Best In Secret Poems
As my youth goes yonder her beauty says to me yet, bet, yea,
in my mouth the word beautiful becomes a flavor of valor,
she likes to whisper moments of sad love & tender tragedy
into the ears of quiet poets as they trace the perfection of the Present
with quills dipped in the tails of comets destin for drama,
as you walk wantonly along trails her melody invites
she'll scorn with a question of why are you here with her
then the nails she sharpens with teeth of nurture
will attach One to a cross of commitment, a relic of costly consumption,
because she must have you
as a shadow must have a soul to follow
within the humiliation of Light,
as an owl finds comfort in the concealment of night,
so subtle in admission of affection
although profuse in protection of the Ones she charms,
sensitivity she cannot escape, always hurting to be an angel,
born to be a Princess with feet in mud and eyes on the stars,
deserving dreams of diamonds cast on diadems
while living to endure harsh humanity
an adequate lover her timeframe will accept,
quotes from adolescence she repeats romanticaly,
'Love me in the heat, love me on the ice,
defend me from the cheat, define me despite the price',
alone in her desire I am the champion of her fire -
J.A.B.
have two personalities and both are me
the one I show to the outside world
is a happy girl, who smiles with her perfect teeth ... hair
confident, kind, gentle, tranquil and serene
have put the past way behind
but my secret self is in raw turmoil
and I wear a dark cloak of grief
dwelling in old memories for comfort
love the secret garden I have created
beyond the outside madness that makes me who I am
I tend my garden of flowers and plants
it is where writing poetry brings me great peace
oh, adore the deep still silence
and know that I can stay or go out
for long walks in nature with swaying trees
and my books murmur and whisper waiting
I need both sides of me to dwell with me
the beautiful girl and the forlorn girl
love each one for different reasons
I need both to balance my Zen and Heavenly devotion
the secret me loves all my junk
all those things, those treasures collected
the dishes, the photos, jewelry, the things
I touch my art supplies, paints, brushes with love
Buy land in secret
Build the house in secret
Then do the house warming party
With publicity
Date in secret
Propose in private
Then marry in front of a crowd
Let your haters only see your reality
Never your vision
Or you will have division.
I perceive her as fire, not too smokey,
But glossed enough to burn my desire
Of illicit pleasure to fill empty pathways
Isolated by glass, guarded by egg shells
Only the waves know this rapture,
Only the stars hear loud groans,moans.
Although the warmth or heat is rented,
My own misery or despair erased
As her thighs waxes on mine, slow
Then fast in the restless grind of hours;
We take little drops of wine
Before sunlight begins to rise over sheets
Crumbled by dusky lust, maybe an ounce of love--
She, draped in mannequin's thin wrap
Is delicate and tough with a heart
Unavailable for constant ardor---how could
Her past release all those silent wails?
And while I button her second-hand dress
Our next rendezvous is done, again--again
The comfort of a lifeless marriage
Allayed by the harlot of my nights.
Controversial Contest---Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Sept 8, 2015
What’s Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open!
I’ve read God’s word, and it’s clearly spoken…
What’s done in secret… Will come out in the open!
I’ve been guilty of this, too many times!
I never thought of it, to really be a “crime?”
“Nobody’s watching” was the thought pondered…
As my mind began to “explore and wander.”
It didn’t take long for my life to go “off course.”
By a powerful wind of temptation’s force!
No matter how many times I took time to pray…
This “secret” held on, and wouldn’t go away!
I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried.
This “secret” remained, no matter how hard I tried!
God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me!
This was hard to do, but God was there to help me!
Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure…
Didn’t fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure!
As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess…
I’m giving my life to God! He’ll take care of the rest!
May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within…
May it be my desire to be more like HIM!
God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow!
I’ve no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow!
Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings!
He’s my lord and savior! My everything!
By Jim Pemberton
It was a tangled web they spun
their silken threads hid the truth
Weaving dark clouds to cover the sun
Preying on the innocence of her youth
It was a secret kept too long
They fed the fire with their lies
And muted the beauty of her song
The truth would surely shock and surprise
Then one day someone spilled the beans;
She found out she was an adopted child...
Finally the light was seen
The truth, untamed, was running wild
She could not hold back the tears
It came pouring out after all those years.
~
12-8-17
The snails met in secret
For their parents were political
Arguing about everything
That never matters to anyone at the moment of death
One by one,
They push
This dagger
Through their souls
Montague and Capulet
Star-crossed lovers
So deeply in love
We cross the stars
Claim that
Love is just
A test
We married
In secret
Secret words and secret places
Moonlight dinners with all the graces
Soft summer walks in the eventide
Time together to just abide
Smooth satin sheets with a light touch
Saying I love you so very much
Sitting together in each other’s arms
Anticipating your touch and golden charms.
© Paul Warren Poetry
In the silent depths of the night, where shadows dance in secret,
I wove my fears with threads of stars, into a labyrinth of the soul.
I withdrew when the light began to shine, when dreams took flight,
Fleeing from the fear as old as time, an ancestral echo whispering constantly.
Silent steps on unknown paths, I navigated through the illusions of creation,
Believing that departures were shields against unforgiving disappointments.
But in sudden silences, in the quiet of unfulfilled moments, I discovered,
That loneliness is a spell I invoked unknowingly, in the dead of night.
In the search for meaning, I learned that fear is a secret master,
Hidden in the shadows of the past, weaving destinies from invisible threads.
Each departure an incantation, each silence an unknown verse,
Which drew me into the depths of solitude, where only echoes answered.
I got lost among falling stars, seeking solace in the vastness of the sky,
But found only the reflection of my own fears, dancing in the inner universe.
In fragments of time, I recognized the pattern, a dance of misalignment,
And understood that running is not salvation, but just another form of captivity.
Now, in the cosmic silence, I try to weave the thread of lost love,
With the courage to be vulnerable, to stand unwavering in the face of light.
And in this inner journey, I embrace my shadows,
For only in acceptance and confrontation can I discover true freedom.
As the stars tell their stories, I rise from the depths of fear,
Toward a new horizon, where connections are no longer a threat but a call,
And in this symphony of existence, I find my place, a thread of light,
Learning to love without fear, to live without running, to be whole.
I might not be accurate, precise, exact, and truthful,
And cannot speak to you in a voice more amplified
than what you hear now,
To the rational thinkers,
I’m able, skillful, thorough, and genuine,
Exhibiting aptitude, capacity, efficiency, and power,
Yet, the shallow minded opined that
I’m facile, showy, cheap, and superficial.
I wish to please the world,
The anticipation painted the world in rainbows,
But my bookish precision and poetic peculiarity wouldn’t let me…
Especially this day that
I’m faced with a certain frigid and deferential surprise,
Conjuring up scenes of incredible beauty and terror,
Maybe, I’m afraid the world is deeper than a bottomless pit.
I wish to love again,
And write for those with the hungriness of words,
Healing those with the fathomless depths of suffering,
And the ones fear held in a vice,
But I have collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
fighting with my soul and the world without knowing how to win,
Forgetting that I’m living to die when I’m dying to live,
Therefore, let me embrace with ardor the prospect of serene leisure.
You can now see the ton’s weight of resolve upon my muscles,
No more threading on a labyrinth of obscure streets,
And my soul now is full of fire and eagle-winged,
Because I’m imbued with a vernal freshness,
And immersed in secret schemes of quirk.
Tis be… I must Run like the Wind
Until the pain subsides
Run.. Run.. Run
Unto the Shadow of Almighty
Within His... Arms opened Wide
Of Magnificent Love
For His Comforting Grace
Knowing… tis Glorious Place
As I shall Dwelleth in Secret place
Shielded from what tis be…
Then I shall Live again.. Fly Free
Higher… Higher.. as He Lifts me up
With His undying Love
Over flowing cup….
For with Him I know
There tis No need to be in fear
For tis He would not harm me..
Tis No need of tears
This I can Trust & Believe
For He shall Never leave
Nor fabricate.. lies
For In Him tis Truth
Purity... Security
His Love that is Real
Unconditional
As He Loves me for me
No matter how I am
Behold Jesus Love
Tis Unconditional…
Come to Jesus…
Come Receive His Undying Love…
Can any hide himself in secret places that I shall not see him? ( Jeremiah 23 v.24)
God is always everywhere
seeing everything and everyone
yet man loves rejecting this fact
living with no regard to the holy one
God has declared He's all seeing
no thing can stop His looking
for man's every deed will be judged
the final day before the eternal king
So there's no hiding place
for God sees us all
all we think and do
no matter how thick our wall
So none can hide themselves
in any secret place
the awesome eternal God
sees through all our face
poetgord@2013
Can words be mine in pen and ink
if they can write without my hand
the odes, like strangers, make me think.
For love I cannot understand
but in poetry I can find
the words that say what's on my mind
by carving names into the sand.
As tears now flow beneath the stars,
will my love see the bright moonlight
and will the night always leave scars.
My dreams I hide from wisdom's sight,
the heart in secret cannot show
how you remind my pen to flow --
yet it's for you alone I write.
Clouds hang low on stained
footpaths slick with moss clinging
as vines of green. He
waits in rain for a quiet
rendezvous, hardly breathing.