Best Erase Poems
To Erase The Memory Of You
To erase the sunspots of the mind,
The memories that are you,
The dotted sunshine through the years,
Enslaved in lover’s hue.
To rid the body of all the pain
And showers flooding through,
Grey clouds that dissipated
With your songs and rainbow view.
To have lived a life having never known
The warmth and deep connect,
The nurture feigned for access,
Prior to drought and harsh neglect.
To forget the madness of the love
And desire I felt so true
Would be the agony and ecstasy
In this garden made for two
To forgive and not forget
Is now all that will ensue,
But I forgive myself for loving you
For it wasn’t hard to do.
17th October 2019
Midnight Aurora
She That Time And Fate Can Never Erase
BEHOLD- she that a torn heart can repair,
a Venus that bright stars envy and praise
she that reflects morn's firstborn golden rays
sumptuous love, beyond mortal compare!
Soft as silk glistening as fallen dew
blithe spirit, born of Aphrodite's gifts
she of dreams, radiant hope sent so swift
treasured kisses that sets my world anew!
State of resplendent royal purple glow
siren serenading sweetest of songs
awarding respite from world's teeming throngs
sweet as honey, pure as fresh fallen snow!
"O, but for that end true love reunites,
may destiny's arrows fly swift and right!
Darling, my beloved- of beauty's grace
She that Time and Fate can never erase!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-25-2020
Sonnet, plus two( Lind-Sonnet And Two )
( Born of a summer of love in 1973 )
Yet now, thrives as a dream that was
once lived and now tis' deeply treasured!
Dedicated to the inspiration that Byron
and his magnificent poetry that he has
gifted to this too oft dark and sad world....
Severed from the cut of your jib
Alone my aching heart's
Vitality left on a baited breeze
Erasing what was left of me
Memories oh sweet sweet memories
Erase this daunting pain
Plucked from a sacred truth
Left to soar in a clouded blur
Erase this scary dream
Alone my aching heart
Sleeps
Erase these fateful dreams
Chalkboard solitude eats at my mind
My fingers leave scars in the written words
And behind me a herd of sheep cries out
As the remaining words run red
And blood drizzles down the board
My thoughts were abhorred
But my actions were lauded
What a twisted juxtaposition
Mindlessness is a cancer
So critical of every flawed detail
But envious of others despite their ineptitude
And fire could burst from my fingertips
You'd never know it from all the silence
And when I finally turn around
What a surprise it is
To find me alone in the white walled room
Dreaming of yesteryear
But there's paint chipping on the wall
And I dig away at it
And behind the whiteness of the walls
Is a mold that runs deep
That's been festering for over a decade
These white walls are merely a facade
For an ugly truth buried beneath
That bequeaths me with sorrow
And when I turn back around
The chalkboard remains
Without any words
They hadn't spoken for over ten years
A father and daughter ~ How could it be?
Perchance they talked telepathically through tears
Was his intuition prophetic?
Would she be empathetic?
He picked up the phone ~ Let's see!
Dialing the number, his blood ran cold
Hesitating, he questioned his goal
What if this call causes sorrow untold?
He trembled, and sighed a deep sigh
The call would be hello again or goodbye--
Forever! ~ He tugged at the pain in his soul...
May 08, 2018
Erase my existence
I break my own heart
until the black smoke infests
breathless lungs,
tortured by the taste
of soul’s inkless touch.
If I am your refrain ~
burn my name
into the pulse of pain,
I need not the sermon
for loneliness
as love asks me to
simplify my demons.
If only words could warm
the wounds I wear
like a warrior lost
in the toxic wilderness of want,
perhaps the algebraic angst
would no longer multiply
and divide the despair,
subtract the sickness
estimate the end ratio
from the sum of somberness
to leave and resolve
a remorseless remainder
too erratic for the
sapphire sigh.
I am an equation
without an equilibrium
measuring the metaphorical
distance between your
dreams and my darkness,
a shattered diamond
scattered on the tip of
infinite intersection of infatuation,
calculating the chaos
amidst your fickle fractions,
I wander as the unknown,
faithless ~ consumed in fears
like a forgotten kiss from grief.
So let the numbers roll numb,
toss a silver to the twisted
tower of garnet tears,
there I will forever remain
the quiescence that failed
to quantify quaking skies
of conflicted clouds,
carrying tales I wove
as if I asked for
this walking nightmare.
Must your hustling highs
see the muse of madness
losing sanity?
I know myself in this
mathematical mayhem ~
a variable without a value,
collapsing into complex
combinations of
constant nothingness,
a negative numeral
drained behind a decimal point,
a disappointment hidden
beneath matte curves
of lipstick lullabies
posted on the walls
of sinners and sunsets.
I never wanted to be the reason
your rhymes wept,
but I am doomed,
a jinxed Juliet of sorrow...
I could have been
your guardian glow,
glistening in confetti gold ~
yet, I am too broken
to be your pink-laced star-catcher,
it isn’t written in fate;
it’s tattooed in bones.
this is the sound of tainted trammels
releasing you from the
smoldering
skin of eternal inferno ~
pardon the paranoia
it's haunted inside,
this is my
island
of
s t
o r
m
s ...
Ink quills and vellum
Sensitivities on rags
The bard's monument
For Mr. Brian Stand's contest:
Poetry of the Noun
Once there was a man called Alex, the goose
His philosophy “Daddy daddy oh my Daddy” base?
“Don’t, na na” “Don’t na na”
“Don’t na na” “Don’t na na”
Bloody what a song to erase!
How do I erase you from my mind when you are my every thought no matter how busy I am or try to be?
How do I erase you from my heart when I didn’t choose to fall in love with you?
You are every thought before my eyes even open and every last thought before they shut and without even being able to control it, I meet you in my dreams wish they were a reality.
You are still the one I want to talk to every day. The one I want to turn to when things go wrong or things go right.
Perchance, if I could parts of life erase,
by careful choice select the times to keep,
I’d treasure love’s long walks on sunny days,
and cast aside the shade where I did weep
upon the morn you closed your eyes to mine,
forsaking me to chase a wanton breeze;
negate the lapse between my heart and thine,
to hold the nights we lay entwined with ease.
If this eraser I should choose to wield,
to moor thy heart and gently clip thy wing,
I ask, in time, would wretched fate be sealed,
as I, unmeant, forbade thy soul to sing?
Speak fondly to me from thy heart’s refrain,
that I may know my love was ne’er in vain.
*** for 'Rub it Out' contest
I try so hard
to forget you,
but the truth
is I can't live
without you.
My days are
unforgettable,
my nights are
unbearable.
Ever since you
went away, my
life is not the
same.
How do I erase
you, the one I
gave my heart
to.
Give me a reason
to walk away, my
heart cries out...
Please stay !!
If we were never
meant to be, then
why can't I let it be.
Written by: Poet Shi
I take your medal out of the treasure box every once in a while
nestled in between hair locks baby shoes and sepia photographs
it portrays a powerful image of glory success victory and loss
and reminds me of ambiguities effort strength youth and deception
Mom you won the laurels as a young German diving champion
summersaulting from the high platform of contest and stealth
your only fault was that of living under Nazi rule and contempt
for equality diversity human rights minorities and ethical laws
But you were still a child in age and at heart innocent and naive
jumped into the waters of body and mind as a juvenile protege
The Allies wanted to confiscate the reward under Denazification
eager to erase evil from history books and the lure in admonition
Your father pleaded to let you keep what was yours to cherish
earned without ideological stride but competitive dedication
and the American officer relented took the badge to a goldsmith
to return it once the Svastika had been erased from the trophy
When I look at the accolade today I see proud eyes and sadness
dust it off at regular intervals and remind myself that all politics
are personal and it’s rightly impossible to escape the verdict of time
but my love for you has never faded as you rest in heaven and weep
9th March 2021
My Mom was thirteen when she received the medal
expositions, preminitions
dry-erasers falling from the sky.
but I've got a chalkboard for a
raincoat and a half dozen reasons
to change my expression.
synthetic saliva in some neon colored
sharpie highlighters.
misplaced emphasis in shades of
bright yellow..
verbs and pronouns ask all the questions,
to vulgar to be put into print..
once an epileptic discourse unraveled and convulsed
beautifully off of my tongue.
sitting in the corner shaking violently
at the wrist. slumping at a computer
writing poetry with a pocket full of
felt tipped markers.
watching the clock turn slowly
at night shift in a breakroom.
stealing away to heaven in a fit
under the hum of some ballis
lights.
Sensation
I need in desperation
with your lips I adoringly trace in my deep imagination,
inch by inch...slowly...feel it's softness dry in sweet aspiration
fingers tremble, shaking in adoration.
Saw you bite your lips
hmn...smiled in devil sleek
eyes are staring so intensely, I leap
burning my desire as I blushed red on my cheeks!
Then urge arises, as we come deeper
amidst of our talks and burning calls,
we felt the desire, express it clearer
how we love the intense of our lust together!
"Erase the pain of my lips", you said
trace me with your tongue as I laid
from these dreams we made and plan in real
come, touch me with your lips, erase my pain!
Inner Whispers
Erase The Human Race
With one empty space
I can erase the human race
From the daze of the gray haze
When the days create the case
For an ironic song of wrongly structured
Verbs where every line is on the curb
With one solitary tap of the keyboard
I can record morbid and sordid chords
Abhorred by the hordes of lords
Who were painted so high on the fly
Like false dimes in time to rhyme
On the memory of a fallen poet
And we could surely blow it
We all know it
With one line we define our humanity
On the pages of insanity
Locked in the basement of vanity
Our fingers feverishly fingering
A fake falsetto
Over orange skies
Like flies we flock to the newest thing
Which brings us to sing of rings and bling
While we fling the wings of the king
The keys are falling all around
Found and bound and bounced
And flaunted by the haunted and daunted
Who thought they could do the right thing
When the fight tonight on this moonlight sonata
Could bring the end to our technological structure
It's with one empty space
That I can erase the human race