Best Onward Poems
Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread
BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists,
My journey, clarification of Fate
When I balked, black ghost said, I insist
Hurry destiny cries it is too late,
Strolling deep within, horrific the sounds
So strangely pungent the circling winds
In distant valleys, baying of the hounds-
I fear what that hideous sign portends.
Now so afraid, through weeping years I trod
Searching, ever onward, I did thus tread.
My shield, simply faith in Light and my God
And bushels of truth, to me, life has fed.
I pray for salvation of divine light.
Blessed ending of this courageous flight.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-02-2021
Sonnet(dark)
Categories:
onward, dark, faith, god, journey,
Form:
Sonnet
Onward Christian Soldiers
(Chivalry Dead)
God’s crusade upon them laid
a stubborn suit of mail brocade.
Knights Templar, Teutonic thugs
Mercenaries out for blood.
In guarantee of resurrection.
Skull bludgeoning insurrection.
For every heathen to the cemetery
Pope so grants indulgence plenary.
Urban calls to cut out “sin.”
with war for Jesus, champion.
Death to every infidel.
Damn them all to endless hell.
Allah-backed brave Saladin
“Jihad” shouts Islamic paladin
Jerusalem. Jerusalem.
Devastated paragon.
Kathy Collins
1/31/14
Categories:
onward,
Form:
Rhyme
As a boy
I explored shallow river beds.
I carried home in a jar unnamed water-bugs,
minnows, tadpoles and
little frogs that glowed yellow
when the sunlight swam in the creek.
Now the sun comes to my window,
sheds streams of light
to carry me back
to where shallow waters sing
of all unnamable things.
Categories:
onward, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread
BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists,
My journey, clarification of Fate
When I balked, black ghost said, I insist
Hurry destiny cries, it is too late,
Strolling deep within, horrific the sounds
So strangely pungent the circling winds
In distant valleys, baying of the hounds-
I fear what that hideous sign portends.
Now so afraid, through weeping years I trod
Yet pushed, ever onward, I dare tread
My shield, simply faith in Light and my God
And bushels of truth, to me, life has fed
I pray for salvation of divine light
Blessed ending of this courageous flight.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-02-2021
Sonnet(dark)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
Categories:
onward, courage, deep, dream, imagination,
Form:
Sonnet
Sometimes when you're alone
Who can you call?
Who can you phone?
Close friends are few
Some just grew old
Nobody new
Nights always cold
So now you stop
It's time to think
Life does not vanish
In a wink
Lots of new folks are still here
It takes some work
No need to fear
Lots of others need a friend
A little sweat could start a trend
So you put yourself right out
Now there's no more need to pout
You stumble on a brand new group
You fit right in
You tie the loop
Now your days just race right by
New friends at last
No need to cry
You worked real hard
To push ahead
No bad thoughts now
Goodbye to dread
Categories:
onward, dark, depression, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
"Onward and upward"
the good men and women were heard to say
as they drew their swords to join the fray
The enemy was vanquished and did quickly give way
And peace was preserved in a grandiose display
Now for those that gave all we kneel and pray
So they will be forever remembered on this Memorial Day
Charles Hampton Gragg
May 27, 2013
Categories:
onward, america, , memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
Onward Christian soldiers
Marching off to prayer
Making sure your wallets
no one at all will share
Onward then, ye Christians
as atheists help the poor
blend you prayers with hypocrisy
as the lord closes all your doors
Christ may not be handicapped
he sure as hell isn't blind
stop playing life's lotteries
give food and love, be kind
At the malls small book shop
Satan's hosts and Christians flee
Hells foundations support not
ignore poor and needy brothers pleas
Onward Christian soldiers
copper pennies are your reward
Just remember the cross of Jesus
was constructed by the poor
Categories:
onward, betrayal, bible, child abuse,
Form:
Lyric
I struggle to rise to this day
A Robotic gait leads My way.
Emotionless is My new smile
Numb is now My hearts style
Searching in the oblivion of this cloud
Pressing on
Lost in a fog
Do not question
Do not think
Onward.......
Categories:
onward, absence,
Form:
Blank verse
a cavalcade wept ashore with frenzy like a beastly bus
oblivious of tribes who blissfully dealt without a fuss
triangulated within an ever narrowing pen
contaminated, decimated, eradicated “red” men
once a collection of indigenous separate “nations”
plucked by invaders who usurped america as their den
releasing poison couched as religion into the air
which indignities true colors became readily clear
when europeans “discoverers” fomented war-fare
to those who found themselves in deadly cross hair
every inch of “new world” grimly rustled in every lair
with deadly piping hot metallic bullets with near
with unfamiliar customs on par with a satyr
without means to escape any direction they did veer
cohesion of unity did annihilate without a trace
that belonged to those who stood apart as separate race
paraded as “exotic specimens” in some faraway place
bandied about as if some rare refined silken lace
of their rightful home by chicanery tactics base
to banality, effrontery, hostility though dined
with travesty from Europeans whose dreams lined
against so called original occupants who got maligned.
Categories:
onward, adventure, bible, christian, confusion,
Form:
Ballad
The March for Our Lives [2018 and Onward]
Shooting and killing is not a way of life.
It hurts our mentality and distorts our minds.
We are here as privilege and meaningful life.
A barren earth will not ever revive.
We are not the creator of life form.
This is where a greater source omnipotent.
So, we must form a historical path.
The March for Our Lives [2018 and Onward] is just that.
A focus done for gun reform.
The onset of violence at our schools will not succumb.
The madness has manifest for sure.
Therefore, we march for political activism with a purpose to control the
disbursement of guns for public safety assured.
Since 2012, the U.S. schools have transgressed a massacre where 7,182
students have been killed.
Congressional reform has not been configured accordingly.
The March for Our Lives [2018 and Onward] is to help write the law to control
the disbursement of guns,
We, as students, are stated to be the future to human being meaningful
life.
As an accurate result, we state to Congress we are marching for our lives to
be made safe and secure at our schools.
Nihilism is abhorred.
______________________________
WRITTEN MARCH 25, 2018!
Categories:
onward, political, power, together, usa,
Form:
Political Verse
Onward to Byzantium
One stone
One
Thought
Mayan time
Circle
Of
Stone
Mound
Of
Sand
Return
As
Is
Pure
Categories:
onward, allegory
Form:
Epic
reluctant,
I set darkened seas.
horizons slip through feebled fingers
impotent against sky.
what pinned the stars in place?
what streaked dawn’s last trace?
matterless now
an emptied course.
mute sirens sit, clicking
watch disaster, shaking heads.
blunder blindly ahead
backward no more-
no peek at distant shores
for signs of smoked remorse.
no retrieved reprieve
just on till to tomorrow,
a hardened breath
and heart
come sorrow, come regret
we sail.
Categories:
onward, depression
Form:
Free verse
BUGS!HAVE BUGS,THAT ALSO HAVE BUGS.
WITH KIN AND HISTORIES SELDOMLY DUG.
WITH HAMMERS AND CHISSELS WRONGFULLY USED.
AND COPYCAT FAILURES ALL BEING CONFUSED.
STEP FORWARD THE CRUSHING FOOT.
THE UNKNOWING TORTURORS ARE IN CAHOOTS.
INBORN SURVIVORS ARE BLESSED PROOF.
ONE SINGLE BUGS ENOGH TO MOVE.
THOUGH ALL THE MIGHTY THUNDER OVERHEAD.
A BUG IS SAFELY IN ITS OWN DOMAIN...in bed!
Categories:
onward, fantasy, space,
Form:
Epitaph
Onward ever onward down the awesome lanes of time,
Coming going, dying reborn, another life inclined,
One time in Tasmania the Pommy hunters killed us out,
A prisoner in irons, cat of nine tails cut about,
Ever suffering for my crime,
What is it all, this doubt?
Ironic is the suffering feel,
in Ireland I was starved,
Potatoes stole, caught and flogged,
Escaped and was at large,
Informer talked and I was caught,
Transported on the Belle,
Bonded servant, flogged, yes sport,
In the cotton fields of hell,
But I lived awhile orright.
Cannon roared, hot lead, aboard,
The yard was crashing down,
Over the side, a Spaniard to board,
Cutlass slashing blood n gore,
death there to seek me out.
In the dark, in a tribe away out west,
Speared a bullock for the tribe to eat,
The Squatter shot us with his friends,
The Troopers not so sweet,
The Crows would not be denied,
Another death I tried?
My bones are incomplete...
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vAvcSTzsYs
Categories:
onward, adventure,
Form:
Ballade
(co written with Linda- Marie Bariana P.E.P.S "Sweetheart"
How richly sings our heritage,
O, that of days gone by.
When strangers first traversed these shores
under that of a foreign sky.
So distant from the lands they knew,
these pursuers of another life.
They came in quest of better days
and an end to their days of strife.
Their hope was not in that of men
and the lands from which they came.
But so to find a fuller life
while their families remained.
At peace with hope and offerings
as new endeavors peaked,
To leave behind those memories
as stability they seeked.
In a land where freedom is the salt
of this, God’s good, green earth,
in recompense of hours spent
in searching for their worth,
Adieu to those familiar shores
that the forefathers had trod,
Onward unto new paths of change
created alone by our Glorious God.
Categories:
onward, dedication, faith, family, history,
Form:
Rhyme