Best Corners Poems
When the lights dim
I will drift into your dreams
lightly touching you
Small whispers breathing
in the corners of your soul
bringing images
A slideshow of us
with a faded yesterday
memories not lost
In dark corners grows gloomy and dark secrets
In the shady corners spread envy and gossip
In sunny corners grow rose bushes, happiness and joy
26.04.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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In the dark corners of my mind I escape.
I have them take me away into a land
far away.
Here there are crushing white waterfalls,
deep blue waters
and rock pillars of jagged gray.
I don't hold on to or carry anything with me.
I am forever gone at this time in this day.
The sun is falling and the moon is calling.
It beckons me to stay.
It's lumious glow shines all about me.
I can feel it in the air.
I can see it's flow.
It's like a silver eupohric light,
bathing me in sight.
I stand without fear or torments.
I am engulfed into the perfect scene.
I can still see the grass's color
play along in the moonlight,
so green.
~DW
i don’t often come to these corners
where in shadows the past lies
memories taken from the shelves
dust them off, each one a different root
with connections to the same tree
never a residing within what if
nor some vision of a just resignation
labyrinths of now-faded possibilities
replacing them to the shelf, silent detritus
i have always been able to walk away
the part of me i keep hidden in the depths
of Dante’s delusions of hell
swept all the muses into a corner
took them out and murdered them all
one by one, choking the breath from me
leaving only emptiness within
a katabasis, the defeat was inevitable
Summer is now fading
and the seasons provide the only shelter
from the hecatomb that mirrors tu quoque
where the bleeding Parthian shots live
under the watchful eyes of Cerberus
hearing your voice
as i walk from the shadows
the philogyny survives, but you are cursed
it is the only root to survive
her major was the Greeks, never asked why
her poetry, the dilettante in romantics
walked away from hepcats and Greek gods
what is the difference i ask sub rosa
remorse is a cheap mask
romantic poets are known for their infidelity
and carefully crafted gods
pretty words that flow as lava
a detrition that wears the skin vulnerable
exposes the heart to cruelty
never asked why or believed love is blind
rather dumb and deaf
Greek gods
are the trash of failed imaginations
you should feel at home with mythomaniacs
i prefer a different reality and Valhalla
i have no thin wall between love and hate
i constructed another Great Wall of China
an impenetrable bitterness
FF/97
shout to the north the east the south and the west
shout it out that Jesus is the best
may our voices travel afar
for God touches hearts no matter where you are
in the valley of dry bones far away
God made them flesh and were restored back to life that day
there is nothing he can not do
to all the people from the corners of the earth
God can restore and heal you
sing to the north the east the south and the west
sing it out that Jesus is the best
tell of his miracles and sing of his wonders too
there is nothing that he can not do
he will hear you when you call
for Jesus is saviour to all. Amen
Isaiah 11;12
And He will lift up a standard for the nations And assemble the banished ones of Israel, And will gather the dispersed of Judah From the four corners of the earth.
Jeremiah 23:3
"I myself will gather the remnant of my flock out of all the countries where I have driven them and will bring them back to their pasture, where they will be fruitful and increase in number.
Zechariah 10:6
"I will strengthen Judah and save the tribes of Joseph. I will restore them because I have compassion on them. They will be as though I had not rejected them, for I am the LORD their God and I will answer them. Amen
my friend said he believes my poems are reaching out to all the corners of the earth
all our faith poems are speaking to people and making a difference, How great is God to give us a gift to share his word to the whole globe, keep sharing your faith poems and songs my friends
may every spiritual blessing be yours, Amen
that's why I choose corers of the earth, and one of my favourite songs is
shout to the north, by robin marc
our Lord blesses us with such a wonderful gift to share his word to speak to the world, just like speaking the word over them dry bones speaking his word will move mountains
all Glory, praise and honour be his both now and forever more Amen
As I open the door in your room
I enter with that warm feeling
Taking my clothes off, wearing yours
I am home, in your arms, once a week.
I lay myself in your bed
Its small and its better
I lay not to sleep but to dream with you
To hear you breathe, skin to skin, I am all yours
I would like to be up all night
Observing you, keeping you pleased
Sometimes when my emotions consume me
Your love blankets my soul, then I’m fine.
I can no longer imagine a day without you
Hours spent apart, torments me inside
How I wish I was born already beside you
That would’ve been easy, finding myself, finally finding it with you.
Life ain't easy for me anymore
But thank you for helping me carry the load
For always wearing that smile despite the hurdles
For constantly choosing me, committed, I love you
We may not be the typical couple
But our love is greater than the naked universe
I know things may come along and shake our grounds
But I will never run.
I‘ll stick with you, in your room
Continuously blanketing you, as you strip me.
I will never fade
Life will be spent laying with you
Finding home, in your arms
...Definitely more than once a week.
This is a found poem taken from F. Nietzsche's Parable of the Madman
In Dark Corners, Laugh
that madman who lit
bright morning hours,
the market place, many
were standing,
provoked?
his way like hiding?
gone...
they yelled and laughed.
the madman pierced them
he cried; killed him i, murderers do this?
But how…
wipe away horizons,
unchain this earth
are we moving?
from plunging in all directions?
up or down?
straying, an infinite nothing?
feel the breath become colder?
night continually lanterns in the morning?
hear nothing of the noise of burying?
we smell decomposition decompose.
dead remains dead.
and him.
comfort ourselves murderers,
mightiest of all bled knives: who us?
water is atonement, sacred greatness,
too great?
we ourselves become simply worthy of
a greater deed; whoever after us -
for the sake of this deed will belong to all.
silent listeners; silent and in astonishment
threw his lantern and went out.
too early is not yet.
this is still wandering; the ears of men.
require time;
the light requires time; deeds still require to be seen and heard.
more distant than most stars and yet themselves related
on the same day forced several up,
led out is said to have nothing
after all,
now the tombs?
These tears that pool
In the dark corners of bright rooms
Monsoons couldnt wash them away
These are the ones that define us
The ones that sit in the recesses of our minds
Rusting away at what we think is our core
Provoking the winds that blow closed our shutters and open our doors
These winds that blow fierce
Through your forest and across your bay
You can't catch them in your sails
They are not meant to move you
But to ruffle your feathers
And bring waves to your seas
To shake everything that you thought was serene
And to bring on the tears that pool
In the dark corners of bright rooms
Time draws us closer
If we salute social partners
Who bless our lives, eliminating any stressor
From the corners
Where time creates quality time
To share
To climb to the prime
Level of the care
We disperse and dispense
In the interaction
Whose essence
Consolidates affection
In words, in actions
Deliberately meant
To invite benedictions
In every second spent
Strengthening ties
Within friendships
Where lies and spies
Sail in the opposite direction in ships
Whose poison
Far from the centre
Where treason
Gets no chance to enter
In a bid to plant seeds
Whose germination
Multiplies feeds and weeds
That trample affection
Underfoot
Increasing the chasm
Whose right or left foot
Sparks a spasm whose sarcasm and cytoplasm
Weakens bonds
Meant to grow from strength to strength
As evil absconds
To its full breadth and length
Signifying the rebirth
A partnership
Deserves beyond the birth
It witnesses in discipleship and fellowship
As every chime
Time sounds
Spurs a climb
To the next relationship rounds on gregarious grounds.
the conversations are rolled into the corners
stretching into a fifth dimension
perpendicular to all points
this is where i love you
curled back upon itself
unavailable to the eye
the physicist’s graven image
produced at energy levels
no longer on demand
counterfeited
lying useless on the floor
moments escaping
till you do
back into the visible spectrum
where the colored quarks
come to rest upon
a mask i have come to know
all too well
and given up all hope
of ever removing it
we chat in silence
the quietude in our pervading existence
is what we ultimately share
the empty spaces between galaxies
collisions that are temporarily ignored
a cosmos enveloped in its own existence
a life to be never seen
conjectures upon a table filled with mathematics
and nothing more
the weak force begetting pyrite
once radiant and full of promise
now lies a barren moonscape
awaiting expulsion, embers now ashes
fate in the coming winds
Fergus Falls 2000
Sixteen she became more of a sexist.
With her skin smooth to reek the care
of her mothers touch.
Sixteen in a black backless dress,
a mistress look,yet a woman to every
men passing on the street corners.
Men with no back bone, i call then spineless.
Those that made her every breath heavy,
when life was at ease.
Breath under nudity the scenary behind her.
Sixteen missing periods and window period.
Cometh was a life of prescribtions and mother hood.
A used up beauty at sixteen, nolonger useful to them.
They saw only a usedfool with beauty nolonger in use.
Beautiful to bloodyfool with a child to call every man on the street corner father.
Sixteen on the street corners
corners of my mind
blending blissfully with life
eager to evolve
this four-cornered cave, i’ve been calling my home
the sun has dried up
and left bleached like a bone
this bone i’ve been living in, like an old woman’s shoe
but i have no children
and i have nothing to do
this deed that i’ve done, it has been done for me
but I was condemned
and condemned to be free
this freedom is nothing, not like freedom at all
i sit staring at shadows
shadows play on the walls
< It hides behind the shadows, around the corner and through the alleyways of our hearts afraid to surface lest it be called upon to show itself and bare its soul.
It lays alone and lonely, well hidden behind its fears. Nonetheless, it desperately attempts to search its way slowly, carefully around the corners, through the alleyways and into the face of possibilities.
Should it chance the daring escapade?
Should it be discovered, will it be laughed at and ridiculed or betrayed and banished back to the empty void where it came from , to weep silently forevermore or will it be cherished and embraced in the protective cocoon if its soul mate.
It need but a trickle of hope to enter our hearts for love to emerge. With each precious drop, it gains strength and courage until it no longer desires to remain in seclusion hiding behind the shadows, around the corner and through the alleyways of our hearts.
His helmet on, she
swings one leg over, and sits-
They explore corners.