Best Foreverness Poems
My little room...my four walls.
I sit in one of the four corners--
Like an embryonic sac, lifeless in a state of non existence...
Embellishing in the silence as I travel the deserts—of a dusty mind.
I now switch corners... deja vu, the walls are closeting in
Everything is the same except smaller—oh such a hell
To ponder without thought...a holographic Holocaust
A devouring reality.
Each corner of the four walls a prismatic prison...
A convoluted construct—my four walls of the apocalypse
I switch corners again...I see foreverness
An Asylum refuge-sheltering my layering lies.
What am I?...a pensive reject, a pondering fool,
A thoughtless thought... a disconnect of an ancient memory...
I get to the last corner...I see a speck of a thought
A microbial element within the diminishing walls...
Four Walls-contest
Feb.24.2016 ^WW^
Fingers intertwined in
wondrous oneness
together foreverness
breathtaking bliss
Eye to eye in
lyrical longing
melodic memories
soul symmetry
Backs turned to
bygone brokenness
solitary sanctums
heartbroken hibernation
Face to face in
aromatic anecdotes
possibility potpourri
enmeshed essences
Voices join in
rondos of rendezvous
chorales of compatibility
madrigals of mutuality
Heart to heart in
a fulcrum of fulfillment
a seesaw of serendipities
a trapeze of timelessness
Lips engaged in
passion's pendulum
voluptuous vocabularies
intoxicating innuendoes
She is lyrics and I am music
~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight
Side by side we shall swim our sea of dreams,
float the waves and their caressing kisses.
Walk the stars holding hands, tip toe stardust
as it falls, answer the echo of beating hearts.
And in the land where rainbows span, the
souls wish shall be sated by that gift of
eternity. The foreverness of you is my life's
desire, as your fragrance fills the boundaries
of my senses. For I was smitten by that first
touch, when eyes said and meant so much,
when this heart fell to its knees and I found
loves finest hour. When paradise could not
comprehend nor heaven compare to that
pleasure that filled this heart. Forever let
these lips taste of you, forever be the
morning view and sunsets fall, my warming
sun and calling moon.
Stranded in the field of my mind. Running through the
meadow of my thoughts. Traveling no where, yet
going everywhere, to experience love's best.
Destined for real happiness
With the one I love--
Heaven-sent love,
My Soul-mate's love:
Shadowing me!
Overwhelming me!
Protecting me!
In the love of His love
Now and forever--
For eons to come
Basking in love's sunshine
Lost in the foreverness of love--
Secured.
Everlasting.
For always.
Stunning scenery in surrounding twilight
lists lissomly, touching corners of my mind,
bringing promises of the forthcoming night
with billowing breezes, of the serene kind.
In muffled silence, smitten by its splendor,
the Composer's tempo sets our feelings on fire.
Seductive sounds spool us with erupting ember.
Enticing eyes envelope us in burning desire.
Our visions of future euphoric foreverness
shine in the subtle colors tinging the skies.
Enveloping us with its muted tenderness,
binding us with its lilting lows, intense highs.
When we turn, the sun is gone, just like fine wine.
Its lingering glow highlights us in exquisite eternity.
Your slender, tender fingers entwine with mine.
We softly shift from sentiment into sweet reverie.
I once awoke in a
Storm of color
When the Persian sky of
Scheherazade made lovers quiver and
Table milk
Spilled in luxury over your
Perfected fingers.
It was only later
When the sweet scent of
Decades dripped from my
Gaping mouth and into the
Wanton cusp of
Persepolis’ urns did I stop to
Ponder your
Magnificence.
Trembling still, I did
Swoon
Not once, Nay
Twice in the
Lore we wrapped so
Neatly beneath that first
Sunrise
Traders
Entwined in our
Foreverness and in the
Oozing chalice of
Wine we
Bore to the
Altar
why did you go?
extinguishing the flame that held us close,
the bond that was our foreverness
leaving me in despair.
I grieve for what was and for the whatever,
remembering the happiness we shared,
the love and contentment
now I struggle to breathe.
I gasp in life giving air unwillingly,
you were my whole.
I cannot replace you my twin flame,
I lie down and wait....
penned 7 May 2018
contest : twin flame separation sponsored by Madison Demetros
In the foreverness of time
In the blossoms fall sublime
I shall devote myself to thee
This vow from bended knee
As grey and blue skies blend
I shall be your rainbows end
To dance the colours bold
With you my pot of gold
And under the calling moon
Before your feet I'll swoon
And the stars shall utter love
As we lie the clouds above
The winds will whispers carry
As desire and passion marry
And Venus shall cast her spell
On the sated sheets we dwell
So before your heart I stand
To pledge my soul, my hand
I shall devote myself to thee
With the gift of my sincerity
(To one’s Birthplace)
In the glory of the morning
just to see the sunrise
take the place of the moon,
at this time I love the best
this memory this place truly blest.
Through the ages one had not forgotten
blue skies some that turned to grey,
knowing one day we’ll meet again
in this land that holds no sway.
Yes indeed I need to walk again
within the balmy moor,
meet my reflection from the past
sense once more locked away happiness.
Hear the dawn chorus of the song thrush
a rendition of a morning tide trill,
that seemed to say
‘forever I love you’.
Visit the old cottage in the dale
where one’s sensibility sweeps,
like the spring clean broom
upon a naive childhood.
Relive the chasteness
of dandelion seeds floating
in the warmth of dancing light,
spreading the message of rebirth.
Walk amidst the mist that mingled in ceremony
a subdued veil upon conformity,
stumble across sinews of dewy tears
glistening within verdancy.
Endure the reverberation
of rhythmic waters
over moss riddled rocks
beneath the old stone railway bridge.
Meander again upon the hillsides
where meadows collide in dishevelled jade
and one’s over indulgence
of ‘Pure Nostalgia’
cements a portrait of foreverness!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Love’s Ghost Town Remembers
Isolated yesterdays
Feeding off arid dust,
While ancient choruses of tumbleweed
Keep passion’s past perpetually moving.
Wind blown footprints weave gracefully through
Structures of emotion’s main street,
Where milestones once fresh of adorned colors
Appear mirage-like,
Even as its essence remains alive.
Questioned of age,
Experience remains confident of purpose,
Defying rejection,
Lifting its rolling history
Above and over obstacles,
Willing to chance its foreverness at any cost.
Such are one’s dreams tempting wakefulness,
Cautiously holding steady
Behind shuttered windows of slumber,
Awaiting the sun’s rise each morning,
Eyes opening with anticipation,
Lifting one, then two eyelids of daring,
Inviting rays of light to sift through yesterday’s shadowed confinement,
Encouraging a rigid mind to embrace smiles once again,
Invite love’s enigma,
Permit it to fortify
The chance of rediscovery.
For…
Even as another day rushes forward to fade,
One’s ghost town of love
Wants only to raise yesterday’s shadows toward the light,
Desiring to be haloed in the dust,
To coalesce with love’s sunset
And make ready the gamble…
Once again.
One again hears the rendition
of the songbird’s morning tide trill,
amongst shades of trembling light
that, which still meanders upon
the hillside, where unsung meadows
interact in dishevelled jade,
here were one to relive again
if only a fleeting moment,
an indulgence of nostalgia
that for me, cements in my mind
my youth and my esteem for you.
“A portrait of foreverness”.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Can one dwell in an pissattude of nothingness and pay foreward a coporeal difference? Can life/lovelessness resemble any human entity that leads to something/foreverness? Abuse X Hate + Control Through Fear- Altruism and Empathy = last place in a love relationship.
Am I linked in between the two as a nonsequitur being?
Will I ever discover a universal endeavority as it is written for me?
What is the scope of my meaning in this existance, mine or otherwise?
Does it matter I am here? What I do? Who I know/say/feel?
Is my element of predication upon others a matter of their absent evolution?
Will they evolve for better or for worse because of my interventions?
Are you better off for knowing/not knowing me?
What is the point of my presence in this place, on this planet?
Why am I here? Whay was I born? What's the POINT??
Do I matter? To whom? Should I live, die, go away?
What am I supposed to be doing? Now, later, tomorrow, infinity?
Am I an integral part of the universe, or just an uninteresting static blip on a screen, old broadcast news, empty can of soup, stale bread-ceacker crumbs.
of an uneverlasting life? A biological *****?
Should I, anyone, even be thinking on this universal "God" persuasive level, this plane? No trespassing signs abound us, here in the slums of being human.
Someone let me know if there is a summative/cummulative plan, point of view
that speaks to a legitimate credibility to/fro these questions offered.
I tend to dwell in somewhat momentary constant doubt of everything that sets us up for an inter/after temporal fuge positve/negative graded social existance with poweredpleasanttithecrossyourheartkneelamenpotentials and forever
guided spiritual linguistic experiential enemas with all things inner/eternal. Tickets please?
Yesterday my daughter made my day
For the first time
She gave me pink roses for my birthday
I was shocked elated
And appreciative
She melted my heart
Later that day she had to depart
Back to college
Now I stare at these breathless flowers
In reminiscence, for hours
They shadow off the wall
Timeless beauty
So tall
Soon they shall blossom
In a day
And show of there vividness
Transfixed they have addictedness
What I know shall last
In foreverness
The memory of
A wonderful day
Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds
Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need
Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance
Dereliction of the conscious is an annoyance
As the darkness envelops callusing hearts and eyes
Anchoring in the abyss, the soul harbors the lies
Encompass, the globe has needless suffering affairs
Ego-centrist administer by promoting fears
There are continental fractures and accretive walls
And the preservation for evil: disputes and brawls
Turmoil weeping floods befalling for lost loved dears
Infinitude canyon murals eroded though tears
Cradling the bodies of sands before they disappear
The elixir for this palindormia fever,
Palimpsest the bitterness via seeds of forgiveness
Family; fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Foreverness, us, the sun’s arc, are rare tones and colors
Nine thousand days ago
Where have you been?
Do you remember me and
How it was?
Can you make me understand
From where it started?
Did I feel this way before?
Nine thousand days are nothing.
I can't see the reason why.
Was it all before predicted?
Was I present when they wrote
My current lifetime?
Do you know?
Why everywhere only walls?
I hear only silence.
Nothing is killing me.
Nine thousand days
Became foreverness.