Best Edges Poems
ebony edges
twilight blackens sketched shadows~
scarlet-stained sunset
dusk dribbles dewdrops
flower petals atrophied~
evening primrose, bloom
pinwheel galaxies
swirling stars orbit black holes~
bats shadow the night
dawn pierces night's heart
scarlet wounds bleed crimson light~
a hummingbird's hum
day resurrected
scurrying shadows scatter~
colors coalesce
Categories:
edges, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Haiku
Blue-checkered curtains are faded and drawn,..
after the years since she made them from gunny-sack cloth
The Singer, long idle, now gathers more dust,
with its needle still threaded and the treadle at rest
As I clear out the room, I think of long hours
of foot-peddled power, and strength in her soul.
She would unroll the fabric of roses and flowers,
with determined resilience in dark circled eyes.
But prudence, endurance, would salvage a way
Abandoned and left in a sea of lost dreams
She picked up the pieces, of patterns and hems
Making a living, and raising her kin,
didn't come easy, but she had to win
A life left unraveled, she must sew up again.
Working past midnight. Spindles would spin. Somehow rekindled
to live once again.
Making ends meet. Selvedge edges and hems
Sowing her heart, sowing her skill, and sowing her soul
Sewn together again
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4/20/18
Categories:
edges, courage, endurance, family, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.
Proverbs 16: 18
she stood tall on the jagged edges of the cliff
face worried as she noticed the rough seas
whilst above high dark clouds rumbled
though the sun shone straight at her face
could it enlighten her about what had happened
thoughts came and went, as she remembered
the letter he had sent her and wondered
was she deceived by her soldier and sister
he insulted her refusing to marry him
and she insulted him back vowing
she would never marry him come what may
still thoughts rumbled inside her mind
was he really proud or was she prejudiced
the jagged edges of a knife pierced her soul
could there have been some half-truths in his insults
she still hated him but admired his handsome face
facts churned in her head and confused her even more
could she face those jagged edges of truths
she turned and walked down the rough cliff
her soul lacerated with truths and pride
Placed 1
Categories:
edges, emotions, pride,
Form:
Free verse
blank-faced the page calls
each pounded pore of rice waits
brush tips dance on pointed toe
or fall like curtains
stark poser of questioned light
much more is left than finished
softer surface calls
needle prick the skin of white
adorning torsos and limbs
shaded dragon roil
as biceps flex and uncurl
much more is left unfinished
sea green stones of jade
shade and shadowed by chisel
leaves and limbs of trees precise
form rows dark and light
frozen forests unmoving
much more is left unfinished
First Published in Eunoia Fall of 2014
Categories:
edges, art,
Form:
Free verse
The quiet peace where webs of sleep enrapture,
in twilight thought - the precipice of dreaming.
It's there, the unmapped thresholds of conception
begin to splay within a sultry slumber
the embryos of covert premonitions...
Categories:
edges, dream,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Sharp The Edges, Of Poet's Pen Turned To Fight,
( New Dawn,Third Battle And Final Slash ) -
Part Three
From within, a gifted calm brings a tranquil peace
to poet's soul that searched and found a new lease
and with foresight decided to take pen to write,
about shadowy black beast, that stabs in dark of night.
Now massive strength that old poets's pens often yields
succors heart and grants victory on battlefields
new ink hones blade, gifts poetic words that destroy,
that savage beast that sought to make a whipping boy!
From poetry comes a Light that, gives true powers
which destroys wicked beasts, lurking in dark towers
by shining wisdom from classic poetic verse,
to cut those, that such illuminations do perverse.
Lo! Be aware what may be found seeking true Light
Sharp the edges, of poet's pen turned to fight!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2019
Sonnet, ( The Third And Final Battle-- Part Three)
Conclusion- Three Part Series..
Note: This is the last to be written on this subject in regards to
this specific incident. I offer this series for the hiding fool,
the worthless opponent to come on and try to refute.
nuff said... old poet, Still writing...
Categories:
edges, art, character, courage, judgement,
Form:
Sonnet
Drawing and life are similar
The edges in a drawing are blended away
The tight edges in life soften with time
We love more, and see our fraility more
With blessed time, time we are given
Time to know our edges are soft
Time to know we need a loving redeemer
Time for faith to grow deep
Thanksgiving grows with a deep faith.
Categories:
edges, faithlife,
Form:
Free verse
She decides,
it is set;
her eyes
ask
and answer.
Shoulders
stretch
back,
one higher
than the other,
breasts
push
out,
pelvis in-to
a shallow c-shape,
rhythmic movements
like breathing,
more gliding
than walking;
a slight touch,
then
a slow turn
to the right,
slender fingers
moving
the air of
her body
deep
inside
his space -
her seduction dance.
Categories:
edges, dance,
Form:
Free verse
“Should we deny ourselves pain, we would deny ourselves entry through many doors in our heart leading to where our soul patiently waits.” Poet
Many cannot conceive truths the faithful believe,
such as jagged edges lead us to deep places
where tranquility waits to be reality.
If only brains could disengage that souls alone
decided what to leave behind or closely hold.
When I stumble from life's roughness and bruises swell,
I cannot help but deep dwell in my heart and soul
where my injured bits sit ripped in cramped, frozen fits.
If we do not hurt, we do not bleed a true need
to learn which medical aids best persuade healings.
Life often snags me in jagged edged episodes
until I repair all frailty-stretched through prayer
and place it in my Father's hands of perfect grace.
The more jagged edges adhere, tagged for repair,
the more need we build to yearn for and turn to God
which grows awareness of our true depth caresses.
Fear no roughness on your heart but recall toughness
in your faith that will divinely define what gift
the rift can bring forth, be it soul growth or knowledge.
Jagged edges can teach us more than a college.
Categories:
edges, angst, conflict, deep, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
i stand
on time's dunes
tracing the edges
of dreams
your whispers
softly falling
on a breeze
as the ocean
seduces
her sands
through a climax
of moans
glistening
beneath the moon
my shadow
full on thoughts
of you
Categories:
edges, dream, moon, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
.
Rock walls jagged edges
Beauty protection question
Where do all roads lead
Imagine Lennon
Performing on Mosaic
Central park design
Poet's deep deep thoughts
Dreamer living for moment
Moments_yesterday
Contest:"Your Thoughts" contest
Sponsor:Michael J. Falotico
Written by:Sara Kendrick
Categories:
edges, fantasy, history, imagination, life,
Form:
Haiku
The fog slowly creeps its dampness covers everything
All of nature now fuzzy around its wet edges
Fog settles like damp blanket 'pon the hedges
Wind tossed pines' sighs float through the hedges
The Dove's sudden coo lifts spirits of everything
Still no red sun seen lifting gray from the edges
Humans are confused_still damp around edges
They seek a life of gratifying hedges
Who don't want to work but desire everything
They want free everything_soft edges with all hedges
Inspired by Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Introducing Tritina ( a new poetry form for you!)
Written this 24th day of February 2013
Not an entry....
Categories:
edges, life, nature,
Form:
Tritina
I often see you falling into the depths of that silly word, made to torment and pleasure,
catching us and squeezing until there is nothing left, the snake with its prey
Love how deceiving it can be. Your deliberate steps toward that jagged edge, bare foot
and bleeding, I know that I must brace myself. So high as you imagine your whole world
centered on him whichever him it is this time. Like a drug you crave I know I should not
let you go, but yet I can’t stop myself from giving you the needle, I might as well be
piercing your cold white skin myself, marking you yet knowing that reality needs to be
set. How can I not when I have seen you crumple in fear and die within yourself over and
over? How can I not when after so many falls you keep picking yourself up again and
somehow finding a way to move on? How can I ignore your scars, your pleas for reassurance
of this new conquest? You are my sister; we have shared lives and secrets so deep within
ourselves that we thought we’d never resurface. I know your deepest fears and sorrows,
those moments of pain I was always there. And now I see another climax in the turbulence
of the life you’ve chosen. I see the signs all over again and I know that the chances are
few and more often than not love is killed in the battle. And yet I can not tell you so.
I can not cut you down when you have made it so high, each branch you climb steeper than
the rest. I wish I could spare you of the sorrows and inevitable sting when we clean the
wounds. Still I find myself standing numb as you approach that edge, shouting under my
breath as I struggle to keep you safe, yet still unmovable, this paralysis proving to be
my ultimate downfall. But when the ground comes rushing up, the body raw and broken, we
will pick up the pieces of your mind and soul, together no matter how many cliffs we summit.
Categories:
edges, friendship, sister
Form:
What provides comedians the gift of speech
uncensored with lessons that teach?
Their open mindedness provoking ease
undeterred to speak as they please.
How easily the comedic commentary flows
to places typical populace dare not go
and those few who do
too easily are declared hatred spewed.
I cannot judge, it is not my place
and it stares me in the face.
that history can be lost
at freedoms repeated cost.
Today there are so many points off limits
words not to say in any scrimmage;
should they slip out no matter how you pretend
they are deemed words none dare defend;
unless -
race, gender or personage might use them
it's understood, they are free to abuse them.
I'm not prejudiced, no, really I'm not
but every now and then I have to question saying
WHAT? -
some random thought emerges
with a hint of deceptive questioning surges
Can't I reason and ponder
without fear I am on the brink
of vocalizing what I might think.
Comedic relief displays,
the hidden prejudice revealed in wordplay;
for blacks to say the N word is okay and accepted
but for the whites it is hatred protected;
while LBGT communities seek unity
others are not allowed displeasured scrutiny;
your religion is blind faith for Muslim and Jew
should you practice in this state if it's not my view?
how often is it true
that what we say is not what we always do.
Indeed, there are those
who speak hatred in their prose
but not everyone is afraid
to say that freedom is a sharpened blade.
Freedom of speech, the right to bear arms,
Freedom of religion without harm;
the Bill of Rights fought and well payed
too easily fades away on the paper frayed.
George Carlin revealed it all so well
surely those thoughts and images, could not send us all to hell.
“If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe,
then I’d have to say that the universe aimed rather low
and settled for very little.”
Categories:
edges, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
Yes, the cry got it to settle
now so new, in its own class
see one cow to add on a cattle
wax the gut for the raw grass
to and fro to hit its mettle
gun the toe to be as brass
the pea is in a hot kettle
let it hit and win the glass
a new kid on the candle
bag of air lag not the kindle
low fun via age on the swindle
now old, ago, a new basket
saw, led and ran the market
all now the end in a big casket
Categories:
edges, adventure, life,
Form:
Sonnet