Best Down(A) Poems
"We are on a journey and all the answers we seek,
are whispered without words."
Quote by- Constance
have your feet ever taken you
down a forest path
a place of quietness where a thousands birds sing
like a symphony meant just for you ...
the foliage lush green
dripping trembling
and you hear water flowing peacefully
you are totally alone
separated from the turmoil of life
at peace, serene and tranquil and in the moment
I have ...
the drums of time have ceased
and my fragile soul is a sea of tears
scars are bleeding, bleeding, bleeding ....
wind whispers my name
and caresses me like a lover
I must let go of my history !
the many twisted passages and contrived corridors
the waves of regret like daggers
but, putting my thoughts aside for now
I wander ...
a sparkling stream musical rocks decayed with years
sitting on one I meditate
breathing in and out I let go of this reality ...
becoming a bird flying, gliding, drifting
my soul free I float on the wind swirling away
God tells me to let go of my past history
that he loves me as I am-
Buddha tells me to live in the moment
as life is short I wake suddenly-
was I sleeping ? the sun is now fading
the air around me is saturated with my prayers
and dreams the trees infinite sentinels
a cool breeze kisses my lips as
I leave ...
Quote By Poet: "Morning arrives when the brilliant sun first kisses the earth."
A new morning is now arriving
the brilliant sun first kisses the earth
over the hill.
The furry little bunny hops down nature's path
looking for breakfast.
Pretty butterflies have been awakened
they are magically dancing
on the pretty flowers with joy.
Down a path with nature
I will...
walk and talk.
Walk beneath the tall green trees
talking with my God.
Searching for answers
answers to the haunting questions
the ones that come with sleepless nights.
As the sun is now slipping behind the moon
the day is closing so the sun can go to sleep.
I must...
return home for I to need to try to sleep.
DOWN A STORM DRAIN GONE FOREVER.
There was once a wicked, jealous old human,
Who lived in a house down the lane,
Not far from us,
Ugly and mean sounding, couldn’t tell
If man or woman,
Was narky to the neighborhoods children,
Including me,
We discovered this human was woman with
One large bosom!
She lived on her own, no children or husband,
Or even a pet,
She always wore the same apron, her hands always
Hidden in this grubby apron,
My friends decided on a bet,
That she had a gun and would should shoot,
Us all dead
Why else would she always keep her hands
In her apron we said!
We could never have guessed the truth
About this apron.
One day we saw two young girls laughing at her
She was furious, fiddled in her apron
And immediately,
Upon doing this, the girls fell, and each
Broke a leg!
We couldn’t believe what we had seen, I noticed a
Hairpin on the path, going back, very sharp,
And then another and another,
Each one, a different color.
Obviously someone was throwing the
Used pins away,
In a very careless way!
I have to find out what is in her apron pocket,
I said to my friends, so early the next day,
We all met
Behind her house, I was chosen to be
The pickpocket,
So I crept along the bushes outside her house
Waiting for her to have her afternoon snooze,
I saw a locket around her neck which was open
And from it peeped bright colored
Hairpins, she was asleep,
With one eye open, I thought I could see
Her eye socket!
Terrified I stretched out my hand, put it gently
Into her apron pocket,
And pulled out a tattered faceless little doll,
Home made from potato sackcloth,
A voodoo doll, screamed James,
He was certainly not wrong for he played
A great deal of TV horror games!
She obviously pricked the voodoo doll
With colored pins,
Every time someone annoyed her, she would one
Day pay for her sins!
As quickly as we could we ran to the nearest drain
Down the street and dropped it in, it fell silently
And disappeared, gone forever,
That woman was not sane!
The next day early we walked towards her house,
The house was empty and the horrid old witch gone,
We breathed a sigh of relief as we watched
A new morning dawn!
Contest: Down a storm drain, gone forever,
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Date entered: 2019/03/02
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
Quote by Constance La France
On a beautiful afternoon, seeking solitude
I set out on a trek to the nearby woods
Except my camera, intentionally picked up
I hadn’t carried with me any other thing
All along, I saw wildflowers and strange herbs
And paused to take pictures, but kept moving
No doubt, it was a rewarding experience
The lure of the unknown seemed bewitching
From the cluster of flowers on a sprawling tree
The wind wafted a rare exotic smell divine
I heard the twitter of chirping sparrows
And could spot large squirrels with bushy tails
Proceeding further, heard a gurgling sound
It must be a small cataract, I did suppose
My guess was right. It fell off a rock running into a stream
With murmur enough to lull one to sweet sleep
Close to the falls, I went frolicking in mist
Splashes of water vapor, making me pleasantly wet
The whistle of a quail fell in my ears
And the rhythm of the tapping of a woodpecker
Also, the creaking of dry leaves under my feet
Sounds so familiar to any forest trekker
Feeling happy over my progress without a hitch
Listening to the soft cajoling of birds,
And the confused drone of honeybees,
I walked playfully stamping on the dried-up leaves
That moaned painfully under my feet.
Passing fragrant cedar trees and tall growing pines,
I roamed for long enjoying the beauty of the woods
Amid the multitude of trees and the flora and fauna
My spirit felt a deep solitude, I couldn’t explain
Though I longed to explore more into its hidden pockets
I saw the slanting rays of the setting sun
And quickened my way home before darkness invaded
Feeling quite happy and at peace with myself !
Nov.16.2022
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge “V” forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor. Constance La France
The drizzle whips mildly like an omen
Along the ashen lane ; and I am troubled
While gazing through a drainage
Filled with mud and waylaid boughs,
As a quivered sigh trails below the cement
Until my knees bow down, wobbling.
I linger around almost numb
In the gradual dip of sunset’s orange hue;
While these eyes peep closer closer--
A moment too excruciating for me
For it lays still on debris … unmoved by any yell.
What I recall is a slip-sliding of our romp
Perhaps, a brief escape from my wet palm---
And now it is gone, my pet, my hamster
That I weep, unforgiving, upon rainfall…swollen.
3/18/2019
For Eve Roper: Down A Storm Drain Gone Forever
My heart was racing, for the boy
that I adored had handed me
a note he told me wait to read,
so home I ran excitedly!
I did not dare to read it yet,
for he was walking down the street
with friends of his. Oh, how I hoped
that he had written something sweet.
When almost home, I crossed the street
but tripped! That was not clever.
From my hand slipped Johnny’s note,
down a storm drain gone forever!
Too shy to ever tell the boy
I had gone and dropped his note,
I saw him next day; he just smiled.
Oh, to know what Johnny wrote!
Johnny must have been shy too.
What if all that he could say
was in the note that he had written
which had gone and slipped away?
Had Johnny wanted anwers from me?
His smiles then stopped! I will never
know his feelings, for now his note was
down a storm drain gone forever!
March 17, 2019
for Eve Roper's Down A Storm Drain Gone Forever Poetry Contest
I guess when memories of the past,
never seem to fade or pass,
we find ourselves left walking ,
down a long and lonely road.
You know each step, which we take
is another candle on the cake,
as the years become minutes in a day.
The quicker they seem to pass us by,
the more clouds we see in the sky,
reminding us of someone we once loved.
I never dreamed I would be 23,
now I’m 50 and look at me,
happy as a wrangler riding on a horse.
It appears I have survived it all,
every brick in every wall,
regardless of the trials and the test.
In the end what matters most,
we never let our pride become the host,
we must forever see the errors in our ways.
To forgive doesn’t mean we forget,
it simply means we regret,
the course of action we were forced to take.
Me, I’ve made all of my amends,
apologized to enemy’s as well as friends,
not to mention all of ladies I once loved.
Even to those who broke my heart,
those who tore it into little parts,
over things, which I would never do.
I ask them all and I’m forgiven,
now I’m free to continue living,
this life the Lord has planned for me.
Trust me friends these words are true,
to be forgiven for what you didn’t do,
truly is a feeling, which stands all by itself.
In the end, I guess it matters not,
who’s forgiven and who forgot,
that right and wrong is a two way street.
I reckon that’s all I have to say,
for those I love I shall forever pray,
they never find themselves walking,
down a long and lonely road.
The judge sent me to spend ten years in jail,
After a sweet talking lawyer saved my tail,
The wind which blows the soul of men from grave to grave,
Told me of your messages and reminded me of the pleasure we had those days,
They called me nuts and said that they were all in my head,
Especially the psychologist whose wife cried of loneliness every night in bed.
I am a tall mean looking woman these days,
With little hair and a haggard face,
I'm thinner than when we met,
Broken by life, broken by death.
They released me from jail today,
And I thought it worthy to come to your grave today,
So here I am Sweet Elizabeth,
This pen in my hand,
This knife at bay,
Hoping to join the band of holy and unholy men,
That will be taken by death today.
I hope to see you today,
Maybe in heaven or maybe in hell,
That's why I kneel besides your grave,
That's why I've made this choice so brave.
There are a thousand ways to write a poem,
A million ways to kill a man,
A billion ways to show that you are waiting,
A trillion ways to tell that a good soul is dead,
But on that day you left,
I stood there a soul bereft,
Waiting, yet knowing that you're dead.
I loved you more than Shakespeare loved the theatre,
More than Tesla loved to tinker,
More than Einstein loved his head,
More than America hated the Nazis,
Till they said that I was mad,
Till I killed the driver who took you to hell,
Till they took me to jail,
Till heaven came and went.
But love is never enough they say,
Not enough to feed or clothe your radiant beauty like summer's day,
Never enough to stop the claws of death,
Never enough to heal the madness of a tortured soul,
Never enough to stop this pain.
I'll be lying beside your grave,
As you lay on my hands that day,
The sands will soak my blood,
As my clothes soaked yours,
You'll see me in pain,
As I saw yours that fateful day,
You will hear my mourning,
You will feel the writhing of my body atop your grave,
You will hear my soul going with the wind,
You will hear the willows blowing in the wind,
And not even your tears which I hear in my head every day will convince me to stay,
Till the wind blows down a thousand willows,
For if the wind blows a thousand willows,
Then I'll be dead,
I'll be holding you in the darkness,
Kissing your every being...My sweet Elizabeth.
A tornado warning came upon a sunny day
While rushing home I saw a child staring down a storm drain
I stopped and asked what do you see
I see my heart drifting away
I received my boyfriends heart on this Valentines day
As I was walking home the wind blew it away
I ran to catch it and it fell into the rushing water by the curb
I went to grab it but the storm drain took my heart away
Please help me find this heart for without it mine will be broken
I turned my yellow flashing lights on and radioed for help
We removed the drain cover and I climbed into the drain
Praying we could find this little girls heart today
I received a call on the radio about a block away, we found it he said
Well bring it here we haven’t much time the storm is on it's way
As he pulled up in his yellow city truck with yellow lights flashing
A small boy walked over and said:
You have not lost your heart for I am standing right here
This storm drain could never take away our Valentine Love this way
He placed a tiny candy heart into her hand that read
Be Mine,
As tears of joy ran down her face a kiss on his cheek she gave
I will always be your Valentine
Contest: Down the storm drain gone forever
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Dated Created: 02/25/2019
A Rondel for Donald Trump
As those Fake News polls keep coming 'round
And their predictions drag you down,
Just face the music like a Man
Deny it all, the best you can:
Try to deny that deepening frown.
There is, alas, an ever-growing sound
A quiet voice ever gaining ground
That makes you grasp at each more desperate plan
To salvage your sinking ship.
But there is no helpful, salvaging sound
Within the silence all around,
To spare you the darkness closing in
To spare the wages of your sin,
To stay the darkness that abounds
Through which you cannot hope to slip.
I walked along a one way street,
A one way street inside my head.
I was in charge of every thought I made, every step I took,
I knew exactly every word I said.
But people mistook me, didn’t listen,
Mistaking the meaning of what I spoke.
They heard the words in a different way than had been intended,
It was only ever meant to be a joke.
But then I thought just maybe my humor,
Wasn’t funny, instead being crude and strange.
It was rude, vindictive, laced with venom, antagonism and spite,
The direction I walked would need to change.
I walked along a one way street,
A one way street inside my mind.
Unfortunately I walked the wrong way entirely against the traffic,
My compassion needed reflection to be redefined.
A woman went walking
On the river trail
On a sunny day
Someone went rafting
Along a river
When she got closer
On the river trail
She noticed a raft
The raft was floating
No was on it
She thought it was strange
That no one was there
She looked all around
To see anyone
On the ground or hurt
There was no one there
She pondered a thought
Maybe someone drowned
Yet she thought
Maybe they got saved
We're Headed Down a Different Road
By Franklin Price
5/6/2016
We're headed down a different road
Could be either good or bad
The times are so much different now
Than the “remember whens” we had
Values that we had back then
Being challenged ever day
We, and the children, of the present time,
Lead life a different way
No longer are we waiting
A day or two to get the news
Or wait to visit world around
To find out different views
Getting answers to our questions
Is just a touch for we
Our smart phones tell us everything
Including pictures that we see
There is no need to travel
To see how others live
Social media will tell us
It has oh so much to give
Instantaneous a problem
Gives us no time to think
Is what we get a truth or lie?
In our lives that's quite a chink
Verbal information questionable
Visual, edited and photo shopped
The falseness of them rampant
In our brains they must be cropped
Take the time to ask the question
Is what we see or hear a truth or lie?
Paths in life dependent on it
Should we laugh or should we cry?
Must be careful what we send along
And the things that we believe
Don't send or act if it's not proven
When we send or act we can't retrieve
Years i felt it, there was know way out of the abiss, no point in giving a shout, who would hear it and who would care? so alone in the world just as if it was bare.
My cries went un heard, no comfort i felt, alone to dwell with the cards i had been dealt,
years of waiting with dark thoughts in my head, untill the same dark path led me to the light instead.
The feeling of comfort knowing i was saved, my problem was someone elses i could be knowones slave, i thank GOD for saving me from that dark lonely time, knowone else could of reached me, not even myown mind.
Now i walk in the light never to be alone an i seek to help others in the same way i was shown, so go in peace my brothers and sisters and hold your head high!
. . never forget in times of hardship GODS right by your side.
8/10/17
Regardless of if you already have it made
Since you're the one to blame
For innocent lives being slained
I'm going to sweep you off your feet, no matter if you get a broken leg
Knock you down a peg
With you I would never trade
Or give you aid
I'd watch you struggle, as you beg to be saved
Before you drown down below ocean waves
Just not one in the same
Cut you with a blade
Burn you with a flame
Throw a live grenade
At you without delay
Don't be afraid
Because your life is starting to fade
By the way
You are not brave
It's a shame
You couldn't appreciate all that was gave
To get to where we are now on this very day
No need to explain
Or for me to behave
Time to take out my rage
Until you are in the grave
Knowing I may or may not come out unscathed