Best Dwells Poems
Oh, there was a past time when though my path was rough:
Joy once dallied in my heart but death now dwells-
like the frosty silence of a tomb.
In agony, I journey a stone path,
I am lost in endless weeping and grief.
In placid hours come thoughts like a winter dream:
Earth embrace him,
love, laid to rest!
My soul is aching and I am sleepy with numb pain:
Joy once dallied in my heart but death now dwells-
let him rest with dust in his eyes.
Oh, no more will he stir, nor breath,
how white the cemetery and how snowed-in.
I visit his tomb and stand suspended in time:
In this dead place,
by a frozen river.
Suddenly, the wind is kicking up the snow drifts:
the trees shake as a wild wind whistles
in winter pines,
overhanging boughs
pulling my hair:
I whisper- is that you my love . . . .
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March 1, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Death: Now Dwells
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1119263-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Dance with Death
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
Categories:
dwells, death,
Form:
Verse
Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams
Deep the cold at foot of our abandoned bed
where roses wilt, praying early frost to die
Green-eyed monster laughing loud to be fed
your new "friends" gladly providing the lie
No pleasure in revealing this most foul deed
no solace in showing past pain in new light
Was too late once you took on the bad seed
turning once bright day into darkest night
What of fantastic past joys we had both shared
morns wrapped in warm bodies refusing to rise
In darkness, my soul and heart was ensnared
took years to recover from that surprise.
Now your love, dwells there in hellish and lost dreams
My spirit glows in relief, in love's true streams.
R.J. Lindley,
Sept 12th 1976
Sonnet, 11 on 10....
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Total # Words: 116
New Note( the old note and its cursing deleted)- These decades later the powerful dream still comes attempting to haunt.
I wake with a smile knowing I survived and eventually prospered...
Categories:
dwells, art, dark, heartbreak, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
To define innocence in the
countenance of a child's smile
and love's eminence in wildflowers,
conceive infinity in exalted ocean's roar
whilst summer breezes glance splendor
flourishing jasmine and hummingbirds
amidst evermore expansive sunrises,
whence space and time ceases to exist
thereupon shall enlightenment dwell
Categories:
dwells, analogy, child, flower, inspiration,
Form:
Light Verse
The mind of the human being,
Is complex at the very best.
It tries the patient heart of God,
And puts men's faith to test.
To say that we are food for thought,
Is to say the very least.
We're an endless mix of emotions,
A regular mental feast;
For the heart of man is his essence,
That which makes him what he is.
It's how he thinks that rules the man,
Controls the way he lives,
And the essence of Man is his spirit,
Which dwells inside the head,
For as he thinks so is he,
Is what The Prophet said;
So if you will define the man,
First learn the way he thinks.
Observe the way he lives his life,
The cup from which he drinks.
Categories:
dwells, philosophy,
Form:
Quatrain
No candy or flowers did he offer,
something more special,
the gift of his heart, he gave
mine already his.
I accepted his ring
and the love it would bring.
We exchanged wedding bands.
He took my hand, kissed my fingers.
We smiled and shared new adventures.
Happy home in a world of our own.
We promised to be true
then we said, "I do."
Our nights were filled with stars
and for a while all was well.
But darkness of another kind
moved in and hunted prey.
Which one would it devour?
I fought against its power.
I wept for the promise he didn't keep
for the gift that he took back
Lost to me was his heart
lost was mine as well.
He dwells in depths I dare not enter.
Satan the landlord; he the renter.
Categories:
dwells, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
My
heart
now dwells
faraway
where my love has gone.
I am as timid as a fawn
because I have been left all alone in my sadness.
Love promises no guarantee, no forever after. We are pawns in games of chess.
February 1, 2017
Form F-poetry contest
by Broken Wings
Categories:
dwells, absence, lost love,
Form:
Fibonacci
Her eye balls gleam as bright night light
Her brow hairs, blinking black as ackee seed
Sag upon themselves
And the two curve as crescent of half moon
I mesmerize whenever she grins
And I wonder, are these teeth or diamonds?
And an utterance from her
Makes me fall into a trance
And as it chimes in my hearing
And I vend her name within a million times
And I think it never halt
And I become a child
Savouring the company of a toy
Her prettiness, her look
I wonder her ilk.
Categories:
dwells, love, romantic,
Form:
Romanticism
I find in a godless society
versed so to speak openly correct
truth always becomes the first casualty aborted
It comes under attack with twisted views
heartless beings cursing every good value upside down
whom use vulgar words in order to silence the true facts
Craving acceptance pride filled bullies
condemning souls through their wickedness of deeds
displayed boastfully ignorant goats
Taking away rights it is where it all begins displacing people
stripping us into the core of sanity where hope is lost virtues
focusing on those without sin making them feel dirty for having a choice
A communist state of affairs under lawless acts hide stupid apes
has now entered our modern day democracies underhanded failures
baffoons filled with corruptions sins rotten to the core exist
Categories:
dwells, abortion, cancer, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Terza Rima
When little I knew the love of my parents,
And of my big sister;
Of my grandma and grandpa full of giving,
I lost my sister early.
A piece of me is gone,
I love her as though she was still part of life;
I loved my husband so much,
He waits down a winding road.
My two babies are entwined in my heart forever,
Although they never saw the sky;
Love is in the winding vine of life,
Love . . .
There is the love of friends that are so special,
The unconditional love of pets.
My father left me suddenly and I was shattered,
Oh I weep for mother;
She is an angel up above that watches over me,
Grandpa, oh deep that love.
Grandma taught me to write,
And I love my writing skill that the Lord above gave;
And I love to dance and twirl,
Love is a tangled forest stream.
Love is forgiveness and love is accepting the negative,
Seeing beyond the words;
Love that exists for all time,
Love . . .
Can be found in fragments of sweet loving moments,
Love dwells within this heart.
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September 30, 2015
Verse
Categories:
dwells, love,
Form:
Verse
Tuaoi stone dwells in silence
Tuaoi stone dwells in silence
Beneath the Atlantic waves,
Director of the traffic flow,
Controller of Aeroplanes,
Valixi flew with power guidance,
from point to point with ease,
Submarines were directed and powered,
by this crystal fired machine,
Perhaps it doesn’t really know,
It’s work still done, unclear?
Beneath the briny undertow,
Does it work it’s magic here?
Remote control of Aeroplanes,
Controlled, a few thousand years ,
Perhaps Bermuda Triangle
Has some landing lanes, I fear,
And controller of the ages,
Is still at work right here,
When tractor beams engage,
Sits traffic controller one?
Landing another straying Jet,
It’s just its job, gets done?…
Don Johnson
Categories:
dwells, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Seeds of pomegranate
in my belly
This girl wonders how much of her
Is alive
above ground
Or circling Cerebus
as he chases his tail
(If u r stuck in a dream then aren't u only half living?)
I live with eyes wide open
The Gorgon's stare does not deter
We use people as tarot cards
to guide our destiny
Entrails are likely more reliable
Categories:
dwells, allegory, angst, confusion, death,
Form:
Free verse
iv.
By Thanksgiving, their machinations no longer discreet,
Voices from the walls and vents, betrayed their deceit.
My family revealed as demons in flesh-and-blood guise,
Christmas Day was the day they had plotted my demise.
My nightmares more horrific, as that curséd day drew near,
Every morning, drenched in sweat, consumed by my fears.
So, I wore the mask of loving dad, right up till the Eve,
One last dream of the woman offering my reprieve.
"Your family is wicked. They'll kill you while you sleep.
Take the axe from the shed—when you swing, bury it deep."
v.
Christmas Eve, bright and early, I quietly left the room,
My family still sound asleep, silent as a tomb.
They awoke to hot cocoa, crackling fire, freshly fallen snow,
The smell of gingerbread, apple cider, their faces all aglow.
We spent the day playing games, told 'em how much I loved them,
Then kissed my wife off to bed, grabbed my son and hugged him.
"I care for you and your mom and would only do what's best.
I'll come wake you when Santa's gone," his head against my chest.
"I can’t wait! Goodnight, dad!" He bounded off to bed.
As soon as his door had closed, I headed to the shed.
With gas can and axe in hand, I moved with hurried stride,
And kicked open wide the door, where the first demon I spied.
With the axe, forty whacks, when I saw what I'd done,
I kicked down the other door, then swung forty-one.
I moved from room to room, possessed with righteous purpose,
Made the sign of the cross as I doused every surface.
The last drop, the living room, tossed aside the can,
Where among the gifts, an envelope, signed with child’s hand.
I removed a card and read—To The World's Greatest Dad!
With a photo of our family and the happy life we had.
I slumped beside the Christmas Tree with lit match and tearful gaze,
Then screamed as it and my wretched soul went up in hellish blaze.
As the flames consumed the heavens, a woman cackled with delight,
Disembodied laughter, that faded with the night.
Categories:
dwells, betrayal, christmas, family, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
Wherever Your spirit Dwells My Mother
I'm sorry that in our time mental illness was so carefully hidden
a Christian's cross to bear - no cure under Heaven
Until it was too late.
Hell! Now days there's a bipolar milk shake to help you get out of bed.
I'm sorry no one heard your pain, that dad was too busy being a Preacher
that my sisters and I were too busy growing up.
You lived a sad life upon this planet.
You never really got to know your children
haunted by a childhood your could not forgive
you struggled to find meaning in a world of foster care.
You could not get beyond yourself and learn to trust.
Your last days were spent in anger
hitting out at any one still hanging in there with you.
I need you to know that your life was not wasted my Mother,
for you taught me how to live my life.
Those hours sitting at your side watching you smoke and drink coffee
hearing the stories over and over again of the sadness of your life
and the country western songs of woe you sang so beautifully
I learned to listen. I learned to be compassionate. I learned to care.
You took me to my first opera, my first Broadway musical
you made me beautiful clothes and taught me how to sew
you showed me how to decorate a home and love a dog.
You taught me the value of kind words, how to know when to be still.
You taught me that laughter heals almost all wounds and
to be thankful for every happy moment that comes along
no matter how short a time that might be.
So this Mother's Day, Wherever Your spirit Dwells My Mother
thank you for my life. I love you now and always. Happy Mother's Day.
Categories:
dwells, mental illness, mother daughter,
Form:
Narrative
Her beauty dwells unfettered by
Disguise, pretense or scheme
But heaven-sent as dove in flight
Majestic and serene
She shows without, what glows within
Through purpose not misplaced
The warmth and grace of summer winds
Where sadness melts away
And from her lips flow words so kind
Not earned, but just because
She looks past flaws for hopeful signs
Of victory, not loss
When life deals blows and I need rest
She offers me her arms
Alee from harm with tenderness
My troubles are soon calmed
And though her face be more than fair
Her mouth, eyes, nose and chin
That regal skin cannot compare
Her beauty dwells within
Categories:
dwells, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Human kindness needs a place to dwell
The chosen dwelling an open heart
To be protected and kept safe
A home that grace does impart
Kindness needs a place of warmth
To be nurtured and survive
A home full of love and joy
To happily grow and thrive
Kindness needs to be cherished
Valued and kept whole
A heart abundant with kindness
Creates a caring kind soul …….
Categories:
dwells, joy,
Form:
Rhyme