Tag: poems

frost (haiku)

silver flowers
danced intricately
on chilled panes

(c) Tournesol ’14

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candles blaze (haiku)

lit candle
burgeons its glow,
a mother’s love

burgeons its glow
rhapsody at Christmas
peace and goodwill

a mother’s love
flourishes with each birth
candles blaze

(c) Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem

Hark the Herald Angels Sing (essence + shadorma)

© William Adolphe Bouguereau Song of the Angels (1881)

(an essence )
peace on earth’s everything
cheer the birth, new-born king

pure of heart, Prince of kind
plays a part with you in mind

filled with mirth, rejoicing
peace on earth’s everything.

(shadorma)
angels hail,
Prince of peace is born
cleanse your souls
open hearts
renew your vows of kindness
compassion triumphs.

© Tournesol ’14

We have the option of writing a Shadorma (a non-rhyming six-line poem with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5) – or an Essence created by Emily Romano.

An “Essence” consists of two lines of six syllables each. There is an end rhyme (rhyme at the end of the line) and an internal rhyme (rhyme in the middle of the line).

BJ Shadorma and Beyond at MindLovemiserysMenagerie

Flash mob concerts always make me weep, they’re so beautiful!

divine message (tan renga)

© Northern Lights - Alien Study
© Northern Lights – Alien Study

curtain of light
shimmers in the winter cold
flight of fancy © Dolores

he looks in awe and listens
message from his ancestors

tinted veil
 whispers revelations
from the other side

© Tournesol

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge

bed of straw (haiga)

(c) Manger by Eikonik at Deviantart
(c) Manger by Eikonik at Deviantart

in a crib of straw
on a cold winter`s night
a king is born

on a cold winter`s night
three men bearing gifts
babe in a straw bed

a king is born
stars streaming in the sky
angels chant

(c) Tournesol ’14

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ruby lips (haiga)

Veronica Lake

heat of the night,
pulled her close and kissed
those ruby lips

those ruby lips
taste of Ripasso, smooth
full-bodied

© Tournesol ’14

magic slippers (haibun)

They say music is one of the last things your memory loses if you are cursed with any form of dementia. I can totally see that having played “oldies” when visiting my mother. It was like she stopped at a red light, stunned, her eyes would widen and she seemed to know. Sometimes she would hum or try to sing the lyrics like one of her favourites by Judy Garland that we all know so well, Somewhere over the Rainbow.

“there’s no place like home”
clutching Toto, she taps her
ruby red slippers

© Tournesol ’14

Beat of the Heart

 

winter grass (haiga)

(c) Clr '14
(c) Clr ’14

tall and slender
blades braving the wind
snow tramples

timid grass
under a white coverlet
waiting for spring

(c) Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem Winter Grasses

purity (haiga)

A White Rose © Mirada at Deviantart

thorns shield
tainted contamination,
pureness of a rose

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem …Purity

spring flowers (haiku)

I give permission
For this slow spring rain to soak
The violet beds.
© Richard Wright

Our host tried a hand at Troiku than you have to use the three separated lines as the starting line of a new haiku. Watch this example:

first haiku: starting with “I give permission”

I give permission
to visit the ancient temples –
go on bare feet    © Chèvrefeuille

second haiku: starting with “for this slow spring rain to soak”

for this slow spring rain to soak
I warn you and your laundry
it will become wet  © Chèvrefeuille

third haiku: starting with “the violet beds”

the violet beds
look like a rainbow in the sky
garden festival  © Chèvrefeuille

This is my humble attempt:

Spring showers
muddy tulip garden
colours explode

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem Special – Richard Wright