Best Feels Poems
Hold on tight
A journey begins
Not in the crowded city streets
A journey of high mountains
as close to heaven
that you think you can catch the stars
Pack your backpack with sad thoughts
Upwards ... the bag is heavy
I will hold you in your hand
Stop ... take a deep breath
Your journey has begun
Proud high mountains suddenly makes the backpack a little lighter
Follow your feet forward
The air is crisp and fresh
Even if you are tired
Lower your shoulders
I'll teach you to dance on the sparkling snow
Our goal is the top
The backpack feels lighter
Do not give up - we will reach our peak
Heavy thoughts erased
Abrasions and tired feet
Satisfaction - a major force
The goal is reached ... you won
Dance in the sparkling snow ... catch your star
The backpack is empty
The whole world is at your feet
21.05.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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It can be an orchard with peach trees against patches of blue
as they swerve downhill and meet the foaming sea,
see him capture an indelible moment after
moment until he's amazed by that wonder
to have captured a breathtaking view...
which will be eternally frozen in his memory.
A photographer lives what he feels,
wouldn't it be a celebrity on high heels,
or the most gorgeous child cuddling a puppy
that she saw shivering when snow fell in February?
Didn't he anxiously climb that remote, sun-sunken mount rising in the East...
to find tiger cubs suckling from their mother as she watched a flock of sheep?
When February feels like May
And skies are blue instead of gray,
We flock outdoors, but do not know
Which way our clothing needs to go.
Winter jacket? Much too warm;
Lots of beads of sweat will form.
Sweater? Sweatshirt? Poncho? Fleece?
Doubts won’t let me leave in peace.
Short-sleeved shirt and if I do,
Does that mean I’ll get the flu?
Tights or socks or do I dare
Go out with feet and toesies bare?
I’m obsessing, I admit.
There are reasons, though, for it.
Temps today are just a tease
For tomorrow we will freeze.
For the person who waived
and lost something that was of value: forgiveness
Is it easier to get forgiveness than permission?
Admittedly, ghosts are also seen by highlights
Forgiveness requires a lot, it is a virtue to be able to forgive
Some have wandered around the earth like roaring lions
I refused to let myself be called coward without reason
But, no reconciliation without truth
do not give me an undeserved bad reputation
Lying, bitterness, nag, revenge smells dead and rotting flesh
All my expectations fade away
I disappear in the night's blackness
Losing contact with everything surrounded - by injustice
30-05-2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Free Verse Only- Pick a Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
3rd place in the contest
It wanes a soft, subtle ache; unrelenting, whispering in my ear just loud enough to remind me. As I pace, I pick up a book and thumb through the pages with undue concern. I glance again at the unwavering, uncaring time. Outside the children still play, the cars still buzz by; for they don't know that I'm here, and lonely. Where are the arms that will hold me when I'm 60 years of age? The longing gaze that tells me I am still meant to be here. This is not the grand solitude that I've always longed for. This isn't what the end was supposed to be. Where do I belong for the rest of my life? Not here, not now.
For if this is what loneliness feels like, I won't stay.
In the lap of Mother,Nobody's there
Her fingers will never play in his hair
A pair of shoes she'd bought,waiting at the meal
Bleeding legs..cut feet..Murdered He returns,How it feels?
If the only voice you hear,is of Gun's fire
And people won't help saying ''You're a liar''
How it feels If your father meets his foe?
If his tongue is cut,Bleeding from head to toe?
If the only thing you see around is The Blood
What If somebody there your own is Dead!?
If your mother is dragged in the streets by her hair
How it feels If nobody stands up to help her there?
Innocents dying daily,Palestine dying to live!
Pity..Pity that you don't even have time to give!
It's not about Religion but 'bout Humanity!
Wake up!! Raise you Voice for Humanity's safety!
______________________________
Written for the HUMANS of Palestine.
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Poetess: Saba Khan
Contest: Make Me Cry
---Pakistan!
We were sisters, but more like Cinderella and the ugly sister variety ...
and of course you always made me feel like I am the ugly one!
I’ve done so much for our parents for years
but you got all the glory ... and the privileges
A house, private college education, a car
Enough money to open a bank!
You weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth
More like a solid gold coal shovel!
Everything I own I’ve worked my butt off to get -
holding down 5 part time jobs to buy my first car
I appreciate every single thing we own
You’ve lived on benefits for over 30 years
Oh and of course of bank of mummy and daddy
Yet when dad died
You lied and cheated and only thought of ME ME ME
Perhaps you should get an Oscar for your performance!
Believe me I wouldn’t swap places with you for the world
Forgiveness feels like a rotted grave ... you can rot in yours forever
Free verse only Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo
6/3/18
Frolicking minds under benevolent skies
Set into motion spectacular emotions
Painting orange hues on silken textiles
As lovers embark on a path to paradise
Horizon bends listening to ocean tidings
Emanating from voices of rippling images
When twilight beams refract under water
Echoing messages of enchanting dreams
Hearing urgent call of resonant hearts
Birds organize display of intricate charm
Saluting the promise of ardent evening
Flying in unison with articulate response
Fervent vibes awaken to love's divinity
Surrendering to onset of sensual feelings
Rejoicing a kiss amid wordless dialogue
Holding each other in a reveling trance
Hearing heart to heart rhythmic romance
Urging love to advance amorous stance
Parting sun twinkles a retreating glance
As pier dims silently in each other's arms
Receiving a signal from supernal promise
Two souls merge heeding destiny's advice
Captivated by sentiments of eternal bliss
Excited to explore what heaven feels like
March 25, 2018
Picture this contest by Joseph May
Image 3
Placed 3rd
The little town known as Feels So Good.
Was a jolly little village hidden deep in the woods.
The people there would never go to sleep.
Hidden back in the woods so deep.
They never got big they never ever grew.
They averaged in height about an inch or two.
Mostly all they did was run and play.
That’s what made Feels So Good, so good they say.
The sun always shines it never gets dark.
Another reason they’re happy, happy as a lark
Their sky is always blue, and that’s the only blue to be found.
Happy thoughts and smiles they pass all around.
If you’re ever down their way just do as I say.
Take a sip of their water and get ready to play.
You feel yourself shrinking but it feels so fine.
So you can run and play in their warm sunshine.
Well I guess I better go and take me a sip.
Then I can run and play hop, skippity, skip.
Goodbye for now but you’re welcome to come down.
And join us in this merry little town.
Like the end
Like a death
Like you cant catch your breath
Like it wont end
Like the pain will kill you
Like tomorrow will be full of more pain
Like your heartbeat will stop
Like no one likes you forever
Like you will never love again
Like all you ever known has rejected you
Like your soul is crying
Like your darkest place has kicked you out
Like you will never recover
Like you are the ONLY one
Like you can’t go own another moment
Like you are the biggest fool
Like the LIE is real
Like the truth did not set you free
Like she is the only love
Like being ask to live the rest of your life without LOVE
Like there is no forgiveness for you
Like God stop your blessings
Like you have flat lined but didn’t die
Like you die every every day every day
Like you are the worst person ever
Like God doesn’t love you
Like you won’t make it back from the pain
Like you want to weep
Like you want to weep
Like you want to weep
Like there will never be someone who adores you…for you
Like your heart is broken
Like you can’t go on
Like you love a love that don’t love you back
Like you don’t know how to love, so it asks to be excused and leaves
Like your life and your love won’t ever matter
Like you want be blessed anymore
Like you have wasted so much time…
Like you want to just die… (Make the pain stop)
Like hope is as hope does…no hope for you
Like they get away ….Free and clear
Like you are left broken
Like they get to live HAPPY EVER AFTER
LIKE: THIS TOO SHALL PASS
Apologies have the potential to be sincere,
Forgiveness is rarely sincere or realistic,
With every mistake you bury yourself alive,
One more foot deeper than before,
You can feel your lungs collapsing as you gasp for a pitiful breath,
You pray to be released from the coffin where your broken relationship lies,
Facing endless torment and torture,
Never to be allowed the sweet mercy to be put to rest,
Your mistakes will forever be dug up and rehashed,
Only to be buried once again to bubble up under the surface,
Your relationship will forever be tarnished,
Like the decaying skin on the monster your have awoken,
Who’s mouth waters for revenge and answers from your simple minded brain,
The stench of the rotten grave will haunt you forever,
Reminding you of your moronic betrayal,
This is the monster you created now get a shovel and face it head on.
June 5, 2018
Free Verse Only- Pick a Theme
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
1st Place
Now Entering - Favorite Poem Written In June 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings - 3rd Place
July 23rd, 2018
When life feels heavy and hard to bear,
And you're drowning in feelings of despair,
Remember that storms don't last forever,
And the sun will shine again, whenever.
Though the road may be rough and tough to tread,
And it feels like joy and hope have all but fled,
Hold on tight and don't give up the fight,
For even in darkness, there is still light.
Life is a journey, full of twists and turns,
But remember, it's okay to feel the burns,
For in the ashes, new beginnings can grow,
And your strength and resilience will surely show.
So when life doesn't seem to get better,
Hold on to hope and don't be a quitter,
Know that you are not alone in your strife,
And better days will come, in time, in this life.
I just wonder,
What the magic you have.
Just next to my heart,
You beat the love rhythm.
I don’t know how to live?
Till the time I gains you.
Even the tears that flows down the eyes,
Bears pain of you.
Depression fluctuates
It rises and falls in stages
It can make you feel the lowest of lows
like your locked in a bunch of cages.
You don't know what is wrong
and the hallow feeling just keeps
lingering on until you began to fade.
You try with all your might to hold on
tight to the person that flips the pages.
FORGIVENESS FEELS LIKE A ROTTED GRAVE
Some have said that forgiveness feels like a rotted grave. Perhaps to some, that is true. But allow me to share the feeling I receive through forgiveness. Over my lifetime, I discovered that I had wrongfully hurt people along the way. Then I discovered that I felt miserable --- like being in a rotted grave. So I decided to make a list of those whom I had harmed, contact them, and make amends. The list was long and the contacts, in some cases, extremely painful. Having to say I'm sorry isn't easy and forgiveness may not be given by the person you hurt. Still, I found that I felt better after having confessed and each contact and confession came easier. Today, I have not only exhausted my list --- I am teaching others how they can obtain relief. It is only a matter of having the courage to learn to say those two little words --- I'm sorry. Conversely, hearing those same two words from someone who has inflicted pain on you is like a healing balm to a wound and it frees you and the other person from the rotted grave syndrome and allows you to walk in the marvelous light of day.
29 May 2018
For the contest sponsored by Laura Loo