Best Capturing Poems
I tried to capture this freedom
To capture it within a thought
For a time it seemed to hover
but freedom wasn't what I got
It seems my thinking lacked feeling
True freedom I couldn't explain
My mind it became a prison
This freedom was locked in my brain
By the morning I lost my mind
I felt it slipping from my grasp
Freedom found it's true expression
When it was released from my past
It seem that freedom is simple
It doesn't care what others think
It can't be found in a bottle
It can't be poured out like a drink
Once you have tasted its flavour
There can be no going back
Open the door just a smidgen
Freedom will provide what you lack.
Inspired by Peter Duggan.
Flamboyant search for a woman who had lost her mind.
Luckily she was outrageous and quite easy to find.
Her rainbow hair and the braided elephant she rode
Were clues easily deciphered, faster than Morse code.
She wore a turquoise hat, with a noisy penguin on the top.
She shopped at every store, and bought every broom and mop.
She was loud and happy, and she sang and danced pure joy.
She was amazing and funny, and she delighted every girl and boy.
They said she was crazy, the naysayers, the means, and the moody.
She was the happiest being in the village, our own delight, Miss Toody.
She was funny and cheerful, and made everybody have a happier day.
We captured her daily, but every night, we let her squirrel herself away.
If this is a woman who has lost her mind
Then more of us need to, for she was truly always kind.
If this is a woman who needs to be put in a cage,
Put me in with her, for to me she is all of the rage.
words are found, not forced
ebbing and flowing like waves
capture them quickly
when inspiration beckons
or they’ll gently slip away
The eyes are the first to touch
what the hands cannot feel.
The heart is the first to feel
what the eyes cannot see.
And who can open their eyes and hearts
to understand the difference?
We each have the ability to touch
the love abiding in us all.
To feel the blessings of this love,
rare is the chance to experience purity
in love and accept the sorrow that one day
may come from happiness.
This unfiltered love changes us
if we reach for the fire and hold onto the light.
In the past, I have chosen to be less than vulnerable.
I am trying to allow myself to breathe in
what my senses capture in each moment.
As I feel the breeze in my face and
the challenge of soaring against the wind,
I know, the expressions of my heart
and the love I embody are meant to be shared.
Pictures they capture our moments in life,
like the moment you marry your husband or wife.
They help relive those memories like a story,
to capture our hearts or revisit OLD history.
A picture could be that of a loved one,
someone you've lost or alive and well son.
Remembering those last words to you were “I Love You”,
you carry there picture, knowing they will always guide you too.
The memories you have live on within us,
emotions can become real through a picture we trust.
Sometimes a picture is a memory we erase,
throughout life we make new memories to fill that space.
Or the precious moments we have throughout time,
With Social Media and News its a nice break from all the war and crime.
Like to see the moon at its brightest light,
or a clear night of stars that twinkle in the night.
Maybe the suns going down leaving that crimson sky,
you capture these moments without needing a reason why.
You can guarantee a picture wont let you down,
showing you its meaning without any sound.
Only to capture the truth, what you see is what you get,
like a card game, when you see your cards you place your bet.
Few moments later all bets are done,
then show those cards to see who won.
You check in close while Antes go up,
you hope to see and play their bluff.
To capture a storm on that beautiful day,
as the clouds roll in with the darkest of grey.
You capture the brewings of the aftermath,
outside your house along the garden path.
From your baby's first steps to marrying your soulmate,
with all this who knew pictures could be that great!
The café was crowded,
we were seated on the porch;
lunch’s wait was quite a long one.
The adjoining flower garden drew butterflies and wing- dancing hummingbirds; they sipped nectar from the feeders that hung between towering sun flowers.
Multi-colored finches vied for black oil seeds with sparrows, wrens and a dove or two.
Occasionally, this diverse populace gazed into the porch window at us, as if we were performers in a dinner theatre.
Colored flora blended graciously with the color burst avians; fluttering butterfly wings leant a magical aire to nature’s live painting.
We sipped raspberry tea, with our free, late lunch.
We took the magic with us into the week; life seemed miraculous, despite the weekly grind;
magical moments savored.
Can I capture you?
Will you let me hold you?
I’ve watched you play through my window all day-
And you dance so prettily-
You move so silently,
And your presence here gives the darkest hour hope,
But can I capture you?
No-You’re too precious for one girl to hold…
Courtney
Nerdy, honest, creative, funny
Mother of Darian and Cash
Lover of a good book stash, thrift store trash, and travelling without whiplash Who feels empathy for the homeless, the hopeless, and disgust for the useless
Who needs my family close to me, a bit of morbidity, and my writings validity
Who fears death by falling, the Burger King, and life without a wedding ring
Who gives her kids a kiss, her boyfriend loving bliss, and her enemies a hiss
Who would like to see New York City, Italy, and my family being happy
Resident of Springfield, LA by way of Glendora, CA
Hubbert
2021, the year I capture my desire
Sonya Sanchez said to catch the fire
I stand bold and put on my fly attire
Word remains my bond
Low vibrations are for liars
Elevating is now dire
There is no going back
The universe has spoken
I can only rise higher
Celestial deities presenting signs,
On how to grow wiser
His eye is on the sparrow
Sings the southern church choir
Sweet music of harmony
Elemental universal sounds transpire
Composing earth wind spirit water fire
2021, I capture my desire
I don't feel fresh this morning
not like a blooming rose’s
late sleep at night
but it was early morning
so it wasn't late.
I walked the door
Like no one is around
I can see streetlights
Blinking like star lights
and I saw glaring eyes.
In the dark there's light
when there's light
there’s no dark but darkness
that what's playing in my mind
like a hungry tummy play.
I focus the lens of mechanical eyes
Then there's bicycle paddled
There's hat hang in the neck
so I take the hat but its image
I am to capture it for memories.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
BD, Gonsai. 180415.8:52AM.
A truly lovely poem I have read,
Spoke volumes ‘bout the power of the pen.
At times our thoughts on paper must be said
Before they fly away, we’ll capture them.
On paper then we see the passion inked
With pen in hand words scribed across the page.
When reading we can see how these are linked
Once in our view, these words will never age.
Yes, poems filled with lovely sentiment
To touch our hearts and soul the author’s quest,
Engage the reader is their one intent.
History repeats
As your about to read
These elf like species
Are back for our creed
Planets raped
Through galactic wars
Their presence of greed
The universe abhors
Are we next
On their pillaging prey
What will happen to our planet
I fear to say
Weeks pass
As the sky blacks
A trait of the elves
Imminent attack
Ships launched
To repel their fight
Save our planet
To do whats right
Explosions aplenty
Maiming death
Our planets fading
Gasping life's breath
Racolyn
Has captured Earths Soul
Are we to be
Another universe black hole
The sky reddens
As the elves leave
Ozone poisoned
Saviour layer grieves
Their planet reached
Having killed Mars
Another battle scared world
From galactic wars
Racolyn stands
As she absorbs Earths Soul
The blue breath of life
Her wanting goal
The life of our Planet
Yellow light so divine
On the verge of dying
No longer to shine
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy.php
Chromatic cascade
across the land
sporting a cavalcade
of roses, parrot tulips,
irises, narcissus
and I look out over the
painted mountain
to revel in the
wildflowers waltzing
in a casual breeze.
Atop the verdigris
the flora brings
serenity to my spirit
and I grab my
paint-box and canvas;
it’s time to capture
the season’s rebirth
once again.
5-7-2021
Nature Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
The participant
Expectant
The judger
But a resonator
Void in between
May glean
Or may not
Being self taught
If he does
Feeling a buzz
Our good friend
Else fiend
Or are we
Unbound and free
Either which way
In play
14-January-2021
Yesterday at a restaurant with family…during our talking, laughing…eating
one again I realized how every moment’s fleeting.
A story is told, we laugh but that story’s laughter does not last
because another story takes its place and it slips into the past.
So when a moment surfaces…before the next one arrives to displace it
I try to let that moment surround me and quietly embrace it.
Basically when I am seated with friends and family near
I try to capture as many moments as I can before they disappear.
Which moments to capture are subjective…they’re for each one of us to define.
They could occur while looking at a menu…or ordering some wine.
When our nephew tells us of his travels or about the tennis he has played
or when his wife relives her marching in the Macy’s Day parade.
When our niece talks about turning 50…when her daughter shares her fears..
Or when her other daughter tells a story…only for our family’s ears.
(I will not give away her story…but here’s a little peek
It had to do with something that landed on her cheek)
Or the moment we celebrated my birthday early and I noticed a gleam in every eye
as they sang happy birthday to me…while I stuffed my face with pie.
When following Deborah and the crew as around town they golf carted…
or in the tenderness of the hugs when everyone departed.
These are just a few moments I captured recently
at a dinner in a restaurant...surrounded by family.
I know these moments are fleeting….that they have a small life span
which is why I like to stop….and catch them when I can.
Because once I capture a moment…I can store it in my memory
where a moment that once was fleeting…can last an eternity.