Plume Poems | Examples

Pace lone the plume prime of a horse

Pace be the plume prime of a horse,
Austere man’s leanness, girl’s shyness,
Brahmin’s knowledge, king’s forgiveness,
Valour, whose arms be the sole force.          
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Translation |26.10.2024|embellishment, horse, girl,  

Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Bhatrihari was elder brother of the renowned king Vikramaditya of Ujjain. He had two queens: Pingala and Padmaakshee. He loved Pingala immensely but abdicated the throne and left for forest when he found that she loved another man on the hide. A learned man, he gave wealth of literature in Sanskrit. Among them: Shringara Shataka, Neeti Shataka, Vairagya Shataka, and Vijnana Shataka. This verse is one of his brilliant creations. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:

Javoh hi sapte paramam vibhooshhanam, 
trapa anganaayaah, krishhataa tapasvinah | 
Dvijasya vidyaa, nripateh api kshhamaa, 
paraakramah shastra-balena jeevitaam |

Bird-of-Paradise

So, he came and dazzled you with his plume
And you simply succumbed to his grooming.
Pregnant, he’s gone, what have you got to do?
This may very well be your undoing.

5th Place
Bird-of-Paradise Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards

Nom de Plume

Soft and feathery and illusive
Each word a woven world of fantasy
An artistic lair for the lunacy of emotion

Musical, distant and serene
Aesthetic shelters like seashells
Cast by the angst of the ocean

Plume

Through the Autumn storms
Blue children with seeming smiles
sings to the Angels
To the everglades
the children play
in the cove of the cave
Like bedrock
They are raised on hope
Solitude ponders the darker hues
feed by paths unexplored

Au Clair De Plume

Who's knocking like that?

"... in the light of a feather..."

and as bright as full noon

Brunette replies to HarleQuinn

"... is this your spoon?..."

Dialog established

Act  three, Honey Moon

Then Pooh said to Piglet

"... it really is you!..."

a Mile works for Her

and her smile works too



"... you should never pull a brain out before it's time..."

So Harvey kept the jars

in a closet sublime

"... that 'ol Mason, was a friend of mine..."

Matters never falter

nor do friends over wine

so Harvey squared the cuts 

24 at a time...

they agreed to win win

and wrote until dawn

they made great music

recording new songs

... and then they decided

to take Time for a ride...

"...It was Albert's birthday

so we headed in for pi..."

A Peacock's Plume

She was blind to her colors so her palette spoke in greys.
She couldn't trust her gut for fear of what others had to say..
In early May her colors burst, a glorious display, as vibrant as
a peacock's plume with out a hint of grey.

Nom De Plume

I feel the futility 
after decades
of my fingers flitting
like dragonflies
over the keys 
my once hopeful heart 
shriveled and shrunken 
as a plum into a prune 
Shakespeare and Miller
Marlowe and Pinter
will never again 
pick up the plume
to pen another  
poem or play
yet they live on today
while my words 
wither in the womb
Stillborn they are silently
whisked away unread
without a funeral 
to the tomb

Nom De Plume

It’s important
 what you get called
has a name,
one you can take
to the ivory
border
It’s important
what you’re called
is remembered the same,
today recollected 
tomorrow
reordered
A mark on the stone
no longer
unknown,
your history and 
legacy
rendered
Sapphire crystal
overlord set,
the past 
eponymous  
the future 
—kismet

(The New Room: February, 2021)

I Hold the Plume

Babe you know I’d walk a mile
And wrestle with a crocodile 
Even spend a year or two in exile
If only just to see you smile 

The light I feel when you’re in the room
Is enough to make a flower bloom
And all the ladies start to swoon
But I’m the one that holds the plume 

I’d show you all my cards at once
For your intentions are upfront
I’m silly dear yet this is no stunt
The heart’s a mystery babe, don’t grunt

I love you now and let you know
It never could just be for show
For the longer I live this life I sow
Is shining for I love you so

I’d run across a great big desert 
And swim the oceans to find your presence 
And love you till you feel quite pleasant 
Until my dear you are luminescent

Written- 11/18/2020 11:28 AM

Nom De Plume

Alias
Also known as (A.K.A)....
No judgment
No regrets
I hate with fury
I love like no other
I have been called a bastard & S.O.B
Every name in the book
My mind travels to undiscovered places
My words most likely will offend
My choices aren't always right
I will own any of those choices if asked
No explanations given
Ryan is the first
de Rossi is the last
That is me! 

6/25/20

Peering From Behind the Plume

Peering from Behind the Plume
A verbal sketch by Martin Braun
June 15, 2020

Peering from behind the plume
witnessing my brethren lofting from ethereal vapors.
Who shall share our divine song? 
   Not I!
Who shall sit on the right side, with you at my left?  
   Not I!

Look below, their gaze is transfixed on my wonderous down,
and enchanted by my song.

Holy, holy, holy I shall sing, not for God,
but for vanity that harmony my voice doth bring.

Laced with apples that you desire,
I serenade the Gospel entwine with earthly eloquence,
and lick your lobe evoking emotional undulations from head to toe.

I seduce you in God's own house, not for His glory but my own,
for it is my desire to sit up high, on the thrown.

Let the world burn, what do I care.  
From the ashes, I will rise, from their dispair.
And your lives, I will surely protect,
who else will remain for my worship and pay their debt?

Comfort In Cupule

Branches of an oak tree bend and mourn the fall of its last acorn,
itself left wanting the warmth of chestnut leaves. Comfort in cupule.

Winter searches for mittens lost, misplaced during last year’s snow
below an eagle hunting for feathers - naked now, showered in goosebumps. Chicken.

Ivy crawls blindly looking for brick walls to climb,
as a rainstorm cranes its droplet heads upward, hoping to find a cloud to call father.

Eventually, that same fallen acorn sprouts limbs
which welcome ivy along its bark
and sips at rain, quenching the thirst of roots;
the acorn, stronger now, nestles an eagle’s eyrie with plume for blanket,
whilst warming winter with a springtime canopy, gloved.

(April 2020)

His Cap Bore a Plume

Quaintly dressed, his cap bore a plume
   When a lady passed, removed it -- assumed
She'd acknowledge his gracious act
   ~ So shocked was he at her absence of tact

"Don't think I'm the weaker sex," snapped she
   "Else I'll give you a kick to buckle your knees"
Wounded, he offered an unheard apology
   Then walked across time to a kinder century

Nom De Plume

You earned it
The right to
Stand out

To show your true colors
To go by the name
That best represents 
The real authentic you
The you you’ve grown into

Select your pen name
With utmost care
Flaunt your uniqueness
Divulge your true colors



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on March 11, 2019

Tell-Tail Plume of Doom

Mushroom
cloud plume of doom
rose from Hiroshima,
6 August, 1945,
Omen


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25 July 2017

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