Best Out Of Reach Poems
Across the room her face shines bright
while talking with her friends;
her presence fills me with delight
with beauty that transcends.
She caught my eye right from the start,
but feelings that I can’t impart.
She caught my eye…
she caught my eye
but knows not what is in my heart.
Across the room her face shines bright
as feelings I conceal;
she thinks me as a friend alright
not knowing how I feel.
I’m just a friend; we talk of life;
our busy lives so full and rife.
I’m just a friend…
I’m just a friend
which fills my very soul with strife.
Across the room her face shines bright
so close yet out of reach;
to woo her just would not be right,
and love would be a breach.
To someone else her life belongs,
and I will not commit these wrongs.
To someone else…
to someone else
she walks away; I sing sad songs.
April 21, 2018
Going out on trips
Everyone enjoys them
Enjoying a snack and coffee
All family get togethers
Bride and groom wedding blues
Eating out we all enjoy to do
All shopping malls closed up
No book store opened anywhere
No road trips airports closed
Nor the beaches or camping
The schools are all closed
Only computer learning
People are out of work
No money coming in
Makes it hard to make
ends meet
I can go on and on
It is the virus fault
These things are out of reach
No one knows for how long
Sometimes helps out of reach,
Just a tad to far,
Not knowing what you did wrong,
Or why happiness seems so far,
You don't know why your ugly,
Or not a perfect weight,
You wonder why you aren't smart,
Or why it's always too late,
Sometimes, life just fractures into pieces
Too many to put back together
Time is consumed with a lot of work
Often falling into circles going no where
Striving so hard for solutions and peace
As turmoil wrenches the heart and mind
It is easy to fall and hard to get up
It's not easy to see the beauty once there
As problems and the healing are priority
It's as if a veil is between conflict and peace
You can only do so much, when others don't
So many things take waiting for to happen
While time speeds and you feel stuck
What was once inner strength, feels weaker
You yearn to feel light as leaves fluttering in breeze
You try to slow down with the sound of wind chimes
You wonder, if anything that's done is ever enough?
You even wonder if you've lost yourself?
Memories return of joyful days and pleasant places
It all seems so long ago, so very far away!
You wonder why it's so hard to reach now?
How can it all be so far out of reach?
Walking on fractured pieces of life each day,
That feel like footsteps cutting your feet
And you wonder if things stay out of reach,
- Will they ever be the same - ?
Heidi Sand
5/31/23
Mars planet so near
Like love forbidden to touch
Must not give up hope
6/21/15
I am what I am
I can kiss the sky .
you used to say the devil loved me
when I looked into your eyes .
I can feel your heart rate speed.,
I feel your blood it boils ,
I am the darkend one,
and for you soul I toil .
you cannot leave me now
your life is out of reach,
my name was in the good book,
but death is what I teach .
you will come to me now,
down on broken knee.
I have took your life
won't set your spirit free..
James...................................
Clouds condemn the sky line
fear has taken root
Im drowning in the vineyards
but can't see thru the soot
these grounds have become uneven
there doesn't seem to be anyone around
come harbour these rains before me
before they wash me six feet down
I beg for your sun to save me
as you tiptoe upon your beach
if I hold my hand out here for you
would it still be out of reach
Dreams seem important, but rarely make sense,
it's like peering through a peephole in a fence.
The slivers of truth I'm allowed to see,
when awake they become mysteries to me.
Reflections of reflections are not real,
they're just voids you can never fill.
Memories mere pictures to adore,
like being lost at sea without a shore.
The intangible always out of reach,
this dimension only in death will you breach.
I wonder then what is life lived for,
to be born, then to die and nothing more?
1/14/19
Sweep the empty bottles away
The last remaining drops drip silently out
Lay back against the wall
In some home on the edge of the world
My tunneled vision begins to open
And the blurriness begins clear
My parachute opened
To pull me out of my free fall
So far away from the world
My addictions fluctuate
My tongue is dry but my head is clear
A smile creeps on my face
But so far away from the world
My addictions fluctuate
My head is clear but my mind is roiling
As it always has done
I know what's gone wrong
My past can't be my present
I'm aware of that all
But through my muddled mind, I can't accept it
Sobriety is just out of reach
Could I just have a push?
All I need is one more push...
And I can be at peace again.
Lipstick stained, empty Jug
Her flock, her friends dispersed
This attitude, could not care less
A pretend she'd well rehearsed
Into the dark, blind advance
Unto a sticky end
Hemming seams of sleeplessness
Where true love ne'er crept, my friend
One of the cruelest aspects of Alzheimer’s is the way this disease unfolds…
how it’s able to disguise itself, at first, as just a part of growing old:
It began with her misplacing and forgetting things for that’s what old age does.
then progressed to her looking at me…bewildered…forgetting who I was.
Such is the demeanor of this disease…the nature of this beast
I never knew on any given day if it’s grip was strong…
or if Mom would be released.
There were times when I saw the fear in her eyes..
when I heard the quivering of her speech,
?“What is happening to me!” She’d plead.
“Why are my memories out of reach?”
For this is the heartless game Alzheimer’s plays…
there were times she knew me……she knew where she was…and when…
times she was luminous and lucid…when she was my mom again.
Times when Alzheimer’s set her free… when she’d sense my sadness and my fear…
and she would hold my face within her hands and say,
“Don’t worry, dear, I’m here.”
But Alzheimer’s is unrelenting…at first content with making small demands…
willing to allow Mom her moments…while waiting patiently to take command.
I remember the first time she didn’t remember me…I bowed my head to hide my tears.
When suddenly she was back…holding my face within her hands saying,
Don’t worry dear, I’m here.”
We had no choice but to bend to Alzheimer’s whim…
to celebrate every high while enduring every low…
and I would wait until after my visit ended before letting my anger flow.
When I knew she was lost to me forever…
when I sensed her constant confusion..when I could see her disoriented tears…
I would take her face within my hands and whisper in her ear…
“Don’t worry, Mom.”“There’s nothing you ever need to fear.
wherever you are…don’t worry…
don’t worry Mom…I’m here.”
You remain out of reach,
Always ahead of me—
You, whom I love so dearly;
In my dreams and in my prayers
Seek to express the Light of Your image—
In shadows of my evolving awareness
Stumble to grasp such Infinite Beauty,
Close mental fingers of retention,
My hand back to clay
Sculpted to Your never ending contours,
Transfigured from a world of physical steel
By new alchemy—that of Spirit-fire.
How deeply can I impress upon You
My sense of loss by distance—
Kept from You by Your own gift,
These relentless waters
The salt of which eats my oars,
Currents splinter my bow,
Stretch and compress my putty nature
With each new ebb and tide;
Part of me possessed by the miracle
While more of me
Is willing to forfeit the entire experience
Wanting only to return and abide
In Your Tranquil Sea Of sure presence—
I am Your precious offspring, I know—
But too often feel a young dove
Pushed prematurely from the nest,
Failing to see behind
The parent’s stern face
A buoyant, effervescent love—
Now seeing only downward
The chasm before me,
Fearful, trusting only the miracle of flight
From afar,
Warned into disbelief by the cold shadow
Of a hawk’s descending wings…
I want to believe in Your Love—
Each of Your children Your one-and-only;
Yourself willfully lost in Your Creation—
The essence of Your Great Love
To give—and then give more;
Your lessening, the spirit of increase--our miracle of eternal life—
Our lesson one of transformation of self by release;
Relinquishing all so that all may be gained.
You abandon Yourself for our Light—
Indwelling substance of Your Immortal Being
Turned outward…
Our eyes Your eyes—
Your expression
Limited only by our skewed vision—
The resurrection of fluid patterns of substance
And hue not found within the border of mortal imagination
But in the ever-expanding consciousness of endless Recreation—the Great I Am.
You went away and joy went with you
Sound became a screaming in my head
And my eyes drowning in sorrow;
Saw only the emptiness of life without happiness;
Brroken love often spreads;
And written emotions often seem;
Previously penned;
But empty hearts, they live in infamy.
You’re back;
But I find nothing of then.
I can’t reach you; but I stay close;
And unguarded I can only cry.
Maybe it’s me;
Perhaps I am undeserving;
Completeness beyond my reach;
Maybe I owe.
A BURNT SIENNA BEACH BECKONS OUT OF REACH
She softened the surf near a secluded isle during a summer sequestered by her smile
And she wore a smile all the while
With an ambiance of ambitious style
She reduced the roar at the shore and seduced a beach besmirched by her beauty
While waves accepted the woman’s wish for quietude as their duty
And so the waves would silently cease what had been disturbing the peace and piety of a pleasant afternoon with a woman lovelier than any day the weather could ever create
She was gracefulness that was never abandoned nor to abate
With exponential exquisiteness for excitement to endow
Beauty before whom any beau was benevolently bequeathed to bow
And bow did they indeed
With her loveliness taking the lead
And I to plead for only one nocturnal need
That I might one night lie next to or upon a pleasure trove of ample and amplified magnificence
A body born of beauty’s benevolence
This was one so fair
The one with silver hair
The lady with an agreement of aggrandizement to breach
The beauty who begot belligerence for her beau on a sienna brown and now blatantly blemished beach
So sorrowful would that beau be
And that misbegotten man would happen to be me
I was the beau laid low and forced forever to take my catatonic heart and go
Lest that I could ever fly
I to not defy her final goodbye
A farewell to that which has now become so wretchedly out of reach
Oh woe should go to the blasphemous b*tch and that now blackened the beach
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Staying Out of Reach-The Siren’s Story
She was a fish out of water, only in the metaphorical sense, for the sea was her song and her home, where she played, where she laid her head, and where she was taught to bite with the most melodic twang, but she loved humanity, and her sisters hated her most excellent voice. They longed to steal it, but it was sealed upon her lips, protected by water nymphs, forever elated.
So, Lydia, stayed away from ships and her murderous sisters.
Her hymn, so poisonous but sublime, poured out like wine upon the salty waters. The great tug and pull of water seemed to work its magic, as it changed tension, oscillation and vibrato. “Bravo!” the waves clapped.
At nightfall, she felt a strong undertow, a manned ship. With a faroff glance, she could see the muscular and tanned crew coming her way. They found her somehow in the deepest sea, supposedly lost to humanity, where Atlantis is submerged.
Lydia lies on her back, stretches her arms to the air, succumbs to the wind and the brutal rain, training her voice upwards, very high.
“The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon.” Her arms become angel wings, white and light; a dove. She sings gently, but immersed, believing that she can reach the heights of heaven and be blessed with broken shackles. Her seashells drop, a maddening medley of updraft is caught.
The moon, like a lover, grabbed her hand, welcomed her aboard. “Why, she wondered, was she born a siren…” The brilliant stars surrounded her, a siren who was tested to her heart’s content. She was at peace, as she was spent.
Each luminary kissed her on the hand or lips or cheek. Her voice stayed sweet, but it was now heavenly and safe from vicious attacks of her sisters, and of herself. Handsome men in fair seas. They smile and cheer the unchartered waters; star-studded skies.