Best Gone Poems
For the rose without season is you
Light between stars shine through your soul
Ocean of kindness whispers your name
Joy resides in those beautiful eyes
Treasure trove,a friend to keep
Humbleness and Honesty your virtues
Open-hearted to all,expecting nothing in return
Mother and Wife who lives life for her beloveds
Admirable for verse,and much more for gentle deeds
Special is the best word which sincierely describes you.
Dedicated to Flo.J Thomas- a friend who supported so many soupers here on ps ,by reading our poetry,and encouraged so many by giving free memberships ,She even sent so many surprise gifts across the ocean,one of which has even reached my own land,and made me so happy.
Today Flo. is gone.Her account is closed,and Her beautiful words are now replaced by an empty page, on this site.This saddens me deeply. It saddens me anytime any souper gets hurt enough to leave.It hurts because poetry 's purpose is not to hurt people but to unite them.Us soupers here should be more careful how to use our words .Lets not let our tongues work faster than our hearts,nor our pretentious minds play the game better than our kindred souls.Someone have hurt Flo badly by stating mean remarks about Her,so I was told.I don't know who that someone is,because Flo was woman enough not to reveal names,but She was hurt,hurt enough to leave here, and close Her account.I can't watch more soupers leave due this nonesense.Pls lets all be more careful how to use our words.I am not pointing fingers at anyone in particular,I am saying this to myself as well.We all need to be more gentle and respectful .Situations like these are making friends considering leaving here for good, and each time one of us is gone, its a huge loss for our soup familyLet us all remember that once we utter a word we cannot take it back.It is ok for us to be different,have our distinct ideas, it is great to share them,but lets do everything with love.
To our dear Flo I say -'Please do return to poetrysoup and open a new account.I am sure you are greatly missed by many,sweet lady with an uplifting spirit.Thanks for being You.Pls Come Back '.
Be gone..
Do not look me in the eyes
We were not belongers
But,Intruders
who happened to trespass
into each other's lives
We were no Romeo and Juliette
But, Pretenders
Like moon rocks believing they are the ones
who light up the infinite sky
Be Gone..
Do not look me in the eyes
Let not my lips go there
to that young and serene night
When we danced barefoot on the sand
with arms against the sadness of lost time
Your decision has been made
The last petal of an untouched margarita
withered in dust and rain
And you never asked Why
Be Gone..
Do not look me in the eyes
Do not remember me
Do not think of me
Forget my foreign whisper
like I 'll forget the wrinkle in your smile
There was never a better place
Nor will there be another time
The empty pages have been filled
Our unfinished book - Not anymore
I am a nobody ~ an echo in your hourglass fading in the sand
an empty barrel without the sweetened wine
Do not miss me - Do not think of me - Do not need me
Who am I
I' m just your rehearsed dream . a metaphoric lie
Be Gone
Do not look me in the eyes and say goodbye
I was never yours You were never mine.
I was You were
Were you ? Was I ?
This poem isn't about me or my life, but inspired
by someone else's life.
Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.
Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.
I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.
The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.
Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both
versions of the poem.
Great sun, your day is drawing to a marvelous close.
The horizon seems ablaze as you slowly spill into the turning of night.
Tomorrow we shall see your return,
as you stir sleepy eyes and herald the dawn.
Your arrival brings forth the songbird's call.
Though for now, your departure delivers dreams as we wade into the ether
Knowing that you are gone, but not forgotten..
Beautiful stars, we gaze deeply into your brilliance.
The sheet of darkness dances around your perfect placements.
Wishes and wants whispered towards your travels across the silent sea.
Years and tears have you guided all towards that great shore.
As the chariot of morn arrives, for that brief moment of time
The shimmer of your shine is gone, but not forgotten...
Northern winds in your winter wear,
Whistling as you rush across the barren hills.
All have been held in slowness and slumber
You bring forth a trial of man and also the cries for the new.
As gray gives way, to the colors of tomorrow and the warmth of want.
A chapter closes for three, as your distance grows, gone but not forgotten...
For love is a treasure, one which knows no boundary.
Knows not of time, or of chains and constraints.
It is never ending...
We shall shed a thousand layers
We will hold to one another, even as this earthly realm draws apart.
Gone, but not forgotten....TAH
Trills tumble through an air long silenced
warbled melodies enlighten the palate
whistles delight but fly off to the thistle
freighted by the frigid speak
amongst the downturn of the day
where blue skies lost their way
Memories of warm caresses
sing along in forgotten dreams
eclipsed heat of destiny
dealt away behind a curtain
draping naked rays of beauty
relegated to shroud in faded grey
Faint knocks of glory soon heard
where smiles seep in secret
gone but not forgotten
under blankets of hope
a moon struck douse of patience
left to awaken another day
How sad when things are too far gone -
when pleasures once you knew
are things no more to smile upon.
This plight for some is all too true.
Some souls are captive to their vice.
How sad when things are too far gone
and simple comforts don’t suffice.
To evil some become a pawn!
Some bearing pain become withdrawn:
for pain of body or the soul.
How sad when things are too far gone,
and nothing fills the gaping hole.
Some lose their home or livelihood.
Some live enslaved. There is no dawn
that shines for them with brotherhood.
How sad when things are too far gone.
July 18, 2022
for Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Title #1: Too Far Gone
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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Here one minute, gone the next
Life is everything it seems
Live each moment like your last
Never give up on your dreams
Wake each day to something new
Offer up a helping hand
Smile at a perfect stranger
Help a weary one to stand
Count your blessings one and all
Find the joy in every day
Best foot forward with each step
Show the world you’re on your way
Actions have their consequences
Think of others it affects
Time is short and always moving
Here one minute, gone the next
~
10/2/19
Written for the: Here one minute, gone the next Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I dream
Of Days gone by
Life was hard, each day we learned
We never wanted what we hadn’t earned
A handshake at the bank was the only must
Lives were built on faith and trust
Friday night dances at the school’s old gym
Pledge of Allegiance and a morning hymn
In the Spring, caterpillars all over the trees
Stop at the candy store for jujubes
Pinball machines and wiffle balls
Growing to serve, duty calls
Decorating the car for the football game
Jumping in leaves when Autumn came
Watch a parade on Decoration Day
Visit the grave, a prayer we’d say
Meet at the diner after class
On Christmas Eve, go to Midnight Mass
Play in the street until well after dark
Climbing trees at the local park
Baking potatoes on an open fire
Riding a bike after patching a tire
Delivering newspapers in all kinds of weather
Put a nail in a bat to hold it together
Counting stars while lying in the grass
Standing under a pavilion until the rain would pass
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I dream
Of days gone by.
she was a caterpillar,
i her cocoon
she was the music
i her dance
she was the rose
i her thorns
she was lost among the stars
i showed her the moon
i drifted like a tepid breeze
but she was lost in the storm
she was right
i was not wrong
she lit the fire
i burned like hell
It was my first Thanksgiving dinner as his wife
so I wanted the meal to be perfect in every way
But...trembling in fear, I cut my finger with a knife
It was the beginning of a day in piteous disarray
I didn't know a turkey would take so long to thaw
and I couldn't defrost the fat bird in the microwave
Agitated, I was afraid I'd have to serve it half raw
so, I parboiled it a while. My predicament was grave
The cranberries were cooking and started to pop
Then I noticed my sore finger was bleeding once more
Blood fell into the sauce pan; more than just a drop
Gotta serve it anyway. No time to go back to the store
My mother-in-law, Mary Ann, had a smirk on her face
She looks like a wild rabbit, both have wrinkled noses
I bedecked the table in my cloth of embroidered lace
finger bleeding again from thorns, darn those roses!
It's a Murphy's Law day for me cuz I've developed a tic
Face is twitching, but the turkey's roasting in the oven
People bustling in my kitchen. It's a comedy of slapstick
Cousin Benny wants a taste of my cornbread stuffin'
STUFFIN'? NO NO! I hadn't given the dish a thought
Could I make it from potatoes? I've got piles of those
I needed a drink; my frazzled nerves were distraught
Then sozzled Uncle Frank started taking off his clothes
We filled our plates as hubby, Jake, carved the bird
I gasped when I saw a bag of something on the platter
Mary Ann shrieked in laughter and shouted, "My word!!"
I had no clue it was in there. I became the Mad Hatter.
To the kitchen I retreated to ready the apple crumble
A laxative added to Mary Ann's to give her the poops
After dinner she dashed and crashed in a nasty tumble
I smiled with satisfaction and simply exclaimed, "OOPS."
I no longer search my memory
I no longer use my pride
I've loss the desire for liberty
I no longer speak for life
What I've said hundreds of times
I'll repeat no more
Time has had it's passage
and totaled up the score
Love has used it's powers
both human and Divine
untold endless hours
dedicating my creative mind
I've suffered the tears while writing
when injustice and love were fighting
Discribed the beauty I saw
with God's intentions totaled in awe
These are words of an empty shell
The mother of peril still shinning
pausing slowly here and there
with rhyming still providing
The old ghost it still lives
relationship more take than gives
imagined love unmasked as doubt
the weapon of fantasy I now live without
I created once a world to inspire
filled it full with realities desires
never once believing I was a liar
just another member of a silent chior
poetic eyes gone blind with time
loss of perceptions creative eye's
I now lie buried with a motor of rust
A poetic heart I no longer trust
Meet in Eden's garden, where life first gave birth.
A beautiful paradise, pure and serene.
Amidst verdant petals, not seen on this Earth,
flowing in rainbow hues on lush lawns of green.
Like Adam and Eve, we'll roam in jasmine air,
adrift in nature's splendour without a care.
Sing lullabies with angels, as we hold hands.
Watch fluorescent sunsets in eternal lands.
Have you longed to give your heart just for the sake of giving?
Withheld for years, for pain and tears spark fear that steals from living
a full, enriched, and glorious life where joy outweighs the sorrow ~
one in which one yearns to live, believing in tomorrow.
And if you thought to finally give what’s ached to be set free,
to make a change, jumpstart your heart, within a moment be
everything you hoped for but could never quite conceive;
then, once again, encountered thieves who lie, cheat, and deceive...
Would you then quit, throw in the towel, no more to fight again;
or hold on tight, steadfast, and strong and pray that love will win?
Engaging in a battle as such may introduce defeat,
but walk away and casualties will knock you off your feet.
Consider this, if it is true that earth is heaven’s floor,
then love should rule ~ a truth transcribed upon each person’s core.
Could we succeed in loving self as much as we love others,
we just might heal and bear the strength to stand aside our brothers.
Then, we could all give from the heart with kindness and compassion
for fear will lose all reasoning when love becomes the fashion.
Since you’ve been gone….
The flowers have lost their color
The sun refuses to give its light
The moon weeps in her sorrow
And days have turned into night
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone…
The birds sing a mournful requiem
The wind moans at the windowsill
The sea threatens and billows
The starlight has grown suddenly dim
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone…
My world has crumbled down
The people laugh at my pain
My strength has withered away
My tears mix with the rain
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone
I’m haunted by the beauty of your smile
I count the endless seconds and days
I moan your name to my bedroom walls
I wander around in an endless maze
Since you’ve been gone
Nothing, no nothing has been the same…
Since you’ve been gone
Eileen Manassian
Circa 1991- 1992
I know there are some changes that need to be made to this, but I wanted to share this with you as I wrote it when I was about...24ish. I wrote it for my then boyfriend who is now my husband. He is the only man who has ever made love to me. I've known him since we were 12....
My Saddest Day(A Dog Gone Tableau)
I Had to leave him
(though he yapped and whined)
at the adoption drop off,
(I still loved him so)
with folks that I'd entrusted
(he was my dear friend)
with his safe keeping.
(He'd turned old and blind)
His mournful howl followed me
(when we let him go.)
as i exited the door
(How can my heart mend?)
My two poems for the Intermingle Contest of Craig Cornish:
My Saddest Day, written a while earlier than actually posted on 9/21/2014
& A Dog Gone Tableau, posted 10/17/2014 a few days after I wrote it.
By Andrea Dietrich
(The idea for what to use was inspired by my wonderful friend, Harry Horsman)