Best Amid Poems
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He dwells on the sound, of the leafless branches
Describes the trees, admits the guiltless eye
In conversation with frivolous jagged shadows
His joys and sorrows with a true heart
The tree and he, had already embraced each other
In the winter when the stars shiver under the frost,
the trees go to sleep
Thin branches, like chalk white fingers point up into the air
The passion that everyone feels drunk with
but not so drunk that you drown
With magical power and a warm soul
Strange fluctuation of all natural things
Branches encircled with a beard of moss
a buzzing life of larvae
where the birds can live without alms
Before the happy days are lost in curly
cold and heavy snow clouds
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22/11/2019
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Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
2nd place in the contest
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Amid the Jagged Shadows
The restless wind swept all your leaves away,
gay colors I enjoyed every day.
My heart feels like you, my favorite tree,
in a colorless world I've lost my glee.
My heart is aching as holidays near,
I miss you so much and wish you were here.
Often nights, I barely sleep before dawn.
I'm trying to cope with you being gone.
My sweet granddaughter, with tears in my eyes,
I welcome again a lonely sunrise.
You remain in the shadows of my heart.
With my deepest love, to you I impart.
11-24-19
Poem of the Day November 26, 2019
~First Place~
Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
"I remember the years you spent under my wing,
As I recall all the joy, it makes my heart sing"
*Note: My Granddaughter is not dead, but her family moved a flight away.
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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where demon seed, long cast o’er hallowed ground
pierces the death hardened soil,
thorn and bramble gather over darkened culverts
as a magpie peers from a barren branch,
seeking chain and splint, shards of the past and refuse
cast along greasy curbs, urine stained and flocked
Street lamps flicker, spitting kerosene among
dampened dreams of misty prophecies,
dripping senseless feelings ‘pon
fractured sidewalks while muted footprints wander,
muddied tracks woven in the darkness
of another’s hope, disappearing beyond the rusted gate
And I, fearless in the cold, frigid winds
gusting towards a tomorrow’d passion,
a bough of moss creaking along desolate twigs,
tortured thoughts and worried chapters,
leafless in this winter of no vacancy
and spoiled apples call…
for I am the Night Keeper, the harbinger of moons,
restless on this eve of starless wishes,
broker of destitute destinations, waiting in
these jagged shadows of your own making
midst crying vestiges of failures found,
to lead you into the depths…
…of your deserved delusions
11/22/19
Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs;"
I sit alone in the Winter of my life
To ponder, the length of years by my own design
Here in this dim-lit realm of shades
I need to leave love's tribulations
on the barren floor of my mind
and free my soul from love's grief
that flows fluid upon the invisible silence
of wished filled yesterdays that have gone
with my lost horizons painted in fool's gold reliance
Perhaps, I will remember a happier time
when the light of life filled my desires
in rendered emotions of inlaid passions
and dreams of wondrous wonder
Where footprints had yet left imprints
upon the virgin landscape of my soul I once cast asunder
Beneath these leafless boughs,
my amber thoughts lay scattered across my memory
as I wrestle reality away from the illusion
and once again fill my empty eyes with tomorrow
Before my life's Winter comes with its dark cold
and buries me beneath these leafless boughs
next to the grave of the love I sold
11/22/19
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Any Form Poetry Contest
sponsor...Dear Heart-Wisshkobi Ode
Written: May 3rd, 2024
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We twirled amidst the falling rain,
Flowing locks, dripping with freedom.
A gentle touch, our hands entwined,
As we traversed the highways of our lives,
it vanished from view as our eyes met
smiled and gently kissed our worries away.
leaving our reflections
behind
Listen to the rain's gentle song tonight
Feel the tears, they're mine,
Whispering gently on your rooftop.
unrestrained.
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs;”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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I stand amidst the stillness of the graveyard and browse
My unbearable anguish like drooping flowers surge,
Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs,
While hungry birds fly round twittering a plaintive dirge.
The old oak tree now denuded from all its green leaves
Time pass, forlorn eerie mist descends hiding the grave
Then sparkling white snow flutter down, thus my heart bereaves,
Bringing on hopelessness that dear life can never save.
No flowers by request she always maintained and said.
I could not bear to see others hide her from my view,
I disobeyed her and covered her with roses red.
Memories flooded my mind with thoughts that I pursue.
In the pain stillness of my heart, I know death does part
But like the nude oak tree, no one can refill my heart.
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs"- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Encompassed by autumn's gloam
Naked limbs reach for the sky
But it's just the season in which they call home
As they endure till spring is nigh
In the tangled obscurity of distant thought
We may find our season of gloom
Lost within memories the winds have brought
From melancholy to the joy of a spring bloom
These sentiments are not rooted in the mind
But float freely as through them we browse
And answers we seek we may yet find,
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs"
11-26-19
Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
“The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.”
-- Marcus Aurelius --
" Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs"
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Gold tinged paints dripped from the air,
under the clear opalescent autumn sky,
jade foliage turned to full-bloom flower,
I flew my heart like a bird over the canopy.
The canopy of your allure so beguiling
took me to the enticing heights of ecstasy.
The nest we built in the cleft of boughs
glistened in love-laced moonshine night.
Night of strife surged a wrecking storm,
the nest crumbled to debris of despair.
You flew away to the sunny sky obscure,
left me to suffer in the spasm of winter.
Winter frost slithered with the north wind
to desolateness of the defoliated boughs.
I felt my love freeze in the congealed heart
amid the jagged shadow of broken wings.
" Without love, we are birds with broken wings"
- Mitch Albom
November 28, 2019
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 12
There are a lot of word Smiths on this site
Who pen good poems that are out of sight
Its likened to attending a beautiful feast
Or eating good bread with just enough yeast
However, I must point out, and it's not a myth
I am in no way, shape, or form a word, Smith
But, I marvel at the talented people here
Viewing their various poems fills me with cheer
I am forever thankful I found Poetry Soup
This community is such a fantastic group
Finding the gift of words saved my life
It rescued me from heartache and strife
So, although I don’t cross every “ T” nor;
Do I dot every “I” writing means much more
I know some could care less about my poetry
It’s ok, well all have different tastes, you see
However, we must respect one another
By not saying nasty things to each other
Isn’t this lovely site about sharing poetry?
The backbiting needs to stop; It’s no mystery
Amid a few bad apples on this amazing site
This will always be a place for me to write
Alexis Y.
08/18/2022
"Amid the jagged shadows of
mossy leafless boughs; "
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Amid the jagged shadows
Being left alone in a state,
so destitute
With a pain wrapped around
her, so absolute
She wished she knew of
some way to cope
So lost in grief, she had lost
all chance of hope
The pain pulled her down
made her feel so low
Upon her soft cool cheeks
tears unchecked did flow
Unbearable pain within her
chest would ache
She prayed to god it was
some cruel mistake
Amid the jagged shadows
of leafless mossy boughs
Light had left her, now the
darkness she must allow
Date:11/21/2019
Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
In the midst of midnight croon
laden with stars, the sky bends
refracting light into a spectrum
of drifting colour mystique blithe.
Beauteous in a wilderness
amid the feeble dimness
of old mossy leafless boughs;
owls and other creatures rouse
into emptiness of the night.
They step out of the shadows
beneath the old resting maple,
flickering candlelight in hand,
and fall to their knees on soften
crackle of dry leaves; a trifle eerie.
A sudden gust of wind, a chill,
reap and thresh, a tortured flesh,
kneeling in credence with mournful din.
Penance will never end for sin
in the dark hour struggle and shame.
11/29/2019
I am losing you again
White, oh your skin, whiter than pearls…
I sit here, trying not to stare,
Serene you are, as you lie in your bed,
How awful could agony become?
I am losing you again
Chapped and faded your divinely drawn lips…
Opaque, the spark in your eyes, it no longer exists,
Uttering out the words, "you had my heart from the start,"
Lament, your words are, as your lips part,
Does God really need another angel by His side?
Exasperating, your paralysis, suffocates me…
Abashed I awake, from a nightmare,
Throbbing, I almost submerged your sheets with gasoline,
Yelping,
Oh poor baby, you are so soggy from the chemo,
Undying, everlasting we are, hang on my love,
Rusting your skin, your sickness is so ruthless, to kill you,
Could I really break the wall my pride has built?
Angst haunted me as I listened to the mournful,
Notes of the saddest symphony existing…
Could I please place a red rose on your mahogany sepulcher?
Endless our love is, as a paroxysm of pain,
Rushed through my blood,
Amid the purple phlox, and the emerald elms,
Waves of distress, overwhelm,
As I realise how your anguish was so true,
Yesterday, I wished I had died instead of you…
******This poem had special appeal to me in that a friend had brought up that I had a talent for poetry and he encouraged me to write more. I was very proud of this piece, which was written at one of my 'hideaways' where I find inspiration; nature poetry or what some call 'nature erotica'. This poem was anthologized, which makes me feel rather fortunate, since a publisher requested it among many other poets and great poems. I think I finally 'saw' what my friend had after it was officially published*****
Amid the sylvan shade,
the footpaths teem with wooded laugh,
the sylph she giggles atop aerie slumber,
tickled in soft-slender breeze;
the nectar dews,
meady-moss and carpet-leaves,
juniper and berry-sweet breath
She sings amid the sylvan shade
nothing to do but sigh and dream
her wanton-wistful way
The glade whispers wishes (weening)
tempered hush,
echoed odes of faerie-tongue forgotten rhyme,
But for the meadow and vale,
aerie eagle cries,
none has come but I;
to sit and ponder, and listen -----
homage,
amid the sylvan shade
Sitting next to me, you turn pages of our album
Unfolding sweet memories, treasured longingly,
Revealing verses of love in ballad of setting sun
Glittering autumn’s twilight on golden foothills
As blazing meadows inflame yearnings of visions
Beckoning us to horizon’s gamboge ebullience.
You remind me how we snuggled in its essence
When evening enchanted moonlit mountains
Stealing zealous glance of seductive passions
As tenor of desires rustled in crimson vistas
And smitten eyes gleamed in ruby winds of fall
Beneath millions of stars glinting heavens above.
Slowly you uncover amour of lingering dreams
Recalling fondly when we planted our seedlings
Watching them grow into vibrant blossoming trees
As spring of our lives bloomed scented flowers
And burgeoning seasons tallied passage of time
Reminiscing nostalgically in allure of bygone era.
Faded are the photos we peruse through now,
Amid falling leaves drifting on wings of eventide;
Each floating leaf evokes moment from the past
Inscribing its imprints upon autumnal canvas
As resplendent panorama revels our happy hearts
Swaying rhythms of night in your romantic aura.
August 1, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 20 – Free Verse 3 – Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Amid Falling Leaves
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
perhaps
in your eyes
i was never
the better part
of you
maybe
that's why
i always
let you
get the better
of me
it's like a game
when push comes
to shove
you always
win
i hear
the echoes
of your voice
raining down
on me
through
the umbrage
of time
i shiver
naked
like a sprig
on a leafless tree
in winter's breath
that harsh wind
of jagged memories
cuts through me
as my roots
remain twisted
in the mossy shallow
of your grave