Best Breathings Poems
Sweet cradled child, you slumber so
with gentle breathings, soft and slow
The love I feel I cannot speak
or tears would glaze upon my cheek
I hold you close beneath the pane
The night outside, it whispers rain
The clouds drift by, one star that shines
upon your face, as moonlight finds
a face so graced by angel wings
pink cheeks and eyelash flutterings
Dream, sweet one, of magic lands
Now, while you sleep, you grasp my hand
Your tiny fist, hangs on to me
I pray your world will always be
a gentle place, that watches thee
Do you dream of open seas
Or sail on clouds and over trees
through meadows like a soothing breeze?
If clouds arise to darken skies
may the angel eyes watch over you
I'll keep you safe in tender ways
till the sun comes back another day
So sleep my babe, I'll hold you tight
I'll sing this song for you tonight...
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For Contest Sponsored By Laura Loo
Thoughts keep coming back
of late afternoons
with the dark wings
of currawongs weaving
pathways through the high
branches leaving long threads
of song draped across trees -
the drifting skeins
of woodsmoke from winter fires
burning in cozy rooms,
eyes fixed in hypnotic stares
on dancing flames and minds
meandering the past, some
about to fall asleep.
Thoughts keep coming back
of snow falling silently
in feathery flakes
outside the window
and in the distance, an owl's
plaintive call going unanswered
in the thick air.
I listen to the sound of the fire,
a ticking wall clock,
breathings from beneath
a folded quiet and the drip
of melt water from somewhere
in the dark. I would like to stay
here but the fire is dying out
and its glowing embers
are nearly spent. A chill
is seeping through the cracks
opening between the past
and the present.
Within my mind are dusty cobwebs
where drafty breathings edge the corners of remembering
as they hold in a picture stilled that looms,
unchanged but not for lack of a broom;
school books, pads and pens, and bookbag piled high,
uniform dress, blouse, and blazer on the bedroom floor,
shoes plopped in the corner still untied behind the door
covers tossed on an unmade bed, pillow puffed against the frame,
a waking dog with ears alert and a wagging tail ingrained;
I can easily dust and sweep the memories stored there.
The dim light of an old candescent lampshade bare,
shadows of my grandmother rocking in her chair.
Four o'clock as the cuckoo bows,
chains straining the weights up and down,
a baloney sandwich, a glass of milk, she sits waiting
at the small kitchen table, her rosary praying.
Bouncing in the door, hurried and ready to play around,
the smile rises on her face as she puts her knitting down
and with a hug and kiss, she takes me in her arms
as I struggle hurriedly pulling away from her charms,
anxious to go out and play
as she asks, what did you learn today?
Sit, eat, tell me of your day
and I rushing through every thought I could say,
full mouth jabbering of this one and that at school,
today, I've learned the golden rule,
family and the love they give
are all you ever really need to live.
I wish I could go back for just a moment in time
and relive those wonderful memories sublime
now gone
and pushed in the corridors of my mind.
I LAY AND WATCH YOU BREATHING..
CATCHING EVERY BREATH..
HOLDING EVERY SECOND...
AFRAID TO LET THEM GO...
YOU ARE MY LIFE..
THE AIR I BREATHE..
I'M BREATHING HARD..
I FEAR I MAY HAVE WOKEN HER....
I HOLD MY BREATH...
SHE GENTLY BREATHES AND GOES
BACK TO SLEEP...
I LET OUT A SIGH OF RELIEF..
MY HEART IS POUNDING...
BREATHING HARDER....
TAKE DEEP BREATHES....
I CAN ONLY GASP AS I LOOK DOWN..
SHE'S BREATHTAKING..
MY LADY LYING NEXT TO ME....
MY BREATHINGS LABOURED....
LUNGS ARE PUMPING..
DARE I THINK SHE'LL STAY WITH ME..
FOR SUNRISE IT'S ME SHE'LL SEE..
THIS GNARLED AND WRINKLED FACE..
I HOPE SHE WON'T STOP BREATHING..
BUT IF SHE DOES..
I'LL HOLD HER GENTLY IN MY ARMS..
LIKE MY CHILDREN AT THEIR BIRTH..
AND BRING HER BACK TO LIFE........
If I were to write a suicide note,
I would kiss every inch of the page, to drench it
With my last breathings of doomed love
If I were to write a suicide note,
I would spray each corner with Arabian perfume,
So you will always associate death not with the chilling scents of
Decomposing flesh, or freshly turned soil, but with a heady
Intoxicating fragrance
If I were to write a suicide note,
I would use many inks in rainbow colours, to soothe
The ache of my parting words – to paint a kaleidoscopic picture of
My beautiful misery
If I were to write a suicide note,
I would not waste time listing my miseries,
For they were countless, and too heavy for a sheet of paper
To bear
If I were to write a suicide note,
I would compose it sitting on my bed, my legs a creamy white
Against the starched white sheet, my face lifting now and then
To the window, to distract myself from the solemnity by
Observing my final sunset
If I were to write a suicide note,
I would use the word ‘love’ as often as my heart
Nervously beats, in preparation for the coming stillness
If I were to write a suicide note,
I would remind you that were it not for you I would
Never have lived at all
I would tell you how you lifted my soul,
How you dragged me up from the depths,
The proverbial lotus flower pushing its blooms through
The sucking black mud
I would tell you how you were always with me,
Even when you weren’t – how your memory
Haunted, gently, bitter-sweetly
I would tell you how every time I closed my eyes
I saw your face,
Etched by angel fingers on the thin red easels of my lids
I would tell you how, to me, this feeble dying girl,
You were the most beautiful thing in the world
More beautiful than fresh-blooming roses,
Or a tropical sunset
More sacred than temples or churches
More radiant than the sun,
That blazing god
More poignant than the moon,
In all her melancholy splendor
More overwhelming than my frail heart could bear
If I were to write a suicide note,
It would quickly become a love sonnet,
Devoted wholly to you
And my death would be lost in the subtext...
i dont feel well at all today
i think ive got the flu
the sweat is pouring out of me
like ive had a vindaloo
its minus three degrees outside
the frost is on the ground
but i am burning up and now
my head is spinning round
the pins and needles in my arm
are shooting down my side
and now im going dizzy
like im on a fairground ride
a crushing pain is in my chest
my breathings getting slack
i cant beleive i chose today
to have a heart attack
In life there are moments when you miss someone so much
that you would only fulfill your dreams by
holding that person tight in your arms.
When the door of happiness is closed, another one opens,
but us, we continue to look at the closed door
and we do not attach importance to that which we have just opened.
Do not trust appearances, they are often false,
do not interest yourself in the wealth, it will disappear,
seek someone who communicates with you in laughter,
because one laugh could turn a sad day into a joyful day.
Dream whatever you desire to dream,
go wherever you wish,
seek whatever you desire,
because life is unique by how you shape it.
The lucky ones inevitably do not have the best of the best,
they seek simply the best of what they see on their journey,
the most beautiful future will always depend on
the need for, forgetting the past.
You will not be able to go from the past, in life as long as you
will not have overcome the errors of the past and all that hurt you.
Live the life in full, and always smile in spite of difficult times,
never lose the opportunity to give sunshine to the day
of a person who needs a few encouraging words.
Life is not measured in breathings,
but to the moments which cut you the breathe.
Life is beautiful, especially with a friend like you,
may every moment of your life be filled with joy.
I am a lady
You are a man
Ask me a question
I'll tell you all that I can
I love your laugh
I love your smile
The way you walk
Your wholeness and style enchants me
I need you
You need me
It might not be love
But won't you stay here with me
You make me laugh
I make you sigh
Come in a little closer
Let me hold you a while
Feeling your warmth near
Your breath on my face
Tracing your tears now
Want to kiss those bruises away
Brushing your cheek
Holding your eyes
Let me confidence rise you
Shake away all of his lies
Temperatures rising
Kisses turning to gasps
No control of my feelings
Just want this loving to last
Hearts beating faster
Breathings a rasp
Talk to me lady
Let's not go there too fast
Don't want to lose you
Nor this moment to pass
If I mean anything to you
Let's put behind your old past
Let's stay together
Don't want to lose a good friend
Want to take care of you darling
And be a good man in my loving you
Darkened dreams that fill my head
Nightmarish visions, a bloody bed
Under foot, on the ground I see
A crimson puddle, a puddle of me
Warm sensations, run down my leg
I must be strong, and I will not beg
Then I wake, from a sweat filled sleep
My body shaking, in a coiled heap
Tears start pouring, like a falling rain
Breathings hard, and my chests in pain
I try to think, of some better time
But there are none, at least not mine
So I suffer through, the sights and sound
This is my life, to it I am bound
I AM EVER - WRONG
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COPYRIGHT-POETESS-MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE,MOM
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i am ever wrong............
i sing my life's song...
in front of the dead body........
i am ever wrong.........
i want to see ..........
the sun...........
at mid night...........
i am ever wrong......
i want to see the north star............
at mid noon............
i am ever wrong..........
i want to see the full moon.....
at the new moon.....at night.........
i am ever wrong..........
i want to hear....
the laugh of the happiness..........
just after new born baby's mouth-toothless.........
not the crying..............
i am ever wrong.......
i trying and trying .......
to stop the death...
.......... of the living body........
i am ever wrong............
i like to listen.......
the recitations .....
of the dumb's mouth.................
i am ever wrong.....
i chant in front of the deaf.........
i am ever wrong.....
i show the mirror .......
.....in front of the blind..........
under the rays-shined……………
i am ever wrong.....
i pray..........
....to the nature,.........’’ hey ! ……..
kindly ! end , the tears of the humans ‘’.........
i am ever wrong.......
so i find and find.........
……by my foolish-mind………
.......the love in the endless universe...........
I am ever wrong……….
why ? because , I reach to the destiny ……..
of the successes-ways……….
I am ever wrong…….
yes………I want to change the rhythms of the heart……..
which is in my rib cage……..
I am ever wrong…..
I again and again…….
try to control my eyes……
please ! don’t close…….not shut……
be the ever open…..
at living body………
do not blink……at awaken times………
when I arise…….
and also do not close at sleeping times………
I am ever wrong………..
though I know I will meet with my death……….
and forever will stop my movements……..
yet I continue …… my breathings ,…….
…… always…….
……..un-necessarily………
………..freely………………..
I am ever wrong…………
to hold my age forever at stage of young………..
I am ever wrong……
I take birth ……..
……..again and again….
on this painful-earth…….
I am ever wrong…..
I waste my times for dreaming………
and request to the time ,……..
‘’ don’t go ahead ! ‘’………………………….
Enter darkness, soothe my pain
Make me feel alive again
Any words to harsh to say
Make this vessel, pave my way
Burning fire, stew my bones
Just anything to steer my goals
Align this weary and confused soul
Define that future, review my role
Young apprentice, bleed me dry
Pump adrenaline into these dry eyes
Flay my body, roast my thighs
Bake my innards. I want to come alive
I crave your static, excite my mind.
Renew my senses choke my lifeline
In these last few years I have but lived a lie
I want to see again, though I’m destined to die
My days are few, my breathings in vain.
I’d rather live an hour than be a trade or a slave.
While men do slumber, I stare awake
Reliving regret as I waste away
The shoes men wear, leave no cast
Unless you see the present, there is folly in past
Live no boundaries, why not take a chance?
I’ll take this brief journey until my last.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
~ William Wordsworth
What a peaceful sense of harmony I would feel
if the greatest moments in my dreams were real.
Those tender times together when we made love
are the thoughts I care about being reminiscent of.
I wake as dawn's luminance gently touches my face
and find I'm all alone. Of him, there's not a trace.
Again, I am conflicted, and my eyes seek in askance,
Am I to live in discontent without another romance?
I write of love to assuage the sorrow in my heart
but my pen and ink create tearstained works of art.
I've many pages of Sonnets written in lyrical rhyme,
Intimate lines of us when life was a melodic time.
One day love may find me again, outside of a dream.
A man whose eyes look at me and set mine agleam.
Whose touch makes me shiver, taking my breath away.
There will be harmony between us, we'll lovingly convey.
February 27, 2023
Writing Challenge ~ H Words Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
I jogged, one foot after the other,
Lungs wide open to welcome,
Breathings of the warm evening air,
Eyes stung at the touch of
Cruel sweat, saturated and salty.
I jogged, a flat branch overhead,
My left arm reached out to touch
The tree and its clippings,
Dwindling down the serpent's throat,
Though my fingers were amiss.
I jogged, against the moving air,
Soles hitting the ground aloud,
Bullets firing as if the sound,
Outpacing the farthest person,
All was fair and square.
An image once conjured was deemed unforgettable,
For an inexpiable deed was done once she painted,
Scrawls across the gnashed pages that need to be fed
Of impish creativity,
Of feigned grief,
Of radical breathings,
Of trodden misgivings,
Of mastered betrayal,
Of heavy injustice,
The mind coaxes the hand with such intensity, that
Quashed the tip of a quill, raven ink which seeped into
Clawed trenches onto the parchment as it molders,
An umbrage to those whom relinquished their dreams,
Into the flaming recesses at which dawn never break.
Noble Rennaker
1885-1911
Indeed! Ask the dead and they will tell!
They will reveal what true beauty is.
They will tell us the secrets of forgotten Eleusis.
Indeed! I know how Romeo,
Of fair Verona’s Montagues,
Must have felt, when he too,
Experienced the resounding joy
Of love at first sight,
But that sight, let it be known,
Only I knew of,
Only my eyes saw the connection,
And I spied and peeked and peered,
Unknown in the shadows,
At my oblivious mistress in purple,
My dream lady, my love.
Watching as a soldier at guard watches,
Watching for movements in the distance,
Listening for sounds, whispers, giggles,
Peeping at naked shapes,
And bending silhouetted turns.
And with pleasing moans and gaspings,
From behind the closed back doors,
Doors draped in concealing green garlands,
I saw her hair cascading in the shadows,
I heard her muted voice reaching for something soothing.
I watched her my friends!
Watched her at all hours of God’s day!
Peeped and peered and spied,
Watched silently there,
Saw wonderful visions there,
Her sorrowful breathings.
She, my love,
Soaking in scented baths of oil
In the soft candlelight there
Way out in the back at dusk,
Over on old Canobie Street.