Wish I was the cold, ethereal breeze, that could calm everyone....
An exquisite zephyr a child craves for, peeping from the classroom window...
Zealous enough to light a tiny girl’s heart,
Descending from the zenith to the deep, silent seas.
Rising from the ever-widening ocean,
Weaving through trembling trees.....
And slipping into every unreachable corner of the world... Carrying the soft whisper of forgotten lands,
Brushing away the heat of heavy minds... Matched with the bold thunder, I’d be a timid rain-sneeze...
Wish I was that cold, ethereal breeze ...
As I slip into the void of this endless black,
Stardust ignites the darkest night sky,
And though I want to I cannot ever go back,
To where our love once learned to fly.
Love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream,
While amongst the stardust fly birds
escaping farther upstream.
How could I have not seen
Your acidic tongue drips venom slow,
Your kiss concealed the poison between,
It all was lost within the glow.
Now I yearn for eternal rest
Amongst the stars and stardust,
My heart has ceased to beat in my chest,
While leaving you is still the hardest.
Evening breeze entices mortal souls,
Tangled dreams drifting amidst stars.
Harmonized vocals whispering with promise,
Elated to bask under heaven's dome,
Reincarnate bold ideals that strive to flourish.
Exhaling goodwill at every beat.
Audible gasps at the strike of midnight
Laden with hope for humankind.
AP: 1st place 2026
elegant dancer
serene and ethereal
~ ceremonious
AP: 3rd place 2026
Proud and Ethereal
It is impossible to illustrate to you
It is impossible, no chance to live with you
No, the remembrance can’t live without you
Distance, wide, so far unattainable life with you
Hmm. You love this painful situation. Love it you
Get it, eat it, drink it! Enjoy it! You. An ethereal proud
Cruel and Ethereal. Sometimes, all the time, you are a mind
Yes, on mine. All are time. Hmm. This is the gift of my pure love
This is the gift to my yearning heart,
but I feel I recognize my coming past
Coming past. Departed, arriving. Comes. The cruel gift to a yearning heart
I don’t blame you. Don’t. Never. My heart prays to you and sings only to you
I want to lose this heart. It wants and needs you. Suffering creator. Ethereal Cruel
Our love—a tattered tapestry in twilight torn,
Blood-stained vows, I ne’er should have sworn.
Yet still, I grasp the ghost of hope long dead,
Whilst my heart lies trapped in love’s unraveling thread.
Our past—a patchwork of promises loosely sewn,
A mosaic of miseries, lies I shouldst have known.
Colors once radiant now washed and bled,
As sorrow’s heavy tears soak each tender thread.
Our vows—etched upon withered parchment thin,
Sealed my fate with sorrow’s sanguine pen.
With futile needle I sought to mend,
The pale, torn veil of love’s forsaken end.
Our souls—once spun upon seraphim loom,
Star-crossed lovers ‘neath empyrean moon.
As fate’s spindle spins tenebrous threads taut and thin,
O’ how I yearn to weave us whole again.
But thou—unwind the tethered twine,
That once bound thy haunted heart to mine.
Where art thou now my false Valentine?
Lost in the warp where truth and treachery entwine.
And though thou hast sundered our seams apart,
Thy name shall ever remain stitched in mine heart.
—Edward
Something about us I want nothing to change
I have nothing to give, yet you stay.
You told me im pretty
Now, i think I'm pretty too.
You told me im fun to be around
And now i think so too.
There are a lot of things that trouble me
And now i stand before it with you.
I don't know when we met for the first.
I don't know how we became best friends.
I don't know how this friendship turned into,
something so beautiful.
Something about us i want nothing to change
You have nothing to give, yet i stay.
As the ethereal guitar mesmerises
My soul responds
As if I dipped into a melodic bath
Of perfectly curated
Lovingly tempered
Heart massaging
Candle flickering
Water
A fragrant tune invades
My nostrils
Flaring as the warm
Moistened air tumbles by
The world merges into
Perfection
Harmony
Stirring
The resonance
Of childhood memory
Percolating through the mist
As sliding strings
Caress my ears
My mind drifting
Towards that past
Safer place
Yet this mesmerising medication
This tuneful tumult quelling
Perfect prescription
Is deeply welcome
Somewhere in my gut
My true being
Soothed as we surrender
To this soulful sabbath
May you never grow old
At the joyful table
Where your soul dines
Hear the whispers
Of the small pleasures
Taste the fermented flavours
Of the ordinary delights
Using all your available senses
When the music plays
To transport you
Run to catch the moment
Soak in the vapour
Embibe the elixir
Breathe it all in deeply
Holding in gratitude
Each heavenly moment
after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (also sometimes called “Daffodils”) by William Wordsworth
I wandered weightless as a feather,
a muted plume from mourning dove.
A tuft afloat in breezy weather
connected now to skies above;
as long as winds will carry me
from over fields and out to sea.
My glad esprit more free than birds,
detached from mortal needs I fly,
where spirits long to share their words
among the songs in clouds, I sigh...
for Earth was never this composed,
this high I travel unopposed.
Oh cumulus, a meadow white,
I feel at home atop your waves
illuminant, in purest light.
Mid savored heights my mem’ry saves
inertia of the clover green
and shiver of the water’s sheen.
Such riches now I do enjoy
in solitude away from fray.
I'm free from living once so coy;
in spirits’ realm I long to stay,
for then, myself I will fulfill
with gild as gold as daffodil.
I
refuse
to comply
with contests whose
requirements are nigh
impossible, amuse
the contest-setter with my
inadequate and bound-to-lose
creations. An old-school kind of guy,
I hold outmoded, prehistoric views:
am frankly somewhat disinclined to vie
with writers who (I’ll be blunt) abuse
the edicts handed from on high,
namely, poets pay their dues
(so call me due-or-die),
not with modern ruse,
but rather by
songs whose blues
defy
cues.
You taste as if twilight were—
lavender swirling like smoke from the earth
licorice lingering with the full moon’s soft pull
a sweetness both dark and divine.
Your skin sparkles with starlight
electric and soft as moth wings.
We sip the pink sky
lemonade lakes cascade through our fingers
time unspools between our hands
while the past drinks from our open palms.
The air crackles with floating florets
each breath a promise, unspoken but heard.
If love were a color it'd be you—
violet and velvet
honey and slow-mountain dew
the universe holds its breath;
galaxies halt their ancient waltz
as they struggle to name us.
And if forever had a flavor
it would stain my tongue—
sweet, dark, endless—
a love so vast
even creation forgets what came before it.
We are the first poem ever written
and the last song left unsung
our love the verse that never fades—
Just like lavender licorice and lemonade lakes.
Ethe-real, looking at what is more.? Quantifiable mass
There is much more space than can be measured or
Weighed..Millenia.? Who has lived one Methusela almost'
And so some of humanity tries, to take the reigns of power
Yet all things belong to God.' Seen and unseen, strong or
Weak.'
Warm my heart touch the sky
Sail beneath these stars by and by
Winds carry my spirit see
Shaped clouded memory
Sail uncharted sextant
Steer from journey’s door
Upon a whispering memorial
Once evermore
Spirit soar whispered tale
Deliver mentioned set sail
Leave this season for yet anew
Carry this treasure ado
To You !
an
enigmatic
esoteric
experimental
process
with
innate
distilled
satisfaction
intricate
tangents
of chaotic
immediacy
ennounced
an
essence
of
abstract
phenomena
of vagueness
In
an open-ended
happening
of concepts
& fragments
in perplexing
characterisation
Silver orbs of night dissolve in radiant beams,
Ethereal symphonies surrender to thy gentle dreams.
Clouds, parched with passion, dissolve in sapphire skies,
My life's tumultuous sea subsides in thine enchanting eyes.
Art thou a celestial zephyr or lotus of divine hue?
Thou illuminest the guiding stars of my heart anew.
Is this a chromatic vision or karma's sweet design?
Thou hast filled my soul with love's ambrosial wine.
Silver orbs of night dissolve in radiant beams,
Ethereal symphonies surrender to thy gentle dreams.
Are thou a Phoebus-like deity or gilded sculpture divine?
If thy alabaster fingers bloomed as roseate vines,
If thy honeyed voice resounded from a golden, shimmering shrine,
If I awoke as a melodic whisper, sublime and swell,
Silver orbs of night dissolve in radiant beams,
Ethereal symphonies surrender to thy gentle dreams.
Clouds, parched with passion, dissolve in sapphire skies,
My life's tumultuous sea subsides in thine enchanting eyes.
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