved ice with its sweet, milky taste,
Melts on her tired tongue.

Radiance of Sunset

It was time for day to bid adieu to the setting sun,
when tangerine hues blend with those of pale pink.
Not to miss the titian glow, I was afraid to blink,
now that the ebbing of twilight had finally begun.

Slowly, it descended below the horizon's edge,
a sanguine orb drowning in a cobalt blue sea.
Sunset is such an enchanting pleasure for me,
as sunlight disappears behind the cliff's ledge.

During the begetting of night, my mind was at play
with thoughts of writing of a moment I won’t forget
and of the crowning halo of light of the sun's coronet.
The one it offers to the moon at the end of each day.

Cascades of pastel colors stretched across the skies.
My shadow grew longer as the sun bid me 'farewell.'
I watched a last flicker of light dip in an ocean swell.
A radiant canvas loomed before my awestruck eyes.

The grand finale' of this prismatic pageantry, I lauded,
as this lustrous sunset slowly slipped away from me,
waved goodbye and sank into the depths of the sea.
Another sunset made its exit.  I stood and applauded.

Morte Corona

Running from
the voice of my conscience …
who’s deceiving who
Guilt ridden fear
embedded too dear
one and one still two
Trying to change
what’s inherent
my thoughts both twist and bend
With words falling deaf
death’s coronet
—judgment reprehends

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)

Aloha My Friend

*Image of Lewis Milton Hankins

aloha my friend
a bevy of doves
laurels wrestle a whirlwind
fair plumes coronet
                        ~"The Last Token"~03/22/21 
 
weasels and foxes
snow tracks charging the blizzard
freshness soothes the wit
                         ~"On Bullying"~12/08/22 

sun setting a scene
evening stages curtain calls
a hall full of stars
                         ~"Forever in My Heart"~09/03/22 

*Narrowing the involvement of his generous enlightenment, even as much as spotlighting these chosen few, I rested upon his constant hope, that 'Their Heart Are Truly Forever'~~Aloha, Milt & Deb, my friends...

2023 January 03
*1st Place*
In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2023 January 16

*HMS.

Exposure

Abreast in tank top

Seeds deflower battle myths

Red lace lingerie

Under shadow of turret

Flowing combat above doubt


Garland of poppies

Sword unsheathed for wild conquest

Guns orange roses

Heavy metal for comfort

White flag intimate cover


Make love and not war

Coronet for a bouquet

Tiara of peace

Sweet surrender in motion

Wreaths for a renegade cause


18th February 2020

Contest Let the Pens Flow Tanka Poetry

Sponsored by Jenish Somadas

Syllables checked howmanysyllable.com


Traditionally a tanka does not have a title, but I have to give one to submit the 

poem. I hope that Exposure enhances more than it may distract.

Eyes

Saša Milivojev - EYES

 

In the eyes it is seen

Innocence to tuck you in

To bind you with wire

By peeling off the scales, to consume the soul

To make a coronet of straws

For the eyes that nail the words

Like stakes

To the heart’s silk membrane

The eyes’ shine tells

How lonely they are

How dreamy they are

For a touch

A fleeting touch

 

 

Saša Milivojev

www.sasamilivojev.com

68 Coronet

A 68 Coronet
	in canary yellow
white vinyl top
	440 mag inside

a four pack on top
	an auto shift
60 in 10
	in black smoke

room for five
	and all their bags
12 to the mile
	but 32 cents

so long ago
	lost in time
once it was
	in my youth

Diamond Rain

Gently they fell all the ebony night,
Sparkling in the heavenly starlight;
A rare treasure from such great height,
And shining far beyond the limelight!

For diamonds fell from last eve's sunset,
As nightbirds began the love duet;
When angels descended, passion coronet!
Such a joyful rain, that was not wet!

They lay glistening on green grass,
Awaiting the wonder of any who'd pass,
And night blooms clustered all en masse,
On the sun's outskirts, where dreams mass.

Fever and chills from the fire and ice,
Excite those who've paid love's price;
Angels precious, valued and  nice,
Sent in this miracle from paradise!

Holy night, from twilight's advent,
And filled with each wafting scent,
Such riches surely heaven's fragment,
Nature's exclamation and God's comment!

Look What I Found

While doing some exploring I found in a cave a
Magic carpet.
He only gets to fly through the sky
After sunset
That way no one will see his silhouette.
He glides through the rain to clean and beautify.
While doing some exploring I found in a cave a
Magic carpet.
Please, I need your help to deliver this magic 
Amulet
To a princess who lives on a mountain where
The clouds circle It's that high.
We'll leave after sunset.
The princess has to have this before she can
Get her coronet.
It's a long story so I'll tell you as we fly.
While doing some exploring I found in a cave a 
Magic carpet
Don't fret.
What could go awry?
We left after sunset.
Now we get
To have revenge on this really bad wizard guy.
While doing some exploring I found in a cave a
Magic carpet
Who couldn't go out except after sunset.

Horses

HORSES

Knight of a famous land wanted a best horse for warfare
To buy, along with loyal consul, he landed in horse-fair
Many were on display, but one superior struck his sight
Bay coat, brown muzzle, coronet, fetlock in legs white
Measured from the withers , stood robust long and wide
Gaskin, Stifle, hock in hind legs strong for an enduring ride
Masculine back and powerhouse profound in the croup
This equine for sure would stand elegant in the troop
Perfect shock absorbing frog placed beneath the hoof
Poll on head positioned right to flex the bit sans any goof
Bouncy forelock ,mane and tail swayed with its gallop and gait
Finding place in Knight’s finest stable, its prestige did elevate
Love was in the air when its eyes located a lovely white mare
Mare was quick to catch the love cues from this special horse there!!

20th October 2016
For contest-Horses by Shadow Hamilton

Horses

A horse that runs wild and free
 Enjoys freedom with each stride
    No saddle on his withers be
 No grazing muzzle as a guide
    No headpiece on his poll abides

    His fetlock and his coronet feel the tickle of the grass
  As his forelock ruffles in the breeze
   No horseshoe on his hoof amass
 With the wind he trots with ease
    His gaskin flexes to run at his decree

     His frog feels the soft earth as he stands
 his coat feels the soothing rain
  Unbridled by the bit's demand
 His neighs echo through the plains
   Upon these green fields, he reigns

     His stifle and his hock aches once in awhile
 But a good gallop 'neath the dome
    of sky, brings him back in form and style
 No crupper on his croup as he roams
     For this horse calls freedom home.
                     ~~~
    10/4/16
 *The crupper is the strap that runs from the horse's dock, over the croup, to the saddle.

Horses

I named her Chestnut, color of her coat,
and love to hold her muzzle near my cheek,
then run my hand from poll through forelock tuft
down withers over croup...such grand physique.

But now concerned about her rear leg limp;
a problem with her stifle, gaskin, hock?
Or lower...coronet band on her hoof;
perhaps a stone in frog or sprained fetlock.

Inspection of back hoof showed small heel crack
most likely due to horseshoe mal-aligned.
With pat on back, I walk her to the barn
and waste no time...a farrier must find.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Horses
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 10/30/2016

Required words to use: 
muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll, 
croup, gaskin, frog, hoof, coronet.

My Mind's Eye

It is right to find ourselves
in wonderment before the glories
of the earth, before every valley
of the sky disclosing lush reward
to jaded sight; it is silent grace.
It is even more  right to wonder
at the life we are given in every
conscious moment now disclosed to us.

It cedes a second breath
to bind our sleep beneath
a second consciousness that opens
to a breathless eye, a gasping
of the heart.  This is the one
that can be mustered only by,
"Depart from me.
I am a sinful man."

This is the conclusion 
of the wise one.  
This is the coronet his
counterpart may wear.
It is the only soothing balm
that they may finally prepare,
the singular gift of awe. 

That is the gentle voice
that puts the hurricane to shame.
It is a sight to render sense
a senseless aid, an understanding
in despair, a ray of light
beyond reality.  It is
our hope of heaven 
beyond the knee of penitence,
the glorious whirl of now
when words and thoughts are helpless,
crumble in another cast of irony,
and fall away.
      ~

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