Best Harshest Poems
I Am Winter
I am cold – not heartless,
nor do I wish any harm.
This is just the way it is,
my gaze - a shivering chill,
my kiss - a frosty sting,
my breath - a numbing touch.
I come alone – uninvited
unwelcome, unappreciated
to lull to sleep the cycles
that need rejuvenation.
I am angry – for you fear me -
shut your doors, lock your windows,
deny me but your harshest looks
wrap yourselves in layers
lest we touch.
I am saddened – thus I whine
dancing around your houses
bending low the cowering trees
weeping sub zero tears
that never fall.
I am Winter –
and when my time is done
you will rejoice that I have gone
never thanking me –
for the beauty that awaits.
John G. Lawless
12/17/2014
Submitted to PD’s – Winter Poems #1 – Poetry Contest
Categories:
harshest, feelings, winter,
Form:
Free verse
In the darkest of times
be the light of a candle
but the harshest of crimes
to let melt your candle
***
Give, unmindful of a reason
feel the heavy burden light
remember to mind your reason
fill your very soul with Light
***
Like a delicate dove
bathe into sweet waters well
feed on the seeds of Love
reach not the bottom of its well.
Categories:
harshest, art, care, caregiving, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
A requiem can faintly be heard
in the springtime breeze
as dandelion's morph from gold
blossoms to a crown of
seeds in downy tufts to begin their
airborne journey to
germinate and recreate with a drive
to survive even the
harshest weather, a plethora of
pesticides, and weeding.
Ah, can not the feminine form be
celebrated in comparison?
As her entourage of suitors lifts her
spirits to soar blissfully
until she establishes that one special
connection that causes
her bloom, that innate ineluctable
calling to mate and procreate.
Though trials, illness, and hardships appear,
future generations ineffably endure
in season's springtime, as love renews life.
May 4, 2016
Animus/Anima--Part 1: Anima - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
Definition of anima:
NOTE: Just for the etymology of the word Anima dear, Connie! Anima, Animal, Animation and so on are words that come for the Greek word "Anemos" which in the Greek philosophy meant the divine wind which filled the universe and which wind "anemos" Man breathed in and became "Alive" animated!
-thank you for this Demetrios.
Note: I may have done this contest all wrong?
Categories:
harshest, flower, metaphor, women, universe,
Form:
Imagism
A graceful sky slips soft in night,
pools of sunset cascade in streams.
Our skin desires moon’s golden light;
we long to dip in endless beams.
I sweep life’s dust from my front stoop
as dusk releases flow of tears.
How brilliant! Night paints starlit loops
to free me from dawn's coming fears.
Come fly with me away from day’s
torrential rays of harshest sun.
Come dance with me as music plays;
in graceful night, we’ll move as one.
I often watch the children’s games
on sunny streets of afternoon,
and dream of our eyes without shame
twinkling in starry night and moon.
Ribbons of love spiral through skies.
as our bare hands hang constellations,
then cling to night with stars' replies
of joyous hearts and adoration.
Categories:
harshest, feelings, freedom, love, night,
Form:
Quatrain
Tucked in a box of memories
is a smile lost long, long, ago.
Tattered by the harshest of winds
left buried beneath the winter's snow;
is a smile lost long, long, ago.
A tear that never ever fell,
Left buried beneath the winter's snow.
A secret pain, she could not tell.
A tear that never, ever, fell;
tattered by the harshest of winds,
a secret pain she could not tell,
tucked in a box of memories.
Held delicately in tissue
like a soft touch from God’s own hand;
the snapshot of mother and child.
An unplanned memory returned
like a soft touch from God's own hand.
Time sweeps every thought away.
An unplanned memory returned,
newborn on winter's coldest day.
Time sweeps every thought away -
the snapshot of mother and child,
newborn on winter's coldest day
held delicately in tissue.
Categories:
harshest, grief, memory, sorrow,
Form:
Pantoum
Dark thoughts emerging from a lifeless spirit,
a wandering ship sinking into the remotest depths;
denying itself reality and its sense of comfort...
and was ever there a lighthouse to disperse its darkness?
A captain stirring his erring ship,amid furious waves,
for an imminent and fierce war,
not noticing the making of its destiny...
fighting unnecessary battles of ambiguity,
hoping that luck would bring it safely ashore;
even a small island was hidden from his gaze!
An unwise listener would not take advice from anybody,
he didn't reject it embracing his own vulnerability;
a good decision that didn't imply a cost...
would he ever been discouraged or lost?
For uncountable years, this eager sea-man,
resisted and spoiled many pleasures for victory...
freezing time to avoid another tragedy
with a perception so sharp to defy anyone's will!
And did he deserve the harshest judgment
from others, who were pleased with their fate?
Loneliness was chosen by him
for unequivocal reasons and he craved it
like the bitterest, strongest wine
to make him strong and invincible...
nothing swayed him from his pride
to obtain that impossible goal!
Categories:
harshest, desire, sea,
Form:
Narrative
Mirrored Refrain
xaBA,xbAB,xaBA,xbAB
x represents the only lines that do not rhyme in this poem. A & B represent the refrain!
Linda-Marie
Angelic force,
draping over me, her canopy.
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me
You helped erect my "secret window"
Ambitiously chasing what I hunger!
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Our poetry sessions, I sit and reminisce.
Stress free, under this willow tree
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
When depressed and blue you come through,
relax me when feeling vulgar.
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Every verse meant to impress this poetess,
an essence of the empress I aim to please!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
Harshest critic yet my biggest fan,
imperfections cast asunder
Her spirits alive within me,
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster
Death cannot take the gift I was given,
Linda-Marie!!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me.
Jared Pickett
2/17/2014
Asavvy1
Categories:
harshest, dedication, happy, muse,
Form:
Quatrain
Sorrow
My sorrow can swim my sorrow can fly
I’ve tried to put it to bed but my sorrow wont lye
It’s not only well hidden behind a smiling man’s eyes
It has so many places in which it resides
It’s in the flowering fields with a hundred wild horses
Soon to be given the whip and made to tread courses
It’s in the clouded young mind of an innocent youth
Hoping the prescription pills will help find inner peace and truth
It’s in the proud glaring eyes of a father watching his young children play
Wishing the moment would last forever instead of the one scheduled day
It’s in the words of a Doctor giving an expecting mother bad news
It’s in the prick of a needle by the people that use
It’s in the loud boisterous laugh of a whiskey fuelled voice
As he tries to drown sorrow with his poison of choice
It’s in the tears of a family when a loved one has passed
It’s in that Mystical River into which sorrow is cast
It’s etched deep in the hands of a working class man
Providing for his beloved family the best way he can
It’s in the heart of a coloured man ridiculed for his race
Pretty soon you’ll find sorrow written on the racist man’s face
It’s in the royal children’s hospital waiting room chair
It’s not hard to find sorrow sitting in there
It’s in the steps of an overweight ladies journey she embarks
Sick of the snickering and sneering and constant remarks
It’s in the 2 x 2 cell getting taught life’s harshest lessons
It’s in the homeless man’s trolley with all his worldly possessions
It’s with the millions of people fighting a battle inside
When you go looking for sorrow it’s not that hard to find
So when sorrow comes calling be sure to answer your phone
And acknowledge that it’s too big a beast to try and tackle alone
Endure the best way you can all of life’s undulations
Knowing that sorrows a train that will stop at all stations.
Categories:
harshest, analogy, culture, depression, grief,
Form:
A sad state our government has become today
in this awful news that just pushes the boat out further
As our democracy for one protecting our children
Why it is even under attack beats me up inside moral grounds
this should not even be considered under the harshest circumstances
because it's a humane act to love our little ones bless them with life
not kill them shows savages craving suffering judgemental fools
Tells me all that I need to know about corrupt politics
under an non democratically elected leadership
Categories:
harshest, 8th grade, conflict, emotions,
Form:
Political Verse
She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck,
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices
produced an otherworldly sound, GETOUT!!
“Give me a chance” and he stepped forward.
Stood aside her I moved towards
“****ing try it”
I’d never seen those eyes.
GETOUT!!
He turned and left.
He never normally got angry,
or swore.
I’d only heard him twice before.
Once as a just unwrapped Dunlop 65, badly hooked, hit the Irish Sea and brought blasphemy and profanity,
“Jesus ****ing Christ”
and as he handed me his driver an inappropriate hidden smirk from me,
his Sunday morning caddy,
for a couple of shots and 20p
The second at Elland road,
stood on the Gelderd End Kop,
Clarke swivelling before side footing in from twelve yards with me sat atop
a stanchion,
him stood behind,
“Get the f*** in” and he shook me as I cheered,
right arm aloft,
scarf tied on the wrist,
mimicking Sniffers celebration.
Sharing in the mass elation.
The best birthday treat.
It wasn’t our fight.
The adults crumbled.
We were let down on all sides.
Pre safeguarding times.
No support, no care.
Only the adults got choices,
not the era to listen
to five scared tyke voices.
Categories:
harshest, anger,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Been blessed with a girl, so perfect, so small
then she says her first words in no time at all
pull up your socks theres a new world called school
her teachers complain, She's acting the fool
a boy's caught her eye, she's now on cloud nine
but I,m only sixteen, don't be scared, we'll be fine!
the hurt and the pain as the baby stays sleeping
not meant to be, I say as I'm weeping
times a great healer as she soon bounces back
three grandchildren later, she's now got the knack
now in wedded bliss, and studying hard
she never looks back, there's no sympathy card
life toughens you up in the harshest of ways
and my love is all yours till the end of my days
Categories:
harshest, daughter
Form:
Rhyme
My harshest critic is the mirror,
Revealing to me...I haven't moved on.
My life has no current of happiness,
Just a stagnant still pond.
I dwell in a lonely atmosphere,
Though surrounded by numerous friends.
I feel the happiness...I once had,
Has came to an untimely end.
A numbness in my emotions,
The haziness never gets clearer.
It's now what people say about me,
My harshest critic is the mirror.
Categories:
harshest, depression, nostalgia
Form:
Quatrain
My lotus flower, adrift on the water bed,
Your petals top the pond,
Lilies, Irises, Hyacinths.
The sun reminisces,
And the moon grieves,
For in the dark of night,
It hides your leaves.
I weed your sodden garden,
Cattail, Waterthymes, Reeds.
My lotus you're safe,
I know your needs.
The scabs from the tear,
Haunts your fragile stem,
Faint, pink lines like those of your petals,
Shine like a gem.
My lotus I trace along those lines,
And your hesitance remains,
My lotus, I say,
"I know not the hurricane,
That caused your injury,
Nor the pain of how it felt,
But I know the misery,
And the doubt."
My lotus, I hold your leaves,
"Your weeds grow back,
But I will still stay,
Your stem dries,
And I will water you everyday,"
My lotus, I caress your greenery,
"Your flowers have bloomed,
In the harshest of weather,
But now you know sunlight,
And I'll make sure it's forever."
Categories:
harshest, 8th grade, cute love,
Form:
Rhyme
Dew drenched petals, kissed by soft light
Whisper and sigh, luring dream’s smile
Dawn’s magnificence, though not quite
So vibrant as summer’s exile
Season of mirth, season of grace
Dew drenched petals, kissed by soft light
Summer swears all doubt she’ll erase
Gentling hearts with love to excite
Perfect love glows, hope will invite
Hearts to listen to tender songs
Dew drenched petals, kissed by soft light
Morning quiets the harshest wrongs
Soothing calm in the dawn’s rose blush
Beautiful dreams filled with insight
Faint raining, stillness that won’t hush
Dew drenched petals, kissed by soft light
Categories:
harshest, beautiful, blessing, inspiration, meaningful,
Form:
Quatern
How sweet are the messages of affirmation,
Enhancing our self-image when we are down
Often providing reason for contemplation,
But should not be worn like a golden crown.
To give someone else a simple feel-good nod
Elevates the spirits of both giver and receiver,
Now and then, everyone deserves that laud
Being noticed for being a creative achiever.
Affirmation gives a special boost to the poet
For most poets are their own harshest critics,
And if we do not give them the praise of merit
How can they know we appreciate their lyrics?
When we feel good about a poem, let’s share it
For we all hope our works will a notice inherit.
Written July 19, 2022
Categories:
harshest, appreciation, how i feel,
Form:
Sonnet