Long Evenfall Poems
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wrapped by stars
against dusk's glow,
stillness
resides within:
breaths change into tunes
quiet...lull
as dew ~
on the brink
of moon,
gods arise *
with kismet
in pure enchantment--
when eventide cuddles
me ````
through meditation.
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Pick-A-Title, Vol 17 - Yalto - Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh 5/18/2020
In charmed slumber throbbing waves break away
Mist of evenfall, fading from the day
Closing against vast sky into the spring
Moon's brightness. Umber earth and blue birds sing
Beneath its coverlet. Tulips, poppies,
Morning glory, moss rose, spring grace copies
Close to encumber their paddles for slumber
To open in the morning by the number
Fragrant gold flaming honeysuckle vine
Twining entangle braid tendrils entwine
Around garden's heart breathing once anew
A spider's web in tears form morning dew
Daisies bright, butterflies flutter lithe reach
A romance of nature a kiss to each
4/27/2020
Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Amplifying vehemence of thunder, roaring on skyline ablaze,
Lightning strikes, shattering clouds, sparkling scorching haze,
Blasting dry, sunstruck meadows, drenching thirsty terrain,
Gushing streams, rushing thrust ferocious of turbulent rain.
In realms of dimming yonder, trees whirl, shake, and sway,
Grooving to rhythms of foothills, expressive of feisty ballet,
As incessant downpour pelts, dispersing sweltering heat,
Dancing on prairies and rivers, resounding a boisterous beat.
Down the mountain, over plush valley, beyond an arid knoll,
Breezing with the fleeting storm, reinvigorated vistas scroll,
Scintillating in beams of gold, twilight soon brings to fore,
Adorning arc amethystine, where dream-scapes violet soar.
Enlightened in scarlet rays, as grimace of humid malaise decays,
Revealing a glint, avid day, piercing through tenebrous daze,
Misery retreats rapidly, withering anguish of a vanishing day,
Engraving motifs crimson, upon tapestries once mired in gray.
Reveling in unfolding scene, gawking eve’s resplendent tempo,
From the street, through windows, fixating on the skylit show;
Eyes enamored now applaud~ orange, indigo, smile of rainbow,
Peeking through blazing halo, flaunting art of evenfall aglow.
Sea
Shimmers
Shining Sun
Slowly Sinking
Sets
~
Stars
Sparkle
Silver Specks
Spectacular
Sky
Written 11th March 2019
For light up the page 2 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
Written: November 28, 2023
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Beneath the sweltering luminescent sky.
A thunderbolt flared over the silent firefly.
Oak-smoke tones and vanilla bean paste.
Swung idly, draped as moss from a baste.
Tintinnabulation caused by wind-borne sighs.
The gentle quiet of flora roughness is dry.
Evenfall cobalt-wrapped nascent starlight.
A crescent-shaped moon is gloaming in flight.
An avalanche of a billion Katydid wing beats
Cricket voices in a range of alto to bass feats
My gem-encrusted flame bursts and spits.
Beneath a benumbed bowl, boiling hiss.
My soul finds solace in the lichened death fall.
I was thrilled by the fire and the creepy owl call.
A soft mist falls across drooping eyelids.
amid the dancing stars and firefly skids.
Written: September 08, 2023
Sunsets Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
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In September golden day, so glorious and beamy,
As twilight stains the sky, a cynosure so dreamy.
Dusk abides, effulgent hues ignite the land,
And felicity abounds as we bask in daylight's sleek hand.
Penumbra kisses the horizon, casting a mellifluous spell,
Fugacious twinkles, as erstwhile avian dwell.
A demesne of pastures, comely and calm,
Where halcyon trees sway to the riparian psalm.
Harbingers of sunset, sunburnt and diaphanous,
Serenade the land with their soothing lullaby chorus.
Vesper whispers skid, such an elixir so tall,
Glamour and silence embrace, as the trees do enthrall.
In this bucolic scene, dulcet and radiant,
The purple hues paint a landscape so vibrant.
Slumber approaches, as the red heat fades
Epiphany dawns, a dramatic parade.
The horizon ablaze with refulgent light,
Lurid flames of passion, inflamed and bright.
Beaming through the breeze, the sundown delight,
A spectacular event, incandescence ignites the night.
As the gloaming swings to night, a symphony unfolds,
A dance of shades and emotions, stories yet untold.
In the afterglow, the world retreats,
To a striking melody, where each note meets.
Splendiferous sunset, resplendent and grand,
The nighttime sky bestirs, a resounding band.
Evenfall descends, with its dark flame,
A splendid display, a sight to acclaim.
The striking hues, such a painting divine,
Illuminate the darkness, with a radiant shine.
The nighttime sky, a tapestry of wonder and delight,
A symphony of colors, painting the night.
The evenfall whispers a tale so sweet,
As the moon rises, the night's heartbeat.
A symphony of silence, embraced by the dark,
A peaceful retreat, where dreams embark.
It’s so difficult to sustain the life
in this senseless-tiresome-dry world,
and that’s why I decided to fool the world to ease my life.
I took my head out of my shoulders and put it on the road
the very spot where I decided to beguile the others;
the way was happened to be a moderately sloped downward road
and that’s why my conscience rolling downward with very little or
no effort at all.
For I was moving forward without any hindering object or resistance
it became monotonous; I felt like play a prank for some fan,
so I bounced up and down, danced around here and there,
but it didn’t do any good because these were another dull
and slothful recurring motions. I closed my eyes being languid.
On the way I saw the snobs, who impudently
insist upon themselves are the microcosm,
arguing each other wearing the ridiculously ugly masks,
“my territory has to be greater than yours.”
Because of those ridiculous masks
finger point one another with infuriated yelling
I opened the eyes terrifying. As I woke,
I saw a giant standing before me holding an apple
in his hand staring at me; and ridiculous masks carry the explosive.
Who is this giant? And what is the explosive? I tried to
move forward again after gave a moment of thought;
but this time, I was trapped in the midst of a battle field
where a rusted lump of heavy iron moves back and forth
on a double-headed serpent’s back, throwing flames from its mouth.
I gave up moving forward thinking,
though it may not be the place to dwell,
here is the place where I have to take a root;
after rooted, the gray hairs grew to the limbs
and branches of a dead tree, and bear the leaves
and flowers, and some of them fell on the ground blown by the wind,
then the rolling leaves on the ground
become stones and road side footmarks.
When colorless paper flakes
bleach the road side footmarks,
they turn into the scentless petals
and cover the crushed masks lying here and there;
though these distorted masks didn’t say a word
a goldsmith comes in the evenfall displaying proudly,
sprinkles the gold dust tinted with the reddened glow.
As moonlight gleams upon your tanning skin
while drops of crystal form upon that brow--
tufts of hair stroked by ambrosial wind
your eyes begin to dance, a joyous play
when evening mist unfurls our rendezvous,
as light in tones of cerise starts to flame:
With arms interlaced against dusk's marquee
these open lips are humming notes away
in this pier, furnace of hours' rhapsody
kindles our passion through glaze of desire ,
that tides are swaying madly back and forth,
as shadows wrap a cloak of fire around...
O let evenfall remain for awhile
till darkness hides our secret love affair.
For Joseph May's Picture This Contest
Image 3 Written 3/25/2018
The ultimate ineffable creator,
So, its analogous creations
Coloured with nothing static,
With the ephemeral moment
In transition.
Gray hues at dawn transform
To radiantly glowing horizon,
Altered when arrives evenfall
Then, contrasting flickering night sky
In appreciation.
They drench the thirst of Earth,
The blue ocean bliss of the whales,
Blush the stars on their reflection,
Look precisely through crystal waterfall
In realization.
Similarly mortal beings show and hide,
Emotions residing in heart
Through faces of showcase,
One doesn't realise what's inside
In confusion.
Who appreciates not charms of
Canvas of colours
Periodically visual illusion,
What humans convey
In manipulation.
Dusky skies
tinged with orange
purple
and lilac hues
as sun slips behind
h o r i z o n
Transfixed
by natures
beauty
my worries
d r i f t away
As day turns to night
I’m wrapped in a blanket
of
moonbeams and starlight
Pick-A-Title, Vol 17 - Yalto - Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Edward Ibeh
Chosen title 2 - Evenfall
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05/12/20