Best Heal Poems
"Writers fulfill a need, they nurture souls."
Quote by _Laurie E. Razakis
The urge to write poems and share is my innermost wish,
it used to be child scribbles- now it is free or in forms;
pouring out my words and thoughts brings me incredible bliss,
I often write of days that mourn and of life's stabbing thorns.
It used to be child scribbles- now it is free or in forms,
my wish is to move and to inspire others with my words;
I often write of days that mourn and of life's stabbing thorns,
in the end, sighing, I release my words like soaring birds.
My wish is to move and to inspire others with my words,
I like to read poems of old poets embraced in time;
and in the end, sighing, I release my poems like soaring birds,
studying those poets layout patterns and words that rhyme.
I like to read poems of old poets embraced in time,
I read my fellow poet's poems at the crack of dawn;
studying those poets layout patterns and words that rhyme,
often, I read when the day ends and sun is down and gone.
I read my fellow poet's poems at the crack of dawn,
pouring out my words and thoughts brings me incredible bliss;
often, I read when the day ends and sun is down and gone,
the urge to write poems and share is my innermost wish.
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November 25, 2022
Poetry/Pantoum/Writing to Heal
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1504-462-25
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Poem of the Day, November 26, 2022
Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)
*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"
the gods …
awoke early that day
for the sun had swallowed the moon
and left a ragged, gaping wound in the sky …
it bled darkness like cold oil
threatening to stain
all that they had labored to create
not the least of which -
humankind -
had yet to suck a breath
or betray their common senses
but …
what of Byzantium, they pondered?
the horizon still ached for sails
but to weave an empty sky was doom
even for the regal bateaux of Valhalla -
‘breach the canopy’, they thought
sew the temporal seam with
threads of divine intent ...
net the stars like silver herring and
bind them to the gunwales, en masse -
grave the hulls on the cosmos
and set the sextant to unholy dreams ...
the day be damned
it would end nonetheless
and tomorrow would
still come ...
sail on!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Standard Contest Number 145 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
This poem did NOT place in the "A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God" Poetry Contest.
0' Soul, Can Poetic Art Heal Such Broken Heart
Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree
She felt a torrid hell, darkest of angry seas
Should her pen have conquered deepest of her fears
Could her poems have stopped flow of her falling tears?
Although we may stand aghast at sorrows once seen
Her agony in ink, shows true as Nature's green
Of a poet facing darkness, death and its gloom
Fully aware of life's end, its rest in the tomb.
Seeker of more, Death haunted her with mortal strife
With pains and dying of beloved ones in her life
0' soul, can poetic art heal such broken heart
In glory, renewal of spirit thus impart?
Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree
Immense sorrows and beauty in her poetry!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-24-2019
Sonnet, ( First poet honored, Renewed Poet's Tribute Series)
Emily Dickinison,
Bio-
1.
https://www.google.com/search?q=emily+dickinson+biography&oq=emily+dickinson&aqs=chrome.5.69i57j0l5.7054j0j8&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
Emily Dickinson
Biography
DescriptionEmily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, into a prominent family with strong ties to its community. Wikipedia
Born: December 10, 1830, Amherst, MA
Died: May 15, 1886, Amherst, MA
Education: Amherst Academy (1840–1847), Mount Holyoke College, Amherst College
Influenced by: Ralph Waldo Emerson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, William Blake
2. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Emily-Dickinson
There are some wounds that will not heal because
the arrow was at close range _driven deep.
There is not need for antiseptic and gauze
for permanent is damage that still weeps.
These wounds that will go to eternal sleep
where my Savior will say, "I understand".
He'll cleanse and bind_healing forever, keep
roots of hurt that he'll remove with nail scared hand.
How I would like for them to now be gone.
Emotions of delight from their release.
But while on earth pain like a dry pinecone
constant in my emotions and heart unease.
Someday he will wipe away all those tears
New found peace and no more tormenting fears..
Count is off on some lines...Pardonner s'il vous plai't
Dedication is to my Friends who avoid judging:
You are not the judge
But judge you must
For earthly matters and such
Leave hell to satan or demons
But Heaven in fragrances of your words:
Epitaph, apology, poetry, piety, congrats - -
Even angels fall, why not us (Adamic) mortals -
When pride and ego explode in ungodly challenge!
NoTE:
Between writing, editing, posting this simple offering ... the good & bad in Me & of South Africa today, asserted themselves: our electricity brownouts & blackouts affect internet, editing, posting, and consistent connection. My one service provider, MTN, has been back today for a few hours now (after more than a weak of zero internet connectivity). You pay a price: seeing many versions of this JUDGEMENT poem. Shalom
He walked in with a load on his shoulder
And a twenty pound pain in his heart
With the tears in his eyes he looked older
And he didn't even know where to start
He spoke of wartime memories
And the injuries that he'd sustained
Said sometimes he wished he'd never come home
Cause that's where he left all his pain
Some wounds never heal
Some loves never part
When she said it was over and goodbye
That's when his world fell apart
In that letter he got on the front lines
It said I'm sorry I found someone new
I can't go on in fear and not knowing
All the sleepless nights I've worried bout you
Some wounds never heal
Sometimes true love parts
Injuries of the flesh can be healed
Unlike those of the heart
I often wander from life's rules,
flounder thru issues days will spool.
At those times, you gentle my view.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
If I hide when morning arrives
renewed strength comes from your blue eyes.
Your presence stays my spirit's hue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
I sometimes bruise when life turns tough,
void of humor and light mood fluff.
From your touch warm healings come through.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
Your heart tendered concern and care
gives our companionship sweet flare.
Just loving memories accrue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
I pray to steer your life complete
as our love is a two way sweet.
Joy is life viewed as just we two.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
I am in a room,
With a brush and a broom.
Casually looking into the window,
But unable to see the rainbow.
My eyes unable to comprehend,
For the window was stained.
Clouded with colours of bleakness,
Darkened by Disappointments,
Reddened by Rejection,
Dimmed by Dejection,
Smudged by Self-doubt,
And Clouded by Criticism in and out.
My mind hovered back,
When things weren't so abstract.
The window was so clean,
That I could see future foreseen.
The rainbow was blooming bright,
As I viewed the world with great delight.
Suddenly I came back to senses,
I rose my brush as a reflex.
Maybe it just needed some cleaning,
As I thought deeming.
I looked again at the window of life,
Sure enough it needed healing all right.
27/03/23
NOTE: Inspiration taken by Book:- Attitude is everything by Jeff Keller
Heal, Little Heart
Forget yesterday's pain
Believe in today's dream
In tomorrow's promise
Heal, Little Heart
You are not a fool to love
You are not too demanding to want
You are not too selfish to crave
Be brave, Little Heart
Don't go to the grave feeling unloved
Believe in the resurrection
of faith, of hope, and yes, of love
Hold on, Little Heart
to your self worth
You are of value,
of immeasurable worth
So, love yourself, Little Heart
You are too precious for scars
Too fragile for rough handling
Too loving to be scorned
You need to be adored
Hold on, Little Heart
I will rescue
I will protect
I will nurture
I will love
For you're the only Little Heart I have,
and if to no one else...
you are dear to me,
for you are mine to cherish.
Heal, Little Heart
Please, heal
Eileen Manassian
I want to heal the world, but how?
Do you feel the same?
Giving out love to get some back again....
Do we all desire just this?
Is this our destination?
What about fate and our Masters Creation?
Feel the intent, or just
Feel the Desire,
Happy Head,
Synapses Responding,
All take you Higher!
Scientifically
Biologically
We all want to love!
Generate our Karma
To ascend to the great Above!!
Go to the Summerlands
With a full heart!
Never, never leave here?
Oh we all have to part!
So will you Love?
End the Pain?
Make lives you touch,
Worth Touching again!?
Rancid air fills the lungs
Causing blisters on the tongue
My mouth is burning from speaking
All injustices
Cancerous ways of thinking
Do they see what the world has become?
The Heavens are thick with money
No longer the symbol
of wealth itself
Canopies of greed
Descend upon me
Pay them the planet
A grain of sand is worth
More then a million dollars
The scent of a lotus
White and innocent
Cost more then
The car in the garage
No longer will children be able to dream of
Painted sunsets over violet mountains
Sunrises of brilliant orange
One cannot dream of what is only seen in pictures
There is damage that even tears may not wash away
I try to scoop up
Earth with a shovel and hide it
From hungry pockets
I try, I’m trying, I’ve tried
Alone
Save my world
Baby heal
My land
Please.
Voices and screams wailing from the face of the world,
There is nothing but the days of Sodom and Gomorah
Soils of syria turns to ashes
The world is now a melting pot,
Jets and planes rocketing the face of the sky Visions from Sango are no more
Oh shame !
where the word love have gone
That world of tranquility and harmony without destructions,
Without tankers and hummers from united states trolling the lands of Sudan for peace in wars they start
In Ethopia my sisters are dying Alshabaab ravage the land ,dry bones are living in subjugation
In the name of power and sovereignity M23 turn to bullies
Everyday is a blood bath, (le) fleuve congo flow with hatred
Skies have gone grey with the mist from barrels
Mother is crying in Afighanstan for her baby son his life expectance reduces to 24 hours and living life is now by grace not by choice
Even the air we breath some one wants to take control and gain popularity out of it
I see power hungry turns our brothers into good guys with bad hearts
Yesterday it was father now its my own brother
Why is it that power turns to corrupt absolutely
Boko Haram is seeking all virgins of the land
And to my aquintances may be its only i left to fill this hole of earth and
I guess to vultures gone are the days of hunger
But why is it that we presume to be free but everywhere in chains
We work for them and they eat for us
They sing for us and we dance according to their tune
To Heal A Soul Waning In Want
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
12th April 2019
Man thus beseeches
Angry midnight moon spat at earth far below
twinkling stars applauded then went dark
time paused, its powers but a laughing blink
as with eyes full of bitter ashes
this soul woke to weep at this world's hate
Fragments of hope flittering about in a ravenous brain,
can life ever give more than this human waste.
Then cold, silent house spoke with deafening moans
as cool breeze entered through a lustful window
I was stirred by this welcomed new gift,
but a brief moment and it vanished like a shy ghost.
Why, why does night send its invading powers
into a dream now broken apart,
can not dawn hurry its renewing rays,
its long overdue relief,
that warmth flowing through the air,
into an earthen realm desperate for a sweeter touch,
with its magnificent light to heal a soul waning in want?
What pray tell, does an angry moon want
a bow to its shine,
or an angry curse at its own basking vanities?
The Angry Moons Riposte
What is it that you seek, vain mortal ?
shall I absolve you of guilt,
or worse yet forgive your innocence ?
It is not the scorching sun that you ask,
for its radiance may reveal your pitiful failure.
It is not earth or wind or water that you ask,
for their power is greater than you know.
But it is at my hand that you seek what you seek,
so seek and speak plainly.
In the night when all is quiet
and you believe my eye to be dim as the hour,
seek and speak plainly.
If it is absolution that you seek, or forgiveness,
these I cannot give,
yet I would not even if I could.
If it is understanding that you seek,
I shall answer, and you shall forget,
or remember weakly or less.
Now hear this, vain mortal:
Your path is ruined at your own hand,
you are afflicted, for it is what you are worth.
Screams that never got heard, tears that never got dried
the ignored child as my parents would fight
I found peace in sleep because my real life was a nightmare
Parents didn't care to look after me, so I was taken into foster care
I was only 3 so a little too young to understand what was going on
But somehow I knew things were going wrong
I was in a safer place but I probably cried more
Imagine being that young and trying to comprehend being with a family that isn't yours?
I spent most of my childhood looking for the guidance and love that my dad never showed me
I felt that I didn't deserve to be happy, so I would let the sadness hold me
He died when I was 14 and I still haven't shed a single tear
It was about that time I started self-harming, but it's Eminem's music that kept me here
now I'm sat here thinking about how I miss Chester Bennington and Robin Williams
I'll never disrespect someone's beliefs, but right now I don't need to hear that God is brilliant
I refuse to worship or fear anyone who won't talk to me face to face
But I'm not here to get religious or political, I still miss an ex, but she has to remain my favourite mistake
Some people can be in your heart but not in your life
I had demons following me, with no one to protect me by my side
most people are fighting their fears, but I haven't found out how to be scared yet
Maybe that's why I've acted crazy and have been careless
I thought making myself numb made me stronger but it made me weaker
Even though it kept the pain out, it meant I couldn't let any happiness in either
But I'm thankful for the lessons that come
I'll always keep the fighting spirit, because I'll be honest, Depression almost won
I've made a lot of mistakes, and I'm not afraid to admit to them
But I will find my redemption with this pen
To see the light at the end of the tunnel, I first had to admit the darkness was real
Even though I'm not fully recovered, I'm starting to heal