Best Drop Poems
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her arms. She never knew how much I needed her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her soul. She never knew how much I needed her. Between yesterday’s old coffee and today's bright doom I broke in half. My heart slipped away into the hell of her death and my mind created LOST memories. So many moments of despair she held, and so many times of loneliness I lived. Beneath the darkness of the moon I drowned in a river created from her pain. It engulfed me into oblivion and I shall never be the same again. Sisters need each other and I needed her. Life seems over and death seems so FINAL.
teardrops in her arms-
woe brings rivers of d r o w n i n g
DEATH by suicide
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her misery. She never knew how much I loved her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her heart. She never knew how much I loved her. After the downpour of anguish I fell asleep. Nightmares of our final hug GOODBYE. If only I had held on longer maybe she would have felt more love from me. Maybe enough love to keep her alive. For she never realized how much her pain caused me heartache. She bled in sadness and I bleed in regret. No time to heal because healing is no more. Life seems dark and death seems so BLEAK.
one final goodbye-
not enough pure love from me
two dead souls bleeding
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her remorse. She never knew how much I longed for her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her essence. She never knew how much I longed for her. Before she was born she was already gone. A lifetime of sorrow and feeling different. It was hard for her to be a lesbian. Too hard. RIDICULED and damaged beyond repair. No more light at the end of her tunnel and the lessening of sunshine during her days. It’s depressing to think about what she felt her final moments of life. Her goodbye letter was awful. Full of pain and too much grief for me to read. I keep it in a journal tucked gently away. One day I will pull it out and read it again. Life seems wrong and death seems so BLACK.
suffered from regret-
too flawed and b r o k e n to heal
sister’s forever
~She s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her grave~
Date Written: June 21, 2016
Each little drop of rain I see
goes plink plink plink into the pond,
then disappears so easily
as if I’d waved a magic wand!
Inside the pond’s refreshment goes
each little drop of rain I see.
How calm this scene, for no wind blows;
all thoughts mundane from my mind flee.
A fragrance wafts enchantingly
to greet my nose with scent of pink!
Each little drop of rain I see
keeps falling falling plink plink plink.
Reflected on the water’s skin,
pink blossoms ripple joy to me
while in this moment I take in
each little drop of rain I see.
Written Aug. 12, 2016
Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.
But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma -
my universal truth.
A pristine state of perfection.
As her 'silence' whispered to my soul
in a million ways -
I felt her pangs
As her spirit breathed my oxygen,
my heart forgot about gravity,
feeling immortal in every beat.
Now a small flame kindles in
her chocolate brown eyes -
hotter than wildfire.
I see beyond her invisible veil,
hiding her divinity, wrapped under,
her tanned bronze satin skin.
Smoother than a bed of feathers -
would to touch it, be a sin?
Her fruitful lips of blissful nectar,
are an eternal passage,
covered in ethereal dew,
awaiting my soul with promises
for unseen paradisaical passion -
a taste would leave one intoxicated.
The mind pleads with time to be kind,
for the heart to remain patient -
for distance to not become an adversary.
Because,
nothing could define her elegance,
in any form of artistry;
a poet has no vocabulary,
a musician without a beat to his melody,
a painter without control in his masterstroke.
Her aroma is a rare scent from petals,
my hands could never fathom to blossom.
Her love is like the sun rays of a new dawn,
forever, ascending my heart with warmth.
I am her cloudless sky, for her glory to shine,
the ripples in her deep ocean -
for her to bathe within me.
In my quest to be within her embrace,
I shall keep the vampires from her door,
slay the demons who bring her darkness.
Face Satan in his satanic seas.
Be the whirlwind in her storm,
releasing her from chains of uncertainty.
Once, I gazed at the stars,
wondering where you were.
My musings writing about your arrival.
You appeared to end all seeking,
filling my hollowness with endearment -
became the last drop of my ink.
Forbidden fruit they had eaten
At the bidding of the snake
New ashamed that they were naked
They had to cover up, for Heaven's sake
"Adam, lets sew ourselves some fig-leaves."
"Sounds good to me, dear Eve."
God paid them no attention
Had he a trick up His sleeve?
Instead of random eavesdropping
The Lord did something eye-popping
He searched for Adam as if He had no clue
Then cried out, "Man, where are you?!"
Did the All-Seeing not know Man's whereabouts?
Did He need resort to a primal shout?...
Within God's question lies a lesson
to which some choose to adhere
God does not want man to eavesdrop
~ Do you hear?
December 11, 2019
Listening In Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
A Tear Drop on a Rose
For here I stand amongst the garden
Vines along the gated path
Songs of never left forgotten
Blooming in the aftermath
Thus I find my heart is broken
Soft the air of fragrance pure
Lush within this fertile garden
Beauty I shall see no more
Silhouettes I long to beckon
Wave as if they need me so
Shadows formed on perfect hedges
Happiness I used to know
Winds of change now come to greet me
Whispering their sad refrain
To the sky, what is the meaning
I shall never love again
Lonely now my scented feelings
Rooted in the dark abyss
Memories now cast a calling
Looking back on times to miss
If by chance you walk this garden
Here where every flower grows
Find that I have left a message
In a teardrop on a rose
`~ MoUNTAIN DRoP~
I want to be like the mountain top.
The higher I go, the less room I have to stop.
A moment to think~ a moment to slow.
With one look down!
I release my breath and let it flow.
My fallen star has hit the ground.
Life's deepest thoughts will never be found.
When no ones around!
I will allow myself to drown,
only when the world brings me down.
I want to take that key!
Turn it around, and get lost in that moment only I see.
I want to lose my soul!
I am ready to go!
I am ready to look!
Ready to fall!
Ready to leave!
Leave it all!
Jumping off the edge when I hit rock bottom.
Or, should I continue my lies
and pretend to be the best in every ones eye!
The best to climb the mountain top.
Reaching for them stars in the skies
The best~never to look down.
The best will never be good enough for me.
While I am around...
~~ SKAT ~~
Step into my silence, hear my tune
drop your music into my soul
carry parts of me not my whole
absorbed Self would fail to your core attune.
To your magic spell I’m not immune
as with your songs I long to stroll
Step into my silence, hear my tune
drop your music into my soul.
magic beyond a romantic croon
a drift over which no control
moments of bliss in words we stole
entranced I dissolve in a swoon
Step into my silence, hear my tune
drop your music into my soul.
(The rondel supreme, a French poetic form
14-line poem, Rhyme scheme : ABba/abAB/abbaAB)
In
This
Slumber
*******
Yesterday
Exists only in
Special dreams
Tomorrow it will
Exist in reality again
Resilient and offering
Delights untold expressing
Answers to ease lonely tears
Yesterdays that have seeking
Solitude and peaceful silence
**********************
Days that mask all truth
Reaching for a word
Esteem for you
And even
Me
It started high up in the clouds,
the moisture balling together until
it became a perfect tear drop hovering
then falling down, gaining speed.
Bumping into others amalgamating,
spinning dropping ever downwards.
Landing with large splash on a leaf
and trickling, running ever down.
Joining still as it flows on
over the edge to the ground.
The rain drop fell into a puddle
and spread out reflecting the sky.
Glistening, sparkling and pulsing
It follows the contours of the land
giving life to all as it passes by,
relentlessly advancing with glee.
Not over yet, it flowed into a lake
now a vast body of water it continues
onwards, ever onwards. One day it
will return to the sky. That's another story.
Drip
Drop
Water drop cascades under sapphire afterglow
Undoing 4 month deprivations
Muffled moans surround crimson fireplace
Crackling of fire
Thrusts of skin
Retinal vibrations shutter her pilot light deep within
She ascended to blue moon heights
As embers of his inferno
Bow in collective unison
Maddening grips
His fingertips draw triangular markings
Hugging curvature’s hip
Gentle bites on lower lip
He tackles her wanton hands against waterbed foundations
Her strengthened pupils reach out for 3rd eye clarity.
She asks for his dance under aggressive whisper
As he dips
Inside
Slow motion Salsa bends of her will
She crosses legs marking “X” against his spot
His relinquished hands
Slalom her vocal chords toward accentuated heavens
He exorcised her trembling inner thighs
From collapsing octaves
With eloquent, muted exhales
His hand reaches her cheek
His mouth descending towards her breast
“My lady, put that lighter down,
Let me be your cigarette.”
Drip
Drop
©11/19/2013
A Scorcher for Charlotte's contest. (Update: Tied for 2nd place. Nice!)
Tear
ooze
in drops
carries scads
gliding down contours
at the edge it drips with a plop
ease the mind of the woes, a sigh elude unawares
© Nadiya (10 March 2015)
* Chosen Poem of the Day on 12 March 2015
* Placed 2nd in the contest 'Fibonacci' by Rob Carmack on 14 March 2015
A couple of weeks ago I fell in love
OK, I will come clean and I will admit it
I’ve finally found the one I’ve been looking for so so long
I open the door and you are there
All this time you’ve been sitting patiently waiting for me
Waiting for me to reach out for you
Hold you in my hands so tenderly
Undress you and admire your wonderful form
Finally to discover your sweet soft center
Today I could wait no longer
I succumbed to your deep dark charms and I devour you
I lick my lips with satisfaction and smile a blissful smile
I confess … I ate my final Reece’s Plain chocolate Peanut Butter Cup
which has been in the fridge for three weeks
9th September 2014
flamingo boa
buzzard with a fashion knack
pink is the new black
January 10th 2018
Buzzards and Flamingos Poetry Contest
Anthony Slausin
So pristine each drop wrapped tenderly
by clouds as air into water processed.
Why a diamond shaped of natures play
or of gravity earth awaits, greedily
life yearned for its fall from grace.
Longing for its purity Man restless,
salivating for the angelic virgin to descend.
Unspoiled, unsoiled, sweetness itself only
God can create, a gift free not for man alone
but every living thing with desires to quench.
Alas! the greed in you and I, it was a gift...free.
Reached we have, into the space of angels,
we bastardised the very food of our souls
for can our thirst be quenched by oil or gold?
Answer ye to God when our time is done.
A virgin so pure God sent for our pains to endure.
Slashed, burnt smoke of 'acid' we returned.
Legacy left we are sure, but the poser imminent
when facing our Procurer; were we party to the
deflowering, the raping of that virgin drop of rain?
T M Ioane (April, 2014)
As Dr. Sharma recently quoted
“I'm just a li'l drop in a great big ocean”
AREN'T WE ALL!
But some rise above the rest and are remembered
Some are content to be just one of the crowd
It's a matter of what we're comfortable with
Some just don't realize the impact they make
On those they come in contact with
And how much they influence others
To lead a better life and become a more loving person
There are so many unique people here on the Soup
That this most definitely applies to
They are the sweetest, most loyal friends
That anyone could ask for
They make my life complete and a treasure
There are no words to describe how their friendship
Has made my life happy and content
LOVE TO YOU ALL!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014