Best Far Off Poems
I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE
Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you?
Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing
behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies,
its shadowy light floods the shivering sea,
I, standing still amidst the tickling water,
my teary eyes softly wander upon endless horizon,
my hypothermic skin long for the kisses puffed by you.
Barefooted, I amble along the silky sands
seagulls fingers rushing to caress my feet but
droplets of August rain run fast above my head.
The crisp wind wafts whispering something in my ear
t'was the songs we sang second week of February
honeysuckle times gone but still my celcius sprint.
Softly, I tread back to memoirs playing a chemistry
where there catena of reactions descry revealing we...
Cleansed from river tears, blessed by suns of home,
my heart didn't surrender in wanting your presence soon.
Crossing limitless borders where our lamp is trust,
the choice to continue gleams in the name of freedom,
as we daily counteract two strategic villains:
the odd times and the eight thousand miles distance.
Yes, afar but this NOT THE BARRIER. Us baring our souls.
Us stepping onward, offering ourselves, to attain one goal.
I listened close to your voice as we talk by phone
My oh my, your tone, your giggle magnify my thoughts!
but this not enough 'cause I yearn to hold you most.
I want to ask: what is it that's not in my heart
that fate acted so long in keeping us apart?
Perhaps... Ah perhaps! This must be for us
to rightly spell the language of love...
The long distance vanguished, frozen fears diminished,
sapphire eyes cushioned by cherry color skin sings
as he stares whole from rosy chocolate coated cutis
to eyes touching tears, directly screaming: "I love you..."
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EPIC ---ONLY - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name -- SKAT A
~7th Place~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
10:59am, July 24, 2015
far off memories
like scattered dreams
lie dormant
waiting
to come to life
and haunt
hurt
cause negative emotions
good dreams
where are you hiding
those wonderful dreams
with grand emotions
are you layered
deep within
the recesses of those cogs
where the wheels have not turned
in a very long time?
In starry silence and deepest sleep,
I hold vivid memories and a treasured secret
close to my heart of a long ago summer love.
Ours, was a season carved from the sun's caress,
from a sun that never set (even when the moon shone bright).
I cherished the time I held your hand, my handsome stranger.
Every waking moment was blissful and fantasies in darkness
sweetened my slumber. Our love was daring and true
but was a story never meant to be told, not even to
the icy winds blowing through my winter nights.
With you, I was lustrous in youthful glow, plucked
like a flower in morning dew, and still hungry for life
with an adventurous spirit. I called you, your warm words,
and the wild heart within them, my second home.
I was entranced by your stare; each passion-kissed day
alone with you was tethered loosely to the next
perfect, steamy day. The summer's citrus sun sprayed
light upon perfumed petals in our garden of love.
I could have pulled away before autumn's chill
but yearned to be held captive by, to know intimately,
the shackles of your love until I could no longer breathe
or desire from you more than I could give of myself.
A girl became a woman when the ripe August moon
shared its silver beams of passion in that far off, exotic place.
Brilliant in mind, it seems like yesterday but was many years ago.
As quick as you stepped into my life, you were gone,
taking with you the sultry sun and late summer moon –
you were a stranger I knew too well but not well enough
to mourn. I’m older now, busy with responsibilities.
My skin, slightly weathered, is thicker. I carry the weight
of my mistakes on my back, and still, I stand tall.
I share my strength, my love, my embrace, but
I carry the secret of you closer to my heart as I age.
Our summer memories are a part of my dreams
and the source of many misty-eyed smiles in sunlight.
For Frank's Love In A Far Off Place Contest, 7/26/15
Listen as the wind whispers
secrets of my lost past.
It howls at my melancholy miseries,
shrieks at my heinous sins,
warning me of a fatal future
that is sure to be my looming last.
My destiny lies in my hands
as I linger in indecision
with your shadow in my heart.
For I cannot stop loving you
I cannot live a normal life
I hunger for food of love,
Only I can find none.
Whither shall I go?
The future is dark and uninviting.
My past is filled with fear,
my present is full of sorrow.
I think of you and my starved heartbeats
in dangerous arterial fibrillation.
I close my eyes in anguished hope
but cannot calm my tattered nerves
as the wind continues with its howls
for winter is sure to extend its days
although I believe and sincerely hope
that sublime spring is coming soon.
We'd made a dawn start that day, following in his footsteps, as
apparently Jesus used to get up early.
Our group had gathered for a reading, and to pray, along with
fruit and cereals our first staples of the day.
The good Lord had gifted us a painted morning of Coeruleum blue,
and a warm spiced breeze flossed my smile.
I turned and watched the city for a while.
Amidst the pink and beige jigsaw of the old city, the Dome of the rock
had caught the morning rays and was now bragging about it,
shamelessly blinging,
competing with the shouts of Minarets
and Church bells ringing.
Few things can compete with an Israel morning, but you did.
Perched like an Owl on a low wall, cross-legged, your head moved
from side to side, scanning the mount, sharing our glass,
drinking the moment.
You wore white cotton, an arm hung with beads, an evil eye bracelet
and what looked like a Kara, glistening.
Styled by the Gods, with three quarters of a straw hat
wedged in the bricks.
And then I found myself before you,
Lord knows how, and I was trying to remember how my mouth worked.
Your head cocked to one side you watched me for a while
then nodded me a soft hello, and finished with a smile.
Ice broken, we gathered intelligence- you, a 'gap year Guerilla'
on a global reconnaissance , armed with just a shoulder bag and a credit card.
Me, a lapsed Catholic with an empty soul, seeking a childhood faith long discarded.
A shout from the tour guide burst our intimate bubble and I retreated,
backwards, gesturing, as if in the presence of a Shah.
She waved back, almost lost her balance, and a gust of wind would
have placed her gently among the sleeping of the Kidron
if she hadn't grabbed her hat.
And that was that.
I went back to the wall that evening, and the following morning,
I don't know why- she'd be bathed in the rose of Petra by then.
For a short time I was bereft, and stood, fittingly, before the
Basilica of the Agony, and then sat on our wall,
to watch the chosen wake up.
I think my soul woke a little, just then.
For God had left me with a little bit of love.
Unrequited, but worth hanging on to ,
worth building on.
It's been thirty five years, and in those occasional quiet places
I still think of you
For contest 'Love in a far off place', sponsored by Frank Herrera
22nd July 2015
I captured a million butterflies
My heart flutters for you
A million and one you see
Beauty made unique for two
My heart is buried in clouds
Dark with stormy winds
Hidden inside of sorrows
Thus is I who makes the rain
And now the flowers bloom in spring
For sadness feeds the earth
And if I could make you smile even once
Then a million butterflies would dance
I planted those million flowers
My heart has opened to you
A million and one in blossom
For a beauty you are to me
Dozing off behind the wheel
Sleep-deprived decapitated
Dillaudid consequences
Incarcerate
Betrayed confidences
Incriminated
Responsibility blotted
Dead friends
Incinerated
In reality
They rotted
Alive.
Years prior to demise.
Burnt bridges. Dead ends.
A hell we created
Causality to impend
Insanity
A cyclic continuance
Doomed to repeat
Again and again.
Just more tragedy
Easily equated
Karmic
Punishment I deign
Education in pain.
Deliverance in suffering
Salvation
My moral
Bearing reign.
Controlled by one nation
Daisy Chain – Bottom line - capital gain
acid rain
Acrid – floral
Bought and sold
Artistic creation
Liquid – Forced oral
Ingestion
VIA TELEVISION
Visual vomit – soylent seduction
Initiate
Indoctrinate
inducted
Programmable People.
Hypnotic STATE.
Spell-bound
Too Late.
The maps are spread before us now.
Shall reckless abandon intercede?
We'll sail to every shore somehow.
Go wherever the oceans lead.
Preordained to find you here.
As soul mates share a bucket list.
Guided by joy and without fear.
Blowing through the morning mist.
Just like Noah, sturdy and strong.
Discoveries waiting to be freed.
Armed with merely words and song.
Rolling along not taking heed.
On pockets of land we take our rest.
As moonbeams smile and light our way.
We could be east or maybe west.
We'll just keep sailing come what may.
for Frank's contest "Love in a Far Off Place"
in the story's beginning,
there's comfort, there's love,
bright smiles, bright eyes,
mother's mantel above,
with new looking awe,
small noises, small hands,
shining faces on porch swings,
bedtime fantasy lands,
as time turns and grows older
young faces turn to judge,
sire's guidance rejected,
bold attitudes won't budge,
punching holes into heaven,
burning fires, plasma veined,
rocket contrails of youth,
spun out in fast lanes,
sometimes they forgive,
these lives imperfected,
years burning slow fuses,
calming storm course
corrected,
now, in far off country's pure
air,
light bound in wonder now
waking,
looking back at those faces,
no finer journey worth taking...
I
Still
Don’t
Understand
Why the stories
Of beautiful love fail
And suffer in the misery of life
So, Oh lovers, better you disappear
Into the curves of the far-off
Universe, where there
Will be plenty of
Associates
To love
U
R K Chowdary Jasti
@all copyrights reserved
03.02.2013@4.04pm
From Far-Off Worlds, now I am come for you,
Across the ages, and across all time…
Behind the Sun, we first did pledge, and I’m…
Impatient as a crocus for the New
Dawn and the coming of Pure Light
Then, will I finally hold you in my arms?
(And, holding, keep you sealed off from all harms?)
That Promise has dwelt always in my Sight!
Exploding Joy now thunders through my heart,
Yet, like a brooding artist, I do wait
To find an unspoiled color, once storms abate,
Expressing your soft cheek with grace, not ‘art’…
Through fastnesses, high crags, heaths, I have sought
The ebbing flow of light from your bright breast
When I dreamed waves, the waves were at the crest
And whether I was ready… it mattered not!
For you were always there, and called to me,
In softness or in strength, you always called,
And I responding, soared toward you, enthralled!
For you were once there with me, by the sea...
In Ancient Wu, we pledged Love to the sky
As a distant sail that moved across the calm
That we would ever be to each, the balm
That heals the emptiness… thus you and I
Did promise when we met at last, this time
And separation’s bane, we did erase
Below the cherry blossoms, did embrace
Did promise that our Love would higher climb
But humans can but promise for a season,
And then, comes Azrael*, to take away
Togetherness, but still he cannot slay
That Love that burns beyond the reach of reason!
So, I am coming to you from below,
And will assail the vault with my bright cries,
And hold your Image e’er before my eyes
And seal my steps in the sunrise’s bright glow.
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*Azrael – in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem of that name, the Angel of Death
Hey self!
What’s up with you today?
Did they talk to you?
No? Not again?
Hey self!
What’s up with you today?
Did they sing with you?
No? Not again?
Hey self!
What’s up with you today?
Did they play along?
No? Not again?
Hey self!
What’s wrong with you these days?
Have you gone far off again?
Oh no! Not again…
Within the the far off landscapes of a woven dream
where the mind crosses the void of rationality
into surreality
and the imagination flows
bends and winds like a mountain stream
that we sail and journey upon
through the curtain of the unconscious
to release our deepest hopes and desires
that transpire
drawn from the rich tapestry of life.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
He kept seeing vicious black bears in his dreams
And throughout the night his body twist and tossed
In disharmony of victims fights and screams
Spring was chilling with a hint of morning frost
And most days the black bears be hunting the streams
A campsite was attacked and four folks are lost
He saw the carnage wider wider up close
His heart racing with the screams as each one goes
9/22/22
OTTAVA RIMA Poetry
Sponsor-L MILTON HANKINS
N/A
in lobes, winnowed fans
far-off look scans the future
flight of butterflies
tease, tickles eyes, curious
beauty in obscurity
3/31/2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand