Best Frameless Poems
The following is a tribute to Vincent Van Gogh, the amazing artist who died of his own hand in 1890. He died, tragically alone, and in obvious pain, unrecognized and unappreciated by the people of his day. But, in 1972, a talented young recording artist, Don Mclean, wrote and recorded a beautiful and stirring tribute to the artist, Vincent. The following are the lyrics to the song, featured on the American Pie album. I hope you will appreciate not only the sentiment so beautifully expressed, but the marvelous imagery and flawless poetry. It moves me; I hope it will likewise move you. And now, Vincent:
Starry, starry night,
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand, what you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free--
They would not listen, they did not know how,
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue,
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand,
What you tired to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free--
They would not listen, they did not know how,
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
Though your love was true,
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night,
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken in the virgin snow.
Now I think I know,
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free--
They would not listen,
They're not listening still...
Perhaps they never will.
~M
Categories:
frameless, beauty, dark, farewell, obituary,
Form:
Elegy
LOVE CRY
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVE I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED EVER SO TRUE
I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED IT'S EACH AND EVERYONE I LOVE
I JUST WANT THAT SPECIAL LOVE TO HOLD AND ENDURE
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED EVER SO TRUE
I'VE TOUCH THE SURFACE OF LOVE EMPTY SHALLOW PHRASES OF
LOVE FRAMELESS PICTURES OF LOVE COME FADING THROUGH
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED TO OPEN UP MY HEART TO LOVE
TO RELEASE MY SPIRIT TO LOVE FOR WHAT UNMEASURABLE
SCALE OF LOVE WITH ENDLESS HUE
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
ONLY THE ECHOES OF LOVE COME BELLOWING THROUGH
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED EVER SO TRUE
I KNOW THE TWIST OF LOVE AND THE TURNS OF LOVE
I WOULD LIKE TO SPIN MY LOVE INTO SOMETHING TRUE
I WILL BE YOUR LOVE IF IN ME YOU SEE YOUR LOVE
I'LL GIVE TO YOU ALL MY LOVE SO HONEST AND PURE
I HAVE HAD DREAMS OF LOVE AND CREAMS OF LOVE
BUT YOU ARE MY HOT FONDUE OF LOVE
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED BUT ONLY BY YOU
Categories:
frameless, i love you, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
NATURE based on the Portrait No. 2 of Carol Nye Rhoades (Robinson) by Kathrine Nash Rhoades (1915) – (Edited by Debbi Guzzi
My feet, my feet chilled to the bone,
as I sit, sitting here alone.
Sharpening itself, the wind embraced,
Slicing a piece of me, starting at my face,
Think not of cold, only hot, I say.
Now, I can’t move, can’t move, can’t you see,
the coldness of the wind’s gotten the best of me.
The frameless skies at my back,
embraces me for more of to come
as Winter will turn to Spring.
My feet, my feet aching to the bone
as I sit, sitting here alone.
THIS ENDING WAS INADVERTENTLY OMITTED WHEN SUBMITTED (NOT EDITED)
Sharpening itself, the storm embraced,
Slicing a piece of me, starting at my face,
Think not of wet, only dry.
Now I can’t move, can’t move, can’t you see,
The influence of the storm’s gotten the best of me;
A new season calls once again, Winter to Spring, then Summer to Fall, everlasting love on my face bares it all.
Categories:
frameless, nature, seasons,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Amid once roseates mirroristic muse borne reflections ~
Images now manifesting themselves inside the dampened blink of time to find
But a bitter root spawning within jestives mocking mist touching it all....
A hearts turning unto the tainteds brushed in such bluish black?!
Shades encumbering frameless days to impede silent breath
Cast into the haze caught afore solitudes sight; this
Charcoaled aneath grays changling canvas tracing dreams; tampered thoughts....
Dreamt upon an empty palette; stilled, by these quietus hands!?
Turning unto jaded an emerald forest of loves hopes risen from
Innocent visions bearing light awakened so very deeply inside ~
Stigmatized, while gazing into the divertive face of autumns newest moon....
Piercing this glass formed in silver made hues; shadows etching royalistic palms left
Waiting for a mornings dew dipped colours to someday soon, reappear?!
Renewing what has been stolen; mingling betwixt the blood of, red laced sins
****************************************************************
...."Splashed" ~
Categories:
frameless, hope, life, love,
Form:
Draw on frameless blue
lines from the power and pull
of my wings in air.
Categories:
frameless, flying, freedom, summer,
Form:
Haiku
SOLE EXPEDITION OF MY SOUL EXPOSITION
Your sole expedition
of my soul exposition:
Day and night falls,
My thought calls,
Flushed faced as staring walls,
Vizarded like blinking dolls,
Frightened fixed eyeballs,
And my frameless vision,
Was your passionless passion;
Fulfilling your heartbreaking mission;
Left me motionless, lolls,
The envisioned progress annuls.
You've got the balls
To step in & cause multiple falls
Of my hearten edifice,
Wreck it all to my greatest surprise,
Breached my barrier with such guts,
your balm was my hurt,
Now I am left strut,
Alone, devoured and stuck
To sit here in huge shock
As you walk the solitary walk.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 28th December, 2020.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #inspirationbymuse
Categories:
frameless, 1st grade, heartbreak, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
The Oil Soft Yoke
Alas, the contest sponsors do expound
on how to sail your craft, and where it’s bound
thus must the muse-less vessels get in line
wander straight and never serpentine
for hearts are frail and distant widows peak
still hear cold vagrant cries of those who seek
a passage to a new world without rules
to build their frameless houses without tools.
And yet we stand in awe at castle gates
to view the masterpieces of the greats
ignore the splintered floors that bow and creak
believe the feather strong, the broadsword weak.
Embrace the furrowed rows, the oil soft yoke
for poetry when written ain’t no joke..
©12/24/2019
STRAND SPECIAL 8
Categories:
frameless, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
FRAMELESS
materialised
from shadows
diluted
sonorities
evoke
a
muffled
montage
as
prelude
drifting
through a
world half-awake
on a
promenade
of reverie
images faded
turned
& relinquish
identity
in a flux
of folly
in memory in
deluged
apocalypse
of
multisensory
tsunami
of
spectacular
optimism
Categories:
frameless, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
missing sides to my portrait lady
blessings in time turn under a
spyglass bewilderment
absent the clues round your
seamless skin.
and the light seems to reflect
unbroken along the borders
of your garments grace.
my darkened lady with flowers
of chalk draws in the night a
purple hewed silhoete to carry
her hearts desire.
quick as fiber optic resin in a fable
and i am as a moth drawn to your
flickering candlelit eyelids.
how can i make these hands
form.. fit....flaunt and flicker
into your frameless innocence.
how can these words consume
all placid enigmas.
teach me how to nurture this faith
between the missing corners
and are abstact angels will
be whole again.
Categories:
frameless, allegory,
Form:
It is never too late to become human,
to see reality and your place within it
not as a perceived world
or a conceptual reality
but as it is.
When you have risen from all thoughts of self
and awakened to the true nature of things
you will be just as human as the Buddha was.
Nothing in creation is inconsequential,
everything before you and after you
is you arriving – you happening.
See nothing as apart from your mind;
that empty thoughtless mind,
that Consciousness.
then a frameless window
will open in your mindfulness,
a perfect all seeing vision
of the ALL.
Categories:
frameless, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
SOLE EXPEDITION
Night falls,
Thought calls,
Staring walls
like blinking dolls,
Fixed eyeballs,
Frameless vision
but ageless mission;
Motionless, lolls,
Progress annuls,
Full empty halls,
Alone & stuck
to walk
the solitary walk.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 13th May, 2020.
Categories:
frameless, 1st grade, journey, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Outside and elsewhere
existence is a leaf on a deep blue river;
a long night has set it free to bob and tumble
as an upturned mirror caught in the gray rays
of an obscure sun.
I listen to the heartbeat of a giant turtle;
the soundless pulse of a mind roaming away from itself.
At such times, a body of flesh becomes a body of work,
an opus of all that can be held
between a left and right handedness.
Nothing has a name here, all anchors are cut,
the black cat of thought
leaves no pawprint upon the inner eye.
Somewhere, now buried in a silvered dew,
the world at large has shrunk beneath the gravity of its own presence.
On the surface of all seen things faces are bereft of identity.
Home seems far away,
a place where an awakening ghost waits for its own arrival.
All the works of a self-creating oeuvre are naming themselves ‘home’
but ‘home’ knows nothing of any journeys made between
these disinherited regions.
From behind a cloud of nowhere a frameless door swings open;
nothing enters, yet All That Ever Was steps out
to greet it.
Categories:
frameless, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
At one time,
(a time so broad
that it knew no ownership),
at one time
the world was wide,
there were no nations, no distinctions
just naked humans in a well clothed landscape.
Then came the thought of ‘race.’
The hunter gatherers became farmers
they built walled cities
and every wall was a demarcation.
The actual clothes they wore
became a status symbol,
and so the poor had to feed the wealthy
and the wealthy owned the poor.
The earth began to fracture
most of the sparsely populated wide open
became the over-populated narrows.
Until one side of a street
was at war with the other side.
Hunter gathers still existed
but they lived on the margins
they survived
only by the consent
of the people crowded into the narrows.
If they really tried to be naked and free
the narrow people
would make TV shows about them,
pretty soon
they also become narrow images
moving inside a picture frame place
that once was frameless.
Categories:
frameless, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
The West is slipping away.
On the East side of this living space
light slips its shadowy leash,
paints a last frameless image
upon a bare wall.
Moving closer
I study a shape as it shifts slightly
while an unseen sun
shoulders the earth again.
If I squint it might be the face
of a friend. I look for fever,
the hollow-eyed recognition of death -
no it’s not her death mask
this is before the last breath arrived
a momentary representation
before her fade out.
I had assumed it was light
playing upon a surface
but see that the East has leached out again,
and it can cross the world
and travel time
arriving always before
the impatient night.
Categories:
frameless, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Dreams of brothers
Visiting frameless picture
As I hold all once with love of calm
Unspoken silence betray to me in birth
Spike of trees to be shine left to touch aching shoulder
When all comeback make it surreal in simple gatherings
A simple knock or a bell in steps of my door
Cake and cider are always in table
Waiting to be haunt in knights of silence
Categories:
frameless, death, friendship, imagination,
Form:
Free verse