Short Zeniths Poems
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Are Bullets Coded Death Especially For Greed?
How Insane.
Justice Knows Liars Manage Nations Often, Period.
Quite Ranbunctious Soldiers Terrorize Upstarts.
Villains.
Weak.
Xenophobes; Yearning Zeniths.
Form:
All brimming crystal drizzled earth frazzled glory hugged;
Icicles jousting kaleidoscopic light, meets
Natures overfrosted pinnacled quiverings.
Raining snow tumults us, Life-like vanities:
Waning xylems' younger zeniths
snow-topped zeniths rise
iced water softly shuffles…
sky a grumpy shade
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: March 3rd, 2022
H Forms - Traditional Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
conjure cumulus frost bitten clouds
blinding billows sculptured shrouds
zeniths growing burgeoning flowers
amplified pulsing pastel towers
cotton confections mountainous might
splendiferous altars vestal white
veiled vapors frosty smoke
cumulus canvas draws cloud gazing folk
Alluring Brightness Connects Darkened Earth: Fully, Gravity Heeds Illumination’s Jihad… Kilometers Lengthen, Mankind Notices Observable Places, Quarks, Rotations; Sunsets Thrill, United Valiantly; Watching Xanadu’s Yellow Zeniths.
© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Nature’s Bounty ABC Form
Sponsored by: john freeman
consider cumulus frost-bitten clouds
curious billows sporting fluffy shrouds
zeniths growing, burgeoning powers
forming glorious looming towers
hyperboles design brief distortions
comic sketches of monstrous proportions
colliding cotton, silvery might
enormous collections, wondrous white
cryptic constructions, icy smoke
cumulus clouds lure sky-eyeing folk
hewn works mimic stunning sculpture
structures wrought from counterculture
: the highest point.
Oh
dear
sweet summit
Your touch enraptures
the soul of me
beloved pinnacle
Of mine affections
so strongly standing
Fall not to the sea
Lest I should follow
By way of deepest sleep
Should this sweet apex be no more~
Whose hearts shall then beat?
Should it be-- left to the climax of sorrow?
Nay, Let us then stay as love's sweet zeniths for today
Hopefully we shall lovingly share, all of our tomorrows...