Best Leading Poems
Written: June 22, 2024
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Lovely, two-week luster.
lasting sylvan smell,
lavender, blue, crimson, lilac, pastel
light lifts people's mettle
leading light is a liking illustration.
loamy land leaning of landowners.
Lubed language is silky and crucial.
land lightly in people's whimsy
locution of literalism logicality
lasts for a lengthy time, if not longer.
Lapis lazuli lanes link labor.
limitless loop layout lends a look of light.
lost from landscape left walls in flux.
looking for love losing out
learning to love may launch
letting love lurch may be a loom.
lift by living a loving life.
lasting love is pulled to lead
Living every day, listening to the wild.
learning life lessons by laughing
lifting lethargy, limiting lemons
loving our Lord, love one another.
love talk leaks recall, lie seal.
loving recalls rekindle love's loyalty.
lips locked, long-lasting.
long, salty lacking friends.
love, latch loss, live for those who care.
looking for a soulmate alone looks cruel.
limping life’s path, listening to voices.
lambaste the bamboozled mind.
laugh, scream your feelings loud
Lustrous eyes reveal loneliness.
lost will, loyalty remains.
lockets and lullabies depict it.
lyrics praise long, dull winters alone.
lacking friendship, grieve less.
Licensed to fix wrongs, omit loopholes of lies.
lure rivals to confess, and learn their lies.
Wasn't written in the scriptures you'd be found
twin bunnies hopping along side with the summer
little Ronny Johnson's sister tagging right along
stolen glances and secret kisses
swinging together on the old tire swing
back before father called you home
That was then before painted memories
hung out on the front porch with lemon tea
refreshments sparkled a quite midnight sky
loving hands held in a most romantic way
warming hearts and projecting missed moments
waiting patiently for my Sunday to come again
Hollow red brick walls
surrounding open fences.
Lost corridors to home
covering trenches.
A journey of
the mind Leading
me far away
from life & out
of existence.
Someday to
arrive &
Understand
why
Hearts cry,
souls die
trying
todefine
a love
twisted.
David J. Caldera
Reading alone gets wit and wisdom,
Wide reading increases knowledge,
We can learn a lot by that process,
That only paves the way for growth.
We must make a note of all the books
That World calls as a treasure to hold
And we must acquire them shrewdly
And widen our knowledge brilliantly
As one grows, reading gets narrowed
For innumerable reasons to quote
Main is poor eyesight that blocks
One's reading power immensely
One easiest way to grasp the essence
Is by reading the quotes of great men,
Their distilled wisdom when is learned,
Our wit reaches its pinnacle admirably
Quotes are made with greatest thought
To tell the longest story in few words,
The time taken to read them is less,
We can read at any time, anywhere!
Reading a large number of super quotes
Rinses brain in the ocean of philosophy,
We become great masters of thinking,
Our words contain the best ideas easily
When one grows aged, strain is more,
Especially the eyes lose their power,
Endurance is also seriously affected,
Under such a condition, quotes help
Brief quotes easily remove one's grief,
They stun the World by their simplicity,
By mastering them, we reign supreme,
Our mind is filled with enormous wit
So, reading big books is no doubt fine,
If we have the power and proper mindset,
But, reading quotes will bring huge rewards,
Just twenty of them will elevate our thoughts
Reading habit must be ever continued,
We must constantly develop our brain,
We must equip it for doing useful acts,
Reading is the basis for any great feat!
There is a stillness in the yard today
Branches are not moving at all
Shade is empty where pines are tall
Loneliness stirs in a restless way
Sun's warmth grabs areas, it can spread
Hummingbirds find sweet places
With eyes watching and smiling faces
All leading to joy and laughter ahead
He8di Sands
6/22/23
LEADING VIOLIN
The maiden's euphoric fugue
The arrogant stretched notes of the violin plague
Lightening and softening rough edges mark
Blues and browns duet with the sways
of thick auburn hair and round voluptuous behind. . .
What message she wants to rain?
What joy she wants to fire?
Or is it wrath she wants to spill?
Her libretto casts a paint of dullness around
yet, it resurrects her curves to swing...
Bareback moans a prudent chaste appeal
Vibrato runs along the brush of Sotskova
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Inspired by: "LEADING VIOLIN" painting of Lena Sotskova
8:07pm, January 16,2015
Plucking strings of luck, pushing eternity forward
Life leaves us breathless and maybe lost for words
Fragile are the cracks of something once shattered
Mend how you are able to, believe in what mattered
Count your blessings before spending that hallowed
All leading to one until the path must be followed
God asked Noah to construct an ark
He provided him a detailed instruction
God gave him a head start, prior to construction
It would have three decks, a door and a window as its bench mark
Then Noah And Sons Ark Company (NASAC) began its task
The ark had no rudder, so the folks laughed at Noah and his boat
It needed no rudder to steer it, it only needed to float
“Umm, God do you think we can fix a rudder on this ark?” Noah ask
“Noah my son, this is where most folks missed my boat
To need a rudder means you know how to arrive at your destination
My son I will steer you to safety, I am your salvation
I’ll finance the project; here you are with the bank note”
So NASAC constructed the ark out of their comfort zone
But how did Noah get all the animals on board?
God supernaturally directed the animals like a horde
About 80,000 animals went in, each identical sexes like a clone
It was full with thousands of animals with a smell of a zoo
Most of the animals who took a nap during the weary ride were bored
The King Lion, the Eagle and the Elephants were the Executive board
The young pigeons in the ark often “coo”
But was old Noah sure it would rain? Was it a mystery?
Did he project the atmospheric weather forecast?
Noah was indeed a wise man, he began to broadcast
No one heeded and the flood did come; it was the worst disaster in history
How many would buy a Jaguar without a steering wheel?
Are you so wise fixing your own rudder?
To steer around the mountain you encounter?
Rest in Him, for He predestinated you for the good pleasure of His will
By faith Noah, being divinely warned of God of things not seen as yet, moved with godly fear, prepared an ark to the saving of his household, by which he condemned the world and became a heir of the righteousness which comes by faith. Heb 11:7
EarthTribe justice She's the One
to give a call
for a whole lotta' fun!
Social justice She is One
if She can't do it
EcoPassion can.
Eco-Echo he's our Groom
born of not-not EcoWomb,
and He can't do without Her;
BeLoved's up and coming
Community.
EgoEco echoing One
if They can't do it
not-not PolyCultural can.
Peace with JustUs
they Be One
so give Earth a call
for this whole lotta' fun.
its hard when things dont go the way you planned
when you screw up
more and more
and make things even harder for yourself.
When you do things you shouldnt
and know you shouldnt
and then spend weeks worrying about it
You know that its not you
it never has been, or will be
but you do it anyway
In the moment it feels like it will take your troubles away
make things better for just a moment
A moment of rest, a moment of peace
a moment of enjoyment
that just leads to regret.
There is nothing we can do to change what we do
the choices we make
and what we've done
but we need to realise our mistakes
and run with them
Make our lives our own
little special paradise
Yet, we cant do that without pain and suffering
so that we can truly love and be loved in return
Woman wisdoms faded.
Blind leading blind.
Sight forever loses.
What Am I leading Up To.
You often will wonder what phrases mean,
Like a little lean or maybe even green;
You should try one on for size,
Or to me it might be a big surprise.
Things are turbulent underneath, not on surface;
Performance was like that of a three ring circus;
You should see me in my great auto gravure;
Compared to today was simple, plain and pure.
Run was made right down the middle
By player found to befit as a fiddle;
There might be some Obama trauma;
Should have ended with death of Osama.
Now new Congress is all nestled down
And word has been spread all over town,
Mighty Seahwaks met there greatest goal,
Which was to end up in the Super Bowl.
Sounds like they are starting a new trend;
When game will be tied at the end;
After so hard each one of them did try,
Pass landed in receiver's hands sent from the sky.
From sky view camera all of it could be seen;
Every player looked like a bouncing bean;
Outright owner whose first name is Tall Paul
Ended up with a big trophy and a game ball.
James Thomas Horn
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In leading strings - in a state of pupillage.
The following poem is not autobiographical.
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He made me feel in leading-strings,
and, after all, he was much older.
Being in his house was a state of pupillage.
I sat there waiting while he lit the candles
and was too nervous to join in.
My meals were had in nervous tension,
my waiting for a sign that he was ready...
and then the bedroom with its flock wallpaper
and picture of his ex ex-wife or somebody...
He grew tired of me and my expectancy,
and not being sure in my state of pupillage.
I was shown the door on a Sunday afternoon,
and told my leading strings were out of tune.
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5/27/2015
Empty pockets tears.
Roads leading paths another route.
Whose waiting there walking north?
A sudden thought springs to my mind,
a statement borne in rhyme.
I find this happens frequently
and cherish it each time.
Don’t ask me where the thought came from,
another soul or mine
or maybe it bleeds from the ‘whole’,
if so this thought’s divine.
The thought then echoes through my mind,
I’m clothed within it’s gown
and actually feel the thought’s relief
when it is written down.
Then other thoughts can quickly come
like rain they start to pour,
while some must wait until the first
has more time to mature.
When time is right I sit me down
then more words start to flow,
my pen moves through the rhyme with ease
and writes it in one go.
The written words bear ripened fruit
like grapes plucked from the vine,
but from this point I nourish them
and make them really mine.
I carefully study every thought
and review every line
to keep the meaning shining through,
but help the words to rhyme.
I know that I am meant to share
this gift that I’ve received,
to help some find their inner strength
in what has been conceived.
My poetry can mean so much
to those who care to read,
but please don’t offer me the praise
I did not plant the seed.
There really is a leading light
to see us through our day,
it shows itself in many forms
to help us find our way.
But you my friends must seek it out
then with it you can shine,
like I have done with poetry
a gift that I make mine.
Ivor G Davies