Best Downfalls Poems
In this field of plantation;
Where I walk and plant various
parts of myself around this
world;
I sometimes look back and notice
the trail;
I recognize the lettuce of charity
I’ve grown constantly through the
years,
the tomatoes of kindness which
resonates red to the world,
For as the blood flows within my
temple,
Kindness will always be found
here;
Also my celery of respect remains
long,
And continues growing as much as I
do;
And yet for all these positive elements
I’ve learned to express to my
environment;
Occasionally I plant a bad seed which
poison’s the essence of my entire
being;
And for that, I apologize.
Although a perfectionist in small doses I
am not perfect,
And as a result my garden of Eden
contains more infamous fruit then I
would want,
Stemming from lack of growth in my
maturity plant;
While a few of any negative offspring
have cultivated,
None have been more consistent in growth
than my deception seed.
Unfortunately as I’ve grown into
adulthood,
So has my subconscious lying,
Sadly after a while you don’t even
realize that it still sleeps in your
field,
And as a human constantly harvesting
you learn to accept it;
However evolution never grows
old,
And even a perfect saint contains a
lifetime of imperfect downfalls,
So while I’m familiar with deception,
It is those virtuous seeds that grow
within me,
That are parallel with my height
and with that, I’m content.
God never asked for our field to be
perfect,
But to show progression,
So that it could display many of lives
lessons,
And as my life continues adding up,
I can promise the world that my
dark seeds subtract simultaneously;
But yet I understand we’re all human,
And we must reap what we
sow,
Therefore I’m hoping that my seeds of
empowerment in the form of black eyed
peas, fall into my neighbors field,
Thereby enriching their lives for yet another
season.
So confined to the boxes is she who
Tries to free herself from them
Breaking down barriers of all political and cultural design
Constructing opportunities and
Imagining their trite and expected
Downfalls
She, who reigns supreme in the art
Of lability
The morning being the promise
The afternoon, the despair
The night, a restless dance to
Hopeful unknowing
So that it may all begin anew
And she may float with ambition,
Flirt with lofty goals
(Which are so very tangible once realized to a more substantial degree)
All through which comes the
Bitter devastation
The cerebral revelation
For her mind and the World work in harmoniously demonizing tandem to erase the sketches of a life
Of her own craft
THE PROTECTOR OF THE UNAWARE
In the great hall walls sung with gold
Silk threads reflect the free fed fires
Stoked high to chase the brutal cold
From listeners as they crowded round
The winter nights wrapped round the thoughts
Of raging bold and timid weak
For in the starkness dark has bought
There is a time for Truth tho bleak
When hearts lie fallow with the fields
Awaiting musty earth's spring call
Tis time for dwelling in the past
And staunchly facing life's downfalls
Sometimes there stands a heartless man
Who forced a virgin maid astray
Fails to regret felonious act
That crushed her blooming life that day
But in the dead of winter's nights
When sleep flies shattered with the storm
The man without a conscience bite
Is grabbed as terrors round him swarm
Face of the lovely soiled—beguiled--
Sways not his faithless heart of stone
But fear that swallows light from stars
Swirls horror-- brands him man alone
No faithless heart cares where it cuts
No brutal lies attempt a balm
But vengeance blows upon the winds
To right the path of careless wrong
Sweet treasured is proud Nature’s prize
She guards the simple hearts born pure
Tragic to her when anguish cries
Sees evil treats them as obscure
Sweet are the innocent of earth
Fragile their hearts and tragic cares
They have a champion, though unknown--
Protector of the unaware
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
1/1/13
Dear God, please grant me Your wisdom*, without defilement
…but so pure along sanctification’s fulfillment
Teach me Your truth against sinfulness-detriment
…never fallacious in assuring my redemption’s eternal settlement!
Oh, I need Your wisdom, without turmoil
…but so peaceable along spirituality’s oil
Lead me from downfalls that eviscerate my strength in distress-spoil
…for my surrendered servanthood’s joyful toil!
Give me Your wisdom, without rudeness
…but so gentle along charity’s kindness
Forgive me in my plunge into vanity and worldliness
…as You rescue me from the vortex of hatred’s heaviness!
I beg for Your wisdom, without terror
…but so merciful along patience’s ardor
Instructing me with Your principles of honor
…that direct my curious soul for discernment’s fervor!
Uphold me by Your wisdom, without damage
…but so good along fruitfulness’ package
Drive me to Your standards of heavenly advantage
…while guarding me from compromises that tantalize my spiritual courage!
I need Your wisdom, without partiality
…but so fair along judgment’s authority
Illumine me thru Your holiness shining with integrity
…to confront deceits that bewilder with their destructive falsity!
Thank you for Your wisdom, without hypocrisy
…but so honest along Scriptures’ supremacy
Enlighten me midst stain of scarlet secrecy
…for my Christian walk’s virtuous consistency!
*1Chronicles 22:12 Only the LORD give thee wisdom and understanding...
June 24, 2018
3rd Place, "8-Word Challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 6/29/2018.
Boys carry their snow sleds
up, up
to the highest peak
scaling risk
their voices pitched
chattering noise of expectation
frozen giddiness on snow packed hills
boys belly flop onto plastic sleighs
bubble-headed jauntiness launches them
lunging down, down
bewildering "swish" of speed
smashing white drifts
projectiles scattered
boys tossed in snowbanks like pizza dough spinning
baked together in joy
pushing the balance of extreme
runs repeated
brash, blunt, bold
epic span of freedom
ignoring downfalls from ill timed moves
in a lost sense of direction
gleefully tired
snow flecked
boys wheeze the icy air
make their way home
their talk clotted with bravado
beneath it, the unspoken promise to never tire
of boyhood
in twilight, the slopes gleam
gouged by sled marks
that clear a path for growth
targeted direction
and if boys fall from the path
are there souls
who'll notice?
when ruts threaten
when sleds teeter
in unruly spaces
Poem composed February 2, 2022
He once was among us
as loving as could be
always helpful to others
Never letting us see
See the pain behind the smile
of a once handsome man
A great father to his kids
always taking a stand
A hero he was
to me in that house
Always making me laugh
piggy back rides a must
Pulling out the tug
Muscle poses in the mirror
Joy and laughter
even though there was fear
He went through a lot
you all just can't imagine
and all though he had some downfalls
he had so much compassion
Its been a short while
and although i don't understand why
what happened that December night
will always make me cry
I lost my hero
my uncle and best friend
i miss him a lot
the memories will never end
And now all i have
is the pictures to show
of that familiar happy face
i used to know
The angels did decide
to take god his son
forever in the heavens
He was a chosen one
Young boys
Love toys
Ring chimes
Sing rhymes
Climb trees
Skin knees
Catch frogs
Pat dogs
Love grime
Spit slime
Downfalls
Spitballs
Teen boys
Fix toys
Wear jeans
Plant beans
Split logs
Rope hogs
Play ball
Stand tall
Joins Scouts
Sings shouts
Show up
Grow up
Late teens
Build things
Ride hogs
Cut logs
Live good
Bring wood
Some fight
Some write
Toss rings
Have flings
Watch girls
with curls
Young men
Find glens
Date girls
Buy pearls
Finds wife
For life
Choose right
With might
Sing songs
Right wrongs
Find work
Life’s perk
Result
Adult
By Dane Ann Smith-JohnssenMarch
Copyright March 30, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: YOUR FOOTLE POEM
Sponsor Judy Konos
Hunt all the animals cut down the trees dumped waist in the oceans rivers and the seas.
Litter bugs go and vote told to listen while they preach.
Taught be a good worker at school if you hear what they teach.
Attend your churches confess to ya priest talk to your gods
Pray for release.
Waiting for an answer to come while you sleep.
Listen to the government
Trust our police.
There's something to see but we're blinded by the dusty air struggling to speak where I'm choking on this atmosphere
Searching for employment where I'm needed off this Shabby sphere swear was born off the planet broke the rules and was banished here.
Hunt all the animals cut down the trees dumped waist in the oceans rivers and the seas.
Told life be a mystery live it and see be rich be free be known be clean.
Go be free freedom dont exist chief its breach life aint cheap fighting for peace quite pricey I'm realising.
So see you ask nicely I'm declining
Mans biggest downfalls his pride its takes time to realise lifes too short to die.
Witnessed mortality as life flashed before my eyes
Last mortal survivor left mentally traumatized.
July 16 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 46-50
Key Verse – Isaiah 47:4 As for our redeemer, the LORD of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HOLY REDEEMER
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst sinful burden
Thank You for pulling me out against downfalls of pride so sudden
Away from troubles of transgressions’ warden
To bring me to Your salvation-garden.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst corrupt pollution
Thank You for taking me out against yokes of pleasures’ destruction
Away from wickedness’ perversion
To drive me to Your holiness-function.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst obstinate stubbornness
Thank You for releasing me out against treacherous deceitfulness
Away from affliction of falsity’s illness
To propel me to Your Word-truthfulness.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst infirmity’s fatality
Thank You for plucking me out against crises of no prosperity
Away from false teachings’ uncertainty
To lead me to Your direction-stability.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst vain judgment
Thank You for rescuing me out against despicable entanglement
Away from dark prisons’ encampment
To guide me to Your comfort-settlement.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst continual wastage
Thank You for preserving me out against secularism’s spoilage
Away from carnality’s hostage
To carry me to Your fellowship-advantage.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst iniquities’ reign
Thank You for freeing me out against selfishness’ strain
Away from rebelliousness of smiting sprain
To usher me to walk along obedience-terrain.
July 16, 2023
anger feeds off hurt
buried somewhere in your heart
in a shallow grave,
and in times of pain
memories resurrect it
restoring its strength
it needs no excuse
to weaponize cold contempt
unleashing hatred
on all those it blames
for life's failures and downfalls
while blind to the why
anger lacks control
it's a knee-jerk reaction
to a perceived slight;
an instant response
that's triggered by the desire
to send the hurt back
I have spent a lifetime
trying to find my perfect fit
in a chaotic world that has
no time to dwell on just one
I had to stop looking
at my downfalls
My reality is of my
own making
I choose to live it
happy or sad
Nothing in life is ever
just black or white
There are many shades of the
rainbow in between
My world does not exist in
monotones colors
I choose to live it in the
many hues of that rainbow
and my life will only
know vibrant colors
Right from the day I am born
Admire her not just as she is my Mom
Happiness stays and sadness gone
As her care & love is magically strong
Broken the knee while playing on ground
Her eyes sparkled with my paining sound
Each hour In her mind only i surround
Struggles till the time my smile is found
Seen lots of miseries and worst times
She covered all on her without a sign
Fulfilling all my dreams before i design
Being my "Hero" caressing me to shine
Selfless and incomparable beauty on earth
Asking for nothing but blessed seen my mirth
World still seems beautiful in spite of dirt
Her innocent love gives humanity a new birth
Faced many downfalls in this small life
She was the one who made me to rise
Fight all fears to attain the desired heights
My mother is an Angel in human disguise
Everyone thinks they know that girl. At
least they think they do.
You know that girl that makes everyone
laugh, and is a class clown. Who used
to be a star athlete. And had everything
going for her.
Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they
know
She became homeless at the age of 16
due to a house fire.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they
know
Yet that girl is still laughing away and
making everyone laugh, but isn't the
same inside, No, Something inside of
her changed they way she felt.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they
know
She became mentally ill, she was
diagnosed with major depression and
bipolar disorder. She was always under
medication, so you never knew what
side of her you where going to get.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they
know
No one knew how much she hated
hearing sirens go off, or how she
couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She
struggled living her life daily.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they
know
She lost her closes friends cause she
shut them out and nearly lost them all.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they
know
From what I hear it's been 3 years
since the fire and that girl is barely
getting her sight of her future back.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they
know
She is talking to her lost friends again,
but just isn't the same for her, so she
has to make new ones. Which means
she has no one.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they
know
She is happier now and is looking
forward to graduating and moving on
from this chapter of her life and letting
go.
How do I know so much of her?, well
"that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that
everyone thought they knew.
But im fine now. Sure I have my
downfalls, but I still get up and smile.
THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.
If the Dark Ages were to come again
and electricity would cease to exist,
pray tell what'd happen to us?
P'raps it be smart to start a list.
Well I certainty wouldn't be sharing
poetry across the web.
You can bet your bottom dollar!
And if I needed some help on a fence
my smart phone wouldn't do much good.
I'd have to inhale big and give a loud holler!
I guess I'd roll up my sleeves, stick my hand
in the dirt, and plant some veggies.
Yard-work's a royal pain, but I'd have no choice.
Like the class nerd and the unavoidable wedgie.
Suppose I'd give my plasma flat screen
a nice smash with a dusty baseball bat.
After I sweep up the glass, who knows,
it might make a good home for a street cat.
I guess Jolie's double mastectomy
would be off of everyone's mind.
How comical would that be
to crack open a magazine with the headline,
"Twitter reaches 50 million followers
#hash-tag amazing".
Might stare at birds and trees a bit more often,
watch the cows grazing as if it were
quality entertainment.
There'd be downfalls no doubt.
All those Twitter updates
I'd surely lament:
"Sitting on the sofa..."
"Drinking a glass of water..."
"Man, are those leaves starting to pile!"
If I wanted recognition
I suppose I'd have to get off my butt
and do something worthwhile.
Those little dinner's-ready texts
would be a thing of the past.
We'd all be holding hands at the table
like a spell being cast.
You laugh now at the corny jokes,
but these what-ifs leaves your mind to wander.
If the Dark Ages were to come again
I guess imagination would be your
major time-killer... 'specially in the cold winter.
Well I could write endlessly about Frankie my cute English bulldog,
But when it comes to being a good watchdog, she’s closer to a log.
I do however have a pet that notifies us if someone is approaching,
She has taken it upon herself to do this faithfully without any coaching.
Her name is Molly and she is a watch-bird, my fearless cockatiel,
She performs this amazing task with confidence and great zeal.
Her elegant grey head feathers stand tall signifying she’s alert,
She perches stoically on the frig, her notification ready to assert.
Living in the countryside, a security system is needed, or so I feel,
When people come to the house, Molly lets out the loudest squeal.
A different chirp for each family member, my daughter gets a loud burst,
My son on the other hand gets loud staccato chirps, they’re the worst.
Molly spends most of her time out of her cage when someone is at home,
She surveys the home flying from window to door, monitoring her zone,
Taking her job seriously, she bites if you try to stop or get in her way,
Molly has a job to do, she’s the security alarm, keeping burglars at bay.
So for a little bird seed, you too can get a watch bird that makes lots of noise.
Keep in mind, there are a few downfalls, there’s a lot of things she destroys.
Chewing windowsills, hiding jewelry and pooping where ever she may be,
A bit of a bitchy bird but what a set of lungs, a unique way to increase security.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 30, 2011
For Ryan Jackson’s Contest “Animals on my mind”