Best Bitter Past Poems
I walk above all pain
risen and relentless
floating on borrowed air oblivious
This heart is impervious fortress, like stonewall embattlements
...that lie is twisted around every bitter past and hollow present
Meandering useless, wander and watch
Romances ebbing, flowing, flying, crashing...dead
Envy circles about my head
longer away, further removed...and lonely
This heart is porous Swiss, like wine-tasting afterthoughts
...that truth is a hulking shadow looming disproportionate
engulfing any new light on unseen horizons
Only wishing she might see and understand
My hot and cold passion platters served accordingly
apprehensive only in love's pursuits
timid like bullied school children cowering in corners
Brash and outspoken otherwise...shackled when it may matter
This heart is neglected farmland, like wartorn meadows
...that reality inhibits every bright angle of my soul
suffocating the man you would love...if you knew
shattering
his serenity...
roiling
the stagnant waters
of his bitter past
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Sponsor: Scott Thirtyseven
Through a winding and narrow inlet of the bay,
Flanked by swaying tall growing grass on either side,
The small sturdy boat gently paved its lonesome way.
Inside sat two, moving to a place of beauty.
For the close friends, it was indeed a joyful ride-
A short vacation from their repugnant duty.
The boat’s onward movement was altogether smooth
The water was still and calm with no heaving tide.
The two were driven by a rare zest full of youth.
Pleating gentle curls in the water’s growing swell,
They moved on with sweet sentiments budding inside,
Over crest of water under a magic spell.
They saw tall hills at a distance with clumps of trees
They sat together enjoying the scenes outside.
Saw lush green foliage, nodding in summer breeze.
As they both slowly entered the bay’s wider mouth,
Strong waves began lapping on the boat from all side
And the vessel began swinging from north to south.
Leaving all pressing duties behind sullen shores
With rising spirit, they continued their sweet ride,
Forgetting their bitter past, its sorrows and sores.
As the magic moments mesmerized their senses,
They felt being swept over by love’s swelling tide,
And drifting to a world so free, sans all fences.
stardom of the year
on its welcoming music
ushers our new dreams
culminate great task
snog the sweet and bitter past
cool somersault starts
blow New Year's trumpets
commence it with smiles and cheers
have a joyful year
May 14,2014 3.30pm
First Place
Contest: Two Haiku (Month of January)
Judged: 6/18/14
Sponsor: My fave poet, Skat
When innocent got killed, others left,
Beyond the hills to unknown lands,
Escaping death that chased foot prints,
With nothing, just the empty hands.
Helpless *Pandits, became homeless,
Feet on ground and sky over head,
Horror and fear gripped their minds,
Their heart was alive but soul so dead.
Loaded guns, kept looking for them,
The torment they couldn't withstand,
And even in sleep, they would weep,
As they dreamt of their native land.
Empty tents, to call their new home,
At times blew away in wind and cold,
Years went on, in absolute darkness,
Many shattering stories never got told.
Nothing has changed culprits are free,
Tears have dried in twenty-six years,
With no return, life in exile goes on,
Still the bitter past, haunts and scares.
March 18, 2016.
Political Ordeal - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: C T
*Pandits are the aboriginal minority of Kashmir (India).
Kashmir, God's own land on earth, is the motherland of Kashmiri Pandits. The year 1990, saw a mass exodus of Kashmiri Pandits from their own soil due to threat to their life and, brutal and barbaric killings by the separatists.
More than 400,000 Kashmiri Pandits were forced to abandon their homeland.
Even today after twenty-six years of their mass exodus, their ordeal continues. The new Modi Government in India has made many promises to them, but so far nothing has been done for their resettlement . Their life in exile continues........
You touch me with your golden hands
Take away my pain
In sweet silence
We dance together in heavens morning rain
You hold me close in loving arms
Safe inside, so safe inside
Sad memories drift into the bitter past
Your gentle face before me, oh I want to last
Birds sing new melodies,
Written now in their minds
Just for you, just for me
Hold me forever, for all times
I have waited so long, too long
For this moment to come
For you, my prince, my knight in shining armor
To touch me with your golden hands
Take away my pain
In sweet silence
Dancing together...in heavens morning rain.
Gentle acts of kindness change the path of man
spirals sing of virtue unwritten laws and games
rage rage against the bitter twisted lives
A smile cast on winters day reveals warmer songs
a mothers touch a sons remorse the winter lingers on
gentle acts of kindness change the path of man
The bitter past with bridges built can teach a broken man
with strength he learns to listen and build a better plan
rage rage against the bitter twisted lives
With help and education the angers gone my friend
a winters day is broken with a Milo and a friend
gentle acts of kindness can change the path of man
We walk along a summers beach enjoy the plays we planned
we drink and watch the sports relax the futures in our hands
rage rage against the bitter twisted lives
With friendship we build lives to live and summer dreams to share
with friendship we build roads to walk and knowledge gets us there
Gentle acts of kindness change the path of man
rage rage against the bitter twisted lives.
I do not wish to be alone
nor do I require the silence
to ponder my thoughts
and reminisce a bitter past.
I have no desire for small talk
my surroundings are a bit dull
and you seem duller than the four walls.
Wait!
Please do not leave.
I apologize for sounding rude.
Silence and solitude
do not always do the mind well.
My words have escaped me
before they had reason to.
I look to the four walls
for I do not wish to look into your eyes
I have looked and wondered enough
about these four walls
and though you add a change to this dull room
I think it is time for me to go.
A bit of fresh air might do me good
A change of scenery
might catch my words before they slip again.
Life and love has injured me
and words hold no contradiction
they only say they will not contradict
that which is.
Goodbye sir,
I apologize again, my lips are loose
and I have wasted your time.
Fighting God
The dearest of dears when He takes away,
There's nothing left to live in the lonely world for,
Faith in Him dies, as if He's into some foul play,
Depression knocks hardest at your door,
Fighting with God is the first thought,
Only if you could catch hold of Him,
Never by your side He is to be sought,
Darkness all over, sorrows flow out of the brim,
Why can't He send a ray out of His vast ?
Why not enlighten and send us cheer ?
Why not enable the mortals forget the bitter past ?
Why not send peace to wipe the tear ?
Introspection His best gift to all Elf,
Fighting God is fighting your own inner self !
Written Feb 8th, 2015
For contest "Fighting God" by rob carmack
Awarded 9th place
I miss my old friend
Michael Jordan
And sometimes I wonder
How is he doing
And I pray
To read the old gospeller again
Tumbling fire into words
Breaking Lucifer's chain
Renouncing the bitter past
And casting spells upon hearts
That wait for his spring to come
And often I wonder
Did the rain ever fall
Did the new grass grow good
As he wanted it to
O and I pray he is not sick
Nor hurting in pain
I long to read the old gospeller again
And feel the fire of another soul
Burning the wrongs of earth.
False friends are evil than foes,
Stab soul leave wounds unkind,
My true heart God only knows,
Why good people are hard to find?
I trust Him, keep myself moving on,
And never let my eternal faith die,
Bitter past is now lost and gone,
But He knows the truth and lie.
June 21, 2020.
Let the Pens Flow - Rhyme Poetry Contest (ABAB CDCD)
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Allow me to make this suggestion
By all means you can oppose
Carefully listen, boldly take these steps with me
Dotted lines, that once held our names
Easy the journey seemed, tough one it really was
Fairy stories, never knocked on our doors
Gambling for love, fighting non stop was all we did
Here I am, there you are, distant with every ticking clock
I hated you with a passion, you couldn't stand my guts
Jagged edges were our playground
Knots on our heads as we drove each other crazy
Love, the one word that never found refuge in our hearts
Morning intoxications led to
Nightly insanities
Organized hurts and cuts
Prescriptions couldn't do the trick
Quarreling
Rumblings
Slicing
Tearing
Ugly words from our ugly hearts
Vibrated the compass, covering every corner
Wisdom i've sought, now i want us to try
Xenoglossy is not my speciality, I hope am clear
Younger no more, a fixer I've become
Zenning out the bitter past, as we build a peaceful future
July 9th 2015
Every night she's walking by
And summer days, they seem to fly
There's music in the words of love
This feeling's coming from above
And every day is just the same
I wake up and scream your name
Holding on to helping hands
Building castles in the sand
And they say it never lasts
But don't bring up the bitter past
The coup d'etaits in paradise
Far away from blinding eyes
My head is spinning round and round
But I have never had a doubt
That your affection holds the key
To be or maybe not to be?
But one day clouds will have to part
A glimpse of sun will mark the start
A ray of hope for which I've prayed
Will stop the never-ending rain
Hanging to your every breath
Each silence could mean sudden death
Under the stars of summer's sky
I never want to say goodbye..
Created on: August 16, 2007 Last Updated: August 13, 2013
Trembling underneath
A mask once hid it all
I believe you hold the key
So I'll go and take my fall
I would shake, I'd cry in love's embrace
The horror of the bitter past
Oh, how I've tried to erase
Society's stones cast, their stones cast
(so fast)
And my serenity; the stillness of my heart
Lasts for a moment, then the moment is gone
This yearning to be comforted by the strong
Within this fragment of time; passing, tattered and scarred
Has it an affect on my reflection?
Saddened by my image in life's waters
My mind to the West
as the East slowly sets
Trembling underneath
A mask that hid it all
I believe you hold the key
So I'm here to take my fall
I wouldn't shake, Yet gently I know the tears to come
with embers, sparkling bright
The stones cast, now just the past
As I take a deep breath, and breathe in hind-sight
At midnight's beckoning, A void left amid the dark
Fadings; fragments, pieces, and parts
The weight becomes a bit heavy to bear
But it's a load according to who we are...
Could indeed, be it love waiting?
....pass the glass....
Where softly tears fall
Life dreams through the darkness,
~~where you are~~
The Clementine gifts in 2009
Were symbolic
Of something alcoholic
Could be from the 'Grapes of Laugh'
Or maybe fermented from a bitter past-
Heaven knows
But one thing is clear
The taste that once set our teeth on edge
Is gone-no longer here
Thank You, sweet Jesus
It's Your Spirit
That frees us
Helping us restore blocked water sources
Supplying refreshment-changing our courses
It's finding new direction
Not a matter of our perfection
You are the Perfect One
The Father's uniquely precious Son