Best Mantelpiece Poems


Premium Member Exodus

The only fear of this stubborn lion heart
is to beat - unheard, without the blessings of your sighs.
In the absence of your affection,
severe silence spins cobwebs upon mossy fences,
you have built across your sky full of blackness

and I ponder
when my soul ascends with sunrise,
why do you veil yourself until twilight reflects moonlight?

Am I the personification of a tree,
under which you no longer need shelter.
A message in a bottle,
no longer upon your mantelpiece.
That love sonnet to which you found so much joy,
but now torn from pages of your poetic anthology.

When romance arrived at your doorstep, 
blooming like cherry blossoms,
you pressed each petal in a book you called - love,
but now it collects dust - unread,
wilting like an unnourished bouquet,
so here my hopes lay,
like a 'pearls cradle' upon unwanted shores, 
preparing to be washed away with the tide.

Footsteps in the sand remain - 
although nothing will keep us together.
I know you are the most beautiful thing,
I'll never get to call my own,
so should I still whisper vows into the void,
or allow upcoming waves to wane our bond?

If only you would flow to me
like tropical drops from waterfalls, 
eventually kissing frozen estuaries
then I would place you in the cusp of my hands
to refresh my lips, which crave your touch.

It seems this year there was no spring,
no daffodils, no sunshine - only rain,
so downhearted robins did not sing,
but I captured the last feather from your exodus.

I know a premature summer
will only bloom anaemic sunflowers

but, I still sow their seeds - 
hoping you will appear.

Simple Sunday Musing
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: mantelpiece, absence, emotions, love hurts,
Form: Free verse

For Nineteen Years

They are poor…they’re removed, they struggle through life,
Every day is a burden on the edge of a knife,
They’re stuck in the circle, that’s all that they know,
And there’s not work around, and nowhere to go.
 
But a man full of promise says he does understand,
‘My names Uncle Sam, please take hold of my hand,
I’ll break the circle, and then I’ll bring you back,
After a year from somewhere in Iraq.’

She stands at the cemetery gates.
A small bunch of roses and holding back tears.
Just three hundred steps to a name etched in stone
That’s all she has now… for nineteen years.

On the mantelpiece over the burning wood fire,
A son’s photos, citations from her country’s desire  
as she sits and she weeps on the madness of war,
And his last words she heard, “What am I fighting for?”

She stands at the cemetery gates.
A small bunch of roses and holding back tears.
Just three hundred steps to a name etched in stone
That’s all she has now… for nineteen years.

2nd January 2010 ©Lindsay Laurie
Categories: mantelpiece, bereavement,
Form: Lyric

Premium Member An Hourglass

The hourglass sat on the mantelpiece, 
Over a dead fireplace. 
      Its sand had long settled
           In the lower globe of the glass. 
The miser and the fire were both dead, 
The wake followed suit.
No one was invited, no eatables or drinks.
A dreary affair. 
      Yet so final, 
            Like the hourglass.
                  It's inertia spelled his death. 
The unpaid solicitor finished his stock taking
But kept the hourglass for himself.
Categories: mantelpiece, bereavement,
Form: Free verse

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What's It About For You, Then

What’s it about for them, then
Loneliness, poverty, pain
Bang of the bailiff at the door
Death in a ditch in the rain

What is it like for the Joneses
Bigger and better you think
Posh port and pigs in blankets
Sick in the kitchen sink

What’s it about for him, then
A clock, and an empty chair
Picture of her on the mantelpiece
Candle smoke curls in the air

What is it like for her, do you think
Hairdo and heels and hurrah
Hampers and champers from Harrods
Packed in to Daddy’s car

What’s it about for the Christians
The return of the sacred child
Under a star in a stable bare
Jesus, meek and mild

What is it like for the Druids, then
Stood in the circle at dawn
Frost on the moss on frozen stone
Lit by the sun reborn

What’s it about for the children
Mysterious, glittery, bright
Hope of a mythic benevolence
Come as a thief in the night

What is it like for us, then
Rushing and spending and stressing
Cursing the souls in the queue at the till
Or kissing a friend with a blessing

What will it be like for you, then
Whatever you will it to be
Riotous ostentation, or
Peace and sweet charity

What it’s about for me is this
One white and holy dove
The silence after the shops have shut
And love

© Gail Foster 3rd December 2016
Categories: mantelpiece, blessing, children, christmas, humanity,
Form: Rhyme

It Was An Ordinary Kind of Day

It was an ordinary kind of day,
You had left me to go to work
And drop off Denny at school

A factory klaxon was sounding
In the distance; and I pictured the 
Morning shift dragging the night's 
Dreams inside
Outside, the peach trees we had 
Just planted, bowed to each other, 
As though acknowledging their taste 

And then that picture on the mantelpiece
Brought night in to the breezy light room,
Tugging at my shirt collar like a debt 


But I turned away to the blue sky; and
The bowing peach trees asked why?
Categories: mantelpiece, grief, i miss you,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Animating Innate Vibrance

Between the pulse of our heartbeat simply present 
head- heart linking 
dwelling in time with stretched blissful peace 
awareness became unblinking. 

Between heaven and earth the ethereal pulse of God's creation 
sifting through the soul like a fluttering kite in motion
Here we are in a dwelling place of  quarrel and demolition
only peace can assuage the heart and give it, its contrition 

In the middle of war stretched across landscape of your heart 
"The Lord's prayer," in a lilting whisper, you got this to an art 
Give us today our daily bread and help us to do our part,  
it is only love agape that gives our soul a fresh new start 

Connecting spaces of our head-heart connection a mantelpiece  
decorated with meditative awareness and unblinking utter peace
"Lead Us Not Into Temptation" let me decrease as you increase 
seed and bloom inside my heart and help me fold this crease 

Side by side two strong bookends holding together what rends  
with a soulful melodic vibration I arrive at every bend   
"May Thy Kingdom Come" and live within me til the very end   
side by side, ... like two old reliable and sturdy bookends.
Categories: mantelpiece, appreciation, faith,
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member - Flashback -

                                         Baby Jesus wrapped
                                          in soft tissue paper
                                           Mary and Joseph
                                        in a bubble plastic bag
                                         The three wise men
                                               wrapped in a 
                                           Christmas napkin

                                      The cow is missing an ear
                                     and the sheep have become
                                               slightly yellow -
                                            a donkey and an ox
                                             are also included

                                               No angels sing,
                                         the star is extinguished
                                           History and symbols
                                         placed in a dark cabinet
                                    Same procedure as every year

                                              The mantelpiece
                                                   is empty
                                             Wait and expect
                                               all-consuming
                                            hope is sucked out
                                                 empty mind
                                                 Believe when
                                          all doubt is against you
                                      Enjoy the beautiful dim twilight
Categories: mantelpiece, home,
Form: Free verse

COLOURFUL LAMENT

 
I combed cool waters of your baby blue 
crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall 
waves washing my stellar rainbow rays 
arching it melted into the warm womb 
of transducing tangoing Earth

Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange 
oxytocined crane flowers whispering 
wisdoms to a hundred yellow  butterflies 
fluttering and flirting 

They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with Baconian 
brown locks surrounded by sirens serving 
savoury silver sardines, oolite oyster shells 
sang solos as dolphins dived, oceanic mouthed 

In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate 
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served 
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes 
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour

In our Grecian lifetime you draped alabaster 
urns lighting my marble mantelpiece 
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs instructing 
slaves to whiten your garb with lemons from 
our sculpted garden

On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot we flaunted sleek sharp sapphire 
studded swords dancing necessary wild wars 

Who remembered and who forgot 
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt 
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart

How much escaping, escapades, evolutionary 
clocks cloak our cusps or cues or custard 
synchronicities 
how many summer summit starlings must 
seek to sing of sorrow or of wolves, withering 
willows, watermelons on this Planet of 
coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs where 
lacy lament is but another aperture into Space 

I seek not to know !
Categories: mantelpiece, allegory, blue, color, deep,
Form: Free verse

Floating On All Sides

New mantelpiece, pinewood as heart's custom;
A waning fire's bed, her girl loving thwarted—

 ...I've sparkled my fingers' approach to this hearth.
I've kicked too long at its dousing birth.

As her skull's cracked by charcoal intent shears,
The Wintertime's frost slowly pulls out of her tears.

...You're the shadow in me, my upturned face—
Passing through this pine; this death; this hell of fireplace

For so familiar, so close, you seem in its embers;
I swear you're with me tonight in the deep ether.

...As the ashes seed to this wastely churn—
The flames may fall, but darling, I remember; you burn.
© Paige Hind  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: mantelpiece, death, fire, heart, introspection,
Form: Couplet

Old Age


In my youth, I am sure I was slim,
a figure both modest and trim;
but now I am old, I'm frequently told
my features are wrinkled and grim. 

As a girl, I was agile and quick,
my dancing was stylish and slick;
but sadly it’s gone, I just hobble on
now helped with the aid of a stick.

I attracted young boys by the score,
un-limited lovers, galore.
No more sex appeal, instead they all reel
and claim I'm a dowdy old bore.

In my prime, I would argue, roughshod,
Demosthenes then was my god.
But now I just drone, I mumble and groan
and gripe like a grumpy old sod.

All day I just look at the walls;
the clock on the mantelpiece crawls.
But is that a knock, a turn of the lock?
I do hope that somebody calls.


~

For Black Eyed Susan's 'Aging' Competition.
Categories: mantelpiece, nostalgia, retirement, old, old,
Form: Verse

Distressed

Distressed by Rob Barratt

My furniture is all distressed
It's unusually unstable
The oak bookcase is quite depressed
As is the coffee table

The worktop has a thin veneer
It seethes beneath the surface
The taps know how low they can… sink
And think life has no purpose

The painted window frame's been stripped...
Of dignity. It's lacquered
The blue front door's morale has dipped
The cheese board is cream-crackered

The writing bureau doesn't give a jot
The cupboard suffers mockery
It hates the plates and has no mates
It misuses jugs...and crockery

The kitchen table's past is stained
The dishwasher has worries
Last week it broke down and explained
That it was missing Curry's

The settle never settles
And the new desk is neurotic
The chaise longue is invariably wrong
The sofa is psychotic

The fey pouffé is apt to weep
It's covered in wet tissues
The rocking chair, it never sleeps
The magazine rack has Big Issues

The bed’s always horizontal
The tallboy’s a cross dresser
The umbrella stand is second hand
And feels its worth is lesser

The mirror which reflects, neglects
The fine wine rack which whines
The shelves themselves lack shelf-respect
The dining table pines

The mantelpiece has no mental peace
It's fired up with wrath
The woodburner has lost its spark
The wardrobe is a goth

The exposed beams aren’t what they seem
The ceiling's always plastered
The landing has a manic stair
It's an evil little bastard

The piano's case isn't black and white
The floorboards feel downtrodden
The dressing table's dressed to kill
The mini-bar is sodden

The Ottoman is not a man
But it's no couch potato
The teak footstool's a crazy fool
Who quotes in Greek from Plato

Yes, my furniture is all distressed
But they've reason for concern
Oh... I must get it off my chest
...Tomorrow they will burn!!


(sing to The Beatles' "Norwegian Wood)
I once had the best
Furniture but 
It got distressed
So I lit a fire isn't it good?
Norwegian Wood.
Categories: mantelpiece, stress,
Form: Rhyme

Tribute To the Back Country Hut

There’s a billy on the open fire
Piles of beech wood by the door
Smokey stains adorn the iron roof
Wax drips on bench and floor.

Old cobwebs drape the windows
Dog-eared cards upon a shelf
The half a dozen Readers Digests
Will fill the evening by yourself.

Outside the rain is pouring down
As you brew your cup of tea
A candle betrays a subtle draft
But you're warm and quite comfy.

Bunks line against  a single wall
You see where mice have chewed
Checking socks upon the mantelpiece
Again enjoying the pleasing mood.

As you sign within the guestbook
A chance to read the travellers tales
Of epic journeys, in stunning land
Huge success and classic fails.

Lives saved by simple shelter
To casual stops along the track
Unplanned stays for many a day
Seen as palace, a villa, and shack.

And to you this place is special
It’s a place you just adore.
And though you’ve never visited,
You know you've been in here before.





*The NZ Department of Conservation manages a network of over 950 huts of all shapes and sizes. They provide unique places to stay, refuge from bad weather, or rest and recover while experiencing the great outdoors.
Categories: mantelpiece, beautiful, environment, feelings, tribute,
Form: Rhyme

The Art

The embedded curse 
of a roving planet, brings
out a story of otherness
versus loneliness.

Adultery was on cards.
An issue was rising 
between the string 
and the bullet.

Let us pretend. There was 
a serial killer in every-
home, who will come out
at night to send the message.

The curved dots will join 
to give an explicit image.
Do you like it ? Can
you put it on mantelpiece ?


Satish Verma
Categories: mantelpiece, art,
Form: ABC

Premium Member Evil Shadows Any Time and Everywhere

Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork 
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of 
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’ 

Evil strips uniformed confluence stripes and leather

Coated terrified collection production of space soap
horror lampshades shearing shorn haired tattoos the
undivided divide of power abomination horrid abnormal
‘normality’ represses guilt projected trans-re-and aggression

Evil does other in the guise of completed concentration

Concerted action blisters scorches screams cacophonies 
children on father’s lap blue eyed dancing and laughing
kisses of love adoration cuddly dolls miniature life’s train
sets model schema roles toys games memories distraction

Evil giggles corporates shapes what past and future holds

Mothers craft homes happy families embrace posterity apple 
pies devotion roast cinnamon cranberry turkeys tarts in ovens 
pious allegiance compassion progress contrast splitting off piano 
forte harmonious singing rejoicing at mantelpiece and altar

Evil mocks smouldering torches paradise’s apple deprivation

Juvenile followers of fashion compose indoctrinate compost
hail philosophy’s trampled ideology void of virtue meaning
distorted communion bread wine blind vision blind-sight vortex
trailing inscribing engraving present history timeless repetition

Evil tracks moribund humanity dignity degeneration and disgust

Unless we reflect examine investigate inside and around
us the smokescreens stacked ember ashes individual ‘Self’
universal pursuit of righteousness flames of denial denigrating
potential illuminate conscience honesty fallibilities blue prints 
for darkness and unless we act and fight stand up and even then

Ubiquitous evil at this very moment will cast its seeds and shadows
will unbalanced fires raise their ugly head and minds and shoulders gas 
and bullets terror grenades rockets mines warfare starving emaciation
lest we forget the prototypes the moulds automated conveyor belts evil
we can not abdicate responsibility for blatant murder of the human race

Auschwitz is everywhere and there is no hierarchy of evil


July 1st Independence Day (Canada)
Categories: mantelpiece, evil,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Chris

Surrounded by the glitz and frippery
the ribbons, bells and stars all meant to warm you,
on the mantelpiece, parading with the cards
the one that silently ' regrets to inform you'.
Muffled merriment, jaded joy 
from those who gently tiptoe round your loss,
they turn their heads to gaze up at the tree
as you turn yours to gaze down at the cross.
How many times a century ago
was this scene playing out from street to street,
as far away in muddied bloodied fields
the unknown sank beneath their comrade's feet?
You walked those trenches, too, not long ago,
at Ypres bowed our heads for the last post,
stood speechless at Tyne Cot in rows of stone,
raised a glass to those that fell and drank a toast.
Then only yesterday the word came through
you'd lost a bitter battle of your own,
this time the only casualty was you,
and so I raise this glass to you alone.
Sleep well, my friend
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: mantelpiece, bereavement, best friend, in
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