Best Binds Poems
Within the hallways of my mind a memory that clings
spoken words of wisdom, beneath the hush of Christmas morn
A little kitchen full of goods a gaze that said, " you are loved"
what a child remembers is all the days of one life's adorn...
Garbed in flannel wrapped in joy beneath the tree we'd sit
unraveling treasures with disentanglement and foresight
Outside the snow kept falling softly upon our little house
where just the four of us kept vigil with the Holy child.
Today the world has changed but one thing still remains
we still believe in Christmas, for its love that binds us all
recall your own Noel dear friends but do remember this
it's in the eyes of those you meet, that sweet, repeated bliss.
Categories:
binds, appreciation, love,
Form:
Free verse
Rhythm develops
everything
horrid
heavenly thoughts
misery
tones of home vibrate
livelihood exists inside
ambiance waves crash
tear shorelines
sliding through marinas
ships live n' die
by rhythm
high tide
to low the sailor knows
to schoon the great deep sea
respecting nature's violent blessing
the Bind that won't untie
excitement for the divide
all there
inside the rhythmic ride
arithmetic and music
cruising ocean blue
with the muse
the full moon at the side
providing just the perfect stride
Categories:
binds, life, nature, philosophy, sea,
Form:
Kwansaba
Alone in my world of solitude, admitting this feeling of mine
my desire to let go and cry, is nothing short of benign
nothing I think to do can elevate, sensing my emptiness to blame
my pain and anguish intimidates, bringing with it this shame
These words I hope to relate, might bring me a respite and chance to feel
maybe I just need assistance, finding a successful way to heal
regardless of the reason, for me truth must still hold true
I can't take this pain much longer, or I don't know just what I'll do
Extending my hand to you my friend, advice is what I really seek
finding an answer to my dilemma, this situation is very bleak
help me to confront that internal pain, in you I dare place my trust
refusing to believe or to give in to despair, I know this I must
My unseen tears, like a falling feather the wind shall carry away
how much did I hope my heart of flesh, would somehow turn into clay
you see my friend how to contend, with a heart weighing me down
trying to solve this anguish I have, in sadness causing me to drown
All my life this world to me, only black and white will I ever be able to see
there is truth and there is untruth, in my eyes that's how it could ever be
this world of gray is not worth much, another way for the selfish to gain
manipulating the truth to benefit themselves, while causing others our pain
living in our world full of desires, with temptations how to tow that straight line
confronted with selfishness and personal gain, thoughts causing my heart to pine
rising to the occasion and choosing wisely, more than this you just cannot do
but if the alternative is to compete with the selfish, run to avoid them like the flu
Comforted I am with these words I learned, quoted in the name of someone great
Rabbi Eliyahu Dessler was his name, and in his wisdom did I truly find my fate
"you can give without loving, but you can't love without giving", is what he would sometimes
relate
so if this path of selfishness is what you choose to follow, your true love will never await
Categories:
binds, happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
A little boy and an ant became great friends one day.
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:
In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.
But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.
The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…
The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.
Categories:
binds, adventure, brother, caregiving, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
probing rays of light
spill through
my window pain
my mind wanders
between shadow and fray
I exhale a faint whisper
into the stagnant
life hovering around me
energy awakens and begins
a dizzy stumbling dance
the sun searches for my presence
in this otherwise dim and lonely space
a hot touch finds my face
I squint as if staring
at the abusive hand
of a dead lover
I recoil in a harsh memory laid to rest
haunted specters
edge through unfulfilled spaces
I lie stoic listening for time to move
I step up on a stair
spiraling down to a
door of self-doubt
that has rotted with age
the hinges have rusted,
and a drunken handle is
dangling
a window of self-blame
fogged by anxious ventilation
curdles inside its frame
it slams wide-shut
when confronted
with any shudder of pain
a bucket of trauma spills over revealing memories
unsettling and stark
but suddenly, a cosmic rain of tears
pours down from above
it washes the fear, branded to my heart
I am showered in healing and unconditional love
memories may surface in soft places,
but I won't be bound,
by the fear or inadequacy
that tore me down
I will never allow my
self-worth to be invaded,
nor my soul, to ever again be degraded
Categories:
binds, how i feel, life,
Form:
Free verse
Sublime hearts entwined two halves of a whole
needing each other staring in wonder.
Never saw beauty till this night's control,
a love swirling round roaring like thunder.
Reddish gold hues peek over the skyline
reflecting my soul cupid's endeavor.
Now the dawns ambush with loves amber wine,
heart lit with ecstasy lost forever.
The pounding of drums as your name lingers
on my lips displacing rainbow sweet hues.
Amazing touches swirl round my fingers
yearning the music I choose not to lose.
In the back seat while idle clouds were low
recapturing past drenched in twilight glow.
1-27-2018
Categories:
binds, love,
Form:
Sonnet
May a star be-speckled sky
be the road that lights your way,
as a comet’s tail protects you
and surrounds you everyday
may the moons of ages past
cast a brilliance on your life
may motherearth hold the secrets
as your footsteps land on strife
I watched as you breached the void
between the veils I’ve yet to lift,
I first held your hand in friendship
and my heart was thrown adrift
So, in love with your first breath
that I had nothing left to fear,
see the one thing I always protect
is something I now hold dear
you’re the strength that god sent down
to help me on my way,
my little smiling devil
and to thank the heavens I do pray
now my child of grace and love
shadows the face of the world
she is the reason I’m leaving
my paper-heart and love unfurled
this prayer and spirit is binding
to hold you on your way,
I love you my darling daughter
and will, forever and a day
for my Gorgeous Daughter on her birthday 09.07.2010
Categories:
binds, daughter, dedicationprayer, love,
Form:
Rhyme
two streams meet at fork
two branches twined together
two hearts beat as one
Categories:
binds, love
Form:
Haiku
We think good and bad
God thinks of all purity
He never misses
We think first then do
we think means that's may be done
His thought becomes real
No we can't bind time
His wishes binds everything...
everything depends
in His every wish
time power's blocked without miss
continues till end
Categories:
binds, god,
Form:
Haiku
A poet’s warm and spicy place to meet,
The soup will stir emotions bright and rare.
There, friends will write their best poetic feat.
And inspirations season thoughts with flare.
The words that flow may have no rhyme or beat.
But formal forms are often shared with care.
While contests challenge many poet’s mind.
Encouragement from friends does my heart bind.
© January 14, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
binds, friendship, introspection, on writing
Form:
Ottava rima
The ring,
a white gold band
with the brilliance of gem,
worn since the day I said “I do”.
A ring that binds my heart and mind to yours
A part of me it has become.
An emblem of my love
for only you -
the ring.
14 November 2017
Categories:
binds, dedication, love, marriage,
Form:
Rictameter
Among the suffocating weeds
of this overgrown city I found you.
Defiant in your beauty, shielding
yourself from the ever emerging
hope chokers, repelling those
that tried in vain to pull you down.
A siren in the shadows luring all
with your petal gentle smile.
Each cut strenghed my desire
to tame you, each crimson droplet
of regret reminded me of the prize.
Slowly your sharp shields smoothed;
your gestures like a gentle breeze
cooled the heated air of suspense.
When finnally we embraced
A stillness fell upon the world outside
and there we kissed, two hearts
beating in nervous natrual unison.
Even your thorns retracted just
enough to allow yourself the touch
of unfelt unexchanged passion.
Yet even today in the pillowed
comfort of my arms your thorns
sometimes appear- A reminder
of the past which can never be erased
And every so often I bleed.
Categories:
binds, hope, love, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
the chain that binds humanity
bigotry… in all forms
our hearts, minds & souls
must learn to overcome
we must break free of its grasp
to achieve great peace
Categories:
binds, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Life when it’s tragic
a forced similarity
Spreading like water
—flooding the plain
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Categories:
binds, water,
Form:
Free verse
We cage ourselves with binds of love
Silken threads that won't let go
A self-made trap we cannot escape.
Sometimes the strands are a welcome thing
For they comfort us with their presence
As real to us as a loving embrace.
But at times we come to be aware
Of the cage we're trapped within
And frantically we try to escape
Throwing ourselves against the cage
In useless defiance of our fate.
Our silent screams echo within
And in our struggles the binds do cut
Creating wounds we cannot heal
Yet we continue to fling ourselves at them
As our blood drips in futile tears.
Til exhaustion comes to make us pause
And view the mess we've made
And it's in this silent contemplation
As real tears fall in silent despair
That we wonder how this came to be.
How slow the threads were woven
Unseen by us until too late.
There follows then a weighty guilt
For we do not wish to cause pain
Or push away those we love
Yet we cannot help to admit
If only to ourselves
At times the binds pull to tight
And make it hard to breathe.
We did not ask for this! we scream
So weary of the weight are we
Of love's heavy responsibility
Yet our hearts refuse to let go
And our pride's a wicked thing.
So we gather up the bloody strands
And clean them with our tears
For although we yearn to escape
And at times it seems too much
We know in some instinctive way
These binds are precious too.
Categories:
binds, angst, family, introspection, life,
Form: