Round 4 (~Dixiedaisy's~) Most Fun You Ever Had In A Contest

Here are the poems for round 4.
No-one was eliminated by the judges. The poems that are not listed out of the original 10 poets have dropped out of the contest for various reasons. So below listed are the final 6 contestants.

Good Luck everyone.

Poem 1

April Fool

An April fool endures the endearing showers
that saturate the soil in this season.
The sun seems closer at this time
as the earth turns and tilts through
heavens halo, or the rainbows that dissect
the light so bright it illuminates the horizon.
There lies my pot of gold.

Poem 2

Insoluble Influences

There bursts a gust under my skin,
it chills me out with its frosty moans,
inhabiting my core,
as I endure winter, to let go of fall.

For cold has been following me-
it drivels and wheezes, like a bully
awaiting each sheet to tremble
with my nerves.

Still, more showers pouring with insanity,
cruelly hauling me into the petals flirting
at the gates of April; mad for Spring.

With curious plans, in pitiful eager for
Summer, to sweat wretchedness in
cheery covers..

Alas-right now, the world is foreseeing
harsher frosts, but I-urge not to ice up
as Nature has this manner in the power
of its snappy air,
to rupture all that isn't her own,
although we are all...hers.

Poem 3

Lake Eden

Predawn paradise - leave camp
with coffee to fog banked lake;
dangle legs under live oak,
wait 'til sunrise burns off cloud.
Misty rib-branch droops to lake,
dim contour, something's not right;
clarity swirls - copperhead
rests immobile at my feet!

Name her Eve; she slithers away,
swims through fog, disappears;
pull back legs then she returns,
ghostly weaving, floats to branch.
Remain still, hope she'll stay, but
Eve's off again into haze;
birds cry out to sun: "arise!"
Snake comes back, treks out again.

There's dire penalties to spy
on maid in her ablutions;
head waves as undulating
side strokes course along her spine;
reveals need that sends her out
swimming watery Eden:
protruding from her mouth she holds
the twitching tail of a minnow.

Eve claims her seat, raises head;
in fang filled throat her breakfast
like forbidden apple, slides down
to thickened body, and is gone.
Stand to go, Eve slips the tree,
leaves only ripples spreading
true word: in the garden of good,
evil has purpose and beauty.

Poem 4

Phenomenon.

diverged tongues
of lavender
strike with harm,
snaring memorabilia
of nature while brontides
rattle silence,

yet beauty illuminates
for the unforeseen
is not always a
venomous disaster.

Poem 5

Yearning

Bowed against the gale
and, melancholy as the dreary day
a solitary figure stands
forlorn and shivering
'neath aphotic sky

and

as winter rains lash
and squally winds thrash

pounding! pounding!
upon barren limbs

still

they remain outstretched
as this defiant mother
faces the elements
knowing a myraid of buds
will once more seek her boughs
devouring her loneliness
in the rebirth
of spring.

Poem 6

Flushed

Her petals curled,
not with beauty who had
ripened the lilac
blooming 'pon her cheek,
nor was pride all
she stood for

which had once asked
a bee to leave her pollen,
for his wings were bitten
beyond attractive and
she'd never taste honey
as sweet as her.

Though today she stood
ablaze -
a wild flower.

Her perfumed scent was
more than I could bare as
the suns pastel presence
scorched not only I, who was
drinking bottled water

but you whose roots were
clawing at the spring.

Selfish the way I let
leaves become antique with
rusting reds and auburns of
certain death but

it was true I loved you
and all your beauty.

I was just no match for summer.

Wow, nice poems Kay! I didn't care much for the funny ones, but these held my attention, especially the last one..I am curious to know who wrote it.

Nice work, poets!

I agree. These are excellant.

Can we expect to see some results by Easter?

Yes the judges should be done by Wednesday and I will post them all as soon as I get them.

Thank you I am logging out because I feel threatened for some reason