Best Onrushing Poems
" When one least expects...hope illuminates"
Light Shines In Total Darkness
A moment in time where love should leave
when incompatibility muddy crystal waters
dissolves a tie that binds divine connection
widens the abyss as dream loudly shatters
Down on my knees I begged for a reprieve
gazes polarizing for to her nothing matters
in locked cages lay vestiges of desperation
intimacy now in tatters mutated to cinders
Aged moon will not commiserate then give
nebulous promises to stop onrushing tears
nor rays to light the path toward contrition
and turtle doves waving wings that glitters
Weary eyes reaching for salvation perceive
apparitions raising me up to alleviate fears
cleansing this heart throbbing in exultation
as grass springs anew...while grief withers.
Penned: 01/16/2023
2:12 a.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida
Categories:
onrushing, conflict, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Steel resolution, made a thousand times
To reach across black rift between closed hearts
Carefully constructed, a thousand lines
Rose incantation, enchanted restart
Dim hourglass of the blind excuse dancer
Clings desperately to its final grains
Dark wolf’s mouth slavers, he smells your cancer
Speak now, or forever we keep these pains
Knock on your door, thunderous echoes fade
Younger guilt and fear restrain me no more
Resolve not weakened, steady hand not stayed
Blade drains poison, flowing blood you ignore
One thing stands clear at your onrushing end:
It takes just one to break, but two to mend.
4/26/16
©
Categories:
onrushing, conflict, death, family, grief,
Form:
Sonnet
A Mother's Love And Her Lament
Before the break of a winter's morn
tired, it is dark, dank and cold.
With sad, eating thoughts so forlorn
wonders how quickly she got so old!
Up she races in her worn, torn gown
for her children must soon be fed.
With more food to be bought in town
tonight late, she falls into her bed.
Daily repetitions bring her down
but the kids keep on calling.
No time to stop or wear a sad frown
and the baby keeps on bawling!
There rests hope in her sweet dreams
and energy in her worn out shoes.
She fights the wild, onrushing streams
and resists singing the sad blues.
Tomorrow will be more of her loving
as the kids seem to need it so.
Even when they are racing and shoving
her deep love they need to know!
Before the break of a winter's morn
tired, it is dark, dank and cold.
With sad, eating thoughts so forlorn
wonders how quickly she got so old!
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 27th, 1971.
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Note- Written for mom. I know she works
so hard and loves we kids. If only she'd
let me tell her so. Sadly, she's just too
tired to hear and too distant to ever listen..
***************
New note TODAY- poem above is presented as written,
I was 17 years old then.
My dad had been dead 2 years and my mother was
so distant from me.
Sharing today.. My friend's death still on
my tired 'ole mind.
Categories:
onrushing, appreciation, beautiful, feelings, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Those born into a family large will know whereof I speak.
Your chances of donning the newest clothes was very, very bleak!
Alas, hand-me-downs became a tradition at our humble house.
Being at the end of the clothes chain always made me grouse!
I had the dubious honor of wearing things that were always patched.
Color coordination was out of the question since nothing ever matched!
The fedoras I wore flopped down over my very ample ears.
I resembled a tiny Al Capone, embarrassing me to tears!
The pants I wore were wrapped around me once or twice.
"You'll grow into them", said Mom. "For now they will suffice!"
The sleeves of the jackets I wore came nearly to my knees,
Making it hard to find my hands to stifle an onrushing sneeze!
The shoes I wore were usually two sizes too long and wide.
I waddled like a wounded duck with every painful stride!
The neckties I wore were of big brother's dreadful taste.
Looped around my scrawny neck, they hung well below my waist!
Teenage years flew by, a reprieve from this predicament I could see.
The guys in Air Force recruiting posters looked mighty sharp to me!
I enlisted anticipating wearing a snappy suit of Air Force blue,
Only to be issued olive drab hand-me-downs from World War Two!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
onrushing, funny, me, clothes, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Impromptu night journey into snowy
wood
Face laced with scarf; head covered
by hood
Sturdy mare blanketed; each foot
shod with stud
A swift nod, gentle tap instinctively
understood
Gallant mare plows forward
furrowing ice and mud
Chilled air quickens my pulse;
thickens my blood
The howling wind around the
swiveling sleigh doth whirl
Into onrushing faces stinging, icy
pellets hurl
Along path's edges glistening trees
their mast's twirl
O'er head stalking raven's
patronizing wings unfurl
The chortling wind, raven screeches;
my head hairs curl
Around the bend, loomed the
cottage of stately earl
I gathered the reins the careening
sleigh to abruptly turn
Acclimatized mare already my
studied thoughts did discern
Onto the swept, manicured lane
hopeful feet did churn
Beckoning lamp on distant doorstep
did intently burn
Already alerted, spry earl awaited
our intentions to learn
On arrival, our tired petition, lowly
station did not spurn
Inspired by Robert Frost's:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy
Evening
Categories:
onrushing, adventure, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
A constant reminder of what’s surrounding me
The vacuum of evil that seeks to suck me in
That the light will fade and I too will cease to be
Along with my warped blank paperweight twin
I walk in the omnipresence of his gnomon stair
The onrushing day’s crowd evades our inert figure
But an oncoming stranger’s sneer smears my stare
I shrink as he augments in a meagre shudder
At the end of day's rush to everywhere he’s nowhere
But everywhere in the sea of the projected black of night
And in the artificial light he’ll again reappear everywhere
Only to disappear into the dark alleys in a slight
His carbon sheet envelopes my retired lumber mind
As we're posted expressionless into a new realm
Still as the dead of night as we shadow dance blind
Folded through nightmares with my shadow at the helm
Categories:
onrushing, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
They call it shuffling of the mind
when other eyes are turned;
Other visions call upon the history
that is their very own, allowing us
to see, to share, to grow.
Onrushing Earth
will ride the tides of time
disclosing newer cries of childhood;
hearts will sing again their Kyries
while brotherhood is unrelenting,
we may join the new-made antiphon
where every song is triumph;
each surrender is a victory.
There is risk in such a stand.
There is plenitude among the powers
of the strong, righteous in their zeal.
There is challenge. There is testing.
There is no defense.
Mayhap, there need not be.
~
Categories:
onrushing, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
.
Across the windswept sea swaying,
tossing,
sunlight strews diamond dust, sparkling,
dancing.
The din of the onrushing waves
behind
makes the love song that you summon
in your mind
sound desolate, garbled and
fragmented
with the pain of an old scar newly
wounded.
.
Categories:
onrushing, introspection
Form:
Tail-rhyme
I found
Love
when you found
Me.
Together
we found, in founding
Us, Us.
The great onrushing
of my lifelihood has
found its course;
in you.
I flow to you.
I flow to see you.
I flow to the sea of you.
I flow entirely
and utterly
and undeniably
down. Fully, lifegivingly
to you,
my Love.
Categories:
onrushing, love,
Form:
Free verse
Bright light pervades the tomb.
Wrappings neatly folded, laid aside.
Perfect Son of Man resuscitates;
Adorned in power and majesty.
Darkness of death irreversibly erased.
Salvation in Christ’s sanctified being.
Lamb - head-to-heels immaculate.
Brilliance of dayspring greets groom.
Perfume of heaven saturates atmosphere;
The Rose of Sharon satisfies.
Lambent Messiah cast off sin.
His eyes bear no pain,
Nor shade onrushing sun.
Intensity of love and majesty;
Zealous to embrace His victory.
Categories:
onrushing, christian, easter,
Form:
Verse
Guilt's Living Tunnel
by Odin Roark
From one's everywhere-platform
An onrushing subway beckons attention
Strange colored lights constellating
Rising from infinite subterraneous distance
Its massive black face bearing down
An overwhelming colossus
Seeming to push crushing air
From the prodigious tunnel
Like a piston filling a cylinder
Nightmare's relentless all-steel demon
Plunges its compressed fetid iridescent odor
Spewing vermin essence at this desperation
Standing frozen upon the tracks
Blood flows not its normal route
Choosing instead to flood the intellect
Second-thought rationale quickening
Synapse signals colliding
Adrenalin reserves exploding
A lunge to safety
Prostrate upon platform
Roaring beast passing behind
Daring eyelids open
Suddenly...
Awake
A bed of cold sweat
Engulfs a battered heart
The loving eyes of conscience knows patience
Its warm presence gently caresses the exhausted mind
Questioning not the guilt
But consoling pain's resolve
Knowing relief remains
Beholden to time
Categories:
onrushing, dream,
Form:
Free verse
12/06/2020 03:41 PM.
Imagine a long and winding line
all the way to Jabip
upon the handle of small grocery cart
envision mine white knuckle grip,
as the misses commandeers
moseying up and down every single aisle,
whereby an electrocardiogram
would indicate spiky sinusoidal blip.
I experience social anxiety
and feel like screaming aloud,
particularly when series
of unfortunate events
finds your truly
within onrushing madding crowd.
Unfortunately courtesy divine comedy
one erstwhile indiscriminately
cast out obsolete player
creator endowed him
with his trademark shaky spear.
One hapless generic garden variety guy
plagued with panic attacks
accursed lifetime providence
hellacious interminable suffering
until permanent escape
quasi vacation deliverance regarding...,
when grim reaper doth
cometh and taketh me away.
Oh savior enshroud impotent mortal man
at long last terminating suffering
welcoming me into portal
I willingly surrender
and welcome release...
beckoning death be not proud.
Impossible mission to describe
how fast paced life in general
generates utter confusion
analogous to floundering trout
besieges mine mental redoubt
mental helter skelter all about
as if mine entire body electric
forced, kickstarted, subjugated...
to perform (yes folks) hokey pokey
mental gears and cogs
snapping, crackling, popping
inside tumbler like noggin
purportedly linkedin hashtagged
with schizoid personality disorder.
Onset of emotional paralysis
stops me dead in my figurative track
metaphorically wishing me to skuttle
back into hermetically sealed manhole
invisible among interleaved bract
where within mine secret cubby hole
I play knick knack paddywhack...
to idle away leisure time
as well as solve crossword puzzles
meditate (on the gift of a watermelon pickle)
while listening to natural soundtrack,
and self hypnotize courtesy biofeedback.
Categories:
onrushing, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Revelations about Dad’s infamous midnight lectures...
woke up courtesy therapy
Especially during past session
on May eighth
two thousand twenty one
between the hours of five and
six o'clock post meridiem.
Between three and four score years ago
the following poetic ill winds did blow
yours truly felt like carrion
repurposed courtesy black crow
decimated to bajillion pieces
analogous to deaf eat, viz bitter foe
where within bared mine soul
telltale toxin did glow
yes dear reader cumulative wrath – hello
synopsis I invite thee to know
why self esteem within me so low
lackluster love life accentuated
cuz yours truly
never kissed under mistletoe
Dreadful homelife upon
exiting early adolescence
no bed of roses parental
wrath did commence
me (especially after
graduating bottom 1%)
scorned as among lowlife
versus being among
productive vested gents
I withstood blistering, mortifying
withering howling offense
yours truly uttered nary a peep.
I dreaded every malevolent utterance
when father requested he speak
not about some choice topic dejure
brought a twinkle to my eye,
but that all to familiar monologue
finding me standing like stone wall
hearing, tuning out with equally
predictable trademark demurely meek
pose with hands crossed against
chest of the then easily intimidated guy
despite feeling effects of utter ennui
and fatigue attempted to stand tall
against the tsunami verbal typhoon
itching to drown out said battle creek
when asked capisce? comprende? farshtayst?
looked blankly at floor well nigh
or pretended to stare at something extreme
fascinating on the kitchen wall
for he may as well asked if I understand
in an unfamiliar language such as Greek
most likely getting successful results
yammering away at common house fly
possibly seething inside (p’raps
equally swatted) ready to lash out into a brawl
held back by fear plus
in comparison to me pop –
just a itty bitty pipsqueak,
who felt onrushing and overpowering
desire to collapse and cry
compounded by growing urge
to urinate from that natural urethral call
spoke nada word, nor gave hint
of hearing from loathsome blather that did reek
like decomposition of fetid of dead
living entity that began to putrefy
which offal to mine ears, tugged impetus
under warm blankets to crawl!
Categories:
onrushing, 12th grade, abuse, anger,
Form:
Free verse
Sunlight strews diamond dust, sparkling, dancing
across the windswept surface of that shimmering sea;
the deafening din of the onrushing waves, crashing,
makes the love song that you summon in your mind
sound distant and desolate, garbled and fragmented,
reminding of pain like that of an old scar newly wounded!
Categories:
onrushing, love
Form:
Free verse
Walking in a humid rains eerie, strange copper wave
your shirt a most prized skin on, hold on! the scent losing
undeniable lady grief keeps pace on me, like pressed powder somehow
there i still feel your touches and warm in a cozy knot knowing
you long after it's Godly, the clover filling and never popping
far up above the sidewalk breakage just as determined for sungold shoulders
so immense the life passed, only brave rains fall
where once you walked and I now calm
a busy head within hounding a Highness beyond mortal reach, why Elizabeth?
temporarily estranged from the onrushing reality
going on not despite no, know
it is with your loving spirit always present and guiding,
in relinquishing the body she breathes
in everything eternally and withstands,
hopefully somewhere near my shoes.
Categories:
onrushing,
Form:
Free verse