Best Carpe Diem Poems
This life is fine
The world is mine
Though I can’t stop
The hands of time
The birds all sing
And flowers bloom
The sun still shines
And chases gloom
And I can view
The sparkling sea
And all the stars
Just dance with me
The clouds, they hide
And I must seek
The creatures small
At me, they peek
The grass is cool
Beneath my feet
The water dew
Now wets my cheek
I have true friends
A family
And hope of an
Eternity
A place where I
Will not fear death
Where all is sweet
Upon my breath
Where tears will cease
to touch my face
And I am blessed
By Heaven’s Grace
My life is fine
The world is mine
This is my time
To truly shine
Eileen Manassian
“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope."
Rumi
in the kingdom of love,
nothing is simple,
not even musings,
so tell me:
in your annoyance
do you still think of me
or am i just another
common cliché
in Rumi's philosophies
for cosmic connections,
must we be a
contradiction of circumstance
when our story has been sung
beyond the reach of stars,
so despite the dystopian demons,
i keep hope in the invisible
golden harp strings,
yet to compose our swansong
oh mistress of medusa
in splitting seasons,
when serpents spit venom,
your British horizon soul,
coupled with your
climate change heart,
procreate porcelain patience,
where rhythms of rage
lead to breathless silence,
but i never forget you
it can be tiresome
battling against
ebony lashes from
metaphorical daggers
when vertigo eyes
hunt for their prey
and i wonder if i
was at shooting distance
would you pull the
trigger to rip my
heart like shredding
secretive documents
but despite bonfire breaths,
my samurai spirit has
become immune to
momentary flames,
adopting a mermaid mind,
finding sanctuary in
deep waters until
the last ember dies,
as at the end of each storm,
when rainbows reappear,
i resurface upon your
ivory shores,
for what am i,
but a sea urchin and
you the empress of the sea,
so each time you are cruel,
i wait for the return of
tender gestures,
as i know it is your
veil of vulnerability
you hide from the world,
but in the intricacies of conflict,
i am still the moonlight
glowing upon your ripples,
as i know the code to
your handcrafted heart,
floating in wandering waves,
as you still ignite intimate spiritual
sparks of soothing sensuality,
so never abandon me - forever
in the imperfections of love,
in my abundance of flaws
i know you adore me
internally and externally,
for we are refuge and
safe haven for the broken,
like a masterpiece of
alliterative adjectives
glowing like gems
in topaz textures upon
mookaite mosaics
I know I'm no
Leonardo Di Caprio,
I've never been as
romantic as Romeo,
so love me for
what I am today,
I am not your past
of wasted sunsets,
so ascend with me like
tomorrow's sunrise
Standing firm
we live
we give
we take
we learn
we strive to make sure
each day enlightens us
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray
may we keep fighting
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul
experiencing trials
and intense life lessons
meshed with stresses
may we persevere
turn off fear's song
may we stand firm
as we glide along
through shifty winds of change
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for
we
fall for nothing
we
may stumble along the trip
we
may swerve at the wheel yet
we
do not lose our grip
because no one
can eclipse the sun
yet
everyone heals
before they're done
Just when situations arise
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry
from ongoing cries
we may think
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending
Standing firm
we live
we give
we take
we learn
we make sure
every day enlightens us
and brightens us
as each day takes its turn.
~JSLambert
Everyday is beautiful, son,
and no that's not being optimistic.
You're here - you're alive - with one more day on your plate.
That's just being realistic.
Tuesdays are for Tenderness, for the little things found beneath the rubble:
a flower peeking or a new-dream seeking, even though its subtle.
Wednesdays are for Wishes --- like hoping on that pretty, pretty star,
for something just around the corner is never all that far.
And Thursdays are for Thoughtfulness, on those reflective afternoons,
where all of life hangs between your ears, as your heart struggles to make room
for all the love that's bursting inside of you ...
(I know it's there!
hiding somewhere ... perhaps beneath the dirt and muck)
Fridays are for Friendship --- to the ones who you know true,
and hold you oh so close, despite all of life's various hues.
Saturdays are for Sanctification from all of distraction's clutter;
an occasion to make small your piece of toast, for there's too much of time's butter,
spreading oh so thin on Little You.
And Sundays are for Sunflowers, and the smile that ensues on even the coldest soul.
Treasure it child, if you ever see it bloom, for she's a fragile beauty that makes you whole.
Yes, my son ... EVERY day is beautiful, and Mondays especially,
for that's the day we praise our Mothers,
for giving birth to us at such a time as this (God knows it wasn't easy)
And no, I don't need to see the Seven Wonders,
to know how beautiful life can be,
for I've got all the splendor I can handle ...
... seven days a week.
Image Used: The I Hate Mondays T-Shirt Picture
Written April 10th, 2016
For the Images Contest Hosted by Silent One
I used to live life full of dreams
Planning, for many years to come.
Where I will be, when I will go,
A future that was filled with fun.
Till the day my life was shattered.
Till the day when the hammer struck.
All my dreams now torn asunder
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to duck.
I stood my battles, fought the fight
We gathered and said our goodbyes,
Yet through all of your brave faces,
I could still hear the silent cries.
Last Will and Testament written,
Everything important was said,
“I love you,” still that magic word,
I’d sleep in peace tucked in my bed.
Then something magical happened,
I came back from places of dread.
Now more a part of the living,
Each day I get stronger instead.
Now I know what’s most important
Enjoy precious moments each day,
Learned not to live for tomorrows
That just might not come anyway.
I enjoy each sip of coffee,
Watching leaves turn colours and fly,
Kisses from my sweet little dog,
Every time I see a blue sky.
The music of my Children’s voices,
Love of family never ends,
Carpe Diem, just seize the day,
That is my new motto my friends.
Written 10.25.2014
For Regina Riddle’s Contest
Seize the Moment (Carpe Diem)
5th
James 5:15
And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up.
Living for the moment makes everything more special.
SUBLIME
Sublime
I've been shedding snakeskin...
so blind
I've been destroying the noise
my worst enemy
Deconstructing my identity
soaking shoulder deep
in oceans of humility
feasting upon fruits of tranquility
breaking shackles
freeing ankles
from bloody mud puddles
razor blade anxiety
rising to a place
where yesterday
flees irrelevant
tomorrow
is insufficient
Yet
this moment
of SUBLIMITY
right now...
forever remains
a fearless paradise
the zenith of my prime has come and gone
and here I sit and wait my setting sun
with dreams and wishes longing to come true
I won't lie down in death till they are through
I've yet to taste the glory of those lips
of love divine, I've only taken sips
the Warrior Princess, yet remains inside
a seething muse that I am forced to hide
I've yet to write the world into a rhyme
to go on after me, defying time
I've yet to travel to enchanted place
and live a thousand lives and dance with grace
I've yet to swim like mermaid in the sea
with not a single thing to cover me
I've yet to lie on sands in twilight hue
to feel the naked rush of feelings new
I've yet to sing my song and feel the praise
of hands that lift me high and lights that daze
I've yet to gaze upon what eyes adore
my gypsy heart has treasure still in store
And so, this pain that dwells in me yet screams:
"You must not die until you've lived your dreams.
Uncover dreams: bring every one to light
Oh, live and love and blaze before the night
Eileen Manassian
In my back, yellow mountains, glittering with a thousand bursts,
Of course, the sun has its incandescent magic
God is phosphorescence; his knowledge blinds all dogs and cats,
May the night be divine, when I leave my kingdom,
Who are we? Camel companions, desert companions,
Companions of eagles with millenary greenhouses and pointed,
Lost companions, by the splendor of our cities,
Who are we? Companions of the blue Bedouins,
We know about what only silence teaches us
We know only what God wants to hide from us,
We are companions of camels in the desert,
Behind our backs, yellow mountains, sparkle with a thousand bursts.
*1 Thessalonians 5:16-17 (NKJ)
“Singulis diebus studeam meliorem esse hominem quam heri fui." Latin for
"Each day I strive to be a better person than I was yesterday." ~The Poet ~
Some mountains seem impossible to climb
The summit is always reached one step at a time.
Let me tell you that when there is a specific goal we seek
We must clear our mind of just two days of the week.
Yesterday with its sorrows, worries and mistakes
Just erasing it from your mind is all it takes.
Tomorrow literally does not exist yet, for any one.
Few things are guaranteed except for the rising of the sun.
We cannot say for sure what will happen, we have no control.
Tomorrow’s are our future, unknown if we’ll reach our goal.
Consider today when deciding how our efforts are placed.
Don’t let yesterday and tomorrow become interlaced.
No sense regretting yesterday and fearing tomorrow.
This will most likely lead to continuing sorrow.
Today is the day that needs your attention.
Keep it optimistic without any dissension.
The Bible states it is God’s will to rejoice always.*
Enriching not only our lives, spreading joy for all ‘todays’.
Living a life that’s true to yourself, letting today be all the more.
Yesterday is over, Tomorrow God has it’s key, Today has the floor.
Live each day as if it were your last
I tell you dear friend time is running so fast
All of us would one day return to dust
I know it's hard to accept but we must
Tell the people you love about the way you feel
Give them a hug and show them love that is real
Say sorry to those you offended so wounds would heal
Accepting your faults is not really a big deal
Do it now and don't tarry lest it be too late
Sometimes it's not wise for the right time to wait
Because your plans could be ruined by fate
If you do it now you would feel really great
Smell the pretty flowers, listen to birds singing so gay
Enjoy the beauty of nature give yourself time to play
Remember on this earth we can't forever stay
So I tell you now is the time, go ahead and seize the day
when sun is shining
I love to reach out my arms
and grab its brilliance. . .
if I can do nothing more
at least I have seized the day
It ain’t the way the wind blows
or what’s left when it’s gone
and it ain't in the bank roll
money never tastes that strong
and it’s not in the flowers
that you send her when she’s gone
it ain’t what happens to you
it’s the way you carry on.
A life can bring you trouble
it can pull the other way
and love can beat you double
till you don’t know what to say
it ain’t what you do or don’t do
that will help you win the day
and it ain’t what you carry
it’s what you loose along the way.
Your chains are much too heavy
they’ll drag you to the ground
it ain’t the way you talk to many
it’s the words your leaving’ out.
You can’t climb a mountain
with your head up in the clouds
but you can swim the ocean
without the water moving’ out
it’s not the way you tell it
when your stories at the end
it’s the way that you receive it
when you make another friend
These weights are old and heavy
they’ll drag and bury me
if it ain’t the way you want it
it’s the way it’s meant to be
it ain’t the way the wind blows
or the sandstorm or the drought
it’s the way that we perceive it
i know this without a doubt.
(c) s.watts
Is all we have, just hours or years, a lie we believe.
We have no clarity as to what God will do.
So grab this minute given to you by God, you don't
need to be ruled by the terrorism of the mob.
The mob will shirk you, humiliate you, so do look for
the leading star in a crowd.
Like sheep they huddle in common mediocrity, adoring
each other,so slovenly.
Their eyes never raised to adore, just to gain points, they
do keep score!
Patting their own backs constantly, with no credit ever,
not for one second to God.
Indeed, in the arts and literature, many are eternally lost.
Refusing to realize, that the eternal loss of their souls is
their ultimate cost.
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The dank petrichor of grainy night,
meters stand like gravestones,
the obsidian avenue slick as a sapphire,
windowed granite rising in sharp cut shadows,
wind gusting, tumbleweed clouds somersaulting
in a moonless ghost town.
I jingle keys with atonal sky
and listen to my footsteps on concrete
ticking like a clock.
There are places to be.
I hasten my step as rain drops resume,
one by one mounting into a riotous crowd.
Umbrella-less, I am soon sopping,
hair a wet carpet, suit a gray saturated tarp,
the briefcase and tote onyx boulders.
My car is still a block away,
but eventually I reach it
like a leaf washing down stream.
The tote slips off my shoulder
as I stoop to retrieve fallen keys
lying in a shallow puddle like a shattered talisman.
Suddenly I begin laughing,
dropping everything in the street,
my face skyward, arms splayed like a crucifix.
Now there is no tomorrow,
only the farce of my predicament,
standing like a drowned coyote howling
at the moon as though it would be there forever.