THE BLAZON

Here we are using a 'list' type of form and praising the beloved. This form is called a BLAZON.

Jessica Patru

The one left behind

Your build,

Evoking strength and glory,

Multiplied by the bronze color of your skin.

Against the vanishing sand dunes

You were formed.

Time passed.

The sun rose and set

Your body floating on the heat waves

Transcending both time and space.

Translucent to the outside world

But opaque to me.

Your eyes a galaxy of stars

Lost in wonder.

Deep within them I find

A new world, a new kind of humanity

One filled with mystery and delight.

A haven for the broken.

I take refuge in them.

Their marvelous white light a firework spectacular

That transfixes me.

Your smile,

A majestic offering

That the heavens proclaim.

Sweet as ancient honey

That forever holds its taste.

Your voice,

The soothing comfort of the ripples of the Nile at night

The palm leaves against the wind

The shifting of sand

The supple sound of ancient harps and flutes.

Your embrace

A shore of unexpected possibilities.

The vigor of a lion

A hurricane in a blue sky

That I didn’t

see coming.

Warm and sensuous,

Sunshine right after rain.

When I am with you

I am dancing on the tallest mountain,

And sinking in your arms

I am lost without you.

Brandon Buonacorsi

The Definition of Perfection

Her form defines beauty.

Skin as pure as a child.

Silky to the touch.

Satin yearns to be the same quality of feel as her.

Her hue cannot be matched,

For any attempt to mimic would degraded the shade’s radiance.

Her hair has the color of honey.

The elegance of Aphrodite

And the grace of a ballet.

It stems forth like a spring of water from her head,

And flows like a stream forthwith

Until it crashes like a waterfall upon her shoulders.

Her form defines elegance.

Her voice makes angels sing in admiration.

Bach, Handel, and Mozart all together

Could not compose a symphony so melodious.

Her very name means Graceful

And her body holds true to that name.

The shine of her eyes is what defines brightness.

Stars dimmer in her eye’s dazzling azure tone.

Each blink recedes quickly

As to reveal her eye’s essence once more.

Her form defines splendor.

Her smile is a glimmer of hope in the darkest tunnel.

It stimulates joy and arouses peace.

She creates life just by laughing.

Flowers stretch towards her

If only to get a grasp of her.

Her walk is a dance of highest art.

Each step taken with poise and refinement.

Purity follows her around like a dove.

Hovering over her to protect her from blemish.

Her love is unconditional.

Her body is timeless.

Her joy is unending.

Her beauty will never decay.

Her form defines perfection

Marielissa Alverez

My Inspiration

Her beauty

Stood out like the sun

Was powerful as an ocean’s wave

Painful to watch her leave

Her eyes

Lovely as a summer’s breeze

Cold as a tornado strike

Her skin

Was as tan as the sands of the beach

As warm as my inner thoughts

Unforgettable as my fondest memory

Her smell

Journeys through the air

A flowering blossom

Her laugh

Contagious as a deadly decease

Inspiring to the human ear

Her hair

Elongates in the mists of the wind

It’s free to dance as she parades downtown

Her hands

Elegant to the movement

Graceful to the touch

Her legs

Aspired to coast to coast

Strength of a giraffe

Graceful as a flamingo

Makes the earth tremble at your feet

She is the presence of an ancient goddess

No day passes that she is not beautiful

Thus she is beauty

And beauty is her

Sabrina Berci

Behind your Barriers

Your shoulders,

Deceitful caves of Austria,

Hiding your fragile stalactites

Your back,

A strained slingshot in Israeli history

Pulled to furthest potential

Your eyes,

Unveiled windows of Hearst Castle

Allowing full moon's glow

To reflect upon cracked glass of the castle's

Grandfather clock

Your hands,

Pelicans of Sydney

Exploring

The sands of earth's beaches

Your arms,

Jade waters of Hanauma

Swaying at bay on a

Cunning hammock

Your legs,

Columns of Greek temples

On a mission

To make their name great

In a renown museum

Your mouth

A cool ride on a motorcycle through Spain

With no stoplights or speed limits

Your feet

Squirrels of Lafayette Park

Trying to eat acorns

In peace

Ignorant to eyes that notice,

Their findings of final provisions

In the chill of the winter

Your breath,

The last successful

Brush of rocks,

The final spark of light,

The ultimate fire,

Bringing you

To full view

You're alive.

Dear beloved,

Your head

Need not be

A Roman statue on display

Attempting to portray

Perfection

Your stance

Need not be

A brick wall

Birthed from Hollywood's green screen

Your face need not

Appear a chiseled, immovable boulder

Ready to accompany

Presidents on Mount Rushmore

And your walk

Need not make Italian cars ashamed

And Japanese airplanes threatened

For your heart is already

The Indian Ocean

Whispering back and forth

Dawn to dusk

Your embrace is already

A night in Santorini

Where the sunset

Closes the curtains

On a white city

Your voice is already

Both

The song of the African drum

In a barefoot dance

Capable of rapidity,

And

The calm rustle of the leaves

Of the sleepy willow,

Conductor of forest's music

Bringing climax to decrescendo

You,

Beloved one,

Are already

The perfect blend of

The peaceful streets in foreign lands,

The ruling sequoia in the midnight forest

And

The awaited key to this Pacific chest

You,

Beloved one,

Are already.

Dani Ponce

Your eyes a blazing fire,

Passion riddled and determined

An unyielding and harsh winter storm

Grave, yet also a soft and comforting quilt

Your lips a shrewd east wind,

Patronizing and sarcastic

A smooth marble top

Choosing when to be generous

Your tongue a sharp serpent,

Weaving through dirt terrain

Cautious and wise

At times a sting and a burn

At times a hug or a kiss

Your voice a thunderstorm,

Loud, booming, and consuming

A triumphant cry

A victorious shout

Your hair a changing mystery

A short and aging memory

A deceitful politician

Your arms an enraged anaconda,

Overpowering and ruthless

Your stomach a wounded soldier,

Scarred, worn, and torn

Your legs a fierce warrior,

Muscular and toned

Ready for battle against any opponent

Your feet strong and sturdy steel,

Hard working travelers

Your scent a temptation,

Captivating and comforting

Tainting rooms with its aroma

Enchanting and enticing nostrils

Your presence a forceful rain,

Sometimes unwanted but entirely necessary

Alyssa Villa

The Forbidden

Brightest star

A candle in the cave

Your smile

Joy lives along your lips

Greeting those you favor

A striking treat

A striking heat

As your smile shines

Not mine to appreciate

Tranquil waters

A still lake

Your eyes

With the sunset

Casting a warm glow off of the dusky surface

A piercing lance

A piercing glance

As they never stray

Not mine to notice

Disobedient silk

A short field of grain

Your hair

Lion’s pelt

Reflects the spirit of the Savannah

A darkening gold

A darkening hold

As you stand still

Not mine to have

Smooth marble

A tan peach

Your frame

Apollo is envious

Of your light

A longing touch

A longing clutch

As your hands cease to roam

Not mine to feel

Not mine

Allie Gurvitz

our smile,
A light in a sea of darkness.

A laugh in a sea of sadness.

A diamond in a bed of thorns

That shines so brightly.

Your skin and lips,

Softer than the skin of a baby,

Glows from miles away with those rosy cheeks.

Your hair,

Flowing down your back like a waterfall.

Browns and blondes mix together

Unlike oil and vinegar.

Follows the layers of an onion down to its core.

Your eyes,

Shining brighter than the brightest star in the sky.

Bluer than the clearest of days.

Twinkle even in the dark

And pierce my eyes with wonder.

Your voice,

The rustle in the trees

Rushing through the wind

Keeping me awake

In a world filled with sleep.

Your love,

Sugar in my morning tea,

The anchor to my balloon.

The wind in my sails,

The lighthouse on the rocky shore

Miles and miles away.

Your shoulder,

A place to shed tears,

The shade of a tree in a forest.

She is my East and my West, my compass.

Strength and dignity are her clothing.

Honesty and compassion are her jewels.

Lily Viek

My Everything

My love

Your eyes are bright stars

Shining so bright to guide my way

Leading me through the troubles of life

Your heart a precious jewel

That despite it being worth more than I have to offer

You let me hold on to

Your smile is the strongest of medicines

That can cure any illness

And ease all my pain

My darling

Your voice is a gorgeous melody

That continues to play in my head

Because I love listening to every moment

Your scent the sweetest of perfumes

So addicting and intoxicating

Taking deep breaths as it moves through the air

Your touch is the smoothest of massages

Relaxing and soothing

Calming my strongest nerves

My sweetheart

Your lips are ripe fruits

So full and juicy

So kissable

Your hair is a river

That flows so perfectly

And feels so smooth

Your hands are pieces to a puzzle

That fit perfectly with mine

And should never be separated

My everything

You are my teddy bear to cuddle

My blanket to keep me warm

You are my pillow to sleep on

You are my everything

My love

My darling

My sweetheart

You are my penguin

Juby Geli

A hand

The grip of an iron fist when first met

Powerful and confident to every greeter

A strength only characterized by a hero

But gentle enough to caress a face

A forehead

As wide as the ocean

For instilling wisdom and memories

With a flat finish

The perfect rest for my own

A head of hair

The softest locks of the finest silk

Not too short, not too long

Trimmed and swept to the side

The frame of the most exquisite face

A smile

The desert sun of warmth and brightness

A vision of beauty to behold

Never lost or withdrawn

And so incredibly true

A pair of eyes

Though clouded with light brown shards

And which can melt the coldest ice

Are the most beautiful emeralds

Treasures yet to be unearthed

A voice

The song of the sea

A drum of every heart beat

In tune with my favorite song

Playing like a harmony of an angel

Elizabeth Harrison

My Everything

Body built for the heavens

Coco brown

Sculpted from the very essence of the earth

Perfect in it's imperfection

Powerful beyond belief

Arms of steel and silk

Strong enough to hold up the world

Gentile, soft, and comforting

Everything

Hands like a gypsy

Ever roaming

Attention grabbing

Dazzling and incomprehensible

Jaw so strong and proud

Arrogant and stubborn

Rugged and handsome

Chiseled from the strongest marble

Laughter the singing of ancient myths and legends

The gargling of streams and the rumble of waterfalls

Infectious and disastrous

Walking the edge of oblivion

Pure, sensual, elemental

Lips soft and warm

Welcoming even when the world weighs on their corners

And a smile that could melt glaciers

Soft petals filled with liquid lightning

Eyes molten dark chocolate

Not quite sweet but mouthwatering all the same

Heart warming and enticing

Inviting and clever

All knowing and innocent

Nicole Schrager

Cause and Effect

Who could live without your grin?

Sharp enough to cut through thick, dark moods

Bright enough to banish their shadows

Lopsided enough to demand attention

always

Those fluid eyes

jade in love, precious

olive for anger, shouting

bitter and unfathomable

flecks of hazel during times of awe and humor

A shade of pine for everything in between.

Fine hair bursting from your scalp like feline ears

Bristling when alert, drooping when tired,

spiking everywhere during that grin.

Fingertips of pale bamboo

Dragging across cloudy skies or skin

adorned with thick silver rings like trophies

Strong and beautiful

Wrists of startling delicacy

Twisting and posing with the wind,

gesturing with educated feeling

A poet or a King

Steady palms and arms

Encompassing, pure extensions of the rest

The Atlas to my world

Line of shoulders

Flexing around music, bouncing to the rhythm

Stiff and firm when standing your ground

Lax in times of peace

Length of spine reaching to the heavens

A focal point, a fault line between creation

Life and sustenance cascading out from either side

Quicksilver legs

Skipping across the ground

Fast enough hover and take flight

Your manifest sound

Clanging brightly when you enter a room

As loud as a tumble of pots and pans

Always as energetic as your whole being, helplessly

Following that example, loyally

following after you

there’s no place else

It could ever want to be.

Your imprint

Lingering long after the fact

Echoes and ghosts and angels

Barbara Bonaparte

Your lips are the anchor to my heart,

Feeding me love and wisdom.

Your heart is the motor to my being,

Giving me reason to wake up every morning.

Your being; my religion

Keeping me thirsty and vulnerable

Your religion; my love

Wanting to fulfill you spiritually, mentally and physically.

Your love is the apple to my eye

Seeing is believing, so it must have been at first sight.

Your eyes are the threshold to my soul

Holding the key to my happiness

Your soul is a garden

so beautiful and delicate.

Your touch is electric

Leaves me weak in the knees

Your statuesque frame is hypnotizing

Crafted perfectly to a T.

Your smile is luminous

It’s all I need in this cold dark world

Your presence is addictive

Without my daily dosage

It’d be cliché to call me lovesick

Eclectic to my eyes

You’re a work of art

You’re my backbone

You keep me standing strong

You’re my life support

You keep me living long

You’re my good day

When everything goes bad

You’re my happiness

When everything seems sad

The body of a Greek God

With the face a king

If I didn’t know any better

I’d place a crown on my head and label myself queen.

Giselle Rodriguez

Him

With Stars for eyes

Shining brightly up above me

Windows to a distant planet

A Hypnotizing serpent

So convincing and seducing

Accomplices of his smile,

A peaceful scene

The ocean at its calmest

So comforting and trustworthy

Yet so mysterious and deceiving

Lips like no other

A wonderful get away

A delicious poison

An innocent addiction

His shoulders,

The masculinity of a lion

His Chest,

An entrancing pillow

A comfortable bed

With heart beats as music

His Heart,

A musician of love songs

Pure and Honest

His arms,

A warm blanket

The feeling of peace

The hope of a tomorrow

The safest hide out

Danielle Brown

A Fairytale

Your bright pink nails shine in the sun,

reminding me of a gleaming gold crown.

Waiting to be worn,

but only by the fairest princess of them all.

Thick brown hair spills down your back,

just like that of Rapunzel’s,

but with streaks of purple and blue

that tell a story all on their own.

Arms that are equal in strength to that of Hercules

stretch towards me,

always there,

open

open to hold me up and comfort me,

as they have many times before.

Deep brown eyes stare into mine,

holding wisdom beyond their years.

Providing great knowledge as concrete and accurately as an old willow tree.

But, with an added sense of understanding,

compassion.

Your heart beats strong,

like that of a father lion’s

who would do anything for his son,

even give his own life.

Unlike many, you have a small agile nose.

One that will never grow like that of Pinocchio,

because after everything we have been through

you would never betray me

by lying, or deceiving.

Whenever I need a laugh I run to you,

knowing your mind soars.

Soars as high as a young boy who never wants to grow up.

Creating stories and jokes I never could of thought of.

Bringing a smile to my face and yours.

While your voice is not quite as harmonious as that of a young mermaid,

I know that it can lead me out of Wonderland,

and I recognize that it already has,

more than once before.

A friendship as rare as a glass slipper.

We’re two peas in a pod.

My other half,

my sister soulmate,

my Ali

-Alan Talavera

“Now I am become Shiva, destroyer of worlds.”

-J. Robert Oppenheimer,The Bhagavad Gita

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Trinitite

Isolde,

Turn upon yourself in fury

Give yourself to the heaves and throws

And the light will pierce your soul.

With arrogance and pride

We laid our own graves

Your presence demands

My sins repentance.

I have done the unforgivable

And created the end of humankind

A thousand kingdoms fallen

Could not bring me back to you-

For a moment I was on the sun

The eeriness and beauty shivers

Crawling, creeping silently

Down my spine.

We will burn every memory until

The suits and dresses return to ash

Earth melts and cracks;

Even the ground becomes glass.

Endlessly, she said:

Let your miseries smile upon me

I would bake on the surface of the sun

Before I surrender my humanity.

Our fate is to be forgotten

We are all bastards now.