Best Breathe Poems
In memory of----
Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds long, "I can't breathe."
My judgment "GONE" stressing all night long
I use to fear dark colors, now I fear spinning bright lights
Red, White, and Blue, I spew the NY crew
What's wrong with your blue eyes?
You see him, you want him to die
What a day to trade -- a life for illegal cigarettes
Persecution and judgment day, sweet life - taken away
"I can't breathe", executed in broad daylight!
Bullets left and right
Who's policing the police
What happened to mind our business?
Moneymaker refused to be singled out
A hurting voice tackled by racism
Free to see, pouring his heavy heart,
Oinkers demand the ground, shutting down his testament
8 times too many, "I can't breathe!"
Where did his vitals go?
No one to tap him out, pound the pavement!
What the hell, why are you just standing there???
Stress, anger, madness, the voice of innocence
"I can't breathe." the volume to valium
"Officer, did you not hear the man?"
Are you deaf, have you forgotten how to save a life?
Is it just the NYPD or is it every other badge,
Insinuating crime's a one-color show.
We are all criminals, why the excessive heat?
Shot, tasered, beat down, pepper-sprayed, now on the ground
The mother of all chokeholds, murdered, outnumbered
The echoes remain "I can't breathe!"
- The truth!
Eric Garner robbed of his own natural path and youth
One man down eyed suspiciously
Perplexed minds suffocating him instantly
The mistrusted, the awe, the hate,
So tangible, uniforms using deadly force
One asthmatic in a chokehold
Slamming his head on the floor
Open wounds, worldwide tears
My heart goes to the family and friends left behind
A courageous last breath, for the first and last time
"I can't breathe," now deceased.
You left this world unwilling, waking up a strong community
Strolling in a safer world, where racial discrimination doesn't exist
"I can't breathe," Eric Garner Rest in peace!
By: PD
Your beautiful name, echoing throughout my thoughts
"Everyday!"....But I never tell you this?
Sometimes when I breathe, I close my eyes to imagine
Breathing, everything that you are, to me, deep within....
And it is then, when I can feel your heart, beating, next to mine
As I hold you in my arms, my soul melting, to these rushing waters, inside
These dreams of countless moments, that I dream, with you by my side
Sometimes it hurts, so profoundly, this pain, when you are not there
These endless reflections, which tear at my being, my existence
Mixed amid smiles of longings, of what I hope, may someday be!?
Every beat, every breath, every second of my life
Filled with you, and you alone, forever in my sight!
I do not need to paint these things, upon a canvas of colors
For what good are they, to me anymore?
When all I want, they can no longer hold; because, they hold not "You"
My eyes are saddened sometimes, as they desire your beauty, but find you, never there
My soul~How can I explain this, yearning that I have!?
How? As I question, what happened upon this path?
For it seems so long, since I have felt this way....
These searing flames, more and more, everyday!
And all I know, is that right now, as I breathe you in
A thousand years, would not be enough, time, to share with your life
Anything, less than eternity, I believe, would tear me in half
This, is how much, I truly love "You!"
And not even the most amazing words, within this world, that were ever written
Could make it any truer~As I gaze, into your endless eyes ~
I would give you the stars, this I know, as I have given you my life
To walk along the shore with "You"~To walk, through the tides of time....
Is all that I shall ever want, and all, that I shall ever need!
Watch me bleed, without your splendor, here ~
Can you feel my passion? Can you feel my love?
Calling to "You," within every moment, that I wake
Dreams, inside my heart~My raging soul, which burns, for "You"
A torch, until the ends of time~Can you hear it, calling too!?
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To breathe, your beauty, within....
I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I see some gliding fishing boats over there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
And Surfers trying to get rides on the waves
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I watch people running, strolling and sunning,
Setting sun promise to rise tomorrow morning
Like the human ambitions and unknown desires
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I notice the crabs scurry, somewhere hiding,
Leaving smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.
Something close to eternity within me touches.
This silence rubs, softens me, gives a purpose
I find even my pains are held in this silence
Surrender my self-importance, my smallness
Something close to eternity within me touches.
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Sixth Place Win in:
Contest: Breathe in the silence sponsored by Paula Swanson
I can’t breathe
still in my shackles
no chance to escape my isolation
cries of anguish emancipated
from an awareness that is unfree
the stain is but human made
a long history of human trade
Humanity dehumanised
and put to shame..
I can’t breathe
air is not for free
I have to pay the fee
the earth does not to me belong
It is not my right of birth
as if my breed had done something wrong!
for water, I have to dig wells and pits
as I am denied rivers, lakes and seas..
what shall I do to stay alive?
peel my skin!
for you to admire my drive?!
How would I,
hate, contempt, intolerance.. survive?!
I can’t breathe
deep are my roots
my heart, a mine of diamond
why don’t you see my immense wealth?!
why do you still confiscate my breath?!
and deprive my six and five
of a mundane dream and desire
of being decent and upright
why I have to pay a disastrous price?
my own flesh and blood a sacrifice!
I can’t breathe
Humanity still can’t breathe
a “house divided”
souls of shades moaning under sins weight
a sacred “eternal Truth” deafened
unfree souls kept pending
a body bleeding
a severe infection persisting
In need of breath, Love and Trust
I need to seal my chest bruises, heal my tortured soul
and regain my Oneness
my cause is just.
I can’t breathe
Long ago, a man named human had a dream
the emancipation spirit into his mind remained seared
“Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness”
in the promised Earth with a mine of Justice
“Justice, a reality for all of God’s children”..
Now, it is high time I won back my right
and freedom I could breathe
I have a mission beyond what you see of my skin
let me breathe and unveil the beauty within
I Can’t Breathe
A song of a poet
as peace deserted my mind
and ache resided in my heart
My words that couldn’t remain silent
flowed to reach your Hearts.
* My humble work is a voice I couldn't suppress and I wanted to share with my dear fellow poets and friends on Poetrysoup in the contest sponsored by Richard Lamoureux but couldn't compose it in time.
Breathe
I call to you my beloved
Your unleashed whispers arrive
Riding the tendrils of an approaching fog
A dance of mist unfurling its fingertips of desire
Coming ever closer to my pulsating heart
I long for you, for all you have ever been
To taste your breath, your desire, your heartache and your sorrow
Would be my everlasting gift
You come to me in many forms... hovering close by
Beckoning me upward to that place between Heaven and Earth
White hawk.....Your feathered wings outstretched
I lay upon your back merging with you
Entering your being
Becoming you
I feel our wings beating as we enter the sky together
Gliding across powdery clouds
A stillness... the air brushing our cheeks
Our bodies rising and falling
Dipping, curving, and diving
Before climbing again
Joy
A quiet ascendance soaring into the realm
Of Spirit and Soul
Entering magical moments cloaked in ancient memories
Our guardians are hummingbirds and owls
Adorned in snowy white guiding us towards the velvet envelope
Between space and time
Undying light reaching out to the end of the horizon
A merging of ALL..... Promise and Desire
An everlasting illumination of hope
Swimming in the naked air
Being kissed by bursts of sunlight
Peering through the gauzy sky
My body basking in radiant warmth
A quiet solitude
A tapestry of pale rose, magenta, and mauve
Reflecting my inner soul
A call to BREATHE....Deeply...Fully
Feeling the eternal connection
Becoming one with the pulse of life
Surrounding us all
A deep reverence towards all that is
Pink pearled strands of rain pierce the sea of mist and clouds
A kaleidoscope.... columns of light and shadow
Swimming through glorious turquoise universes
I close my eyes and feel your embrace
As we become one
Inhale: You touch me softly, then kisses me with delight.
Exhale: It feels so good to me the spots you touch are just right.
Inhale: Should I tell you how I feel, or how you make me feel.
Exhale: Just to think you wouldn't understand me completely.
Inhale: When I spoke to you, I tried covering my reak thoughts.
Exhale: Not knowing how you would react to them! to ME!
Inhale: My anxious words jumping on the end of my tongue waiting to be
realeased.
Exhale: Speak your mind? But I don't love with my mind.
Inhale: I love with my heart therefore I speak from my heart......... my soul.
Exhale: It's about time I started saying what I feel, what's in my heart.
Inhale: Somehow I let the words slowly fall back down my throat.
Exhale: They sit and wait.......Wait to be spoken, wait to be felt.
Inhale: I can't go on like this I need to tell you but how?
Exhale: WHEN? WHERE?
Why am I torturing myself by holding these feelings in. I should tell you but only
when the time is right.When you think the time is right. I don't care about no one
else. It's US only US!
Exhale: ( Ooops....... I forgot to BREATHE)
Breathe close to me, let not your head droop
nor your face grimace in fierce grief,
for when I must leave, all will not leave with me,
I promise....
The memories we made together
will sit safe inside your mind's nest.
I'll leave the photos too: I can't take them with me,
so you'll have the proof we were young once,
both pretty and foolish, drawn together like
two bees put in a jar, buzzing round each other
until their disparate sound becomes a kind of music.
The photos and memories can take you back to all
the places we loved in Italy and France and that
windblown prehistoric Southern beach where
our hearts first linked in tandem as flesh merged
and the monk-like sun set slowly, silently, o'er
that endless and holy ocean....
Yet they lie, those photos, static remembrances of
our youth and middle years, for no canvas or brain
can ever seize our love, the living thing it is,
unseen but tangible as a hand, vulnerable yet
enduring past anger, illness and even death...
because time cannot diminish this Being
born between us....
I breathe the new leaves in the Spring,
I breathe the azure of the skies
I breathe the birds on magic wing
I breathe the sunset as it dies,
only to paint a new sunrise.
I breathe Nature in any form:
the rain that falls with gentle grace;
the clouds, the lightning in a storm.
the wooded lands, the open space.
all part of Nature's gilded face
If but once, I could journey far,
and mingle with a Summer day.
to climb the clouds, sit on a star
gaze at Nature's golden display
that almost takes my breath away.
First Place!
Let's meet
on
side
of
honesty
honor
& Integrity
let's
never
forget
consequences
of
deception,
denial
delay
distraction
&death
upon
waking
think
of
what
a
precious
privilege
to be alive
breathe
think
enjoy
& love
let worry fade
breathe
allow
affection
& premonition
mend
your
wings
taste food
when
eating
taste slumber
when
sleeping
be alive
will all
be dead
soon enough
have
your
head
in
clouds
& think
you
are
in
paradise
poetry
is
thoughts
that
breathe,
& words
that
burn
beauty
of
life
grow
from
soil
build
in
steeple
mold
into
art
shaped
into
bread
loaves
or
hold it
in
your
heart
Written: March 25, 2023
5th place contest winner
Strand No 1203 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
When you said to me,
"Climb up here, It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly. Sane.
High-minded insight.
When anticipated terror
denuded me,
cool rarefied air
regulated insanity,
far gone fear.
I will breathe
in your rarefied air.
Let it burn brisk
in brittle, brave lungs.
Gasp and grasp
life's flame, full flare.
Lunge for high notions,
those far-flung schemes.
I will breathe in
High mind's smoke,
hung in air-
that ghostly stroke of genius,
rare token in disguise
Well spoken word flurries
whipping away thin guise.
Floating crown
adrift on high.
I will breathe in
Your rarefied air,
because I listened to you.
"Clamber up, high!
Unfazed view will circle you,
miles on end surround you.
No going around the bend.
Nowhere else to go.
No zig zag escape.
No spike in pressure.
No deep depression.
No bad atmosphere.
No stabbing shove.
No push or pull on edge.
Just your pledge to breathe.
To move in one direction.
Forever. Mentally "together."
Stay in good shape."
I will breathe out.
Your rarefied thoughts
congeal life's force,
slows down blood flow.
Till body gloved heart
faintly, faintly glows...
Concealed fire's torch,
caved embers die down.
Stripped artfully apart,
Your rarefied airs
blanket my mind in snow.
13/10/2018. Purely fiction. On the pros and cons of mentorship. "Higher" education is not necessarily a good thing. Learning lessons are.
cedar blue evening
day breath held beneath titans
sun offers me stairs
Breathe
When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold.
You don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe.
You just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed.
Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon,
You can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe.
You can down the stars of heaven in one single leap.
Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue.
You just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift.
All you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift.
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold.
Don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe.
No, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe,
yes, breathe...
How your skin intermingles and your words interweave
as your thoughts become one and your desires are seen!
You don’t have the answers for the feelings within.
You are so excited and your tension subsides as you breathe.
The glow on the walls fulfills the dark.
The hieroglyphic staircase reforms at once.
The air is refreshing and you can savor the breeze.
The stars are the luminaires that showcase what’s achieved.
The hyperactivity dances your feet.
A prescription of joy embraced so easily.
The Almighty God had given wisdom matured.
All-inclusive is the mind and you intuitive.
The clamor of night is attentive.
It takes your knowledge to the trees
where you lay awake awaiting.
Don’t question, just relax and breathe,
yes, believe…
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Written for A Collaboration With Mystic Rose, Poem
Entitled: "Breathe" - Poetry Contest on January 05,
2015! Mystic Rose is the first four Quatrains
and "yes, breathe..." and Verlena S. Walker is the
second four Quatrains and "yes, believe..."
More so, for the total effect, read Mystic Rose
Quatrain once again because she is creator and
I am the collaborator .
He should desire a verse of lost day past
while time enough was free to have enough,
When pace and life led more to mean but fast
as Simon said to simply breathe a puff.
To love and be less reckless with his heart,
Speak not of sin nor breach of true love’s spring,
Complete the bond not pressed akin to part
as forced to split amoebas’ kiss must sting.
He must observe his one true Master plot,
His growth less err forgone fulfills defense,
An age to find a soulmate’s breath he sought,
Their fit from Simon’s game of simple sense.
The dream of love begins with one shared breath,
The test of love whilst joined hearts beat ‘til death.
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Form: Shakespearean (English) Sonnet
Contest: English Sonnet 3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Written: 06/15/2016
Results: 1st Place
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~ Mother of roses ~
~ Roots intertwine our souls ~
~ Aromas of love ~
This dance feels resurrected
Right down to the cherry stains on your sleeve
And the tapestries that look like iron will
But are really shadows cleverly woven to imply it.
I can not see here
The lights are too low
But sometimes things are better seen
When lit by the lanterns of the mind instead.
They look brighter
Redder
Closer to real
Than real could ever be.
We were here once before
A thousand years ago give or take a century.
I spoke with a carnelian tongue
You tasted like pomegranate seeds.
Going back there again
Carrying that same tune
Becoming crimson
Becoming other
Breathe
I lost my breath
You gave me yours
You held me
You said
Breathe