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Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart,
tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night,
my love gleamed with an enticing glow,
reflected in the sequins of your subtle grace.
In my psyche I felt the tempting touch
of your intangible mesmeric charisma,
but you sauntered away from my entranced sight
like the autumn cloud across my dream sky.
From the threshold of my desire reverie
your footprints disappeared, I didn’t know where.
With the turquoise thread of lingering longing,
I weaved the filigree of fantasy in my dream.
From the ebony edge of the night of despair
storm clouds surged with thunder of tearing strife,
splintered my dream, dispersed in debris,
as my valentine turned into a gory whirlwind.
I heard the squelch of submerging sorrow
nearing my heart stealthily once again,
resonated the lilt of lilac pulsation,
with the unheard echo in the sensory veins.
The miasma of melancholy enveloped
the shattered landscape of longing.
The sigh of its drifting desolation
trailed the dissenting resonance of remoteness.
Suffused with the diffused drizzle
of my fading love at somber sunset,
you disappeared beyond the gloomy garden,
once a desire den of our delightful days.
Your departing kiss turned into a nibble,
as like a vampire you stinged my emotive rose.
Its purple petals of bloody pain made a wreath
for the wreckage of my broken heart.
Lavender powered with heavenly cool night scent
Obsessed with her loveliness under the magnificent blue of twilight
Vulnerable to her humming presence ever blind
Entwined magically around her smile wishing her mine
Love, passionate love that will never end
Infinite lavender petals unfurl opening to the wind
Nurturing the moonlight melting into the pores
Embracing golden tendrils woven into our hearts
Surround with sweet savoring love’s desire
Sinless warm tender blossom
2/16/2016
Contest: Contest Forms - A
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
The ring, with elegance and grace,
In sparkling gold finds its place:
Crafted carefully and designed,
With a little flower well aligned.
The petite ring with charm untold,
The tiny flower, with petals unfurled,
Hangs like a little swing so light,
For a fairy to hover and alight.
Like stars that dance across the sky,
Bringing sparkle to every eye,
A symbol of love and endless grace—
As it decorates this child’s face.
A reminder of dreams in flight,
A grandma’s gift, a ring so bright.
Personifying many tales
Of her dear love, that never fails!
So let it dance and let it swing.
This delicate, pretty little thing.
The golden swing that gently sways,
Bringing joy in its whimsical ways!
Copyright ©2021 by Crystal David John
Shriveled dreams shiver tonight
your eyes shimmer with tears
tainted hopes scare your heart
crumbling under forgotten years
I've blended mellowed lullabies
in pouring stardust from above
drenching your vineyard of pain
in draped showers of my love
Chorus:
Gently now, gently let me wrap
your fingers entwined in laces
I've woven a blanket of stars
in clouds of fragrant traces.
Gently now, gently let me caress
your parched lips with mine
trembling to melt frozen breath
as snowflakes in dewy outline
Darling, let me be your solace
in storms of anxious blue rain
your halo I embrace in euphony
of silk-kissed healing vervain
Your unfurling petals tonight dance
in soothing cuddles of light afloat
Musical sandcastles orchestrate
drunk moonlight for you to dote
Chorus:
Gently now, gently let me wrap
your fingers entwined in laces
I've woven a blanket of stars
in clouds of fragrant traces
Gently now, gently let me caress
your parched lips with mine
trembling to melt frozen breath
as snowflakes in dewy outline
Bridge:
Let your soul dance in velvet dew
we've waited for long to love again
rhythms of silent hearts to flow
on painted canvas of ethereal touch
Chorus:
Gently now, gently let me wrap
your fingers entwined in laces
(Let your soul dance in velvet dew)
I've woven a blanket of stars
in clouds of fragrant traces
(we've waited for long to love again)
Gently now, gently let me caress
your parched lips with mine
(rhythms of silent hearts to flow)
trembling to melt frozen breath
as snowflakes in dewy outline
(on painted canvas of ethereal touch)
Gently now, gently brush my essence..
Gently now, gently my safe heaven...
August 30, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 22 - Lyric 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Gently Now, Gently
I n v i s i b l e threads,
a mystical m i r a g e,
binding the silhouette of the sky
to the
skin of cinnamon sequels
in the deep blue chakra
that sees beyond
illusive clouds,
carrying rainbow roses
and thornless buds
quenched with jasmine rain.
Yet I remain engrossed
in the rising haze from cornea rivers,
facing the sun
amidst silenced stones,
counting unwept
diamonds that ebb and flow
through the pool of peace lilies,
and violet vapors,
veiled in violin breeze,
ricocheting like
the h e a t
of throbbing heartbeats…
Remember,
I taste the sundrops
you feel in solitude,
I’ve been listening to
your e y e s ~
stories spun from luminous lies,
pain streaming behind saffron smiles,
unrolling polaroids of angst
through the lens of life,
while the
gossamer gold of gloaming
mirrors the poem
between your sore sighs,
like dilating daisies
in the heart of the midnight iris…
And through your pupils,
I’ve found the reason
to rhyme~
bleeding pleas of love
with whimsical words,
dusted with periwinkle,
glazed with crystals,
amidst the gusts of grief
cloaking your conscience,
when wintry woes
suffocate your cashmere spirit.
But I still
am an origami enigma,
sleepwalking in silence,
aching to reach the chandelier cinders
flickering above~
pillows of patience…
This I write not to the
crestfallen Luna,
but to the galaxies
twirling as moon-tulips
above lashes dusted with liquid lilac,
as I am a misplaced metaphor,
etched with empathy,
kohl tears on petals,
pricking fragile fingers,
like thistles of time…
I feel beyond what I breathe
and I see hidden hues,
for in my eyes~
there is no need for poetic phrases
when soul is tied to
the strings of immortal blossoms
in your garden of pristine petunias
l a c e d with
unbreakable vows…
The season's come and gone
If winter fades today.
Farewell, my dear old friend.
I should miss your beauty
In flakes as they descend.
The season's come and gone
If spring fades out today.
Goodbye, dear friend, goodbye.
I should miss your pale hues
In petals as they die.
The season's come and gone
If summer fades today.
So long, so long, my friend.
I should miss your sunlight
In days that never end.
The season's come and gone
If autumn leaves today.
I'll miss you all the year.
Farewell, my friend, as you
Too quickly disappear.
4/7/2022
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Constance La France
Theme - 2. Nature
it took one glance into your emerald eyes’ kindest beams
for the focus to change and enlighten darkness and pain
to guide my broken refraction towards your olive skin
I felt all verglas thawing vision and join chartreuse blinks
of the moment as light sea foam pastels sprouted lush ferns
presented sage mint and lime moss to the harlequin waiting
to be brushed by honeydew colour and cinnamon fragrance
my own wilted flowers struggled at first to blossom again
hibiscus cranberry and feverish scarlet had lain abandoned
hastened by drought colour blindness and glanced disrepair
the Little Prince at the time merely a frog awaiting the kiss
looked at the broken thorns presiding over crimson petals
of vulnerable hope shattered kindness lost evergreen shoots
I love you said the candy apple and plumed with the parakeet
24th October 2021
Unleashed...- the beast of miracles at night -
A silent roar of silk cuddled by the ocean breeze -
Ephemeral synchrony of flesh from Heaven
Rains thundered burgundy petals on maiden's tears.
He frees her pony tail in uncontrollable cascades
of sand pouring in a stubborn hourglass of lust
The God of Whispers kisses her future memories
along a naked path of a "Forget-Me-Not" bouquet...
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"I'll never know where dawn vanished her nostalgic smile
A soft Mirage - onto the desert of my selfish life..."
by: iolanda scripca
For Nette's Contest " Soft Sensuality"
Sun-drenched days and showers are coming. Flowers sprout,
Pretty petals blooming, and pollywogs in ponds shall appear.
Rabbits in green fields will be scampering about.
Ice and snow will melt; our hearts will fill with cheer.
Newborn creatures, birds in nests; everywhere we’ll see
Growth and earth’s rejuvenation. Winter’s chill will flee!
Incredible is the season. Hear the robin sing!
Soon, so very soon, we’ll be seeing spring.
Crisp, clean and cool are the water and the air.
Opalescent are the rainbows as they gleam above.
Mountains changing colors; valleys oh so fair,
Inspiring us, who seeing them, feel our Father’s love.
Never-failing, spring will come as sure as sky is blue.
Giving us such gratitude as life begins anew.
Sparkling like the morning dew, comes this sweetest time
Of the year from March to June, all of it sublime.
On my trees today purple blossoms did appear.
Not just SOON is spring coming. Spring right now is HERE!
Written on the day my trees actually blossomed, March 21, 2017
For Laura Loo's Spring Is Coming Soon Acrostic Contest
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "No StrangerTo Love"
The sparkling dawn lights up
my heart’s ebony horizon,
spreads the sunburst colors of yearning
in the fervent garden,
blooming with my love,
swathes the facsimile of your floral face.
In the valley of my mind,
contoured by desire,
I carve the channel
of longing to reach you.
The fervid cloud of craving
melts in a compelling torrent,
makes my limitless love
a cascading river where I swim.
Suffused with the diffused drizzle
of my love in tarnished twilight,
you disappear out of my sight
beyond the garden of blooming delight.
Your footsteps trample my emotive flower,
its crumbled petals make a wreath
for my broken heart.
I collect the shards of my life,
strewn behind the door I’ve crossed,
with love enfolding the slices of heart.
I want to tell you,
my dusty guitar gently weeps
the tune of my melancholic passion,
I hope it will reach you.
Losing the remains of longing
in the debris of my broken heart,
I saunter with sullen feeling
to the silent shore of sorrow.
My emotions swirl unbound
like the dislodged rolling sand
in the tide of remote time.
On the sighing sea of despair,
made of billion drops of tear,
descends the somber shadow
of the nostalgic night’s slate sky,
split asunder by the cobalt cold flash
of the tormenting thunder,
fading in my memory
in the horizon of oblivion.
I live now only to seek you,
for I walk alone in the wasteland.
You’ll take me to the blooming valley,
my longing will turn into flower for you.
Our future will be tinged by its hue,
my love will evermore embrace the spring time.