Best Delves Poems
Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers
Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers
At dawn's first blush,
milkweed pods,
burst with a sigh,
A feathery shower of,
silk sending secrets...
on the wind's soft cry.
Yesterday they wore a crown of pink
Today they are set free;
like dandelion dreams floating on the vast sea
a thousand wishes taking flight.
I see you spinning gracefully
on dandelion fluff.
each strand like a
glowing thread
forming a halo.
Your laughter flows like
a babbling
brook over stones.
while your tears resemble mist
clinging to ferns in
the whisping breeze.
As twilight falls and fireflies twinkle
like scattered stars,
a new constellation is born.—
a flickering dance in the dimming light
as transient, as a summer evening.
In your eyes wild irises bloom
reflecting the evening sky as
they search for their fragrance.
Amidst meadowlarks songs
welcoming the dawn in morn.
my heart remains intertwined
with yours like a nurturing vine
that delves into the soil
forever connected to you.
You write the poetry of life
moments full of freedom.
Like a ballet of butterflies
a child experiencing wonder,
both wild and free.
No need,
for preaching!
just the melody of the wind
whispering through
the pine trees.
A communication,
a connection that binds eternally.
With patience engraved
in the face of mountains
I stand as a protector.
a sanctuary in this forests
intricate beauty.
While shadows dance in a transient
vanishing performance
My love stands firm like
a redwood sentinel enduring
all challenges.
In the settling of dusk,
where fireflies sparkle,
My presence is like a meadow
where bluebirds dream.
For you,
my child,
are a hawk,
on the wind's caress.
Soaring on thermals,
a spirit,
etched upon your face.
My heart,
a beacon's steady fire,
guiding,
through the unknown,
In this life's,
choreography,
bathed in your,
boundless exploration.
Mother
Sheltering, strong
Branches rustle tales
Roots grip the earth deep
Child
Of all old friends, those we have of old are best;
These the souls we travel with by preference,
Theirs the spirits to whom we grant all deference.
Their hopes are ours, ours their own;
All victories shared, from like ambitions grown.
Their years match step with ours,
Show like passage of the hours,
Silent steps of Time with which our lives are sown.
They are moved as we are moved;
Troubled and pleased by like turns of Fate,
We pass through one another's gates
Into rooms where loyalty is proved
By ties of woven sympathies,
By bonds no outsider sees.
By bonds no outsider sees
We tie ourselves to those who share
The pithy heart of all unspoken cares,
The shadows that would dim our days
If no one shared our private ways,
If none there were to let us know
The fitness of the face we dare not show;
The old friend nods and quietly stays
Close by our side when mere acquaintance leaves,
Unashamed to share our darkest inner night;
Awaits with us the slow return of light.
The old friend trusts and faithfully believes
The tales we tell ourselves of joy or sorrow,
Looks to yesterday and forward to tomorrow.
Looking back to yesterday. forward to tomorrow,
We walk with them through the wilderness of living
Thankful for their presence and forgiving,
As do we, the flaws that mark our human bounds
Ignoring discordant notes that sound
From time to time in all the narrative
We build to define our days and give
Form and substance to the constant rounds
Of night to day and day to night,
Our mutual progress towards Eternity,
The approaching dark we do not wish to see
Unless in company with the comforting light
Of well-earned close companionship,
Of sympathetic souls who join us on the trip.
Seeking truths wherein the brave heart delves,
We guide each other through dwindling days
To face the world, to learn its ways,
Its cruelties and its beauties shared
Both the better for each time we dared
To question this, our common Lot:
To Be, awhile, and then to Not.
So we share all we have got
To fill our time, to weave our lives.
Without old friends, the path is drear and long,
Where goes but one to compose the song
To tell of what we were, and how we strived
To rescue Sense from Folly, all the rest;
Of all friends, those we have of old are best.
Darkness lies behind the locked gate
Vastness is what’s beyond the wall
Crassness delves into my longed soul
Fondness it makes a great heart call
Key to the gate I have in hand
Magically I’ll enter heaven
Hopefully I’ll hold the threshold
Tenderly I see what’s given
To the center, here’s the fountain
Blue is the water now inside
New are the coins in the fountain
True I hold this place by my side
I dig in my pants for a coin
Sigh, I make a wish beyond grave
Tie my dreams to the coin, heartache
By this wish her dreams will I save
Russell Sivey
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Contest: MY SECRET GARDEN
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
2/13/2014
She fell from the light, into a world shadowed in gray.
~ by poet
An angel pouted to protest her punitive plight
No repentant redemption for her serious sins
Wings waylaid, the fatuous one was felled in flight
And from Heaven hurled; now banishment begins
Resentfully she roams in shadows of somber skies
An enraged expression marring her fractious face
A ranting rebel like the dastardly devil, father of lies
Dwelling in darkness due to her decadent disgrace
No earthly escape will she discover through death
Crows circle and caw, crying out in a clamoring voice
With crass words she crudely curses in banal breath
Wicked wrongdoer, condemned for her corrupt choice
With foolish folly she sorrowfully surrendered her soul
and delves within deep darkened depths for eternity
All alone, there will be no one to comfort and console
From shadows and suffering, she will never break free
She sulks upon sullen stygian shores of the river Styx
without a reprieve or relief from tormenting terror
There's no exit from her eternal eviction as time ticks
for Satan's spawn, shrouded in shame for her error
August 30, 2022
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Animals saving animals from death
As they step in to lend a helping "hand"
For creatures on the brink of their last breath
These acts of kindness are surely quite grand
A brown bear steps in, saves a drowning crow
Plucking it out the water with its paws
A deer is saved by a kindly hippo
Keeping it out of a crocodile's jaws
A gorilla's quick actions saves a boy
Who, into its enclosure he had fell
Without the quick actions he did employ
The lad may not be here, the tale to tell
Into these acts of kindness our mind delves
But who saves humanity from themselves?
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11-13-17
In the serene nights with starry skies,
With you on my mind, I realize.
Beautiful soul, you're so pristine.
Perfect are you, your love divine.
Oh my dear, you're so adorable.
Each moment with you, unforgettable.
In all our minds, some flaws there are.
Undeniable expectations, all wide and far.
Not even on the west risen day,
Your expectations could I meet someway.
I grieve, I cry, in my heart's uprisings.
Dejection takes control virtue my shortcomings.
My subconsciousness though, in tranquility remains.
Privileged I am, feeling of calmness pertains.
For I've known you, I've loved you, so warm
and deep.
And gratitude for your reciprocation, I do keep.
Name it not, what we have for ourselves.
Why make a bond? When it's us, together it delves.
Let there be spaces yet propinquity.
But I'll be loving you, infinity till eternity.
Sitting by the window of a moving train..
Feeling alone
She ponders..
As to why it must be..
Pointing fingers..
How can one know another..
He explodes in a massive fury..
Insinuating negativity..
Demands..
Insults..
Behaving as the judge and jury..
Judgmental accusations..
Harsh poisonous words..
Pointing fingers..
She had become an open wound..
Hurting immensely..
She had become a target..
A bullseye caused by his delusions of her character..
She stares deeply out the window..
Train moving rapidly..
Beautiful scenic views of landscapes..
On a warm spring day..
took her breath away..
Splendid visions..
Pointing fingers..
She feels alone
Pain..
Misjudged by another..
A victim of his delusions..
All..
While embracing magnificent scenic views ..
A stunning picture perfect scenery..
She melts into the moment..
She delves into the magnificence..
Captivated..
Becoming..
Being..
Suddenly ..
Only that moment in time existed..
There was nothing else..
Pointing fingers had vanished..
Melted away..
No longer existed..
Now she sits by the window of a moving train..
A warm lovely smile..
Glowing beautifully..
Natural beauty does indeed dominate..
The Echo Of Stars
Galaxies away the echo of stars make her bloom
this rose made of warm inside a heated hand *
Fine tuning her soul to the chime of a thousand crystal pieces
she blasts out and planets resound within her Chalice heart;
Resonating inside her, the peeling bells of Notre- Dame
contain her whole Universe...
Tucked safely inside an IVEAN cloak she lives free
no longer part of this global world.
A star of multiple constellations, she belongs only
to One identifiable light, HIS own.
Evolving endlessly in time she reverberates and rings
entering God's vestibule of heaven without a single sound
Wearing the immortal crown of existence she delves
in, a crowning moment of glory
The mirror shatters in a million tiny pieces and all of truth
arrives, making her whole once again.
“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
Quote: Both the enchantress and the siren charmer
are part of the same one.
Fired red wings on the breath of a dawning
he lifts and soars towards life, a breath away
from sunrise, chittering before he takes swing
this cardinal of beauty knows how to sing
she a rose in a luscious garden of pure love
a blush of pink dotted with pistil and grace
a daylight sea of beauty sent from above
daybreak breaks and a flower opens her face
both the cardinal and the rose are essential
to our well being we need their reverence.
He a sign of longevity so reverential,
she a sign of love and courage in her essence
we find the echantress in all of our selves
in his, we find a siren charmer who delves.
Seeing aisles of messy shelves
Before a shopper even delves
Is a horrible curse
Which Whole Foods can reverse
With stockers who were Santa's elves
In the webbed corners of my brain
There blooms a sinister flower
Its petals dripping with venom
And thick roots entwined with despair
Begins with a taste, a mere sip
The madness will soon take control
Shades mix into a motley form
Trapping me in its tapestry
This poison, deceptive and cruel
Cautiously seeps through fragile veins
The vicious hiss in the bloodstream
A symphony of masked decay
My heart, once steadily beating
Now flutters erratically
The rhythm, a jarring alarm
Of an anguished plea for release
Grim thoughts flip and pull and coil
Like serpents locked in fierce battle
Slick fangs sinking deep into flesh
feeding on doubt and self-loathing
My mind becomes a labyrinth
With narrow walls closing in tight
Echoing with hollow laughter
As reasoning stumbles and falls
The toxins muddle my vision
Showing phantoms that can’t be real
Bleak faces contorted in sin
My eyes can still see in the night
In this twisted waltz of fester
Afflicted, I writhe and convulse
muted screams swallowed by the void
All essence fading from within
As I’m left consumed just beyond
A fractured wit seeks to find peace
Until my soul is laid to rest
In bare sighs of forgotten dirt
*I wrote this poem on January 31, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 31 and the prompt was: Describe something toxic and its effects on a person. This poem delves into the darkness of mental illness, portraying the effects of toxic thoughts and inner turmoil. It is a reflection of the pain and disintegration that can occur within my mind.
The purple heart, that which beats with pure power
Covers the blood flowing throughout the inside
This heart will crystallize making me cower
Painful transition from flesh to what abides
An incredible view these crystals become
A purple sparkle, looking though it’s lonesome
The glass like object somehow pumps blood along
And sings in rhythm with the beat of its song
Crystal delves into chamber of the unknown
Skimming the blush faced object, warm to the touch
Over the cliff of white it falls in what’s blown
Exploding in consistent breaths, time as such
Record the faith, or love, which reeks of past pains
Oh majestic healing forms through lifelong gains
Inscribed in mathematical formations are
Juxtapositions leaning towards the stars
Russell Sivey
Contest: METAPHOR: CRYSTAL
Sponsor: nette onclaud
3/17/2014
Rispetto 1 is one style, Rispetto 2 is another style
Sleep's the Great Healer—
Sleep's the Revealer
Of hidden meanings,
Unbidden gleanings.
When sorrow aches us,
Sleep overtakes us—
Stealing away grief,
Like a welcome thief.
Night is the coverlet
For a longing lover— yet
It's Sleep who delves
Deep into our selves,
Finding dusty dreams... on shadowy shelves.
When life's a jailor,
Sleep's the unveiler
Of an inner key...
To set us free.
Sleep's our best friend
At a hard day's end—
Weaver of fantasy... with reality,
Make-believer of what could be...
Sleep's the Great Healer... of you and me.
– Harley White
My heart craves for moments
To indulge my soul in bliss
Away from toils and cares of this world
To eternity and immeasurable peace.
My mind delves into depths of time
Seeking treasures sublime
Hold moments captive in memory's realms
Recollections like fragments of shattered dreams.
My soul weary sailing turbulent streams of life
Swirling in life's discord and strife
Longing for that bright day dawning
To merge with infinity yearning.
This little tiny Nation standing upon all that they have faced
Nearing their last station for which they have always braced
Continually under attack intensifying from nearly every side
If you're keeping track already convicted before being tried
And there sits the Valley which was so appropriately named
Just between you and me the Lord God will not be shamed
And as such tensions rise and new relationships are sealed
No one should be surprised when the whole thing is revealed
There they sit among themselves waiting for the next attack
The whole entire world delves but the knowledge they lack
So lacking in the Word of God their minds now so twisted
So it's, Israel they prod and their Army God has enlisted
Look out enemies of Israel too wicked to see it coming
Oh for sure you will feel a defeat that is mind-numbing
Megiddo being the place where a river of blood will run
In now not taking His Grace you'll be judged by His Son
Zechariah 12:3 and 9
And in that day will I make Jerusalem a burdensome stone for all people:
all that burden themselves with it shall be cut in pieces,
though all the people of the earth be gathered together against it.
9) And it shall come to pass in that day,
that I will seek to destroy all the nations that come against Jerusalem.
If God seeks to destroy you, goodbye!