A soft wind waltzed in the darkness of night
With a silver moon shedding a dim light,
A wild willow wafting with gentle grace,
Reflecting the shine of stars on its face
With wooing wind whispering a sweet song
While frolicking on verdant leaves along,
Awaking crickets close from fields to creep,
Lulling my weary soul slowly to sleep,
Caressing the grass on the front yard lawn~
Somehow, this view left me with break of dawn.
(I decided not to enter this in a contest as I like the title to be Frozen Bloom --still conceiving this...)
she was sitting by the old porch
holding a yearbook
when he returned to his old abode
he saw her with thumb sandwiched by the pages
where a tiny blossom was pressed
the lavender hue slowly turning into grey
as if it was there sometime ago
he could hear a sonata fading from afar
as he was about to run to her,
she turned her face away
and vanished in the gossamer silhouette of the fading twilight
winter came, his heart was a cold as snowflakes landing on his cheeks
that Monday morning
and he found this blossom
this frozen blossom hanging on cherry branch
as if it was the last to cling
she was not there in the old porch
gone were the hanging vines
that waltzed with the west wind
gone were the sweet songs from a cassette recorder
but the rocking chair was still there~
he sighed and whispered to the frozen blossom
that he'll keep on waiting till he hear her footsteps
coming close to him once again
even when he knew not when.
A soft breeze blows light as a feather.
A promise that had us in thrall.
A zephyr that flowed all around,
A perfume that exalted our feelings.
It waltzed through the orchard.
Light seeds flowed on the sweet airflow.
Blossoms shone in the pale setting sun.
And I feel exhilarated with joy.
Vanilla scented half-face.
Nails pointed, gold filigree.
Wild flicker waltzed in jade eyes.
Red and gold diamonds in
his Columbina Rombi.
Virtuous and robust curves;
shadows flicker discontent.
The man in the elevator pressed every floor,
Then grinned at us all like he'd settled a score.
"I'm practicing patience," he said with a wink,
"And testing if anyone's close to the brink.”
We stopped at floor two
he hummed a tune,
At three, he tap-danced,
at four, howled at the moon.
By seven, he'd fashioned a hat from his tie,
At nine, he was teaching the buttons to fly.
When finally we reached the twenty-third floor,
He bowed like a maestro and waltzed out the door,
Leaving us stunned in that small metal room
Wondering if we were the ones to assume.
Hordes of people rushed everywhere
I took one misstep and lay there
No use wearing a frown
So, I laughed like a clown
Bowed and waltzed off without a care
She waltzed and tangoed on ballroom floor, her
partner an Umbrella !
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The Stumble and Rise Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jami Patterson
Contest Judged: 9/30/2025 8:28:00 AM
( Honorable Mention )
I stumbled straight down by surprise,
To laughter and widening eyes-
But I jumped to my feet,
Made the misstep a beat
and waltzed as the crowd cheered my rise.
Shadows shift in flickering flame
Vows made, now stained with your name
Our flame, once bold and bright
Now wanes upon this cold, stark night
I see the distance in your eyes
Reflecting echoes of love’s goodbye
Emptiness fills your silent stare
A longing still lingers in the air
Your heart, once gentle, has lost its grace
Betrayal bleeds—a bitter taste
Sarcasm drips from lips once sweet
A soured promise, my heart retreats
Through veins of passion, ice takes hold
Your touch, once warm, now a numbing cold
Loneliness wraps around us tight
This silent suffering, my secret plight
Our flame that waltzed is now a wisp
A puff of smoke from a burnt-out wick
Haunted by love that burned too fast
Our fading ember, reduced to ash
MOUSE PRINCESS
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In a kingdom where cheese was the prize,
Lived a mouse princess with green eyes.
She donned a small crown,
Above her royal gown,
And danced under moonlit skies.
She hosted royal balls in the night,
With her friends, the brave bugs in flight.
They waltzed across the floor,
While the cats did snore and snore,
And the cheese wheels rolled with delight.
“Oh, dear!” squeaked the princess with glee,
“The best party’s here. Hurry! Come and see!”
With a nibble and bite,
We’ll feast till the morning light,
And toast with a crumb of brie!
in wonderment she waltzed to womanhood -
wildflower whirlwind
met world
hello my darling
he said to me
as he waltzed casually
back into my like
AP: 1st place 2025
I finally went dancing again
This time my partner was a ghost from the past
Their movements so fluid that it felt like I was on an island
Their touch so cold I thought I would catch hypothermia
Their face so distorted colors bent and contracted around them
We twirled and waltzed throughout the night
We both knew the steps
One step, two step, pause, pull away, pull them in, twirl
But something was different
I could no longer feel that spark that once was there
That electric feeling that sent shivers down my spine is gone
I feel nothing as our eyes meet
I don't feel the rhythm in my heart
I don't feel a sweet sensation meeting my taste buds
All that once was is gone
I guess that's what it means to dance with a ghost.
Come! We'll fall into Saturn's ice arms
We'll skate on her rings as moons arise
On my toes, I'll spin woes into charms
see amethyst form storm's sultry skies
Smile at lightning's attempted disguise.
We'll skate together and then alone
leaving imprints, as settlers perhaps
Marking a path for others to own
among icey confines, Nature's lapse
finding wonder, unable to grasp
Skating back and forth on Saturn's rings,
you stop to stir stardust into night
Enchanted moments we hope to bring
in dreams, perhaps. or by candlelight
songs of the Muses, in frigid flight
Wayward clouds, silken-spun, drift away
They waltzed in tunes from a spilling crest
Dawn's faint hues entice night into day
I gather stars and place in your vest
Sadly, we leave, for we were but guests
When Mr Darcy brought my hand to his lips
Drenched in sweet longing before the scale tips
I, fraught with naivety and desire
Held trust cast into the furnace of mire
Dear friend, two offspring, a dog and a cat
In our fineries we waltzed to 'Take That'
Unbeknown to me, alas we were three
Lipstick etched upon my fine filigree
Teeth gnashing, I challenged indiscretion
He dismissed my genteel inquisition
Contact made with a bedpan appliance
Hence, now divorced in act of defiance
Dear reader, this ends with no tale of woe
On the dating app, I curtsey and go
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