Best Overhead Poems
Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead
Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing.
Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds
on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds
Low moans, raging regrets of battle cries
rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies.
Sixth of June, sands give up soft wailing pleas
from beach desert devoid of any trees
Earth laced with spent cartridges , red blood and lead
painful memories, of that war's lost dead.
Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
how we may wish that peace had ruled instead.
R.J. Lindley
June 7th, 1976
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 102
Old Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul.
And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked.
New Notes-
1. SLIGHTLY EDITED TODAY TO MEET TEN SYLLABLE COUNT ONLY.
2. Mankind can not give up making war until it can purge ALL evil from its mortal soul!
Only one way to do that exists..
3. I want to thank the poet that suggested that I go ahead and share this poem from my private writes.
As it deserves to be read, I now agree with you my good friend..
Categories:
overhead, art, conflict, dark, death,
Form:
Sonnet
dark angels
prey
where no prayers are left
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Categories:
overhead, appreciation, bird, death, nature,
Form:
Free verse
i hope you don't mind
if I wander in through your front door
and reset your clocks to headlight savings
life requires humor he said to the lens grinders
as he rode his all terrain moon beam to heaven
where they were eradicating stupidity with fairy tales
same **** greater magnification was basically it
slipped on their own icy hearts
applying one clever artifice after another
but after all one wants to hasten
the modern world along clippity clop
impediments to traffic flow were to be shot
what happened next is not in the dictionary
which is fine don't get me wrong
beats the nuts off hunger
but the world is not nice anymore
isolated pockets of rebellion perhaps
out in the bleak lizard sands hanging from a tree
but the rest stuffed with foam peanuts
that could turn you to ballroom dancing
your narrator being the test case
for daisy picking the numbers the samples the statistics
I love you just the same she whispered after the operation
the entire ABC unit was called in from the chalk mines
and the XYZ crew was called in from the slate quarry
but no amount of preparation could have warned them
of the melancholic yet piquant sagging of standards
his mind had turned upon itself out of shame and envy
he had an entire city in his head
that wasn’t in Architectural Digest
honkings sirens gunfire breaking glass
spasms and outbursts and phobias and anxieties and
compulgings and obsessities and hallucinotions and
mysterias and distortoons and damplifications and
twitchings and itchings and may I add bowel flux
we haven't even begun to look at his libido
which had shrunk from a blacksmith's forge of intensity
to the vague expectation of an afternoon nap
better than living the prelude to a beheading
you decide if hiding in the bushes permanently
like a grinning jack in the box with a message
is the same as dancing through the forest
dressed in leaves and emeralds
pantomime after all is deception
random at first then shapes intervene
there is no random he said over and over in proof
they say the devil spoke Hebrew
and Popeye smoked his spinach
a contemporary exercise in
signal location
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Categories:
overhead, howl, slam,
Form:
Free verse
There's black storm clouds outside
and if they should let go
it won't be rain reigning down,
it will be the ice cold snow.
Ominous and black the clouds
that blanket the sky overhead
and if their flurries they let fly
I think I'll hide in bed.
Black clouds hover overhead,
threatening and dark.
Time to go find the shovel in case
Old Man Winter leaves his mark.
I do not mind the rain too much.
It has it's uses , true.
The snow has no appeal for me.
I'll be glad when winter's through.
Categories:
overhead, funny, nature, rain, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
dark clouds overhead
how the humble flowers bend
to the falling rain
Categories:
overhead, flower, rain,
Form:
Haiku
The storm ovehead
A storm is brewing in the dark of the night
You can see the flashes in the distance of the light so bright
In the very distance of the night lighting up the sky
Sometimes It will be here very fast and other times by and by
With the lighting zig zagging through the cloudy countryside
We sit and count till the thunder comes to where we abide
Just to find how long we have before we have to hide
A sky that’s lit with many shades of blue, black, indigo and white
In it comes with the flow of the tide and up the rivers so tight
And so it goes round and round and often you can feel it hide
Reappearing just when it is time for that ebb tide
At times its far away and others just overhead
Thunder shakes all around and especially the garden shed
A storm is something people can really hate
As it can really frighten them and make them quake
Others will stand and stare in wonder at the frightening glare
And be at total peace with the elements and totally unaware
Of the many dangers that may be had standing there
23-4-16
Categories:
overhead, night, sky, storm,
Form:
Free verse
Look up in the sky and see
A sight that is so pretty
Spectacular and really bold
It's as rare as finding gold
Once in a while it will shine
A beautiful new design
Lighting up the sky so bright
A circular red moon light
That takes viewers breathe away
Disappearing in the day
As we say goodbye until
A new red moon comes up the hill
Categories:
overhead, moon, night, red,
Form:
Rhyme
wings spread soaring high
fluttering of blue and white
confident and calm
Categories:
overhead, bird,
Form:
Haiku
All that we had encountered
Of God, Fear kowtowed to.
Yet this, for sinner's relief
This, piteous, soaked through
Are we, here and now, told is
That face,the very same
Behind all that skied displeasure;
A vengefulness to name!
Categories:
overhead, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
I want to get my feet wet
I want to bury my hands for years
I never meant to see beyond
I am bound to travel back to the unknown
I want to leave here, never to return
Hang on, I never meant to get this deep
Headlong into the cloud burst overhead
I want to watch the rain form over my skyline.
See the droplets travel down the glass for years
Hang on! There is no way of escaping it
Into the clouds overhead, feel my soul burst.
I want to get my feet wet,
feeling it…
I want to bury my hands for years,
digging the earth.
I never meant to see beyond,
my years…
I am bound to travel back,
not knowing it…
I want to leave here,
never to return.
Into a cloud burst overhead…
I want to get my face wet
I want to bury my feet in the sand!
I never meant to see beyond, my years!
I am bound to travel into the unknown
Leaving this reality…
in a cloud burst overhead!
Ode to Thomas D.
Categories:
overhead, adventure, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
I used to write love poems..
Until my heart became invaded by the night
I used to love to find a home,
Until shadows filled the light
I used to be a golden boy
But now I hate the colors greedy sight
So many things in me that have become faded
And now it's the end of days inside of me that I fight
The sun will no longer give it's light,
And the trees will holler songs of strife
As the world burns and turns
Like a roasted marshmellow on a stick..
Bitter sweet to the teeth with a sticky plight.
This is the end in sight
Losing hope
As a dark ressurection becomes nigh
I drown and flush my worries and sorrows inside my head
Turning up the volume on my playlist that numbs me
While I lay restless in bed
But it keeps ringing just like a old saying that said
Never allowing me to let my guard down
And echoing hot inside my head
Categories:
overhead, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
at times i wonder
if i'm a meaningless fool stranded
in someone’s tiresome charade
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Categories:
overhead, confusion, introspection, perspective, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Overhead
As the low sky cleared
the lost ducks took to the air
looking for the clouds
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Categories:
overhead, animal,
Form:
Haiku
This Blessed Day Has Passed
From the instant of waking, not quite
Sure where I am, or why the room’s so cold,
To an hour’s end, as my coffee’s grown cold
And I’ve pushed aside the toast, only
Wanting to look up and out at the rising sun.
It’s my day begun. The music gently comes:
Are those bells I hear in the distance? “Alleluia!”
Some hours pass. The sun stills directly above,
Cutting back all shadows, proclaiming light.
I try to stand,fight the pain. Better to
Draw birds with colored feathers; their out-
Stretched wings ready for flight; their glistening
Eyes stare directly into mine; and their voices start
To sing, “Joy! All to Joy!”
The day’s gone on to circle the world. I lie back
Bidding the night to come as I fold my hands over
My heart, saying the “Our Father...” as Christ taught;
My soul trying to reach up and around with love.
Then a tear rolls from my eye down my cheek, with
Thanks for blessings of the day...I release...My lips
Move without sound. “Holy! Holy is the Lord!
All be peace...Amen...”
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(c) sally Young eslinger 12/28/20
All glory to+.
Categories:
overhead, bird, christian, health, how
Form:
Free verse
"If I were meant to soar up there with you,"
said the creepy caterpillar to the colourful butterfly,
fluttering by overhead,
"and not stay crawling earthbound here instead,
I would have been born with wings,
and it will be over my body when dead,
akin to a murder of crows,
before you'll get me up
in one of those
funny-looking flying things."
Categories:
overhead, butterfly, flying, fun, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme