Best Knew Poems
Look at the stars, look how they shine for you
And everything you do;
Yes it’s really true, in the realm of love,
Nothing else ever comes even close
When the moment is just right
And allure of your eyes enkindles paradise
Where face of the sky is enchanting blue
And the golden sun adorns sparkling dew
And upon every night smiles the doting moon.
Give me that moment, give me that look
And ride with me to the land of Elysium
Where blossoms of spring reign all seasons
And nary a cloud shrouds the horizon.
When evening arrives in colors of rainbow
And midnight rejoices astral celebration,
Look for my missive in moonlit orchestra
Decoding the language of sensuous stars.
Whisper to my heart your intimate response
Crooning in passion of romantic ballad—
Bashful in secrets of blushing meadows,
Enthralled in ambers of inflamed autumn.
Yes it’s really true, in the realm of love
Nothing else ever comes even close
When love speaks boldly without any words.
Look at the stars, look how they smile for you
Yes it’s really true, the stars always knew.
February 18, 2020
Poem of the day on February 20, 2020
Placed 1st: Famous poetic lines 3 – Love songs poetry contest
“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you
and everything you do” Coldplay, Song: Yellow
HM: Strand select Y contest by Brian Strand
Withered meadows of yesteryears ache, recalling memories forlorn,
As discords of then mourn, assailing vibes of now, emotions torn;
Yet I believe, love would have still vouched~ together we belong,
If only you knew, how to strum, sensuous rhythms of our love-song.
Gracing my embrace, lovingly you caress, my jilted sleepless night,
And on every dawning horizon, you still are, the halo of my delight;
As I believe, episode of love, would always write a lovesome theme,
If only you knew, you have long been, epitome of my romantic dream.
You bedazzle my memory, beaming grin of an enamored glance,
Being my Cinderella, avowing to rekindle fairy-tale of romance;
As I believe, you would still be the music, pulses-cadent impart,
If only you knew, you are the seductress, plucking strings of my heart.
In realms of desires, chasing bliss of your love, my passions call-out,
When you are in amorous cuddle, hypnotized by grip of fervent clout;
As earnestly I believe, you would love me still, even from miles afar,
If only you knew, you have been my aura, my fulgent northern-star.
Birds that always sung for you, serenade you, lauding your name,
Spurred by fond recollections, applauding memoirs of love’s acclaim;
And I believe, words unsaid would not be uttering, a sigh of regret,
If only you knew, love we shared, pledges eternal shall never forget.
Golden sun enlightens contours of violet arc
Painting mauve motifs on canvas of cosmic art
When constellation of dewdrops sparkle on grass
And thoughts of your allure enchant my heart,
As in pristine meadows of sensuous past I walk
Holding hands of dawn to reminisce love that was
When you come along, cheering one more dance--
Oh, how I regret, not kissing that ebullient morn,
Strolling in memoirs of your favorite garden
Where gardenias court scent of rose blossoms,
Crafting ode of love that's silent on fervor--
Alas, you've never heard rhythm of my poem,
Shrouded in metaphors that proffer not a clue
But it's always been true: there's no one but you
For you see it enunciated in language of runes
Where dreams you dream are passing through.
Wish you knew I worship the ground you walk on
And love everything about you just the way you are
And ache for your moon, wish for your stars,
For no one but you makes me feel--I have it all.
August 26, 2019
Placed 2nd: If only you knew poetry contest by Silent One
HM: Strand special 7 by Brian Strand
If you Really Knew Me
By Kevin Robey
Febraury 16, 2013
If you really knew me, you’d see through these lies
The smiles and laughs, can’t conceal my eyes
You won’t ask questions, you won’t suspect
You won’t see it coming, my final misstep
If you read this now, you know it’s true
Maybe there never was a me and you
So many times, I fall so hard
Don’t rise again, joy’s much too far
I wish I was stronger, but my mind is stuck
I made it this far, based solely on blind luck
I know you’d tell me, to take it easy
This upcoming part may make you queasy
Be kind, and notify my next of kin
Leave out the part of my final sin
Another one in line with many
Proof I was my own worst enemy
Join me in my dark and twisted fantasy
Of opened wrists, my last reality
My breathing slows, as the crimson glistens
My thoughts are peaceful, lean in and listen
Let’s make this emo, and write a note
I’ll even throw in a depressing quote
Maybe goodbye, sorry, and such
You say I had it all, I say not so much
These medals and trophies seem to say
That I made the most of every day
The truth is I was simply biding my time
None of those moments were truly mine
You see everything, but I leave with nothing
Didn’t believe me, you accused me of bluffing
So see me now, as I bleed to the floor
Take time and read to me that final score
The end is here, the war is won
The battle is lost, but wasn’t it fun?
Torturous dreams and false realities
Were the only real friends to me
So it’s time to sign out
I promise not to shout
Sweep me under the rug
Let me go, I’ll pull the plug
The end is here, I’m so relieved
Despite of all I managed to achieve
Don’t cry for me, I’m finally happy
This is my last wish, my final plea
So I close my eyes for the final time
I think to the beauty in words that rhyme
My final exhale marks the final scene
Knowing nothing is ever, quite as it seems
I saw the sadness
in your tear-filled eyes
and vowed to put a smile
on your dejected face...
to give you wings,
regain the joy of life,
to hear you sing once more.
I set you free to roam
unfettered, unrestrained –
but in euphoric flight
you failed to glimpse
the pointed shards
embedded deeply
in my bleeding heart.
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Contest sponsored by Silent One
Placed 2nd
Posted 23rd October 2020
Is there enough adjectives I can use,
to sew these sensitive sensations to you,
when my dandelion heart is
dense with combustible phrases,
and my sunken soul is weeping
into the weariness of wildfires?
They say beauty can never
be found in the dark,
oblivious to the
vibrancy of neon nights~
streaks of fluorescent flares glaring
above forests of flickering lights,
there iridescent colors run through the
skyline like vast vibratos,
filling my lungs with iridescent phrases
too enigmatic to roll of my tongue.
Yet your flourishing name
flows in flawless
frequencies through
this forsaken surface,
and I wear these wings drenched
in burning fresh-spring waters,
glistening in immeasurable
shades of opalescent feathers,
as the majestic moon still graces
my somber sky with all those
stolen smiles I’ve left unseen,
for I am but a floating spirit just
above demonic halos
that shine so deceptively,
carrying my strength wreathed in
fireflies fortifying
my faceless complexion,
where the only home to
my name is beneath the stars
in the wilderness of your
ambrosial affection,
whilst I keep sprinkling
traces of what is
now left in my empathy
that has been pinioned~
to the grains of gratitude
in gardenia love.
If only you knew, without you,
I’ll be trashed in turmoil,
wrecked in disarray~
you are the poetic reason,
I am an inked poem
woven with an iron quill,
rippling with amorous alliterations
and magnolia metaphors,
as the nightly creatures still lurk
in the shadows of
our twin-flame footprints,
constantly trying to seize
the alluring aurora that lessens
the miles between my electric dusk
and your honeysuckle dawn…
If only, if only, if only you knew
The measure of affection felt for you.
Your potential great, so much more to do,
Then you concluded your time was through.
If only you knew how much time you spent
In hearts and minds; Oh how much you meant!
Your value is here! And it never went!
No hate you harboured, no hint of resent.
If only you knew that your light
Was a comfort to others in their darkest night,
Was a ray of hope when they had to fight -
Your outlook seemed to all so bright.
If only you knew what is felt for you now.
If only you could be told somehow...
The void can't be filled left behind by you!
If only, if only, if only you knew.
…you knew
No one should know the things I know,
nor bear the scars of such knowledge,
nor should they be forced by circumstance
to discard all of memory’s treasures.
The Llama will spit when the burden’s too great
but the child, he will bury it deep
carry it with him wherever he goes
condition himself not to weep.
The Lion will roar when wounded and weak
lash out at the wind and the rain
the child will yell from his spot deep in hell
and be told he must learn to forgive.
The rats will sneak in – the rats will sneak out
and feast on the lies they deny
the child in plain sight will cry through the night
and be ushered away at sunrise.
There are cracks in the walls as the empire falls
yet the liars still raise a gold chalice
hide in the cloud of incense they spread
to obscure their despicable malice.
So if a child yells, tells you of cold hells
of memories tortured and chained
look into his eyes and search for his soul
and weep, for he knows that you knew.
©2/14/2018
Promises are made to be kept, though they are wrapped in a cocoon of razor wire.
The words that fall out of your mouth turn into insects, and are instantly
consumed by the reptiles. Everything consumes everything, all God's creatures go
below. It is quite evident that our souls at one time were of a single unit prospering
and thriving. Ripping through the Cosmosphere. Splitting and burning
endlessly. Scattered about, only to be reunited. This magnetic pull I feel is
not of me. This longing I have to be with you is unnameable. I don't fear it. I
don't fight it. I want to embrace it, understand it. the unexplainable is
definitely one of life's more perplexing subtleties.
All at once…
I realized that it was peace
Who left me breathless,
Hope who left me without a question,
Faith who knew my deepest need,
And love who silenced my every fear
All at once…
I knew, down deep inside me,
That there is something more important
Than my own tears – my own needs…
There is someone who prays, prays
And, in my gift of time – my gift of light…
I answer those prayers, those prayers
Who abide on the heart’s beating,
Abide in the questions, the believing
I answer those prayers
With the gifts I bring, giving
My hopes, my dreams, my friendship
Gifts of grace, listening, faith
Interest in the smallness of a star
Attention to the kindness of a heart
All at once…
I knew that real faith gives away
More than it takes
All at once…
I simply knew that God’s love
is generous and plentiful
it is lavish and lives in those…
who listen to the heart who believes
it is far better to give than receive
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
December 8, 2022
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I drifted past the sunset
where horizons make their place
Imaginary lineage
that artists love to trace
I saw the world illumined
in a shade of tangerine
Beyond the treelined silhouette
and shadows in between
I scaled a distant mountain
that was massive in its size
Where I could taste the altitude
amidst blueberry skies
When then I saw a sparrow
as it flitted on the wing
And followed it, just listening
in hopes that it would sing
It took me down a pathway,
round the bend and every turn
Then rested in an olive tree
beside a river fern
I bid farewell and strolled along,
directions heading west
For this I hoped would lead me too
my early morning quest
A squirrel danced above me
in the branches of the trees,
A firefly then floated by,
like surfing on the breeze
I watched in endless wonder
as the world about me turned
Took little notes in scribbled thoughts
of all that I had learned
When up ahead I see a spark,
a tiny orb of gold
As half a day had come and gone,
if every truth be told
It seems I've found my treasure,
there it sits before my eyes
The one thing I've been searching for,
a beautiful sunrise
Good morning, Soupers
From your invalid's bed
You pined for the beach
Too far out of reach
For weakened feet to tread
He gathered devotion for the quest
And packed obligation
Atop expectation
For your smile's beauty to express
He strained beneath the boulder's stack
As frost bitten wind sliced his skin
And fingertips split where blood ran thin
When that frigid mountain fought back
Then he rode on deserts of fire
Under the sunburned moon
He bridled the dunes
For your hopeful eyes he aspired
At last, salty sea allowed his descent
To glitter of exotic shores
Lustrous shells from wave filled floors
Captured in jars, mighty ocean's scent
Here is a man who follows through
But all you saw in your hand
A dirty case of sand
If you only knew, you fickle fool.
10/25/20
I heard the birds sing, felt when the breeze blew
for you as sunburst sky flushed your face in hue.
How adorable you were to me you had no clue,
if only you knew.
After the morose night in your garden I found me,
how brightly I’d sparkled like the pearl of ecstasy,
being on patina of your luring rose a drop of dew,
if only you knew.
From the eternity I borrowed the time we’d shared,
like blazing sunset sky my yearning in reverie flared.
How keen I was to see the day my dream came true,
if only you knew.
In blue firmament of your eyes my fervor had flown
to the charming nest I’d built to become our own.
How fondly I sheltered my memory as storm blew,
if only you knew.
Sound of your voice rippled the silence of longing,
filled with melody the void of my lonesome being.
How complete I became when you made me new,
if only you knew.
When drifting on the trail of melting mirage you left,
like dry sands of caved-in dune I felt deserted bereft.
How sadly my unsaid words ‘I need you’ I heard rue,
if only you knew.
When your essence remained within me as a shadow,
fused with the darkness of abyss of my heart hollow,
how many candles my love had lighted there for you,
if only you knew.
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August : 25, 2019
For A Brian Strand Rime Contest
Another poem I write as I often do
to someone who’s still living in my head.
Yes, I write to you, incredible you.
By that small chance my poem could be read
by you, incredible you, I sit and write,
not knowing if you are alive or dead.
Not knowing after all these years – that’s my plight,
Always I’ll remember, incredible you,
our dreamy magical most special night.
I like to think you still think of me too,
and with that said: How much you meant to me!
Incredible you . . . if only you knew.
Oct. 25, 2020
Some say- a paragraph holds them deeply,
not even the slightest touch can make them fall
Words hide from me
Some say, the melody within takes them there,
- the loudest noise will never waiver the tune
Words find me soon
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Some say- moments, emotions are against the wind,
no one feels me, my mood- the tangling of a Sonnet
Words are lost again
Some say, my thoughts are visible, yet they seem hidden from view
the rhymes, the discovery of it all- no one really cares
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Words whisper softly to me
When the time right, that paragraph will find you
a Sonnet, a melody, the rhyme- a part of your memory
Those that wish to see your poetry . . .
A sigh gently escapes
“I never knew”
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* Dedicated to those that never knew *
- Your Poetry will always Shine, because it is a Part of You -