Best Kindred Poems
Not all poets are kindred souls
That theory is full of holes
For a few, poetry extols
Different goals Different goals
Words guided by what's in our hearts
Wanderlusts or humorous thoughts
I value artful counterparts
I don't hurl darts I don't hurl darts
Don't point fingers of shame at me
I treat no one with treachery
and I don't act like a queen bee
Hypocrisy Hypocrisy
Don't harm poets with pen or knife
If you're unhappy with your life
Why are you filled with angst and strife
Like Barney Fife Like Barney Fife
Sadness is a depressing trait
A mood that might simply abate
If you stop whining... mitigate
No need for hate No need for hate
I'm not part of a gang or pack
My friends and I do not attack
We have not stabbed you in the back
Disgruntled flack Disgruntled flack
Take screenshots like a bombardier
We've no need to tremble in fear
You've no reason to shed a tear
Now is that clear? Now is that clear?
With poisoned seeds of malice sown
Repeated complaints you bemoan
A cawing crow you now are known
Contentious prone Contentious prone
Broken fences will never mend
With a mindset that will not bend
Into those depths I'll not descend
I will transcend I will transcend
I'll write no more and waste my time
On one who thinks her views sublime
I will choose a healthier clime
To write in rhyme To write in rhyme
Kindness at home breeds love
Keeping family warm…
Kids, parents join hearts to
Knit times with gaiety;
Knowing sweet acts open
Keys of faith…and household
Kneels in worship as one.
Contest: Pleiades K 3/11/2017
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Verified by syllablecount.com: 'gaiety'
considered as 3-syl word
What joy
What comfort
To find a comfy niche
Where kindred spirits abound
Where we are encouraged to be ourselves
And delight in others showing their true colors
How profound it is to connect on that human level
Sharing opportunities to appreciate each other’s journeys
With tendered words, views, passions, dreams and aspirations
Life obstacles and vulnerabilities divulged with open heart
Allowing others to touch us in so many ways
Inviting them into our private bubble
Where some so easily click
Like long lost friends
Forever leave
Their mark
To one such friend
I need pay tribute
He’s an artist on my path
No doubt to feed my motivation
He gives praise
Like it’s free candy
He’s a humble goodhearted poet
Direct and won't play games
He couldn't be a politician
It would surely kill him
All I have to say is how I have
Tremendous respect for him
And everything he stand for
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on September 19, 2019 for contest PICK A FRIEND (Timothy McGuire) sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 2ND
Kindred souls
one pole
of energy;
dual-charge.
Two universes
rolled into one;
impressing the
ethers with
soul essence.
unlimited
unity,
harmonic.
You have your way
I have mine
That’s what it’s all about
Yes we’re different
And it’s wonderful
Our paths should cross
Kindred spirits
Eyes that value beauty
And cherish love
Hearts that adore
The wonder of life
And it’s awesome
That our souls
Should meet
Should touch
AP: 3rd place 2020
lone girl with her cat
maybe sad
but survives life's storms
06 August 2015
Pretty Little Lunes Contest- No. 4
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
*inspired by the story of Broken Wings and her cat.
**sorry, had to change the form belatedly to verse
The winds howled screaming with death's verdict,
His icy fingers grappled at the ships haul,
Pulling and twisting without any mercy's salvation.
Vengeance's arch angel, his black robes rippling in
The hostile breeze, heckles at the dying souls
As the last grasping for life is hushed,
Beneath the waves murky deep.
He gathers these unfortunate within his blackend nets,
Relishing in their pains agony,
Feasting upon regrets darkest harvest.
A darker kingdom welcomes their demonic honored father,
Ruling this land of fire and bone chilling ice,
Hatred's faithful bow low, unto this shunned by god.
In the shadows realm deviate malformations dance
A waltz in tune with dooms echoing to come.
Hush creatures of the night, for it shall come,
My children in kindred's spirits of thou’est most evil.
When the bowels of heaven are shut tight, and
Darkness consumes the world of man, so than
Harken well it tolls the bellows of doom.
Blowing their trumpets casting asunder by thunders
Earth shaking mighty hammer, will fall and
Crack the world in two,
Than shall we not feast upon the meek
And mislead.
No salivations prayers can save them,
For they belong to me.
For am I not the sinful father, embracing
These fallen children within my dark embrace,
Is this not what they've asked for,
To join me in this masquerade of death.
A wicked snare breaks across his dry
Blistered lips,
As a cackles laughter echoes from this no mans
Land of the living dead!
Here life evades capture, and only terrors
Shackles rattle at freedoms liberation,
Teasing its prisoners with a breath of fresh
Air from the world above.
A torturous paradise for those forsaken,
But it feeds the crimson lord and master
Quit well.
Hell's ebony doors slam shut behind him,
As he rests upon his bloody throne!
Soon my brethren echoes into the night,
As the moons illusion shines across the
Unsuspecting world at somber,
Dreaming left unaware, unsuspected
Just as he likes it.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
In the airs sweet whispering can you not hear their humming,
These cyber kindred joining together, strumming, across
Oceans, beyond continental divides, it’s a shared song of
Harmony!
In lyrics of verse, rheum and time, expressionism of
Grandeur, shared idealism and emotional tides,
Swaying in the winds of the poetic imagination.
Harken, and listen to the brilliance in melody,
On this international internet family known
As poetry soup!
In the lyrics of these artist bards, are the binding
Ties of paper and ink, yet we share so much more!
The instrumental blending of cultures, beliefs,
And emotional diversity’s, merging within the
Written words of the creative artists inner soul,
And being!
Gleaming stars of friendships, shinning in a
Timeless connection of love, understanding,
And a mutual tolerance for all our differences,
Can be shared and expressed without
Repulsion or offence!
In this unique forum true beauty of honesty
Is shared, between the hearts of mankind,
To encourage and inspirer the next generation
To come.
We are the open hands that offer
Guidance, the words of praise to inspiration,
A shoulder to cry upon, if the tides of emotions
Seem to overwhelm!
After all we are all family, friends, and the
Kindred to humanity, here in this society
Called poetry soup!
Let those whom have fallen at the words of criticism,
Find a calm river of peace here, a helping hand
Of understanding extended unto them, and
Allow them to stand again with a prides honor!
Inspirations lit torch of the future burns brightly,
Uniting us together in this cyber family!
An international netting, not made of wirers,
But of friendships, experiences, and emotions,
Here in this global sphere called earth,
We are one!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Asking, 'Shall we summon fire from Heaven to consume them ?
Gazing deeply into their eyes, saying, 'Ye know not what manner of Spirit you are.'
A winged figure flies alone.Searching for the one he calls his own.Softly whispering to the
girl of his dreams,sitting there on the rock by the stream…
…She looks into the crystal depths,where past ,present,and future is kept.In her mind
memories drift in and out.She listens now to someone else’s shouts…
…A winged figure stands alone,watching his love in a pain of her own…
…The pain of seeing and knowing.The years of heartache are showing.The lines etched in
her face are deep,and her violet eyes are troubles keep…
…But the fire burns within her still.It gives her hope and strengthens her will…
…She prefers to be alone these days,secluded in her forest maze.The visions aren’t so bad
out here.The silence helps to keep her mind clear.
But there is one thing she doesn’t understand.Why the visions don’t come with the strange
meloncholy man?A striking figure who moves with grace,always a sad smile upon his face.
He visits her sometimes at night.Then disappears as if he took flight.But she doesn’t question
where he’s from.She tends to feel lighter when he comes.
A little of the burden is lifted.He says she’s not cursed but gifted.He seems to feel her pain as
if it were his own.A kindred spirit,maybe,perhaps she’s not alone.
Without Your Love
Without your love, my life
I feign would ebb away.
Without you love, that
kindled flame of passion’s fire,
would turn to ashes cold and gray.
Without your love, my heart
grows cold, my feelings dead.
Without your love, those moments
when we chance to meet,
would change from happiness to dread.
Without your love
these eyes these lips so lonely pout.
Without your love to free my
lonely spirit from it’s hideaway.
To ride kindred spirit, seeking it’s way out.
Charles Grady Henderson
May 13, 2020
I just can’t find the words,
To ease the pain you feel.
Please know that you are not alone,
And somehow time can heal.
My heart, how it breaks for you,
As tender teardrops fall.
We may never have the answers,
To understand it all.
When everything around you crashes,
The roots of faith are tested.
Yet, beneath a devastated land,
The seeds of love are rested.
Once again, to rise, and be reborn,
New life and hope restored.
May Jesus hold you now,
The one who truly knows.
Our Lord and Savior,
He’s been there,
Fragile hearts and souls enclosed.
The pain and hurt you feel now,
So few have ever known.
He knows the feeling,
He bears the scars,
My friend you’re not alone.
I too, have walked in shoes you wear,
The path of thorns unfolds.
His footprints will alone remain,
He carries kindred “Soles”.
~The Healer, I lay…Meditating,
The Shaman’s path is inward and up, up, from the bed up, up, my astral body rises.
Silence, surrounds …
Looking down I see myself in a pit of covers
my astral self slips from the window
viewing home and hearth from outside and high above…
No earth born sounds, awaken me from my flight.
NO earthly forest, lush or deep entraps the Shaman she.
NO bird calls fills the Predawn light…
NO dewdrops distract~
Astral I recedes in time… a Dreaming
Back, back, back without knowledge of time, or space
like a fallen leaf~ twirling and swirling,
letting the current take me, where it will
through lifetimes to the womb and beyond . . .
~The Healer, I.. ghosts in space…
my home but a speck lit with Chi.
Silence, surrounds…
Fair astral form of gossamer light, I…thread space on umbilical silk,
the healer...reaches, reaches for the light, the He and She……God and Goddess.
The Healer, I... reaches the World Tree, Yggdrasil,
white crystal roots tendril into the primordial sea
of space time, branching upward cradling Heaven.
There below the tree in the soft grass an ancient one,
a familiar soul, waits.
~Oh I am held by She, ancient Grandmother, and garner the wisdom of ages.~
But, the bodies time is now, and calls
and as the clay rests, it calls
down, down, down… I go
~Past the jumble-tumble between lifetimes, within the cycling universe of all,
The Healer, I, reforms, snaps to the umbilicus of prone body, within the tumbled nest of sheets, in the now plane of existence.
~Arms reach out brushing cheeks, eyes gleam, and sparkle
with the joy of sharing, kindred spirits having touched
the ancient wisdon of the Light!
Silence surrounds.
*revised
Winding my yearn to discovery's burn
'round your lips, as you riddle in whispers
Stripping the sugar off winsome lit words
which invisibly slide off your fingers
Crumbling the retrospect into alumnus
of catapult reason and rhyme
Always remind me and circumvent bind me
I'm yours just as much as you're mine.
I came alone baring only a smile
When I lifted up, the veil of immortality
While surrendering my wings as to reconcile
My rightful birth into humanity
I was sent alone with the pure intentions
To re-navigate the freewill of man
To re-write our rights without contention
And to point the way, to where it all began
I grew up alone to pave the road
Through rocks, through sticks and stone
From a mystical guidance to a mortal code
Where all future dreams, are loans
I now stand alone by the crest of a beautiful sunset
With still a life-span of promises to impart
When a kindred soul appeared from a silhouette
And steered the trails and trials of my human heart
By: wilbert Evangelista Dela Cruz