quilt in waves a rainbow ocean
etheric your ambrosia whiffs
whirling my waist
I wash dishes
rain swallowing chores, blood red hot
garden path waits your stoic tread
rockery longs for guitar thumbs
astral breath brushes rose petals
sun rises steady in fall sky ~
sorrow songs reaps benefit of time
your initials melded to mine in rhyme
astral skin blankets my chest
stormy waters
do not drown
your pauses
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Placed 8th : Premier Contest
Sponsor : Brian Strand : May 26
Thrum of a heart,
Rush of the river,
Lapping of waves upon the shore,
Rustling of leaves.
Calls of nestlings,
Pitter-Patter of the rain,
Footsteps in the dead of night,
Yowls from the woods.
Draw me in deep,
Pull me close,
To whisper sweet nothings,
Lull me to sleep’s realm.
This earth’s song shivers through,
Every inch of her being,
The melody that runs beneath,
Purest spirit of music.
journey of lost past
dark worlds collide in silence
world forget me not
questions upon questions asked
bloody rivers start of plagues
Let The Flowers Grow Again Poetry Contest// Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Judged: 9/2/2025 4:03:00 AM
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 26, 2025
There are days the globe feels heavy,
when the garden does not answer back,
and every stem bows under the weight of rain.
I walk among the silence,
touching soil with trembling hands,
wondering if beauty remembers me
if blossoms still dream beneath the dark.
Yet even in the hushed, forgotten corners,
a pulse remains.
Hidden beneath the globe,
roots hold fast in quiet
keeping the echo
of a vanished sun.
I believe, when gentler winds arrive,
and grief begins to loosen its hold,
the earth will speak again.
Blooms will turn their faces upward,
not in rebellion.
So let them grow
not just for the season,
but for every heart that needs reminding-
love is never gone
it only waits to bloom.
The Sun and the Sea—
a blessing on this perfect day,
while seagulls sing their wild, untamed song.
There’s something here, in this Mediterranean way,
a peace that settles—deep, and pure, and strong.
We breathe it in,
this life beyond compare,
somewhere between the places we have known.
It teaches us
how small the world,
when seeds of wonder’s sown.
And in this ease,
a thought begins to bloom:
perhaps the gypsies were right—
to move
and drift,
escaping every room,
to never let a single place hold tight.
Maybe we can do it to.
I love the way your tears
Meander through the secret seams
Etched by time upon my face.
I love the way your sundry eyes
Light up
When my world turns dark.
I treasure your novel designs,
Masterfully brushed against a sun-kissed sky.
I relish in the cool, tender cradle
Of heaven’s clouds upon the earth,
Where I rest in an angel’s quiet embrace.
I love your steadfast stability,
Your unwavering consistency,
And the dazzling diversity
That breathes life anew.
I reverence your constancy amid ceaseless change.
Your love -
Inscribed in the fabric of time -
Visible to the world each day,
Yet discernible only in the silent
Whispers of its most sacred moments.
in the light of moon and sun, roaring boldly, our faith has won - our love He will never shun ~ by poet
walking by the creek, who murmurs in her steady pace
reflections of the joy, laughter stirring the stars in space
feels just like a song, promising the sweetness of grace
delicious moments in heartbeats, blessings to embrace
warmed by the sunlight’s glimmers, coloring gentle dawn
so life seeks to reveal the beauty and wonder before it’s gone
breathless praise comes on wings as they fly on and on
revealing the secrets of God’s blessings – to angels we are drawn
will life soon learn this story that once encouraged our song?
Before modernity
Growth was only for living creatures
With limited features
But these days
Even things can blossom
With the magic of packaging
Trees with start of spring
Objects with getting packed
And I with being with you
We can all flourish
As simple as that
Of burning sight, we grow the flora,
From dancing light of my aurora.
A stunted garden, met with showers,
Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers.
In casting passion, bright the sky,
Of green and blue we share an eye.
The way of stars and trees alike,
Through boreal we join and hike.
OF ANOTHER DAY'S DAWNING
Like sunshine of day,
again I have a dawning;
labors of love waiting:-
Beneath the Baobab,
Two hearts beat the drums of love,
Eyes sparkle with warmth.
Out alone at last
Seven, and rapt in lush green
Seeds of verse were sown
Yellow butterflies, hued blooms
On our new street of fireflies
A love like water.
so soft,
so fragile,
as it flows and bends,
leaving gentle kisses,
a giver of life.
A love like water.
a love so strong,
so powerful,
as it destroys obstacles,
breaking walls,
to shape a path,
a future.
A love that drowns oceans,
a love so real,
like the drops of water upon my arms,
seeping into my hair,
glistening across my skin,
a love that drowns oceans,
a love that suffocates my soul,
a love so intoxicating,
so overwhelming,
a love filling my lungs,
and right when it's almost too much,
a love like water.
Ever flowing,
everbending,
everchanging,
a love,
like water.
My beloved's (God’s) rosy red blush,
wherever I look, there is a red blush.
I went to see the red blush,
and I too turned into red rosy blush.
Mountains don their sunset attire,
A red cascade, igniting nature's fire.
A cardinal's song in red delight,
Nature's melody, a love so bright.
The setting sun, a red embrace,
Whispers of love in twilight's grace.
Autumn leaves, a fiery cascade,
Love's spectrum in red displayed.
Cherries ripe, a red and ruby treasure,
Nature's kiss in scarlet measure.
In roses red, love's story spun,
Petals of passion, two hearts as one.
Through fields of poppies, love takes flight,
A red tapestry, pure and bright.
In nature's palette, red unfolds,
A tale of love, in hues untold.
I walked into a meadow
Such beauty did I see
Turns out it's been here
All this time
Revealed so gently
I walked into a meadow
Tamed in part
Yet mostly wild
I skipped among the flowers
Felt the freedom of a child
I walked into a meadow
Shared the warmth
Of her caress
The sunlight of her radiance
A view designed to bless
I walked into that meadow
Without purpose
Soon to learn
A heart can hold more love inside
Than out can ever earn
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