Best Birthed Poems
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
Categories:
birthed, art, creation, longing, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
Constricted,
Conflicted
When your
Addicted,
Distortion
Distraction
Instant satisfaction.
Its promises lies
Left to die
Empty, cold and bare
With nobody there
A whisper in the breeze
Pleads with this disease
The noise gets in the way
Screaming…do not pray
For it knows the power
Especially, in this hour
All longings and desires
Are dissolved by a spiritual fire
All appetites of despair
Are no longer there
Words of everlasting worth
Produce a new birth
Transformation takes place
The old life is erased.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
birthed, addiction, courage, faith, life,
Form:
Rhyme
A BEAUTY BORN OF THE ‘BURBS
I showed her the steamier and seedy side
A place where the desperate have tried, cried and died
Young Ms. Suburbs took to it’s derelict charm
As we’d stroll downtown with arms tangled in arm
She had never been confronted by the pitiful and the poor before
They never showed up at her mahogany and gold leafed front door
The beggars on Broadway fascinated her
As beauty in the ‘burbs had created her
I led her to a land of underground sorrow
Where beleaguered moles belittle tomorrow
I showed her both the glory and the fear
In a land difficult for a body to bear
The shoddy sidewalks spit out steam
As the lost ones don’t even dare to dream
Their nights are as dark as their prospects seem
While manic depressives scurry and scream
I showed her the lives which led to death deep underground
The place where subways vomit out the unfortunate found
She was profoundly effected as we strolled down concrete curbs
And it was evident my tour was a life altering alliance for Little Miss Burbs
© 2011.….Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
Categories:
birthed, angst, urban, beauty, beauty,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
A BUTTERFLIGHT’S MR. RIGHT
Last night was television and going to sleep at eight
You were exhausted even though it wasn’t very late
So upon your pillow placed placidly lay comforted by soft
Until your weakened eyes closed and dreams lifted you aloft
In the dream you can’t really fly but it feels as if you do
Everything was vivid, the violet, the green and the blue
Flowers were everywhere and you cherished each one
While subconsciously you prayed this dream would never be done
Little children’s laughter echoed through the city where ever you went
And when angels whispered in your ear you knew not what they meant
You were headed for Mrs. Lopez’s little bodega where everything’s on sale
And she always has an amusing anecdote and laughs at herself after each tale
Milk, eggs, bread, butter and all that’s essential
And then the angels whispered, “this day has potential”
You headed home confused by what the seraphim had said
But in reality you were sleeping snuggled in the warmth of your bed
So back to the dream and it’s glorious end
With nary a scene no one need mend
You finished purchasing everything you’ve penned
Alas on the way home you dropped a package and a handsome man said “Pardon me but I’ve
a hand to lend”
And suddenly you recall what the angels said and you began to understand
And pictured this perfect pair sitting atop a dune carved out of sand
It was either the Mediterranean or the Caspian Sea
As you walked shoeless and he whispered, my sweet, it’s just you and me
With a wink and a yawn you awake in the very same bed
But still wondering about those angels and what they had said
Still you arose to shed lingerie for a lovely little skirt and a sweater
You tell yourself it was just a dream but reality would be much better
So that morning you were walking to work still wondering all along
It doesn’t matter what those angels said because even they can be wrong
Suddenly you drop your briefcase when you see a handsome man begin to bend
And then those angels made your Mr. Right say, “Pardon me, but I’ve a hand to lend”
© 2011.…phreepoetree
Girl, the worst kind of butterfly to be is in a collection smooshed between two panes of glass in
someone‘s beautiful collection …..don’t let happen to you!
Categories:
birthed, fantasydream, home, dream, home,
Form:
Quatrain
Fail not, Time and season
Secretly, my ward faded
With unflinching fire attack
Want to speak
Don't want to confess
As Diamond and Gold tripe
Cloud the sky of my heart
I'm lost and scared to be found
Ouch, my heart got pirated
I began to trod in incur clat
The evening of me become blurry
I'm the Lion with the snail mind
My confidence weathered
Time and season waited in my closet
But I kept them wasted
I took the tick of time for illusion
As I journey with failure as companion
To get burnt on the way
Nothing more to fear
My heart has embraced it sore
The world seems lonely
Only for me to stand boldly
To see the new dawn, flowing
Through a new lucid
©? Laurethe
Categories:
birthed, courage, depression, encouraging, endurance,
Form:
Quatrain
The Best Any Mother Ever Birthed And Reared
He stared back at his life amazed
a scattering of miracles here and there
many cried out that he was crazed
when he gave that stern look and stare
Back there vast plains loudly waved
forested jungles crept up so very slow
Nature he wanted touched and saved
a tragedy of pain that the angels know
Dry, dead cities awaited his return
the man that set beauty in the blue sky
his life , a tree destined to burn
walking where others feared to even try
A man among men they admired and feared
the best any mother ever birthed and reared!
Robert J. Lindley, 02-27-2015
note: Dedicated to H D L ....
Categories:
birthed, dedication, deep, inspiration, leadership,
Form:
Sonnet
This is the first time I ever opened my eyes
The floods flushed away all my cries.
Lying comfy in this warm bed chamber.
My life, so far, is tied to this loving member.
Sometimes I hear singing, other times laughing
When something pokes me, I come back kicking
Some may not like it, but I truly do
I feel secure and I get full attention too.
My belly stays full. In my mind, not a care
Just snug up here, curled in this lair.
My arms are very weak, but getting stronger.
My legs are very short, but getting longer.
I am beginning to hear sounds, some I remember
One voice in particular I hear over and over.
Dang... What is this? I really can't decipher.
Something big is grabbing me, turned me in my chamber.
I'm too weak to fight and too weak to struggle
Point blank, I'm losing ground in this massive tussle.
I do not know what is really going on.
My feet is feeling cold and is straight gone
Out of my chamber. Next was my body and arms
Leaving only my head. Then it turned me around in harm
And without caution. I'm in sheik and utter terror
As a humongous needle pierced the back of my member.
Hot pain hit me hard, Aah! My neck!
My whole body shivered. What the heck!
This needle jammed through my neck to my head.
Then the suction began. I cried and bled.
Pain overwhelms me, making my gums rattle
Wanting to beg for life, all I could do was babble.
I'm shaking, this pain is unbearable
All I want to do is to just scream in terror
What did I do wrong? Was I bad? If so, I'm sorry.
After the quick procedure, I was dead. End of story.
The doctor tossed my deceased body in a garbage can.
While my 17 year old mom was chewing gum and she laughed.
... I was her third
Categories:
birthed, baby, birth, black african
Form:
Free verse
After the breakup, misery birthed new joy
I left you my old hat and dirty brown coat
now be happy and don't gloat
You gave me far more agonizing hurt than joy
as you broke me like an unwanted toy
So very tempted to leave you even more
a few hard knocks to try to even the score
Yet my heart pleaded desperately with me
with excuses like branches on a massive tree
Yield not my soul to hate, anger , and spite
small solace to know I was so very right
He was your secret lover and good time friend
and bought you so easily in the end
Are you happy now all miserably broken and so alone
sitting there crying with heart hardened as a stone
Yes, I asked about you every day this very long year
even after I ceased to shed another useless tear
Now wear proudly that old hat and dirty brown coat
read carefully these words that I happily wrote
You no longer my sweet gal, I no longer your lover boy
sad for you but for me it is pure and blessed joy!! Robert Lindley 04-29-2014
Categories:
birthed, break up, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Aggressive pursuit for what I desire
Reigned in by none, my sign burns of fire
Instinctually drawn to lead, not follow
Eager to conquer, my pride I can't swallow
Savoring life with every breadth of my being
Bold thinking, quick to impress
Intelligent, witty....anger makes me quick to digress
Relishing spontaneity as I live for a moment
Thinking independently...If I think it, I own it
Head strong and innovative
Equally, though, sensitive
Defensive of those I love
Behind this Rams exterior are some traits of another
Your intimate soul is connected to mother
Crab claws offset ram horns, cradling care
Aware of feelings...deftly aware
Never melancholy, emotionally charged
Caleidascope of color, mood range enlarged
Ever evolving state of being
Relating to others, empathetic eyes seeing
Inspired by Danielle White's 'Acrostic Astology' contest!!
Categories:
birthed, introspection
Form:
Acrostic
Oh but when the flower birthed you,
Did she know you would turn into this Venus?
Your grace is the gift that sits on your face,
What spell, what charm, what incantation,
Do you hind beneath your palms
That even the stars shine down only on
You the moment you exit your home?
Oh and your words, your words
Poetry that would shame even the
Pens of bards who have crafted
Many lyrics of immortal existence,
Look now to your hands, your hands
Like gliding branches waving the wind away
And where to start with those eyes
It is not fire the burns in them,
Neither is it the shine of the lodestars
Oh no they are more than that
They dream even in daylight
Make this earth seems like it
Has a new wonder to celebrate.
Categories:
birthed, beautiful, beauty, love, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Adventitious existence birthed introverted spiritual outlier i.e. me
Speculative fictitious flirtation imagined
courtesy grown old male offspring (me)
begat when mine late mother and father met
former named, a popular Arthur Murray
ballroom dance studio instructor.
Subtle social cues (nonverbal or otherwise)
relayed, linkedin and exchanged
constituting courtship between
Harriet and Boyce
particularly on Valentine's Day
circa ~ mid 1950's.
Two young lovebirds
oblivious to cares and concerns
of uncertain webbed wide world
passionately kissed each other
murmuring sweet nothings
within most convenient ear of the other.
Romance blossomed
requited love ensued
avowed marital troth pledged,
a June 1955 wedding planned.
Soon thereafter
bedroom door locked, I presume
unbridled call of the wild
high powered pistol loosed
courtesy soundcloud hit bullseye
with figurative vroom
biological seed of life
and white Lily fertilized.
Thirteen months after eldest sister born
suckling from horn
of good hope
breast nursing done during the morn.
Forthwith brother planted in womb
hereditary characteristics transmitted
eons old traits disseminated
multitude of random chromosomes
deployed comprising frothy spume
housed generations foregone
maternal and paternal genes
unleashed unwittingly bequeathed
by ancestral forebears
anonymous long forgotten handsome groom
memorabilia couched as tintype
(also known as
a melainotype or ferrotype)
treasured analogous as
if relic dug up within ancient tomb,
perhaps clapper and bell foretold whom
yours truly acquired his
mental health predilection
predisposed toward gloom
mindset swirls with nihilistic doom.
Psychological angst chafes and doth abrade
existential crisis rooted psyche with ankh ring
travesty, mockery, and entropy cast charade
circumspection immediately
brings to forefront
of consciousness positive (necessary)
risk taking I did evade
exemplified by failing nearly every grade
inferiority complex insinuated and did invade
mucking up healthy livingsocial buzzfeeding,
when too many cooks spoil the broth,
hence being superfluous kitchenaid,
hence as schnorrer I masquerade.
Categories:
birthed, adventure, angst, care, cute,
Form:
Rhyme
Fate Once Birthed Lovers, Golden True And Dear
We had raced a good race, with wind cool and fair,
There were romantic nights steaming hot for a while,
And golden rays of sunshine danced in your blonde hair,
You my beautiful angel with your graceful style!
Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer.
Was as if an invisible clock rang out its tone,
Its sad chimes echoing through our sweet paradise,
Dawn burst, I rose and found myself all alone,
Knowing never could another lover suffice!
Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer
Months flew by, your vanishing left merciless marks,
Summer came and went, winter brought even deeper chill,
What was once our world, turned bitter, darker darks,
Never again would I find such beauty's sweetest thrill!
Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2019
Rhyme, ( Love And Fate's Dark Hand )
Categories:
birthed, appreciation, art, beautiful, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
birthed
Amen, Amen, Amen
Awakening awesomely glorious always emerging
Being presently birthed
~
In His season I’m
His chosen
Energy child being birth
3/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
Lune Poetry type
Categories:
birthed, analogy, beautiful, birth, birthday,
Form:
Other
Silence, when fills my mind,
random words tend to make sentences.
Sentences seldom having an actual reason to be made at all.
Do they?? No. Then why do they spawn.?
To shush the loud silence that birthed them all.
Bite size poem no.43
Categories:
birthed, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
She stood by the waters
And viewed the withered stump
Shall life come to broken wood
When her veins have clumps
...of deception
Hope almost gone, nothing left
Delivered to trying ground
She put her nose to grindstone
Til all the voices left...sound
...stillness of night
She followed the lamb
A ways down the road
With full armor and sword
She began to win territory
For the LOVE of her LORD
One TRUTH stood in every land
Daddy God's name is LOVE
No authority but His
Can bring a WORD above
...His sacrifice
Every soul that meets her mouth
With her LOVE connect
To the deception believed
Til the soil of the heart rejects
...below
At that exact moment
Of seed intervention
REVELATION shows forth
The beauty of His creation
...in self
I am LOVED
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-27-2023
Categories:
birthed, truth,
Form:
Rhyme