Best Passed Poems
It came and passed, and not a word was spoken
as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
Indifference now, our love was but a token,
my heart’s pierced through with Cupid’s broken arrow.
With morning break I felt the deepest sorrow
and setting sun heard silence, yet unbroken,
then tolling bells left no time more to borrow.
It came and passed, and not a word was spoken.
The cool breeze blew, no cloud in azure heaven,
no voice raised loud atop the rolling barrow,
like yeastless bread our words could never leaven,
as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
So deep our passion grew in early sun rise,
till lost in evening sleep and never woken.
Like snowflakes that melt upon our hands are lies,
indifference now, our love was but a token.
Forever has now come with painful remorse
With night our light is dim, and vision narrow,
as in the dark we fumble to change our course,
my heart’s pierced through with Cupid’s broken arrow.
Long each minute passed in sorrowed memory,
no tears to shed for moments lost forever.
Flamed to ash in naught but burnt black cindery
as, like the day, we’re but a lost endeavor,
…it came and passed.
10/27/2017
There is so much you can let go of,
If you really want to try.
Stuff that only weighs you down,
That makes you want to cry.
Old regrets, self doubts and hurts,
That drag up pain and anger.
Toss them, ditch them, cast them away.
To self esteem they're a danger.
Worries about what could have, should have,
What-ifs and if-onlys,
Leave you filled up with regrets,
And feeling sad and lonely.
These things are somewhere in the past.
These things are done and over.
It's time to leave the past alone,
And look to days of clover.
Today make that decision.
The past is over, done.
Today, right now is fresh and new.
Look up, embrace the sun.
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MagiCicada13
There is so much you can let go of,
If you really want to try.
Stuff that only weighs you down,
That makes you want to cry.
Old regrets, self doubts and hurts,
That drag up pain and anger.
Toss them, ditch them, cast them away,
To self esteem they're danger.
Worries about what could have, should have,
What ifs and if onlys,
Leave you filled up with regrets,
And leave you sad and lonely.
These things are somewhere in the past.
These things are done and over.
It's time to leave the past alone,
And look to days of clover.
Today make that decision.
The past is over, done.
Today, right now is fresh and new.
Look up, embrace the sun.
Emotional depression had set in;
A world of calamity that grew dark.
The mystical light was stifling, nights stark,
Blessings of peace in a bottle of gin.
Dark wisp of wrath kindled a plea to flee.
Extinction of self as he walked with pride
Through vast ocean tides, I became a bride.
Lull dream, a perfect soul-mate weaved forth, free.
Neath the still lingering velvet twilight
Holding a portrait of the two of us.
My mournful mind wanders without a fuss.
Sweet scent of love, my memories I write.
Quiet and peaceful with poetic love,
Tearful grief embraces you from above.
10/22/2023
Leaves a’ rustling
So near to me
I feel your hot breath
I smell my fate, close
Wild
Wild I started
Grew too fast, too bold
Grew beyond myself, grown far too old
Yet looking back now
I regret, I fear
If this is really the end...
How did I get here?
My skin, now so dry
So vibrant it was
My colour now gone
Gone forever, anon
As thoughts peel from my frame
My solid roots fray
I glide through sky blue
I drift in breeze fair
I’m watching all again
As if I were yet to press play!
I land on moist soil
I rest on this rich earth
Eyelids heavy
I’ve found my last hearth
My resting place
My journey complete
My adventure has ended
I cecum to fates grace
That breeze was so sturdy
That wind so forceful
It carried me quickly
As if remorseless
Yet as I lay here
Thoughts are so peaceful and clear
I see myself, I see my worth
What I did to this world…..what I left in my berth
I now know why
As dawn becomes dusk
I’m finally satisfied
They saw enough.
Toot, toot goes the train.
Jump, jump goes the brain.
Moved to a new house.
Old one had a mouse.
Sometimes change is good.
It's all the same!
Play the sleep game!
INSOMNIAC!
INSOMNIAC!
I can't sleep!
I can't sleep!
SLEEPLESSLY!
Passed out!
Passed out!
DREAM!!!
This is a Dimished Hexaverse, thank you Dr. Ram Mehta for correcting me. This is a fun type of poetry.
A year has passed since windows draped in gloom
Since heartache's cure impossible to prove
A year since silence reigned within his room
Since hands upon the clock have ceased to move
Two years have passed - when morning bells are rung
Harmonies do not carry to his ear
Two years in muted night, no dawn's begun
Light too far from his eyes, his grief too near
Three years have passed - new leaves now fill the wood
They have brought him flowers from the fields
His raw suffering, still misunderstood
Beneath ice of loss, unbloomed spring yields
Time unmeasured by years and hours spent
Exists as indefinite bereavement.
7/21/18
Fragile is the mind
That has lost a friend
Fragile too is the snowflake
Seeking sanctuary on my window sill
Both are anonymous to the world
Fragile is the dreamer
Who knows the snowflake well?
Pure as an angels tear
Complex as the heavens above
For Within its crystal, there is a mirror
Where footprints lead me down
A snowy lover’s lane
To that first kiss
Oblivious to winter’s chill
She held my dreams
Warmed my passion
And whispered the words
That only lovers can hear.
And in the virgin snow
I proclaimed to the night
I love you
As the snow melted into tears upon her face
Fragile was the time we were given
And fragile is the youth
That remembers the girl
That loved him so tender
in the cold of yesterday
Fragile are the Angels
that dance for love
In snowflake dresses
Swirling their magic
Ever knowing that spring
Would chase their dance away
Fragile is the life
Searching for answers
Sharing a snowflakes fate
Brothers of nature
Beautiful and Unique
Born to melt away
In the heat of time
For it is an honour to know a life that others did not
A memory born special to me
Fragile too are we who love this life
Whose lives are touched by those we meet
Who gather the things that make us complete
Friends and Snowflake memories
My happiness in this fragile life
Golden moments, their precious hues,
Tarnish and fade into the blues...
Nothing gold can stay, they say.
Why, must these things pass away?
Was happiness not meant to see?
What a wonderful world that would be;
Of flowers that should not wilt,
With the family that was built.
If I could, I would have my way...
And, everything gold would stay.
(Inspired by Robert Frost's poem, 'Nothing Gold Can Stay')
Listening heartbeat,
Hearing with the soul-ears,
Living to change another day.
Pen challenged by season quick of emotions.
Than,
Muse enters the heartbeat,
Friends,
Family,
Love ones weave basket within freeze-frame moments,
Always sharing within life in one.
Than the will to carry on to paper love.
Touching the hearts of many,
Even those not knowing.
Yet,
Blessing in every traveling hour.
Soul free bound to express to share.
Helping hands where the physical cannot reach,
Inner person free to wonder journey through the impossible,
Making a difference-
Never know who life maybe saved by the stroke of a pen charity.
In the question,
Did the day changed,
Or only obeyed,
Passed the everyday season bringing.
Carry on Tamiviolet Machas,
Heaven knows you can do this act of love,
Poetry lettering-
You were once here, or so it would seem.
Gone now forever, like a half woken dream.
Flown beyond the farthest star.
Yet eternal within my memories you are.
Your echo of love will forever remain,
Guiding me through the sorrow & pain,
To the day my heart begins to heal.
Though not quite whole will it ever feel.
For pieces are missing, now shaded gray,
Given with love to love passed away.
~
While strolling by the lavender
her smile kept its place,
as lovely as a butterfly
afloat upon her face
She skipped as to a melody
that played about her mind,
in harmony with springtime days
she always seemed to find
With hair a flow of summer breeze,
spun gold and woven vine,
like Chardonnay from Maconnais,
a tasteful choice in wine
Beyond the field, neath skies of blue,
a' glisten in the sun,
a dainty pond, its cattail fern,
her tiny feet did run
She gazed upon the surface smooth,
reflecting clouds above
and tossed a stone, a splash was heard,
then ripples, she did love
For long ago a poet passed
and with his feathered pen,
had written her a verse of love,
then placed it in her hand
She read it with her eyes so wide,
his joy, she could not miss
Then laid her hand upon his cheek
and on his lips, a kiss
The poem he had written spoke
of ripples and a shore
and if the circles he could be,
he'd kiss her there once more
She turned to leave, her heart now full
of dreams he left behind,
with poetry and memories,
like ripples on her mind
~
This poem was inspired by me, not at the start but, it ended up referencing a poem that I wrote about 10 years ago titled: "And you were that shore" that I posted here on Soup for a contest and actually won.
This is that poem
And you were that shore
~
You were skipping stones
and as I watched
a slowly arching ripple
gently kissing the shore
I found myself wishing
I was that ripple
and you were that shore
~
My life before you.
My life with you.
My life without you.
All passed in a blink of an eye.
In the trees,
high up catching every breeze
small twigs, dry grass, and leaves form the large drey,
with stuffing from some cushioned chair pretended to be hay;
atop the forked trunks of mighty oaks
a perch of squirrels gather against wintry pokes.
Encircling the trees in playful chase
each independent life seek security and escape,
built-in a day, the nest is snug and tight
protecting the gray creature from windy flight,
fallen remnants of last year's nests
lay on the ground, a dispersed mess
as new ones soon replace
the error of past mistakes;
but now and then, a familiar little face peers in
the window at the wall seeking the warm within.
Craig Cornish Last Year's Nests
11/23/19