Best Impossibly Poems
My heart skips a beat my love each and every time
I’m with you my dearest sweet and lovely Darling
Since the passions and feelings you stir in me
Touch the very depth of my inner being and soul
And render themselves not to mere words only
Suitable for depiction, exhibition, understanding
Rather to the image and strength of your beauty
And your rapturous desire and feeling as they
Defy rational attempts at any simple description
For you are the most radiant beyond all compare
My heart skips a beat my love when we lie together
Locked in a most enchanting embrace and kissing
So deeply, palpably that we run out of breath and pant
Anxiously at what comes next in our mutual longing
And crescendo as our passions explode and express
Themselves in a most hungry trail of urges and desires
Which makes finding love for us all the more magical
Pairing us together like a couple of star-struck kids
Lost impossibly in moments of hope and imagination
In a timeless world of love, desire, emotion, and oneness
My heart skips a beat my love when we walk so closely
Hand-in-hand talking, laughing, and living our dreams
Confronting the world and taking on whatever comes
Next as we steer our ship of destiny on a true course
Where our like-thoughts and deep love for each other
Mean something quite special that only Dreamers and
Poets can imagine and set to melody and harmony in perfect
Verses of sheer passion and delight painted onto a canvas
Of unending happiness where Heaven and Earth are one
My heart skips a beat my love when we’re forever one
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(November 5, 2014) (Free Verse)
Categories:
impossibly, allegory, beauty, celebration, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Starlight pierces ebony,
above sculpted shades of white.
And moonbeams soften the scene,
gilding Night with golden light.
Donning a crystalline dress,
Nature's a picture of grace.
And draped in feathery down,
She's frozen in time and place.
Billions of snowflakes gather
on bare branches, where they freeze.
And subtle features get carved
by the breath of a sharp breeze.
The wind does not blow enough
to dislodge the sticky snow.
And the laden branches bend;
bowing impossibly low.
Cold casts its enchanting spell
in the throes of Arctic chill.
And silence imbues magic
to Winter's artistic skill.
Categories:
impossibly, beauty, imagery, nature, winter,
Form:
Quatrain
At 3am you become your own philosopher, categorizing
the different genres of humans and wondering
if you fall even remotely close to anyone on the spectrum.
You debate with yourself the meaning of life, again,
and then regret everything you accomplished the previous day.
5am, that’s the breaking point.
The sun climbs out of bed, and chases away
the comforting lure of night and all dreams of slumber.
The damned birds start peeping and you curse and sigh,
watching the room change colours
until you must get up to join the others.
But 4am, it’s the gaping time of day
that even the insomniacs deny.
As if night took a deep breath and forgot to exhale,
the silence is quieter, the darkness more pure.
You hide under covers and stare into emptiness
trying to make something of black space
but your mind remains impossibly blank.
Categories:
impossibly, good night, loneliness, night,
Form:
Free verse
When I think of what to write
often the ocean comes to mind
Endless sea of pretty blue
and stretched out horizon lines,
impossibly flat
Yet when I actually arrive
it isn't the sea that my eyes
take a liking too
Rather it's just below the waves
my mind does go...
...to the little trinkets
beside my toes
Fossils of sea creatures,
alive one - and now, even in death -
you can see the beauty of their features
Seashells of every shape and hue
(even if they're familiar,
somehow they're always new)
Some are inky black or cobalt blue,
creamy whites and nutty browns
(pretty oranges, too!)
Some are hefty like a throwing stone,
others quite miniscule,
blending in with the sand
Some are fragile -breaking easier
than the waves-
others are like a hardened sunrise
Their well defined rays,
my fingers always finds themselves,
unbidden as an eye-blink
(as unthinking as a smile)
I like the clanky sound they make
when lightly shook in a mason jar
I shake them like dice in cupped hands
(loaded, in my case...
I don't gamble with a good time)
Yeah, when it comes to the beach
I'm like a kid at a candy store
My treats aren't in bins,
but glisten on the sandy shore
I scoop them in my hands,
still wet with the sea
Stick them in my pockets,
if the case need be
(and you know it always does
if I'm being honest)
Where it gets me, I don't know,
but, please,
just one more keepsake!
(this simple joy I try to harness)
I pick up a second then a third
while still admiring the first
A dozen or two, is only of mild concern
(a wagon-full is even worse)
Yes
It is an obsession through and through
I could be just as happy with one
as with a thousand
(maybe happiness isn't something
you can attach a number too)
And I don't know why I do it,
treasure to me (but not for thee)
And even rarity isn't an excuse
You can pick them up by the shovel,
they aren't difficult to find
You can count a hundred alone
within arms reach
(maybe joy doesn't have to be rare,
but can be as common as clouds...
maybe it's not something "out there",
but somewhere near,
even to the ground)
Near as an object
lying beside your feet
Near as a thought that came to you...
...while walking on the beach
Categories:
impossibly, appreciation, beach, beauty, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
I dreamed I was inside a bulb—
a cathedral of filament and glass—
not dead
not born…..
but shumming**.
Glass walls curved like time
sealed but translucent
my fingers curled around voltage
like a secret
God was transcending.
The socket hummed a lullaby
of static.
Every breath of mine made sparks
the air electric
with grief
and longing.
I saw myself outside the bulb
in a room wallpapered with eyes—
each iris twitching
like a seismograph.
They watched
as I shimmered like an angel
in a jar of fire
as if I were proof
of something
too holy
or too hideous
to name.
The room beyond
glistened with wallpapered surveillance—
each gaze a blink
each blink
a test of identity
a hymn of entropy
and wonder.
I touched the glass—
cool as frozen memory
thin as a promise—
and the world on the other side
shuddered
like a dream woken
too soon
My thoughts turned tungsten—
spiraled
stubborn
resisting
the spark of enlightenment
or extinction
I spoke
and the words bent back
like boomerangs
buzzing
with static regret
A child approached
barefoot
real
impossibly tender…..
She looked like someone
I might have loved
if time had taken pity.
She placed her palm on the bulb—
her skin against my sorrow
the warmth of it
startling
as mercy
a forgiveness.
“Why are you in there?”
she asked
or perhaps
thought—
her voice the color
of candlelight.
I tried to answer
but my vocal cords was hardwired
my tongue
a fuse
My words came back
distorted
looped
charred
as if language
were combustible.
For a moment
I flickered
between purpose
and obliteration
Then
the ceiling cracked open
like a wound
and light poured down—
not to reveal
like revelation
like judgment—
to burn away
the questions
And I understood—
not everything illuminated
is meant to be seen
not all vision
is freedom…..
Some truths
are meant to flicker
fragile and holy
inside the bulb of the soul
unspoken
unchosen
alive.
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**Shumming: Shimmering Humming
Categories:
impossibly, identity, imagination, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Narrative
Whispers of two lovers
longing tender hearts weaving moment’s
touches of sweet melting honey
exquisite scents of passion
Stealing each other’s heart
Entwined in a heavenly cloud
as two gold bands melt
making it one soul in nature
Tender dreamy, gentle kisses
that floats to the moon and back by way
of the Milky Way
impossibly intoxicating
Sparkling glittering fireworks in the clear dark velvet sky
two souls dance suspended in the night
gently caressing each other
the world is theirs
Breath taken from tender kisses
fascinating sensation arises
to enchantment
true splendid love
As they look into each other’s eyes,
they yearn for passions
they give their heart to love
with heavens fascination
Categories:
impossibly, love,
Form:
Free verse
Hey, my name is Aaron and I am kinda a modern day superhero
Now I know what you’re thinkin’
Okay, this guy? A hero? Like with powers and skills?
Nah but before you think further hear me out.
Yes… I don’t have money like Stark or Wayne
I don’t have a back story like Peter Parker and definitely not a love interest like Mary Jane.
I don’t have a super serum or gamma radiation to explain the chemical imbalances in my brain
My super hero name is not catchy or personifying.
Normally it comes along as,
“Dude”
“Brother”
“Son”
“Dad”
But you see I know how it feels to not be able to save the ones you love most,
To always try and do the right thing but still fail the ones closest to you.
When other's worlds are falling apart I’m always the planet they land on
Now what I do have is a secret identity,
Hiding the pains and struggles I bare to bare the problems of those who can’t themselves.
While Ironically not wanting to put the burden on someone else because I feel I’m strong enough and the traumas others go through are way worse than mine.
My super powers aren’t swinging from roof tops or having my fiery flaming eyes glistening,
Mine are as simple as loving and listening.
Never judging and forever being understanding,
Fighting the villains that are your biggest weakness that have no effect on me.
You see,
Depression, Anxiety, mental tortures
Family traumas and mental disorders
Those of which I’m immune to like superman to bullets,
Now I do have a kryptonite.
losing site on the ones closest to me because I go out of my way to try and save others.
Because even though my life is impossibly knotted,
If I can still manage to untangle someone else’s and hopefully inspire them to be the light they want to see in this villainous world, then I know I have done what I’ve been called to be,
To be the hero I don’t deserve.
Categories:
impossibly, endurance, hero, inspirational, mental
Form:
Free verse
After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese lantern
Glowing over your bare shoulder
Or the smile you threw
To the side-
To someone.
Or maybe it was the cool damp air,
Slight seduction of rain
But no rain.
Perfect, cool molecules,
Layer on layer,
Air sitting on air.
But after, I couldn’t find you.
I couldn’t find you
In the heavy-sitting valleys,
Behind the cool barriered hedges
With stone guard dogs,
In the palm shadowed boulevards
Or the canyon mazes.
I couldn’t find you
In the final exhalations of space,
On sun baked, cracked cement plaza drives.
I couldn’t find you
In the starkly lined avenues
Amongst the serious-expressioned manikins.
It really is a desert here, huh?
Had said the pale cheeked waiter from Wisconsin
While we waited for you to come back.
Yes, I thought, touching the sweating water glass.
A stage set in a desert
Filled with mirages and promises
And doors that no one answers
And roads that curve toward the sun.
We both knew you weren’t coming back.
I won’t find you again
But I will keep looking
And looking
And looking.
There is always that chance.
Yes, to find someone like you.
That chance.
I leave alone,
Tip under plate.
A dog barks at my steps,
Waits, barks again.
We are both close,
Yet impossibly,
Far from home.
Categories:
impossibly, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
Midfall and nearly all the trees
Stand brown as broken sticks
Against a sky impossibly blue,
I in shirtsleeves a walking go
With love and longings as my companions
Kicking through the drifts of colored shards
Fallen with another Summer's stealthy fading
Feeling, marveling at this piece of heat
That dropped unnoticed from Her pocket.
I could believe today
In America untamed,
A place full of wild things and untamed peoples
A place where Spirit spreads
To ride the clouds
To sing its songs unhindered.
Nature has let down her locks today;
Who will look on her
To let themselves be consumed, entranced
By the beauty that lives on in spite of all our assaults -
Who will be distracted by the miracles we move through,
Feel the surge of the sea of life all around us,
Hear the whispered prayers
In the windsigh of the sleeping trees
Watch the sacred night come on
Announced by the rose glow behind the thumbnail moon -
Who will stand amid such things,
Yet not put aside for the moment
Those little cares we circumscribe our lives with,
To stand amazed to be here breathing,
Alive to feel how loving-close
Infinity holds us, claims us for its own;
Surely, not I alone.
I rest a hand on my sleeping child's chest;
Feel the heart fluttering beneath the skin;
I can sense a great wheel turning.
I wander out in the still warm darkness
That follows this day,
To look up at the starstrewn sky
See that great wheel begin its turning,
Stand amazed to be here breathing.
Stand, amazed to be.
Categories:
impossibly, introspection, mystery, nature, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
He speaks in broken English;
It's interesting to see my language this way-
Spread out like pieces of shattered ceramic,
The edge of each word tossing off glints of meaning
Like bits of light, illumination; a kaleidoscope
Of light or sound dancing in the air before his lips...
At times he seems embarrassed, pausing before he speaks,
Like the boy who tipped over his mother's favorite vase-
He knows how I love words- and scrambles to piece back
Together the fragmented ideas, hoping the cracks might
Be overlooked; the result of his efforts is often unconventional,
And yet... impossibly lovely too...
It's a picture puzzle of a lonely landscape rearranged into a flower
It's a mosaic; the pieces don't have to fit to make the image radiant
It's a kintsukuroi bowl, the language veined through with gilded passion,
More beautiful for having been broken
Categories:
impossibly, analogy, beautiful, culture, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
A story inscribed in the constellations
of the punctate canopy of night
Perseus astride the winged Pegasus
Hurtling to save his fair maid Andromeda
from the beastly Cetus the seasick sea-serpent
While her folks, Cepheus and Cassiopeia
gawk dispassionately
Poor parenting enshrined above us
The pancaked 2-D IMAX look
of the heavenly vault
belies the relevant numbers—
Trillions, quadrillions of 3-D miles between,
My retinas bathing in light decades old
Not a preschool connect-the-dots
but a giant mobile
of impossibly remote thermonuclear furnaces
turned cosmic Rorschach test
My eyes drink the mother of pearl
galactic smudge in the telescope
and I feel you gaze right back
Ancient light, yet a staring presence
a Mexican standoff of unfathomable dimensions
Telescopes at 600 hexillion paces, pardner
Don’t blink
Is it my imagination, or your mind?
Crazy quarks’ quantum entanglement
making instant “spooky action” at a distance
40 million light years away
Hundreds of quintillions of miles
whatever in God’s name that is
There you are again; I feel you
Verizon Universal Consciousness Connection
That’s going to be a heck of a phone bill
but I’ll be long gone by then
I think
8/1/16
Categories:
impossibly, imagination, space, stars,
Form:
Free verse
I walk the streets by myself
but find myself laughing
and I don’t feel so alone anymore...
Could be that the breeze tickled
the laughter out of me
but I’ll be honest…
it was your corny joke the other time--
amazing how I just laugh so much when I am with you
I’m doing my laundry
but find myself singing
and I don’t feel like complaining at all...
Could be that bubbles popping
reminded me to burst into song
but I’ll be honest…
it was smelling your perfume--
sure made me delirious enough to sing
I’m cooking dinner
but find myself burning my fingers
and I don’t feel the pain so much...
Could be that the oil
wasn't too hot after all
but I'll be honest...
it was hearing your voice on speaker--
it warmed me all over and made me forget the pain
I walk the streets by myself
but find myself crying
and I just feel so impossibly alone...
Could be that it was
just one of those days
but I'll be honest...
reality finally sunk in--
crashing into me that you were really gone
Categories:
impossibly, lifeme, me,
Form:
Free verse
Walking down the evening avenue,
I look straight ahead, and see
The sea of people part before me. Each
Rushing in their separate directions, not making
Eye contact. I want to reach out and feel
For myself that they are real. It occurs
To me that nothing, no one, ever touches.
It is as if we are all surrounded by impenetrable bubbles,
And we spend our whole lives
Passing, avoiding, maybe brushing, sometimes even
Desperately touching
Each other—
But we never make real contact.
Surely we are not to blame.
The structure of the very atoms that build this world
Betrays us. Strong cores, positive and inseparable,
Surrounded by a frenzied cloud of negativity.
Like charges repel, and electrons
Will never swallow their pride
And kiss their neighbor.
So our bodies are left hovering
Over the earth, our hands hovering over
One another, a mother’s lips hovering just above her
Child’s hair. Even in our most intimate moments
We are all separated by this thin, impossibly small layer
Of nothingness.
It is cruel, and yet, there are good reasons why
We cannot touch.
Touch and witness the crumbling of things,
As the chasms that hold us to together close
And tear us apart. Witness as flesh
Melts into flesh into the Earth.
Witness as the Earth melts into itself,
Into space, into the greater void.
Touch and witness an endless chain of nuclear fusion.
Witness irreconcilable sameness.
Witness chaos.
Touch and witness the end of everything
That you longed, for so long, to touch.
All this and yet, the ache remains.
Is it any wonder, that we all feel incomplete?
Categories:
impossibly, life, nature, social
Form:
Free verse
Do I hear your angelic melodious murmur?
Echoing over the rainbow?
But in reality, what can you expect
To find above that dazzling arc of hues
When the sun is behind you
While droplets of rain shimmer their last bright colours.
Yet above the rainbow, bluebirds search their nests
And I fly above the rainbow towards the dimming stars.
Curiously I wonder where that hum comes from.
Is she hidden behind some cloud,
Above the rainbow up impossibly high?
My heart tickles me and I must find her.
So my soul soars high up, oh so high
Until I find her there up above, on a fluffy cloud.
Her face is glowing with radiant love.
Must have been destiny, our destiny
To meet above the vibrant rainbow.
For now, I’m in love with her too.
Categories:
impossibly, love, rainbow,
Form:
Free verse
The darkest of time flavored by lightest of eve
The hour denies by the minute receive
We travel together... You and I
Forbidden we be made eye to eye
And too near is the closest past
We have answers but we ask
It is beauty that we knew were ugly
It does not take few... It takes many
I think I think what you think
But you don't dream what I dream to dream
I love to like and like to love
And I do hate yet hate to deserve
As all shall come to pass... all will become
Because we are forever ourselves we can never run
We do not hide to be left behind
We hide to once more redefine
And we serve without an inkling to servitude
One's worth to only be determined by attitude
Means to an end is an end to its means
Where you come from doesn't mean you have been
I seek distance to be drawn near
I am afraid and I do not fear
Endless possibilities impossibly possible
A matter of credibility to be incredibly credible
Skies the limit but the skies we do not own
We cannot fly without means... We should've known
I want to learn to unlearn if only to begin once more
It's just that simple... There is no reason for us to be here for
Alike all living things... We are unlike and we believe
The wake of the darkest hour in dusk of the lightest eve
Categories:
impossibly, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme