Best Depth Poems
Many ingredients bake writing inspiration.
This recipe combines a stirring sensation:
Heaps of desires never realized
as marinated in teary sore eyes;
Quantities of wide open spaces
caramelized by nature’s appeal;
Ageless genuine emotional traces
sifted thru heart rendered graces;
Equal parts family and romantic love
as roasted within, without and above;
Measured creamed ideals of peace
with blanched pain and battle grease;
Diced wishes braised with thrill
bearing aromas of tangy heat or chill;
Slices of awe from a glorious tree
breaded with traits strong and free;
I do not forget sour spices of greed
dusted with mankind’s violent seed;
A mix of fears dredged in anxiety
with stress jelled in complexity;
and, lastly, faith garnished spirit
grown in a soul conscious thicket.
If able, I mix love with ingredients above
before sampling my recipe once warmed up.
I enjoy serving it in a poetry cup.
I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn
as dappled sunlight through my window shone
Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn
a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones
What virile fantasy had I born while in flight
for my hand to have created such a dashing face
In stippled darkness of my dream-filled night,
a handsome fantasy did I dare fondly embrace
His eyes stared in wonder; tantamount to my own
No angle shielded me from their deep penetration
I held my breath, then released a soft guttural moan
as his strong hand guided mine without hesitation
Warm colors defined muscular features I painted
His dark eyes were flecked with dustings of gold
Flushed with desire, in a warm blush I was tainted
when he faintly whispered, "To have and to hold"
My palette was awash in shades of crimson. Soiled
with streaks of scarlet were my hands and gown
My brush strokes lingered on his full lips as I toiled
imagining passion's kiss, in whose depth I would drown
I could not bear the thought of tearing myself away
On and on I painted where his gentle hands led
until finally wearied from hunger, upon my bed I lay
Unsated was a craving within me, a desire to be fed
With eyes closed, I hoped to dream of him once more,
of this man who had completely captivated my heart
Come, handsome stranger. Find me as you did before
I cannot endure life if we must live it in dreams apart
From corners of silver lakes, you shimmer
In glancing ripples, fluid treasure awaits
And I, diving for pearls, a swimmer
Tangled within your illusion of depth
Until the fragile surface separates
Ghosts of tarnished gold grows dimmer
As mirages of you fall to shallow fates.
8/14/21
First Place
Julyme contest
Poem of the Day
8/16/21
(During contemplation)
What are we? Thought the flea,
there must be more than what we see.
(With careful consideration)
Am I free? Thought the bee,
and is there much aside from thee.
(Before deep meditation)
Who holds the key? Thought the manatee,
pondering while in the sea.
(With loving admiration)
How can this be? Thought the tree,
that so much life depends on me.
(With limited cognition)
What’s on T.V.? Asked he to she,
then walked off to take a pee.
I told no one I'd seen the night—
how tension breached a sunset start,
how sea had swallowed all the light.
I told no one
the world is glass—a whale is art,
this frame of sky its ancient right,
it plays each game the same—by heart.
Still moment's pulse too wide to try
resuscitation, CPR—
now all that's left to gain, insight
I told no one.
(5)
I have always had a vivid imagination,
as a child, I could make up stories in my head;
then, I began to write them down on paper,
but a story was too long, so poetry was the answer.
Now, even at night watching the moon,
I am taken away on a fantasy journey beyond;
especially, a full moon, so mysterious and soothing,
I let it take me until the birds are calling.
Sometimes, I stand on top of a mountain,
with a view of valleys and streams flowing below;
it is like I can touch the clouds, fly with the birds,
and in my trance, I let myself fall, fall, falling.
A river is roaring past me as I stand still,
among the towering trees, and I hear him coming;
a beautiful velvet brown horse running towards me,
he stops and I get on and away we gallop.
But, there are also things in the shadows,
things that frighten me and things lurking;
I must be careful in this dreamy infinite world,
for there are evil spirits waiting for my soul.
The darkest hour is just before dawn,
when I must fight my way back into reality;
I have a dreadful fear that one day, I will be lost,
in the depth of my imagination.
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September 27, 2017
Verse/The Depth of my Imagination
Copyright Protected, ID 945166
Written for the contest, Image Me A Poem
sponsor, Mystic Rose
First Place
For Timothy Lee
My fried anxieties and crisped lonely would unite
in my sleep's repeat nightmares where a roster of
random monsters pursued their viewed vile end of
me. My pulsing terrors urged I run fast but my feet
always turned to absurd concrete, freezing me caught
by monsters queued for fleshy chews.
Then came you with blue eyes sparkling love shades
and a grin that could persuade. In time, you subdued
my frantic bits and wooed me spooned in shared sleep.
In your arms my nightmares soon altered, changing to
tame, chiffon waters where I sat, posed, upon a beautiful
swan who gracefully glided me to happiness beside
wondrous, sister swans.
You, yes - your love, turned my monsters to swans who
fulfill me in dreamy captures as we sleep clasped in love's
depth cast. Nightly, swans sail me thru morns detailed
in dawn’s hue by love’s truth.
Regal swans grace my dream phased sleep because you
love chased me.
In the depths of existence, where truths reside,
I seek the meaning that life cannot hide.
Through whispered echoes and moments sublime,
I unravel the secret, the essence of time.
It's not in the grandeur, the fortunes amassed,
Nor fleeting pleasures, they fade away fast.
The truest meaning lies in connections we weave,
In hearts that touch, in the love we receive.
For life's profound purpose is found in the soul,
In acts of kindness that make others whole.
It's in a smile shared with a stranger in need,
Or a gentle word that plants a hopeful seed.
The truest meaning lies in moments of grace,
In compassion that's shown, no matter the race.
It's the bond of family, the embrace of a friend,
The support that uplifts, a helping hand to lend.
It's in chasing dreams with relentless pursuit,
And finding purpose in passions that root.
To leave a mark, however small it may be,
In making a difference, setting spirits free.
The truest meaning lies in the lessons we learn,
In growth that follows each twist and each turn.
It's in overcoming obstacles that arise,
And finding strength within, where resilience lies.
It's in embracing both joy and despair,
Knowing that life is a tapestry, rare and fair.
For in the contrast, the highs and the lows,
We find the depth that true meaning bestows.
So let us cherish the moments we're given,
Live with intention, a life truly driven.
In love and connection, our purpose is clear,
To make a difference, to hold what's most dear.
For the truest, most profound meaning of life,
Is found in the love that erases all strife.
To touch a heart, to leave a lasting trace,
And fill each day with compassion and grace.
Swaddled in frozen silence
In a weather so dolorous and damp
The pores of her mind sweat painful memories
Which take a headlong flight
Faster than the beams of light
At times shaking their fearful manes
As unbridled steeds, they come
Raising dust behind
Making all sanity blurred.
Often, they rise from their indulgent stupor
And spill over, submerging all extant thoughts
They never care to stand in queue
Jostling each other with no manners
They bump on one another, breaking all decorum
Like an unruly mob on impatient wait
Caught in the vortex of a whirling current
Her poor body begins to lose its equilibrium
And she plunges into the bottomless depth
To be choked there in whirling gloom!
Pain’s shaped effects pass thru joy’s sieved prep
to map my spirits journey of primary urge to me.
With confidence of honest feel comes the promise
that I am a spiritual being having a human life.
Individuality and authenticity themes, I long sensed,
as two needs to pursue for my eternal accord.
My emotions in every scenario are where I go
to willingly absorb all feel to best aid my soul.
Down, up and sideways my fragile has laid
until the granting of a new emotional day.
Should I ignore challenges and pain,
I would deny my spirit its depth to claim.
With gratitude I roll in blessings and joy,
give thanks for every uplifting mood.
At the start of my memories as feel-kept
is my Father, God, love-strengthening my steps.
God is my cause, regard and my meaning,
but not so religion with its pointed shards.
My faith is one on one in its honed stays
and nature the church I deeply savor.
Living true to the uniqueness of my layers
is reason my Maker gave me distinct flavors.
To witness truth principles in now moments
is my greatest sweetness in earth business.
I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.”
~ Pablo Neruda
He quoted an intimate line from a Pablo Neruda poem,
in a voice that put a deep pink blush on my cheeks
and as my bud opened into a flower, fully bloomed,
he nearly drowned me in passion I'd never known.
One of such depth that it left me desiring another regnant
wave of his love to be savored as it billowed over me.
To be loved with anything less than the madness of the sea
is not complete adoration; merely a limerence of infatuation.
Quote from Neruda's 'Every Day You Play.'
Be especially careful, you who would teach
Observe well the depth of your reach
A moment's slip, imperceptible, on your part
Rends the fabric of a pupil's heart
Through the depth of your despair, let me be the one who heals your wounded heart.
To prove that I mean you no harm, I place my heart beneath your feet but tread softly,
for mine is just as fragile.
In depth of circumstance, the heart shall write,
For senses, save one, deceive me tonight-
Pensive contemplation gives in to you,
While words, as they always are yours, flow through-
What she cannot fathom the heart consumes,
Tracing line after line, the passion blooms-
Oh, has this dream come to open my eyes,
To embellish your infinite surprise?
Life as we know it has changed—I feel it!
The heart loves all—she cannot conceal it!
Listen to her sing with the pulse of love,
To the rhythmic peace of the fervent dove-
She reaches for the heavy soul she finds,
Squeezing its worries, its heartaches, and binds-
It is you, oh soul, with your thirst for more,
That opens a world we can both explore.
Bottomless ocean speak your rhythmical path.
Beautiful world if only a glimpse embedded in my mind.
I shall capture the essence of unknown in detail.
I sigh a slow breath.
Yet danger may soon approach.
For I will not stay but in this moment short lived.
In the depths free from sound.
Vivid sight of fish that stir larger than man could imagine.
Strengthen me,devour me not.
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