Best Held Poems
In view of my mirror
Lately you appear
Smiling at me
While I'm twirling my hair
But you aren't really there
In my dreamy rear view
As I find fulfillment
In everything about you
Holding you closely
Without your consent
Indulging in memories
When I'm feeling lonely
Reminiscing fondly
A million happy tales
Laughing all the while
At every milestone
Celebrating birthdays
Toasting graduations
Growing up together
As lifelong friends
Until things changed
When I found pleasure
In every hug and touch
Longing for more
Of emotional rush
Seeking sweet solace
In sound of your laughter
And dreams of lovers
In romantic fairy tales
Never saying a word
Except in my prayers
Then came the moment
Expressing deep regret
For not having the courage
To tell you how I felt
As I held my silence
On your wedding day
December 26, 2018
Placed 1st: Strand choice F contest by Brian Strand
Visions of a way forward
raising the curtains dream magic
stepping into the spotlight view
captivating under a harvest moon
Rocked in the cradle of thoughts
your the flower sweetly awakening
deeply flames warmly embrace sunshine beams
growing beautiful rose petals tenderly touch deeply
When I trace your heart's echo
kissing this soul softly within dewdrops
weeping starlight tears of a breathless sigh
where the sunbeams dance with brilliance
Golden inside your rays honey
deliciously lights up priceless perfect
holding the breath for a moment love
our time shining purely unique sharing
First rays splash lines of love
across naked bits of detour
dawn's door distracts
chills of the night dissipate
and I am free
Free of fight
held hostage ever tight
First rays flash and I see :
yellow bits of honey dripped
scarlet tanager at play
horizons filling out the day
Darkness held at bay__
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That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell
That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else sadden look at folly within me
Why on our own swords we oft fall and bleed!
Deep thoughts and those silent murmurs in life
Echoes of cavernous pains, woe'some woes
Memories dredged up by dire worldly strife
So well hidden that no fear ever shows.
Mortal wondering, malevolent things
Deep sorrows and aches they come and they go
Weak flesh blundering(s), as a dark star sings
Each a dead corpse as lost and blind we row!
That which set me in a revolving maze
Phantasms of meanderings through deep hell
Gasping fears brought on by insipid craze
To search those nightmares we should never tell.
LO! Dare we unsavory black explore
Dawn armor to such inner sanctums raid
Seek long sought answers while we ask no more
Than devil's touch and the cut of his blades?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )
I held her in my trembling arms for the
First time
And
The unfailing sensation, of embracing
The cosmos, I felt!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 August 2015
POTD
Surrounded by seven cherubs of cheer,
Just recently passing my 100th year,
I’ve been standing here on this perch,
In Little Falls, MN’s Our Lady of Lourdes church.
Most of the day I’m alone simply pining away,
Surrounded by stained glass scenes of yesterday.
Watching glorious beams of color jump left to right,
As east to west the Sun travels ever so bright.
Mostly alone with a visitor or two,
One of my favorites is when you are in view.
You study my features with such wonder and awe,
I can see deep within, you are on your last straw.
Walking in with face down slowly plodding as one,
Genuflecting with pain in respect of my Son.
Shuffling into the pew, your body sulking and sits.
Looking up at me, into my eyes, your stare hits.
I wish I could reach out and hold you in my arms,
Wrapped in my blue cloak, protecting you from harms,
Rocking your fears away, with a simple motherly sway,
Breathing into you new life, taking away all your strife.
Times like these you need, comfort and touch,
I thank God above for others providing so much.
It is now that I listen for, the eery creak of the door.
For a heavenly sent friend, to cradle you until the end.
Under a blanket of stars surreal
sparkling diamond crystal cupid strikes home
golden arrow over oceans wavering crumbling seas kneel
Light crested dove presence of an angel
floating love upon your halo crowns Grace
wings dance opening with a fluttering pulse skipping beats
Where the spirit tango's into a pearl's sparkle
unfurling wild steeds crashing salted bated breaths escape
kissing the echoes of one's soul completely captivating eclipses
She Held My Heart
Poetic expression by JC Hawkens
On a Crisp Autumn day
I met an Angel of such gentle Grace
The warmth of her smile
The soothing of her voice
The melting of my heart
And within that faithful day
She listened to my sad story
And she Judged me not
She replied not in sympathy
But in truth she offered
Confessed her own troubles and doubts
She showed me that I was not alone
Mended my soul
Healed my splintered Heart
Shared a careful whisper
A soft touch
It is but only once in a thousand years
That one happens upon an Angel
And knows with a single smile
That this woman holds my Heart
If only I had the Courage to tell Her!!
we once held time
as if it was a never-ending story
sitting beside your bed
watching the monitors announce vitals
tubes running in and out
we have been reduced to moments
as i hold the hand dearest to my heart
watch the slow slipping away
i hold a deeper strength within you gave me
knowing what we have is yet to come
that we have only held
a crumb of Love's feast
we were meant for more
then just a life with each other
we were a promise that will be kept
we are that first breath, destined in Perpetuum
when once again we embrace
where you will finally dance with perfection
how i will miss those little mistakes
i so adored about you
as we waltz thru the galaxies
in your arms, in your eyes, in eternity
once again i have stolen his lines
the thief who stole my heart on a park bench
when i finally made him close
his book of poetry and kiss me
i was not to be a Beatrice denied
Zorro must surrender the mask
with his first kiss, his soft yet secure embrace
whisked me into the infinity of his tenderness
i wait in the fullness of his love
until i am in his caress again
when this dinner for one
becomes an empty table
that escaped into where dreams
are more then forevermore
they live in the Grace of God's Fate
who long knew us before that first breath
where vows evaporate into a Promise fulfilled
1/2/18
I cannot say with any certainty
why it came to me, then, there,
but it came to me
unexpected as birth.
The kitchen was bright as the summer
and comfortable as the paving
next to the swimming pool.
Our hosts were pleasant as we were,
the conversation pleasant as our hosts
as pleasant as we were.
Yet somehow it came to me
that there might be a man at the table
unpleasant and angry as life itself,
and somehow it came to me
that he might be me.
I didn't like him much
but I wouldn't dare tell him,
he was far too unpleasant and angry,
I'd seen his kind before.
He was shorter and stouter than I would be
but he might be me.
He was made of muscle and malice
and maybe some contraband too.
He had a mohawk, or something not far off,
they'd not been seen much
in polite society, not yet.
If it was good enough for Mr T
it was good enough for a swaggering bandit
returning from prison, or from the war,
or a crack-house on the fringes of midnight.
He ranted some, he spat it out with relish.
I'm not sure who he ranted at
but he ranted, maybe at everyone.
He may have ranted at me just a little,
perhaps because I let him,
but if you'd met him you would have too.
13th July 2018
Avast a beauty held inside.
In fragile hands and soft lingering eyes.
a supple smile burning as if a star
for one who gazes through lenses.
A galaxy of colors swirling and throbbing
with electrical pulses beating blood
through a maze of veins.
Travel through hedges of high and low
and run in circles before you know
you are lost, lost within a heart.
Secretive and full.
Hopeful and despair filled.
A contradiction of rigid gentleness.
A beauty lost within closed eyes.
My grandma and a rose are the same, each is
God's masterpiece but with a different name."
_by Constance
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My grandma took this broken child,
she held me to her heart;
and through my weeping tears I smiled,
when she called me sweetheart.
Grandma was a storyteller,
I would sit on her lap;
often, she was a taleteller,
and after I would clap.
And she encouraged me to write,
she gave me a journal;
I wrote my sadness and my fright,
things I kept internal.
I recall my sweet attic room,
on my grandparents farm;
and with love I began to bloom,
I recall her sweet charm.
With her love I was given wings,
as I grew we were close;
with my grandma I shared all things,
till age problems arose.
In a nursing home she waited,
I would go to see her;
she told me her life was fated,
soon her words were a blur.
I was there the day she left me,
and I held her to my heart;
I am now a writer would be,
because of that sweetheart.
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August 29, 2021
Poetry/Quatrain/I Held Her To My Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1385-198-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, The One Who Touched My Heart
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 09/14/2021
Third Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1063)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/01/2022
First Place
The closet held secrets
his deepest fears
It hadn't been opened
in nigh on ten years
He'd painted it over
sealed it so tight
its eerie green glow
flickered ghost-white
A note found years later
under the bed
Warned of aliens captured
their arteries bled
Alas, what sick heads
some humans possess
To tell tales like this ~
grinning skulls bodiless
a blanket
begins unfolding
treading on dreams
softly a mist
begins creeping
in the soul
without shadows
echoes falling silent
walking without colour
in a distant fog
i see the sunshine
glistening dew
upon leaves
cherry lips
blossoming red
sparkling in essence
something beautiful
tears begin
falling deeply
shed in happiness
how much
it all means
touching love
one soul
is the butterfly
within wings
folding them around
your heart