Long Corals Poems
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Moonlighting the Savor, hey my velveteen blanket sky,sinking my eyes in your's,You often made me duclified.
Love to lean on you, The moment You rose my plum of Cheek's!!
Rivers flowing into the Oceans of your insane love which aroused my joy to its extreme heights.
Love to hug you, the moment You made my paired lips to cheers!!
Mutual bond stroking between leaves & flower likewise flourishing Your rain of love is been bluefully showered.
Love to Shrink Your pain, Everlastingly wanna see happiness throughout Your life!!
Attention seeker I wanna hold your hands forever like shaking it on sand, Porting on beautiful land in a manner where our feet are itching on a beating band.
Love to make You mad, that you ever fall in love with someone else except me!!
Stealing my heart, long hours tea~coffee conversations,tying a matured bond, You printed the life-story of entangling love birds.
Love the moment, When the tides of Your Love wash out the corals on a distant land!!
Each and every byte of chit chat tempted me, Springing the love in my soul, as like Rolling the ice~scoop on a cherry cheese cake.
Love your naughtiness prominently, You victoriously triumphed my heart!!
Twilight dreams lead me to a mystic place
Where Sirens alight on wings of gemmed threads
As fair Teles allures till harps ignite
On waters foiled above lush ocean-beds
Sunken caves line the tides where men yield
To fluid hums trilling like drops so gold
I pivot around feathered limbs varnished
With aquatic splash of murmurs untold
Gliding on trails adorned with rare corals
Attractive nymphs bathe on the shore to play
While laughter ripples grinding their curved hips
Before darkness finds a male to betray
I gaze and absorb this exotic scene
Recalling my claim, sea maiden of night
A fancy that beguiles my hours’ wonder
Never to appear again in hindsight.
Siren-- A sea nymph with the upper body of a woman
and winged, bird-like lower body.
*Teles—Greek Siren of Perfection
Mythological Animals/Birds Contest: Shadow Hamilton
by nette onclaud
Wild woman twirls her scythe with the power of the confident.
Mastery of underwater breathing aids her in her quest to fix the sea.
Scent of lilacs wafts off her.
I marvel that she has no idea she is attractive.
She is more humble than most beautiful can be.
Dolphins scatter, because we have tried to play with her,
But she does not play.
She is serious about getting the garbage out of the sea.
It is her day and night quest.
I have watched her fight many battles for the rest of us.
She does not tire.
Seems to have energy until each battle is won.
Where she goes to recuperate is unknown.
It is her! The sharks whisper.
For even the man eating of their kind are afraid.
Wild Woman has been in full tilt serious mode all of the time,
since she was a toddler goddess child.
I blame her grandparents who raised her, and never let her be carefree.
She has never had a day of laughing or playing.
Wild woman has sensed something.
I watch her pause. She marches toward a large gray blob in the ocean.
Whether it be man or beast,
she is nothing but courageous in her determined sway.
The champion of sea corals, sirens, whales, and variety of sea life.
She feels every aspect of the sea concerns her.
She protects us in every way.
It will be a lucky god who takes this superior sea goddess for his wife.
Although she is independent and will be all right if she stayed single.
Something I cannot say about most sea goddesses.
The sirens would probably disagree.
They are often gloating about their wiles in catching their mermen.
Due to her self-confidence and determination,
Wild Woman would do okay whether single or alone.
I can vouch for her. But as a dolphin, I do wish she would learn to play.
A world tormented by impending doom,
Where children rally in huddled throngs,
Their lives polluted from the womb,
How now to right their parent’s wrong.
Corals fast bleaching,
Forests torn down,
Activists preaching,
While pastures turn brown.
Sea levels fast rising,
Yet drought now abounds,
Politicians all shouting,
Their inaction astounds.
Confusion is reigning,
Answers too few,
Arguments draining,
Solutions past due.
Time for our youngsters
To take up the fight,
Like heavenly clusters
They permeate light.
Nature deserves it
She begs for relief,
The fuse fully lit
She cowers in grief.
lavender memories ~ quivering dewdrops on lotus-leaves,
yet ever-lasting.
I cherish them, not let them slip away.
I cherish
a delightful picture of a nervous rookie school-teacher,
excited and thrilled, beaming and apprehensive,
on a bright crisp fall morning,
surrounded by her enthusiastic giggling students ....
I cherish
an invaluable handwritten letter by
my ailing father, from the hospital-bed,
who never failed to inspire courage,,
telling me to continue creative writing against all odds..
I cherish
a gold brooch, intricately designed,
gorgeous with iridescent pearls and radiant corals,
elegantly worn by my mother, a blushing young bride
on her wedding day...
I cherish
a poem, lyrical and moving ...
describing her favourite flower - demure jasmine ..
fragrant, exuding mystifying aroma ...
penned by my childhood friend
I cherish a dried rose,
ravishing ruby-red when fresh,
saved, by a young fluttering heart,
inside a diary of teenage years,
(only she can still smell the faint scent),
emanating crimson adoration
of a bashful boy - who never knew - she did.
April 4, 2021
Inspired by "Writing Prompt - Cherish" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
“I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which.”
James A. Owen
I am a midsummer storm, veiled in cerulean smiles,
swirling above sangria seas~
enveloped in gracious glimmers of the unicorn sun,
where the black dahlias dance, and onyx-winged
butterflies never die but flutter lemonade lies.
Yet whiffs of clary-sage breeze
unravel crystalline clairvoyance,
calming the chaos tangled in corals of confusion~
searching for something real,
like sparkling sapphires,
floating in charismatic cadence.
Tonight, I’ll walk through
the untouched wilderness~
seeking Ayurvedic clovers coated
in perennial peace.
There, purple petals of iris thrive from amorous herbs,
in the fragrant heritage of blooming purity,
whilst acrylics on my cranberry canvas
shift in slow waves,
reminding blazing stars to
flicker penciled streaks of clemency,
mirroring my love-glazed
heart that gently beats~
in sync to the virtuous violin whispers.
Perhaps, I am the birth of a tragedy unspoken,
when love soars, intoxicated from the
scented sins,
of a poisonous pleasure
drenched in whiskey and roses,
drowning in foxglove fantasies from loneliness..
I ponder, if I were like the darkness,
cuddled by the stars, will I be found?
Or would I forever be an enigmatic embodiment
too deep for the shallow shadows
that dare not feel beyond what is to be seen?
So if tomorrow, there is no poetry,
I hope you’ll remember
beyond my skin and name..
I could be your frozen flower, or the warm willows;
snapdragon and sweet-pea.
There is no synonymous noun to depict
the aura of a citrine arc,
lost within faded lines of phased seasons.
Ebony skies a backdrop for salty,
sweet staccato ecstasy
a tune of elation.
Ivory limbs play out crescendos
upon seabed gems, crystalline towers,
aquamarine dreams and tortoise shell agates;
pink anemone and corals
wave-dance amid swaying
amber Carolina sands.
Octopii link arms
in a mesmerizing reel,
as scorpion tails tip-tap out rhythm
on on the cannon of a skeletal ship.
Stroboscopic eels keep the beat;
using their bodies to form lyrics.
Upon his chariot-throne of Lapis-Lazuli and Gold,
escorted by dolphins, rides the king
and festivities have begun.
It’s all good at
Neptune’s annual Briny Ball;
come dive down for some fun!
twist of the wrist,
jingle of glass bangles,
a play of light,
kaleidoscope of colours!
patterns of bright reflections,
each different from another,
and never ever the same!
a garden of flowers,
a forest of autumnal trees,
orchard of oranges,
a basket of apples,
pouting red lips,
smiling pink faces,
tearful black eyes,
shades of emotions,
who makes these?
golden crimson sunset,
silver cloud on full moon,
white birds in blue sky,
unending stretch of green meadows
cerulean mountains with snow peak,
red beaked green parrots,
the pink flamingos,
a myriad of colours,
in depths of oceans,
fish among corals,
deadly undulating jelly,
speckled sea snakes,
each colour a language,
each movement a sign,
every vision a gift,
a magic of retinal display!
what hand holds,
twists this kaleidoscope?
Premier contest winner (10)
Written 18/08/2021
Kaleidoscope poetry competition
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
Free verse
"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors"
– Charles Messina
The two fly smoothly side by side
through the shimmering shades of morn.
Their spotless souls softly collide
and a new dauntless day is born.
They pass beyond billowing blues,
subtle shades of watermelon,
rambling rose, and palest peach hues,
all as beautiful as those of Heaven.
Feathers refracting, reflecting
rainbow corals and crepe hues.
Comely clouds calmly projecting
tinges as tangerine imbues.
Flashing, fluttering, subtle tints
flow freely from the lovely dove,
nuances of tones give us hints
reminding us of our God’s love.
People mourn, gather around and pay homage when someone dies.
I see the soul’s craving for solace.
The most precious, last opportunity, last moment, with the soul to say good bye.
Just thinking! What would I do after I die?
Hey!
Don’t mourn when I die,
If you feel that we had a strong tie!
I promise you, I’ll be with you, throughout your life.
I’ll always be your true aide,
Even though, I would live in the skies!
I know, you love me the most,
So, I would prefer to be a ghost!
I envy the birds, when they fly so high,
I would definitely float for hours in the sky!
May be sometimes, I would dive deep down in a sea,
On a ship, with a whale, on the rocks,
Corals and shells and pearls, to see them all – I’ll be free!
Snow capped mountains, water fountains deep inside dense forests,
Continents, countries, beautiful caves, endless places to see before I rest!
I’ll wake you up every morning,
Together we will go for jogging!
I will be with you, Where ever you go!
With help and support ...I am sure, you know!
There’s just this worry and heart wrecking plight,
That we’ll still share our emotions,
Will always be together, still would never unite!
I would miss the hugs and feud and never-ending chats,
I would miss my friends, siblings, my mom and dad!
There’s lot more to say,
But let’s wait for the day!
Promise me that, when I die,
There shall be no sigh,
Else, I will also cry!