Best Grounded Poems


Premium Member You Keep Me Grounded

You keep me grounded
to the soil of my soul
reminding me again
that my words matter
that they help scatter
misconceptions
making connections
pathways to inner places
leaving conjugated traces
of emotional bleeds
and epiphanies

you keep me grounded
when nothing pulls me back
and I float free
tired of poetic mediocrity
nothing new under the sun
not clever enough for that pun
heart sore and word desert bare
when I can't be bothered to care
you keep me grounded

you read the forgotten lines
find a charm, find a rhyme
something of beauty
a pleasure filled treasue
my effort you measure
and when my heart bleeds
you sound the alarm
checking on me
helping me to be
OK
you keep me grounded

Once again, I write
my muse metaphorically in flight
paradoxically poetic
for.....it's now clear to me
you keep me grounded....here

Dedicated to Richard Lamoureux!

Richard, thanks for the many many visits
and for making me want to stay
You keep me grounded
what can I say :)

Premium Member - Stay Grounded -

                                       Mindfulness meditation
                                       through deep thoughts
                                        a intellectual journey

                                Take your reflection to next level
                                      hone your moral compass
                                           find the inner peace

                                     Recognizing the value of life
                                 the art of deep thinking is not lost
                                  We have too many worries in life

                                           Challenge yourself
                                    discover various perspectives
                                   simply becoming better human

Grounded Wings (A Joint Effort With Wilma Neels)

Two birds sit in a tree...                            A colaboration from Wilma Neels & 
Only separated by the sea..                                                  Michael J. Falotico
They hum tunes that only they can hear...
The sun sets on one as the other see's it appear..
The wandering sounds of bliss..
Bring back memories to reminisce...
On days when they could spread their wings...
And experience all those amazing things...
When they would spread their wings and fly...
And time would just whisk by...
All they have left is memories...
And a lifetime of mysteries...


Grounded

Stood at the upstairs window, hands face down
fists clenched, knuckles touching cool windowsill.
Crows, silhouette cut-outs surveyed the town
from aerials and ranged the skies at will.
I watched their dark progressions jealously,
from eggshells cracked they burst and rove the sky
roaming when needs dictate, they hunt and feed
instinct their engine, not some reasons why.
And here I stand moulded by circumstance,
driven by life's winds, leaf upon a stream,
currents of obligation, waves of chance
my path determined, yet allowed to dream.
Cannot accept defeat though these things be,
I know I'm out there somewhere- the real me
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Self Control

Self control, God knows, is difficult at best…
Especially when rebellious is the
 self possessed.
I've put myself in corners,
I'll be grounded till pigs have wings
I can't even tell myself what to do, it seems.

Premium Member Poets Are Well Grounded

Contrary to the popular consensus

Poets in general are very well grounded, well adjusted

As opposed to the general population

It's the average Joe or Jillian out there that are in question

It's really not their fault, it's due to the state of the world

The constant bombardment of negative news

That we constantly receive daily

Negatively affects us year after year, decade after decade

It never gets any better... in fact it's worse AND scarier

But I've said it before and here I say it again

Rise above it and carry on in spite of all the negativity

In my experience, it's really the only way to survive

I seem to be harping on this theme a lot lately

But in reality, I'm just trying to give you the benefit of my 79 years

And what I've found has helped me get through

Really I'm no great stinker... uh, thinker

Just passing along what I've learned!



© Jack Ellison 2014


Grounded

I always look at the ground . . . whenever I walk. . . on the sidewalk I barely make the effort at looking straight ahead. Instead, I look at my path. . of where my feet are making contact . . with the pavement . . made to be stepped on. . . bounded to the earth that people don’t appreciate enough. . like the unwanted crust from a slice of pizza or a homemade sandwich, disregarded and not wanted. . . I look down to not engage contact with the walking bodies of strangers. . . from the street corners of conjoined houses, to the bustling system of train stations and around alleys for financial institutions. The ground will always be there. The only time I look up is when I see an architecture worthy of my attention. . . the complex engineering of constellations beyond the blueprints of hand-made skyscrapers. . . it doesn't take long before I fix my attention back . . down to the ground. I will forever look at it knowing that I will one day be buried in it.

Grounded Ship

Grounded Ship
Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013

The ship had run aground
While the crew was horsing around.
No one could see,
How this could be,
Since the Captain was nowhere around.

Grounded

I was raised among the autumn leaves
Subjugated to the seasons    
And the mirth of the wind
Transfixed by the passing moon
That sad old man
Who claims to be wise, yet utters naught
More guidance I have found from the lonely Lilac
And the vole; and the sympathetic rain
Than I have from Luna
For I am lonely and fear that soon
I too will be the aggregate 
Of time and erosion

Grounded

Just as I lost my footing
And the dirt slipped loosely 
I felt my body my life tumbling backward
My arms flailing before me
And then your hand
Keeping me grounded
Into your arms
Shielded from the harm of the outside world
© Jen H.  Create an image from this poem.

Flights Grounded

Snow crisp and white
No indents made by wildlife ….
All flights grounded

Grounded

As I filter through these items stored
Within my mind and heart

Am I to just pretend
You never held a part

Held so loosely in your hand
Without restraint or guile

Made my spirit take to flight
Uplifted by your smile

Why must I hit delete on
Memories held dear

A moot point at best,I simply can't
They always reappear

It is a fact you left a mark
No superficial wound

Cut to the core forever more
Flight feathers permanently pruned

The first cut IS the deepest
All that follows but a scratch

Trying as hard as was possible
I would not take the patch

All in my life incurred since then
I hold no one to task

As I honestly gave all that I could give
Putting on my happiest mask

So........I will always be your Buddy
You will always be my Pal

And if any have a problem
They can also have a cow

Premium Member Grounded

Stillness sweeps sound
Glimpse gracious grounds


Live lovely light
Bear blossoms bright


Prize poignant place
Feel fleeting face


New notions niche
Ride rapture rich


Seize sublime sense
Touch thrilling tense


Style sensuous spread
Drown dreary dread


Meek mind moves make
Swift surprise stake


Charm crazy choice
Pick pretty poise


Day dreams dance deep
Stream spacious sleep




Leon Enriquez
23 January 2017
Singapore

Grounded By Flesh

My soul cries out in anguish for the many sins of my flesh…longing to do right, but somehow my flesh desires only to do wrong. My soul and spirit cry out to my flesh to be strong! My flesh longs to be accepted by this world…full with pleasers of the flesh, ignorant to their own immortal souls! I long to pull off all my fleshly parts, to be left as nothing more than skin and bones…then I could immerse both my soul and spirit with the faithful words to God…No more, need to worry Abba, Father! Flesh is no longer here to separate me from your words!

Premium Member This Romeo Roofer Is Grounded

His girlfriend he wanted to see
To travel he came by Jet Ski
The moron, the fool
Broke our Covid rule
Our Deemster was far from happy!

His Christmas will be spent in jail
Found guilty, he’s no chance of bail
This romeo roofer
He sure is a goofer
No wonder his face turned so pale

*This morning around eight o’clock
He’s transported to Douglas dock
Where he was sent packing
(A jet ski he’s lacking)
No longer such a proud peacock!



https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9082103/Jetski-Romeo-FREED-time-Christmas-Boyfriend-crossed-Irish-Sea-released.html

This idiot had never ridden a jet ski but decided to contravene our very strict covid regulations and come over to the Island from Scotland  to see his girlfriend who he had only met in September – he had twice been denied permission to travel. 

He thought it would take about 40 minutes to travel but it took him over 4 hours as the sea was rough and then he (allegedly) walked 15 miles to her home,  Meanwhile the coastguards in Scotland were worried about him but managed to contact him via mobile phone but he never disclosed he was on our island. He and his girlfriend went out to 2 nightclubs and when questioned by authorities he said he lived with her and gave her address… but he got caught out, court and put in prison for 4 weeks. However, today (23rd December) he was released and deported back to Scotland which I guess is good news for the 2 children he has with his ex partner. Only time will tell if he is allowed back on the Island but because of the situation in the UK with the new variant of Covid we are currently under very strict lockdown since midnight yesterday and only residents and essential key workers are allowed to come to the island…. Another poem is in the pipeline a parody of a John Denver song called I’m leaving on a Jet- Ski… watch this space!

12/23/20

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