Best Hour Poems
"If I could have put you in my heart,
if but I could have wrapped you in myself,
how glad I should have been.
And now the chart
of memory unroils again to me.
The course of our journey here,
here where we part." D.H. Lawrence
Sunset descended behind the willow trees
Into the sea, it seemed to sink and drown
Alone and grieving, hair tousling in the breeze
for one there is no comfort to be found
as he sits staring at the gathering clouds
Lost in memories, overwhelmed with despair
Tears rain from weary reddened eyes
He's an abstract painting of desolation
brush strokes in shades of somber blue
No sunlight appears to brighten today's skies
Only darkness that comes from sad au Revoirs
No words of bereavement can he speak to express
the doleful depth of wistful loneliness
nor the solemn fathoms of elegiac emptiness
Melancholy looms half past midnight's darkest hour
There's a bitterness he swallows, acerbically sour
"This too shall come to pass," I remember to say ~
"In these days of forlorn sorrow
the world must seem hauntingly grim
each time you close your eyes and think of him"
I feel his angst from such an emotional loss
Against it his mind must be raging
Death has no compassion for the young of age
the kind ones who never hurt anyone
the bright ones whose light should never fade away
Weeping for Hazza, he lamentably grieves
watching storm tossed waves roll over angry seas
I hope there's truth in believing broken hearts mend
for the one who's been wounded and bleeding
as another sunset descends behind the willow trees
I’ll not be the mask of your madness
I’ll not be the whip of your demands
I’ll not be the drug of your habit
I’ll not be the dough in your hands
I’ll not be the doll that’s your play thing
I’ll not be the container of your need
I’ll not be the victim of your anger
I’ll not be the object of your greed
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I’ll the bread that he feeds on
I’ll be the water that he drinks
I’ll be the cloud that he walks on
I’ll be the thoughts that he thinks
I’ll be the tent that he dwells in
I’ll be the heaven that he dreams
I’ll be the angel that he wants
I’ll be the sparkle in his stream
I'll be the star that he follows
I'll be the sun’s warmth on his chest
I'll be the moon that allures him
I'll be the treasure of his quest
I'll be the fairy of his woodland
I'll be the seductress of his need
I'll be the breast that he lies on
I'll be the dogma of his creed
I’ll be the honey that he savors
I’ll be the dessert that he craves
I’ll be the sea that he dips in
I’ll be the virgin he enslaves
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I would have been all that to you
I gladly would have made you king
But you gave all that to another
Now you must taste my bitter sting
You must watch his hands caress me
You must see his mouth devour
You must hear my sighs of pleasure
You must curse the betrayal hour
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.
Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's
dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside each ear
A bare-chested Apollo cycles in low-slung shorts.
Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's,
my ardeur imagines eyes a molten sapphire blue.
A bare-chested Apollo cycles in low-slung shorts,
calves taunt, thigh muscles pumping, a true stallion.
My ardeur imagines eyes a molten sapphire blue.
surely, the night sky is less beautiful than your eyes,
Legs with calves taunt, thigh muscles pumping, a stallion,
lovely man-child, whose dreams will you soon make true?
Surely, the night sky is less beautiful than your eyes.
Dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside each ear,
lovely man-child, whose dreams will you soon make true?
Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.
AN HOUR WITH YOU
If I perchance could have my time again
And, knowing what I know, could alter course.
To veer left when the signpost right said “pain”
And shun those paths which only brought remorse.
If riches could be mine beyond my dreams
And all that I survey, mine on request.
A perfect end to all my plans and schemes,
Long balmy summer days at my behest.
Naught would I change if as a consequence
I lost the love I hold so very dear.
Indulgence would be little recompense
If day by day I did not have you near.
All other pleasures in my whole life through,
I’d give them all to spend one hour with you.
2nd February 2020
Sonnet True Love Contest
Sponsor - Brenda Chiri
Recovering from a bridge that's been burned
depends on who lit the match that started the fire."
~ by poet
I stood alone, watching as our bridge was burning
His words were flames growing higher and higher
Ashes fell as if they were dust from dying stars
I was completely lost and disenchanted
mesmerized by the fire's golden glow
Darkness loomed over me in mourning's hour
as dawn was slowly waking beyond the hills
I was seized with the chill of being in pain
Thinking never again would I trust in love
Why should I when it ended like this?
Years spent together would belong to the past
and memories dim like the last breath of twilight
but come unbidden when I'd least expect them
Unwanted intrusions in reveries and dreams
of scars and wounds scorched across my heart
Each breath I took became a struggle
One I wasn't sure I could continue taking
I wondered if this sorrow would ever end
and if there was no tomorrow, would I care
since the bridge between us no longer existed
The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned,
The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling:
Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired,
Disheveled,
there went the odious appearance, bumbling.
Soubriquet: lunatic, fierce, rowdy with murky torn clothes,
Was sitting stigmatic with grubby means,
Was teased and thrown stones,
To drive away from the decorous street!
He was spotted pitied with meagre chuck,
While feeding a destitute;
Taunting and sneering didn't perturb him,
Gave his share simpering, only to be starved!
The antithesis of savage, the man of the hour,
Silently paved his way then, bare footed tottering,
To be again the savage of the decorous street!
red tint of evening
bleeds across a glazed skyline…
crowds droop on bleak aisles
The street lamps wane beyond rush hour;
eyes missing the rarest flower…
And city lights drain people’s bones,
when aching shadows blur my view.
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Silent One's A Poet's Dozen Contest
11/5/2015
It seems so late,
on your answer we wait.
Time is just an illusion,
we search for our conclusion.
As hours turn to ashes,
in love, we see the flashes.
The final hour is here,
fortold by the seer.
In that hour we live,
the eleventh hour to give.
Only heirs know that hour,
for in him we have power.
In victory we proclaim,
the glory of his name.
by johnaarongreen
copyright 2008
I need, once more, an hour of rain
Cleansing away the residue of living
Until only the freshest waters remain
This hour, to myself, I am giving
Cleansing away the residue of living
I drench the roots of my spiritual tree
This hour, to myself, I am giving
To clear the kismet forest of debris
I drench the roots of my spiritual tree
Drinking full the aquatic, purified air
To clear the kismet forest of debris
I undress the stress, to discard elsewhere
Drinking full the aquatic, purified air
To replenish serene crystal streams, anew
I undress the stress, to discard elsewhere
Sourcing in the vaporous prisms of blue
To replenish serene crystal streams, anew
Until only the freshest waters remain
Sourcing in the vaporous prisms of blue
I need, once more, an hour of rain.
10/22/18
Submitted to 'Strength through Adversity' contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Placed 7th
I was just learning how to write a Pantoum poem, so this was a tricky new form for me-
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© Jack Ellison 2014
Hour glass drips
Slowly and
Time goes by like snowflakes
On a cold, cold day
"Time can do so much, my love"
Leaving deep scars within
Are you still mine?
Please don't turn away
Please don't run~stay
"For I need you, my love"
Time slips by my darling, slowly wisps away
Each day that you are gone
I desire your love, I need your love, please stay
All day, today and every day
Hour glass drips
Slowly and
Time goes by like snowflakes
On a cold, cold day
"Time can do so much, my love"
Leaving deep scars within
"Are you still mine?"
Please don't turn away
Please don't run~stay
"For I need you, I need you today"
Under the influence of "Unchained Melody" by Elvis Presley
Sponsor: Teppo Gren
Contest: Gren's Evergreens(Golden Oldies) #2
Written: April 23, 2016
Dawn's
Stillness
Invites me
Vermillion hills
Clouds' engulfing tangerine stillness crests
Tension sloughs, blows away like old snakeskin
Desert rain scent
Cleansing me
Pedal
Flow
Smile
Conceals
Morning’s ride
Heart's treasure trove
Work’s gray walls can't touch my bright turquoise glow
7/18/16
© by Author
Contest: Triple Tetractys 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
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In our old age reminiscing
Of moonlight and midnight kissing
We'll talk of today’s sweet memories
Beneath gnarled branches of our favourite tree
Recalling the cuddles and the dancing
Of moonlight and midnight romancing,
Those memories are imprinted on my mind
In my heart its midnight all the time.
Velvet blue sky with diamond like stars
No on can explain a love like ours
Time passes like there is no tomorrow
Midnight dreams can cause us sorrow
Reminding us of days gone past
Of hopes and dreams that didn’t last
True love has kept our spirits free
Together forever for eternity
Though the darkest hour can sometimes disappoint
Midnight can also inspire and rock the joint
Encouraging romantic couples to dance and sing
Face up to everything that life can bring
Yes, we'll dance in that midnight rain
Twist and shout and then twist again
In the certain knowledge that one day soon
We'll share a midnight honeymoon
12th June 2014
Written for Contest 'The Midnight Hour' sponsored by Kelly Deschler
~Awarded 2nd place~
The hour arrives when moon and sky unfold
as prelude between day and eve awakes;
till hand of sunset bids goodbye, consoled
and quietude lingers before dawn breaks
endowing soft pause, mending workload's aches.
( Not entered in contest)
Any poem in June not for a contest-- for Laura Loo
Written 6/11/2017 Submitted 7/2/2017
A hour is lost
tucked inside a dark vase, gone
creamer drowned coffee.