Reverberates Poems | Examples

A DREAM

A DREAM
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A wisp of smoke, a phantom limb,
the dream dissolves, a sugar cube in rain.
Gone.
Morning light bleeds in,
erasing landscapes built of moon-dust.
A fiction, spun in the quiet dark.

But then, a shard remains.
A glint caught in the corner of your eye.
A swan's cry, 
impossibly clear,
reverberates,
caught in the hollow of your chest.

It returns, unbidden, unwelcome,
a landscape 
of tilted angles and knowing eyes.
You stand there, powerless,
caught in its gaze,
a stranger in a familiar place.

Inclined to wonder, 
to dissect and trace,
the questions remain
bewilderment etched upon your face~
What did it mean?
What does it mean?

souffle silencieux et amour

The expectations of the heart bound the passions in a silent breath, holding within the roots of flowered lungs – the grandiose applause beating against ribcages. It reverberates with aching and longing to be heard. A silent breath holds the hand of a lover yearning to be seen, to be reciprocated. The expectations of the heart wilt without the waters of recognition and the abundance of love, unabated and unrestrained. Flowered lungs sprout daisies – effeuiller la marguerite, a silent breath holds the hand of a lover. The anticipation of the heart swirls the passions into dance like the wild winds carrying petals through their drift – and she loves me.

Festival Of Life

Under the bejeweled diadem of the sparkling sky
the vibrant celebration finds exuberance in the carnival,
morphing into a sea of color and music in the aura of night
where I float with the fancy procession in the spirit of joy.

The unleashed spectrum of confetti swirls in the festive air,
dancers in plumed apparels sway to the rhythm of samba.
The alluring aroma of street food drifts in the smoky air, 
entices the ever-longing sense of delicious delight

The serene street reverberates with the tempo of trumpets
as the festooned floats glide through the hypnotized crowds.
Convention creates ingenuity in the exhilarating ambiance
with the mystique melodic motion in the festival of life.

The Silent Storm

A silent storm is brewing within my chest
A benumbing chill sets my soul aflame
A warm welcome sets alarm bell ringing,
In the realm of hush at the dawn of dusk
do you hear the swooshing
            of the waves on the sandy shore?
Do you hear the shush of the wind
as it sweeps low and hisses like
the slithering snake winding through
 a graveyard in the dead of darkness?
This fear that reverberates
like the rolling thunder
with each thump of my heart—
Do you hear its deafening echoes
in the quiet of night?

A forlorn sullen moon  
with its eerie silvery glow
spawns what a frightful folklore?
Beneath a disdain firmament     
with its myriad peering eyes
and in this ever engulfing shadows,
Where would one find a sliver of hope?

The deception of religion
The inefficacy of prayers
The malice in man and
his galore of gods…
Why does my soul head straight
towards an all-consuming flame
like a moth from a self-imposed cocoon?

Pleasant Sense of Humour

Wholesome humour 
reverberates freedom mirth
shared in the family of joy-filled home
making us have a taste of heaven on earth...

Daddy’s jokes champion laughter 
easing gloom of loss for triumph-birth 
sometimes his riddles keep us chuckling
as his cheerful life enigmas we try to unearth...

Mama’s sense of humour is undeniably funny
letting us praise her midst warmth of fellowship hearth
oh, how I miss those exuberant times
along my reflection of gladness-values' worth.

As we rejoice in the Lord* always
good sense of humour is never a dearth
since it "blunts the sharp blades of reality"
while making us thankful to God for our divine jubilant perth.

*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
2nd place, "A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality" Poetry Writing Contest	Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on /30/2025

Making a Difference

Jubilant soul hopes above firmament
vibrant faith soars midst trials
radiant heart reverberates
melody of hymns, serenely triumphant
to silence chaotic angst
while exalting God Who makes life wondrous
as love-conquered human nature
fulfills functional share that leaves 
impactful difference...
yon grave.

Zen mode

the soundless gong of Om reverberates
the primal word, source of all creation
rapture rises in each node bliss locates
we dissolve becoming God’s vibration

Rainbow in the dark

 Inspired by Ronnie James Dio song 
"Rainbow in the dark".
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Again, shadows dance tonight—
    this time, a grim tear swims down my cheek
        as the light became less dim when the
            thunder struck—
the cold scolds my hold, and I lost my grip,
reminding me I am free, like the lightning.

But morning light fades into the dark;
    the night has totally consumed it.
I become lonely, like a rainbow
    left to shiver in a dark sky.

The ghosts of my wife and children whisper
        from somewhere above the roof—
their chill cry, as they succumbed to my rage,
        reverberates from a broken mirror
I left in the dark tunnel of my conscience.

I am a lie, and I am shy that I know why.
My world is lived without words,
    so I only mime to a fake rhyme.
Yet the morning light is lost in the distance,
        with only a single star left in the dark sky.
I am like a shadow in a crowd;
my torment is like an echo in an empty room.

Miss Information

(“Conceived in Light”, 2017, original encaustic)

Miss Information

Everywhere you look
Everything you hear
Reverberates and reveals
The seductive power of Sophia
Catching our eye and ear
Whispering morsels of truth
Seeding our own discombobulated minds
With enough material
To sustain a hundred Amazon basins.

All that fecundity 
Just brimming with potential
To tear us down
And in turn 
Build us up again.

This is the nature of light after all
Filtering into even the darkest spaces
Planting its seeds
In elemental photon form
To one day awaken
Within the dawn.

(5/21/25)

Purple Dreams In Other Realms

Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see 
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, ~Mystic Rose Rose   
 
she shone like the midnight sun; 
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical  
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore ! ~Mystic Rose Rose 
 
Opalescent primroses wrap around the transcendental portal.  
Shimmering dragonflies swoop by,  
Inviting you to explore.  
Like glitter, endless stars adorn the sky.  

Magic reverberates off a lustrous golden handle,  
Turning it ever so slightly.  
A blinding white light shines through;  
Childish laughter fills the atmosphere.  

A rush of scintillating tiny fae buzzes by,  
Releasing a trail of silvery diamond dust behind.  
The scent of fresh summer nights invokes nirvana  
In this mystical wonderland,  
Nestled neatly in trunks of hawthorn trees.

You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass?

You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass?
Just a pair of eyes that now look only to see,
not to feel, not to remember the echo of yesterday,
without a trace of the past, without the outline of the future, just the suspended moment.
A tongue dried of words, not of silence, but of the absence of anything left to say,
a void where once flowed stories and unknown whispers.
A heart that once raced with thoughts, sometimes too fast, sometimes painfully slow,
now beats in a monotonous rhythm, like a tired clock, not to feel, but to survive,
a mechanism silently fulfilling its routine, without the passion that once defined it.
And the soul? Perhaps it's locked away somewhere, though the key still rests in my hand,
but the cage has become a comfortable refuge, for what was needed
to live beyond it... no longer exists now.
A space where once dreams danced freely, now only shadows fall,
for all that was once alive and vibrant has retreated into the silent depths of being,
leaving behind only a long-forgotten melody that reverberates in the silence of the heart.

PEACE-FILLED BLISS

Bliss 
resounds
triumph’s peace*
of wondrous hope
that reverberates
divine victory midst
grievous pangs caused by sin angst
since forgiveness reigns, smiting guilt  
delighting souls with the Lord’s blest grace
for vibrant gratefulness, propelled to share.

Exuding sublime joyfulness with praise 
serene worship prevails over doubt
as hearts freed by the Prince of peace
glow well for reaching-out deeds
leading those in need to
find restful haven
in safe fortress
so secured
by God’s
bliss.

*2Thessalonians 3:16 "Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means. The Lord be with you all."

April 9, 2025
3rd place, "Etheree" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 4/17/2025.

sound of silence

silence reverberates with the cosmic gong
it’s a hum eternal taking all along
sense it in the smile of a child
bliss magnetism, potent yet mild
oh hermit, feel it in the heart, as love’s song

Zen mode

delighting in divine bliss mists that arise
thrilled at the dance of soul’s spontaneity 
gratitude heightens pulse of silent thunder
as ignition renewal continual reverberates

what is there to say
when we are the flame

There is a pattern

There is a pattern.
If you look closely enough.
Sometimes it's broken.
Sometimes it's shattered.
It is simply insignificant.
There is a pattern. 
The pain it caused reverberates. 
The laughter it caused resonates and remains. 
There is a pattern. 
Only those dear and close to you, 
who take the time to reflect on you, 
Find it. 
I repeat.
And they see it clearly.
There is a pattern.

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