Best Leap Poems
maybe
my works are only writes
should poetry speak
sing
or both
and more
can ideas
without a rhythm
still fall in the category
i believe
in touch
can you feel me
inhale
the scent of
the crackle of burning logs
hear
the whisper of flapping wings
see
the eyes that see you
or taste
a leap of faith -love
paint with words
write in every colour
with a suggestive set in the grasp of sky
is
isn’t
we decide
still i wonder
how does the rebel fit in
or they
who have no music in their pen
can they shape it
like a figure to admire
is this just a write
no label required
i thought i’d ask
is all poetry an orchestra conducted
It's 4:30am and I can't sleep,
the sheep leap and lay in a heap,
told me they're tired and got shut eye,
even my own mind has shunned I,
lets just freestyle this rhyme and see where it goes,
it beats laying in the dark watching that ghost,
across the room that never comes close,
my mind protects itself from some images,
probably awake cus my dreams have edges,
nothing on the tele but Teleshopping,
trying to sell pots pans and mops but I'm channel hopping,
maybe I should count that instead of sheep to drop off,
it's dark and rainy outside and there's strange noises up in the loft,
I don't really care though as long as they stay there,
if it's burglars it's funny cus they'll hide til all clear here,
and what weirdo would brake into and burgle the attic first,
a junkie on crack thinking he's superman singing Fred Durst,
Limp Bizkit I want a biscuit in a whiskey,
I'm tired now I've bored myself, I expect I'll sleep in a minute,
this poems over matey, find something else.
Spirits Leap To Touch Autumn's Splendor
When small fires and hot soups are needed,
We think to leave behind great summer greens
Looking back at crops long ago weeded
Recalling future promise of our teens,
Good-byes, waved to grains heavy and golden;
We give hellos to coming Autumn's hues
Memories stored from ancient years olden,
Admiration for past skies deep blues.
When keen hearts see beautiful leaves shedding;
Thoughts of winter's cold about to arrive
With wise caution, we add extra bedding,
For comfort and warmth needed to survive,
And vivacious colors found alluring,
We gladly view this bright colorful season,
As if beauty we be briefly touring
And love of life now has deeper reason.
In midst splashing colors and gems falling
Our souls may celebrate pages soon turning,
In sad hearts vacate places recalling,
With desires strong, deep and fiercely burning;
We see such bright color and falling gems
Spirits leap to touch Autumn's splendor
With tender voice, we sing cheerful new hymns
Thanking God with words soft, true and tender.
Within scenes and times now quite rewarding,
Paintings of joy and dear hope abounding,
We light morning fires with hopes regarding,
Daily lives giving clear shouts resounding,
Happiness in small pleasures growing
Foods prepared delicious for the season
Resting calm in so faithfully knowing
We may note Autumn's gifts for good reason.
Robert J. Lindley, 8- 11 -2017
River rushing
River rushing
Swim
Leap
Swim
Leap
River rushing
River rushing
Swim
Leap
Swim
Leap
River rushing
Leap
Though obstacles may wait, if you choose to swim against the current
You must frequently leap out of the water to make true progress
Is it love or trust, mutual desire or strong will
that ejects entwined bodies into the unknown
from the springboard of impulsiveness?
Arched in firm embrace and defying norms of life
they leap forth with passion filled
in search of fulfillment.
A moment so intense
magnetic, unrestrained,
where the movement flows along
radiating hidden brutal strength,
and yet, so graceful to behold.
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[Note: After attending the inauguration of Caesar Attard’s art exhibition
at the National Museum of Fine Arts, Valletta, Malta. This is about his
painting called "Locked Leap".]
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Contest: Screwed III
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Placed 3rd
* - 1 - Free verse
I do not think I know so many brave people, really.
Dare to face your fears .... not avoid it
Fearless dare to tread into the unknown
Fearless ... To be able to do something you're afraid of
Go in a dark and unknown paths without street lights
Small, unobtrusive step towards convincing that one can cope
Realize that you have some 'skills' that it is time to put into practice
Give joy to a face full tear and sadness
Take the leap - Self-development which can be very demanding
Approach is that we are down here on earth both to develop ourselves
Also, to help with all the good things we
have with us in our luggage from all our past lives
Create your own life and not just survive
The one who dares nothing .... wins nothing
* - 2 - Ghazal
*** This is written with good help from a very talented poet
I do not think I know so many BRAVE PEOPLE, really.
PEOPLE dare to face your fear not CAVE, really.
Fearless PEOPLE WHO Dare to tread into the unknown
BE fearless do something you're afraid of BRAVE, really.
Go in a dark and unknown paths without street lights
TAKING small, unobtrusive steps YOU can cope, ask GRAVE, really.
Realize, you have some 'skills', it is time to put into practice
Give joy to a face full tear and sadness, really.
Take the leap - Self-development wooden can be very demanding
we are down here on earth bother to Develop ourselves, really.
Also, two help with all the good things we do in this journey
Let GO OF THE luggage from all our past lives, really.
Create your own life and not just survive
The one who dares nothing .... wins nothing, really.
10.11.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Frolic into these open arms that need you.
Melt into my lips, and let them feed you.
Let the breath of love's kiss
and my eager feet lead you
into my heart's majestic garden.
Bloom freely, my beauty. I'll never weed you.
There is one trophy in this growth,
and it is, indeed, you.
Should my rare rose be cut,
my garden will truly bleed you.
For Debbie Guzzi's "Take The Leap" contest
A blaze of silver breached the surface,
Muscle flexed, sinew taut.
Through the raging waterfall,
Upwards struggled, strived and fought.
Her mighty tail thrusting, driving
Instinct pushing, nearly spent.
A heroic leap, she jumped again !
Over the waterfall, the salmon went.
Entry for poetry contest 248
Any topic, max 8 lines. 13/12/2016
Two year olds leap
before they look
DADDY!
replaces gravity
then writhe laughing
from your arms
AGAIN!
I’ll always catch you
for these moments
pass too soon.
Fearless jaguar
Making your leap
Into Destiny
I wish you luck
Your Spotted grace
gliding off of
The Rock
In intensity
You and your
Velvet pelt
Dotted in gold and brown
are thrown into infinity
Stood on the roof of the Empire State
Two American men and their new English mate
It’s true that a bourbon or two had been had
Perhaps that’s what made them all act a bit mad
The Englishman, clearly, had drunk a bit more
His friends shared a secret which made them guffaw
One asked their English friend if he had heard
That bourbon allows you to fly like a bird
The Englishman grinned. ‘I’m not falling for that,
If I tried to fly I would fall and go splat!’
So one of his mates jumped right down to the street
Bounced all the way up to land back on his feet
‘My, that’s amazing,’ the Englishman said,
‘If I had done that I would be a bit dead.’
‘Nonsense,’ the other American said,
‘If you won’t do it, I’ll do it instead.’
True to his word he jumped down to the street
Bounced all the way up to land back on his feet
The Englishmen gasped. ‘I can’t believe that
You jumped off the roof but you didn’t go splat.’
So both the Americans said he was scared
And after a while the Englishman dared
‘Okay,’ he said, ‘I think I could do that.’
He jumped and smashed into the ground with a splat
They gazed at the gory result of their plan
And Spiderman said, ‘That was mean, Superman.’
***
Secretly watching from behind a tree
He thought to himself ‘They could never kill me.’
For they hadn’t known his identity.
Or that the ‘splat’ was ground beef for his tea
He hadn’t harboured malicious intent
When he had adopted an English accent
But in their ‘day wear’ he still knew what it meant
When young Peter Parker said, ‘Meet Mr Kent.’
It was nice to see that the graveyard was stuffed
He grinned to see Spidey and Superman cuffed
Soon he'd step out for his mourners to see
For now, Batman giggled hysterically
6 September 2022
For contest: superheroes or Supervillains
Sponsor: Robert James Liguory
ice pick digs deep
breath spews thick mist
foot hold must stick
peak steep cold slope
stay calm keep hold
success not cheap
1st placement
Charles Messina sponsored
Bauk-Than 3 rows of rhyme highlighted in bold and italics
Written 25/12/2020
4 syllables 2nd, 3rd, 4th words/syllables rhyme
4 rows with three rhyme patterns
Too many people dont look upon the path that they tread
Too many sins of the government
Is why our soldier's lay in their graves dead.
Each soldier hailed a hero in death
But their death wasnt necessary
To be without their life breath.
Led by a government who leads their country with greed.
False promises made
Led to their deaths leaving many families in grief.
Why are we fighting
Why do our soldiers ride so freely to war?
What are they thinking theyll gain
Or what they even truly fight for?
Lies are made to our peoples country men of the land
By a deceitful government of cruelty ^ their greedy command.
As they sit back looking on
As our fathers brother's & sons
Fight in this world forlorn.
Think of why you should fight for a government
Who dont ride into battle themselves
Why sgould they sit back in safety
Why should they be freed from ill healths.
Foolishly is the belief that we fight for our lands.
When it's only for the power & greed of our governing lawful demands.
We need to start thinking & using our heads.
Why fight for laws that dont even become as our peoples hearts to death has been led.
Think of your children & how you want them to see
Their world around them & a future with love within their own family.
If we were only to look after our own
Would the world even be fighting
Would we even a war in our world condone.
09th dec 2016
Anna sabrina tate
Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY
I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream
Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder
To another, the slashing strikes of cold water
Startling my every careful leap, place to place,
Landing with deep, short gasps, yet wordless
In an utter joy of intense sensation over sun-sprinkled
Spots so bright against the deep gray hollow splotches of
Drenched stone. The stream does not trickle
Along this gorge, but roars the air and throws
Its echoing roundabout the cliffs like a newborn
Learning its scream forth from being
Buried for years beneath massive storeys on up to
Greater views. But, the stream continues its carving around
The hillside. And the newly-born cries will
Find the voices of self-expression with each gasping
Leap from boulders to cliffs, climbing in a wrapabout
The gorge’s hidden, grand lowlands and rising
Of its own ineffable poetry so fully held within the birthing
Of Nature herself, all that which carries
Of language as spoken
In the heart of God.
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(C) sally Young eslinger 10/9/2020
Follow me to a ledge inside my mind & observe
as I leap
Many are very close to the edge but scared to jump
because they're weak
Being afraid to fall isn't the problem, it's only natural
to fear the crash
When you reach the bottom, you see yourself staring
back from a looking glass
Throw all your caution to the wind & feel the air beneath
your wings
A cage bird is free within its mind & you can hear it
when it sings
There are many things to fear in life, but fear itself is the
only cause
Don't be afraid to grow for that stunts your growth &
amplifies all your flaws
Cause & effect is natures law so it must be treated
with respect
Once I was blind to mothers' rules, but now I see
in retrospect
Have faith in self & take the leap, you just may be
caught before you fall
Once you let go, you'll see the truth, there was nothing
to fear after all