Best Often Poems
These eyes have often been solaced
by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently
towards a sky's velveteen blanket
and angels'silver gowns
By gazing over hills
to where old country church bells
and crickets play harmonious sounds
These eyes have often been solaced
by honey coloured shadows
pouring moonlight zest
across the rose plum of my cheek
By little antique lamplights
which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street
By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand
By tides washing out corals to a distant land
These eyes have often been solaced by your return
to this vacant room inside my heart
By the hush hushed whisper of your voice
By the embrace of your arms
By the way you love me
By the way you need me
By the way you want me
Like an autumn bonfire
before next sunrise'dew fall
By the way you lean on me
Categories:
often, age, love, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
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These eyes have often been solaced by purple hues of twilight dust
moving silently over my life ,Sprinkling pure bliss from an edgeless painter's sky
These eyes have been solaced by gazing over cedar scented hills
By soft lulling sounds of water from rustic Tuscan mills
These eyes have been solaced by Composing stars that waltz in silver gowns
above old village 's church bells , and crickets 'harmonic sounds
These eyes have been solaced by honey nutmegged shadows
poured from luna' s tangy crest across my rose blushed cheek
By little antique lamp lights , which illuminate my soul's dark cobbled street
By winds carrying sea-salts to unwalked settling sand
By tides washing out corals from a distant land
These eyes have often been solaced by his return
to this vacant room inside my heart
By the calling of his arms that held me from the start
These eyes have been solaced by the way he loves me , by the way he needs me
by the way he fades away,Like the last bonfire before an early rain
By the way He stirs old embers inside each burning flame
By the way He leaves , by the way He turns, to lean on me again.
Categories:
often, absence,
Form:
Free verse
Often I wonder, is it worth it
Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers each morning,
broken lines of early hour countings,
as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows
and dusty mini blinds create silent wooden horizons
Groaning, upright now on the edge of the mattress…stretching,
rubbing my face to remove the remnants of last night,
shoving aside the warmth of my faded flannel blanket,
then finding a cold floor giggling at the touch of my naked feet
I recall the dream, my last moments of sleep…weird…real feeling
Aerosmith, a souvenir stand in Wildwood and an iPad
Sketchy but still there (and I wish I were too)
Don’t ask….
I can hear my dogs grunting at the foot of bed
(Probably chasing raccoons in their heads)
What a life, eating, sleeping, no need for love (in that sense),
just a nice pat on the head every once in a while satisfies
Sometimes I guess that is all it takes, all we can hope for…
Still sitting here, yawning…thinking…
Why do I do this each day, every day, the same routine,
the deepest rut, like tire tracks in fresh mud, straight, never ending…
Then, as the tiniest glint of sunlight sifts the tenebrous room
I think of you…my happiness, my everyday purpose and it all becomes clear
Smiling now, I stand and greet this brand new beautiful day…wide awake
Often I wonder, is it worth it...and then I wonder why I wonder
Good morning Soupers
Categories:
often, good morning,
Form:
Free verse
You first held my hand in rapture sown, soft-honed land.
Time rose our teen romantic throes through joy-spiced air.
When our lips met with eager flair by an aloof stream's stare,
we lost focus under starry skies devoted to our sighs.
Time hasn't frayed my feelings from our love's ballet in twilight rays ...
I often wonder if you also remember and hold this time as tender.
Categories:
often, cute love, desire, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Where Mind Soul And Pen, Often Dance And Play
In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope
Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm
What in Life, can we truly ever hold
True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow?
Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love
Come to me Love, so that tender heart swells
O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die!
Caressing Virgin soil, with soft caring hands
I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips
As cool winds grace soft emerging twilight
Where Nature's beauty and man's design meet.
There Winter's lonely fallows deeply dream
Where weeping willows in silent peace grow
Seeds sprouted from deep within mother Earth
Fair maiden, forever this true love holds.
Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene
Waterfalls in rainbows where we shall play
I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide
Shall we believe in that promise forsworn?
Robert J. Lindley, 8-27-2019
Verse
Note: This poem was composed from titles of my own poems, for the twenty title contest. Only after composing did I see that it was to be titles of other poet friends. Intended to rewrite but was very ill for several days, forgot and saw the contest closed before I could rewrite using my poet friends' poem titles. I wish I had read the contest instructions better, But still I decided to keep it as is and post it. My mistake but I had truly great fun going over hundreds of my poems to find these twenty titles.
Categories:
often, appreciation, art, creation, meaningful,
Form:
Verse
HOW OFTEN DO I SAY
My God,
h o w o f t e n do I say that I love you?
Did I when You give me message and I speak?
Did I when You give the Bible and I read?
Did I when You give me directions and I obey?
Did I when I followed Christ, Your Son?
Each time tears roll under my cheeks it's You I run to call
A breath of prayer my succulent squeeze of shaping hope
and hence, Your ways and answers will be revealed whole
I trust You'll crash every fears that crumbles my whole!
Every beat of my heart belongs to You.
Every amazing thoughts in my mind comes from You.
And I acknowledge Your ever faithful presence;
As I open my eyes when I wake up;
the soft brush of sunlight kissing my skin
the tiptoeing fall to dagger pour of rain
the bubble bloom of blossoms tickling my nose
The chirping birds I hear each time I sit and pray.
Every pats.
Squeeze.
hugs...
Oh! they truly remind me, how You love me.. :)
And so...
I love You my God
that each day I live...
I long to serve You
in every talk
in every walk
I love You my God
that I opt
to pass each test
You put me through
I love You my God
that just by thinking of You
it makes me smile
It makes me wanna say
thank You.
thank You
and T H A N K Y O U...
© O. E. Guillermo
October 23, 2014; 11:22 pm
***Inspired by my favorite Bible verses:
Matthew 22:37: ''YOU SHALL LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, AND WITH ALL YOUR SOUL, AND WITH ALL YOUR MIND.''
Psalm 118: Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;his love endures forever.
Categories:
often, feelings, longing, love, prayer,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Wood Fairies There Often Play
Deep in that far wooded glen
was a place made for men
Was not so easily found
complete with Nature sound
Comfort for man and beast
just a mile northeast
Great to rest my soul there
peacefulness makes me aware
Wood fairies there often play
stacking rocks in my way
A test to see me step aside
watching from where they hide
Daring to find resting sleep
my soul they try to keep
No malice,just a loving desire
to share their eternal fire
Each visit I must bid adieu
with a, "so sad to leave you"
My friends of the wooded glen
thanks for allowing me in
Always this is the sweet reply
see you in the by and by
You are most welcomed any time
our uniting is most sublime
Each Spring my trek begins
to again see my little friends
As I slowly walk my way in
I marvel at this far wooded glen
Robert J. Lindley, 05-23-2015
Categories:
often, fairy, imagination, inspirational, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
For walking, by early morning sharp 6,
Parking my cycle by children’s park,
Started I, round the park.
Breeze severe, drizzle slow.
Rushing to shelter I see rain,
no welcome face in park.
happy inside I showed aversion
my surprise! Flowers smile, butterflies dance,
bloody some flies too joined the dance.
passion in me got triggered .
I wanted to dance with flies
try catching butterflies and flies .
I fear for, all in the shelter may laugh,
my dignity my respect I bother much.
envying the butterflies and flowers
Lucky fellows gifted to dance and smooch!
I saw a boy near me in my spirit.
tried sweet talk to make him dance in rain.
too smart this fellow, he wanted me to dance first.
I cursed the younger generation for not loving nature
I told him, “In our days we would dance the whole day”!
fellow said, “you country fellow, I have a date today”.
I cursed him “go hell. Dance with evil spirits”.
I became very nostalgic of my childhood days!
By school days ,I try all eccentric things .
Believe me,I even lay flat on the ground
and look at rain in all angles.
Even research on reflection of light on rain drops.
Today I could never imagine for that in all rain
probably I have to take a picnic for that.
But for sure, the sense of rain
always makes me nostalgic,
a great cure for many of my untold pains.
rain,you come often for, I would live sane……
15-11-2013. by Jenish Soosai anthony for
"Fragrance of rain" contest by nette onclaud.
Categories:
often, rain,
Form:
Free verse
4/27/17
Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn
Changes rarely or often
Occuring by the top of the river mouth and at the bottom
Near and far from fruits and vegetables still fresh or rotten
As well as any flowers starting to blossom
Fields full or barely with any cotton or pollen
House that do or don't have a black cauldron
On the walls paintings or posters of batman and robin
I stood solemn
And navigated inbetween columns
Before I saw a downtrodden
Individual with the stature of gollum
They were drinking some concoction
Out of a goblet and eating an opossum
Inside a sodden area full of toxins
I had options
But stopped to talk and help if they had a problem
Untrusting and unresponsive
Until they started to soften
When I spoke truthfully, they began feeling awesome
Then reached the goal, by using their noggin
Realizing we all are allotted
So much time even if more is what you wanted
Whether or not you paid homage
And seeked wealth and knowledge
Always had a little or a lot in common
Many a times I have fallen
Been long forgotten
Heed with caution
And watch it
I'm coming in with more speed than an aeronautic rocket
And the force of a super sonic comet
Sorry that it makes you uncomfortable and on the verge of being
about to vomit
No I'm not, to be honest
The reason the house is so called haunted
The monster underneath your bed and inside your closet
With more clarity than any prophet
Amid molecules that split or bonded
Lines remained dotted
Or connected in and out of any quadrant
As the universe was in constant
Motion with occasional paradoxes
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
often, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Each moment arrives
already threaded—
camels crossing through narrowed eyes,
yesterday's needles.
I see the burden in your face when I get here,
but it’s not your face;
rather a ripple of something older,
residue caught in the glass
nothing but an echo of now. Do you see that?
A life lived sideways,
pressed into the sand.
My bus driver is Atlas today,
holding a world hostage
until I meet his raised eyebrows
with an acknowledgment,
in addition to the usual fare.
The woman on the corner is Circe,
turning glances to granite,
spinning myths into tricks—
even the barista, bean-stained hands,
shifts like Persephone, balancing
her sweet against the darkness.
What is our world if not echoes
refracted, meals consumed after death?
What is real except an insurrection
of stories, clawing at the edges of us,
our susceptible flesh, infected with personality?
These vaunted archetypes,
they hide the hollows in our marrow,
make us no match
for the maps we mistake
for ourselves. You tilt your head,
you ask me what I see. I see, I say,
I have seen, the echoes came first—
shadows carved on walls long
before the names, long before the bodies.
Go ahead, laugh—step into the light.
But remember it moves faster than you
think, burns brighter than you see, and always
drags its shadow behind.
Categories:
often, body, community, courage, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Death's Often Promises A Needed Relief
Death oft' walks paths both light and dark,
desperately shallow and sometimes deep,
riding on purest truth so eternally stark
sometimes revealed in dreams we sleep.
So often as feared as a mad tiger raging,
with fangs showing and claws so long,
oft' a remedy to that of our painful aging
saddest melody in that dying song.
Often sweet is it's gliding shadowy mist,
time and walls silently passing,
seeking bright flowers on eternity's list
its great finality all encompassing.
Sadness is it's taking of the very young,
taken in such softened early bloom,
joy stopped, life so tragically unsung
left behind heartache's empty room.
Sometimes that promise so eagerly sought,
when in misery and unending pain,
comes with blessing of a last train caught
and the joy of much needed rain.
A gift when time has then sadly taken away,
joy, happiness and one's true love,
bright sun shining on each and every day
showering a new light from above.
07-23-2015
For the contest, Any Sad Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings
Categories:
often, dark, death, farewell, funeral,
Form:
Rhyme
I often visited my grandparents when I was a child
then whispers of Grampa's death left me upset
Gran struggles with the garden, overgrown and wild
unkempt flowers and ferns won’t win a prize rosette!
I stay at Gran’s house during the long school holidays
we often sit outside on the porch until late at night
Jasper, the old collie dog, basks in warm sunlight rays
which stream through the glass roof, bringing us such delight
I help Gran clean the window panes in the front door
and dust the ornate staircase that leads to my room
then I pick pretty flowers with the sweet scents I adore
whose fragrance reminds me of Gran’s briar rose perfume
Decaying House Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Constance La France
07/18/20
Categories:
often, childhood, house, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
I often look at the sky
For views, answers and peace
The moving clouds, letting me release
All worries I stand by
I often look at the sky
Lifted by colors and light
Carrying me through day and night
Letting rain wash tears I cry
I often look at the sky
Formations of change to inspire
The drive in me burns like a fire
Truth beyond every lie
I often look at the sky
The gift it brings me, I’m grateful
God’s creation is plentiful
I have no doubts as to why
I often look at the sky
With my prayers for others too
Sending them across miles of blue
I look, I love, I dream, I fly
Heidi Sands
1/18/23
Categories:
often, appreciation, inspiration, sky,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Deceiving Beams From False Moons Often Fall
Deceiving beams from false moons often fall
To those sad, lonely and lost love blinded
Aching for tender-sweet renewed love calls
Fall farther being so single minded.
Darkness offers its own glimmering rays
Converted into lights by epic pains
When all seems lost, mere seconds are delays
Minutes wasted seem unbearable strains.
Where once love thrived, now love is forsaken
Such gashes break armor and soon blood spills
Thus any rope thrown is so soon taken
Relief too long waited, brings cold chills.
Pride gone, wandering fires fail to warm.
Then Dark and Blackness wrecks its greatest harm.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2018
Sonnet, ( Return To The Lost Light)
NOTE- Written from a message received in a dream last night.
My Muse refused to let me ignore it, thus I sat down and wrote it..
Categories:
often, art, deep, dream, inspirational,
Form:
Sonnet
Folk often say:
I wish the world was more loving,
How many people did you love today?
Folk often say:
Why is he/she homeless?
How many spare rooms,
do you have in your mansion?
Folk often say:
I don't understand why is he/ she
begging for food,
How much food did you leave on
your plate and throw away?
Folk often say:
Why does he/she have on
those ragged clothes?
How many nice clothes did
you throw in the trash?
Change starts with the person
you see in the mirror every day.
2-18-19
Alexis Y.
Categories:
often, angst, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse