Best Borderlines Poems
I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to
How did this happen,
amidst words, phrases,
stones skipped on poetic ponds
Not looking for or expecting
a touch to the heart, a caress,
yet it came
I fell, head first into a joy,
a blissful feeling
I had not felt before
You said the same,
wishes made on coins tossed
had finally come true
Holding hands without touching,
kissing over counted miles
and borderlines of snow
We sang together, harmonies,
lyrics of love from our hearts,
melodic compositions formed of dreams
Picked flowers, daisies, tulips
from the gardens of pure affection
blooming all around us
It seemed no walls,
barriers could hold us back
as we ran towards each other
Then appeared a river, wide, raging
A chasm of worry and fear
was flowing across our paths
Now a deluge of falling tears
filling, overflowing it banks
making footing uneasy, difficult
And we sit on opposite sides
staring at each other, reaching
for something that seems so far out of reach
Dark clouds roll in, threatening
but we stay, standing on the muddy shores
wondering what will become of us in this flooding
“I can’t” you weep facing
deep obstacles, a current too strong,
pulling you in different directions
A drenching downpour of emotions
saturating your decisions with doubt
as you wave goodbye
“Wait” I shout, “I will swim to you!”
But your eyes are too wet
and your heart is a breaking levee
Diving in anyway I am swept away,
pulled under, unable to breathe, choking
watching you fade as you turn away
Hope is gone, fears have overshadowed desires
drowning in what is lost,
trapped in the rapids of disappointment
When a hand grabs me, lifts me, saves me…
I open my eyes on the other side to see,
it is yours
You cradle me in your arms
and I breathe, the most wondrous breath
When suddenly clouds part and the sun
illumines your face as you whisper,
“You truly do love me, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to…you knew
Categories:
borderlines, love,
Form:
Free verse
Lipogram Sonnet 4-12-24
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Spring Sonnet
Spring bursts out from winter’s silent cocoon,
Fluttering luminescence on new wings,
Freed up from the midnight’s monochrome womb
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings.
Thin borderlines edged in dull grey on white,
Feeling the tickle of divine kisses,
Explode in hues borrowed from the first light,
Colors flit over icy snow with bliss.
Gliding on the virgin winds’ new story
Neon wings trickle colors on flowers
In purple tendrils of yellow glory,
From solstice sleep life returns in showers.
Young springtime emerges, from restive sleep,
Rising with morning - promises to keep.
Categories:
borderlines, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
Crazed beyond this fragile manuscript
ink now bled out in caustic flow
emptying my mind of the clutter
pouring from a heart beat’s mechanism
grinding gears of rusted thoughts
handwriting illegibly unrecognizable
scratched into burned edge parchment
pleading for destinations
across borderlines and wastelands
calloused fingers write…poetry
between broken dishes and pot luck cuss words
folded, creased and left lying on the desk
gathering deadly dust particles
behind the barricaded door
of cranial creativity…
seeping
Categories:
borderlines, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Let’s all go to war again
remembering our fallen men
time for another slaughtering
history never taught a thing
We can learn it or relive it
we always take the latter
primal instincts haunt within
let’s see the blood splatter
Putin, Hitler, Napoleon
a rotation of our allies
An evolution of weapons
win or lose still taking lives
Winners don’t win they survive
Enemies die before they rise
redrawing those borderlines
never ending satisfied
In time there will be a treaty
with neither side retreating
both sides take a beating
yet still we keep repeating
Yeah because we’re evolved
the apex with a complex
a deep desire for conflicts
killing for context for a resolve
Let’s all go war again
remembering our fallen men
let’s add many more to them
I guess we’re off to war again
Categories:
borderlines, history, humanity, war,
Form:
Rhyme
There was this old couple walking on the beach…an old Grandma and Grandpa…and the more they walked the more they smiled at all the wondrous things they saw.
For they realized as they walked the beach…free of borderlines and fences
How one simple walk along the beach is a treat for all the senses..
Here are but a few things they experienced before their walk was done:
They saw a sky so blue it didn’t seem real…they saw clouds painted by the sun
They saw those same clouds block the painter…and immediately became aware…of how their colorschanged to blue…and there was a coolness in the air.
They saw pelicans glide high overhead…they saw sandpipers dart…and scurry
They saw people walking…some moving slow…others in a hurry.
They saw a sister chasing her brother through the water…her brother laughing…paying her no mind…They saw their father keeping a watchful eye…not too far behind.
They saw fishermen with lines cast…with giant catches in their thoughts.
They saw herons and egrets waiting patiently so see what they had caught.
They saw a child and his mother jumping waves while holding hands…then heading back to shore to make a castle in the sand.
They felt the coolness of the water as they floated on the waves…They saw dolphins and huge ships…They felt the salt spray on their faces and tasted it on their lips.
They smelled the ocean, the sand…and sunscreen…aromas they adore…
They listened to the roar of the ocean as it crashed upon the shore
Sometimes they stopped their walk…this was totally unplanned..
So they could listen to the stories hidden in the wind…the waves…the sand
And when their walk was finished…they were left, as usual, without speech…
glad to be together…
one old couple
walking on the beach.
Categories:
borderlines, beach,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm here again
Checking you out
Missing you again
Calling out
I'm here again
Taking you out
Kissing you again
Chilling out
Here we go again
Thinking where to go
Under the sun again
Outshining and ready to go
There we go again
Hanging on tree top lines
Under the clouds again
Unzipping the borderlines
Our world will never end
Up and down the bend
Left and right we hold so tight
For so much love we'll strongly fight
Categories:
borderlines, cute love,
Form:
Lyric
The Mutaitho hill zigzags its way to the borderlines of the sky
And to the opposite poses the historic Muilu hill once a shrine;
Now there between slithers the Kimongo River where huge rocks lie;
It’s on the banks of this river where the bachelor beekeeper lives.
His bald head is not worthy a ballad
Nor are his words so many to deserve a hoot,
It is his bee keeping zeal that stirs your blood;
An enterprise he’s run for years thirty and three.
And don’t think of the sophisticated box hives
Where you ferry the insects and lock them in,
He fells a log and hollows it all with his knives,
Till a home for bees he fashions there.
Not the low-lying things folks call hives,
Well-smoothed wooden objects lodged up the twigs
Of the most slippery trees with leaves like chives
Where no cunning badger would ever dare venture.
And he does his seasonal harvesting in the dead of the night,
While softer men curl to listen to the snores of their wives;
A night traveler will see his hairless head reflect the moonlight
And think they’ve spotted the nightly escapades of a ghost.
Now why he remains a bachelor at sixty and three
Is a secret only known to his beekeeping mind,
Perhaps nothing charms him more than a flourishing hive,
Perchance no girl would enchant more than the honeyed bee.
Categories:
borderlines, crazy,
Form:
Verse
These countries that preach about hating terrorism
supports such acts financially overturning basic rights
Strong statements without knowledge carry little value
look to the bright side where trust is lacking
Intelligence has next to no faith if used backwards
manipulating talks takes these shady turns to falsely accuse
The twisting of classified information brews with soaring energy costs
liars harbour ungodly thoughts towards the truth
rocketing prices drawing on borderlines
Power carries a huge human sacrifice to achieve its goal
bloodbaths feed the rich, it all boils down to creating fear
Politically working on people to accept mayhem
this deal signed incorrectly against peace proves one thing
sins are passed on with this false identity shaping justice
Acceptance seems to be the new tolerance ignored
tortured like dogs victims say evil will fall in the end
no good ways erode democratic views to hold council
Freedom of speech in its uniform is under attack
opinion under pubic scrutiny paints this horrid picture
where good is considered ugly for being honest
Categories:
borderlines, anti bullying, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Political Verse
The premise behind this poem, What does cloud 9 mean?
A state of bliss, elation or happiness
cloud nine (uncountable) (idiomatic) Often in the phrase on cloud nine: a state of bliss, elation or happiness. quotations ? He was on cloud nine for days after she agreed to marry him.
I wonder whats on cloud nine
I wonder what its like up on cloud nine,
Would the weather up there be fine,
Would the storm in my head clear,
Would it free me of all my anxiety and fear,
I wonder what it would be like up on cloud nine,
Would it just cross over country borderlines,
Or would it take me up into the sky,
Would it take me to a city in clouds up high
A city ive only ever imagine in your minds eye,
A place of peace a place where life is beautified
That's free of impurities and the evils of our world,
A place I could only dream of, I guess it is a Dreamworld,
Oh how I wonder what it would be like on cloud nine
Would the weather up there be fine,
Would the storm in my head clear,
Would it free me of all my anxiety and fear,
Categories:
borderlines, adventure, anxiety, dream, earth,
Form:
Rhyme
Walking through the corridores at Atascaderos State Hospital
Here to speak to a certain confined patient....
Within the walls of the criminally insanes, incarcerated
Thinking to myself a moment ago as I checked in my arms
How thin are the lines that I have seen throughout time!?
Between sanity and sanes, fragile crossings....
To look upon the former would seldom reveal, the true psychosis deep inside?!
These tainted minds, lying within their dormancies and waiting to be born....
Often only within hindsights and retrospects can many find
What was but the dawning of a brewing and soon to be arriving, storm!
The sweetest man; the loveliest lady; most of the time?
Borderlines telltale signs, often overlooked and missed by most
Until one day the barrier breaks, and the blood curdlings tide comes rushing through
Insanities birth; as it freefalls to the earth....
From the foreshadowed incubator of, darkness' mold!
Now staring into their hollowed eyes, and somberly reflecting upon
The innocent and precious lives, of which they so viciously stole
Wanting to know anything and everything, which may prevent someday
Such a tragedy from perhaps, ever happening once again?
But I have lived long enough and seen more than my desired share
Of reality, within these distorted views; among a world wherein they thrive
Embracing them bred; as if they were their own child....
And the truth is, so ironically sadly, these, they are!
Welcome to the times of the shadowed sublimes, cocoons, waiting to burst
Their offsprings, of the mangled and manged
Hideously grinning as they make their way
To the misfortunates future graves
Afore the countless loved ones, shattering hearts!
Smiling at myself as I now ask them---Who? Why? What? Where?
Thinking of an old adage...."A book by its cover?"
Borderline bound, in blood red lace; retrospected, no more!
The telltale signs, of the criminally insane
How? When? He said? She said? To a world, they wed....
....Welcome, to the final floor!?
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Atascadero
Categories:
borderlines, life, people, sympathy
Form:
Are the exploits slowly fading of the folk who forged this land?
Are there more important factors, today for us to understand?
Are we prepared to lose our national character?
Erase our borderlines, and forget about Australia,
where squatter and selector, fought fire, flood and drought …
the Shearer and the drover helping cut the wool clip out.
Self-reliance in this dry land; suspicious of authority,
physical and mental toughness, laconic humour tempered eagerly.
The exploits real and fabled, our robustness could quite relate,
so in our generation - old qualities are ours to celebrate,
for the musterer and stockman on a cattle or sheep run.
The swaggy and the bagman tramping 'neath the burning sun.
The diggers and the miners. with their quest for precious ore.
Bushrangers and the troopers who were the lawless and the law.
The footsteps of explorers and those who died in war.
Bullocks and the Walers; axe ring and crosscut saw.
'T'is for the struggle of our pioneers,
and who's souls we can’t restore,
that we must preserve the heritage,
of Australians who have lived before.
Categories:
borderlines, history,
Form:
Ballad
Love
An enigma that knows not the count of time
A vast ocean, measureless its borderlines,
Astral light, the luscious light of smiling moon
Heavens can't fathom its pleasant, charming guiles.
If it catches a heart unguarded, it plunders
Makes it yield to vast domains and heaven highs;
Now with secret signals, now with puzzling ways,
Tells such stories of heart tongue can't verbalize.
From its glory height if a splendorous sign one sees,
He or she will not distinguish gain or loss.
In a moment it can seize the reins of reason
In its mind, fiction or fact's an even toss.
If a beggar should approach its lofty heaven
Such a height no king is apt to realize.
With a shafting flame it will cause an upheaval
It surpasses Milky Way in its ascendance.
If a heart should be a target of its arrows,
It will no longer know of patience or endurance.
Qasem Ghazanfar
Translated from the original Persian
by the author.
Categories:
borderlines, introspection, love, endurance,
Form:
Verse
Carols
The old story
Revives in the dying year, when carols begin to play:
The familiar tunes open advent windows on scenes we know:
Stoic figures by the crib, and placid beasts in yellow hay:
No dung heap here – all is fragrant in our nativity show.
The church choir
Breathes life into these flat stained-glass figures,
Animating the pearly child and parents cool and trim
With rich cadence and rhyme and descants of heavenly singers:
No discordant beast is allowed to slouch towards our Bethlehem inn.
The congregation are moved to
Sing hallelujah, cheered by the gift of life,
The birth so bravely born, sweet Mary, with neither scream nor curse,
For all is calm and orderly, without a hint of strife,
And neatly done, for foreign kings, with sovereigns in their purse.
Carols:
Comfortable songs amid this northern winter chill.
We shepherds watch and pray each succeeding year:
Hoping that every newborn child will
Have a star, and rise above the clawing hands of poverty and fear.
So the old stories
Are replayed, sometimes redolent of dust. Reworked anew in Palestine,
In Baghdad, Belfast and Bombay:
Sing hallelujah for peace to hold its flimsy borderlines
While tidy shepherds kneel at prayer, to keep disorder well away.
Categories:
borderlines, december,
Form:
Lyric
Growing Up Sub-Zero
looking down at all my childhood hero's
lifeline crossing borderlines we immigrant we gotta make our peso dinero
Im growing up in a hot neighborhood yet it can get cold hearted SUB-ZERO.
Categories:
borderlines, history, hope, life,
Form:
Blank verse
As knights dressed in the Prince's armor
we ready ourselves for battle against the forces of the prince of darkness.
We fortify the borders of our country -
ready to defend and attack!
Our hands are strengthened by double edged swords,
created by the Prince Himself.
Our armor is made with the finest and strongest metal,
shining brightly for all to see.
Our shields are powerful enough to deflect any blow.
United we stand against our enemy,
impenetrable against all blows.
We rise and march as one,
in the Name of our Prince of Light -
and His Father, our King, -
conquering the forces of darkness
and expanding our borderlines
until His Kingdom will reign over all the earth.
Categories:
borderlines, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form: