Best Hard Hitting Poems
I, Who Once Rose To Greet Dawn's Sweetest Voice
I, who once rose to greet dawn's sweetest voice
and with joys of life, made loving my choice
while in searching for romance and its gems
fiery rites of passion opened rose stems.
Moonlit skies, quenched heavy gasping aches
Always searching, playing for higher stakes!
I, who saw not blindness within my soul
felt only glory, instead of hurt's toll
A prisoner bound by unbreakable chains
I was a ghost, denying lonely pains.
Moonlit skies, quenched heavy gasping aches
Always searching, playing for higher stakes!
I, who walked along crooked paths with glee
did not admit harm done, to them or me.
Yes, a young rascal, seeking ever more
thus merciless, the bloody holes I tore.
Moonlit skies, quenching heavy gasping aches
Always searching, playing for higher stakes!
I, who thought life was meant for pleasure found
shut out truth's light and loud crying sounds.
Lost soul, racing into that coming wrath
playing wicked odds, and failing at math.
Moonlit skies, quenching heavy gasping aches
Always searching, playing for higher stakes!
I, who finally paid my costly dues
was imprisoned in dark, hard hitting blues.
Victim of my own making, blinded sight
cast into ebon fields of blackest blight.
No longer skies, of heavy gasping aches
No more searching, playing for higher stakes!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-21-2020
Rhyme, ( How Oft Life Teaches Us Those Much Needed Lessons )
Tribute poem composed for third poet, ( Christina Rossetti )
in my, -- "Lesser Known Poets Series".
See my new blog on this majestically talented and amazing poet.....
We get these hard hitting reminders
Of whom you are
In times of sadness
In times of powerlessness
In times when we are left with so many questions
A memory
A few words
Lyrics of a song
You coerce us into knowing
That in all these things
In life and death
You are there
At times silent
At times encouraging
But always there
The comforter
We never know we really need you
Until it is the only thing we feel close to
*Inspired by the sudden death of a friend on 25/08/2013*
©135726082013
Not once did i ever see my father tear up.
Not once.
Never did i see him get emotional.
Blue with haze.
He was scared.
But he never cried.
A tear had never once fell from his rosey toned cheeks.
Those rosey tones caused by a rush of relaxation.
A rush of forgetfulness.
Crushed cans.
Like his crushed feelings.
But never once did he cry.
Never once did my father take his glasses off upon his face.
Off his bright red nose, caused by the sun that he worked under every day.
The crimson sun, hard on these men’s life and back.
Never once did i see him rub his eyes.
Not because he didn’t care.
But because he took care of his emotions.
Buried down as far under his stance.
Past the ground where he stood tall as a man.
Rooted there like a tree that is rooted for life.
As the years show my independence.
As my growth away from the nest,
So far away i may become.
Never trying to at all show the blue.
Never in front of another eye.
Never in front of a sight.
Because you are weak.
You are so weak.
You are so weak if it spills.
Never once did my father cry.
Never once did i cry.
Never once did we not not care.
We cared.
As the universe crawls into the darkest parts of the world;
?Time never exists,
Experiences rather than time.
Things always consistently changing and happening for an untold reason.
Never once did he cry.
Never once did i cry.
Never once did we cry,
Until tonight.
I saw his tear,
His chocked up throat.
He saw my tears,
Hard, hitting the floor.
We stood there,
Face to face, tear to tear.
We cared.
I'm but a frail bird tasked to bring hope and spread peace.
How shall I fly high in the sky with such a brittle burden!
My heart pounds in dilemma like a ping pong ball as I release
my wings in the air to take a flight at the height of a dark sky.
As dark as it can be, above me, the cauldron-black sky
with scary scars of blazing explosions emitting blinding light.
Beneath me, the brazier ground groaning with an outcry,
shedding tears of sparks that vaporize into nebulous smokes.
In between is the whizzing of weapons, excreting smokes
and urinating radiation that smothers the air with brutality.
Warhead rockets, firing aircraft, missiles, bombs...stoke
the fire of war for the sake of supremacy by killing morality.
Shrills of ruination buried under the roars of madness spree
while the two-legged demons having a bloodbath with big guns.
Colors of bliss faded away and helpless time trying to flee
as achromic misery taints moments with grim stains in gallons.
Ember red blood is the only bold color that flows in streams
dyeing the soil and water with a stench of rotting death.
Once cultivated verdant fields are now burned into coal seams.
Marred by violence, houses crumble like ashes in hearth.
Such horrific images I see all around me as the hearth
of fierce war burns with glaring flames and crackling noises.
I fly, hover and fly with my singed wings as there is a dearth
of safe shelter; my exhausted body trembles with fear.
Would I be able to stop the war? I questioned myself with fear.
Quite a hard-hitting answer I received in the form of a bullet
that pierced my heart and I fell on the ground with tears.
From my smeared blood, poppies bloom around me as I die.
Date: 11/12/2017
Just like football we’re hard hitting and rough,
If you want to hang with us, you’ve gotta be tough;
No sissies allowed, we don’t cry when we’re hurt,
We’re the kinda people that play in the dirt;
Daring each other to become more extreme,
Our bold eyes shining with a terrified gleam;
“I dare you to go slap that bull and run away”,
Is a typical thing we hear everyday;
Some call us crazy and they’re probably right,
Cause this bunch of friends is one scary sight.
~For Kristen Bruni's contest~
Sitting on a branch of a white sapote tree
Shivering, crying and alone
Away from home, on the highest branch that can hold me
Hiding......no more beatings mommy
Scared, it's pitch black and sounds of insects rule the night
Hiding......I've become the teen that runs away
With any chance, searching for that ray
Scared, I don't want to die, I want to see more days
I want to be heard, can anyone hear me
The rain falls hard, hitting hard my bare back
with every drop, my scars become more scarce
The rain I love, it cleanses my tears
The rain is my friend, atleast am not so alone
The drench and the cold night are better than the place i call home
Sounds of the rain soothe my lonely heart
Sounds in the dark protect me from the pain
Sounds of my cries assure me that am okay
The songs I write in the rain, are my tickets to be away
Sponsor Pendleton Arkwright
Contest Name Rain and Dark, Isolated Places
Adrenaline rush of frostbite maps out sail
Fugitive senses converge to disrobe snow blindness so bright
Though fluffy and soft in the air
Hard hitting the ground, beauty in opposites ignite
11/11/2015
Wrestling has been around for ages,
Remember the Romans with there cages.
Ever since then it has gotten more violent.
Seldom does the crowd grow silent.
They hit each other with steel chairs and tables,
Leaping off ladders and walking on cables.
Injuries come quite often.
Not to mention their bodies are softened.
Going to see them live is really cool, And its all to see them hard hitting fools.
You're not a coward
having shown a great lack of intelligence
or common sense within arrogance towards another opinion
For that which matters deeply disturbed blocked out
hard hitting truth in evidence reads between the lines,
Micky mouse can clearly see the victim trapped
pushing false agendas that promote hate
Inside the visible truth we can see lost
closed doors behind the veil a bully in words
to speak correctly toned casting names of judgement
condemning wisdom hitting a brick wall
chained prisoner of deception
Killing every fact as if tortured behind the mask
attacking victims whom are silent ghosts
Violence towards another being is the code you live by
its easier to eat humble pie and admit defeat
there is no getting through and saving these souls
Brainwashed against the word of God
what can you say about that which matters
Driving home one afternoon from school,
It was raining and the air was nice and cool.
Less than a mile from home in my little S-10,
Traveling the same road again and again.
It was a freshly paved road around the bend,
Taking it nice and easy because my turn was at the end.
A dark green car came around in my lane,
I swerved so I would not hit the insane.
Before I could even blink an eye,
My truck was sideways as my tires let out a cry.
I had to think fast my time was running out,
I’m not going to live through this, my mind full of doubt.
Sharply turning the wheel all the way to the left,
Holding on for life like protecting something from theft.
The front tire bites and the truck slings around,
My heart sinks as I see a stop sign firmly planted in the ground.
Now bounding through the ditch on the other side,
Landing hard hitting my head as I cry inside.
Clipping the stop sign on the right side of my truck,
Is it over yet? Can I have the worst luck?
Woods dead ahead as if signs weren’t enough,
Now I’m dodging trees, bushes and stuff.
I slam on the breaks thinking how could it hurt,
I close my eyes as my tires fill with dirt.
The truck stops. I’m not moving anymore,
“Is this the end?” I think as I reach for the door.
My eyes open now looking at a tree,
I can’t believe I made it, someone was looking out for me.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 04/01/2009
Love does not rejoice in iniquity but rejoices in the truth
words taken from the bible that fires an arrow deep
We are living now in a world where people have departed from God
tolerance is needed with prayer and fasting
Socrates hits the key note in this where fascism takes control
When the debate is lost slander becomes the tool of losers
Many are so shortsighted blind when it comes to standing supporting sin
Do we look to the bright side of humanity
instruct ignorance springs to mind when it comes to fault
Under a veil where darkness forces its agenda
silencing the victims from having rights to an opinion
Every slave has become chained in words to chaos
deeds served as caring take away certain values
Living has little meaning when vanity takes the reins
hard hitting facts are hard to ignore in these bullies
Victorious individuals rise above the storms of life
because we all can see the burning anger is internally fused by hate
triggered by the deepest burning turmoil
even when forgiven it pushes so far beyond belief
In some cases in the end we are flogging a dead horse
so to speak good without judgement
I am a sinner forgive me my life's errors
we are all guilty of remaining quite at times
the time to speak is now and defend your birthright
no good comes out from evil ways
I have nothing to lose, by submitting.
My poems aren't perfect, I'm admitting.
A crime of bad rhymes, I'm committing.
A disease of word misuse, I'm transmitting.
I try to be hard-hitting, but my diction is unfitting.
There are times I feel like quitting,
Then a gem is born, after some diligent editing.
My dreams involve writing of course
I want to break into the tough word of literature
I want to be a top author
or an editor of a magazine
I want to write soap opera's
and screen plays
I want my talent to be limit less
I want this more than I want the money
I want a hard hitting story
or a front cover news article
I want it so bad I can't sleep sometimes
Just sitting up thinking about this goal of mines
The field I want to venture into is competitive
Only the best writers deserve the shot
and I am willing to give up everything
for my D.R.E.A.M.
Cause it's all i' ve ever wanted
CM For A Leader
There lies in him lots of practical wisdom in the thoughts of the Sarawak CM.....
He knows his mind and doing his best is far reaching as he administers...
The Chief Minister admits, in his own words, Sarawak has lots of catching up to do..
In the 2 years he has been in office, there has been 50 resolutions or so..
He highlighted his hard hitting labeling of some federal policies as stupid...
And elaborated his state's latest earthshaking recognition of using English..
To him, English is a universal language of knowledge, technology and more...
He stressed the urgent need for one to look and see, to listen and hear more...
To him there lies a great difference if one were to be indifferent there...
He made his stand very clear, when extolling Sarawak for Sarawakians...
In his own words, cessation from federal is a no but autonomy is more than ok...
To appreciate the some startling changes he has initiated and implemented..
It would be an education if one were to look up on his many innovative moves..
Friends, take time to view and listen to this short video of the man behind these moves....
So as to appreciate the many startling changes he has implemented. ..
Surprisingly he omitted to mention his efforts of giving recognition...
To the Dayaks, a majority race in Sarawak, as a valid race in documentations...
A giant leap of official identity for this officially overlooked indigenous race ...
That wallowed in the danger of being lesser known than the mascot of the state..
That proud and colourful bird that lends its name to the Sarawak state...
For all Malaysians, Sarawak is the famous Land Of the Hornbill...
With CM Adenam Satem, therein lies the hope his state will be a king of the hill...
http://www.thestar.com.my/videos/2015/12/20/adenan-satem-on-the-english-language-illegal-logging-political-style-and-autonomy/
Reflections on Windows
Conversations with depth
Well defined shadows
Sunset silhouettes
Tangible textures
At the core of my home
Reward for my efforts
Time spent alone
Flying on planes
Unfamiliar faces
No need to explain
How crucial my space is
A crisp hotel bed
In a place, far away
Time, in my head
Before words I say
Unique ways of living
To excite a routine
The feeling of winning
Support from a team
A life I can trust
No, hard hitting twists
Events, pre-discussed
Checking off lists
A mild, solo stroll
Beneath leaves, falling
To pamper my soul
And ponder my calling