Best Blot Out Poems
God Stands
When dust and time blot out my name;
And I rise to unknown strands,
And the whole world melts with fervent heat.
God Stands!
When the planets cease their movement;
Round the bright and shining sun,
And the elements blend together,
God has just begun.
When we lift our song together;
With flaming Angel bands,
On the tenth day of forever;
God Stands!
When kings and priests and armies;
Are crumbled in the dust.
When tanks and planes and rockets.
Have been consumed by rust;
When all our great intentions;
And all we think we know;
And all our brave ambitions,
Melt like winter snow.
God stands upon the silken rims;
Of time and infinity.
The stars are His pillows;
And endless space his sea.
When all we know and love are gone,
Our earth and sea and land,
When the elements melt with fervent heat.
God Stands!
I stand upon the pier
Watching the roaring waves
Crash on the hard dark rocks below.
The sky is overcast
Electricity is in the air
And rain is not far away.
Still I feel there's magic
Around me as the day
Dies a slow lingering death.
I feel anticipation
For soon you'll be with me,
It's such a wonderful feeling
I'm sure it’s infinite.
Let nature wreck its havoc,
Let night descend in darkness
And blot out all the stars.
I see only one light, my dear,
That which shines in your eyes.
You come into my caress sweet,
We share our gentle kisses
Sweet nectar from flowers dear.
We move silently together
Our hands touching in bliss
To shelter in our little home
Away from everything.
It is a magical evening
Together we make love
And know 'twill be forever
Just you and me.... just us.
A melancholy sky spreads feathery clouds
bound together like a down duvet
sending tiny frozen flakes
drifting to the ground
as puffs of
snow
that flutter
and blot out the sun
behind a curtain of white
suspended from the heavens above
a melancholy sky spreads feathery clouds.
Our parents chose to join a cult
Nobody asked us
We went along with what they chose
Too small to make a fuss
Indoctrinated,we believed
This life was the norm,
We were fed on 'comic books'
Taught to worship ****.
While still children we became
'Flirty Fish for God'
We wore bright make up
Wore bright clothes
Walked dark streets alone.
We searched for men and sold them 'love'
They paid with souls and money.
We took them to 'church' convinced that we'd
Fulfilled all Gods wishes.
In innocence we walked the streets
We knew not what we did
Our parents were so proud of us
We were Gods'good fishes
.
Now this sect has all but gone
What's become of us?
Are we your neighbours or your friend
Maybe someone on a bus!
Are we filling up the jails ?
Or selling sex for pennies?
Are we shooting up with drugs
To blot out all our memories?
Are we alcoholics,drowning out our sorrow,
Pity the poor 'Flirty Fish
Fulfilling someone elses' wish
For them no bright tomorrow.
Here I go again, focused on myself.
Remembering, analyzing,
Memorializing tragedy.
Thinking, endless thinking.
Suicides, death of grandmas, past loves.
Pining about passions and losses.
The condo I had to let go.
The jobs I left behind.
And the cemetery lots.
My mind wonders around in circles.
From darkness to darkness, city to city,
Job to job, decision to decision
My children, I embrace with love.
Those years riddled with joys and pains.
Trying, always trying,
Yet, still disappointed.
Clinging to religion, remembering God.
Accepting –
Then, the child in me curls up
Safe in my warm cocoon,
And I think of you in the next room.
Life made new, fear subdued.
The touch of your hand, my confidence renews.
That forever love so long wanted, found at last.
The pressures I once knew moved to the past.
To the outside world I say adieu.
I was lost in the hollow of myself.
Outside of myself, I found peace.
Memories blot out urban chaos
And focus on woodland happy days.
Struggles not so painful anymore.
Peace found its hope in you.
…And then, we spoon.
Copyright January 15, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup member contest: Contemporary Figurative Artiste Stephanie Deshpande in Contemporary Free Rhyme Free Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Cyndi MacMillan.
Inspired by Stephanie Deshpande’s portrait of a Sleeping Child http://www.stephaniedeshpande.com/porfolio/
on that bitter, wet, dark winter’s day
the storm that hit seemed slow to pass
it turned the whites of waves to grey
then threw life's teardrops at the glass.
and from that cafe’s window seat
she watched the mist blot out the sands
and sensed the cold but felt the heat
with coffee clasped between both hands.
although the waves at staggered times
broke wilder than she'd known before
seen through the window’s drizzled lines
- stayed silent as they reached the shore.
American cosmonaut
moonwalking
Humanity is tethered to the line,
sweating vacuum fear facing the void
Planet of the apes ...
backwards talking
Silent film projector reel
spinning in reverse ... time capsule re-entry noise
Caveman slug in a spacesuit
retrograde crawling
Mushroom cloud cinematography ...
flashback to the future Stone Age trajectory
And Superman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The giant red star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna explode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Listen to the Neanderthal war chants
devolving into military gorilla grunts
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Trouble means Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
lost in space translation
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is nuclear devastation
And Super Tweetman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The white dwarf star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna implode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Superman can you climb
out of the bottomless black hole?
American cosmonaut
moonwalking ...
backwards talking ...
retrograde crawling
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Rubble piles of Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
trouble for the United Nations
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is global desolation
Toraburu,
insanity curse is coming soon
Death smoke from the choo-choo,
will blot out the sun and moon
Woe, woe ... woe!
Superman is kryptonite sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Captain America is radiation sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
. *a*
. * *true*
. to be happiness
. filled to *** blithe
. brim * float* /
. / in the blue /
. / **sky* /
. / / / rise
. / / / balloon
. / / rise
. / / /
. / /
. /
. /
. ****** /
. *************** /
blot out, oh blot out the sun in the sky
fill it with rainbow, carnival prize..... ***
weep not, oh weep not, my child LOOK HIGH... in the*
for all that is goodness does come from the sky..... the arms of
*a warm
wind
whose puffed out cheeks give babies grins /
barkers balloons loose from the fiesta /
flying to? Flying toward?? /
it's anyones guess /
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Contest: Happiness is a Balloon
Poet: D. Guzzi
7/18/11
You're fooling yourself
You don't need that to fly
You don't need that to burn
You don't need that to cry.
Use it as an excuse
Blot out reason for why?
Try to justify
But don't expect me to see why
You don't even try
A day would soon go by
A start of being dry?
But what the hell's the use?
Of trying to convince you?
You don't need that to fly
Let it rule your life
Let it take control of your mind
Why should you put up a fight?
Sit there, drink it all tonight!
Your pride's too tough to make the call
To stand and look into your eyes
To face up to your lies
You feed yourself the whys!
The reasons you despise
The man behind your eyes
You don't listen to his cries.
My insecurities, taunting me
With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs
Stirring up doubt inside, where
I hide all the loose ends, the frailties
Little uncertainties, haunting me
With the assumptions, the assurance
I’m not good enough, never
Good enough – wise enough,
Kind enough – bright enough
Never will be sure enough
Can’t imagine being pure enough
No, I know I’ll never be enough
I know I’m not enough,
But, still I want the joy, the love
That comes from sharing my life
Without someone I love,
Someone who will understand,
The wonder of a friend,
The tenderness of a man,
It must be God’s plan…
Because He gave me someone to love
Someone who is sure, makes me feel secure,
Comforts and encourages, soothes away
My doubts, the darkness, the past –
Lifts me out of the clouds that blot out
My dreams, my faith, my hope
He quiets ever tear, all the fear
With the promise that He is here
Always, throughout it all, through every year…
My knight in shining armor – and, I love him so – love him so much more
And Mama pins laundered sheets on the clothesline
Raising her creamy arms with a hum,
Gentle against tainted bricks of our wall
Right in front of this grassy yard…
My velvet dress all spruced up
Fragrant, pressed by morn’s daylight
On luster of mid-autumn:
I observed and scanned her thinning curves
While I paused to grasp that final snapshot;
Enough for me to watch her caring touch
The way she would affably blot out my girlish tears
Crawling down her hands:
The backdoor now swings loudly, then quietly
Exposing run-down, decaying frames
Which rarely irks a mood so airy as that last smile
In twilight’s passing: Robed in clean lacy gown,
Dreary heaves falter to speak …if she only knew
I tucked my velvet dress for my child, O Mama’s legacy.
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8/26/2019
If Only You Knew: Silent One’s Contest
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Sinister Eye
Something sinister this way comes.
Ominous clouds have gathered overhead.
Unkept rhythm of beating drums.
Relentless feeling of unnerving dread.
Fallen leaves wrenched from their slumber.
The sun has fled from the frightening scene.
Flash of light and rolling thunder.
A distant creatures cry sounds like a scream.
Falling rain crashes on the ground!
The violence is like a nightmarish dream!
Roars and howls blot out other sound!
What brought about this dreadful fiend?
The evil eye has now passed by.
The fiend has lessened its projected fear.
But those with wings still dare not fly
The other sounds you can begin to hear.
As quickly as the Devil came,
The calmness returns like it was before.
The clouds depart to halt the rain,
And the sun bares down its warmth once more.
When you can’t have what you want
And your stomach is in a knot.
When you can’t seem to forget
And you wish it was just regret.
When you can’t embrace
Someone’s lovely face.
When you can’t completely blot out
All the questions and the doubt.
When you can’t seem to find
That moment to pause in time.
When it happened so fast
But it didn’t and couldn't last.
when you know it's just you
and you have to press on through.
When the truth burns your skin
and you have to lose to begin.
when there is nothing left to say
and you are sick of feeling this way.
when a memory becomes a bother
and you have to run even farther.
when it all comes crumbling down
There is only one way up from off the ground.
BY: Sabina Nicole
They, the blind
Heavy laden with mystery of denial
Empty of eclectic views
Yearns for Island of blinding white light.
They hate the color black
Every woman's sexy black dress
Every man's spotless black tuxedo
Every child's mem'ry of a clean blackboard.
They hate the color black
Black American history, mighty as Montenegro
Bleach cannot blot out its strength.
They hate the color black
Face the Sun!
Hold a conversation on equatorial black
Black rain clouds cleansing, hydrating, renewing.
They hate the color black
Black, the night, showing starlight
Black ink on sheets of white
Black the beginning and end of life -
They hate the color black.
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Indian Summer
The skies are turning washed-out winter blue;
The wind blows hints of frosty future chill;
Leaves now swirl, or sport a varied hue,
And scents of fall awakened nostrils fill.
Lawns yet are clothed in optimistic green,
And southern sun still bakes the southward slopes;
'Round flowers fluttering, butterflies are seen,
And soaring skyward still are human hopes.
October etches out its final lines,
November hovers, hidd'n within the wings;
Life and color, all that's summer, shines,
One last warm moment, all of nature sings.
Soon clouds will gather, gloom blot out the sun,
And Old Man Winter blow his frozen breath;
Life and verdance will their course have run,
And failing, will be swallowed up in death.
Thrill, my heart, in evanscent glory;
Grieve, my soul, its beauty fading fast.
Ponder, then, Earth's swift advancing story--
Every perfect moment quickly past.