Splays Poems | Examples

Fairy Comes with a Promise

Twirling her fairy skirt,
   a lace and pearl dessert.

His eyes hypnotized by
   the lace and pearl overt.

Bells on her fingertips,
   this lace and pearl concert.

She gives her all to him
   in lace and pearl exert.

Her father hides her in
   the lace and pearl turret.

But marriage promise
   gifts lace and pearl convert.

Twinkling eyes of the groom
   splays lace and pearl dessert.

The Blade

Every glance is a sharpened knife
aimed at a love getting harder to hide

my hand splays out, gripping your waist
the blade piercing flesh, desire misplaced

the urge to hold tighter never leaves
leaving me colder than fallen leaves
a body drained, its warmth set free,
bloodless, breathless—cut by need.

Zephyr

a soft wind embraces the skin of the sea
as twilight dances across a changing sky
in a gown of flowing red sunset
surrounded by the silhouettes of birds
   gliding on the breeze
before the night appears
wearing a glittering dress of thinly veiled glows
that spread across the black sky in sparkled light
   as it takes center stage
turning the wind-blown sea into a dazzling spectacle
when the moon parts a curtain of clouds
and splays its rays upon the waves
enfolded by the soft wind, filled with a hint of salt
a nurtured ambiance
from the silent serenity of a Western zephyr


5/12/23
contest Writing Challenge "Z" words
sponsor Constance La France

Beth Hart

Her pink okra fingers play violoncello,
Rises from her harmonic throat songs so mellow;
Is she a swallow? A skylark? A Nightingale?
Or the Greek goddess Calliope's sweet-sounding tale...?

An amalgamation of Bach and Beethoven,
Splays open, in and through her, like a vast ocean;
Piano, cello, bass guitar, and percussion,
Her heart and hands try all with perfect precision...!

Venomous feelings of infantile memories,
Childhood and adulthood draperies of worries;
Mushroom-like or monsoon creatures-like resentments,
Repetitions of termite-eating sentiments...

Like palms or banyans or olives Beth Hart withstood,
Worries and cares, though, continued as wild Redwood;
Grim hurt, anger, embarrassment, and frustration,
Could all these, yet, crash her creative causation...?

Rocks and boulders and hard hills, and mountains she breaks,
Earthquakes and volcanoes of destructions she shakes;
"Screamin' for My Supper", "LA Song (Out of This Town)",
Midst best melodic arts, Beth has her laurel crown...!!!


08 May 2023
Beth Hart Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked  At:  Rhymes Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables

Nature

The heart of the meadow
is a solitude of wonder that stretches to the horizon
where a red ribbon offers the awakening dawn
in a paradise of glorious glow
that reflect in my eyes of wonder

Where silence is welcomed
by a mortal soul yearning
for a painted palette of color
that begins at the end of an endless meadow
that lay on the banks of a meandering stream
formed by cascading waterfalls
pouring over ancient cliffs from mountain snow

where a dove is heard as a mist rises
to dance on the leaves of flowers
leaving dew for a gentle purpose

the eastern sky has lit
and splays its rays upon the wet stones
of the lonely stream
to leave a sparkling glow of tranquility
in a tabernacle of vibrant technicolor

where my curious eyes wade into the shadowed lace
of leaves dripping with dew
seeking birds of beauty hidden in an oasis of limbs

like a distant note that echos through the valley
the red horizon becomes a chorus of light
where my longing soul can wander this lonely stream
of fragrant wildflowers
and welcome the gentleness of Nature


3/21/23
contest Writing Challenge "N" words
sponsor Constance La France
Nature

That Special Time of Year

It's here- that special time of year- once more,
when autumn leaves bid their farewell to trees
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.

The velvet green that covered them before-
no longer kissed by summer's gentle breeze.
It's here- that special time of year, once more.

Such lovely, pastel blooms, the summer bore;
now sturdy plants of bright fall colors, please-
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.

Along a path, or gracing a front door-
they can withstand temps lower in degrees;
it's here- that special time of year- once more.

The autumn paints new landscapes to explore
warm, burnished scenes before the winter freeze;
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.

As autumn splays its red and gold splendor-
for sure, this beauty always will appease.
It's here- that special time of year, once more
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.


November 3, 2022

Premiere Contest: Third-Person Villanelle
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins

Winter Comes Early In the Mountains

Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
Wintry weather creeps down with passing days,
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.

Many of the larger critters are sadly trapped,
For they have not adjusted to our urban ways
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.

Tall, spindly pines are in thin snowsuits wrapped
In the wind a snow-laden limb melodically sways
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.

Native brown bears, fat and lazy, seem zapped
As they search for a safe place while winter splays
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.

Before the snow can melt, it is once again lapped
Piling up high, thwarting mountain hiking forays
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.

For years the mountain trails have been mapped
It’s possible to enjoy those Christmas Eve sleighs
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.

Written October 29, 2022

Universal Language

universal language 


                  sublimating v
     hale bopp tail splays ice debris ~
             sign of cosmic peace

Beautiful Rose

Beautiful rose you take my breath away
you with your pastel colors of pink 
resemble the sky when
daylight splays   
you, with your beauty at the brink 
of dawn, you scentacize my days...

R              O              S             E

Echo

Echo 

A web waves in the warm breeze,
caught between ancient wooden struts,
indefensible, beneath an empty seat.
It splays to breaking point; 
fine-knit, like a fibre-glass veil;
delicate strength resisting air.

Behind, purple bell-shaped blooms bow their heads in unison,
deferring to the weight
of a sprinkler’s misty jet,
that fans out in the shape of victory.

But it is not these shimmering droplets
that crystallise quietness;
nor the opaque haze,
as heat warps the scene into film;
it is not even the web, hanging on, precarious,
like angel-hair, suspended,
where even one breath might fracture the whole.

My quiet distils
to single drips
echoing inside a hollow barrel,
like an insistent broken tap
in a sleeping house at midnight,
incessantly filling night’s spaces
until dawn arrives again.

When Daylight Becomes Minuscule

The slow red sun falls through the dusk gray sky
Shadows from bird's wings glide casually by

Feathered limbs carry them away from night
They float through skies of layered painted light

The day changes coats when night creatures sing
Dim stars appear like an uncoiling string

The worn cloth of time turns into twilight
Harmonies of night fill ears with delight

Sunlight ends on a quiet spinning spool
The red of its light becomes minuscule

Moonlight splays upon a realm of starlight
And brings its own layers of painted light

I watched in awe at this slow changing scene
Only my whispers of thanks intervene


3/21/21
contest Rhyming Couplets
sponsor Janice Canerdy

Lifes Mysteries

Like the sparkling stream flowing down the hill
I see you dance around my green meadow,
Feel the air of ecstasy standing still,
Enticed by the ripples, your shy smile shows.
Shimmering dawn flushing the horizon

Masks your mystique face as the red sun burns.
Yearning splays hues in the sky of my own,
Straying there to wisps of cloud your smile turns.
Treading in blue night you’re drenched in stardust,
Enigma like sparks on you I see glow,
Rinsing you with secret aura of lust,
Its cadence in your smile begins to flow.
Even if from close many times I see,
Still, for me your smile is a mystery.

December 14. 2020
Syllable count : 10 per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Contest : Lifes Mysteries
Sponsor : John Hamilton

A Sliver of Nirvana

Oh, Wintertime with weathered hue
   of leafless trees and faded lawns;
      the sting of cold with biting winds,
much shorter days and dreary dawns-

Oh, Winter, with your weathered hue-
      I share my winter blues with you.

As I, behind this window, stand-
   observe this season that holds sway,
      I'm filled with ashen, Winter gloom
that buried Autumn's lovely stay.

Oh, Winter, with your weathered hue-
      I share my winter blues with you.

But, now I see your snowflakes fall
   to quickly transform grays to white!
      Your blanket gleams below blue skies-
becomes white satin neath moonlight.

Oh, Winter, hide your weathered hue-
      whitewash my winter blues with you.

Uplifted by your pristine snow- 
   the bright sun beaming off its glaze,
      I know that dormant Spring will rise-
a sliver of nirvana splays.

Oh, Springtime will bring life anew-
      and I will share in rebirth too.

Curvaceous Moon

twas dark, a hen's night   
stillness abandoned fright   
knocks echoed freely   
her presence held
chimera fragments 
an innate realm   

unbeknownst reasons 
dare overwhelm   
  
a shoulder-companion gone lain   
unearthed my being hath slain   
seams seared, half-bakes felt  
rivers hot, unadulterated knelt   
  
twilight's heightened bell   
barriers broken bedlam befell   

curvaceous moon slip away
  
chamber dust filled out of old   
breaths breathing air gone cold
pumps pursed crimson clouded lips   
breading beats inner anguish sipped   
  
lingers light in parchement craved   
digging deep, past stones yet paved   
  
pebbled path's growth graves utter grief   
sight lines fall with Autumn's leaf   
promise skips 'cross barren ponds   
flight trapped pain becomes undone   

curvaceous moon come to stay
  
marched beats slow and humble   
vagabond makings soon to tumble   

hearts welcomed back home   
  
release, the wilderness calls   
blessed, respite guides the walls   
yellow splays the morning 
(or is it night)  
balance tips the scales

Giraffe At the Watering Hole

Giraffe at the watering hole

	
She splays her forelegs one at a time
levering, leaving dignity 
behind, easing down to a 
half sideways split; then bends
to drink, hoping no 
lion arrives
blood-blushing
head rush
up

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