Short Pellucid Poems
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Pellucid water reflects
Image of his beloved
Daydreaming about his muse
In the river shore
3-6-2016
Pellucid is a beautiful word
Transparent,translucent,transferred.
Words can combine
I intriguing designs.
Itricate,insightful,inspired
freezing rain embalms cold heart ~ pellucid shell fissures with warm beating
12/23/2017
Written for Monoku Contest
Sponser: Silent One
While walking barefoot
In the pellucid beach sand
Appeared in the mind
Glimpse of the kindred spirit
Betoken of destiny
3-1-2016
swans swim silently
gliding on pellucid pond
sun peeks through grey clouds
mute swans paired for life
seven cygnets swim close by ~
the circle of life
Orca breaches amid
rolling pellucid waves;
pod accompaniment
as arching bodies play.
blowhole sprays celebrate
in random ecstasy;
ocean’s performance art.
Blow
raging
effortless
yet demanding
Sly
Breathe
new life
for fresh lungs
pellucid view
watch
Jodie Williams for Nette's
Turn on the lanterne contest
07 Sept 2011
Find me in the pellucid beach
Pondering about love meaning
Sewn with an invisible thread
Garnering shattered souls in one
Quenching an insatiable thirst
What are you waiting to find me
January 17, 2017
I shall reinstate my poetry
My words will transfer my deepest sensitiveness
Sharing to every soul and heart
Describing my profound fantasies
Being my pellucid portrayal
Poetry shall manifest me.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo |25/07/2018.
Like crystal – that light shines flawlessly through -
were those eyes of yours - beautiful blue.
But now I visit you and see
from behind clouds you peer at me.
Oh, that I could pierce that haze,
restoring the radiance of your pellucid days.
Billowing marshmallow clouds
reflect on pellucid lake
With watercolors and brush
I swiftly capture this stunning scene
7,7,7,9 checked with how many syllables
LIND30SU Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
03/14/22
Starry Night
A bluing sky
Seascape
Aloft
Squalls
Adrift
Currents flowing
Starfish swirls
Stirs heaven
Midst a dark purge
Tamed voices
Outcrops a town
Pellucid
Envision
A
Work of art
Goes
Sprawling
2020 March 04
Cotton clouds brush the end-summer sky,
the meadow below wears crown of topaz dew.
Lining the cinnabar garden path the sepia trees
listen to the autumn’s footfall, striding slow.
Draped by the silver moondust in pellucid night
I instill the essence of September rhapsody.
Ancestral ripples infuse my mind
As I look out early morn.
Twilight luscious, Vermillion hued
The day anew reborn.
Frangipani scents the air
As mockingbirds serenade,
I love this land, where I was born
Where my roots were laid.
A menagerie of memories I have,
Pellucid, are the days.
How can I ever forgive and forget
that evening in my ancestral home,
as past the menagerie we roamed.
Your luscious lips of vermillion
broke my heart in a trillion
pieces as mockingbirds deluded
in the twilight garden secluded
by frangipani which infuse the
air by the moonlit pellucid ripples.
Masking the sound of my sniffles.
I am offended
by your metaphors,
they're vindictive
the way they dangle themselves
above my heartstrings,
periodically plucking
when one gets tangled in the wind
they just hang there
like an untame pennon
waiting to flap
for blatant recognition
my, how you crave those squalls
with such ravenous gluttony,
gnawing at the pellucid air
as though it were chewable
Nostalgia drove me to my ancestral home
The air there was infused with scent of Frangipani
At twilight vermillion rays made the water so
flying mockingbirds made ripples
with droppings on the pellucid river
Some trees bent down with fruits so luscious
The only sound that broke the tranquil
Came from the menagerie
Poor animals made noises
Wanting desperately their release.
Ever since
Life is spasmodic
A broken realm
Of high and low tides
Ever since
There is no one to count
But pellucid self –
Merging into oblivion
Ever since
Time is clocking
Years surrender
To abundance of blame
Ever since
It’s unfinished wars
With narcissistic powers
That reign the rule
Ever since
I have amassed wisdom
That life is too short
To invoke justice
"The streams are my veins" ~ by Constance La France
I feel
I belong to
the pellucid stream that
gently swerves through the rocks as I
stroll leisurely along the rough ravine;
Warm and vibrant, it heals my soul;
My reflection, I see;
The connection
I feel
Date: 08/17/2022
Submitted for: Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Bless me, oh bless me
For my heart that I gave you alone
Bless me with a trust for you
If the heaven is black,
Don't tell me of it's ruddy glow
Don't tell me leaves are black,
Don't tell me goats fly
Let me see the realness of your utterances
Be pellucid as crystal
Be pure as spring
Reality heals,
Even after a painful stung
Bless me, oh bless me
With untainted reality of your words
Monet masterpiece … lilac lilies
romantic rendezvous on pellucid pond
beautiful blossom drifting down
serene swans side by side glide gracefully
pretty pen confident cob
perfect plumage no fluffy feathers
lifetime lovers protective parents
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Alliterisen 2 Poetry Contest
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I gaze up at the pellucid sky
a red tailed hawk is flying high;
it scans for prey, which soon may die ...
rabbits run for your life I want to cry!
I watch transfixed, I am spellbound
and watch it swoop, without a sound,
perhaps its next meal has been found -
with luck its prey flees underground.
Give Me 8 Lines of Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
11/9/19
Water
i whispered
droplets pellucid
means so much
releasing fret
embracing soul
carib of earth
preserve humankind
without you
we all died dry
gurgling your song
drains body
corroborated intention
keep you
clear
clean
fresh
not silenced shall all tongues
want you to remain
dont keep silent
sing out loud
its beauty
water
hear my calls
my intimate
is all yours
~ ( c ) sukmawati komala ~
25 february 2013
It is September and I fly over the twilight with my
Brothers and sisters, luscious ripples of a moment,
Pellucid waters underneath.
We are mockingbirds escaping this menagerie
Of thoughts, pouring in, to infuse our lifeline, our
Bloodline, drinking the nectar of the Frangipani,
As it turns our feathers to acrylic and
We live, once again, in nothing but vermilion sunsets and
Rivers thick with paint.
Ancestral in a moment, we remain.
Mockingbirds mellifluous
lovely luscious notes,
frangipani flaunts
of pellucid pink petals,
infuse a menagerie
of romantic ripples,
when an ancestral affair
of dusk and dawn
in a below horizon vermilion lip lock
turns on a tantalizing Twilight.
10-Jan-2018
Contest: 10 words and 10 lines challenge
Sponsored by: Silent One