Best Instantaneously Poems
It's been eons since
Life took us in diametrically different directions
Yet melancholic memories of you
Still bloom in my mind like a flower, filling me with glee
Our fleeting union, I'll forever treasure. It's strange
Grieving the loss of what might've been. Notwithstanding
The brevity of our romance, the flame ignited between us
Still remains undimmed, flickering in the wind
I miss your captivating stories about
Your upbringing in Rio De Janeiro
I instantaneously think of you every time the song
"The Girl From Ipanema", creeps into my mind
Oh, the many fun times we had! Walking arm in arm
Under the summer sun; snuggling cozily on winter nights
The sound of your laughter, your voice
Your fragrance, the twinkle in your smiling eyes
So adoring and brimming with tender love
I remember them all too well
Thoughts and dreams of you, a smoke that will never turn to ash
If I could turn back time and relive all the happy, endearing
Even the silly moments we shared, I would. Sadly, our bond
Couldn't weather every storm that came our way
Our loving companionship, though brief, I'll hold dear
In perpetuity. Thanks for the everlasting memories
We were never meant to be
I guess that's the way destiny intended it
It's been eons since we parted ways
Like rope severed under a colossal weight
Yet melancholic memories of you
Still bloom in my mind like a flower, filling me with glee
Submitted for...
Impress Me With An Old Poem(002) Poetry Contest (Winner: 7th Place)
Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A
Date submitted: 10/08/2020
Strand Special 12 Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest(Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 12/29/2019
Best free verse April 1, 2018 to July 15,2018 Poetry Contest(Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Date written and posted: 07/12/2018
Best Free Verse in July 2018 Poetry Contest/Winner(1st Place)
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Date written and posted: 07/12/2018
A mortal breath expires drifting to where?
Taken into the mystery of, invisible open air.
To where could that breath have gone?Instantaneously
snatched, unaware. left behind ,bitter tears of sorrow.
In every teardrop a question.While the pastor makes
a healing suggestion.
Birth certificates becomes memorabilia.
Grave stones are visited. The beginning sweet, the end a
bitter cup, No one knows when there time is up.
Many are gone,truly gone, flying to another world,
to be born, again.A life adorned,a loss,a friend
or family member.
A departure we will always remember.
Why now? why then? how did it end so fast?
The only sure answer is death at last.
Take my hand, take my kiss, take my beating
heart. Knowing for sure this will all be taken apart.
Taken from the start connected to the send.
Take all the I lend my friend, knowing soon
we shall face the end .Gone to the great beyond
Where other souls have passed on ,up in smoke.
Waxed in oblivion, gone to a heavenly reward or
not. Don’t fuss and don’t fight for one day or night
My eyes will follow that bright light surround by white.
Written by: Elliott Bowe
To be continued by Vienna Bombardieri....
People say my anxiety is cute.
The way I wring my hands, stutter over my words, jump at loud noises, and blush easily.
The way I wring my hands, because if they weren't holding each other they'd be shaking, or even sub-consciously digging into my skin on a bad day.
The way I stutter over my words, and stutter myself into a panic attack because I have no idea what the person on the opposite end thinks of me.
The way I jump at loud noises, instantaneously filling with anxiety and the unshakable need to hide, survive.
The way I blush easily, the redness of my cheeks signifying the onslaught of tears that wish to come, but never are allowed.
How anxiety has overcome me to the point that even my own shame at my weakness can not coerce me into coming out.
The way I'm so afraid of living.
...Adorable.
At the end of the finishing line,
a deep grouchy voice thunders in my ears
and said, “Welcome home”.
I stepped on the green carpeted grass
and gazed at the slender bushy trees
waving peacefully in the hot summer breeze.
Happy squirrels scampering along
and merry birds singing happy songs.
But the moment swiftly fades and the
tormenting sound of fire trucks sirens chimed in
Trash less garage truck put on masquerading scenes
and empty school buses appear on every corner
performing a deceptive drama.
I gazed across the horizon and drowned out
the intimidating sounds in America’s streets.
Instantaneously a hand touched me
I reached out and held on
but surprisingly it disappears.
I held on tightly clinging to something that was not there.
Bequeathed by a mysterious will
my mind glides up a gigantic hill
shades of wonders, throngs of danger
could not stopped god's destined will.
With hand clasped and eyes closed
I whisper a prayer for my compelling soul.
I tried to detached but it kept coming back.
Something bigger than faith kept me going
more profound than hope itself
It absorbs my innate being
and laden me with mystical dreams.
Weighing heavily upon throbbing heart
It was strong enough to melt my spiritual thoughts.
Thousand of them stand in the midst of the crowd
but only one I could make out.
That one gambled with my heart
Stretched my bone and pull my marrow apart
unmindful of the wounds it caused
smiling at me without an infinite thought.
most powerful and most worthy
Yet strong enough to rip up my aching heart.
©2013 Christine Phillips
In shiny armor knights of old,
Only quests for the brave and bold,
Famed Holy Grail chalice to hold.
But my heavy chalice isn’t gold,
Mine is night black and filled with cold,
About death is my story told,
A memory covered in mold.
Not expected plain death, you see,
When older age exacts a fee,
Known illness, not surprisingly.
That night was never planned, by me.
Unexpected, this was to be
Black night, black car, walking was she,
Killing her, instantaneously.
Still awake with thoughts of the dead,
My black cup overfilled with dread,
Remembering every word she said
Since shining day when we were wed.
Quest for peace now my daily bread,
Weariness drops my heavy head,
My chalice of the night, from A to Zed.
January 24, 2022
Contest: The Chalice of Night
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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From my point of espial,
I was instantaneously seduced;
just one look at you, my precious,
I plunged
into the bottomless ocean
that is your mesmerizing eyes
just to let myself...
drown.
Date written: 08/06/2020
Tell her that she made you feel.
Because you don't feel.
Tell her what you see.
Because she doesn't see.
Tell her that you liked her hair, ashen rubellite and amethyst, curling at the tips like a calla Lily night cap, or burning paper, and bound loosely by a kaleidoscope of fabrics.
Tell her that her brown eyes and the smoked coral powder she had pressed against her outer lids, and the flecks of gold that decorated each corner and curve, was a piece of renaissance art.
Tell her that you think about her. Much more often than you should. Because in reality she met you only once. Even though you meet her in pastel visions and fantasies, every time you see trees of a particular viridescent, or whenever you smell rich lavenders.
Tell her that her voice was a remedy for your melancholia, and any concept she kissed with that silvery voice was instantaneously paramount to you, and nothing else mattered.
Tell her that for the duration of your time with her, you forthwith saw the world in iridescent light, a light she must own, because you cannot experience it anywhere else, no matter how hard you try.
Tell her that you could so effortlessly love her.
Because you can love.
Tell her how you see her.
Because she doesn't see you.
As the new guy in school, I was blessed to be hanging around a few guys who were
considered "cool." I had gotten the heads-up about "Lee" the school bully. I did what I could
to avoid him totally. That changed one day after gym. On my way to 5th period I literally
bumped into him. I had always been a guy to show brotherly love. It surprised me when he
spun around and gave me a shove. I knew this would be the day to show how tough I was.
Even the other kids in the hall felt the buzz.
Something inside me instantaneously began tearing me apart. I closed my eyes and
listened to my heart. Of course, I could not visibly see spiritually. But something was
happening around me. I felt dizzy and my choices weren't easy. How was I to know several
demons were very busy. I was momentarily blind, and those demons were clawing at my
mind. Screaming "Hit him, hit him" and spiritually pushing me in the back. Yelling in my
inner ear to attack!
While this war was going on in my head, I thought I heard a swoosh as wingspread. I
couldn't see spiritually but hundreds of angels surrounded me with swords of fire that blazed
the color of sapphire. Me and Lee stood toe to toe in the corridor. Spiritually, Michael the
Archangel wagged war. Subconsciously I was aware of other kids standing around in the
background waiting, anticipating my next move.
Now a different softer voice whispered, "You have nothing to prove." Around Michael
and his glorious angels those demons lay dead. A sense of peace filled my head. Slowly the
anger subsided. My decision was decided. I no longer felt spiritually weak this day. I turned
the other cheek and walked away. Behind me I heard no curses and there was no attack. I
could have sworn I felt a pat on my back.....
Note: To a friend who enjoys my "stories".....
Reverberant the sounds of the new year coming forth
Enticing us to leave something behind in it shadows
Setting us up for some sort of failure almost immediately
Ostentatiously we throw our thoughts upon the table
Letting those around us know our resolutions made
Utterance of promises we pledge to keep
Truer for the new year coming forth than the previous one
Instantaneously knowing it's the impossible we often seek
Oblivious to the power trapped in our own mind's will
Never fully ready to battle these demons to win the fight
Surrender often become an easier choice until next year
January 19, 2020
Resolutions Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
The theory of everything
Which even an Einstein could not divine
Remains the goal
Four fundamental forces making the universe what it is
Electromagnetism, weak interaction, strong interaction, gravity
Each with its own mediator particle that makes the force a force
Photons, W and Z Bosons, Gluons and Gravitons are their given names
All for the Graviton proven to exist
Completing their journey from postulation to theory to discovery
Only the Graviton awaits a Columbus
But herein is postulated the existence of a fifth force
More powerful, more complex than the other four
Failing, to date. to command attention in the field of physics
The powerful universal force named ....LOVE
Its mediator particle, here in, called CUPID
Difficult to discover as is the Graviton and like the Graviton it has no mass
Because it too must act instantaneously and at long distances
And has, as should be expected, a spin value of 2
Once the CUPID is discovered the theoty of everything will be complete
I looked out my window today
And I noticed that most of
the clouds in the sky were grey
So I knew that the rain
wasn’t to far away
And it’s usually on days
like today
That always seem to get to me
So I did something
That I have never done before
And it was something that
I did think about for awhile
And I finally decided
to do it anyway
And when the rain started
falling down from the sky
I took all my clothes off
And I grabbed a bar of soap
And some shampoo and a towel
And I went outside my back door
far away from prying eyes
So that no one could see me
And I took a shower in the rain
And it was such an incredible feeling
And one that I have never felt before
Because a peaceful easy feeling
came over me
while I was showering in the rain
That was so rejuvenating
Because it felt like
A spiritual cleansing
And when I finally came
in from the pouring rain
All of my burdens and all of my sorrows
that I had felt earlier in the day
just seemed to fade away instantaneously
You ask me why you need God, yes God with G capitalized
Whose only begotten Son’s precious life was sacrificed
I will tell you in simple words, not with that of the erudite
But those that come from my heart, and from the Book of Light.
I will start with a question, much like the one you posed
For in this way we each would know, it is truth I depose
Does a man need air to breathe? Does he need it to survive?
In the same way we need air, we need God in our lives.
You may say a man would die, without air instantaneously
Yet you have been fine all these years, thinks at God occasionally
Why are you then still alive, while His Son had to suffer and die?
But you forget Christ rose again, the third day, that’s no lie.
On man surviving without God, is rich and even popular
We cannot compare earthly time, with that of time eternal
What is man’s time on earth, but a hairbreadth, a tick
When he dies his soul’s destined, to a forever place he’s picked.
A masterpiece, a product, the maker has conceptualized
Comes with operating manual, functions fully harmonized
When that product is therefore used, without following instruction
It will cause a side effect, a malfunction or destruction.
Much like that of man therefore, though free will he was given
Created in God’s own image, to serve a purpose he's bidden
The design for which he was formed, because his heart is marked
An inner craving for higher being, for peace of mind he’d hark.
I may still go on and on, yet convince you I can’t be sure
I can only hope I have stirred, questions on eternal future
For I am sure you have heard of them, when staring death to its eyes
Those in God have peaceful smile, those who don’t sheer terror lies.
Let me end therefore with verse, His Word from the greatest Book
“I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb”, take a look
At how much God loves you, He knew you before you were born
He’s waiting, open your heart to Him, His grace is new every morn.
Note: Quoted verse - Jeremiah 1:5a
Tell Me - Poetry Contest - 2nd Place
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux
30 March 2015
A smile that glows
Brighter than a light bulb
Among light bulbs
Instantaneously melting
Unforgiving glaciers
A smile
Often exploding
Like a supernova
Shamelessly exposing
Blinding pearly whites
Ah yes, it does glow
In the dark
It's intensity overpowering
To the observer
Date written: 12/02/2013
Date posted: 04/06/2016
I asked the desert
to carry me from this place
of the Qubbanet El-Qirud’ infertile soil
suddenly, that whisper of wind
took my hand, and walked
along and alone with me
I, heard a voice, in tones of angels
“we see your beautiful life within”
one that we do not understand
yet, I do not remember this life
as having beauty
I see a life that I have
wasted thoroughly; jealously
and unrighteousness ruled
my empty daze, before
this; please do something
do look closely into me
I asked this of both the angels
and my desert friend
the desert smiled…
as all of Heaven’ Angels
swooned and said, “your life,
from infinity you have come”
an infinite and [i'n(y)o?om?r?b?l]
probability, willingly mixing
yourself in all particles of life; you are of
infinite scintillae; that blend
into; the “special purpose”; that you
is urbane, decipherable, and vestal
becoming a fertile soil, to accept
those ill wills and innumerable sins
of humanity, all whom have broken the trust
of that which was given…
impurity therefore, is humankind’ “Portae Lucis”
for in the realization of;
you gain your last chance
for a one time, "Contact with Eternity"
you are but dirty and
impure and infertile; I, have cried
upon my friend; this barren desert
begging to become, a participle
of a fertile land; enabled to produce
squalls and outcomes, and sublimed sulfur
I will enjoy, these powerful urges, these
lovingly nudged immoralities within me
and when, I finish with the each of you
I shall enjoy a long and lovely “Desert Sorcery”
verdancy, will be the [?ks'pe? tri?e?t] of thee
across this entire Earth; out of me
the sons and daughters of inequity will be judged
and their eternal ends will be welcomed
each of those who is as Adam, and Eve; will be left
out of a home, upon this Eden’ mothered globe
you, who have made burgoo of your lives
know this to be your truth
those who have suffered the dirt and impurity
of the oppressors will be made free, instantaneously!
Oh my lord! Once again, remake me as thee!
and reproduce me, as the very last; God Particle!
“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet
A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”
Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011