Epoch

"Pioneers of Space" Photo thanks to NASA

This is the era in which we strive for greatness

The golden age of galactic travel and meta-humans

A period in which the world crumbles for the better

As time passes by in this evolutionary stage

Where the human spans outward into deep space

This is the eon where generations of the past tremble.

This is a "synonymous poem" that I've just made up and created. The key to writing a synonymous poem is finding a word you want to depict, and using synonyms of that word within the poem. Kind of curious if this will become a new type of poem that people will use. I think it is really fun to write, and I think fellow poets will too. For this one I chose the word "epoch" and used the following synonyms: era, age, period, stage, span, and eon. 

Living Room

This photo was taken right from my living room.

A light shimmers through the silhouette of white shades

Into snow streaked checker boxed window panes

Reflections of lime green x-rays the veins of a bamboo plant

Whose trunk is a spiral staircase of wrapping brown snakes.

Traveling the right road sits an empty and still clock

Time stops...

It isn't shattered or brazen with limelight, but collects dust

As all twelve digits sadly weep in serene silence.

A freshening smell whisks through and gently touches nose hairs

All senses tingle with a sullen fever of eucalyptus – divine

Such a flowery deserves much appreciation and compassion

Especially in the eyes of the white shimmering light.

Foxy Fauxy

"The Fox" by PixieCold on Deviantart.com

Gregarious fox knows better than most

His fluffy red tail a magical wand

Painting with hues subliminal and bright.

Red brick walls to cover the mansions

In orange juices and yellow flares

Like green lights yelling “Go!”

Adrenaline roosts in the blue-bells

With indigo clouds swirling white

In a garden of violet fireflies at night.

Gregarious fox knows better than I

Twirling around his magical tail

Painting the world with a rainbow smile.

For The Wind's Beckoned Call

"Tragedy of Winter's Smite" picture from Severe Weather in Ohio

It may seem sinful that this breeze blows cold

Leaving nothing more than a frozen wasteland

The gods above must be bickering up a storm

For us mortals below are certainly feeling scorned.

From inside our hovels there is a whisper

Like a rogue it lingers through the seams of wood

It hisses and yells with an angry bite to its words

Wanting to barge through the windows and doors

Walking Memory Sands

"A Man Walking The Desert" as seen at HD Nice Wallpapers

Walking this lonely road with you

I stop to pick up a pebble, toss it

Guess how many skips it makes

The ripples through the sand

Measuring the sound waves of you.

On the first skip we met first glance

On the second skip we talked

On the third skip we had coffee

On the fourth skip we embraced

On the fifth skip, our first kiss.

Walking this lonely road with you

Reminds me of your spiritual light

That smile full of beautiful delight

It made me laugh every single time

Even now as I stare into this empty desert.

Wintergreen Summer

"Summer and Winter" by Macarhign and displayed on Pxleyes.com 

Snow falls gracefully

Upon the wet and cold ground

A winter wonder

Land of the fallen angels

All unique marionettes

Dancing in the summer rain

Between the blues and greens

The gray sky fills up

Like an older photograph

White flashes, small ones

Capturing the black lens flare

In the background of pine trees

Dancing in the summer rain

Between the blues and greens

Silk sheets cover us

In ashes of joyful lace

Washing us in cold

But the warmth is what we sow

In a winter wonderland

Dancing in the summer rain

Between the blues and greens

I wanted to create a new kind of poetic form, and so I found that the Ballade and Tanka forms would be perfect for this experiment. There are three stanzas of five lines with three couplets in this poem. The three main stanzas are written in traditional Tanka style, while the couplets are an addition to complete the seven line minimum requirement for a Ballade. Each of the couplets are styled and flavored in the traditional ballade one line refrain, except that I modified the refrain to be a repetitive two liner. Please let me know what you all think about this. I would enjoy your feedback. 

Dusk Before The Dawn

"Moon Sunset" Image by jah of Alien Shore Revisited

Some say the sun was brighter that day,

But I beg to differ on that reasoning

Because the sun was never there,

As if it was hiding behind the moon

Like a lunar eclipse.

Written In The Thorns

"Pink Tiger Lily" Image by Chalet Roome-Rigdon

I'm a blossoming flower:

Lustful and desirable slithering viper

Open-minded, caring of others.

Verdant delicate petals of poison

Eloping laws of nature full bloom.

Pink polka, dots of red

Outside the normal kinship.

Excepting my nerves, a Greek tragedy

Trying to sing aloud in tonal irregularity.

Regular people beware my venomous bite

Yonder the cultural garden in which I write.  

This poem is in response to Mama Zen's Word Count challenge over at the Imaginary Garden. (Exactly 60 words.) 

Sailing the Ocean Blue

"Couple Sunset Silhouette" Image found on Tumblr

A turbulent breeze smothers her canvas sails

Grazing her maple mast with a sugary kiss

Pushing her along, forward in raucous bliss

Forlorn for the open sea, held with sturdy nails

Her shiny surface glistening in foamy trails.

The salty air, a smell you couldn't miss

When her oars splashed with a delicate hiss

That tickles the ear like a siren's gales.

The sun's rays glimmer warmth upon the ocean –

Like a million stars flickering in my eyes,

She rides hurricanes with such elegant motion

Slipping up and down the waves under moonlit skies

With constellations guiding her and the boatman

To the precious buried treasure, a golden prize.  

Here is an Italian sonnet for all of my fellow poetry enthusiasts. I would have written it in actual Italian if I knew how to. Thought about using Google Translate, but then remembered that it doesn't translate correctly. If you know anyone that can translate this to Italian please send them my way. Enjoy! 

Vines

"Green Vine Snake" by Michael and Patricia Fogden

Vines

verdant green

climbing, twisting, hanging

vipers of the forest

rambler.

I wanted to try something different for you all. So here is a cinquain that I've conjured up that revels in my love for the wonderful living things that surround us.

The I in Discovery

“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere.” 

― Carl Sagan

"Beyond Imagination" Image found from article: 92 Commentaries On Imagination

Emotion swirls around in circles

As the ink blotches the page, in spots

Dotting every single sentence,

But that isn't the end of the story

Oh no! This is just the beginning

Of a fruitful and successful spring.

Like junipers and tiger lilies I jump

Off from the ground and into a book

Each chapter a novelty, a blessing

Because passion drives me

Smile At Adversity

Winter Landscape from All Free Download.com 

The sun smiles upon my face

So bright is the light it bears

For the day is young, and so am I

So why not soar out into the sky.

The snow glistens in white

Crunching beneath my feet

A chilling sensation of the spine

Yet I fall and angels appear.

Starbright

"Comet Crash" by Ben Crowder on Wikimedia Commons

When the star fell it didn't glimmer

There was no oxygen in the atmosphere

No hydrogen to feed the fire

Until the final moment it had crashed

Landed right in the back yard

At first there was a loud bang

Then a sudden rush of air swept through

Like a wave of exhaustion

Followed by a sudden moment of silence.

Bills

"Man Walking Down Street Playing Trumpet" from When The Levees Broke on HBO Documentary

Treasures are found not bought

No amount of money can declare

A number upon another object

Nor a price tag on the clothes

That are placed upon our backs.

Adventure stirs the mind and thought

Nobody could have been prepared

Us for this moment and subject

In which bills are placed in stoves

And burnt to a crisp, stacks upon stacks.

Just numbers they said once

Counting the numerous beans

Like herding cattle for the slaughter.

Question for the Reader: What sweet tune will you play in the wreckage?

The Ball At The End Of The Knight

"Clashing Swords" from TV Tropes

Clasped in steel threads

Men at arms facing one another

Like soldiers ready for battle

Armed with swords and shields

Both extensions of their body

In fashionable order they draw

Order and procedure demanding

Taking one step forward

Dead hard glares on the prize

Their enemies closing in

One step at a time

Performing a sort of waltz

Until they're face to face

A war horn sounds off

Let the battle commence.

Lily

"Luxury Pink Oriental Lily Vase" from Fleming Florist

I spotted a pink flower the other day

Sprouting from a crack in the sidewalk.

It was something quite amazing at first.

I stopped and stared for a moment,

And asked myself a startling question:

How could a beautiful creature exist

In between the asphalt with such bliss?

Surely the earth has a better place

For a flower that is covered in grace,

And isn't stomped on in disgraceful haste.

For this is the city of lights after all,

And I'd hate to see such elegance fall

At the mercy of a rushing businessman,

Or even worse, a lousy pick up scam.

So I walked over and politely asked:

“Beg your pardon, may I give you a hand?

She just weaved a bit in her rooted stand

I couldn't bear it any longer, and so

I gently grasped her ivory leafs,

Plucking her from the sidewalk crack.

She looked wilted and was falling apart

I needed to find her a planting pot,

But where would I begin to start?

Unconscious Subconscious

"The Subconscious Marvelium" created in collaboration by Luis Miguel Torres and Matt Faria 

A ringing falls into a conundrum of spirals

Staircase revolves around a hidden door

Around and around the merry go bush

A weasel chases the monkey, up a tree

For a cup of tea, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late

Says the white hare with an angered glare

You won't like him when he is green

Less the money grows off from trees.

Raindrops

I wanted to try something different for a change. I normally don't write love poetry, and this is my first shot at it. I was inspired by one of my favorite songs about overcoming adversity and life's tragedies in a relationship. I feel like a lot of us have been down this road plenty of times before.  

She sits cross legged in the pouring rain

Her hands clasped together across her face

Drowning, not in the rainfall, but in her tears

Fearing that the world has come to consume her

She has nothing to gain and everything to lose

With every drop against the hardened ground

She feels the tremor inside of her lash out

Like a whip against her heart, shattered and broken

I'll Share Winter With You

This is a poem that was inspired by Fireblossom Friday's wintry challenge across the way to the Imaginary Garden. Winter is always better shared with each other because we can feel the warmth from each other's words. 

Acadia National Park from Pixabay

Feel the cold chill of the winter

With a warm heart, and sunder

The hills blanketed in the white

And a stream covered in light

Rolling along so close to home

A place full and called wonderland.

Running With Time

This poem was written as a challenge from Poet's United Midweek Motif. It is the result of the Famous, Infamous, Un-Birthday challenge. 

"Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities." -- Dr. Seuss

A picture of time flying. From an article on Edudemic.

Silver streaks the sky of blue

Another year through and through

But alas this isn't the day it all ends

For this is where the real story begins

Reaching like a child unto the heavens

Make a wish upon a star as it glimmers

Rush forth through the air with upmost glee

And wander into the world in which your were three.

The longer it takes you to blow out that flickering candle

The longer you will live to cross those white sands in sandles

Stop

Appreciate all the graying hairs left on your head

For one day you most assuredly will be dead

And everything will move in reverse

As it goes in this universe

Memories all the same

Or so we'd wish

As time begins

To diminish

Instead.

Thought for the Reader: What will you do with the time you have?