Best Carry Poems
Sound
Once more
Thy Trumpets
Sweet melody
To my ears this night
Carry my soul upwards
To the ethereal sphere
Where I shall reside for a time
As a traveller of the cosmos
In harmony with the all and divine
To stop her tears flowing endlessly,
remembering eleven years ago,
a helpless injured body, beaten
By her own hands,
smashed her head on the wall,
dripping a fountain of blood.
That day, she hypnotized
her spirit and soul
Not to abandon her,
but carry her wounded shadow
To her doctor,
lamenting for help.
Her youth was evaporating,
she needed to stabilize
her elderly emotions,
to stop living in the past,
if not, her future,
will never be lived.
Cured Today.
She did intercept to abolish
Her melancholic delusional thoughts,
and involve her dreams
To wake up,
project a beautiful ambiance.
She did nourish her desire
not to surrender,
to the unhealthy society,
but enjoy sharing the love
To remain affectionate,
even sentimental
towards life.
She will embark her thoughts
To lift her compassion,
imagination, and forgiveness,
fascinate her existence with
The will power,
to fight to live.
She will then, become strong,
befriend her emotions,
kindness and sensitiveness,
all her loyalties,
to allow her soul
be occupied, with joy.
She will feel the urge to
Find a place in time to withdraw,
dream how to replenish herself,
Forbid her mind to remain
ailing,
and survive.
She will then, live with a mission,
become saturated with gratitude
Being alive,
in the present time.
Therese Bacha
I met her once in a house with no laughter,
where the wallpaper peeled like old regrets,
where the air tasted of dust and waiting.
She sat on the staircase, small knees to her chest,
counting the footsteps that never came back.
She spoke in the language of careful silences,
in the hush of a door never opening,
in the crack of a voice that forgot how to ask.
Her hands held nothing but air and absence,
and yet, they trembled as if they knew loss too well.
She was the kind of child no one looks for,
the one who learned to fold herself quiet,
who made herself smaller than the spaces between words,
who mastered the art of not being a burden.
And I, I did not save her.
No one did.
Instead, she wove herself into my bones,
threaded her sorrow into my skin.
Now, she walks when I walk,
sits beside me in empty rooms,
tucks herself into the corners of my reflection.
Some nights, I feel her fingers in my own,
pulling me back to a childhood I do not visit.
She still stands in doorways, waiting.
She still listens for voices that will never call her name.
And I, older, taller, louder,
am no better than the ghosts who left her there.
I tell her she matters,
but I do not let her speak.
I tell her she is safe,
but I never stay long enough to prove it.
She watches me with something like knowing,
something like pity,
something like an apology.
As if to say;
You are the one who left me now.
And I do not answer.
Strong sleigh is needed to carry the peace,
a light candle is burning,
blow it out with a wish.
For you, I carry heavy issues difficult to bear;
varied themes with bleary depths as carved by you.
You want me to dismiss all darkness you name light,
to secure your pride’s weight in my ocean of shame
and declare aloud your behooved truths are priceless.
There are no limits to all that you diminish
in me when holding me immobile for your use,
to move me around as your desires so choose.
You know I struggle to be free from your rules,
you have read my clues but are completely immune.
Floating as tossed in your issues, I feel ropes securing
agitation upon all my twisted, pushed and pulled guilt.
You intend to keep me crippled in this fashion.
I often tread in my dream threads wishing to swim
far away from the darkness you always fasten.
Someday, I will lose you as a nightmare captain.
Yes, I will disengage, I will make that truth happen.
You will sink or swim in seas you cannot harm or please,
that roll aloof despite your achieved skills to control
and I will thrive living a sanity scrolled, honest life.
We stood at the edge of contemplation
watching through the window to the world
but not ever knowing where we stare
We fathom the scale of injustice
weighing heavily on ordinary minds
where ordinary is atypical
and creativity is pushed
back into the recesses of time
Awaken with me in yesterday's linens
our dramatic interpretation of life's song
dispell rumors of ruins in waiting
and let your sensuous tune carry us home
"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
ee Cummings
The autumn light of day ripples through
Perfection beneath shadows shade of blue
While I sit alone on the riverbank
Where last we both sat, I sadly sank
Darling, I carry your heart in my heart
it's always with me anywhere never apart
I have died every day waiting for you
Every breath I take just thinking of you
I glance into the heavens wishing I was there
Or that you were here my fingers through your hair
My conscious mind reflects on the past
With heart beats fast, a loving caress to last
Time with you here with me when thoughts are cast
For only a brief glimpse more than things long past
Darling, I carry your heart in my heart
it's always with me anywhere never apart
11/5/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge, November - Some Kind Of Love -
Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
trees always seem to fall
when a trail is followed
on hands and knees.
Love carry me through life gently
Carry me to the mountainside
Show me the colorful sights to see
Love carry me where smiles aren’t shy
Safe places to have fun and hide
Love carry me through life gently
Love carry me to the open plains so free
To remember all we have tried
Show me the colorful sights to see
Love carry me to the rivers that be
Words in motion moving outside
Love carry me through life gently
Love carry me to the tops of trees
Once climbed, face new challenges to be tried
Show me the colorful sights to see
Love carry me far from hatred to flee
Where kindness and respect resides
Love carry me through life gently
Show me the colorful sights to see
Heidi Sands
11/8/17
Will you carry me, as I have you,
Whether skies are grey or blue.
As time goes by and I grow older,
I fear my death will have no shoulder,
for me to lay and rest my head,
before I reach my final bed.
A last request, I don't ask much,
but please, give me one last touch,
just one last token of your love,
before I'm sent to God above.
Hold me proudly next to your ear,
and listen close, perhaps you'll hear,
me whisper 'thank you', sincerely.
I only ask you'll carry me.
18th August 2011
This Load I Carry…
Along the road of life,
I carry a large load…
It feels quite heavy…
As I travel a “bumpy” road.
This load I carry is often
difficult to bear…
At times, I stumble…
And caught “unaware…”
The trials and hardships
of life… I shall endure…
I’ll try to stay on a path
that is “safe” and “secure.”
There are times, however,
when I get in a hurry...
As the storms of life often cause a “flurry.”
During my travel… As I look up
to the darkened skies…
I can almost look into
my heavenly father’s eyes…
As God reaches down
his arms so strong…
He’s there to lead me
when things go wrong.
The Lord is there to help
with my heavy burden…
He’s also my guiding light…
I am most certain!
The Lord is my shepherd
and is with me where I go…
He’s brought strength and
rest for my weary soul.
This load I carry may be full
of so many things…
But grows lighter because of the love
that God brings!
By Jim Pemberton
I am not ready
For the end ...
Though the road may wind
And it may bend ...
And if it might
Even fork in two,
I will carry on
Just as I do
Steadily stepping
Both here and there,
A trail of footprints
Without a care
And if one day
I walk alone,
Will be no reason
To weep and moan
Though the road may wind
And it may bend ...
I am not ready
For the end ...
I knew when I opened my eyes,
That last night was my last night here.
I felt it in my soul, as I lay there,
Listening to the breathing next to me.
I cried in bed knowing this would be hard,
But when is love an easy thing?
I mustered just enough energy,
To get my things and leave.
Though I was crying on the inside,
I couldn’t answer why I was leaving.
I couldn’t even say goodbye,
I could only walk away.
And If I can’t have his heart,
Then no one can...
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For Nathan's, 'The Opposite Sex' Contest
This life has given me many scars,
oh, my path has been twisted and full of deep pits;
I have crawled out of the darkness to begin again.
Have started over so many times I lost count,
but, with the scars I carry comes courage;
and that has made all the difference.
I can see your thoughts wondering if you’re making all the right moves,
In you wanting to see matters out; like if to yourself you got so much more to prove?
But in my prayers you have continuously remained the only one,
However, it has been clearly written by you that the visions of you are truly done!
Not by my choice, I’m just playing out the hand I was dealt,
Not to ever feel your warmth, your kindness, and so many other matters upon you that I
have never felt,
Do you still wonder or envision yourself with me or did I already leave your thoughts?
Does that void for me still exist or is there no vacancy for me within your heart?
Can I show you all that you mean to me or should I let all of that just go?
I told you how strongly I feel for you so in that I’m glad that you know!
I cannot lie to you my dear; because of you I do feel so much pain,
To think of this trapped love I have for you I can only hope that one day we could share in it
the same!
There is nothing else I can say nor is there anything left for me to do?
I can only end my words, on telling you how much I am in love with you!
I’m on the verge right now on making a serious change in my life,
I just hope my past mistake remains just that; because I don’t want to live it twice!
So whenever you close your eyes at night does the thought of me ever pops into your head?
I think you’ll never truly understand the love I have for you; not until I’m gone and dead,
So on that, I’ll leave you with this note my dear and that’s to embrace life as within it that
you see,
We are on different charter plateaus my dear; but it is the love for you that I shall forever
carry along with me!
“Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say
so”