Best Covers Poems
Beneath the covers
Softly blanketed
in apricot pudding and
pink orchid splashes
by a blushing sunrise
peeking in as
our morning dreams
come true
beneath the covers
Good morning Soupers
As dusk their line visibly bows
Cropped heads beneath mounds fold
Glum shadows through addle fields row
Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe
Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled
As dusk their line visibly bows
Shocked ears to concussive barrage close
As sighs from clogged lungs are paroled
Raspy shadows through addle fields row
Smoldering smoke in singed heavens glows
Vaporous cloud o'er scout binoculars scrolled
As dusk their line visibly bows
Each rifle into a sterile stack goes
Rumbling caissons to dark corners doled
Steel shadows through addle fields row
The fog of war o'er dazed minds flows
An eerie wind curdles each silent mold
As dusk their line visibly bows
Wispy shadows through addle fields row
new sofa covers
muddy hand prints all over
a brand new design
calm peace covers all
that sameness that stress strives on
in the day to day....
getting under cold covers
I pedal as fast as I can
I thought i was strong but the word "sorry" still brought tears to my eyes
When i thought i finally made it then i would fall and break like never before
Healing was even more painful
Bits and pieces of my heart were sewn together
I trusted that everyone around me understood what i was going through
I trusted that they would keep my secrets and give me a shoulder to lean on
But why was i left more broken than before
I used to think being strong was holding on
But even tough stones break
I thought keeping it to myself was avoiding to break peoples hearts
but instead i broke my own heart trying to prove a point
Why is forgiving so easy while forgetting is so hard
Why do i still dwell in the past as if i would get a price if i changed things then.
Sweet sentiments stir softly between lovers
Whispering winds woo the weeping willow’s limb
Love and warmth linger between the crisp covers
No longer walking along death’s scary rim
Moonlight moments in midnight’s dewy druthers
Silken strands of starlight illuminate him
Sonnet of love in romantic language spun
Tapestry of lovers, two hearts beat as one
Ka Boom, Crash, Crack, Shake
Shhhhhhhh, Wooosh, Howl, Screch, Thump thump
Flash, Rumble.............Rumble
Ink blotting covers looks like souls trying to escape from a cluster
Shanking each other, blood spilling in a gutter
People hating one another, melting butter
The back of a butterfly, a hand partially covering an eye
Cloud in the sky a working mind in thermo radiation
A cooking guy
Pennies in a wishing well
Enemies in a holding cell ,tension in the air
A dog biting a man with a bag full of mail
Love repelled,
A glove inflated than popped ,the release of it’s hot air
Sound of a rip tear
Frequencies in microwave a picture of a solar flare
A working imagination, hallucinogenic animation, a scenic illustration
A sink draining, a monk in deep meditation
Party and celebration, ends meeting
The vibration of vocal chords when your speaking
Pungent odors reeking, a hangover
Pain, a crushed up range rover
A spilled on cup holder a puddle of liquid on a table
Lies made up by fables
A face against a glass, Xerox of a... butt
Thoughts about the past, a bum digging in my stash
Then I had to whoop his... butt like he stole something from me in the past
A well lit flower smiling in the sunshine
Blades of grass whispering in a huddle
From striking beauty a man tongue tied
Water being thrown from a puddle
A brief sensation of pain, the creation of a stain
Steam from a train, the wild that seem tame
Stain glass windows sun beams that protrude tears that trickle
Trees that snicker shadows that gaze
Thoughts that wither, ambition that fades
Having epiphanies feeling reborn
A field of corn full of life ,a cats purr
A cup of ice water stirred
The echo of waves submitting to gravity and current
A melancholy person with a smile that’s reassuring
A yell from triumph, an echo reverbing
A bond forming, a long wait that’s boring
The fear of mind control fear of the unknown
An adrenaline rush from a quick descent from high to low
A sore throat
Water dripping constantly on cement until it corrodes and forms a hole
dust covers his face
tears from the stinging wind
draw lines
Under The Covers
By MEH3
They say put your head under the cover when you’re scared
But that’s only temporarily to block out the fears
We learned at an early age how to hold back our tears
Only if we learnt that it was ok to face our fears
At times we needed to cry but heard
Don’t cry baby, dry your eyes everything will be alright!
Even when it hurt and the pain was deep
We were always told to be tough and get back on our feet
But only if we were taught to stop hiding under the cover
Maybe today we wouldn’t be so quick to get stuck under the sheets
But face those barriers and turn doubt into faith
Ask yourself is that what you do today?
Put your head under the cover and say everything will be ok
But God said “fear no evil, for you are with me
His rod and His staff thy comfort me”
But we were taught to hide from evil and the things that we feared
To hide from the dark
And once the light appeared
Everything will be clear
And the shadows over there will disappear
Instead when we came up we still saw the shadows of fear
What if that was God standing over there?
Did we just hide from a blessing only because it was dark
And we couldn’t see exactly what was there
Because we were too busy putting our heads under the cover
Instead of facing our fears
God could’ve be trying to show you what was near
But we are programmed to hide when we are scared
WOW!
The things that we thought was to protect us
Only put blinders on us
Not allowing us to see our real Protector!
Today, when difficult times are near
We still hide our heads and try not to see what’s there
I challenge you to stop hiding in defeat
Get on your feet and continue this journey
Because the false beliefs
Of hiding under the cover
Will only allow you to see
The darkness under the sheets!
So remember don't hold on to grief
Because of our false beliefs
It's your time to allow yourself to feel
And stop peeking from under the sheets
But Face your fears
And shed a tear
Then you will have new beliefs
To teach
The next generation
To actually fear
Hiding under the sheets
Because it will only lead to more grief
Under The Covers
#ItzMeThePoet
Along the old dusty roads, awaits
a jounery for you and me, it has
no roads, no signs, yet a path...
who has been here before, could
it have been us but not us, for
our love dwells on the destintion
unknown...you with me, or me with you
Am travelling this jounery, don't call me,
a traveller
for it is only because of you, your love
professionally designed, to meet my needs,
pure, it has no future, yet it is unconditional
love keeps me going, it grows as the days go
our love, your love,
the dusty roads covers me,
with your inner love that loves
me
Between your covers
I learn of love
True love
Enduring love
So pure and full
I learn of right and wrong
Of truth and forgiveness
Of death and life
Of old and new
Of past and future
Of beauty and ugliness
Of tears and promises
Of pain and suffering
Of Hope and faith
Of darkness and light
Of angels and demons
Of war and peace
Between Your covers
You reveal all that you are
Now I know assuredly
You will never ever-Leave me or forsake me
That I will always be truly thine
That I will never have to feel ashamed
For You have covered me with Your garments
And Your blood has washed away all my stain
And You now - own me by your name
The Holy Living Word of God- Jesus Christ
I am now Christian- Living IN HIM
Between the covers of His Book
He has revealed all His purposes to me
From The beginning - to the End.
© Brenda V Northeast 3 April 2012
Humour is sometimes used to cover up sadness
To deal with events that interfere with our gladness
Our body's defense
To protect us against
Depression when it bombards us with blackness
I want to spend my life under the covers
They drape over me
And live up to their name
There are monsters out there that are out to get me
As soon as I take these covers off
So I try to bring them with me
With a sweatshirt
Or a blanket
Once I leaned over in a shirt
But it is never the same
Until I excise these demons on my chest
I'm under the covers
I stay
No one will see