Best Aches Poems
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pierce my ears,
caressing notes to rake
tears on such moonlit aches,
strings groan through passages
on breaths as scrapes of violin
lurch; veiled weeping dives
low like fine spear falling
on my riddled head,
as if to crack reeds
just there,
enthralled
by heaves of waved air
swelling along melodies
tragic in liquid gothic drones,
my old innocence plucked raw
beyond deep allegro of time;
tunes' long drags hard to bear
peeling my burnt flesh slow
the fine bow screeches,
I cry on slain notes
Realizing, Yearning For Lost Youth Had Birthed Poetic Aches
Just past forest green, field of cold and hard stones
there in his youth he oft sat, rejected, sad and alone;
blissful in solitude and mindful of dark world's hurt
poet in deep thought, how best to write and atone.
Creating realms to shatter earth's hardest day
well beyond this world's mass of whirling decay;
in ragged jeans and older brother's torn shirt
searching, searching for life and a better way.
With pen in left hand and an armada of words
scribbling out verses, only to please singing birds;
with heart's pure joy in each word gushing spurt
he deeply scrutinized all his well crafted words.
Years flew by, sanctuary was lost to worldly greed
slowly, ever so slowly he gave way to selfish needs;
his desires, he in prideful arrogance sought to convert
thus raising his own sorrows from lust's thorny seeds.
Racing back, searching for that field lonely dreams
a child again, escaping world's darkest schemes;
found he, truth and joy replaced by life's great hurt
flowing forth in never ending black raging streams.
Then one fine dawn, he remembered that sad, sad place
cold stones that spoke, spoke to him face to face;
regain thy true soul, plant seeds in fresh, fertile dirt
for thy youthful years, no poetic words can replace.
With far greater knowledge, his grief he forsakes
realizing, yearning for youth had birthed poetic aches;
he sat there in new bought jeans and bright shirt
writing new poetic verses, during sweet coffee breaks.
August 2nd, 2017
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For the 'The Poet's Ache' contest - Greg Barden
Jim starts the day with good intention
Jobs need doing that require his attention.
The garden needs a good sprucing up
His vegetation 'triffids' are running amok.
He mows the lawn, trims the hedges,
Creates those nice, neat lined edges.
Weeds the borders, deadheads the flowers,
Feeds the plants their nutritional powers.
The hard soil is dug, ready and prepped
To sow the seeds for home grown veg.
Must not forget to prune back the tree
A labour of love is what it can be.
Hours of work that seemed never ending
His body and limbs, stretching and bending.
Sun burnt skin, his head now aches
Back is killing him, so takes a break.
Joints and muscles moan and groan
Weeds now gone are finally dethroned.
Jim's bones applaud with clicks and cracks
His badge was the sting when a wasp attacked.
Admiring his garden that he has served
His body felt it carried every ache in the world.
The thing Jim will remember and quickly did learn
To wear factor fifty to avoid the sunburn.
29.08.24
Moonlight will reign when twilight fades
Skies darken and starlight cascades
The world is poised, ready for sleep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
Tides continue to ebb and flow
Grief chills my life like Winter snow
Tears borne on waves into the deep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
Nights are long as I lie abed
Memories of us fill my head
Time moves slowly, seeming to creep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
In restlessness, I toss and turn
For what I have lost, I still yearn
From love we've sown, I cannot reap
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
Muted in lament are my sighs
So no one hears my mournful cries
I pray to God, "My soul to keep"
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
As dawn appears in morning light
I'm thankful for passage of night
Across my room, sunlight will sweep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
how my heart aches for you
you who do not see
the dainty charm of words
and their sweet efficacy
how my heart aches for you
you who remain unmoved
by the nuances and hues
of rhymes my heart's approved
how my heart aches for you
you who do not fawn
over works of Langston Hughes
and the likes of great John Donne
How my heart aches for you
you who do not feel
the soothing sentiment
of poems that can heal
How may heart aches for you
it aches, it aches, it aches
for you cannot bear your soul
to poetic gust that shakes
how my heart aches for you
for you will never know
the passion that sears my soul
then bathes me in its glow
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Eileen Manassian
“If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”
?Saadi (A Persian POET)
My hyacinths are shaped liked poems!
My heart aches for the one I hold drear, for the one I call mine, for the love of the one that I've
held in my arms so tight.
6/30/10
MY HEART ACHES FOR YOU
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
By now, you may have forgotten me
Yet every where I look, it’s you I see
Never to see you again, my nightmarish plight
So I visit our old haunts, night after night
In hopes you’ve returned to fulfill my dream
You and I together, anew, my hope filled scheme
Friends encourage me to find someone new
But, day after day, my heart pines for you
I still frequent the place, where we first met
Love was in the air, romance in bloom, and yet
I silent, hiding my feelings day after day
Remained muted, when I had so much to say
That, I idolized you: and wanted you for my own
Being near you gave me feelings I’d never known
I might find those moments with someone new
But, day after day, my heart yearns for you
I gather with our friends, they speak of you
Unaware of the anguish, I’m going through
Remaining silent doomed me to quiet reveries
Imaginary moments, together, anxious to please
Wonder if she ever thought of me as her lover
She beguiled my senses, I may never recover
I might find peace with someone new
But, day after day, my heart aches for you
Deathless Aches, Heart's Desires
Thoughts of Heart are as mystical ships that traverse
Ranging amidst the restless ocean ways,
Their crimson prows surging through the sunrise,
Their golden sails adream in evening haze.
Thoughts of broken spirit wander sadly
Unfriendly waters; raging, storm-shattered they roam;
Sea-reft their beauty, moaning all their music,
No haven dares to call them home.
Far sundered are their soundings, far diverging
Magic winds that sing their course,
For some may find the Hesperides, but others,
Those far, sad and dark islands of Remorse.
There they may safely harbor, dark as hell's morn
Awaiting in that cradle, where deathless aches are born!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2015
Note- Non-traditional sonnet, archaic messaging.
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(A) "adream"--Webster's Third New International Dictionary
adream adjective
Etymology: a- (I) + dream, v.
dreaming
old people motionless and adream
- See more at: http://findwords.info/term/adream#sthash.UnF3w8ZI.dpuf
(B) "reft" ---A past tense and a past participle of reave.
reave
rev/
verbarchaic
carry out raids in order to plunder.
rob (a person or place) of something by force.
"reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast"
steal (something).
source- https://encrypted.google.com/#q=reave+definition
(C) "sundered"--sun·der
's?nd?r/
verbliterary
past tense: sundered; past participle: sundered
split apart.
"the crunch of bone when it is sundered"
synonyms: divide, split, cleave, separate, rend, sever, rive
"his father and he were sundered by religious differences"
(D) Hesperides--Definition of HESPERIDES. 1. : a legendary garden at the western extremity of the world producing golden apples. 2. : the nymphs in classical mythology who guard with the aid of a dragon a garden in which golden apples grow.
Hesperides | Definition of Hesperides by Merriam-Webster
www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/HesperidesMerriam-Webster
My heart’s craving you.
My hands are aching for you.
The ache of always.
Autumn sneaks early into September
With cloudy days and cooler temp,
A feeling of fall in the morning air
Arthritis is back, causing me to limp.
Thank goodness for dear ol’ Ben Gay
With his sweet smell of peppermint,
He helps me make it through the day
By applying his soothing, minty scent.
The pain is real, the ache depresses
With stiffness that won’t go away,
We all have those minor distresses
Unfortunately, Arthritis plans to stay!
Written September 10, 2022
My heart aches when I read poems with word play,
Like mixing all colors in painted clay.
Random images just leap out like sparks
The meaning intended misses the mark.
Some write and label their poems a nonet
While not taking time to see what is it.
Writing's a school for learning till the end
Tossed words are not salads we write and send.
Poets take time to weave their creation
Poems are born, like a child of expression.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.19.16
'Everything Aches'
Oh my arms do ache as I write down this prose
Most days it feels like the pain goes all the way to my toes
Bring me back lazy days lying in the sun
Or the age when being flexible meant so much more fun
Living with aches and strains and all things stretchy
Remembering a day without pain seems so sketchy
From my head, to my ankles, hips and back in between
They say it would help if I could be more 'lean'
But extra movement above the essentials feels unfair
It even kills me each morning just to blow dry my hair
So please understand how hard it can be every day
When all I want to do is stay in my bed and lay
I know you may find it hard to understand
That even the slightest pain in the knuckles, the hand
Can be overbearing, and so unforgiving
But still have to work, still make a living
If only you knew how hard most days it becomes
Just to text and email, how much it strains ones thumbs
Childbirth may have been so much faster and slicker
But ageing of the pelvis and hips comes much quicker
My pelvic floor and backside have certainly seen better days
My moaning and groaning you must hope is a faze
Shoulders forever, feeling so strained
My legs constantly looking blue veined
Cramps in my arches, IBS in my tummy
Hereditary illness, blame my flexible mummy
Bunions will scream, Bulging discs take my power
It even pains me just to stand in the shower
Tired and sleepy I need to relax
Even those days that I rest to the max
So just bring me your patience, comfort, understanding
Even when you hear my joints creak more than the landing
You know it's me, 'crackling' just walking downstairs
The lack of sleep again bringing nightmares
Thank you for listening, for just being here
Not having you close to comfort is my biggest fear
I know I go on, my frustration and tears
Must be hard work for so many years
But knowing you're here to carry the weight of my head
Even on the days it feels heavier than lead
Gives me the strength to be strong, keep me moving
Your love and support it just keeps on proving
Thank you again for holding my hand and week wrist
Even though my pain must never seem to cease to persist
'Everything Aches' by Victoria Payne
Aches and pains, pains and aches
Is this what old age is about?
What about sailing off into the sunset
Instead we complain about gout
It hasn't been bad at least not for me
Been one of the fortunate ones
Count all my blessings every damn night
Each morn I welcome the sun
Why me I ask, how come I'm the one
Escaping old age symptoms
Like gall stones, cholesterol, and diabetes
A lifetime most can't fathom
One day, that day will descend upon me
Hope it's quick and painless
A sissy I am and I always have been
Perhaps I'll continue to be blessed
Aches and pains, pains and aches
Is this what old age is about?
Gateway stars
Your colors wrap around my dimension
In other words here we go again
My glorious accusation
The stifled flights
I was stolen from our mother
Celestial moons are finding their way to the breakfast table
I’m too tired to feast
My neck aches
My heart aches and breaks for innocent lives shed
Darkness is running rampant throughout our land
Lives were lost; the classroom was covered in red
My heart aches and breaks for innocent lives shed
Our nation is not the same cause our children bled
Those kids was all our kids, we must take a stand
My heart aches and breaks for innocent lives shed
Darkness is running rampant throughout our land
06/05/2022
Alexis Y.