Best Dies Poems
I tried to create a poetic dream,
to fulfill our promise,
but we became a victim
to fate's wounding ways.
My flower garden lies in ruins,
suffering in silence -
my lips unable to kiss her back to life.
In the demise of our destiny,
there is no reincarnation.
Hope fades with each withering petal,
perishing to our unfulfilled vow.
Stench of regret pollutes dark, damp air.
Winds wander, weeping woefully,
whispering condolences for our tragedy.
Delicately, as if it was your soul,
I place the last blooming rose,
close to my heart -
hoping, one day,
to reunite it with you.
I can see butterflies,
drowning in puddles of lament -
helpless in this unforeseen storm.
I sense the angst of disorientated bees.
Their queen deprived of nectar,
they pine in distress -
yearning to be close to her.
Sun rises, veiled in a black blanket.
Birds sing songs of sorrow,
soaking in sombre sadness.
A mournful chorus,
which only increases the pain.
Her image reflects through my eyes.
Her voice echoes in my mind.
I crave for darkness, tired of shadows,
look to the heavens....
Wondering why?
In this dead end of dreams,
soul bangs against my chest,
crying like stinging winter rain.
I collect each sacred tear,
to keep our last rose hydrated -
to lay it upon your resting place.
A promise has no guarantee.
A poet's pen cannot create forever...
Third and final part to my 'Promise' trilogy
Simple Musing
Silent One
6 June 2020
As time flows gently by and we grow old in each other's arms
Sailing away on our memories each rising sun seems brighter
I love the way you look at me forever young like in our teenager years
Holding the limelight of an adoring beauty captivates the soul supreme
Your eyes still shine with the sparkle of diamond blue skies
Each passing new moon our destiny beyond the milky way beckons
I love you most of all, it's no lie
Faraway in a universal dream fulfilled
Not only my lover, you were my best friend too
United under one flag upon the fig tree a dove sings
Every minute I think about what we have done together
Such blessings embrace even the smallest dewdrop kisses
Our love for each other has always been true touched by your divine presence
An offerings laid before your temple kneels adoringly
Can you remember the song that was our ballad royal
When we danced cheek to cheek breathing within your air
Only then in a silent warm closeness breathless whispers
Did I believe in you who skipped inside each heartbeat
Realizing in the second beat how much I care glowing with desire
You are my oxygen as I breathe as one song singing warmly in your air
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
01.06.2016
(unrhymed Quatrain)
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Once we sang
songs of summer,
now melodies freeze
in winter winds.
If only tears could
strum guitar strings.
Revealing the truth,
as your voice just lies.
Why whisper words,
fingertips refuse to play.
Sad songs,
hide behind metaphors.
The audience begs for one more,
but the tongue yearns for
a silent serenade.
In the ballad of yesterday,
there were smiles,
affectionate attention and
enchanting embraces.
Today
each song has no soul,
rhythm has lost its spirit.
Wounded lyrics,
dehydrating in empty
chambers of my heart.
Just because you sing it,
does not mean it is true.
Simple Musing
Written 5 March 2019
Posted 27 November 2020
Found this old poem, so thought I would post it.
Have no idea why I wrote it, nor if I ever felt like that.
With my last rays
s m e a r i n g the sky
like apricot jelly,
I shine bitter-sweetly
on the horizon.
Transforming into
a blazing blood-red
before I vanish completely,
I let myself
slide into the sea,
yielding to
the coming darkness.
When a friendship dies
no mourners come
with last respects to pay
There’s nothing
but the silence
where there once was much to say
Old comforts
feeling awkward
if in happenstance we meet
We are strangers
once again
in chance encounters on the street
The laughter
and camaraderie
of former times are through
You’ve found a better
crowd to join
and I shall find one too
No, there will be
no fanfare
no memorial for the dead
No tributes
in the papers
no obituaries read
For it will simply
fade away
right there before your eyes
Leaving you
to write a poem
when a friendship dies
I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.
With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep in the window,
Enjoying the zestful song of red robin, while night and day were in limbo.
I would take walks at the golden hour, flooded in light, just after a sunrise,
In the serenity of wanton, floral summer, slowly unveiling a destiny prized.
Visits of friends were features of morning, for sunup fondness is infective,
As flowers soak up colors of white sunlight, telling of the new perspective.
Family and I fascinated flaming sunsets, fancy dancing like we had forever,
At evening fetes, long fated; like feathery, dark green ferns-wind treasure.
I lived in the house of taupe sunrise, always trending towards golden noon,
As fitful stars, flickering like fireflies, stay on course, in presence of moon.
Sunhats, sandals and pretty sunflowers, were summer sights on my street,
In tranquil days of wild seas, giving the selfsame roar, as it cooled hot feet.
Nearby stars gleamed like natural pearls, on nebulous nights of neighbors;
And the natural conversation flowed nonstop, like the whistling wind labors.
Bat orchids awaited watchful moon, yearning for caves among field flowers;
When ballerina orchids danced, entranced, by plum shadows' magic powers!
Crimson corpse flower was blooming, in a torrid wake, held in lazy summer,
And snapdragon seed pods imitated skulls, where future flowers slumbered.
One day dawned exceptionally beautiful, a sight bringing rapture to my eyes;
As plum and orange, merged with pink, gold and red-fleeing night disguised!
I went about my productive work, but I noticed the day did not seem to age,
Like a glorious history book caught open, when distraction didn't turn a page.
Although I was very puzzled, I relished a pause for precious, pretty mystery;
Like the lovely, floral pause of gemmed hummingbirds, in times of blissfully.
After several long and rapturous hours, testy time gradually began to move,
For a beginning ever looks towards the end, as if it had everything to prove!
The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams
Cries of pain that are locked into their souls
Evil twistfate deals aches and screams
Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe
In the trap, feels like stuck in of eternity madness
Hands are not chained but mind is unclear
Hidden away from the world today within darkness crying
Nightmares of life's perils strike deep irons hotly burns
Blowing with the wind, flying a hurricane
Shamelessly all trying to live from day to day
Frozen ice frosting bites cold deeds creeps inside scars
Slowly from the scrapyard of life's twisted metal crushed
They cried many tear, tears of hope - wanted life to last
But life was not fair enough as the remains lay deeply covered
Unraveling out savagery of an animal cold cutting steel beast cursed
Piercing howls forgiving the past in order to be redeemed blessed
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 20.01.2015 -
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“The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost - They caught the last train for the coast
the day the music died, and they were singing Bye Bye Miss American Pie. . .”
From Don McLean’s “American Pie"
When Music Dies
How short was rock and roll’s time on this earth
as baby boomers’ kids grew up with mirth.
Three legends in a plane crash met their demise
at that era’s end . . . but new stars would arise.
Diverse was their music in those changing times.
Social themes resonated in their lyrics’ rhymes.
Yet through it all, the beat kept going on and on.
Even from abroad it came in this brand new dawn.
The 60’s generation also came and went,
but music only really dies when passion’s spent.
Written Aug. 27, 2017 for Silent One's 'Iconic songs' Poetry Contest
I need you not
No longer in my thoughts
Wrecking havoc
On who I thought you were…
Whom you masked yourself to be.
I love you once…
In the past
No more
No more heartless days
No more heartless thoughts!
I don’t need the memories
You bestowed upon me
Nor the memories
That you once said you’d treasure…
I loved you once
In the past…
I no longer see
Nor need you
Lingering in my memories.
What is life without love?
And love without loss
For what is lost is loved
And what is loved is alive in our hearts!
Sometimes with look at things so carelessly
Like the end is so near
Like all else doesn’t matter
And we’re left in despair
Like love is nothing but an action
Not really felt nor found,
But made and used…
For just fooling around
Like if I died today
And no one cried
Would that mean that no one loved me?
Because all eyes were dry
No! It means they still think of you
As if you were still alive
They will keep loving you!
Because in there hearts you survived!
Don’t take love so lightly
Care for those in need
Look at what’s around you
Give way for a good deed!
Make life worth living
Make way for happy thoughts
Set goals and ambitions
Die proudly knowing you fought….
Fought for what’s good
And worth living for
Because when the time comes
Those closest to you will walk out that door!
Just keep walking with heads held high
For in your hearts they’ll stay
Knowing that they inspired you
They made you into who you are today!
Eliel202
With a squint of an eye my heart skips its beat
Beneath roots leaves and trees
Hides what Mother reclaimed
Slack sails await winds.
At first nothing...stillness, then a wisp.
Awakening becomes triumphant,
And he dares to have hope.
Sails hoisted high, hands shield the sun,
Squinting as the rays are interrupted by
Swollen clouds, yet puffs of nothing.
Waiting for snow in the summer,
A blossom in the winter.
Yet nothing exists but hope- dared hope.
Hope left to Sea Gods, hammering thunder into bolts.
It arises. Dragon's head drawn to earth.
But Elpis is silent, no sign of mirth on her face.
Then a trace of smile...Mona's smile.
A quickening of pulse. A slight glance.
A sense of thrill. Wet hands. Dry mouth.
Awaiting with bowed head and clenched fists,
But still no answer. Last chance. Dies Irae...it has to be.
Desperation and despair. He hears nothing.
A feeble dance with destiny, a waltz with faith.
Yet there is that. There is always that...Hope.
Upon the desk the Great Poet’s pen ; covered in dust, lays unused
The discolored , unfinished POEM speaking, a LOVE never defused
The Great POET’S Soul leaves this earth to live with the Great Divine
Memories of a Great POET’S words , FOREVER embedded in Your mind
To die and be remembered for the eons of ALWAYS
Inspired by Light and LOVE : Deborah Guzzi’s Contest : “ My Inspiration “
Dedicated To Carol Brown
My Inspiration : “ Upon a Great Poet’s Death “ by “”Carol Brown””
You lash out, speaking ill of love,
reeling from wounded feelings.
And your pain fuels the anger
that battles forgiveness for control.
Someone has hurt you:
and you want to send that hurt back.
A rebuke of love lost to time;
and yet, kept alive in memory, nonetheless.
Betrayal shook your foundations,
as an implosion of trust
broke your heart into a thousand pieces.
And using anger to shield yourself
from the jagged edges of reality,
you refuse to acknowledge your part.
Your cry is added to the countless others
whose tears morphed into anger.
We are all subject to our baser needs,
whereas desires, hopes, and failures
form the clay from which anger takes its shape.
Anger allows you
to evade sharing any of the blame,
and yet, you can't see that;
blinded by your pain.
And corrosive feelings consume you;
spitting up the vile contempt
that self-pity wallows in when love dies.
When a poet dies, there is a silent night
One where the only light is moon and stars
Glistening through the hearts who are reminded
There is a peace that comes to life…………
As tears fall like liquid smiles, breathing grief
Into the night where the heavens seem to sigh
Breathing in rhymes who quiet the qualms,
Reassuring hearts that even though this soul has
Moved on, into the heavenly realm, where faith
Shows the spirit the reason for existing,…
There is, still, feeling that is so very real
When a poet dies, there is a word to be heard…
Feelings come to life, dancing despite the strife
Reminding that when he was alive, there was a joy
Inside those who knew his light – those who felt
His smile coloring their thoughts, their lives….
With the spirit that he gave to each heart, the spirit
So kind, so wise, so bright – the spirit of appreciation
And charm, perception and promise, the spirit…
Caught up with the One who brings every life its hope,
Every doubt its faith, every tear its comforting embrace.
When a poet dies, there is darkness that falls on the skies
Yet, on the inside, when a poet dies… there is a reminder
That this life gave each night – each dark – a light so alive
That only the wonder of his life could have inspired such
Amazing vibrancy – this poet, his life – shined a light…
So bright that not even the stars in the sky could contend
For the spot in the heavens where his light glows without end!
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
January 29, 2023