Poetry competition CLOSED 24th April 2015 7:09am
WINNER
professoryackle
View Profile Poems by professoryackle
trophy
RUNNERS-UP: Dataface00 and PsychicApocalypse

Go to page:

ENCHANTED FOREST

ButcherScraps
Belial
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 7th Oct 2013
Forum Posts: 38

One of my more favored forest poems, "Sylvan Blues" written in Summer of 2013, at night, the only human in the forest for miles, without the aid of a single man-made light. For you city-slickers & alley cats out there: spend enough time out in the forest at-dark, & your night vision will improve to levels you never thought possible. I write my best poetry in this environment. No-Artificial Light is crucial to the muse. Not even a campfire.





A page of mind, a book of flesh,
a spine of light on the moonless night,
a burning goats my fox run blue
in the spitting wet that dawns in red.

The mantid prowl of my smoking scowl
may grace with ash by howl or bite,
my hillside perch for hawking crows
is stuck to the point of a pining craw.

No waif nor wraith will sing me long
that soothing voice from a hole in stone,
a space that flowers to the power of one
I release to the peace of my wet rock home.

From beyond the clouds I gist my list
in the dark & call of a glowering fall
through the twisting sky my screaming dreams
for the reaving burst of a savage earth.

With flame for eyes on the squatting hilt
I take to an emerald canopy shroud
o'er bygone trails through spidered hopes
on gossamer nights when my guts go dry.

A binded mind, a bark of flesh,
a page of light on the waning night,
a shifting palls the moon gone blue
to the crimson wet that sings my death.



poet Anonymous

Dataface,thank you for participating,my friend.
Stormi,thank you for your enchanting entry

poet Anonymous

One of my more favored forest poems, "Sylvan Blues" written in Summer of 2013, at night, the only human in the forest for miles, without the aid of a single man-made light. For you city-slickers & alley cats out there: spend enough time out in the forest at-dark, & your night vision will improve to levels you never thought possible. I write my best poetry in this environment. No-Artificial Light is crucial to the muse. Not even a campfire.

BELIAL
Very interesting thought,you are right,muses see without light,even without eyes...
Thank you for a great entry!

professoryackle
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom 3awards
Joined 8th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 22

SARISBERIE (song)

Deep is the forest, dark is the wood,
Narrow my path through oak trees each side.
Many the miles between you and I,
Keep me from sleeping till Sarisberie.

My love for you is deep as the wood,
Old as the oldest oak, older than time.
But many the miles between you and I,
Keep me a-weeping till Sarisberie.

Golden the Sun, and silver the Moon,
The same Sun, same Moon, the same reach of sky.
But ever the forest ‘tween you and I,
Keeps us from meeting in Sarisberie.

Silver the rings of birches so tall,
Golden the rings of the Sun through the leaves.
Come saddle your horse and ride through the wood.
Lead my white mare to Sarisberie.

I am a song much older than time.
I am a sallow tree deep in the wood.
Ever I sing until you ride by,
You with your fine horse from Sarisberie.

When I am old and my mare is gone,
This forest will deepen, its leaves dark and green.
But ever the Sun and ever the Moon
Will speak of my love for you, Sarisberie.

Deep is the forest, dark is the wood,
Narrow my path through oak trees each side.
Many the miles between you and I,
Keep me from sleeping till Sarisberie.



© professoryackle (Sara Pitt) All rights reserved.





poet Anonymous

Thank you for a great entry professoryackle

poet Anonymous

Daan

The winged ones chatted loudly
that time again so soon
the wise ones thought in silence
and the birds who had awareness
listened in and seemed entranced

the trees being all knowing
and so involved they could only
be impartial
still seemed weighted
more than usual
that time again so soon
the winged ones buzzed with emotion

the sky Gods closed their eyes
chanting the name of every blade
of grass
and the earth relaxed
preparing

winds wrapping around the acres
as all the worlds water gave in
to the call
that time again so soon

distant drumming and burnt sage
embrace the thunder to roll away

poet Anonymous

Thank you, Miki, for a fine entry!

MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 86awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5594

Rabbit Spring

Arise and wake from leave-lined beds,
they brush the sleep from winter heads
and gather ‘round the sun beamed rays
that light the spring-glen’s paths with haze.

Pooka hop
and pooka play,
rabbit spirits on their way.
Pooka jest
and pooka say
we give the woodlands life, today.

Snows be melted, streams be filled,
the newness birthed ‘twas in God’s will;
With each opened petal and bud
Creation sighs, its winds above.

Pooka dance
and pooka gay;
Rabbit spirits, merrily play.
Pooka sing
and pooka, they,
give the forests life today.

poet Anonymous

Thank you for a great entry, Madame!

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

  Song of the RainForest



sudden noon pacifier
warring downpours

echoed in an exploding mishmash
over Her forever frilled umbrella canopies
streaming down through her sensual trunks

downsized to crunchy drizzles
stagnated as
million miniature mirror pools
paling yellow to drying leafcups
working in finetuned brightness
nullified His glaring flares, a forest fire
to shysoftened soothing glomance
(un)settling in adventurous overlappings
a 'vana kamasutra'

He reflected a surprise
as midnight's singing fullmoon

crawling in notorious slowness
in and out of Her venturing wetness
on her black wavy cloud~locks
swaying over breathless mountains
slipping into many curvy contours
finally getting lost
into her heavens of unreturing depths
those dense packed nights

days revolved
and She kept evolving in the glomance
until sinistrous humming winds
swept away moistness,  and His song too
cloud threads exhausted to heated voids

global warming currents
played villainy
His song in her memories
crumbled
like her fallen hollows

Her vacant mind
going on in and in
the blackspace unknown

cried within

"empty label haunts more
as looming contents sink
to the unretrievable
forgotten rhythm
severed lyrics
doomed words


but oh wait, now
a rainbow change

in diffusing faints
beautiful singularity floats
his discrete syllable
his discrete word
his discrete ray
his discrete light

arrives me
just me
in all exactness

I get the word

as I see the light

I get you, the song"



it then rained copiusly
forever
brought Her sun in mirrors




[We (hopefully) greened her canvas more
surviving them, Song of the many Rainforests]






poet Anonymous

Thank you, Uma, for a fine entry

Magnumgal
Lost Thinker
1awards
Joined 3rd Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 18

               The Forest festival
The smell of lavender and Mint surround you in a soft embrace,
The trees Dance with a soft breeze, The deer lift their heads to watch,
The squirrels chatter among themselves, Birds sing a slow tune,

The Unicorns come out of hiding with Fairies  following right behind,
Wolves with pelts of snow and coal emerge from within the caves,
Theirs eyes ranged from an Amber to a sky blue,
The Elves dance and sing, welcoming you to the forest of your dreams,

With Foxes weaving in between the trees,
The tree tops cover the sky but it's bright underneath,
The wolves begin to howl and the foxes yip,
As all the creatures begin to sing a Lullaby,
The Dragons of the forest release a non-destructive flame,
The Enchanted festival began once you arrived.

poet Anonymous

Magnumgal said:                The Forest festival
The smell of lavender and Mint surround you in a soft embrace,
The trees Dance with a soft breeze, The deer lift their heads to watch,
The squirrels chatter among themselves, Birds sing a slow tune,

The Unicorns come out of hiding with Fairies  following right behind,
Wolves with pelts of snow and coal emerge from within the caves,
Theirs eyes ranged from an Amber to a sky blue,
The Elves dance and sing, welcoming you to the forest of your dreams,

With Foxes weaving in between the trees,
The tree tops cover the sky but it's bright underneath,
The wolves begin to howl and the foxes yip,
As all the creatures begin to sing a Lullaby,
The Dragons of the forest release a non-destructive flame,
The Enchanted festival began once you arrived.



Great entry, Magnum...thank you

Krosgood
Violence
Thought Provoker
United States 12awards
Joined 21st Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 163

Dorothy's forest

Rays of dusk's light pierce the thick canopy and the flora's shadow move with the setting sun, giving the illusion of animation.
The forest is silent and fearful, as it waits for the nocturnal behemoths to awaken.

All of the birds have left this place
There is no sanctuary within the trees anymore
The branches and vines have all come alive
And blood thirsty roots now slither across the forest floor

Echoes of snapping branches are loud throughout the night and the air is filled with the sweet smell of the venomous sap.
These carnivorous plants have been named Venus Man Traps rightfully so due to savage attacks.

Legend tells tales of a witch in the forest
Monsters too
They say the trees are the Witch's watchers
And with a starving curse they are imbued

The seeds that fall scream with infantile pitch as they bury themselves deep into the blood wet soil.
Finding sanctuary hidden from all light, they devour subterranean life.

The morning is cold and the forest still once more
Through the silence one could almost hear the witch's laugh
Throwing steam a tree exhales
Awaiting the night to come at last




poet Anonymous

Thank you for a fine write, Violence

Go to page:
Go to: