Best Drift Off Poems
Old souls don't drift off and die
Sit there idle, or even care why
Achieving greatness takes time
Values and a certain state of mind
Realize, for once, it's not just what you see
Understand nuance, syntax, and hyperbole
Help yourself, don't get fooled by any old shroud
Though others are silent and lost in the crowd
Rise up, be courteous, let words show them wrong
As free as a whisper and the cardinal's sweet song
I didn't crumble or drift off into a fade...
I shrugged off goodbyes faster then they were made...
Watched as they were dipped and soaked in my poetic rage...
As I threw a fist full of words against a framed blank page...
I sat and watched my emotions scatter artistically...
Like candles on a wall it poured in colors so intensely...
A portrait of a misguided soul that has lost its way...
To a poet who paints with a pen in seductive disarray...
The time seems to wander, languishing here and there, jealous of the wind.
Sometimes it flies, to almost find it's end, even when you have barely started.
The terrible ones, they seem to standstill, so you can live them for a lifetime.
The boring ones, are not appreciated, yet can be missed on those wild rides.
The day listens, to no man or woman, it knows well what to surprise us with.
There are a few, in everyone's life, that will be remembered, that have no equal.
When all the luck, works its magic, to lift the spirits high, and love comes to call.
There are days when, we fly too close to the sun, that melts wings made of wax.
Some are breathtaking, when death is standing near, but it's just not your time.
The guardian angels, swoop low to carry away that day, that took a piece of you.
Every single day, we should live as our last, for each is the gift of a jealous god.
There are the nights, that follow the day, when the gods dream, of being a man.
And all of the days, when misfortune arrives, and you cry the whole night away.
Then comes that one day, you won't survive, when you pray for just one more.
And all that's left, is to drift off and relive the ones, you wished would never end!
When I awake to dawn’s light
I long to pray for God’s insight
For His grace through the day
And mercy to help me along my way
When I feel alone and afraid
I go to God with all my thoughts
Reach out to Him with sincerity
And He always answers reassuringly
When I lose my hope in tomorrow
I whisper a prayer for His guidance
He always encourages me to keep going
And believe in the prayer He honors
When I need a friend that will be there
I open my heart to the One I love most
The friend who is there through the end
Answering my prayers with gentle promise
When I can’t find the right path to take
I welcome His word and its uplifting directions
That will always reveal to me the right way
To find the greatest hope, faith and love
When I think of committing a sin I know is wrong
I simply can’t comprehend why I’m so uncertain
He takes me by the hand and leads me to His word
Where I find the answers to defeat my sinful nature
When I want to achieve the dreams I’ve had
I long for God’s strength to overflow my heart
And His help to send me truth and wisdom
So that I can know my ideas are inspired by Him
When I lie down at night to drift off to sleep
I always know I’m being guarded by His presence
And I never need to worry about being afraid
Because He’s forever alive, lighting my spirit afire
On Blue Ocean
Blue ocean rises
and falls with cool
serenity,
creating crests
of roving waves,
seeking yellow,
sun-bleached shores.
Aah! Behold
its engorged bosoms,
heaving and trembling,
passionately
spurting out
bubbly, champagne-like,
sparkling spumes,
that elatedly
lick and tickle
flashy red tails of
flirtatious mermaids.
On summer nights,
inhale deeply
its fresh salty scent,
which clings to the air,
like an old lover.
Then savoring the
sweet, rhythmic
undulation of
rippling, indigo
ocean, I drowse in
Poseidon’s arms and,
drift off … on a dream.
01-06-2016
Contest: Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Placement: 3rd
lost in the twilight hours
the twilight years
longing for the past
a closet door opens,
I reach inside
wrap myself in his old sweater
his Aramis scent
still clings to wool
puts me in a trance
and the aged phonograph
still works
as I dance to our song
“Without You” by Nilsson
I can’t live
if living is without you
I can’t give
I can’t give anymore
no, I’ll not forget the evening
his face as he was leaving
for work the night before his stroke
I keep Aramis in the house
to spray my pillows
as I drift off to sleep
without you, my love,
without you
just sounds and scents
that make no sense
Paper lanterns lit drift off in the night
fireflies twinkle reflect in the pristine lake
Noah would have been proud couples embrace
Never in doubt this so called human race
Under the maple with the trunk as my date
I look past the glitter, the sparkle, the fake
Up to the stars where my forefathers told
Stories of angels where Heaven unfolds
Where is my angel, oh where can she be
Up in the mountains where temperature's low
Or down in the valley where daisies do grow
The one by the sea who's trapped in her tower
Or next to the butterfly and her delicate flower
I stare for a minute then search deep inside
For answers or meaning on this one ticket ride
Out in the vastness I feel her right there
Looking out too for a heart she can share
As with the lanterns and the fireflies' light
Love will come shining when the timing is right
When the rain is really pouring down,
And the sky's overcast and grey,
I love how it freshens the streets of the town,
And watching the children play.
They chase each other and splash in the puddles,
Sail the seas in small paper boats,
Laughing, playing, running through the rain,
In their new brightly colored raincoats,
And nothing's quite like a nice warm bath,
After a walk in the rain.
Then I'll settle back with a hot cup of tea,
And watch it splash on my window pane.
The sound of the rain falling outside,
A nice cozy fire inside,
And I drift off to Dream Land,
With you here by my side.
goodbye i'd rather die stay away from me from my abandoned arm
it's taken way too long to say so long i finally know this is wrong in my arm you don't belong
you wher my friend for years drying all my tears numbing my fears
this will be harder to turn away but i'm sorry i'm searching for better days
you cannot live here anymore for there is somerthing else i adore
never leaving me wasted on the dirty floors you've done nothing but complicate me
finding the sinner withen mechewing me up spitting me out leaving me exposed and in doubt
i tried to hide you but you were on my sleeves more and more
the days got so hot i just forgot to cover you up
people could tell how much you really loved m,y by the tracks on my arms
they could tell how much you made me feed youby the bruises counting the number of uses
i was driven by your emptiness your nimbness i was raped by your security
now i'm driven by someone elses this is no gamecall it lame you make me ashamed
ashamed to know i trusted you all i wanted to do was die with you
i just want to try a new and see what's it's like sober
we can no longer sleep together no matter the beautiful sunny weather
i am gonna start over and learn how to grow older so goodbye to you please stay away
forgat my name forget your game having something else beside me
for my sobriety will never lie to me never hurt me never desert me
your every promise empty you've taken all my money it's no longer funny saying it's better
than sweet sweet honey
i get so sick after your every prick you're never enough making my life extra hard
only satisfied for a few then back out searching for you only i can let you in
somehow you always seem to win all the dreams i had were taken away
it seems in just a blink of an eye then you find me and i'm all scattered and torn
feeling so good after trudging through the hood i sit with your company and drift off
addicted to the unknown that has always been shown now i'm flushing you out
i'm brushing you off it's my time to shine thanks for the memories i'll bury them with you
don't you get it you're all alone you creep around like a stalker i'm prepared for you
hear my words get go be gone now i'm strong and you're dead wrong
someday i'll shine and sobriety will be mine
When the Sandman’s near
I can almost hear
his soft footsteps breaking ground.
With his tender touch
my eyes feel so much
as he sprinkles sand around.
I don’t want to sleep
but I want to keep
all the dreams he has for me.
So I welcome sand
from his gentle hand
and I drift off peacefully.
April 12, 2021
* Nursery Rhyme 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Poetry form: The Alouette
The Alouette poetry form invented by Jan Turner view at:
http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/alouette.html
Wings flutter
off in the distance
as I shuffle through these stones,
tasting the energy trapped in each,
scouring my lands
for my lost crystal,
that which can mend
what I’ve torn asunder.
In frustration
I abandon my quest,
deciding to find
my feathery deity,
the wind carries her scent to me
and I head Northeast,
diving through brush
and dodging trees
like only a Lycan may.
She must have picked up on my intentions
for I sense her
heading towards me
so I veer more northward,
there’s a place I know.
As I draw near
you can hear water
cascading off rocks,
when I arrive the moon is up,
clouds curled beneath it
as if it were a white pearl
resting on gray cushions,
to the right
the beginnings of a river
being fed by the waterfall,
about 80’ tall
careening off the three
stone outcroppings
and filling the air in the clearing
with a fine mist,
the left is ringed
by long needled pines
which have supplied the ground
with a soft cushion.
My winged beauty
lands on the third outcropping
whipping her hair back
under the waterfall’s edge.
I sprint to the water’s shore
and leap to the first,
as my claws connect
bound to the second,
paws touching
then legs thrust me
to the third
where I bring myself erect,
better to ensnare my love
within my arms.
As I bring her close to me
she raises her left hand up
and caresses my muzzle and cheek
with her claws,
I bend downward
and gently
sink my teeth
into the side of her neck,
she springs off the precipice ,
me entwined,
and glides down to the pine needle bed.
As we land
she pushes herself up,
drags her right claw
down my chest
and leans in to drink.
I drag one nail along
each shoulder blade
and let her blood
drip down on me
while I lick my claws clean.
After hours
she crashes down
into my chest,
exhaustion settling in.
I cup my hand around the back of her head,
hair entwined
in my fingers
and as she uses her wings
to blanket us
we drift off
into a pleasant slumber
while the stars blink at us
and the night creatures
serenade us with their calls.
Well you’ve gone where the cold wind blows, and the soil is plagued with fear. Treat your wounds. Rest awhile,
the DEVIL can’t find you here. 2X
Box full of bones and the serpents they know not to cross her path.
The locusts they rise and take to the sky,
you know not the spells you cast. 2X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X
Father bless this child of sin consume her eyes and salvage her skin drape it across her mother’s face to bind and hold the tears in.
Mistress of black, I know you’ll come back with razors thirsty and clean.
This canvas of flesh Please remove your dress and (drain me of my sin)4X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X
(WHY I KEEP LIVING)
She is light skin
blonde hair with curls
a perfect mixture of our different racial spring.
A gap in between her front teeth
and two tiny dimples on her cheeks.
Haha!
She is so beautiful and fragile
very intelligent and sweet.
She has a castle in the garden
she believes she is Cinderella.
My unborn princess Mia.
I dreamed of her ever since i was sixteen.
at nineteen i thought this was it
only i had no groom.
so when he put a ring on it on my 21st birthday
i knew it would be anytime soon.
But when we went our separate ways an year after that
it was another doom.
Now am 24,turning 25yrs soon
and i think i have found the right Mon.
But with all the distance and miles separating us
i think it will take a few passing of the moon.
Each night before i drift off
i close my eyes
place my hand on the tummy
and listen as her tiny legs tries to kick it off.
Each dawn when i wake
i kiss 'Mia the teddy' on the forehead
as i shall each day when we wake.
I live for that soft wail
when doctors cut that tail.
I live for the bite of her first set of teeth
announcing she is about to outgrow my ****.
I breath for the day she calls me 'mama'!
I breath for the day she runs down those stairs
without my arms as her guide and armor.
I breath for that scared innocent look
when i let go of her hand on her first day to school.
I fight for the day she comes home crying
with her first heart break.
I fight for the day those tall legs makes a win on the run way
granting her a career through break.
I live for the day she reach the teens
start to see me as her evil twin.
I breath for the day my baby girl walks down the aisle
with pride besides her father all glamorous and in style.
I fight for the day she hit forty
and everything she feels becomes a fight.
I live for the day she will comb my gray hair
tuck me to bed with a kiss on my forehead
as i once did to her.
I breath for the day i shall dies
old,toothless and with a smile
because i know she will be standing by.
I live, breath and fight to live
till she is live
right here in my life.
He’s the only man who’s touched me
The one man with whom I’ve made love
Unheard of in this day and age
But still something to be proud of
No one else has caressed my body
Or has found the source of pleasure
No one else knows how to move me
To conquer measure by measure
No else has tasted my lips
Or has laid his head on my breast
No other man has made me moan
Been my partner in passion’s quest
No one else has played my sweet games
Or held me helpless in his arms
No other has made time stand still
Or has unleashed on me his charms
Now, after feeding him my love
I just watch him drift off to sleep
And I’m left to lie and wonder
How marriage vows are made to keep.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Standing outside of myself
Looking inward
I did not like what I had become
Weak and shriveled by poverty
Smaller in faith and love
I walked in the shadows of the next sin
In the darkness of disgrace
Giving all of myself for nothing
Giving nothing for myself
Looking back through years of pain
I hung my head in shame
For at that moment I knew I was to blame
No longer could I be the victim
I must find the strength to fight this demon
I stood firmly yet fearful of defeat
I had to win this war
I gathered my troops and marched forward into battle
My head held high
My soul determined
I armed myself with courage, strength, and desire
Spirit was my leader
Truth and light my guide on a path of wholeness
Freedom from depression, poverty, drugs, alcohol, and lust
Escape from sin
Forgiveness was the key
Forgiveness from Spirit
Forgiveness from me
No longer am I a slave in the chains that once bound me
I am now a woman of power
Power in myself and my faith
Power in Spirit
Forgiving myself for my past
Allowing it to drift off in the distance
No longer am I the victim
No longer must I hide in shame
Capturing every moment of happiness
Living a life of peace, light, and love
*inspired by Michael Jordan’s “Let’s Get Untwisted” contest
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend