Long Anacreontic verse Poems
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(Anacreontic Verse)
My color is white -
white like a dove
seeking peace.
A second color
flutters near me.
It’s the yellow
of a canary
that sings in the sun.
Basking in light,
it’s looking for fun.
Your color is red -
red like a fire,
a fire that crackles
and sometimes explodes.
The cool hue of blue
is following you -
cool like the sea.
Sometimes your blue
swallows the red
before you are
wholly consumed.
You can’t understand
the colors I am
though yours I try hard
to comprehend.
Burn with your red,
but I’ll softly coo.
Then cry your blue tears.
In the sunshine
I will keep singing.
This poem is based on a personality test (used by professionals) called The Hartman Color Code. We are born with a personality, which according to the man who devised this test, can draw certain people to us. In the case of my marriage, it was "opposites attract." To know more about this test, see the "more about" box above.
(Anacreontic Verse)
He smiles and he
reaches for me
I slide my hand
into his cold one
and he lifts it
to his lips
beautiful dead lips
we are lost
in our universe
and we drift
his sweet kiss
like no other
I am floating
then it is over
and he fades away
I am weeping
it is a dream
a breeze touches me
it is dark here
at his tomb
in memory of
my beloved
engraved in stone
something glitters
and I move closer
a perfect rose
wet with tears
his dead tears
I kiss the petals
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October 26, 2015
Poetry/Lyric/Anacreontic/'Beloved'
Copyright Protected, ID 15-721-445-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Anacreontic Verse 1,
sponsor, Edward Ebbs
Second Place
As if she stretched
both sides of her smile
in pizzicato,
then lets go...
Each note ascends,
circles her head
like a halo.
Cascading strings
send shivers through clouds.
‘Nine’ giggles —
the proverbial
cumulus-
humulus.
The harpist angel
weaves her fingers
in ancient frolic.
The instrument,
rocks like a baby
in her mother’s arms,
with wings upright.
Tight like friends,
bound to serve,
their souls are one.
The shalom of
solitude
and harmony,
sympathetic
vibrations,
and God’s love.
4/13/2021
Anacreontic Verse
Sponsor: Silent One
Each line 3-5 syllables
29 lines
Anacreontic Verse
With canvas primed
and brush in hand
I stroked on colors
that were not bland.
A shade of blue
like my love's eyes.
His woolen coat,
I painted red,
the one he wore
when he left the note.
It told me
what he left unsaid.
He wrote to me,
"I am sorry
if I hurt you but
this is goodbye."
What a coward!
I didn't cry.
Instead,
I painted
his body yellow.
What kind of fellow
ends it like that?
Painting finished
and sent to his house.
The note attached read,
"This canvas
is for you.
I call it
'Painting of a Louse'."
January 2nd, 2016
Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
April Showers (Anacreontic Verse)
Putting the blame
on global warming
winter felt the pinch
rain was scarce
and spring arrived
lamenting its luck
unable to twirl
in habitual gown
of green satin
shyly tiptoeing
keeping a low
profile, feeling blue;
the wind intervened
encouraged her
with soothing words
to wait patiently;
providentially
dark clouds came
unexpectedly
and April showers
quenched thirsting soil;
spring breathed
in relief, able
to look ahead
unashamedly
in the knowledge
that May would
come, parading
delightful flowers
in abundance!
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Contest: Anacreontic Verse 3
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Placed 3rd
Anacreontic Verse
With evenings pause
of feathered red
the night will fall
upon our hearts
to dance in moon light
with shadowed spells
where tender mouths
merge and form
to dance away
with fingers held
where feet of grace
see a mirage
in dress of blue
that catches air
as you spin
I'll take a bow
before your form
and hold the moment
with purposed cause
then lift you high
above the floor
a silhouette
against the moon
to render down
with softest touch
and place a rose
into your hair
as you spin away
with eyes of fire
inviting passion
and the moon will set
contest Anacreontic Verse
My Summer Time
Summer time!
Grammer of
my life style
composes
great nice piece
on my grand daughter.
Average!
Three months stay.
Beverage!
I relish
chattering
chirping of
Sweet pretty
cheerful child
three years’ old
grand daughter
of my heart
sweetest part
of my life.
Summer time!
Great period
to enjoy
the newest
loveliest
precious
wealth of mine.
Little kiss
of cute lips
heavenly
bliss of mine.
In my arms
as she comes
Just I feel
my greatest
sweetest charm.
07/ 28/ 16
Anacreontic Verse -4 Contest
by Edward webbs
Anacreontic Verse
I’m feeling so blue.
My tears fall
drip, drip, drip.
Eyes bright red
as the deluge flows
unceasingly.
My broken heart aches
and cannot be fixed …
such intense pain
so deep inside.
Why did you leave me
all alone,
expecting me
to soldier on
without you?
I don’t need
a photograph
to see your face
as it is printed
indelibly
in my mind.
Your parting
was so sudden.
No phone call
or letter
just intense silence.
Drugs took your life,
but your memory
will live on
forever.
Submitted to Best sad poem ever II
Sponsored by Laura Loo
01~02~16
My last wet tears
stain the starlit sky
in cold frosted shades
As tangible fears
awaken sleeping
distant memories
of aged hidden pain
These mortified eyes
don't recall the tales
my children now tell
of my past sad sins
In my dire defence
lasting episodes
of assembling joy
never did escape
parent's cutting lips
A pale memory
fades in present days
I don't remember
teen tornado years
My acts of dark hate
left deep open scars
ones that never healed
I long to rewind
grains of quicksand time
learn the art of love
perhaps forgiveness
will thrive when I’m gone.
The discouragement
do not let go
Every step
on this journey
feels unbearable
The mountains rise
- give me strength
Saints and justice
salvation and love
Crawl for the truth
settlement with sin
a face - a facade
My body hurts
- but I do not care
One of the weapons
looked innocent
But, price very high
an inner struggle
The heavy air
must be blown away
Empty gloomy thoughts
- discouraged to fall
A place to breathe
my "reset" button
10/04/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
1st place in the contest