Best Lighter Than A Feather Poems
I was not told that I would be dark as a shadow in a solitary hole.
No not my soul, but the flesh that doesn't match the man who birth
me; but all of the one that spent seven months moaning for my release
I was not told that it would be my Achilles heel to everyone's jokes
and punchlines as they all fought with bare hands and I with a muzzle.
Words aren't suppose to hurt, but living in a shadow, how could I see
the light behind all the dark remarks that tainted my very existence of
living.
I was not told that love was color blind and that many years later I would
only see happiness when reaching for the light. that I would also be
criticized for not seeing color like many of those I grew up around. Yet,
their skin too would match the blacktop that we all once played as friends.
However, no one told those that kept me in the shadows for all those years
that I am light. No not skin tone, but my heart that holds anyone that I come
across in my life. I'm lighter than a feather on my feet which allows me to
never stay down, for I am light and the shadow that I once was vanished as
my eyes opened to the sun.
I wonder what he was thinking, the man
mounted on a stool, with his elbows resting on the bar,
eating a Big Mac and sipping coffee from a McCafe coffee cup.
The outside view he was watching through the glass wall
is the flickering lights over the parking lot and
the sounds of galloping horses on the road.
As usual, among those galloping horses,
some may be carrying today, which is heavier than the day,
on his aching back, while others run with full speed
looking forward to a better tomorrow;
yet, there is a horse, like one of the remnants of a defeated army
who fought the difficult battle where there is no today, no tomorrow,
but struggle after struggle of dogfight and defeat, dragging his feet
with a heavy burden.
Since there is no color or outline of an object in the dark
you are unable to distinguish one horse from the other,
such as the high-spirited grand Shire, the tiny amiable Falabella,
the gracefully elegant Akhal-Teke, or the Mule, born to carry heavy
load till dies.
That’s why the darkness is beautiful,
it doesn’t have a color like the death; yet,
it’s not comparable to the darkness of the grave
because it’s only the flip side of the day. It will drag
you into the light, compel you to see the sun in the morning.
As coffee gets colder, the smell of coffee goes away,
and further, the taste of coffee becomes bitter with elapsing time.
Then, from the empty feeling of missing something, he bites into
the hamburger held in his hand and hears the “moo…” the last cry
of a sorrowful cow dragged into a slaughter house.
Though death is, beautiful if it’s accompanied by a dirge,
the moment of death by force is, although the soul may be
lighter than a feather, a lot heavier than the weight of the world.
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Poetry for me is a song, a sigh or a cry, -
Often rolled all in one, floating up high, -
Towards heaven, lighter than a feather,
With elevated emotions and thoughts, -
Both embracing each other !
The gamut of emotions which people display,
I read and inhale them, to live another day !
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
I've got a clever new invention in the works
Going to make a fortune when I work out a few quirks
It's no bigger that a breadbox and lighter than a feather
It's easily transported and is not affected by the weather
It measures poetry frustration on a scale of one to ten
Sounding an alarm when you must put down your pen
It measures blood pressure, caffeine, and problems with the soup
You can even program it to give a heads-up to your group
The idea is to prevent the loss or graying of your hair
And to keep expletives from fouling up the air
To keep the cost down it comes in just one style
Am working on a sporty model if you can wait awhile
So--
If on the brink of insanity poetry makes you teeter
You may want to try my trusted Fruspoemeter......
Into the depths of depression I sank,
To the dark bottom of that bottomless pit,
In which problems abound and worries are heightened
Funny enough, this pit though not physical
Tells on my physical
'Tseems the force of gravity is increased upon me
My gait is slow
An my countenance an encyclopaedia of melancholy
Lost in my thoughts
And rolled deep in them
Suddenly an interrupting chirp assails my ears
Up I gaze into the skies
And then I beheld the solution to my problem -
Freedom like that of a bird
Out of that fateful encounter
Was born my desire
To untether myself from earth
And truly roam free,
Out of that fateful encounter
Was born my desire
To enter that void
In which my thoughts shall be annihilated
And the slate of mind shall be wiped clean
And made lighter than a feather,
And then shall I truly be free,
Free from earth and all its attendant worries
Even though wings I do not possess,
Wings I shall fashion for myself
Wings not as fallible like those of Icarus
I'd fashion myself more resilient wings
With which I shall liberate myself from earth
Then shall I soar free as I can ever be
03/12/2014
A little hand
A thread
The kite thread
The Shemal Wind
Piled clouds over the coast
Where you were running
The thread in your hand
You breathe in the joy of flying
Your heart hops
Feeling light in your play
The thread extends toward the sky
In your hand
The kite
Climbing into a cloud
You are enveloped in droplets
No one is there
You and the wind
Running
Your spirit ascends in a cloud
Lighter than a feather
Over the palm tops
Over the boats
Returning from the fishing trip
Over the little houses
free
Flying with the wind
Then, returning to land
Wrapping the thread
Over your arm
And you walk, hopping in joy
Towards the house.
I see you, but do you see me?
Do you see what we can be?
We could be together forever,
keeping our love as low as a treasure...
I can see you very clear...
These feelings are kicking me in the rear...
I want to ask you a question...
But can you hear me?
Can you see me?
I’m too afraid to go up to you...
I fear that you have more important things to do...
I see you passing by,
You took my hand as if it was planned...
We walked together,
When I’m with you,
I feel like my heart is lighter than a feather...
But then, our hands came apart,
but you took my heart...
and you did your part...
I saw you and my heart flew...
And you saw me, finally...
I know that this is true because i am with you...
And i love you...
Love Justice Born From Nothing
Love does not come in bottles or packages
It travels light, actually it has no weight
Children play with matches that ignite
They cannot wait to burn
Hungry to see love in front of them right now
But too young to understand the simple things
Adults play with flames of desire
Born on a wish or simple kiss
Love comes fashioned from within
Somewhere in the skin a blush is formed
Somewhere between this and justice
Love smiles on the fire of their passion
Fashioned out of something lighter than a feather
Out of something that has no weight
Something taken or stolen from the dark
A spark of life
Big bangs are also known to come about this way
Created on 1/13/15 for “Love Justice” – Poetry Contest sponsored by: Justin Bordner
Just a quick intro...this is my fusion of a riddle in a poem and the answer is
something everyone is familiar with. I always love for people to guess at it,
so read it carefully and give it a shot....Who Or What Am I???
Poetic Puzzle # 1
I Can Take You To The Highest Point
Or I Can Take You Down
Fill You With Such Great Desire
I Can Make You Smile Or Frown
I Am Heavy Like The Ore Of Metal
Yet Lighter Than A Feather
I Can Stop Within A Moments Time
Or Go On And On Forever
I Can Give Your Life Sweet Harmony
Or Fill It With Despair
I Can Fill Your Heart
Your Mind
Your Soul
Or Just The Space Of Air
You Cannot See Me Come Or Go
But You'll Know When I'm Around
If You Listen Very Close For Me
You Can Hear My Every Sound
Now Some Of You Have Figured Out
My Every Rhyme And Reason
For I Will Always Be Around
Through Each And Every Season
Who Or What Am I???
A turkey was being plucked and it hurt
He was in pain and his fowl words were curt
He pecked at the plucker
Said “sing for your supper”
And then ran for his life overexert.
Now the turkey's in the altogether
He is feeling lighter than a feather
He's thankful to be here
And for losing his gear
All he is wanting now is fine weather.
Feeling the need to put my words/thoughts in a letter
Not sure if hearing from me makes you dither...
Or rather makes you want to quiver
Sending shock waves to your liver
Saying you want to get to know me better
Wanting/liking/needing a girlfriend to prosper...
Checking your compatibility setter
Don't know if I fit into your sector
Feeling like your pushing me from your center
All the while I wait on your endeavors...
Just for a few minutes to spend time together
Because even five minutes w/ you is a treasure
I'm leery/scared like you of relationship pressures
But we're not on this earth forever...
So yes at times I may be the aggressor
That doesn't make me any lesser
My past was quiet the tester
The last five years I put forth no effort…
Because he was quiet the possessor
By then my feelings already severed
On the road to my new life Northwestern
Even before meeting you I felt less tethered...
Feelings of joy & happiness unmeasured
Body & soul lighter than a feather
Everyone says I'm patient & don't pester
Loving/living my life without aggression…
Smiling & laughing however
Even my mom says I was the best baby ever
So I'll wait to hear from/of your splendor
But please don't be a suppressor...
Talking with you in person however
Making me bubbly like a seltzer
Still hoping to get to know you better
Have a good night’s sleep...
Let your dreams take you wherever
Waking in the morn, feeling fresher
In case of loud thunder
In jungles of fears
Starving for happiness
In floods of tears
I look back to her
My beloved mother..
When the world stands against me
When I face discrimination
When I need support
Or a reason for fascination
I sleep in her lap
To feel her kinder tap..
If I need some warmth
In a chilly weather
Or I need to make my problems
Even lighter than a feather
I run for her embrace
To share every difficulty I face..
When I fight a friend
And my frustration doesn't end
When I score low
Or my scar needs a blow
I rush to my saviour
Who tolerates even my dirty behaviour...
Oh! i wonder
I create so many blunders
But I am never left alone
She makes diamonds out of stone..
She comes to my aid
Without any delay
And adds fragrance to my life
Like a refreshing spray..
She stands one-legged
Selflessly for me
Never demands for anything
But does it for free..!!
Along comes thoughtless driftwood;
lighter than a feather, yet as strong as the river
it came from. Magickal & smooth,
Carved from the endless current.
Just like bones & blood.
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Soar
I am lighter than a feather
I'll fly up to the Father
I will fly away up to
the Father farther than anything
He'll embrace me engage me
Gently my Father baptize me
And in His holiness I'll be in...
His the holy of holies
I'll be in the holy of holies
I'll be in the holies of holies
Soar like a bubble
rise floating flying high in flight
above all the trouble
like a hot air balloon or helium balloon
up, up in the air skies I am climbing
I'll rise Soar above the mountains
S-ee the omnipotent one oh,
O- omnipresent ever presents in His presence hey
A- always thankful and in Thanksgiving,always,always
R-referencing Jehovah the rational God soar El Elyon God most high
Identify like an Eagle in the air so high so far Rising so
I soar
8/13/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
In order for me to find out the weight of my life
I took all my clothes, shoes, accessories and even
my pride off; and pain and grief are offset by
the happiness and the joy, and stepped on the pan.
The number delivered from simple math
shows the negative portion of my life was way greater
than the positive, I thought weight of the other side of the pan
would not hold my weight. But it was my mistake, the beam
tilted to the other side, though it seems lighter than a feather.
No matter how closely examined,
inconceivable is the weight of the weight.
Is this the same reason though,
an airplane seems heavier than the air
but flies in the air; a battleship is heavier than the water
it floats on the water.
Although, life’s weight
may be proportional to the number of wounds and scars
like a rugged roadside stone, it is lighter than the weight
on the other side of the scale.