Best Experience Poems
"A Near-Death Experience of A Sweetheart"
Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds
among white fluffy clouds and shimmering stars awhile wind unfurls
racing into darkness: destination to death's door
living in a heavenly kingdom ... forevermore ...
Traveling through deep tunnel as cold fingers touch
walls of blackened essence creating thoughts to clutch
quickly toward a bright white light of peace
my soul and spirit being experienced soft release ...
Rushing to a Paradise, landing on streets of gold
seeing the Face of God so clearly to behold
longing to embrace my dear departed family
loved ones who had gone before to their final destiny ...
Their captivating smiles excited my soul
sharing love once more as was in their earthly roll
but a huge white Angel stood between my track
he spoke mentally "child of God you must go back.
And yet, I was not sad but happy to have seen
my precious treasured relatives cuddled by Supreme Being
why? I questioned must I return to Planet Earth?
Angel responed not your time to stay
your purpose unfulfilled for God to cherish every day ...
Suddenly transported through the tunnel smelling flowers
a jorney taking minutes but feeling like hours
and soon the sights and sounds ignited quiet hospital room
while my loved ones endured possibility of doom ...
My husband was squeezing my hand so tight I felt his love
as my children sobbed so loud praying to above
my eyes opened wide as I inhaled a breath
escaping to my body while I avoided Death ...
This near-death experience was an inspiration
for another realm exists in utter fascination
for now the message lives to enjoy both love and life
have no fear for death is harmless and erases strife ...
Hover close to God and always give Him thankxxx
through trials and tribulations He relieves all angst
Treasure every moment and anticipate the end
a beutiful place is waiting reuniting family and friends ...
Kisses and hugs replaced those solitary tears
knowing what lies ahead extinguishes all fears
please celebrate the gift of life in grateful attitude
Eternity is awesome with unending interlude ...
Without a shadow's kiss
How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace
How does an oak repose?
In Twilight's waltz, secrets unroll
the mystery it bestows.
Yet in its gently budding leaves
tales of resilience compose.
How should I yearn to climb
I lack the precipice's call?
Cragged visions of distant peaks and
fallow mind
a darkened silent beckon enthrall.
Oh, to forge within,
Oh, why, doubt cloaks my inner child.
In solitude's chains
I hear the introspective thrall.
Yet, tremors are in my soul
and yet a lonely seed begins to climb
A combination of growth
harmonizing with each chime.
Nourished by tears that sow
the fertile sands of time.
My garden of emotions still hints
at a poet’s
paradisiacal paradigm.
Suddenly, a sunlit coast where dreams
unfurl in storms
A canvas painted by aspirations
that gently adorn.
With hopeful brushstrokes
life-captivating stories that plume.
A gallery of memories
a child’s kaleidoscope.
Once upon a solitary,
darkened
locked room.
Perhaps a gardener’s gentle hand
can stir the fallow ground
Fertilizing roots to depths
where true potential
once lost - begged to be found.
A dawn’s soft breath a gentle lure
perhaps to coax my dormant leaves unbound
Awakening possibilities in the quiet
yet, now fertile ground.
In stillness my thoughts emerge
unseen, a quiet vow,
An introspective voyage
on the sea of here and now.
My diamonds form from tears
not battles' echoing crown
I am a jewel of resilience
forged in the soul's darkest hour.
Mom caught her boob in the washer’s wringer
Rotor made Mom an opera singer
Tit for tat, she got redder
Pop struggled with the lever
I pulled the plug, was able to spring ‘er
Wow! Mum is the word on this awful day
We don’t refer to this deed of foul play
“Hah! Your Dad’s a dud," she cried
As with pain pills she was plied
Now under the radar Pop stays away
*Entry for David William’s Palindrome Mad Contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
Palindrome Words:
Mom, boob, rotor, tit, tat, redder, Pop, Wow, Mum, refer, deed, Hah!, Dad, dud, radar
Lying silently on my bed, eyes open wide.
Watching as darkness moves in like a heavy fog.
My breathing seems to echo against the cold walls
And my heart beats rapidly as I’m plagued with thought.
Prayer like questions, if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take, will he take me?
Instantly thoughts go to grandma, surely she’s there,
Surely her open arms will be there to greet me.
Harbouring such thoughts bring to me a peaceful smile.
I start counting all the loved ones I will soon see.
I count them as others count sheep in darkest night
They have become like soft comfort blankets to me
They make my nights less scary, should it be my time.
Soon my weary body gives way to pure darkness
I slip into a place of total nothingness
Time stands still and now I am neither here nor there
I am nowhere, floating helplessly forever
Then far off I see a light shining so brightly
Now I feel once more as my aching body hurts
I moan and roll toward the window lit with sun
Realization sinks in, I’ve made it……one more night.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.01.2014
Anthony Slausen’s Contest:
Near Death Experience
5th
The End
I am dead.
I travel towards a blue ball of LIGHT.
It calls me, communicates.
Whether we are billions, trillions or
even just millions.
we are eternal, we are one.
The time we spend on Earth
is infinitesimal.
Hate has no place inside the light.
Give people the benefit of the doubt
there is nothing to be gained or lost
you just must.
Power is fleeting and it too means nothing.
I am speaking these word out loud
but my understanding is greater than that
a lot greater.
All life is vital; all of it travels back and forth.
Cleanse your spirit your mind and heart,
forgive everyone.
Your purpose is not what it seems.
Do not be afraid of those who hate you.
Fear no one.
Fear is a wasted emotion that only drains energy.
When you speak of peace the confused will attack.
Stay kind, stay pure.
There is nothing to win
there is nothing to lose you just must.
Look deep into others eyes
there you will see who you are.
Cleanse yourself there is a light,
a life that awaits us all,
what awaits us is greater
than any words or ideas.
In our simple form
we cannot conceive the after light.
Light not dark is our destiny
brighter than you've ever seen.
Live by the light, it will set you free.
It is the peaceful who are brave.
Just rid yourself of hate believe in peace,
walk lightly and all will be clear!
We are and will always be one.
........never ever give up on anyone.........
on................any............one
........suddenly........
I am back.......
........I died
but I am back........
........I know because all my angst returns.
All my family is around me.
There are tubes down my throat
wires everywhere.
I am blessed my family with me
tears and smiles a love that blankets me.
I smile.
The Beginning.
31~10~2014
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: Near Death or Near Life Experience
Been eating medusa dates
Lovely fat juicy ones
I ate and ate them
Oh my they were so good
Why does my stomach feel *****
I thought the next day
Oh my! to the bathroom I ran
and sat , and sat and sat
Dare not leave, was in a quandary
The estate agent was calling in an hour
My mam needed a price for probate.
The smell lingered , Febreze Air, or the external fan
Couldn't remove it.
The doorbell went, I went out the back door
Left my mam to apologise, to this day
I do not eat fresh dates.
Beware of things fat and squiggy nice to eat
Can lead you into a foul smelly time.
Penned 29 April 2015
My husband and I got a new RV.
A camouflage Polaris. No small fee!
Atop a mountain hubbie took that thing,
then stopped to rest himself beneath a tree.
He got up in a while, then made a groan.
It would not start; furthermore, his phone
was out of area. What could he do?
He stayed up on the mountain all alone.
At last somebody helped my husband, so
he was able then to get a tow,
which cost a lot of money. Anyway,
I hope next time he starts it, it will go!
The next day hubbie’s back looked really sick
because he’d had the janky luck to pick
up something as he lay beneath the tree -
it was an ugly big blood-sucking tick!
Nov. 3, 2016
True story from July 2016
for Tanis Troutman's Your Last Janky Experience Poetry Contest
"Excuses: A Feminine Experience"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Oh how do I Love him....let me count the ways
But I'm tired of lying to my friends....he's just going through a phase
He works so many hours so if I just get home on time
Why do I have to choose the same time as fighting to occupy his mind
All I want is his Love....let's just get the record straight
If he hadn't been through so much, I wouldn't have to see his hate
If I didn't look so sexy while in the path of other guys
If only I could see that "I Love you" is just another of his lies
If only I could be everything he wanted in a girl
One day he will see just how much I compliment his world
If only I didn't chew so loud when I'm at the table
If I could just be more understanding, he could be more stable
They tell me I should leave, but my Love says I should stay
When he says "Baby I'm sorry," he'll get better is what I Pray
Every time he hits me....pushes or shoves
I have to forgive him....just to prove my Love
Ladies please break this chain....
Time never wasted
Envious of you sitting in this basement
Never a waste
Followed you with much drive
Now my time is occupied
Sometimes wishing I could die
Not in my nature so I strive
Wished and waited for that time
back stabbed betrayed and denied
Feeling I’ll be alone till I die
Always wishing to be by your side
Now my time is occupied
Striving for a better life that I can survive
With hopes to provide
For we have a mutual tie
Loving you will never be a lie
Time to suit up and try
Beginning to realize we’ve been freed from a lie
A relationship shouldn’t be a one way street
Except for riding on the road to defeat
For I pray you accomplish all your feats
You left me in this seat
Now my time is occupied
Just know I’ve loved you before
During and after this defeat
It was my first summer job
I didn’t feel quite ready
but I tossed all hesitation aside
it was time to stretch my wings
I felt lucky and tried to measure up
as summer camp counselor
on this beautiful woodsy island
where nature abounded
I was a full week into it
things were running smooth
I was starting to fit in as best I could
until it happened late one night
In the deepest darkness I met my nemesis
a teenie weenie itsy bitsy mouse
I let out a scream to wake the dead
that echoed clear across the lake
Coincidentally soon afterwards it was decided
they didn’t need quite as many counselors
I’ll always remember them polite as could be
as I was being thanked for my services
Read on air by invitation ~ May 19, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on April 15, 2021
The ballad most widely known
In Bhutan, a heroic tale of Tsewang Tashi.
Like the hero was selected to go
for the battle, so is he chosen to go for war
without armor.
Without armor?
would be your question.
Don't be astonished, for the war
is not against other worlds, neither between
different ethnic groups, but is the war
to combat the deadly disease of 2020,
yes! the pandemic covid-19
spreading quickly in every nation.
But why him?
would be your next question, but ask not
because he is not the king or the ministers
fighting wholeheartedly for the people.
Rather he is included,
to those group, who is on their
responsibility like any other individuals.
Why about him?
ask me that. I Phurchu Zam
like that of the heroic tale, awaits for his return.
Oh! that's about him, but its not.
For it is about Phurchu Zam
resembling my state, with hurdles in heart
massive than that of the man
who went for the war.
It is just a lonely night,
with your warmth lingering around,
just to fade away. The heroic tale
is sung and acted, mourning the tragedy
of nation's great hero. But who have the idea
what Phurchu Zam went through?
With her two fatherless kids,
with her hope like that of wings of a bird.
And that wings were broken,
For there is no hope, waiting for him.
I will wait, Just like Phurchu Zam
as he is my Tsewang Tashi.
Then am I her? No I am not,
For my hero will come
serving our country, with his selfless duty.
For he will be back,
as he knows his Phurchu Zam is waiting
counting on every seconds, for his
RETURN. He will be back,
without a wound in his body
though he went to fight,
A war without armors.
I have sang with Tennessee the song of the south,
I have kissed many tender lips with my crimson
mouth.
I have been with Politicians to the mountain top,
I have crossed without doubt the red gates that writ
in it, "STOP".
I have danced with a cotton dress that danced in
the wind,
And cheated on my wife and told my conscience,
"Never mind".
I married two wives just to see if the love was the
same,
I have covered with filth and fame my precious
name.
Listen to he that sits down to write who has stood
up to live
Than he who writes but his heartfelt shot didn't
give.
Is wisdom found not amongst the experienced and
aged?
Really what shore can you learn from a bird that's
caged?
I have made mistakes and lived my wasted years,
But this I learned, that wisdom and knowledge do
not dwell on a table of fears.
A treasure trove
delicately opened
Anticipation's tingling...
Waves of pleasure
pour over breathless fingers
Enchanted readers
pore over fields of precious letters
O traveler what miles you've crossed
what memories you've gleaned
what nightmares lost O ragged one
what moments in between
O traveler what compels thee on
what keeps thy footsteps light
what long held quest O vagabond
which haunts thee thru the night
O traveler I wish for thee
thy prize to one day see
that you might rest O weary one
that you might be set free
My cares and woes, he listens with his heart.
He adores my poetry and my art.
He helps me spin my truth when I am sad.
In some ways he reminds me of my dad.
I have known him since he was a young boy.
And he has given me enormous joy.
Together we have three beautiful girls.
But only one had those natural curls.
We are connected by experience.
Laughing at identical things at once.
Finish each other’s sentences daily
Living in a mutual place gaily
Often ask each other what did you say?
Mimicking parrots we are every day
Written 11-21-2019
Poem: Friendship Sonnet
Sponsor: Regina Riddle