Best Meant Poems
A lover
dies a millions times,
cursing the silence
of his tongue.
A poet
bleeds a million times,
until his heart has expressed
what matters the most.
When there is no poetry,
mind struggles to comprehend,
why what is expected to be heard,
is left unspoken.
When winds bring no respite,
all is forgotten in time,
memories may return to haunt,
but some hearts are meant to say goodbye.
Simple Musing
Silent One
29 April 2019
Lights dimmed in a cool marbled hall
a solitary candle flickers
soft chamber music echoes
and my thoughts turn to You
down on my knees
memories come as love has gone
how many times have I begged
to have a heart to hold
a bond to build
an angel to adore
Again I beg for the courage
the strength to carry on
to lead
to live
to love
unconditionally
A bright ray of sunshine
filters through the stained glass window
illuminating your image
heartaches soothe as I take in your essence
and I know
my heart is meant for You
Standing on that corner
waiting on a hard life to change
Staring off into a distance
under a full-lit moon
could have gone in another direction
could have gone to another place
could have taken shelter in frigid arms
or could have looked for another face
but then I would have never gotten a chance
a chance to gaze into those loving eyes
a chance to bask in your warmth
walk hand in hand with you
on a journey through life
That night the moon had spoken
the night it made me see
we were meant to be together
it is always you and me
for you are
always in my heart
always in my mind
I'll never try to change directions
never leave without goodbye
never take your love for granted
for you're the one who caught my eye
before I graced your presence
before you made me sigh
before my nights were golden
before I floated high
I never wished for happy endings
never cared about the hereafter
didn't dream of new tomorrow's
but since the day I heard your laughter
that day I kissed your heart
was a day I will remember
a day, that forever, was to start
I regret not writing you down,
You swam through my mind
Linking words and thoughts
With gossamer chains
That glistened with meaning,
But the kitchen can was calling my name
Using the voice of my wife.
There were skinned knees to be kissed,
Equations to be sorted out,
House rules to be followed.
Has the opportunity passed?
Have you flown, like a caged bird
Through a conveniently open window?
Are you even now winging toward
Another poet, a different writer?
I have the scraps, the fragments,
The word-pieces I had intended
To build you from.
I will try to arrange them so,
In hopes they cast the same shadow.
Like my grandmother’s smile
You linger just behind my eye,
Waiting for me,
Wanting to be released
In just the ‘write’ form.
I opened my eyes at birth
and cried out in shock and pain.
For I found myself on Earth
and it seemed strange and arcane.
I didn't want to be here
in this world of hate and scorn.
And with clenched fists and a tear
I protested being born.
I left the warmth of the womb
for a future with no past.
And my birth will end in doom
for life is not meant to last.
God intends souls to suffer,
or at least it seems that way.
For life keeps getting tougher,
and it doesn't help to pray.
I search for a glint of hope
in a world devoid of light.
And though I've learned to cope,
misery's not far from sight.
One day I will be no more
life will simply slip away.
And death will slam shut the door
that opened on my birthday.
(Quatrain)
2/13/2015
~
Softly I surrender
to the whisper of your lips,
the longing sighs
asking if our love is
meant to be
Melting before
the alluring beauty
embracing my eyes
while delicate fingers
trace my desires…
I answer breathless,
Yes, my darling,
I truly believe
our love is
meant to be
Taking your silken hand
gently in mine,
the warmth comforts
as does the smile
blooming on your face...
you rest your head
upon my shoulder
and I know you know
I mean it
I too smile as
lingering affection
gathers within my heart
amidst a waking dawn
of sunrise devotion
as night turns to day
and I cherish this moment
lost within your arms,
falling helplessly beyond
pastel horizons of a
shimmering forever
meant only
for us
~
11/29/19
For the: Love me like you mean it Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
all earthy lives still have to die
and that’s how it was meant to be
though man and science question why
we celebrate the joys of life
and that’s how it was meant to be -
conversely, we don’t welcome strife
we grieve to see loved ones pass on
and that’s how it was meant to be
yet always there appears new dawn
we praise the dawn; it’s a new day
and that’s how it was meant to be
whether our days be bright or grey
day in, day out, our world’s turning
and that’s how it was meant to be;
for dreams to be – hearts keep yearning
we’re born; we age; this earth we’ll leave
and that’s how it was meant to be
but souls move on! THIS I believe.
Oct. 17, 2020
for Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (APR 5)' Poetry Contest
You come to me, fill my world with delight
And hold my captured heart so pure and true
To dance with you 'till days of breathless flight
In gentle fashion tender hearts pursue
The love you share is free from dark despair
And beats a vibrant sound a welcomed tone
To lift my soul above the lightest air
And nurture every day that lovers own
For this my love I give to you my heart
To kiss with passion's lips what love acquires
We'll count each star before they burn apart
With dreams and wishes filled beyond desires
To live each year our eyes of passion see
We found our love was always meant to be
1/13/17 Dedicated to Lovers everywhere
The confusion resulting from a kiss
Has left me with anything but bliss
If it’s confusing, it’s not from God
Because He doesn’t leave you odd
The feelings I feel are not real love
They should be there from above
But I know that it is only a lust
Because it isn’t built on real trust
Though I care deeply for this man
There is something special in his hand
He has a piece of my heart with him
But I’m not sure it’s not just his whim
I want to be closer to him first off
There is not a reason to scoff
I yearn for a relationship of hearts
That goes over the uttermost charts
He may be filled with resentment
Because I didn’t give him contentment
But I want to get to know him better
Maybe have him read some of my letter
It’s a love story that is built on attraction
Sometimes I feel like I’m filled with distraction
Does he really feel love for my heart?
Or is this such a great place to start?
I want to show him that I care deeply
Maybe that I could possibly be his sweetie
But I’m so unsure of how to make it work
My honest duties I refuse to shirk
I’m leaving it in the hands of my Jesus
The only One alive who truly frees us
From worry, fear and a reluctance to love
With joy, boldness and kindness from above
Meant To Be, Therefore Will Forever Last
Heaven was her first soft, passionate kiss
Begging, beg I for more, far more of this
Night's splendor, in her silk covered bed
Treasure, promise that one day we would wed
Live out our lives, loving our Fated trek
Without her this poor soul would be a wreck.
Heaven was her laugh, her beaming bright smile
Her perfume, her traveling in grand style
Her pretty tanned face, those sexy legs
Such rare beauty would make any man beg
Blessing that we were matched as a pair
Destined to our married lives share.
Heaven was her asking me on a date
Some say mere chance, I call it Hand of Fate
In life we are blessed, oft know not why
Love comes as a gift from Heavenly sky
I believe our love was Heavenly cast
Meant to be, therefore will forever last.
Heaven sent me a sweet angel divine.
Our lives blessed and as romance defines.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2020
Romanticism, ( When Fate finally gaveth of its golden treasures )
Note:
Seeking to end this year on a high note
I decided to compose a new poem about
The dear blessing, the true love of my life
I know this very dark and tragically sad year,
Has brought from me many dark poems-
Yet this last poem of this depressive year
Shall be one of hope, blessing, romance,
family and a gift that was most assuredly
Heaven sent. My darling beautiful wife,
and our blessed Family. My blessing of
Being a poet and having the honor to
Gift words unto this world, with the hope
That such helps others and may inspire
New, young writers to venture forth, write
And thus give of heart and soul to benefit
others. If so- my time spent was not in vain.
Feathers, meant to soar
propel their bearers evermore
gliding, coasting, turning over
Acrobats, sky-high rovers
Sadly though, some feathers fall
float to earth, their curtain call
Prithee, pick them up
by yonder willow
finished weeping ~ sequestered pillow
One heartfelt feeling touches warmly teardrops
The rain glides through the air like an angels cry, a beautiful sight
Walking rays on deep sands footprints left behind
As two silhouettes in the shadow of two bodies remain
Circle of light radiates emotions true
Through your deep gaze, if only I knew what I was going to say
Falling crystals from the fountain sparkling dewdrops
The unfathomable grace and beauty it holds
A sun forever rises in your sweet loving gentle smile
Tell me that this is real,and it will last forever
As the butterfly waltzes within the fields of dreams
Idyllic without uphills our love will never fade away
A flower breathes nodding in the wind slowly captured
Fluttering hope blows warmly kissing petals breathless
Heart of a rose you dance on its breeze murmuring sighs
Being in your arms I feel safer and stronger than I've ever felt
- Unrhymed Couplet -
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 17.06.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
When I was young, I used to talk to God
in silent conversations in my head.
And I never thought that those talks were odd,
no more than when I knelt beside my bed.
I would speak to God almost every day,
praying for His help for the umpteenth time.
And I would beg Him to take me away,
anywhere else but home would've been sublime.
I lived in fear of my father's beatings,
while in my youth, God was my only friend.
And in my heart, I cherished our meetings,
but the abuse and nightmares did not end.
Now, I'm as cynical as one can be;
for where was God, when He meant all to me?
Sometimes a day just like any other
That began or started carrying
forward all of yesterday's woes
into yet another
Can sometimes just end up availing
that sinking feeling in the pit of one's
stomach
Into something that you haven't felt
in so long it comes across as totally
foreign
And simply all that is one left feeling
half ok which at this current point in
time may be as good as it possibly gets
And it doesn't cost and I am sure giving
it leaves neither party with anything lost
or at all worse off
And what today Jenna gave me may
well be the most precious and important
gift of all if you indeed like me find yourself
flailing and lost
And that my friend is someone else's
time else's time they are willing to
give up and spend with you and engage
So thank you Jenna for the pleasure of
your company this evening kind support
and words of encouragement
Because honestly even I didn't realize
just how down in fact I actually was
Until after speaking with you and I am
not to proud to admit i have very little
faith and love for life at the moment
And as this is my only form and outlet
of cathartic expression and release
Tonight I find myself in a much better
place and feel somewhat at peace
So once again thank you Jenna
I am much obliged and appreciative
indeed
For both your kind words of support
and your most precious valuable time
(Dedicated to all those who have died alone.)
They cannot fit, they cannot go along,
and the reasons are wide: pride, fear,
even love never tempered by time,
illness of the heart or mind, or simply
bad, bad luck: life throws them away
until they throw life away....
She was one of the gentle ones,
the unlucky ones-- a flower child
who missed her time, an era she
might have thrived in, free, alive,
unencumbered by family ties....
If she had come age in the 60's,
she might have lived into her 90's.
But lost and afraid in a cold world
not of her making, with her bird-
like heart breaking, she ate her
last hoarded apple, then lay down
to sleep and sleep and sleep until
she awakened safe in heaven's lap.
--judged NA in 'Will to survive' contest, 10/15/20--
[The poem was based on a true incident whereby a young woman suffering severe depression and paranoia was released from a psych ward without anyone informing her family; she stayed alone for weeks in an empty, unheated house in winter subsisting only on half-rotten apples she had picked up from the ground in the back yard.]