Best Authentically Poems
Don’t waste your time with pieces,
with “almost” and “not quite.”
Life’s too sharp for half-hearted choices,
for living in the in-between.
Either speak, or stay quiet,
but never let silence be a whisper
you didn’t mean to make.
Don’t wait for the right moment
to give your whole self.
Half a truth is a lie in disguise,
and what you leave unsaid
will live louder than anything you speak.
Don’t walk halfway to a goal—
it’s just a road you’ll never finish.
Dream only what you can touch,
and hold those dreams with both hands.
There’s no room for waiting
for someone else to fill in the blanks,
no one else will show up
to finish your story for you.
A piece of love is no love at all.
Neither is a moment shared
when you’re not really there.
What’s the point of a laugh
if it’s caught halfway in your throat?
What’s a promise
if it’s never fully given?
Half a life is like a house
that never gets built,
a song that doesn’t end,
a dance with no rhythm.
Don’t just exist—
be fully present,
not a shadow of who you could be.
There’s nothing wrong with starting over,
but never start only to stop.
Don’t live in the spaces between,
but fill the room with everything
you are.
Categories:
authentically, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Mirror mirror on the wall
I went to the beauty salon today
Silver strands ~ gone
Long dark wavy hair ~ beautiful
Bet you're jealous ~ ha
Twirling away and singing "because I'm happy" by Pharrell Williams
Six weeks later...
Mirror mirror on the wall
If you keep showing those silver strands
I'm going to give you some cracks
Bet you won't like that
Walking away mumbling how people are talking to her but their eyes upon her head
Days later...
Mirror mirror on the wall
What is the meaning of this
Each day I'm seeing more glitters spreading
I'm plucking them out but they seems to keep surfacing
"Sighing" knowing full well
She'll never beat this medallic battle
Weeks later...
Mirror mirror on the wall
I've come to realize these silver strands are the enhancing highlights of my life
For every silver strand had its own enchanting story
So color me away
They say she's too young to go silvering
Maybe they're right
Today...
Mirror mirror on the wall
Keep calm
And go authentically silverlicious
My hair
My beauty
My silver strands
Smile
Akkina R Downing
1-5-18
Categories:
authentically, emotions, hair, humor, mirror,
Form:
Free verse
Be who you are
Not what others want you to be
Your life is not theirs
It is yours ….so live it authentically!
Categories:
authentically, identity, life, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
You are calming to me daily
Calm, like the water I see
You take interest and care for me
In sweet ways, so consistently
You reach my soul in ways to be
Content within security
You offer true found empathy
I share with you serenity
That bring simple things authentically
With you my angel, I am free
As our wings lift us, so gently
In our own shared place, peacefully
I rest in our thoughts, silently
Heidi Sands
9/22/17
Categories:
authentically, appreciation, care, friend,
Form:
Monorhyme
Sometimes I wander, as if I’m lost,
But I know I will find my way
I hold onto what means most to me
With trust in the coming day
For my best intentions evolve to be
Where my heart will choose to stay
Content as I am with a sunset I see
Free as the birds flying at the bay
Calm as I am, to know what is true
Living authentically is all I can do
Heidi Sands
7/3/17
Categories:
authentically, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a poet with a complex life, but thankfully writing helped me survive
--- Ever since I was a child, I have been writing ---
I have been many things, sometimes shy and quiet, other times outspoken
I’ve been called headstrong, I have also been called independent
But, I am sensitive to what anyone and everyone goes through
I am sensitive to what goes on in the world, some things tear me up
I want to help, to reach people, create positive change, spread care and love
Earlier on, I had to hide my true self to survive, now I live authentically
Most of all, I want to be free to be who I am and pursue my creative goals
To follow my beliefs and make the most I can out of this life I have
I have overcome a lot of obstacles, on a long road, to get where I am now
--- I hold on tightly to gratitude every day that goes by ---
--- Life is not easy, but it is about continuing to try ---
Heidi Sands
8/28/17
*Placed 10th in The Poet’s Own Contest
Categories:
authentically, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
THE MAIDEN:
My little Juliette,
my hand floating over her back;
and her tiny hand with mine.
Now, we all sing songs to Capulet.
And they all pause;
they are enthralled.
Younger lads know their remedy;
no, not strong drink -
whatever you think.
But, like if the gleaming sun is her virginity;
that power of light is her affinity.
In the late hour,
I did inspire her,
in her bower,
her bosom to bloom and blossom.
I saw she and she me,
with a wide look of glee,
wild eyes and heartbeats of jubilee.
She was not toward I, nor I to her, persnickety.
We fell fast together, authentically.
THE CRONE:
That crone, witch and total %#&^%.
She made everything a hitch,
and brought today's sorrow,
and brings more curses the morrow.
Her. In The Brothel.
She is there in every hovel.
Her coiled brown hair,
that brings my passions to bare.
The desires all around us.
'Why does she bother' you ask?
Her nails pushing and rummaging
under my skin,
raking the hair of my arms.
I can smell her now.
Her soft perfumes.
And. Also.
It is night.
And so she wrapped me tight,
yet it was all hollow.
I wish I could forget it now.
THE GODDESS:
And there! The goddess in the pale moon,
she walks and talks and makes the willows swoon.
She walks and talks to me,
and causes romance to loom.
The way sunlight moves around her hair,
and the breezes that pushes against her form.
The gold of sunshine in the tall grasses,
where we did roam.
The Pixies sit up there,
over the brook.
In the trees, at night,
above her shoulders,
while the water laps moonlight.
The smell of pines and saplings,
and the colors,
glaring off the ice, and,
the never ending sheens of summer.
Her hand in mine.
S.M. Diamond
7/01/2019
Categories:
authentically, romance, self, senses, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
Inner self renowned free; owned only by me in the thicket of the woods which is ticket to the
goods. Lovely dew drop, tear drop worries obliterated by the sun. Rings true that I don't
know what I've won but myself-- tiny, big, larger than life- Not! Famous to none; infamous to
one-- maybe! That old tree that never moves but to stalemate then check. Mark it off-- I'm
done! Approval, Approval, Approval! Stamp me authentically me. Nature calls no one as we
call it often. Rings true, I believe. Natural self looks like Apollo and Daphne in the minds eye
of keen perception. Distorted fragments of soapstone in my artist's mind recalls and carves
and older self. Rewind now, back to babyhood; not yet out of the woods of my sheltered life.
Sheltered life, comfortable; Sheltered strife, uncomfortable; Shelters galore, displaced
woman. Never to become morbidly serious about reality-- I'm an Aspen now in a darkened
mood detached adhered to my silverish, thirtyish leaves, leaving one silver-gray split hair on
the memory of the past which is still not true to self-- now in present life is hopeful and not
reproachful!
Categories:
authentically, healthself, me, self,
Form:
Free verse
Believing is possible only by grace
Interior helps the Eternal Holy Spirit
It is no less true that believing is an authentically human act
Trusting in Eternal God and cleaving to the truths he has revealed
Are contrary neither to human freedom onor to human reason
Even in human relations it is not contrary to our dignity to believe
What other persons tell us about themselves
Their intentions or to trust their promises
For example
When a man and a woman marry
To share a communion of life with one another
If this is so
Still less is it contrary to our dignity
To yield by faith the full submission of
Intellect and will to Eternal God who reveals
To share a communion with him
1252015
Categories:
authentically, bible, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped over
In comic relief.
Only recognizable as Menoetius,
My only animation was insolence.
I believed nothing in myself,
I knew nothing.
I sought my masquerade in
Metaverse avatars,
Really just 2D analog shadows,
Swaying waves of gray on ashen tv tubes.
Without convictions, I was convicted.
My craven rudeness landed me
In squalid wreckage,
The debris of my dormant sea,
Forsaken a million or more times,
Rebuffed and scorned,
I succumbed to my dense exhaustion.
I shut down where sleep had no form,
Where space-time is an illusion.
Some hint of dream touched and aroused me.
Some anamnesis so much greater than any containment!
I awakened sweaty, wretched, and authentically flawed,
savoring the sudden phenomenal enigma,
Ready to learn the endless patterns
of all the passions and sciences.
Categories:
authentically, atheist, child abuse, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
As you dance among the leaves absorbing Autumns chilly breeze
Evocative colors brain ingests assist minds eye a peaceful rest.
It may bring you to your knees, this painted landscape of the trees
Every eye, instantly pleased, boredom authentically appeased
Upon thoughts of raking leaves, deceased.
Inhaled moments to be seized as, canvas doesn't capture rapture
Sound amplifies escorting passing hisses
Painting simply is remiss as each leaf blows its own individual bliss
Sensations semi~ breathless, Whirlwind whips to face doth kiss
Spicy cider, crisp cool air, Enticing smells are everywhere
Ion forces that charge hair, Senses transformed to keenly aware
Like cleansing rain comes to care, Autumn has a harvest to share
Pumpkin tastes digested and relished, Gardens abundance is embellished
Palate welcomes earths new harvest,
Soups asparagus and leek guides taste buds to seek
Cinnamon nutmeg sprinkle invites tongue top to twinkle
Hints of future bursting creeks, all signs of how nature speaks
Swelling beauty gently peaks,
Swirling twirling everywhere, dance in Autumns love affair
Let it call you to your knees as you pray within the trees
Spying worker honey bees readying for winters freeze
Brisk intoxicating air expanding lung, Supports the life you are among
Dance as Autumns song is sung, Tantalizing color ubiquitously hung
~The Joyful Season of Thanksgiving has finally begun~
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Categories:
authentically, autumn,
Form:
Lyric
What we found in each other;
Was never difficult to uncover;
Transparent; is my perception to view
Undeniably, it's given; because of you
My scales, finally feel complete balance
Curtains drawn back, as too the valance
Once we felt it become authentically real;
It has never been hard to enjoy; or truly feel
Our physical distance negated with a short trip in the car;
Emotional distance doesn't exist; I just recall who you are!
Categories:
authentically, beautiful, beauty, care, devotion,
Form:
Couplet
Anarchy's rife concerns of strife
amoebic controversy's wife
is glory, cast to gain's contrive
while birthright sanctions stow imply!
The rigger, intercedes as ploy
inheritance resolves as toy,
passed from conservative's employ
the rich or poor, slavery's restore!
Decisions reached authentically
no stay of bonds so utilized
contempt of vision, men destroy
provisions archetype chain's story!
A lost regret prison's entail
freedom forgotten with assail
to engineered induction's quail
forgiveness bargained by time's pale!
The vital nuance of restoring
now monologues to senseless cheering,
the quiet ethic time of clearing
now senseless epilogue's revering!
Thoughts parallel not objection's sever
to aftermath's resolve adhering!
Categories:
authentically, conflict, prison, war,
Form:
Monorhyme
Facing my own mortality,
Paralyzed from the neck down,
If I didn't have surgery.
I couldn't absorb what the doctor said.
Oh how I panicked, I couldn't breathe
And likely to faint right on the floor.
"Kick the bucket" entered my mind.
Time taken or time remaining-
A bucket list is a list of the "to dos"
To be checked off, marked as complete.
A wake-up call was in order,
To reclaim my life and to live authentically.
This only emboldened me to go on.
It inspired me to write poetry.
Four months ago I penned my first one.
Still wearing my neck brace, I continue to write.
I now experience in the here and now.
It's easy to regret the roads not taken.
Creating a better ending is what I'll do.
I've reconsidered my notions of time.
Waiting is risky, the future is always uncertain.
Time is truly precious to me.
Connie Gildersleeve
02/20/2013
Categories:
authentically, courage, inspirational, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve always been and always will be, just me
Always trying my best, to live authentically
I’ve been known for facing truth and facts
Sometimes a burden to carry, for life it impacts
Often attacked by those who don’t want to see things
I can be out casted for what my information brings
Yes, in what seems a long life, it has been a theme
But, is everything always exactly what it may seem?
I live and learn, trying to do my best to care
But, I’m just me, sometimes like a bird caught in a snare
Set by those in places, who choose only one way
I release myself free, picking up pieces to a broken day
I am just me, trying to find a free way to dance
In a world of restrictions, where I make my stance
I can survive, heal, and surely I can always grow
But there is one thing for certain, that I know
I am just me today and forward, my soul will not change
In this flow of days lately, full of things to rearrange
I am just me day to day, as I have been from the start
So, I may scream in silence or cry upon dry ground,
But, I will keep speaking truth and share what I’ve found
Some may listen or others may slam the door
But my words will keep flowing, as my voice reaches the shore
Heidi Sands
10/21/21
Categories:
authentically, truth, words,
Form:
Rhyme