Best Flowing Poems
Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret
Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful net
love's joyous flag no longer had its pole.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Never saw her again, I ran away
bare truth is, I knew she wanted much more
than a simple life, with simple man's pay
with her fast asleep, I ran out the door.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Putting distance in our path, out of state
I heard no cries, did not see how she bled
looking back, her love became bitter hate
my mistake seen, I wished to be dead.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Six years and a million miles I had fled
where sadder path my soul walked alone
yet see her well I could, in her silk bed
in sweet night dreams, we talked on the phone.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Courage came and I went to her hometown
to beg forgiveness for my youthful fear
I saw her again in her blue nightgown
I ran away, my eyes still wet with tears.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
As moon's rays through my window hit my eyes
then I realized it was a bad dream
nobody could hear my bellowing cries
no, we would never again be a team.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
10-08-2019
Rhyme,
Written for the contest, If Only We Could
Turn Back The Hands Of Time,
sponsor, Silent One
First place awarded
Again I lift my pen to write,
My Muse is near to me tonight.
With shadings of strange metaphors
To conquer little wordling wars,
Vast the forest, Poet Trees
Deep the roots,
Sublimities
Where Muses water roots with ink
For thirsty poet's
Souls to drink
In mottled shades of muted light
Abandoned pen begins to write
The Ink is flowing
And none may quell
Deliverance
From Muse-less hell
Strolling by flowing streams I pause,
Pause as waters buff ancient stones,
Stones o'er which water plays its hymns,
Hymns that console my troubled soul!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 7 June 2015 All Rights Reserved
Entry for nette onclaud's "Four Lines Only" Contest (Visual 2)
Tied for No. 1 in the contest.
Sprinkled Stardust In Her Long Flowing Hair
In bright moonlight I saw her standing there
Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair
She looked just like an angel to me
If only this country-boy she could see
Looking for love and a heart bold and true
And happiness, with a future with you
'neath canopy of glittering sweet stars
She would be my Venus, I her strong Mars.
Wonder what would love be without her hand
Could I truly live, could I even stand
And earth could it a greater treasure gift
Than her sight, her soft touch that so uplifts.
In bright moonlight I saw her standing there.
Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair.
R.J. Lindley, Nov 09 1979
Sonnet
Titillating drops of pleasure fall,
Showering down, halting tension's thrall.
Soothing warmth massages, eases pain,
Dispatching stressful remnants down the drain.
Caressed by warm pulsating stream,
I surrender myself to lazy dreams.
Imagining I'm in a far off place,
Wrapped in serenity's sweet embrace.
Floral fragrance with mist pirouettes,
Arousing senses, reviving zest.
Scrubbing away all dirt and stress,
I emerge relaxed, at peace, refreshed.
9/28/2011
Entered in Debbie Guzzi's Your own Favorite Poem contest.
At the end of the sea and start of the sand
there lies a place; a place where we stand
and watch the sea go from shore to shore
in an endless tide; that for so long before
the grass was tall and the wind was blowing,
has been moving like the sea - the sea; ever flowing.
And the stories of time, though it has no effect;
on this endless sea, it will always reflect,
on its blue surface and from deep below;
those stories of time is what it will show
to those who look - who look and stay
long enough to see Forever beneath that white spray.
Have you seen the blue shores? Have you seen
the endless sea flowing like out of a dream?
I can't say I have; or that I understood
what it was trying to tell me best that it could
while I was standing out there; but still I did try,
as dark clouds came over and covered the sky.
When it rains on the sea, this you should know:
The sea becomes black and the harsh winds blow,
while the waves get larger and much taller too;
it is a frightening sight, frightening for you;
as for me, I was terrified beyond all my words,
as I looked up I saw a flock of birds
flying away, to where - I can't say,
wherever they go when it rains on the sea like today.
And then, seeking cover, I was soon again dry;
and sooner than that out from the dark sky
there came light from the sun, which I greeted
with shouts of joy as the rain retreated.
Back beyond the horizon while the winds dropped
to a breeze, and the great waves stopped
their barrage on the newly-flooded sand,
leaving only a small place for me to stand.
And there I stood until Forever had passed
and I had seen it; then turning at last
back up to the road where civilization lay,
and that's where I walked, and walked away,
from that great sea, that sea ever going
from shore to shore - that sea ever flowing.
A fountain of poems is rapidly flowing out the top of my head
Some of them are shaped like stars
Others are diamonds
There is Dracula holding a bunny!
Some of these poems are in color, others are black and white.
Polka Dotted!
I pick up a pen.
I can always use a polka dotted poem.
One of them slides under my nose.
Old Spice! Daddy!
I think of the Chevy he ordered with bucket seats!
Making us angry; who orders buckets for seats?
Eager poems are rushing down my shoulders, down my back
Puddling onto my dirty kitchen floor.
When was the last time Joe swept this place?
One is shaped like Adonis. I follow him out the door.
water cooled smoke blows
inspiration’s river flows ....
thickness of smoke grows
All that we need to know will be revealed
Let us not employ thought to analyse
Clear light of truth is by maya concealed
Aspect allowing is graced by surprise
Once we cease playing game of illusions
No fetters remain that bind and confine
Egoless presence exits delusion
As head and heart with throb of love align
Outer world fades as we dwell in silence
Blissful world within is so beauteous
We flow gently in childlike innocence
Rapture enlivenment continuous
Earth life destiny unfolds as ordained
Divine benedictions softly ingrained
02-April-2021
Entry for: your best sonnet this year so far
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Wrestling with time,
an illusion supreme
Its trinity empiric,
three masks to deceive
Past, future, and present,
our dreams undefined
Outside of their stricture,
new presence unrhymed
Rejecting convention,
short sighted and slight
Imprisoning our vision,
with capture and fright
In seizing this instant,
its moment sublime
All truth flowing freely
—unfrozen in time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Sometimes, I feel…
Your essence surrounds me
It’s in the air I breathe
And when I close my eyes
I dream and you are here! So real!
In a blink- it’s gone- never long
Reality slaps me awake
So, I give up...
Run… Run with the winds…
Scale highest mountain peaks
Bask in sun-kissed valley
Swim mighty ocean tides…
For within each swell we meet
As I am a river flowing always into you
Life is like river
with a constant flow
death dealer and life giver
in its murky waters we grow
not much of a forgiver
cold riptides can drag you below
but be strong and don't shiver
the current is worth fighting
more then you know...
love and hate both in its quiver
life can take a turn as it bows
not much of a forgiver
learn to roll with its blows
no one knows whats downriver
and only time shows
Just remember...
life is like a river
it constantly flows
Contour of her tears
Flow down her wet enhanced cheek…
Grey clouds spill some rain
Russell Sivey
sweet love from a rock
like a river flowing down
a spring for new life
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/14/08
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
I would like to pay attention for once
Not to zone out when their talk is low
A long time ago, sitting by myself
I vowed to keep close range with myself
Said; better to accompany the soul
Than to be lost to the rest of the world
With that being stated how dramatic the events
One begins to take themselves far away
Sitting with the masses yet kept alone
Biting down on pursed dry lips
A smack of bad manners to drop silence
Hope no one can smell my true intentions
Not to be lonely as I feel
Like one flower clinging to a life
Where all others like it have disappeared
Yes, In an invisible box
Closed tight and big like loose tongues
Dark and hallow like a rumor
Everything is scary and tense--...politeness
They think me to be rare and precious
It would turn them down I am not
I am not a follower all the time
Sometimes I can lead my way out the world
Just aimlessly drifting with a cusp of air
Higher, higher than my mind
So far up no fear just euphoria