Short Sylvan Poems
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soliloquy of softness saddened
somber sleeping of starlight sound
song of silken sylvan sunset
psalm of satisfaction found
Disappeared? Moon on the wane - by...a shroud?
just a cloud... and some rain.
I know I'll see her again
on this sylvan, country lane.
AUBADE
light through darkness spills
a verdant sylvan idyll-
night concedes the day
a fog blanket
hides the horizon-
imagination is king
cove of stark comfort
simplicity of forest
verbena-pine scent
I don’t care if i see stars
immersed in sylvan fancies
9/14/2020
Show I not scrapers of skies, but majestic
Snow-capped mountains in alpine glow.
Show I not individuals of plastic;
But verdure and sylvan where songbirds show.
A silent maid
born of starlight
glides forlorn
deserted by moons
and her blessed tribe
in hallowed mansions
far beyond
the wooded places.
My entry-C
GENESIS
light through darkness spills
a verdant sylvan idyll-
night concedes the day
Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'
Listen to the silence,
hear each frozen word
wrap your mind around itself
distant from the herd
Feel the bracing numbness,
lift what can’t be touched
free one starling in the night
—windblown through the musk
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
transfigured
static
serene
sensitive
shaped
shadows
in
space
flooded
fixed
flowing
vitality
in
sylvan
engravings
illume
&
influence
the
indifferent
from
the
discernible
to
enrich
&
ornament
On her velvet, aquamarine divan,
With poetic thoughts, so sylvan.
At peace with midnight’s universe.
The starlit sky, understands her verse.
How near to God, in heart, is she.
Her feathered, poetic quill, sings of eternity!
1/6/2023
Silvan black
Come the grackles
Shimmering blue streaks
Darting toward the sound
Of bird song glee
Bullies
In Zorro garb
Storm the bird feeder
Black darts
Flung at swaying targets
Challenging
The squirrels reign.
Sparrows
Root for the stalking cat
To strike
Leap high
A streak of red
Upon the sylvan black
A forlorn figure pines while traipsing down the meadow,
dawn dewdrop wet sprinkles mock her sylvan shadow,
red sky ablaze mere ornate first light wrinkled lull,
hazy whisper from mint gust for maiden that blind pull,
or bright hue’d usher to green moss-strewn meander,
where rainbow trout a wily catch might quell one edgy bystander
fragrant velvet crush
urn on crystal verge adorned
spooky sylvan shade
Date posted and created on Poetry Soup : 24 August 2020
Contest : Haiku - Color with Alliteration
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
NB
In case of any ambiguity Velvet is the requisite contest color.
Crystal is a solid substance with regular geometric features.
Verge is an edge.
QUIET TIMES
Shall I or shan’t I
In depression overcoat,
all is blue with me
shall I turn back on stepping
stones of yesteryear.Wait
I will reflect,just for a moment
nothing matter,in this silence
quietness stirs,light through
darkness spills a verdant
sylvan light.How green my
memories Ah I live again
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name ichthyschiro
silent, sparkling, saturating,silver
streaked-sky...
sleeping, sonneteers,in states of
sky-castles snore...
sanguine, self-assured,and so sunset-sure...
something supremely splendid to scribe...
softly, sylvan on some soul's snuggly, splendorous, spirit...
September 23, 2019
It was supposed to be a hiking trip
but, turned into more than that;
an experience like no other.
Just around the sylvan bend,
celestial light glowing;
unearthly gossamer orb
ethereal voice warning,
“there’s a cliff ahead!”
Miracles do happen,
I’ve lived to tell the tale;
if I’d walked one more yard
I’d be floating down Styx.
Mysterious are venerable trees.
The ancient massive trees one sometimes sees
deep in the woods exist in seeming ease
through endless cycles - spring to winter’s freeze.
In great tranquility stand such as these.
What changes have they seen through centuries?
What secrets have been whispered in each breeze?
Pondering, I gaze at sylvan beauties.
HIDDEN BEAUTY
Mystery in the wood dark
With clear sky peeping through
What does the next path hide?
What will the leaves reveal?
Song from a meadowlark?
Deep lake velvet blue?
But the breeze has sighed
And tries to all conceal -
I must try to closer hark
Before I sadly say adieu
To my unravished sylvan bride
And a farewell glance I steal.
Heaven Sent
Slowly, dawn emerges with crimson rays,
Portrays its sovereign self amidst the hues
As warmth endows its worth on seas of trees.
Waves of verdant growth glows in divine design
Where sylvan showers cap canopies with a
Transparent radiant rainbow arc’s blessing.
6-17-22
~Honorable Mention~
Bite Size Poem no.47 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
He waits in a sylvan wood
mentor cloaked in
orange and black;
courage is the lesson
of this spirit of prey.
Empirical justice is
the swords he wields;
a traveler of astral light;
journeyman of the stars.
Daughter of Artemus,
and lifelong totem
hunting ethereal woodlands
sustenance of my soul;
silken-furred guide,
I melt into your gentility...
teach me.
There’s nothing sylvan
about the Ivy League
Subversive in nature
all take and no give
In period camouflage
they feign to belong
Their hatchlings abhorrent
together they throng
Our country’s traditions
they chop on the block
What many have died for
their travesty mocks
And living entitled
they suck and they draw
Rewriting our history
—their lies become law
(The New Room: October, 2023)
The temple of Venus of Imperial Rome has withstood time,
it has also captured many poets making verses of rhyme;
the MYSTERIOUS temple was once adorned with thyme,
it still stands in a landscape of TRANQUILITY so sublime.
Venus was an ANCIENT deity as VENERABLE as springtime,
now she's a phantom in a temple that lures clowns that mime...
it had that SYLVAN charm without the ugliness of urban grime.
Written on 5/8/2016
Rhythm of the Sand Pine
Lazily waving in the brisk morning air;
Tranquility of a sylvan setting so strikingly rare.
Flailing her arms like the great timberland bear;
This venerable statesman which none can compare.
A mighty conifer standing in the woodland foursquare,
As mysterious and perplexing as the elusive sea hare.
Ancestral descendants of ancient forebears,
Standing at arms, trespassers beware.
May 20, 2016
Nurture Nature
Nature is vast and versatile in diversity
Fantastic flora and fauna in quantum quality
Bow to SYLVAN, sacred forest in TRANQUILITY.
Life owes to origin of species as identity.
Evolution of ANCIENT Nature was the priority.
Extinction of species happens on natural calamity.
Nature is MISTERIOUS in beast and beauty.
Nurture Nature for future in perfect purity.
05/12/16
Mossy thresholds open,
mud slips into small lighthouses
on the shoreline of the season.
Backyard rockpools
become repositories of sunshine.
Roots and puddles
congregate in underground weddings.
Lost towns emerge to be found.
A raining wash rinses the deep surfaces,
teases the earth ajar,
the ground surrenders to fulfill a promise,
a warming breath patches green sleeves,
plants green vowels
in the sylvan silt and the softening.