Best Leaned On Poems
Finding love is our unsure heart’s goal as edged on by our confident souls.
Some journey through life with love as their primary dream, only to give up after giving all to failures’ torturous theme. They may wish their constant dream to unfold, but cannot befriend the lonely, dark hole that mocks the intentions of their soul. For many, ‘tis when heart hopes completely dim that fate itself delivers the right her or him.
When true love is meant to be, it shall appear and reward every lonely, unfulfilled tear.
When true love wraps you in its infinite folds,
there is nowhere else you will need or wish to go.
When you truly love someone, you hold their dreams inside your prayers and lay steppingstones to assist them there.
Grateful for the long-awaited task, you let love toss every mask you ever faked for romance’s sake. Each past pretense may now relax, disappear and never come back, for true love loves your truth and would never wish to see you subdued. Real love wraps around the you that your life really grew.
Love grants the finest gift, a present of loving arms embracing all of you,
not despite, but because their heart knows all of you. Freely and without hesitation, you give your body, heart, spirit, secrets and possessions, confident none will ever be used as emotional weapons.
No matter any day’s design, love soothes all away when at night you lay entwined. True love is two who mutually fulfill emotional needs, heeds
fears to see them eased and nurses hurts that may otherwise bleed.
Even in silence, love’s communication and awareness are at its finest.
When alone, at home, such love is happily content for together time
never ceases being time joyously spent.
When one is weak, one stays strong, for two in love alter leaning and
being leaned on.
Each the other seeks to please for your love’s smile gives back pleasurable degrees. When in love, such smiles become your heart’s feed.
After time spent apart, love seeks and finds its prize in the other’s loving eyes.
When love is of truth’s seed,
two breaths become a single heartbeat,
pulsing as one, dual, soul-deep feed.
Have You Ever
Stood in a field of ripened gold grain
Lifted your face to be kissed by the rain
Felt in your heart the anguish of pain?
*
Held someone's hand in their hour of sorrow
Brought a new dream to the edge of tomorrow
Leaned on a friend finding strength to borrow?
*
Spent a sweet moment with a child at play
Given a home to a lost lonely stray
Found faces in clouds as they float away?
*
Held a lost moment hidden in time
Sucked on the juice of a tree ripened lime
Whispered a word in transcendant rhyme?
*
Descend in the depths and found yourself lost
Awakend with wonder to windowpane frost
Swallowed a slight despite the high cost?
*
Danced in the wind with a rose in your hair
Cried all alone with no one to care
Hoped for tomorrow with all you can share?
*
These are the moments that make life worthwhile
Knowing that living shares joy with the trial
And so much is solved when a face wears a smile.
I can still recall the look upon His face
Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place
The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed
We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets
On our secret rendezvous,We hugged affectionately under pastel gothic galleries
Greeted by the aromatic smell of freshly brewed roast coffee beans
Strolling along the pigeon-filled piazza San Marco
We wandered hand in hand,in the serenissima ancient floating land
Street musicians played their flutes.as We sat on a roof-top wooden terrace
We glanced at merchants sell hand-blown murano glass
by the picturesque Doge's palace
We ate a snack , then walked away towards the old opera house
which now has risen from its ashes.
We sauntered forward through little alleys
from where He bought me ,a gold painted venetian mask
To my surprise ,He had another gift,a wrapped up scarlet sheer laced basque
I peered at him through my dark lashes,He raised his left brow and flashed a smile
Expressed his charm in playful ways,in a flirtatious endearing style.
Boarded at last on a black gondola,cruised the lagoon and the canals
A few light kisses,a few soft brushes,waiting the bell's toll whilst in his arms
There we lay in waiting beneath the bridge of sighs
We sealed our kiss and promised lips,to the harmonic sound of chimes
He leaned on me,I welcomed Him,our spirits been entwined
Above,the sky has changed its colour,I watched the sun set in his eyes
All I am,I gave to him,my enduring heart- His sacred shrine
All that He is He gave to me in once upon a time
Not for the contest,but thanks for the 'Lovemaking in an ancient place contest,inspiration'.
This post is inspired by Ancient Venice and the tale of 'The Bridge Of Sighs'
The tale goes-If you kiss your loved one with the bell's toll of St,Mark's Basilica,
at sunset,beneath the bridge of sighs,the couple seals their love forever.
There is another tale to it,a sad one,but preferred to share the happy one : )
She sat beside the waterfall
where gushing thoughts cascade,
like tears that flowed along her cheeks,
her heart set to invade.
He left alone for pastures new.
A scribbled note in haste
he wrote then fled, as cowards do,
her heart a barren waste.
A lightning bolt out of the blue
that pierced her heart; she bled.
Much later on the ache still hurt;
her feeble wings unspread.
She dared not heed the tumbling sound
as water crashed on rocks.
How fit to let death end the pain!
She started down the walk.
But just before the water’s edge
a voice called out, “Be Ware!
The road you walk is treacherous;
for God’s sake, stand right there!”
He turned her round, and saw her face
spill tears upon her gown.
He whispered in her windswept hair
“One misstep and you’ll drown.”
“Please, let me go, you do not know
what burns here in my breast.
I need to douse these flames and find
my sweet eternal rest.”
She struggled then against his arms,
the longed for end so near,
and yet he held with all his might,
spoke words to still her fear.
And when all limp she leaned on him,
this man she did not know,
he soothed her as he said these words:
“I will not let you go.”
Drained of resolve she let him lead
from rock to lush verdure,
as reassurance kindled trust,
his hand was firm, secure.
They sat beneath a shady tree.
Engrossed, they talked at length,
and in the process she revealed
his presence gave her strength.
He held her hands, looked in her eyes,
his heart worn on his sleeve
as they agreed to meet again
before she had to leave.
She touched his face, with gentle grace,
leaned in to kiss his cheek;
her lips just trembled there a while
enough to make him weak.
“You’ve saved my life, and now I owe
the greatest debt to you.
When next we meet, after we greet,
I’ll give you what’s your due.”
He smiled into her upturned eyes
and said these simple words:
“I’ve been repaid with sweetest kiss
my heart and soul you’ve stirred.
We’ll meet again, and when we do
you will forget the past
for then, my dear, I’ll make a vow
of love that’s sure to last.”
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(Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian ~ Sept 2019)
(A Callman Collaboration)
Four-score years ago, the youth of Allied Armies stormed Normandy's shore;
Men in the December of their years returned today recalling the gore of war.
They wept at comrades graves who freely gave their all on that crimson strand;
Heros reaped by the Scythe of Death to ensure that freedom would yet stand.
Old men wept as the dulcet notes of Taps was played,
And rendered smart salutes as Old Glory was displayed!
Many of the veterans leaned on canes to guide their stride;
Others in wheel-chairs were helped by guides to ease their ride.
Gnarled hands that once held the fearsome weapons of war,
Beckon for peace that we shall know war nevermore!
Upon the plain above Omaha Beach lie 9000 buddies they mourn,
Who await Gabriel's clarion bugle call on that Triumphant Morn!
The glistening sand that once was stained by a hero's blood,
Is now cleansed by the ebb and flow of decades of tidal flood.
The beach that once resounded with the cannon's roar,
Now trembles with the booming surf rushing to the shore!
The hardships these gallant men suffered, we shall never know;
So much, so very much, to this Great Generation we owe!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Sophia leaned on her gaunt elbow as she stared out from the high window sill watching the minute drops of rain steadily fell the glass. Her thoughts unfocused when in the distance a shrill train whistle jaunted her recollections to the whispers of the past.
It seemed so long ago when the children were small. Yes, Ann, Marianne, Lydia and Michael the four of them always jabbering away, "Mama, when we die, will we be angels and fly around heaven?" "Mama, when daddy comes home can we go to grandma's house?" "Mama, do you love me?" "Mama, who do you love the best?"
Sophia thought how simple life was when they were mere little ones and how much more difficult it became as they steadily grew towards adulthood. "Mama, I have something to tell you and you must promise that you won't get mad!" "Do you promise, Mama?" Some eight months later Lydia gave birth to a seven pound boy. "Mama, all the neighbors are talking!" "Mama, I am embarrassed to go to class!" "Mama, what does dad think?" "Mama, can we keep the baby?"
Sophia noticed the rain had stopped. Suddenly she felt free. The past whispers were no longer.
Notice how the stars
are pulling away from us,
and their light is less luminous?
I remember seeing them closer
than the flickering lightning bugs;
now even they fly to another universe...
An ever-changing universe
is an admonition of events
coming to an awful conclusion,
and as it extends further into infinity,
our fears grow too real to dispel mystery;
nights without stars
is a sea without sails,
pity the lonely moon staring in confusion...
The eclipse of the effulgent moon,in mid-winter,
covered the solar surface with obscurity,
even momentarily,we felt its density
and leaned on the edge of despair;
when light returned, hope was restored
in an ever-changing universe so vast and cold...
Only astronomy sees the changes
to enforce this belief on us,
and elucidates them with exact details;
and if we are deprived of perception:
we must tap our intuition
and flee with an ever-changing universe,
before every star disappears from our skies...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
believe you me sirandmiss
a country made of this
youIItthem(a blended cocktail conspiracy)
you, Land of Calvin
Klein peacoat peacocks and Maybelline
Girl with cryproof mascara dripping(fashion
-first step lacking substance(of you
I sing: land of Oliver North and Ellen Degenerous
land of malcontent:singing(quietly)humming
cooking cuisine in add-one-minute-microwave
fashion. Shaving with grandfathers
dull razors: regifted dull past-tense,
passe(useless musings) all and every
voice:merrier men singing old songs
for yesterday dancesteps contradict
wants for(pleading) a progressive and peaceful
now. Rome then leaned on decayed pillars
now: chasing barbarian hordless lands
are stray grazing(starved weak) seeking,
singing A-
mer
i
ca, I mourn
you and every-one-of-millions
bitter wanting back gifts given
continually. Awash in(apathetic)
angst:whispers-peaceful-timid-unichs
let freedom echo
hollow. xanex glazed eyelid
americans (sitting in assigned seat,
from a menu)
eating
screaming meekly.
Along the path I chose, I met a man
A kindred spirit drifting in the wind
Like me, he was the youngest of his clan
We both were wounded warriors on the mend
Instilled with principles he would not bend
He traveled with me miles through sun and rain
It was my privilege to call him friend
I leaned on him as if he was my cane
But when I met a girl, I changed my lane
Then took a turn toward my destiny
His recent passing now leaves me in pain
Because he brought out all the best in me
Though paths may join, at some point they must part
Then sadness fills the void left in the heart
by Daniel Turner
in memory of my friend Ron
Everything had gone well and the night was still young,
she had made her intentions quite clear,
home alone we're not walking, the drink was now talking,
and the score was one-nil to the beer.
So we flagged down a cab, made a ten minute trip
hoping none of the neighbours would see,
helped her walk down the drive hoping I wouldn't slip
and then she turned round and came back for me.
We crashed into the hall, and both leaned on the wall
in an effort to regain our breath,
altogether uncertain if this nights exertions
would not end in premature death.
In the bedroom she tore off her blouse and her corset,
her lumbar support and her truss,
left her ankle support on, did she just forget
but I thought I'd not make any fuss.
After I had stripped off with the help of my frame
and rolled onto the bed in the dark,
we lay side by side, now with nothing to hide
and both waited for that certain spark.
As we stared at the ceiling, a terrible feeling
was finally now seeping through,
that the worst of our fears, after all the long years
we'd forgotten what we're supposed to do.
8th August 2018
For contest 'A rattling rhyme', sponsor Nina Parmenter
(*- This is not autobiographical. Yet. )
I am a diamond, a faceted gem
One thousand faces each flawed are them
Some hold the truth but most hold the lies
Hidden barely behind all my beautiful smiles
Nobody knows but surely they’ve felt
The darkness inside me my true, hidden self
That’s which is captured, kept under lock and key
Sometimes they surface through my flaws they seep
A diamond is meant to be strong, clear and pure
It keeps under pressure and is always sure
This is what all the others wish only to see
They never look deeper they never truly see
I may be a diamond though flawed as I am
The strength they perceived I was endowed by them
When leaned on by someone there are only two things to do
Be dragged down by them or you learn to stand true
I have always believed that the second was right
Cause even when dragged down, one is able to fight
Now, is it not better to let the other one fall?
So when they hit rock bottom, you are able to stand tall
To lean down a hand and share with them your strength
The bond that you share may have been stretched full length
But the lessons they lived hard learnt as they came
Engraved by the fall but are healing all the same
Some things must be learnt from taking a fall
Not by leaning on others, expecting them to stand tall
You must not be afraid when others knock you down
It may hurt like hell and turn you around
But to live in this world you must stand on your own
Take note of your flaws and skills you can hone
For one tiny hole, unprotected, is all it takes
Shattered with destruction left in its wake
A flaw or weakness that is exploited will grow
From deep within; from where the seeds were sown
Like veins of darkness running through the purest of gems
One good blow, weakened, will shatter them
I may be a diamond, darkened flaws and all
I will not be broken, shattered from a fall
I am stronger even with strength, given it may be
It runs deep within creating the self that I claim to be me
I may not have earned a diamond’s many skills
But the thing that defines me is my diamond will.
Just like the wind,
you swept into my life—
swirled around me.
I leaned on you
to keep from falling.
But the wind
stirred dust
that filled my eyes;
I shed many tears.
When I finally
blinked them clear,
the air was still,
and you were gone.
Just like the wind.
I was lost within my life, I could not find my way
My days had no direction, my path had gone astray
I dreaded my tomorrows, with distain I viewed my past
Each time I tried to rise above, my aspirations dashed
I felt I had no where to turn, no one to understand
No where that I could find some peace, til God reached out his hand
Through Him I found the love I need, He offered forth the spark
To relight a single candle that led me from the dark
I leaned on Him and asked Him to help me to prepare
For whatever was before me, I asked "will you take me there?
Will you guide my footsteps, Will you lift me if I fall
If my life is fraught with hardships, will you be there if I call"?
"My child" he said, "I've given you the tools that you will need
Your power lies within you to go forth and spread your seed
Life will not be easy, you'll reap only what you've sown
But if you keep me in your heart, you'll never walk alone"
"Remember things that happen are seldom as we planned
The trials that we are given are like footprints in the sand
Filled in by the tides of time, longevity they lack
Embrace the life that lies ahead, instead of looking back"
Bob Quigley
OUR LOVE TURNED COLD
This fluff I pluck,
sew, trim and tuck.
I’m in a rush —
Now, man, do hush!
I’m tired and sick.
So stop it — quick!
Tell me you’ll miss
our time of bliss.
A fish you’ll catch —
our love won’t patch.
To doom your apt.
My mind is zapped.
I’d love to blush —
feel love’s red rush,
the hue of plum.
...I’ll gorge on rum!
O days your quest —
leaned on my breast…
Now, love, I race
to grab the mace.
Oh how we’d spoon
‘neath the blest moon,*
on the pink beach —
stars we can’t reach…
Missed days of sun,
ink from eyes run.
Long lines of prose.
Brrr..cold words froze.
Now we say bye.
Man, don’t you cry!
See, I’ve moved on.
This is no con.
2/1/2018
128 Words Contest
4 - 1 syllable words per line/32 lines
Sponsor: Silent One
*howmanysyllables.com listing this line as 3 syllables but it is 4
I dreamt of growing
As I was drowning
life was blocked with stones
I was just a vessel that turned
Sincerity would bring love
I thought that's the rule of the world
I leaned on opacity with unsolicited words
I chose the disgrace with no rewards
The nights notched me with a sharp hilt
Days kept becoming dark till I quit
The days were filled with cold and looked so gray
Sometimes cant even remember the words and the day
A piece of paper wasn't the reason
Walked for miles with no destination
A part of me shielded all of the harms
I searched for love in the wrong arms
I became the center of the joke
How I left my life on the nook
I became a puppet of the show
The circus disgraced all my value
My soldiers were badly harmed
yet I sent them to combat
7 years passed
The war yet last
They didn't realise untill the end
How I kept losing for them
I achieved a death with no respect
I left the battle tired and refuted
I'm drowning yet
I accept my cruel fate