Poetry Competition Ends 21st February 2025 1:55pm
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Flow Slow
Poetry Contest Description
Nature poems, 1O lines or less, one entry per, non erotic and no AI
Not for the competition
Cozy moon, too lazy, whispering sweet fondue
too lazy to touch the fragrance of the dew
with a gentle breeze, listening too sheaves
in silence of sleeves neath the taboo bamboo
too lazy to touch the dew, "Sacré Bleu"
Cozy moon, too lazy, whispering sweet fondue
too lazy to touch the fragrance of the dew
with a gentle breeze, listening too sheaves
in silence of sleeves neath the taboo bamboo
too lazy to touch the dew, "Sacré Bleu"
we make new names for old Gods
The evening sky blushes through my window
between twilight and darkness we lie, looking out
waiting for the stars through the
leafy silhouettes of palm tress
I try to teach you all the names
of the creeping constellations
but you make up your own
giggling into the deepening sky
We are so small under the burning tendrils of light
and so blessed to see them, and name them at all
between twilight and darkness we lie, looking out
waiting for the stars through the
leafy silhouettes of palm tress
I try to teach you all the names
of the creeping constellations
but you make up your own
giggling into the deepening sky
We are so small under the burning tendrils of light
and so blessed to see them, and name them at all
Written by Indie
(Miss Indie)
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Nightwalking
The fields are dark, there's not a soul around
except for me, among the silent trees,
in search of something hidden on the breeze
but always out of reach, a secret sound
that's floating free, reluctant to be found
by anyone who doesn't have the key
to hear and understand the harmony
vibrating, resonating deep inside
the substance of this Universe, so wide.
Tonight I do. The World belongs to me.
🌜
Written by jonesy333
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Autumnal ceremony
https://youtu.be/dCBgDAu1Bkw
A bevy of invisible houris 🍁
🍁🍁🍁and imaginary fairies,
cavorted about as elfin brides
under a saffron maple tree🍁🍁🍁
Dressed in prism-hued layers
of chiffon in ethereal shimmers🍁
🍁and delicate silken gossamers
They having their group wedding in the fall
And fairy folk bustled about all around 🍁
as flimsy and flighty as they could be
while bronze leaves fell upon the brides🍁
🍁🍁🍁 in ceremonial nuptial
An autumn's ritual🍁🍁🍁
🍁🍁🍁and as nature's pretty confetti! 🍁🍁🍁
Branches denuded 🍁
🍁🍁🍁Yet autumn's august
for the wilting's ravishing!
The willowy fairies, with nylon veils
almost drowned and veiled
in henna fallen maple leaves as well
Playing hide'n' seek🍁🍁🍁
with browny brownie grooms
🍁🍁🍁also camouflaged in the heap...🍁🍁🍁
As autumn's cold khaki has warm colours...
A bevy of invisible houris 🍁
🍁🍁🍁and imaginary fairies,
cavorted about as elfin brides
under a saffron maple tree🍁🍁🍁
Dressed in prism-hued layers
of chiffon in ethereal shimmers🍁
🍁and delicate silken gossamers
They having their group wedding in the fall
And fairy folk bustled about all around 🍁
as flimsy and flighty as they could be
while bronze leaves fell upon the brides🍁
🍁🍁🍁 in ceremonial nuptial
An autumn's ritual🍁🍁🍁
🍁🍁🍁and as nature's pretty confetti! 🍁🍁🍁
Branches denuded 🍁
🍁🍁🍁Yet autumn's august
for the wilting's ravishing!
The willowy fairies, with nylon veils
almost drowned and veiled
in henna fallen maple leaves as well
Playing hide'n' seek🍁🍁🍁
with browny brownie grooms
🍁🍁🍁also camouflaged in the heap...🍁🍁🍁
As autumn's cold khaki has warm colours...
Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
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The Rainforests Tapestry
Birds chirping a sing along song
Croaking frogs and cicadas join in strong
With their orchestra of buzz and hum
The haunting howl of the howler monkeys drum
The rhythmic rustle of the breeze and leaves
Echoing the chorus of foliage and trees
The deep thunderous rumble of cascading falls
An organ hissing with mist in natures halls
Raindrops splatter under this vibrant canopy
A marimbas pitter patter, the rainforests tapestry
Croaking frogs and cicadas join in strong
With their orchestra of buzz and hum
The haunting howl of the howler monkeys drum
The rhythmic rustle of the breeze and leaves
Echoing the chorus of foliage and trees
The deep thunderous rumble of cascading falls
An organ hissing with mist in natures halls
Raindrops splatter under this vibrant canopy
A marimbas pitter patter, the rainforests tapestry
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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AFTERNOON PASTORAL
Dry leaves rustle, crumble as the day grows older.
I am alone; my thoughts travel to dark places.
I am 50 and female, an open wound.
So much passion, so much tenderness.
Roosters cry from within the farmer's property next door.
The world is lodged inside some other window,
blurred and smudged by soft nostalgia and regret.
The wind swirls at my feet. Then love slowly exhales,
swallows me whole with no room for breathing.
Dry leaves rustle, crumble as the day grows older.
I am alone; my thoughts travel to dark places.
I am 50 and female, an open wound.
So much passion, so much tenderness.
Roosters cry from within the farmer's property next door.
The world is lodged inside some other window,
blurred and smudged by soft nostalgia and regret.
The wind swirls at my feet. Then love slowly exhales,
swallows me whole with no room for breathing.
