Autumn leaves glaze in lovely lustre
Dry leaves leave deciduous trees.
Nascent descent leaves with glossy lamina
on nice soft silky glittering gesture..
Verdant valley in shimmering gleam.
Autumn colour is phenomenal
ornamenting flora and foliage.
Trees, shrubs, herbs in Autumn fire.
Golden yellow, gorgeous orange,
charming crimson, pretty purple,
auburn , rufous or bright brown hues
to exhibit during few weeks of Fall.
Call of Autumn on Maple leaves
to show golden flow in shiny texture.
Amber leaves forming classy cluster
Typical Autumnal sheen
seen on fresh frolic Autumn glow.
Snowman - A Didactic Cinquain
Snowman
Large, abominable
Sledding, happening, ornamenting
Sometimes I'd dream about snowballing
Possession
2/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Necklace -
Necklace
Marvel, turquoise
Collaring, scarfing, gem
Ever bejeweled ornamenting
Choker
8/8/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
December came dancing along
Implying clouds to play their pouring songs
Drenching land with affectionate warmth
Wrapping mountains in snow-white shawls
Enhancing streams with drizzly charms
Ornamenting rocks with soft white tops
Draping valleys with frills of delicate fogs
Aiding awaiting lake with new aquatic stock
Lifting spirits to prepare for Christmas Rock
Ribbon! Ah! Ribbon
soul grown purple
the yellow banding
engaged and ornamenting
I see the storms
ribbons ever flown
blown in wind
engaged and beading
flings the rosette
in my dreams
waving and flying
thing of tape
waving in grace
the clinquant importation
waving purple ribbon
3/30/19
RIBBON Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Christmas comes with the money
spent lavishly in the stores.
Preparing food brings the chores,
goods are sweet as the honey.
Decorations has all world.
Gifts are making tops of lists
giving Santa extra twist.
Born is today Christ the Lord.
Everybody must be glad
from the birthday of God –
ornamenting Christmas trees.
We will always have the poor,
but at Christmas love is lure
in the carols happy tunes.
Willows whisper gratitude,
drooping branches sway,
they promise summers of serenity
and winters of decay.
Images of grace, gently shivering
in rains of sweet intent,
they burgeon like a testament
fulfilled and immanent.
Softly ornamenting
with their sprawls of elegance,
they pose like seasoned lovers
who have earned their permanence.
Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy,
mighty yet demure,
they prophesy endurance
for those untested and unsure.
Hills endlessly roll
Nostalgia enters the soul
The towering oaks cast shadow
Upon a beautiful meadow
The marsh marigold’s smell
Excites the senses as well
Water springs from the well
Old oak has a story to tell
The sharp rocks separate land from the sea
Man wonders about his destiny
He wishes to be free
But all in front of him is horizon’s infinity
The sunset is beautiful
Orange violet gold
The spirit is now full
As the night will unfold
The silver blue moon
Shines upon the lagoon
The eerie mist covers the world
Depth of the night now man will behold
But in pitch blankness there is light
That is visible in the night
It is the sleeping eye
Now open ornamenting the sky
Next to it another eye
And another eye
As one looks at the sky
They form vortex the way they lay
Vortex is gate way to immortality
Only if true meaning comes with it soul can be free
A vortex is immortality
But this is the vortex and ultimate meaning will set me free
Willows whisper gratitude,
drooping branches sway,
they augur summers of serenity
and winters of decay.
Images of grace, gently shivering
in rains of sweet intent,
they burgeon like a testament
fulfilled and immanent.
Softly ornamenting
with their sprawls of elegance,
they pose like seasoned lovers
who have earned their permanence.
Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy,
mighty yet demure,
they signify endurance
for those untested and unsure.
Willows whisper gratitude,
drooping branches sway,
they promise summers of serenity
and winters of decay.
Images of grace, gently shivering
in rains of sweet intent,
they burgeon like a testament
fulfilled and immanent.
Softly ornamenting
with their sprawls of elegance,
they pose like seasoned lovers
who have earned their permanence.
Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy,
mighty yet demure,
they prophesy endurance
for those untested and unsure.
The fire glows throughout southern hill
The pulse of one’s soul one can feel
The castle is formed by one’s will
It is a glorious structure and marvel of engineering ornamenting the hill
The knights walk upon the castle wall
As stone winds unveil it whole
One feels joy in the soul
Because ones’ destiny is under his own control
Opposite of none existence reviles edge of abyss
This is
The glory of absolute bliss
This is the feel of her kiss
Moon shines with dense light
Eerie mist forms in this light
Surreal and spellbinding appears the light
Like place of spirits ornamenting curtain of the night
Moon is queen of the deep
Light is like tears that down the moons eye drip
The night is the face down which they drip
If one’s soul is open knowledge of those tears one can keep
Of multiple orbs knowledge is vast
It reaches the future and the past
As part of destiny is taken as it must
But what is beyond destiny and further beyond the last
But for the moon to truly show its bliss
To give the soul its divine kiss
To give meaning to that which beyond destiny is
It must in its spell have temporal from other side of abyss
They say April love is for the very young
This is the time that new flowers to life have sprung
When smell of spring gives air to the lung
And when colorful melody birds have sung
The cherry tree blooms white and scarlet
The elder bush delightful violet
The forest that was once silent
Is vibrant from golden sunrise to night color of velvet
In the forest there is small lake that has a special role
It reflects true visage of person’s soul
Above it the tree has mesmerizing flowers ornamenting it like a stole
On the tree there is nightingale singing song of divine soul
The song is beautiful but hard to understand
It brings to mind taste of honey and smell of moorland
The nightingale will sing his choirs as on the branch it will stand
The song has a way of people’s dreams to expand
Maybe the song sung by nightingale standing at the ledge
Represents consciousness’ other edge
Ultimate consciousness with ultimate having no reference point to continuities’ expanding edge
Only to its own written in stone definition which to follow the song will pledge
Six layered pyramid build in talud tablero style
But in my pyramid the feathered serpent can’t help but smile
His awesome visage is ornamenting every tile
But in my pyramid as he gazes towards endless sky he is gentile
A pterosaur Quetzalcoatl was called in Aztec God’s name
And an amazing flying creature it was I have to exclaim
But just the same
There is something that better fits this name
Pterosaur could feel precise wind vibration
This thing can feel the flux of imagination
Flux like wind is sensed by this creation
And of hope it is beacon
It also nourishes the flux of self connected destiny
And is above, beyond fundamental infinity
And in that lies its majesty
That largest numbers are turned into simplicity
The pyramid stands tall whole
Stone wind is its soul
As the gaze of the serpent looks on while the endless horizon will roll
The divine stone wind in the Quetzalcoatl mesmerizes soul as it fulfills its role
tickling my soft sensitive skin
sounds like violin
into my soul
can feel it all
glitters and paint full bathed
suffice one's need
can’t spurn the air
adorn and blare
drums and tambourines start to play
they lovely sway
dance in rhythm
highlight the theme
Oct. 25,2012
Note:
The feathers ornamenting the street parade/paraders especially the ones decorated on hats of musicians and others who entertains. So lovely they are in the sight of all spectators!
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.