Best Belonging Poems
Ascending within; to feel my happiness climB
Setting out solo; internal ecstasy can providE
Carving contentment by relearning to crawL
Enjoying this wonderful spiritual crescendO
Noticing on the way; all little things contaiN
Dualities in me but don't require explaininG
Intrinsic kaleidoscopes; always up the antI
Needless is it to enforce emotional refraiN
Grasp the view feeling truest in belonginG
We started, all of us, with a dream
A need to be more than we might seem
Add to our lives a bright, new shine
To honour those of an older time
Some few had gathered, one fair day
A party planned, a game to play
A passing fancy to recreate
The lives that have been lost to fate
The players, spent at party's end
Were loathe to join the world again
They wished that they might be so bold
To live as those from times of old
A game, a dream was born that night
And through the darkness spread its light
To many dreamers this dream spoke
And new ideas in them awoke
To re-learn skills, to practice art
And in the chivalry take part
To serve a King both brave and strong
A lady Queen inspiring song
To hear the voices of the bards
To take thy turn amongst the guards
To write the song a kingdom sings
To live with honour in all things
That is what the dreamers saw
The picture that they tried to draw
Though gaming was the simple goal
The dream now had a living soul
Now hundreds strong the armies stand
And face each other on the sand
But once the battle's fought and won
Both friend and foe all stand as one
They sing together of their homes
And bow to one another's thrones
Honouring the bond they share
The common dream that brought them there
The dream that draws us ever in
Calls us to gather once again
To play, once more, our 'let's pretend'
To live the dream that will not end
"The streams are my veins" ~ by Constance La France
I feel
I belong to
the pellucid stream that
gently swerves through the rocks as I
stroll leisurely along the rough ravine;
Warm and vibrant, it heals my soul;
My reflection, I see;
The connection
I feel
Date: 08/17/2022
Submitted for: Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The Sun
Belongs to the earth and
Moon
Empowering each with beauty
Never missing a day
The Sun
Casts pastel shades
Upon the horizon
Revealing the fog's presence
In the distant vale
The Birds
Each sing morn's song
A secret melody to each other
Mankind entertained
As a bystander
Belonging
Each belongs to the other
Dependent
A circle that can't be
Broken
Belonging
To neither family
separated
Unaccepted in family trees
Intwined
To a family
Belonging
To earth, heaven, moon, stars, sky and
Sun
Belonging
To God
Sponsor: Kim Morrison
Contest: Just Write
Date written: May 05, 2014
Piece of calm
In this
World of chaos
Breath of relief
While grasping
For a single gulp
Of air
The grounded green of
Spring
Of hope rising
Of life reborn
To the burning passions
Of the flame
Full of power and energy
That can take it
All down
The silence
At 3am
With the moon
In the horizon
To the clamorous city
People making their
Way upstate
At noon
With the sun
Beaming down upon them
All
The balance
Between it all
Where they belong
We're all searching--
searching for a place where we feel safe,
a point we can retreat to and set out from,
a place to call our own.
It's a feeling, really, a feeling that one finds
in that which we hold closest to our hearts:
a loved one's embrace,
kind words from a friend,
a song that brings a smile,
memories of long-ago summer afternoons,
when cares were few and simple.
We're all searching--searching for that feeling;
a feeling most often found in a singular place.
Old or young, man or woman, rich or poor,
no matter race or religion, creed or country,
sometimes we just need to feel like we belong,
like we are part of something.
For some, it is a house,
and for others, a neighborhood.
For some, it is a town,
and for others, a team.
For some, it is a school,
and for others, a state.
For some, it is a country,
and for others, the world at large;
yet, for many, it is simply their own small corner of it.
But no matter where it is or why we feel it, it is ours.
Where we can go to renew ourselves and our spirits.
It is our refuge, our place of peace,
a place of love, a place called home.
So it begins.., somewhere
it always must. Right?
Just picturing Dorothy starting out.., followin' Billie Burke's yellow brick road,
on a cause..
with bewitched ruby shoes.
many munchkins encouraging entourage in song..
a crushed one lost.
She was alone then, mostly, accept for Toto only
embarking on a journey to Oz...
Don't ya see?
It was belonging they both tried to find..
That winding road's spiral'd beginning
that's it
that's what it's like..
Blowin' dandelions at an age before
as ages go, seeds on the wind
before the scary sounds, the cries..
who's to blame?
Waiting your turn, soon to rush headlong
her bracelet still hanging on
a battle of bullets and longing
where a hallowed enemy waits...
all shredded waves
now gone
a bracelet worn too, he..
from her., just as you.
It was belonging they tried to find,
both of them.., could've been best friends
before war's indifference..
so glad once.., yet the same
oh, don't ya see?
who's to blame.
Last night my son stirred
between half wake and sleep.
I stroked his soft hair,
And I kissed his small cheek.
He said, “Mummy, these cuddles
tonight were the best”
and wished for forever
with him in our nest.
When a baby arrives
through the heart of their mother,
they’re laid on your chest —
you belong to each other.
There’s no room for choices,
for burnout or fear.
Your instinct is roaring:
just keep them near.
But life slowly loosens
the threads as they grow.
Your heart doesn’t want to,
your mind must let go.
They trust other people,
They want to explore.
New voices will teach them —
And guard every door.
When the nights feel too quiet,
the silence too deep,
I’ll remember that whisper
between half wake and sleep —
how he held me so close
in his small dreaming world,
and for one perfect moment,
love quietly unfurled.
There must be a place to find a smiling face,
To share some joy each day just in being.
Never, though I search, through this scary place
Is there just one smile I'm seeing.
Will I ever find a place where I belong,
Where faces smile 'stead of frowning?
Is it really me who's always in the wrong?
Oh why, oh why don't I belong?
Different I may be, but how are they to see
When never do they try to know me?
Can't they ever see, when they look at me,
Someone wanting to belong?
Silly tricks I play, are just to find a way
To show them I'm alive and breathing.
Deep within my heart, I live alone, apart.
Oh why, oh why don't I belong?
There must be somewhere
Someone who'd really care
And see beyond this mask I'm wearing.
Magic that I do, all my powers too
I would gladly give to you.
If you'd only love me,
If you'd only hold me,
Maybe just a smile would do it.
There must be a place to find a smiling face
And know at last that I belong.
Because, I am only
belonging to
you......
Your soul washes my
body with care
and flooding me with
your emotion
Allowing, my love to
swim with your love
and holds my love
into your affections
There are so many
women in this world
but you are the best
woman I ever seen
You are like a star
of the night sky
where you shine like
a diamond in my
heart
You are like a
princess up in the
castle
where I long to be
your prince in your
life
You are like an
angel in my dreams
where I ride of
bliss and joy
You are like a
mirror on the wall
where I am the
reflection of you
Now, I have given
you my key for my
heart
and you only can
open my heart
Because I am only
belonging to you
Ravi Sathasivam /
Sri Lanka
All rights are
reserved 2014
My heart is reaching for you
While my mind is putting up its roadblock
It may startle me, or it may not
If on my soul you did knock
Scared you are really mine
Just feels silly that I would deserve
Hard to wrap my head around
How you wrap around my every nerve
It's scary how one could feel your presence
Days before you even show
I see a stranger im in love with
While your eyes say…
all about me you already know
While I feel a longing for your touch
I am confused, I am terrified
What if you end up being just a live dream
And to my own existence I have lied
Doesn't seem real, you being here
Yet I know it's this way or nothing
I want it this strong or to just remain alone
Yet now I can feel our lives already blending
Did God cheat you out of how wonderful you could be
By placing you to be in love with a kalopsia like me?
I feel so cheap, then I feel so ataraxia about myself
It would be mild to say whats between us is a kilig
But for you I’ll stay…its so simple…i see no other way.
Mothers, fathers, and their children,
seldom share the exact same beliefs
No matter what their religion might be,
proving a child's relationship with their god
is no different than with a parent, odd
A youth’s peace of mind, his longing
for his place, a sense of belonging
The road is long, painful, and circuitous
A troubled childhood, school bullies, plague us
Dubious religious sects, false, he is their prey
Unscrupulous mental health professionals,
make the journey seem futile and tear him apart
Finding wisdom, purpose, and sense of belonging
are finally attained from lessons learned and taken to heart.
This is a rhupunt written for DISiDERATA's contest with the theme based on "you are a child of the universe, no more of less than the trees and the stars"
A human race of relay and replay,
Their soles push off unforgiving exteriors
And are kept on track by applauded obedience.
Their recurrently blistered hearts
Become calloused by an aura of expectation.
Hedonism is a fort where their souls sit while their bodies work.
They chip at the sedimentary foundation of their spirits
To harvest a second of sedentary cessation.
Their bodies cycle through obligations
While their minds are babysat by empty stimulation.
An evolving species of technological hybrids,
Their eyes are glued to the baggage of what their hands make.
They syphon their own consciousness into blocks of metal.
So advanced, they transform into the robots they create,
And relish in the reality of desolate mystery.
Skilled in the art of artificiality,
The leaders challenge naturality with isolation.
They quarantine those who are sick with manic compassion,
And crush contentment into a take-once-a-day solution.
But here, the wind and trees sing harmonies
Which stop us in our tracks and sweep us off our feet.
We rest our bodies in the arms of others
While our minds explore the layers of our souls.
Our hands remain free to guide the blind into themselves,
And we wear our emotions like an interpretive art.
Here, hardship plagues and endings are tragic.
Negativity festers in optimists’ open wounds
And imperfection dresses each being.
Yet here, unity lies like a blanket over struggle,
And simplicity heals the wounds of humanity.
Belonging
I wanted love so very much
That I could almost taste it.
And So I gave it all to you
And hoped you would not waste it.