Short Dulcet Tones Poems
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A gentle breeze carried the tune
of a lady gone too soon.
I listened to it longingly until,
inside my bones, it caused a chill;
and then blew my dreams through other bones,
across centuries of dulcet tones.
Once when I was lost,
I laid my head down,
On a bed of leaves,
And dragged the night over me,
As it drizzled on me,
I tossed and turned,
And In a waking dream,
I could see the trees bending over me,
Talking in dulcet tones.
Form:
Nondescript brown bird of renown,
nightly you serenade me.
Golden dulcet tones flood the woods
and I am wafted far away,
off into a wondrous dream world
full of mystical creatures.
written 01/13/2015
Contest: Night Creatures
by Shadow950
5: Nightingale
My darling ELOQUENTLY WHISPERED in DULCET tones “I Love You”
as she lay TRANQUIL once more in the SPLENDOR of BLISS,
while a pair of Mourning Doves offered LILTING songs of peace and love
to be carried on the breeze, like the WAFTING of FRAGRANT LAVENDER
that often bathes us in the serenity of our afterglow.
Splen'drous verse in silent tongue-
The arias of the night,
Their strains a'sail 'pon saddened seas
In dulcet tones of yearning
To this lonely dance some comfort bring...
For what fathoms boasts the myst'ried Deep
That Love has not the greater?
What fragrance speaks Spring's choicest bloom
That Longing's not the more?
A breath is drawn, as morning dawns
the flute, to lips, does rise
mellow notes echo ‘round
as sunlight streaks the skies
Night shadows fade, dim canyon walls
glow purple, red and pink
dulcet tones cascading
for thirsty souls to drink
Daybreaks first blush, a dewy kiss
arouse a sleepy world
harmony meets horizon
the sunrise has unfurled
I serenade my wife each night
With songs both old and new
To show how much I love her
It just seems the thing to do
But she is not enamoured
To hear my dulcet tones
She says it's just annoying
And it grates upon her bones
She says “just you keep quiet,
And I'll tell you this for free
If you don't stop your racket
You'll get nothing for your tea”
Listen to poem:
In a window with a bellrope ready sits old blind Captain Cat
calling in the day, with his old yarns wagging on the door mat.
He hears the postman's rat-a-tat, kids' feet skipping on cobble stones,
all the secrets leaking out windows, in furtive dulcet tones.
Dylan Thomas's beloved character 'Captain Cat', in the radio play for voices 'Under Milk Wood'.
In dulcet tones
known just to me—
(nonverbal,
some would say),
though delicate
is not your speed,
I hear what you can’t say.
Consolation
is to breathe.
Allure means just to beg.
Mirage is only
what I see.
Who’d pivot
from your face?
Today’s an anniversary?
You’re with me
every day.
I’d favor flesh
instead of this
but death got in the way.
January 31, 2019
Eight Word Anniversary Poetry Contest
...My heart perceived your treacherous smiles
Or unmasked your alluringly camouflaged eyes
Or your face remained buried in a myriad of guise.
But this is Life: you fall in a trap; in lies it’s shrouded
By the dulcet tones and sparkling eyes, you’re hypnotized;
Faces you encounter shape your reality & can’t be avoided
I wish I saw your true face
Now my love, I can’t replace
And the pain, I can never erase
Sitting here waiting
remembering
Your voice in my head
Helping me feel less dead
Inside all a quiver
Your voice a thrill delivers
At your dulcet tones
I let slip a soft moan
My name from your lips
Is like a loving kiss
Rain falling gently down
Good memories abound
Heart that is full
No longer dull
Towards life
Open and sharing
Love and caring
These things I feel in full measure
And will now and always treasure
Form:
I watch you
darting in and out
the peripheral
of my life
I try not to notice,
scratching at my eyes
I forced myself
to scour them out
hearing your voice
its dulcet tones
wrap me in velvet,
I shiver to the bone
trying not to hear
my hands grasp
my ears, until beating
I rip them off
a waft of Joop smothers
me in your scent,
maddened, my desire
for you peaks
I cannot see you
and will never hear you
and your smell
drives me wild
If only
Amidst dulcet tones of mid-day
a friendly hum tickles my ear
before rollicking into view
My eyes cavort, my head does sway
I'm led in dance as it draws near
cool in temper and warm in hue
Its beauty boasts in modest May
its curiosity sincere
now where there was one, there are few
A rainbow of colors array
these flying jewels, I endear
we share a smile then bid adieu
Moments of frisson, chill the arm
as a witness to nature's Charm
Hand in hand walking streams
Evening air and realized dreams
Beating heart and touching lips
Silhouettes, as the sun it slips
Scented steps of sandaled toes
Like the steam the aura flows
In the ambience of twilights fall
The dulcet tones of Cupids call
And to her heart I must reveal
Truest thoughts of how I feel
Of the binding I wish to share
Of how I long and want to care
Evening air and realized dreams
Words to flow in pinnate reams
Just off the boat
Seventy four years ago
Nationality thrice changed
Misunderstood by all
Spurned by mother India
Disowned by the King
Distrusted by our rulers
Misunderstood by all
We are patriotic too
Though often locked out
To the laager we retreat
Misunderstood by all
Neither here nor there
Speaking in dulcet tones
Not in our mother tongue
Misundertood by all
As we grow old and lonely
We crave attention
Needy and entitled
Misunderstood by all
‘I wear the chain forged in life.’ – Charles Dickens from A Christmas Carol.
Enduring the daily drudgery ahead –
providing no comfort, only burden.
Resisting the luxury of memories
as regrets only serve a selfish purpose –
clamouring like Marley’s chains.
The dulcet tones of unchained laughter
free of guile and regrets.
I welcome the many fond memories –
comforting medals of honour.
I embrace the promise of the family gathering ahead.
Spirits float and glide
on the notes of the Native flute
echoing off the canyon walls
resounding through the pine scented forests
cascading over crystal falls
dulcet tones soft as a lovers caress
the melodic winds drift and sigh
as rivers flow through pristine mountains
coaxing the morning star over the horizon.
Vignette on the theme of a piece of music
inspired by: Song for the Morning Star
By: R. Carlos Nakai - Native American Flute Music
from the: Canyon Trilogy CD