Best Graving Poems
And In Rhapsody And Colors Life Flows
There in dear morning's soft glistening rays
White beach sand squishing between eager toes
Magical humming as waves blue sky sways
And in rhapsody and colors life flows
About, beyond, into eternity
I see an ant, its miracle divine
Endless waves splash into infinity
Dare I ever try to my soul define?
Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?
Through scenic beauty and heart's tender beats
I sift sweet flavors of salt laced air
Graving far more than life's woes to defeat
I marvel at the birds flying in pairs
What do they think of dangerous mankind
Can they know we are lost seeking our way
Amongst trash we so often leave behind
Racing ever onward without delay?
Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?
I walk in a soft daze wondering why
Life to us seems a magnificent mystery
We think foolishly to our flaws deny
When evidence emits from history
Then a fine gem appears, a strange seashell
Its radiance singing a lullaby
Immediately comes a wondrous spell
Saying, "your life exists to heaven fly".
Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?
There in dear morning's soft glistening rays
White beach sand squishing between eager toes
Magical humming as waves blue sky sways
And in rhapsody and colors life flows.
Robert J. Lindley, June 24, 1979
Romanticism
Old Note-
I hope so deeply that life stops being so damn hard
In my dreams it promises such wondrously sweet rewards.
New Note-
Even now with rhapsody and colors fading
Life cries out, live and love- we are still grading.
Looking across the dark night, I try , to know my mistakes,
To know why I'm here ,to know why my life shakes.
Nothing seems to go right ,everything is still the same ,
yet in my foresight ,I tremble to smile again.
Lost count of the stars ,as well as the tears falling by,
singing to the tune of, lone birds in the sky.
All efforts seem to go in vain, as I cry and breakdown,
trying to search that hand to wipe my tears and frown.
Missing every past moment, of joy as well sorrow,
uncertainties hanging above, graving over my tomorrow .
Losing every hope I had ,I close my eyes in emptiness ,
listening to the empty silence ,tortured by loneliness.
I dream of the day, the day sun would rise,
make me feel good ,and my mistakes I may realize.
On the cold harden stone carvings names remain,
Charcoal etchings sketching’s, rubbing’s of forgotten history,
Textured rows of this human bone yard called a cemetery.
Rough carved gray monuments to life’s fragileness,
Isolation chambers of remembrance lie hidden beneath
This earthen soil, as for-get-me=knots floral arrangements
Garnish these graves of emotional attachments.
Fossilized vessels of mankind’s historical legacy,
Layers of preservation evidence that we existed,
Satisfied and blessed time capsules for the future,
Lie within these human skeletonized bone fields,
For later discovery to investigate.
As thin as the paper lain against these stones
Of textured graving, are the vials between
Us and our extinction, life is a fleeting gift
To be celebrated not thrown away ever so lightly.
I’ll kick against the tides of life, striving to
Thrive and survive, for I’m a branch of extension,
Spiritual Connected to the tree of humanity,
And my roots have grown in the richness of
Traditions roots of mine ancestors, thus
One stone downwards from thy kindred.
Ever rocking is the head stone of the ages,
It sways with the endurable chiming rhythm
Of the timeless sands, flowing through the
Hourglass of our global atmosphere.
Walking amongst these bricks of stood,
As idle soldiers at the ready for discoveries,
Shovel blades, I ponder the thoughts that
They may evoke in the future world of
Tomorrow.
Oh in the harvesting of the dinosaurs leavenings,
We’ve written our own biography’s sinnario,
One day to be exposed to the light of infinity,
For no single entity lasts forever, nor species
Shine beyond extinctions mighty wrath.
After all is it not true that the key to understand
The future, is to unlock the past.
On the cold harden stone carvings names remain,
Charcoal etchings sketching’s, rubbing’s of forgotten history,
Textured rows of this human bone yard called a cemetery.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
She can stand any number of heart breaks
For nothing is more heart-breaking than the death of her parents
She is strong enough to go through any amount of pain
For nothing is more graving than her hunger when she starves
Loneliness is just but a piece of cake for her
When already got abandoned in a mental asylum ages ago
No storm is strong enough to uproot her
When she sees her siblings dine in the street waste bins
She breaks her heart
She pains
She feels lonely
She stumbles
But remember, not forever!
-Puvi-
There is no love, but jealousy is crying
In coldest heart as tempest as the storm
I need no answer in the daily lying
The sympathy will pass and graving worm
is biting past, that use to be forgotten
There’s no disturbance and the soul is still
The time is running apathy’s begotten
to take illusions with as I can feel.
The lust will leave it’s silent it’s like beggar
And Lyre will fall on ground it’s tired so
There is no love it’s cruel I’ve washed its make-up
And I am jealous for your sake in row.
My bags are all packed and ready to go,
Goodbye my love, you know I hate to leave
For it’s the only way to escape
from the pain that you had gave.
I’m stepping on a board of a ship
trying to hold back the tears,
I used to think that I have an answer to everything,
To my worried mind that is full of fears.
Sailing into the ocean of North Atlantic
As I embrace the wind that twirling above the sky
Standing beneath the silence,
Watching the passengers chatting, laughing
Enjoying the night, sipping their wine
Others are not, just sitting beside the ship
Maybe they are just like me
Carrying a heavy heart that are drowning
In sadness and graving for a love that had gone
Some are smiling saying hi
Clanging on the arms of their love ones.
Still, I’m standing beside this ship
Holding the locket that you had gave,
As I heard the screams that echo in my ear
Children’s crying craving for help, lovers clanging in their arms
The titanic where I pass is about to sink
Collide with an iceberg, this voyage
Would be the end of my life?
I run as fast trying to escape,
But it’s too late; I thrown into the deep ocean
My body shaking, I begun to sleep
Tried to open my eyes, I see your face
Holding the locket closes to my heart
The memory of you I will bring
Unto the last minute of my breath.
That my heart will go on and on,
Like a water from the sea that flow.
Written By: Cheryl Aldea
My heart will go on and on Contest
Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Graving clouds
companies poor
crying all along
This is a poem about child abuse so if your against it please vote and comment thanks you and hope you like it.
Oh no daddy's home!
Where should I hide?
In my closet ,no that's where he found me last time.
Under my bed,no that's where he pulled me out by my legs and hurt my head.
My name is Kelly I'm only eleven.
My daddy come home from drinkin
And gives me a beaten.
He blames me for momma leaven.
Oh no here comes graving me by the hair,I'm so scared...
Daddy please stop it hurts I yell ,but it don't help.He throws me and I hit the wall,where I fall.
Daddy I scream I'm sorry for momma leaven ,now I feel my head bleeding,but he doesn't stop.as tears tears fill my eyes I sit here and cry .
He pulls the blade out and sticks it to my neck,I try to plead for help,but can't breath as the blade cuts..so this is it as I hit the floor,closing my eyes,I see the light.well at least daddy can't hurt me no more tonight. Ill be with momma in the sky.well I guess this is good bye as daddy just killed me tonight.i should have told someone he was beating me every night,but hey God wanted me right away.So as I take my last breath I just wanted to say,tell someone before its to late and your in your grave.
Hey just wanted to say I cried writing this poem so I hope comment tell me what u think thanks and vote.
11-21-2016
So many subjects we can talk about
Different things we can do
Being left out far into the distance
I will be graving my way back to you
For what kind a reason?
I haven't got a clue
as I was sitting and about to write a friend of my came to see and say, I was reading your letter, poems, song, stories and I wonder why each time the writer change. and I say be of good cheer for you have seen a secret. and I'll tell you this secret and not write it again, cause the female must do the work, and I told my friend the secret for he have seen in the writing, and truly was he surprise. than I bibs him not to tell this secret to nobody. and he say I am truly blessed to have seen this secret. but why make them hard for man to see? and I say, because you have seen this secret your soul wonder the question, I am allow to reveal one secret now take your time to think of one question to ask me. and he sat and thought for an hour, than say to me, why do the writer face change each time? and I say, the human - being has many roots, for in the life time of human - being the roots must have their say. none of them must be deny their rights. this is a great thing you're saying to me, and my mind can not understand it, than I say, you must allow the whole body to understand not the mind alone, the body and the soul must understand together so that the tongue to tell it. than I say, I shall tell you this, what did the father created first the soul or the spirit, and he reply, the spirit, than I say, who are the greater of the two? he reply the spirit. I than reply, neither for both are great in power, but it is the spirit that teaches the soul and the soul the body, for the body is the weaker of the three. now as far as sin there is no such thing, it's called good or bad deeds, and I shall tell you their names, the first is Darkness,graving, ignorance,jealousy mixed with rage,enslavement, intoxicated, guileful. these are the seven that enslaves the body and soul, it can not the spirit, for the spirit run freely always. and than my friend left and I stop writing to place my pen down.
these details that i often spill
are streaming from my spirit's still
a brew thats strong with graving wieght
thru this i now communicate
to get you drunk with all my pain
to leave you grimly feeling sane
so when this potent beverage hits
you surely wont let go of it
Memories knotted by a stimulating tread,
images attach themselves to some secret pled.
Tension and liquid courage stirring the night,
graving stimulation already in sight.
Motions that hunt that savage dream,
currents of lost faith never less so keen.
Desired water tainted with old dust,
heritage of fears so agile when combust.
Elements of other lies and its stain,
tincture of believing and acting in vain.
Concealed in subtle unaware and blind,
all enough reason in time and place to find.
Space by ideal may esteem to might,
frames for pictures waiting to come to light.
Undeniable dangerous speculative mind,
reawaken by shades of delusional kind.
Accumulated waters taken on momentum,
rushing towards the fall of sanctum.
Love bewitches
While certainty is almost not real,
what is the allure of love and its deal.
The trembling stories filling many books,
the playground of temptation and its looks.
The chemistry in moon light haunted,
irrational thoughts unbounded.
The secret in more than anything else,
and being the observing intense myself.
When all is nothing beside it thinks,
and stupid melodies nonstop sings.
Dreaming doors just open wide,
filling every texture with you beside.
Touching eyes graving sensation,
bodily frictions as salvation.
When worlds collide and gently intricate,
nothing but delightful incident.
Is this the complex firmament all felt,
constant twilight motions as loving imitation dwelt.
Fragile symbols meeting rocks to engrave,
for centuries to be saved.
When lips that touch not meaning much,
having the magic endurance as such.
Season-1: Graving Ourselves
We are graving ourselves in the middle of the trail,
Breathing smoke as air, skeletons block our way.
this path is ours, ash as rose on the floor.
This moon is too close to us burning our own sights.
These stars are blind in the middle of the night.
Our hearts are too wild to be graved,
Let them be blind, we can find our own way.
I can help you cross the floor and breathe this smoke,
Let them be close, I will reflect the sight on the floor.
Season-2 : We Were Playing
We called those stars blind
but they helped us hide in light.
We cloaked ourselves in quiet, and the moon belived the lie.
They saw us breathing smoke,
The soil, like saviour, gave us hope!
This grave is Deepo, smiling at us
like he wants to keep us in touch.
A mirror as our pawn on the floor,
Protecting us from the skeleton store.
It made them look — no place to hide.
Their faces burned in their own sight,
And the moon, once clever,
now burns with them.
Now we are in Deepo,
watching for an opening window.
A window where pluto sings- love unhexed,
in moonless light.
Fireworks are rising, feeling ignite,
We survived, just to scream — I love you tonight.
This weight is great
Heavy upon my soul
Each tear drop is lost
On my wet pillow
Memories now a dream
Sharing is now gone
An empty dinner plate
Filled with only thought’s
Empty hangers in a closet
Our youthful days
Have disappeared
Laughter is now fear
Your greeting message
Still on our phone
A voice I cannot erase
Sitting here alone
A grief I must now embrace
Contest: Givers
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date Created: 09/21/2020