Best Feeling Poems
I stand at the wooded edge
where goldenrod bows with the wind's wave
its yellow heads nodding in agreement.
A chickadee perches
its heart a tiny drum of joy
echoing the forest's pulse.
In this moment a smile radiates—
not mine but the earth's—
a ripple spreading
a gentle caress touching all it meets.
A maple leaf lets go
red-gold luminous
spinning down in a silent dance
a quiet farewell to summer's warmth.
I catch it as a gift.
How strange, this silk
between bird, leaf, and human
this quiet belonging that holds
as frost approaches.
What is this feeling
but love's quiet whisper?
This moment
but life itself, distilled
to its essence?
And now, having tasted
this wild sweetness
how will you carry
your one precious life?
viscera wound tighter
than the tightest rubber ball
never mind bouncing off the walls
guts like a pinball machine
an arcade between the ears
with tilt alarms screaming
02.10.19
For Capture That Emotion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Is there a way you can show me your silence?
This world is deafening to me
Can I find the words that I'm seeking..
Dream of a quiet place with only you speaking
Teach me to hear with my other senses
draw down all these distorted fences
Want to listen through the day with you
the whole day in a quiet song of you
just of you
learn from your solitude
I want to., now and forever
know what it is to feel through only those few
the touch of your hand
replace the fragments of a symphonic band
Invite me to your silent world
show me the other side of sound
a place where tranquil peace is found.
~~ Dedicated to a great world poet and friend Demetrios Trifiatis ~~
in the fervour of my sweat
sheets drenched
i wake to the toxic bellow of my own voice
in the torment of my own thoughts
in the complexity of my simple life
i lay eyes swollen wide open
in the measure of hours set aside for sleep
overwhelmed by recent events
i struggle with the haunting of their potential outcome
in the exaggeration of my emotional outpour i bleed tears
dry to the air of the night
i shrivel like a plum under light
so this is what it is like
to be a prey to grief
an abhorrent internal pain
i forget its feel when it is gone
i remember its feed when it is here
bent
out of sorts
barely able to walk
i return to the inferno of my now
quiet
i keep my affliction private and unassuming
Feb 28 2016
armand
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Cool autumn nights
and warm sweater wishes
Sunset desires
in apricot kisses
November eyes
as sapphires glisten
Echoes of love,
melodic we listen
Shadowy bliss,
neath maple trees swaying
Soft fallen leaves
together we’re laying
Shooting star dreams,
moonlight revealing
You in my arms
there’s no better feeling
~
He acts like a friend but it’s a disguise
Spouting God’s word, yet he’s telling lies
On returning he’s now causing trouble
Oh how I’d dearly wish to burst his bubble
He’s climbed to the top of the bigot tree
With nasty comments made for all to see
He removes them but not on a whim
Victimiser just claims he’s the victim
He thinks he’s clever, but does forget
That when you post on the internet
Even if bad comments you erase
Everything remains in cyber space
When you pack my luggage but won't pack my lunch
When you lock me out I get a hunch
When you put thumb tacks on the bathroom floor
I get the feeling you don't love me no more
I found hair remover in my can of Rogaine
The nail in my car seat caused me so much pain
When you microwave my favorite CD
I get the feeling you don't care for me
When you toss a salad but it's at my head
When you squeeze my neck until my face turns red
Then keep on squeezing until the red turns blue
I get the feeling that you think we're through
When you let the dog shred my brand new shoes
When you put a laxative in my jar of booze
When you say your nightmare began the day we met
I get the feeling that you are upset
When you cut off the arms on my overcoat
And try to put a rope around my throat
Then mix Ben Gay with my jock itch cream
I get the feeling you like to see me scream
When you lean an axe against the bedroom wall
And start putting needles in a voodoo doll
Then pull a knife and say come on let's play
I get the feeling I should go away
I open the door
to one of our guest bedrooms
and find her nearly asleep . . .
she who long ago
tucked me into bed each night
when I was such a small child.
Tonight it is I
who lean down to kiss the face
of a precious little girl.
I'd like to give...a quiet shout
To all my friends...'been down and out
Life gets better...there's no doubt
I pray that you'll...get through
I'd like to give...a voiceless say
To all my friends...'been feeling gray
Must try to start...a brand new day
There's so much more...to do
I'd like to ring...a cordless line
Hope you've all...'been feeling fine
To all our friends...yours and mine
I've sent a prayer...for you
I'd like to write...a simple poem
By chance your ill...'been sick at home
There's others...you are not alone
There were others that...I knew
I'd like to hum...to those with wings
To those who've passed...'been given wings
I've felt your pain...and it still stings
I cried the day...you flew
You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling
You left me like Alice, lost in Wonderland,
running in circles with my heart in my hand.
I thought our love was so beautiful and strong.
Tell me, please tell me, where did I go wrong?
Have I lost my luster, and I’m no longer thrilling;
or have you simply lost that loving feeling?
Wretchedly, I’ve watched you slowly slipping away;
with no pride left, I’m down on my knees to pray.
I’m begging, baby, sweet baby, please come back;
even though you left my heart mummified in black.
Ignoring my pleas, you walked out the door,
slashing my heart to pieces, hurting me to the core.
Yet, I can’t fathom why it’s you I still adore.
It’s killing me ‘cause my heart can’t stand the pain…
the kind that pierces like silver bullets of rain.
But only God knows why I still want you so badly;
my love, give me another chance and I’ll do anything gladly.
Yeah, you may have found someone new,
but every beat of my heart beats only for you…
so please, please just love me like you used to do.
06-12-2018
Contest: Grens Evergreens #4 Cilla Black
Sponsor: Teppo Gren
Song: You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling
Placement: 1st
The soft gentle breeze caresses my skin, tiny ripples washing over me, as cool invisible fingers tickle each tiny hair. I shiver. The path beneath my feet is hard, the narrow veins between the stone uneven but smooth. Leaning down, my fingers explore each stone admiring the artisan's hand. Even cuts and natural imperfections line the face of the pavers from which imaginary flowers and birds and faces, that only I can see, spring to life. Each piece carefully selected for size and shape, puzzled together with perfect precision. The coolness of the stone feels blue like frozen water, or perhaps green like smooth moss. The air colder now I move on, hollow vibrations tingling my hand with each tap of my cane.
09/01/15
Wit each line my soul drift away.
Heart still aching so each night I pray.
Life consume with pain veins fill with rage.
Mind still enslave.
Yet still standing tall until you put me in my grave.
Overwhelm with pride so i refuse to die.
So each night I am (smoking) levitating through the sky.
Conquer love can't you see the fire in my eyes.
Natural born leader but a king with you by my side.
Speaking the truth not uttering one lie.
Still feeling pain but my heart will never die.
Cause in your arms I will always be alive.
Making your pain mine the new Bonnie and Clyde
A word in saddened whisper, and conversation brief,
you see the people coming, then they go,
bringing food, flowers; condolences for grief,
plus sympathy for such a telling blow.
You take your turn, to acknowledge what is pain,
and find it hard to hold back with your tears,
for sobbing takes its toll that is so hard to explain,
which only time can heal and that is years.
But for mourners not family who offer their respect,
life must return to normal day to day,
so a life will be remembered, but with no affect;
even anniversaries hold little sway.
So closeness and feeling of each eternal love,
that over many years began and grew.
But when there comes a calling from the Lord above,
you never know that feeling ‘til it’s you.
when summer was
a caterpillar
moving at a crawl,
it became the butterfly
brightest of all
Renegade trees are popping up all over my yard.
Reminding me that I am the interloper; it is their turf.
This is a forest, wild and well-guarded by giant oaks and cottonwoods.
Soldiers who will be here hundreds of years after we are gone.
I sit in the middle of the forest, in the meadow where my gardens are.
Marveling at my red knock out roses, which are a vivid hot pink.
A tiny stick of an elm tree has popped through in this garden.
I am nurturing it, like a mother nurtures her baby,
This is Kansas where tens of thousands of elms were murdered
By an elm disease.
There has not been an elm tree here for twelve years.
Miraculously, this might be the only elm in Kansas for all I know.
This baby elm is proof that we do not own the land.
She will be here, giving shade hundreds of years after I am gone.