Best Distant Poems
Silent, she slips from her stronghold’s security,
safely tucked high on the cliff in her nest.
Cautious, she stays in the shadows afforded her,
sorrowful, hesitant, missing the rest.
Her parents and siblings had sought out the sunshine,
flying the open air, learning their craft.
Soaring and diving, they basked in the currents;
she, feeling poorly, by chance, had stayed back.
Sounds like a cannon had rung out above her;
shrieking and screaming, she watched the first fall.
Caught in the open with no chance for cover,
savagely, swiftly, death came for them all.
Hugging the hillside, she used the thick foliage,
bobbing and weaving, avoiding the limbs,
calling on instincts she knew not inside her,
fine-tuned adjustments through flexes and trims.
Cover was ending; the ocean awaited her.
Her heart was racing, her mind strangely clear.
Mother had taught her to seek out the currents;
a warm water pocket meant updrafts were near.
Tucking, she dove as she flew in the open,
a bullet herself, towards shiny blue glass.
Braking so subtly, just at the last moment,
she shot across wave tops, dizzily fast.
There! A small change in the water beneath her.
Pulling up hard, she flapped skyward and soared.
Where she was headed lay unknown before her,
on past the sunset to some distant shore.
Atlantic storms had taken the main mast
For seven weeks we drifted helplessly
Fresh water and food were running out fast
There was talk below deck of mutiny.
Hunger, boredom and thirst were taking grip
As a boy I saw the dark side of men
To keep order the captain used the whip
I feared we would never see home again.
A sailor on watch shouted "land ahoy"
The wind picked up and drifted us along
Crew were happy and were now full of joy
Some sang the shanty, the wanderer's song.
Captain Smith cried out "it is the Azores"
The beautiful sight of its distant shores.
Written on 19th June 2018
Along the shores of distant dreams
beyond horizon’s stare,
of stardust eyes and ventured seas
in timeless journeys fair
I call out in a desperate tone
afloat this ocean view,
on waves eternal cast alone
in thoughts of only you
For if these waters claim their prize
in white capped angered form,
to fall in fear, dark clouded skies
in passion's mighty storm
And when the deep shall take my breath
below its surfaced chill,
I’ll hold your love with me in death
and I forever will
I meander through verdant valley
where meadows collide in windswept jade,
hillsides bathe in summer sunshine
and oceans of clouds, commit to shade.
Moorland sheep laze in woolly clusters
creating footpaths upon the hill,
busy hedgerow a rural city
scar of an era, is town head mill.
Vibrant coppice alive with creatures
leafy towers caress morning mist,
sunlight shines on distant window
across the valley, a sapphire twist.
Crag and beacon rise majestic
standing stone a monument to thrall,
sculptured by marauding seasons
an ancient culture’s, rocky stall.
Yet to chance upon misty patterns
softly sketched upon the hill,
I will savour these happy moments
awakening to, a distant trill.
Wharfedale, Yorkshire England
© Harry J Horsman 2001
You want to fade away?
Want to be that distant star
That brings about perplexity
It’s not who you are
You were never intended to be
Just a distant star
Your light shines through
Without you knowing
Those around you feel your warmth
Others see it,
Others wonder; in amazement
What creates the radiance?
The vivacity,
Your natural glow
Like a second skin –
You encompass
Without drowning those around you
Adequate provision to make them feel
The wealth of being treasured
Without losing their identity
Fading away is impossible
You shine without being overbearing
Just enough to make everyone feel loved
©161020082013
Oh, love from a distance
Such passion is mine
I never thought possible
An ocean's deep mystery line
Soulmate's hearts beat as one
From only the written word
Openness, honesty, is all it takes
World history, such passion unheard
Her beauty astounding, angel in disguise
Jealous Kings of Europe would have fought war
Her kindness and humor melt coldest hearts
Brilliant and creative too, she makes my heart soar
My distant soulmate, who I may never meet
Shared love from a distance, a powerful, magical feat
The storms were strong with the wind fierce and the waves high
Always trying to stay afloat, to not drown and try to learn to fly
Survival became a way of life, to make it through opposing current
While I spoke the truth, they lashed at me, twisting what I meant
It was cold, so cold, many times in the middle of the dark night
When everything good, seemed to be completely out of sight
Then one day when the sun did rise, he suddenly came along
I could hear the rhythm of a soothing, comforting, distant song
The waters calmed like a mirror of glass, I could see reflections
It had been so long and I didn’t have the usual objections
It was different as the scenery slowly evolved and changed
As I adapted to new things and my thoughts were rearranged
Although without wings, I was flying, but no longer alone
Across the sphere of clear skies, where the wind had blown
Heidi Sands
9/28/17
“Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Bruised in shades lavender and forest green
Each angle decomposing ~ ~ ~ in the rain”
While dreary dawn, dazed, awakens in pain
Trapping blushed morning in languid ravine
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Darkened is design sketched on golden plane
Shadowed is rosy grin of once pristine scene
Each angle decomposing ~ ~ ~ in the rain
While crystal skyline drenches in cloudy reign
Blurring scarlet arc decaying in fading sheen
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Stellar stage is roiled in motifs of graying stain
Splintered are dim-beams upon ashen sateen
Each angle decomposing ~ ~ ~ in the rain
Though hope gleams as winds start to wane
Lifting purpled amethyst zeal, as yet unseen,
Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Each angle decomposing ~ ~ ~ in the rain
May 6, 2021
Placed 1st: Choose your form poetry contest
Stanza chosen : option 1
Sponsor: Joseph May
Look! In the distance, I see them again.
Bright and beautiful red bursts fill my eyes
as blue cascades gently fall toward the earth
and golden sprays twinkle like glitter in the sky.
The colors thrill my skin with shivers and chills,
and each loud burst I hear makes me jump with delight.
Always, in the distance, I can see them.
Her smile bursts forth from her crimson lips
as her glistening tears fall from azure eyes
and her flaxen hair sparkles around him.
I see her quiver as she presses against him,
and through her longing I can hear her deep sighs.
Turning away from this tender moment
my mind starts to wonder what's left of my life.
The sadness that fills me with each passing minute
leaves me aching with sorrow and wondering why
such explosions of beauty I see only at a distance, as time slips by.
06/10/16
The cold is now a distant memory
As snowfall comes the heaviest in years
With drifts now formed of northern wind that blows
For all I see is covered, it appears
Pure white the only color now that shows
The chill inside my body steady grows
I can’t believe this morning that I chose
I shiver as I’m trudging through the gate
My hands and feet are frozen to the core
When will this frigid weather soon abate
Not sure I can withstand this anymore
Have never seen such weather, this before
I wonder what the future has in store
When suddenly such beauty comes my way
Of every dream my mind might hope to see
Her face as if a heavenly display
My eyes, behold, the warmest artistry
True love this day is standing next to me
The cold is now a distant memory
My heart hath found this morning ever grand
An angel born this winter wonderland
11/27/18
Written for: The Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Urban Sonnet
A Poem for My Distant Friend PD
This Poem is dedicated to Poet Destroyer PD
Inspired by Linda-Marie SH of Poetry Soup
A Poem for My Distant Friend PD
What gift, I should send to you?
My distant friend,
Which can fill your heart,
With Joy and Happiness,
Like sweet mid summer Rains,
Which would fill you,
With the fragrance, which comes,
From the first drop of Rains,
When it falls on the heated soil, and
Splashes as
An intoxicating fragrance
To keep you Happy
Without sorrows and pains.
I am trying to give a shape to my gift,
With my words only,
The moment you would read it,
Sound and Music,
Will come to your mind and
Colors too would emerge
As clouds emerges
Every now and then.
The moment you would see,
These words and lines,
Coming from a distant friend and
A place not much known,
A strange happiness,
Would fill your heart
My dear Poet friend.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 3rd Oct. 2012
I think of distant things and start to cry.
Why must my heart be grieved by many miles?
To place where I was born, I will not fly,
for I don't want to lose remembered smiles.
The land which I have loved has changed, and now
it does not bear the mark of honored grace.
I must be covered, and I don't know how
to hold back tears from streaming down my face.
Where is the school? Where is the gentle stream?
With what audacity did they assume
that they could confiscate our land, our dream?
They took and now our sorrow does consume.
Where is the pool? Where are the orchards fine?
Remembered are the times we'd swim and play
We'd feast on all the fruits and feel sublime
No one to harm or take our voice away
My country now is not a place to be
For freedom is no longer part of life
Were I to go, the weight would burden me
And I would weep with thoughts of all the strife
So distant from my heart my land remains
A land that in the sacred Word is praised
My childhood memories, this land contains
It's flag of freedom in my heart is raised
For the Distant Things Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
June 12, 2016
Walking upon the ground singing
frozen solid crisply cracking ice reality
each step inside a crunching golden morning
Alone looking towards the rising sun
cold wind cutting chill to the bone
clouds shade pink to grey
Winds blowing cold breathing whispers
whistling in chilling howls echoes deeply
Staring faraway over snow capped mountains
Distant horizon of dreams
love your the light of hope
drums forever in your grace will beat
A daunting year for to come
tears fall looking at my brother's grave
not knowing what the future holds
Night revolves in stillness,
reaching for the dawn.
Orion, Taurus and the Dogs,
yield to Deneb and the Swan.
And there in deep south rising,
a blood-tinged, pulsing heart,
Antares, stinger and the claws:
celestial works of art.
But now comes an intruder
amid Scorpius’ vivid stars,
for Antares is but mere rival
to the dazzling orb of Mars.
In dreams I've often wandered
and traversed empty space—
through darkest matter I have roamed,
yet yearned for just one place.
Its icy poles I’ve glimpsed from earth—
winds and saffron dust—
iron from exploded suns
gathered there as rust.
I’m sure I’d miss the color green—
long for skies of blue.
But brand new memories I’d espouse
forgetting hues I knew.
Alas, I'm tethered to the earth—
can’t travel into space.
So in twenty, maybe thirty years,
won’t you please go in my place?
1st Place, Mars Contest
I knew you from a distant dream
The sweet streams cry out
The dumb rocks perspire with dew
My heart flutters in your comely grace
You're more beautiful than the flower
And more sweeter than the nectar's burst
Your scent lingers like the wild breeze
Your hair escapes thro' the sad light
The blue moon dies on your lips.
Petal threads blew unannounced
It seems like a kiss has touched you
It seems like the fading light
And those wide brown lips trembles
Thro' the twilight songs of sweet lyres
Your words hold a certain sweetness
But my tongue is dumb as the rocks
Dumb to the long drawn kiss of your eyes
To but whisper a simple word
A swooning word of love
Before the morning light may spring
Before your hastening feet retreats
Down the dusty street
Where the fragrance shoots.
I knew you from a distant dream
The strangled notes of the sea
It died, then gave whisper to your name
The stars a laurel to your head
Your scarf on the lantern seas
My heart is clasped against yours
And then it beats soberingly fast
And then it breathes.... slowly
With love's tenderness.
I knew you from a distant dream
The night bled its frost that day
The popular shops shut their eyes
And the busy streets went to sleep
I've sank my eyes upon you
As a roving light humanly divine
Sank upon the half black earth.
I want you like the round plump grapes
That wavers in winters seasonal bloom
When the stars would rise and fall
On the quivered slender hues
Parked lightly on the bench.
There's a flame that does exist
It burns sweetly upon my dreams
There's a pulsating joy you draw
From the roots of my sorrowing heart
But I in this cold wide earth clung
To your cinnamon lips
And in your pleasant arms
Wide awake
Only to die again.