In forests deep, where emerald giants rise,
The trees stand tall, their branches reaching high,
A symphony of green beneath the skies,
Their silent whispers echo through the sky.
Like sentinels, they guard the earth below,
Their roots entwined in ancient, sacred ground,
Yet mankind's greed, a relentless blow,
Fells them in silence, without a sound.
But in their sacrifice, a lesson clear,
For trees, like humans, share a common fate,
Both victims of exploitation severe,
Yet both possess a beauty innate.
For in their resilience, both worlds entwine,
In nature's embrace, their spirits shine.
Categories:
sylvan, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Sonnet
Serene surroundings surveil serendipitous seconds
Sending surround sounds surrendering sleep.
Skies soliloquy sings….self supposed sweet songs
Scintillate synonymous svelte synergies suite.
Sheltered savoir-faire synopsis swaying, swinging
Share seasonal’s sunlit sylvan sensibilities sweet.
8-30-22
Bite Size Poem no51 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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7-15-22
Begin with a letter Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Categories:
sylvan, peace, sleep, song, sound,
Form: Alliteration
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)
Categories:
sylvan, freedom, night,
Form: Rhyme
******This poem had special appeal to me in that a friend had brought up that I had a talent for poetry and he encouraged me to write more. I was very proud of this piece, which was written at one of my 'hideaways' where I find inspiration; nature poetry or what some call 'nature erotica'. This poem was anthologized, which makes me feel rather fortunate, since a publisher requested it among many other poets and great poems. I think I finally 'saw' what my friend had after it was officially published*****
Amid the sylvan shade,
the footpaths teem with wooded laugh,
the sylph she giggles atop aerie slumber,
tickled in soft-slender breeze;
the nectar dews,
meady-moss and carpet-leaves,
juniper and berry-sweet breath
She sings amid the sylvan shade
nothing to do but sigh and dream
her wanton-wistful way
The glade whispers wishes (weening)
tempered hush,
echoed odes of faerie-tongue forgotten rhyme,
But for the meadow and vale,
aerie eagle cries,
none has come but I;
to sit and ponder, and listen -----
homage,
amid the sylvan shade
Categories:
sylvan, mythology, nature, peace,
Form: Classicism
Looking from a foggy window pane
Onto luscious Sylvan Forests, in the rain
Greens abundantly covered, as they wane
Aromas from earthen cleanliness of terrain
Where behind ancient mountains reign
Meandering for miles, so lazy, on a slow train
Enjoying our views, daydreaming, so insane
Of how the earth is lovely and must remain
Tranquility came; visiting this mountain, again
The grand old venerable hills of Spain
Here my heart shall linger and abstain
From wanting to stay, though, I shan’t constrain
How mysterious is that mountain forest, in a holy domain
Curiously de’jevu visits my cerebral nostalgic brain
Written May 20, 2016 for the Monorhyme Poetry Contest of Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
sylvan, beauty, earth, solitude, spiritual,
Form: Monorhyme
At the forest's sylvan edge I watched her magic in flight.
Sunlight shimmered on butterfly wings as I saw her alight.
Tranquility transformed me in her iolite's iridescent light
While tall ancient redwoods displayed venerable insight.
Serenaded by bird songs I admired such a salubrious sight
Of the flapping of feathers as a small flock took flight.
They soared above verdant canopies from their lofty height
Then they circled in unison while the sun beckoned bright.
The fresh scent of the woodlands inhaled during twilight
Endowed a mysterious fragrance to the oncoming night.
As Apollo's rainbow rays began fading from my sight
I felt elated by the greatness of God's glorious might.
May 20, 2016
~4th Place Premiere Contest~6 winners
Monorhyme
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
sylvan, butterfly, nature, sunset,
Form: Monorhyme
Beholding the natural intricacies of nature
Is a sight most intriguing for the gesture
Found in the flamboyancy of natural art
Observed in picturesque landscapes in part.
The land lays in calm tranquility
This Sylvan land, a beneficial quality,
A background of lofty mountains with breeze
Venerable parks of forested trees.
Mysterious is the beautiful and creative layout
That the Creator gave all creation as a payout,
To enjoy the ancient splendorous Eden-like
But forested evervescent garland theme pike.
Included too are also Earth's moon, clouds and
Often a rainbow lurking over for his majestic stand!
Contest Title: Monorhyme - Poetry Contest
Poetry Contest Deadline: Tuesday, June 07, 2016
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date submitted: May 20th 2016.
Categories:
sylvan, allah, animal, beauty, imagery,
Form: Monorhyme
Ancient and mysterious woodland bear,
medieval tranquility and flair.
Heaven sylvan scenery colour share,
massive sprays of bloom flowers scent the air.
Twisty esker gravel ridge, lie through their
beautiful valleys, woods, and bower square.
Echoes of aged venerable prayer ,
lull under trees and gardens, with vast air,
with such depth of love that may never err.
Complete empowering of life we share,
while softly scented zephyrs blew and stare.
Oodles buzzing bees through oleander,
hummingbirds thirst honeysuckle nectar.
Under venerable dome they appear
ancient and mysterious woodland bear.
5/17/2016
Categories:
sylvan, imagery, nature,
Form: Monorhyme
Spring unveils the vibrant sylvan beauty
Lying quiescent under winter's mysterious tranquility
The honeybees, suddenly sharp with visibility
Land on peonies with an honest predictability.
The larks and jays hopping with agility
Recite ancient melodies with renewed ability
The merry robin aplomb with fertility
Flutters away, skirting unbound virility.
The verdant leaves smile with humility
Accentuating the bulwark trees dignity.
The nascent buds sway with such fragility
Filling nooks and crevices with love and sensibility.
Basking in venerable nature’s nobility
My heart knows no limits or stability.
Written on 05/07/2016
Categories:
sylvan, bird, spring,
Form: Monorhyme
The sylvan landscape stretched for miles
reached across golden fields by stiles.
Leaves carpeted the ground like tiles
whilst branches lay in gathered woodpiles.
Ancient venerable trees lined the aisles
that wandered willy nilly like juveniles.
Along the river's banks were basking reptiles
with mouths that upturned in happy smiles.
In the midst of the rushing water were isles
that rose up high like big projectiles.
And trees marched up the hills in files
giving shelter to the fox and his wiles.
The peace of the woodlands beguiles
within its tranquillity there are no exiles.
Categories:
sylvan, nature, tree,
Form: Monorhyme
Amid the sylvan shade,
the footpaths teem with wooded laugh,
the sylph she giggles atop aerie slumber,
tickled in soft-slender breeze;
the nectar dews,
meady-moss and carpet-leaves,
juniper and berry-sweet breath
She sings amid the sylvan shade
nothing to do but sigh and dream
her wanton-wistful way
The glade whispers wishes (weening)
tempered hush,
echoed odes of faerie-tongue forgotten rhyme,
But for the meadow and vale,
aerie eagle cries,
none has come but I;
to sit and ponder, and listen -----
homage,
amid the sylvan shade
Keith Hunt (c) 2011 Anthologized in 2012
Categories:
sylvan, nature, peace, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Ancient relic your stock declare
Blanched, burnished cloak but meager fare
Your precious pulp carefully lay bare
Crescent, lobed leaves bleed a fathom or share
Nutty residual, fleeting equity you'll readily spare
Sylvan fortress; natural haven
Artfully sculpted; gratuitously graven
Fertile proprietor whose bounty is raven
Perennial bulwark; temporal sanctuary to the craven
Vaulted repository tapped by every enterprising maven
Your wavy blades insect's armored chair
Your peeling canvas terminators doth pare
Your fawning tentacles avionic lair
Your brigand hull leased for wear
Categories:
sylvan, nature
Form: Rhyme
The cracker crisp Maine air
rang with the rooster’s revel.
Moving day, time to clean the hens shed.
Monstrous three story hatchery,
thousands of burnt umber; beauties a laying.
Lace edged bobby socks, red Keds, barrettes, T-shirt and short;
and off to the hen house, pony tail bouncing.
Immersed in the acrid reek of chicken dew;
Blue jean boys, Georgie, Wayne,
Aunt Donna and pony tail girl;
wade through squawk, cluck and doodle.
Horrific chore, girl eraser, the boys gawk on.
Up they all must go! Sunny side up!
Up, up, with the upside down
omelet laying peckers.
Grande dames lance laces,
buttons and barrettes.
wing flap, feathers fly,
deep brown questioning eyes.
“Get along with you three!”
Aunt Donna screams spitting feathers
above the din. “Up stairs
with the whole damn lot of them!”
The boys eye the girl and with a tilt of her chin
and scrawny pecker in each diminutive hand;
they troop gingerly over the sawdust refuse strewn floor,
up the tangled trio go, up!
Categories:
sylvan, nostalgiagirl,
Form: Narrative