Best Outlasts Poems
When the rose in spring prime does glow
And the breeze, down by the dew does blow
And when dawn starts to rise and grow
Do not tell me, it is so good; yes I know..
I know that good and beauty are duo
I know that evil and bad are both foe
And yet, I love the eagle and its claw
See! beauty comes even with a flaw
Ride your fantasy, over the world and through
And see high mountains, and waves below
Sweet songs from robin and so is the crow
And the night, darker with a brighter day too
Summer has burn, winters with cold can do
And fall dismal, in between, in slow follow
And,now the fields are ripe its time to mow
Good days past, if the reaper did, then sow
To see the dust into crops has turned so
Ripe wheat, and fruits, all sorts mellow
Whoever sows, whatever his sorrow
Shall one day reap, see a bright morrow
I had time to see things come and go
From the rising sun to its setting low
And so I know its life with joy and woe
That I must love beauty and its claw
Heart and mind must cohabit in duo
Nothing outlasts, only God is solo
Categories:
outlasts, beauty, wisdom,
Form:
Couplet
I watch the clouds as they pass by.
They spread a mist across the sky;
and sometimes for an hour or two
they float within a sea of blue
like castles shaped a way up high,
their forms dissolve and seem to die.
Upon my back for an hour or two
I watch them grow to something new.
Veiled in lace they stretch their hands
and seem to wed in other lands.
They look down from eternity
on all that we may hope to be.
Clouds have a strange world in the sky
that outlasts even you and I.
The restless world that they embrace
moves on like us in constant pace.
They toss and turn within a storm.
Each day we live they are reborn.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
outlasts, beauty, blessing, desire, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
These are the days we never expected
Testing us to the fullest extent
Pain, suffering and death surrounds us
It takes strength to cope and believe
That there are still good things all around
Caring people, ways to smile, positive things to do
These are the days of facing grief
For what is lost, while trying to stay focused
These days aren't easy for anyone
These are the days to always remember,
There is love that outlasts everything!
Heidi Sands
4/5/20
* It is a sad reality check today when the US Surgeon General warns Americans that this next week will be worse than Pearl Harbor and the saddest, hardest week in Americans lives.
Categories:
outlasts, america, angst, heartbroken, sad,
Form:
Free verse
baking
the aroma outlasts
apple pie
Categories:
outlasts, family,
Form:
Haiku
Ferret Legging
You never know what you’ll find on the net
Nothing much surprises me there and yet
I found a sport that takes no native skill
Just a strong pair of pants and a real strong will
Competitors’ trousers are tied neath their shin
Before two ferrets are securely placed in
Their belts are then fastened to prevent an escape
And that’s where the very strong will should take shape
Each competitor then stands in front of a judge
As long as he can trying so not to budge
Neither ferret nor man can be drunk or be drugged
And no underwear worn so your parts can be hugged
Pants must be loose so the ferrets can roam
From one leg to the other and their movement shown
Each ferret must have a full set of teeth
That have not been blunted or anyway sheathed
Ferrets have claws like very sharp pins
And teeth like a carpet tack that they can sink in
And ferrets are biters and you’ve got a pair
So your “tool” may be bitten and you better not care
Competitors can attempt from outside their pants
To dislodge a ferret that’s latched on by chance
The winner’s the guy that outlasts the rest
And stands there the longest in this little test
Scotland’s the country where this all began
And the record is held by a brave Scottish man
The record’s been set that will be hard to beat
Five hours 10 minutes and still on his feet
Unfortunately the sport’s been dying out
With PETA and others protesting the bout
But if you’re in Virginia, in Richmond next year
And go to the Highland Games there I hear
They may have a ferret or two up their sleeve
That you can insert in your pants I believe
And if you can just stand there for six hours or more
You can bring the world record right here to our shore
But first grab some loose pants and maybe a kitten
Practice with that getting use to being bitten
Work up to a cat and then up to two
That is exactly what I thought I’d do
Then I thought again and again then I thought
Can a lesson be learned before that lesson’s taught?
So I tried to imagine how a ferret would feel
Could I stand there a man without a girly squeal?
Would I be embarrassed or pass out from fright
And I thought and I thought and I thought that I might
So I’ll go on record, this sport’s not for me
But if you’re game to try it, that I’d go to see
Categories:
outlasts, animal, sports, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
Intro:
To be a writer such as he, there are none
His work outlasts the best, I’m sure…
…~William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601-
“to hold, as t’ were, the mirror up to nature…”
BROKEN OAK
~*Rispetto/ Miranda Lambert ©*~
Contest: “The Tree”
Written: 04/20/2011
Nestled on scaly plates, known as the White Oak
Pennetly lobed leaves, twiddled between my fingers
While the morning dew, the summer sun did soak
As the aura of this native wood lingers
In the “Y” shaped branches, only I could fit
And hour or two I stay, as luck would have it
Ghastly winds blow my hair, my branch starts to sway
We both come tumbling down, dwindling away
Categories:
outlasts, childhood, nature
Form:
Rispetto
A locomotive crying out
As it hurtles down life’s tracks--
Sounds like soul to me;
Or the wind whispering
On every blade of grass
Dipping toes in every pond;
Or the diamond that we keep
In caves too dark and deep
For any intruder to excavate;
Or the sermons of the Reverend Al Green;
Or the Force that guides and heals;
Or the reason for existence…
The soul, that which outlasts all else,
Sounds like the sweetest steam engine
In a myriad web of rails.
Categories:
outlasts, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes things happen,
Unthinkable things,
That worry and vex us,
And tear at heart strings,
And we throw up our hands,
And shout and make oaths,
And we cry and make fists,
At the wraiths and the ghosts,
Of fear and anxiety,
That enter our minds,
Forgetting it seems,
At least for a time,
That Someone's beside us,
To carry us through,
Who's been there before,
When friends were few;
And we think we're alone,
And anger sets in,
And we swear and we blame,
Our only true Friend;
But He's there and He cares,
Though we don't understand,
And He waits and He's patient,
For He does understand;
And when reason returns,
And we reach out to Him,
He'll give us His strength,
And help us again.
Just as He's always,
Done in the past,
For His love is true,
And His patience outlasts,
The slings and the arrows,
The thorns and the blasts,
Of a befuddled mind,
As we stand aghast,
For He's faithful and patient,
And true and just,
And He'll give us the strength,
To do what we must.
Judy Ball
"BE JOYFUL IN HOPE, PATIENT IN AFFLICTION FAITHFUL IN PRAYER"
Romans 12:12
"BUT THE FRUIT OF THE SPIRIT IS LOVE, JOY, PEACE, PATIENCE, KINDNESS, GOODNESS, FAITHFULNESS, GENTLENESS AND SELF CONTROL."
Galatians 5:22-23
Categories:
outlasts, faith, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
In the Memory of Maya Angelou
Her Day is Done
Her day is done
Is done
The news came on the wings of a wind, reluctant to carry its burden.
Maya Angelou’s day is done.
The news, expected and still unwelcome, reached us in Africa, and suddenly our world became somber.
Our skies were leadened
Her day is done.
We see you, American people standing speechless at the slamming of that final door through which no traveler returns.
Our spirits reach out to you Blacks, the whites, Chinese, Caucasian of American born
We think of you as you have lost a Mother , a daughter, a grandmother, a poet, your one more wonder of the world.
In her work she reflected wisdom which she shared among many
From the book ‘ I know why Caged Birds sing’ she made us believe
Her poems left scars of inspiration
I know you remember “still I rise”
This made us believe that we are stronger and we have a light in us,
which no one can dim.
And we can rise in whatever situation we find ourselves
Now we know that no sun outlasts its sunset, but it will rise again and bring the dawn.
We mourn at the loss of the people’s poet, the iron lady of literature
Tears will forever remain, though we move on but the hole death drilled in our hearts will remain
We will not forget you, we will not dishonor you, we will remember and be glad that you lived among us, that you taught us, and that you loved us all.
Written by Maya Angelou and Tawona M Ranganawa
Categories:
outlasts, death, death of a
Form:
Prose
*Image of Lovers Night by Pinterest.
Tale of The Night Movers
Hail, a phantom moon
traversing its cloaked
chambered recesses
of her prevalent crown.
Unspool gently and host
minding eyes immersed
within your ethereal pull
exacting Cupid's pursuit
impresses dependably.
Slay suspicious initiatives
yond hints of their riddled
hearts pausing serenity
and tryst capers a fullness
until dawning climbs to a
whispering.
Anticipatory confidences
secure immature adoration,
gift a sense of a certain fling,
for shared planned proof that
sensorial alliance is immortal.
Abiding hearts, minds, and
souls and that its permanence
lingers in all three entities to
be truly entrusted versus all
hardships that dare.
Any challenge purposeth
distraction swayed to disrupt
sanctioned harmony and
impose their nightly fight and
an easy win over the weak.
Lovers supposed union is but
a temporal existence, and
Cupid's aim slumbered apiece,
held in stasis as hostages host
for thoughts to fester.
A mire of serendipity and wished
upon measures of advice, out
from this unlit pullback of the
unimaginative lost, but hail to
the victorious and glorious.
Righteous grit encountering the
opaque influences of damaging
desires to hoodwink the candid
that wore down night's ethical
battle and fortuitous claim.
Justified inevitableness outlasts
twilight's hold by conquering the
gloaming tripped-upon dawn's
call ends nightmarish corps to
collapse.
Cherubs reward a star's chariot
ascent who condones a handheld
coursing and are hereby blessed
with a kiss of permanence and a
dreamt descent.
2022 July 30
Categories:
outlasts, extended metaphor, good night,
Form:
Metrical Tale
Emptying your heart of sad emotions
shelters you from experiencing norms.
And hiding behind your protective walls;
you feel impervious to sudden storms.
But betrayal cuts with a rusty edge;
dulling your appetite to chase rainbows.
And you trade a kaleidoscope of hopes;
for Depression's achromatic shadows.
The truth invariably outlasts lies;
indomitable as the sands of time.
And pools of bitter tears often gather;
as sadness fuels anxiety's climb.
Abandoned dreams get set adrift in time,
losing sight of their initial heading.
For it is scary when you're all alone;
and cannot stop the panic from spreading.
Your heart, wounded by the perils of love;
you cry upon the shoulder of a friend.
And derive some solace in the knowledge
that sometimes, relationships simply end.
Categories:
outlasts, angst, break up, depression,
Form:
Quatrain
33rd BIRTHDAY Part 1
December twelfth of the twelfth,
Born with wealth, kept within the internal house, no clue in eighty two,
True story here at last, I never knew my past,
Few people see within their hourglass,
Everybody’s sleeping, and it’s two thousand and fifteen,
Up down, self-esteem is what makes me a fiend,
Finding a dream, mastering a craft,
This outlasts your ignorant thoughts of the past,
Mind presence, manifested and blessed into physical reality really fast,
In actuality, blown in a rhyme confessing this,
Witnessed today, the turning thirty three and given a key,
Simplest not tricky, ways to see this in rewind,
My mind state, on a mission, rated in other ways,
Not displayed through communication,
Can’t be found within discussions,
My mission of all missions,
Knowledge is the commission,
Finding knowledge of solutions,
To control all my minds distribution,
Say what? Yeah your brain has rot,
Always saying “I forgot”…. But,
Word to the narrator,
Don’t let your ego rape ya,
It will seriously hate ya,
So stand in mightily manner,
Where he goes you go,
And where you go he goes,
Mindset of Satan and his Demons,
Streaming my flows but most are unconscious,
Subconscious automatic is turned on,
Feel the static bestowed sub atomic physics at work on this road,
Safety mode is also turned from off to on,
Upon the path rode by illusions in front of you, visions of sin,
Negativity is what it brings,
I sit beneath my own opened wings,
Cut the strings not long ago,
Now battling my ego, conditioned self-logo,
Can you go where my words want to take you?
You’re new to this game remaining forever the same?
Sometimes I rhyme the same things, but like rain it needs to fall,
Falling into your minds at this special time, then I rest
Thought you knew, your lame existence needs addressed,
Messed up in the horrors through our senses causing us stress,
I confess, the narrator, written words upon this manuscript,
I scribe to address, what the real narrator gives me to press,
Expressed through the poet on the attack,
Quincy Mac has these wise words back......
Quincy Mac
date written: 12.12.2015
Categories:
outlasts, allegory, birth, meaningful, philosophy,
Form:
Epic
A cleansing sun rises
at the first light of Dawn.
And a new day provides
a clean slate to write on.
You want to believe love
outlasts eternity.
And yet, you struggle with
pangs of uncertainty.
In dreams, love's a merging;
two hearts sharing one soul.
Yet, it's also known to
levy a heavy toll.
Though relationships form,
love can be elusive.
And its existence is
somewhat inconclusive.
More than an illusion;
love can set your heart free.
But unless you believe,
it just ceases to be.
Categories:
outlasts, emotions, feelings, inspirational, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Its inner self, deep dark hole of a maze,
Sad stretch of dire and apathetic doom,
Exacerbated when outlasts a phase,
Giving the tunnel end’s lighting no room.
The steel shackles along its iron grip
Without a shame restraint the weary mind,
Stricken under merciless lashing whip -
In solitude, disabled and confined.
To silence this depressing demon’s voice -
To attack from all fronts and from within,
Forfeiting the battle is not a choice,
Only one way to rise above - to win!
May 7, 2023
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Anatomy of Melancholy
Categories:
outlasts, anxiety, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
Absolute apprehension applied around angst…
Feasting from focused feminine filtration…
Mastering magnificent masculine manifestation…
Balance both bonded building brilliant Buddha body…
Enlightened electric energy evades everyone…
Harmonious humanity has hovering happiness halos…
Omnipresent oneness outlasts original
Sin, souls soaking superconscious supremacy…
Categories:
outlasts, happiness, inspirational, philosophy
Form:
Alliteration