Best Carry Away Poems
The time seems to wander, languishing here and there, jealous of the wind.
Sometimes it flies, to almost find it's end, even when you have barely started.
The terrible ones, they seem to standstill, so you can live them for a lifetime.
The boring ones, are not appreciated, yet can be missed on those wild rides.
The day listens, to no man or woman, it knows well what to surprise us with.
There are a few, in everyone's life, that will be remembered, that have no equal.
When all the luck, works its magic, to lift the spirits high, and love comes to call.
There are days when, we fly too close to the sun, that melts wings made of wax.
Some are breathtaking, when death is standing near, but it's just not your time.
The guardian angels, swoop low to carry away that day, that took a piece of you.
Every single day, we should live as our last, for each is the gift of a jealous god.
There are the nights, that follow the day, when the gods dream, of being a man.
And all of the days, when misfortune arrives, and you cry the whole night away.
Then comes that one day, you won't survive, when you pray for just one more.
And all that's left, is to drift off and relive the ones, you wished would never end!
Categories:
carry away, remembrance day,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
All one will ever need is you everlasting loyalty
where a thousand teardrops are sourced
glistening gems from the fountain they shall fall
with the grace adorned beauty held within
That of a single tune striking cords deeply
Kissed by the oceans is the salt contained
In wild seas it's there phantoms of the past nightshades
driven by ghosts is the tides turning current
Crashing waves hurled by the breath exhaled
tempest of the storm you carry away footprints
where all that remains is the shell of your being
bleached through the sands of time
Categories:
carry away, deep, faith, meaningful, ocean,
Form:
Quatrain
a poet cries real tears
I am speaking to you
from inside my head
I shake it and out tumbles
words in scrabble pieces
shiny lacquered squares
to build a thought
that will express the what
and where, of my yards of thinking.
Some times it claws and rends
a thundering lion of ideas; anger, hurt
wanting to shred the very existence
of those who lie and cheat
expose their greed and noxious deeds
in a way that all could see
and understand that we are not sheep
who sleep upon a heap of disaster.
Again I shake and springs forth
hope and tears that carry away the anger
clear my vision to see a homeless man
helping some one in greater need
a child looking in awe at Santa Claus
asking, a gift for another
soup kitchen volunteers lining up
to feed the world. all the many
hidden kindnesses that travel
upward across the sky
leaving tiny trails of light and hope.
we do not need more words
we need more people speaking out
more gentle love and understanding
breathe the air take in the hope
do not let those who are dark
with their burden of cynicism
belittle the silver threads of humanity
for no matter how worn the phrase
how ill-used it may be
goodness still exists and will live forever.
GOODNESS WILL TRIUMPH!!!
Categories:
carry away, change,
Form:
Free verse
New partners at each meal, oh my, what fun.
This time its Andrea, Sara and Carolyn.
Our entrée is fish. Give you one guess who caught it.
She had offered it free but the restaurant bought it.
Michael has pulled this convention together.
Everything has been perfect to even the weather.
John has just given the inspired invocation.
We’re all on the program in convoluted rotation.
My attention right now is on these three friends
Who have given encouragement and love without end.
They are just as I pictured, so pretty and sweet
and each as delighted as I am to meet.
Now that I have met them, I am suddenly shy.
They are so talented that I wonder why
they would spend time with me, the oldest one here.
I soon feel included. Each one is a dear.
To get more acquainted we speak of our lives,
Andrea and Sara are both happy wives.
Carolyn is a young widow the same, as was I.
We laugh at some stories, at others we cry.
We talk very fast to get everything in.
To miss such a chance would be a grave sin.
We find deep connections to carry away
to ponder on later on some lonely day.
In four days of convention, we’ll meet all the others
and soon we’ll be closer than sisters and brothers.
When the meetings are over and it’s time for goodbye,
we’ll know we’ve made friends to the day that we die.
“A Table of Four” contest
Joyce Johnson
Carolyn Devonshire
Andrea Dietrich Won a 4th in this contest.
Sara Kendrick
Categories:
carry away, adventure, friendship, on writing
Form:
Rhyme
Wann fühlt sich ein Tag an
wie eine Sekunde?
Eine Woche wie eine Stunde?
Nur wenn sie schon vergangen sind
Wann fängt die Erinnerung zu verblassen an
Wie fängt man sie, bindet sie an der Seele an
Das wünscht man sich
doch kann man nicht
Die Tränen fallen vom Gesicht
Sie tragen ab
einen kleinen Stich
und hinterlassen
etwas Glücklich
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When does a day feel like a second?
A week like an hour?
Only when they have already passed
When does the memory start to fade?
How do you catch it, tether it to your soul?
It's what you wish
but cannot do
The tears fall from your face
The carry away
a small sting
And leave behind
something happy
Categories:
carry away, memory, time,
Form:
Feelings of mine
Similar as a chiming of church bells.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Echoing loudly.
Sorrow as beautiful
A blue as bluebells.
Gradual as time
Flows onwards, profound.
Feelings I hold.
Love found as gold as a bell.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Fading away sound.
Liberation as open
As bell bottom jeans.
Silent and as still
As calming golden bells.
Feelings of mine
Clang, sang, faded all away.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Ringing, eventually toning down.
Said farewells
Unto thee as I become free.
Expression as fading out
As the veil of these bells' spells.
Feelings I hold
Have hope until something unfolds.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Peacefully waiting for some day.
Emotion as gray
As clouds, carry away.
Love as bright
As day, will one day show me true light.
Feelings of mine
Like where the bells chime.
My feeling of love is like bells,
Patiently remains, in steady faith…
Categories:
carry away, love, romance, romantic, romantic
Form:
Free verse
In the shadows of the Montezuma mountains there lies an ethereal river
Ancient Greeks knew of it, and wrote legends, many which are lost.
She is the River Styx. Where your soul travels beyond flesh death.
It is a silent river; no words are exchanged. There is a somber feeling.
A hushed atmosphere as boats carry away newly returned souls.
An empath might hear the whisper of the paddles gliding in the water.
Gaia listens as the water is dipped, and souls return to the underworld.
Categories:
carry away, mythology,
Form:
Free verse
Take care with wet wishes --
there is a shortage of road sponges,
then come the splashes
rivers that overflow
can carry away foolish rafters
those who did not heed the sky,
soaked, desperately needing dry
be careful of wet kisses;
the clouds they come out of --
debris they also carry
can sorely tarry
when thought is to settle-down
and lovingly marry --
rain can clean, quench and grow
kisses can comfort head-to-toe,
can drench when overflow
be thoughtful, restraint when making
decisions -- we will all make mistakes
but, long term, no benefits from wet
brakes....
Categories:
carry away, abuse, addiction, desire, health,
Form:
Free verse
out the window a choking night-wind blows through the city.
rancid and steamy.
it wraps itself up my building and into my apartment,
running over the floor,
and bringing with it the smell of rot and piss-soaked concrete.
i push the ragged curtains back and gag.
a distant siren wails.
dots of light
everywhere
and a million people stacked in boxes.
with pipes running like veins
to carry away their filth
to some unspeakable place.
and dreams.
i can never forget the dreams.
of better times
more space
and clean air.
fueled by a machine of unfathomable import.
wiring me together with them all
into a single consciousness:
the camera swivels here and we all laugh,
it swivels there and we all cry.
always, the camera’s titillations run over me.
my mind twitches to keep up.
and what of the awareness of this mass-consciousness?
suppressed in drink, dope, and false faith.
two neighbors i do not know
erupt in passionate-rhythmic moans just behind the wall.
i lay down in my bed and settle in to its years-old imprint of me
and wait for exhausted sleep
as i fight back the madness of Truth for yet another night.
Categories:
carry away, city,
Form:
Free verse
The Extinction of the Sea Turtles
By Elton Camp
Human villainy is a cause for alarm
It causes much environmental harm
If the sea turtle should become extinct
To deliberate human acts it is linked
Sea turtles take decades to sexually mature
Then their offspring are far from secure
Males and females mate out in the sea
But on the sandy beach its nests must be
To the beach where hatched many return
Only to be met by the selfish and stern
She hauls herself up onto the home beach
Digs a hole to put her eggs out of reach
Then she covers and hides them well
Just where they are it’s hard to tell
But people have been there on alert
And immediately dig into the dirt
Huge sacks of eggs they carry away
So there will be no babies another day
It is largely because of this disgrace
That extinction the sea turtle does face
Categories:
carry away, nature, sea, beach, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Alone in my world of solitude, admitting this feeling of mine
my desire to let go and cry, is nothing short of benign
nothing I think to do can elevate, sensing my emptiness to blame
my pain and anguish intimidates, bringing with it this shame
These words I hope to relate, might bring me a respite and chance to feel
maybe I just need assistance, finding a successful way to heal
regardless of the reason, for me truth must still hold true
I can't take this pain much longer, or I don't know just what I'll do
Extending my hand to you my friend, advice is what I really seek
finding an answer to my dilemma, this situation is very bleak
help me to confront that internal pain, in you I dare place my trust
refusing to believe or to give in to despair, I know this I must
My unseen tears, like a falling feather the wind shall carry away
how much did I hope my heart of flesh, would somehow turn into clay
you see my friend how to contend, with a heart weighing me down
trying to solve this anguish I have, in sadness causing me to drown
All my life this world to me, only black and white will I ever be able to see
there is truth and there is untruth, in my eyes that's how it could ever be
this world of gray is not worth much, another way for the selfish to gain
manipulating the truth to benefit themselves, while causing others our pain
living in our world full of desires, with temptations how to tow that straight line
confronted with selfishness and personal gain, thoughts causing my heart to pine
rising to the occasion and choosing wisely, more than this you just cannot do
but if the alternative is to compete with the selfish, run to avoid them like the flu
Comforted I am with these words I learned, quoted in the name of someone great
Rabbi Eliyahu Dessler was his name, and in his wisdom did I truly find my fate
"you can give without loving, but you can't love without giving", is what he would sometimes
relate
so if this path of selfishness is what you choose to follow, your true love will never await
Categories:
carry away, happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Incertitude
Who am I...?
Am I the first born son, emanating from a fire of passion?
Am I the long lost hope, rekindled, ravenous in the eyes of my forebears?
Am I the caressed cocoon, spun out of love and compassion?
Whose silken threads, entice and embellish the vain vanity of its wanton wearers?
Am I a prodding prodigy,
Aimed at excelling in every sphere ?
Am I, a porous sponge, meant to absorb every single human emotion, a mortal can bear?
Am I a doted upon enduring exemplar or a doomed ephemeral effigy?
Am I the mellow and musky mist, exuding from a bare bosom?
Am I the naive, reticent lover, imperfect, yet dearest to my beloved?
Am I the longing in her eyes, a hypnotic hum?
Am I mere an object of desire- usurped, used, seduced, shoved?
Would I be another mere mortal among the countless thriving throng?
Lashed by grief, aged by time, thwarted by fear and smitten by love?
Would I be a forgotten fable or a perennial song?
Would I be remembered as -
A peacock- proud of its plumage,
An Owl- sombre yet subtle , of a lettered lineage,
A nightingale-serenading a song touching the core ,
A mystic bird from an ancient lore,
or , a dove – cygnet soft , gentle sitting on an alcove?
Oh Time! Tarry! A little,
Before I transcend from this world to the other,
Hark ! I plead, solve this riddle.
Oh Wind! Carry away my doubts to the omniscient;
Rush against all odds, be it a mighty mountain or a rampant ridge.
Time is running, I dread to lose myself in this mystic maze,
Oh Almighty! Accept my venerations to you my liege,
Enlighten me , before my mortal remains is set ablaze.
-Saptarshi Mukherjee
Categories:
carry away, introspection, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
My dram ram has spent it's last byte
MS word won't type another poetic wishful might
India calling techie says charge $$ that visa
and PC will be good for a few years
Over the phone line and through the Dell
to better 'puting we go
The geek knows the way
to carry away
my short and dwindling dough!
Over the phone line and through the Dell
Charge what?? this is starting to smell!!
The geek knows he may talk away
my sanity Hey!!
This PC still don't 'poot!!
Categories:
carry away, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Waves carry away sand
but a few grains left behind...
memories in my mind.
Categories:
carry away, introspection,
Form:
Haiku
What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some
safe and nonexistent destination.
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd
Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody?
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs.
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.
Categories:
carry away, adventure, dedication, faith, hope,
Form:
Free verse