Best Forged Poems
Echoes of traditions deep
forged in sweat and blood
Sounds of cannons booming weep
o’er tattered fields of mud
Freedom’s sons claim sacred ground
where horses’ hooves cry numb
Ancient winds still bear the tune
plaintive shriek of fife and thrum
You can do It
No Matter how Daunting the Feat
It might feel UNBEARABLE
Death be Bitter Sweet
Keep in Mind if Flying
Your Landing be Secured
Gravity has No Mercy
It Clear from Newton's law
You can do It
It might be Crazy but it's True
If you actually Conceive It
It is POSSIBLE to do
Never STOP Dreaming
Despite what People Say
You Need to Plan Tomorrow
And What you'll Do Today
You can do It
Hearts Heal along the way
It may be UNFAIR at times
This the Challenge we must face
Always be Conscientious
What you Give comes Back to Pay
In Fires of FAITH and COURAGE
We're Forged in BURNING FLAMES
YOU CAN DO IT
The grossest element earth
shapes mind body form,
which remains inert until,
magnetism conjures a storm.
The air we breathe,
a gift from God,
causes nodes to stir,
leaving childlike heart awed.
Fire heats, water cools,
generating a toroidal force,
which once divine aligned,
connects soul to source.
God is the magician,
who entwines elements four,
that joyful heart begs
love for an encore.
My fantasy was spawned from her
Her eyes have drawn me to the Vermillion light
Witnessing the gaze of a glistened perfection
Midst the whirl of Gemini
Bedazzled whirl of Mercury's kindred spirit
Enthralled by the ascending clarity
She douses me with the feeling of luminosity
Wrapped by the robe of lust
Being greeted by the endless forms most beautiful
Captivated by the Vastness of corresponding dreams integrated
A flowing free Swanheart, a constellation seeping allure
Impulse dwelling, vison dwelling by a shook desire
To bide by my own ecstasy of ardor
In my state of reverie I see her alleviating from her attire
I can't help myself, to be driven by a woman of my attraction
Flaunting her soul case, I'm in need of passion
To be an admirer of a visualizing frame
A flame haze takes me
Burning fervently, I can hear her sighs
Hooked by the lace of binding flare
Sweetened aroma from the fairest inamorata
Traced by the crystal grace of thy heart
O body, O mind, O soul
Bending the perfume scented space
Just a bundle thoughts pursuing images of splendor
A revealing view, a window opening reality
Avina Netu is my fantasy
The intensity of love's
heat was gradual at first.
And then a shower of sparks,
spontaneously dispersed.
Fueling fledgling feelings,
flames burned an exquisite blue.
And slowly shifted scarlet,
as desire and passion grew.
My inhibitions melted,
into pools of liquid fire.
And, as temperatures climbed,
my hopes rose even higher.
Our souls melded together,
two, forever forged as one.
And the heat of our union,
rivaled the heat of the sun.
The blind self righteous scald dreams
The rotting of robotic conformists
Shadowing every new dawn
Weaving the web of lies snaking around the necks of the sentenced
The punishment of invisibility
A life confined to the masks of the ball
While the truth overwhelms
Alive in the hearts of the condemned
Shrunken beneath the shadows
The intensity of their happiness hidden
Their secret suffering in shrouds
As they are painted grey
The truth in their eyes removed
And shackled to the lines of society
Marching the imperceptible boxed walls
It is melancholic march of the heart wrenched
The unjustified price in avoidance of the public hanging
At the revealing of our truth
In a game of chance where winner takes all
Won one million pounds on the last ball,
To celebrate my win
Marriage gave way to sin,
The Judge demands a national recall.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Forged by fire, my burning heart
As the hammer pounds to shape
The sacrificial apatite of the gods
Within the delusory Dragons Den
And love hibernates in a Hellion hole
Where demons dine demanding death
A pernicious smell fouls the ambient air
The Hydra prepares to unleash her wrath
For love is mangled in the molded madness
Left to the ravaging ruins a statue appears.
May.26.2019
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Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was,
Of the decisions I made, and the promises I broke
I regret everything,
From the words that I never said,
To the wrong words that left my lips.
I regret carrying the weight of others,
Crushing and ruining myself for people who never cared,
For people who only needed someone to bear their burdens,
Take responsibility for their mistakes,
Someone weak and timid, too nice to say no.
But, I’m different now,
I finally have a purpose and I’m not just matter, occupying space
I’ve realized the person I was born and created to be,
A person that can dream and achieve,
Though not without flaws and scars.
And as ugly as it might seem, it’s a part of me
It’s my identity, a reminder of what I’ve gone through,
The battles I’ve fought,
The survivor that I am,
After all, the gold has to go through the furnace before it glitters.
Indeed, I’ve gone through fire,
I’m currently one with the flames,
Each crest of yesterday has become a trough,
The high mountain that made my heart pound in fear,
Is where I stand now in triumph.
From everything that has happened,
There’s one thing to deduce,
With time and at the right time,
We would all be victors and win the battles that has made us shed blood.
The battle that has caused us to cry rivers of tears,
The warfare that led to severe heart aches
Though it may seem endless, it will eventually cease.
And when it does, we’d look back and reminisce with pride and smiles,
Knowing fully well that we’ve emerged stronger, like a phoenix from the ashes.
As we move on, we’ll carry these scars as an evidence of our resilience,
A reminder of the battles we’ve fought and won,
We’ll keep our head up high,
Facing the future with courage and hope that even in the darkest times,
God slowly steers the soul towards a new dawn”
It is written:
God said He was a consuming fire
My words are pure
They were forged in the fire
Hard reproof was the anvil
they were shaped on
The words sheathed in my mouth
are like a two-edged sword
If you worship idols,
a mortal cut will be your reward
My words were forged strong
by the intense heat of the fire
They were tempered hard
in cooling waters of righteous desire
Passion was the hammer,
reproof was the anvil
that created this sharp instrument of truth
My words are pure
They were forged in the fire
Be very afraid,
fear exceedingly too ---
if ever I have to wield
this weapon against you
Dedicated to my beloved father
His words taught me the Word of God
We sat at the end of the bed,
Together we held hands,
and our breath too.
We waited,
for the news to repeat.
There was nowhere to go.
Just,
a blank screen.
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Forged by Fire
From the tomb of the ancient bloom comes something stronger sharper out the ground rusted from womb thrust into a refiners fire the starter smoke bellows carrying impurities away iron puddles a purer bloom is wrought the flowering steel becomes a fillet shaped with the hammer the slag is naught into the fire again drawn out and tempered iron sharpens iron for the master's use an instrument forged in the fiery embers shining sharpened a sword has been cut loose
Forged in silence
Birthed heaven alone
Why did light spread its rays?
Poem about the Silent One of Light (the supreme God) from Sethian theology.
Beware sinners for even angels are judged here.
Devil's vengeful roar captures innocent
Exhale scorches bystanders randomly
Volcano spews brimstone belligerent
Dissolves small boy's chance single handedly
Hitler contempt casts heinous destruction
Whip of his cape compel madmen to leap
Grief ingests itself, victim grows gumption
Roots for resprout cling to resovoir deep
Wrap gilded courage with rebounding soul
Compassion coiled to return after hurt
Bravery engraved on stalwart patrol
Solution driven man spurns Satan’s curse
Devoid of vanity, heart vivacious
Benevolent flare given in furnace
Sorry
My Selfless Beloved
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