Best Reach The Sky Poems
The father you do not know,
loved you since the day you were born.
Held you carefully in his arms
and promised to always keep you warm.
The father you do not know,
never wanted you to see him weak.
He held you up so high,
so you could reach the sky.
The father you do not know,
sacrificed his own needs.
Even when he was broken and tired,
he ensured you got what you desired.
The father you do not know,
hid his own personal achievements.
His heart only cared about your progress
and was so jubilant in your success.
The father you do not know,
was silly to be so stubborn.
He found it difficult to explain
his dysfunctional sorrow and pain.
He hid it all inside,
you thought it was his pride,
but it was his inner child,
who made him feel exiled.
The father you do not know,
still sang your childhood song.
He was once your hero so strong,
until you thought he had done you wrong.
The father you do not know,
left this world today.
Whispered your name with his last breath,
I hope he finds his peace in death.
In the maze of concrete and glass,
where tall buildings reach the sky,
rivers of money flow,
but only to the chosen few.
Below, a shadowy city exists,
filled with hard work and grime,
where dreams are just whispers,
lost in the cracks of old streets.
The rich, wrapped in fine clothes,
dance to the tune of hidden power,
leaders of a silent orchestra,
playing a song of silence and control.
Their laughter, touched with champagne,
drowns out the cries from below,
where rough, tired hands,
reach for fleeting hopes.
Halls of influence, slick with promises,
echo with the steps of the elite,
their words, hidden daggers,
cutting through the truth.
In this theater of lies,
curtains of wealth hide
the machinery of greed,
oiled by the sweat of unseen millions.
From high-rise penthouses,
they look down on a sea of struggle,
where the hungry feast on illusions,
and the thirsty drink from wells of despair.
Marble palaces stand tall,
monuments to ambition,
while shanties lean on faith,
held up by pillars of resilience.
Markets buzz with chaos,
colors blend in the bazaar of life,
where the weight of a single coin
can tip the balance of existence.
Yet, the streets remember,
each cobblestone a witness,
to the dance of disparity,
the waltz of inequality.
Children of the dusk,
eyes wide with innocence,
navigate the alleys of shadows,
their dreams painted in hues of maybe.
In the rooms where fortunes are made,
decisions are inked in secrecy,
pacts that seal destinies,
unseen hands shaping the world.
But in the heart of the storm,
a murmur grows,
a rhythm of defiance,
beating against the pulse of oppression.
Voices rise, a chorus of unity,
challenging the gilded throne,
for in the contrast of gold and dust,
lies the spark of revolution.
The streets, arteries of rebellion,
pulse with the lifeblood of change,
as the fabric of corruption
begins to fray at the edges.
In the end,
from the ashes of greed,
a new dawn will rise,
where the scales of justice
find their balance,
and the city of gold
is built on a foundation
of humanity's unyielding spirit.
for your love i would do any thing
for anything you ask is possible
anything you want, it is my desire
that you have it
even the stars are not asking too much
because i can whisper words to make you
know there already yours
the sun on a cloudy day is what you'd feel
from the warmth of my arms around you
the full moon on a dark night is what you'd
see when you think of where my love is;
always over you
the ocean with waves that say: more love,
more love, more love, more love with infinite power
that covers the shore ever more, ever more
the mountains that reach the sky
and valleys that make the floor
the trees that give us air
and flowers that we love
i would do anything for you love
any thing you ask is possible
for you to have everything you want is my desire
any thing you want (is possible)
some what amateurish but a good start in the early 90's
Ah, Wind, we've known each other so long.
While creatures run quickly from your side,
I've tried to find kindness in your song
but your howls become hard to abide.
You loudly roar blowing doors ajar,
trees bent weary by ceaseless pummel.
I hear your rumble, beginning far
announcing yourself, never humble.
Beneath blue skies, a rustle of leaves,
a gentle breeze stirring grains of sand.
Clever Wind sending Zephyr to tease
but we now know the tricks in your hand.
You can charm dust into whirling dance
spinning her round as dust devils fly.
Then do your best to spoil a romance
with your chuckle as they reach the sky.
Unmentionable tantrums and blows,
your foot stamping when you are annoyed.
Leveling towns, do you regret those
heartbreaks caused as you merrily toyed?
Sometimes forlorn, or is that a guise,
when quickly you stop, tempering voice?
is that sadness I see in your eyes?
With flashes of scorn, you make your choice.
April 23, 2023
for "Word Challenge--W Words" poetry contest
by Constance La France
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By clasping the lightning string
I reach the sky
Wondrous view there, I spy
Sitting on the fluffy clouds
I roam everywhere
Outspread clouds, my magic chairs
Crafting shapes out of clouds
I drive a dinosaur,
Sometimes rabbits, lion and omnivores
Goading the animals
I explore the sky's grandeur
And search for the heaven's door
Seeing a big dark black figure
I shout aloud
He does magnetize all the fluffy clouds
No shades of blue, all black now
I sit on top there
Wondering, is everything fair?
Suddenly the thunderstorms drum
I cascade down
As a raindrop and reaches a town
On seizing me
A child in the town, grins cheerfully
And the entire town, receive me gladly
Glimpsing above
On seeing the dark black figure, they bow
Gratitude for having his darshan, they show
Not all angels wear white dress
Plenty of them are in disguise
I perceived!!!
September 18 2021
*Darshan : an opportunity to see or an occasion of seeing a holy person or the image of a deity.
I want to howl, run and flee,
not to watch what I don't see.
I want to rise, run and flee
not have to watch what's in the sea.
Tonight, I am like a seed unplanted,
blown by the wind.
I pray not to remember
that day in December,
when the grass was green
and I fell in love with you.
I wish to forget when my life
felt so soothing with you,
when we met under the sparkling moon,
that unique night in December.
I crave to forget how your eyes
used to close, whenever you kissed me,
forget the way your heart beat,
whenever you whispered in my ear,
how much you loved me.
Forget how you used to rest
your head on my shoulder,
tell me words I wanted to hear,
forget it was only you
who could make me sigh.
Help me forget. It was only you
who could illuminate
my darkness,
it was you who could thrill
my heart with love.
I have to forget. It was only you,
who could sway me to understand
how to grant my reverie
become real.
Let me forget how each night at twilight
we would pray for the evening,
to be just the two of us,
dream of the days send
just to be together.
Forget how our sweet souls
would reach the sky, touch each other
until we could no more endure,
but make love.
Help me forget how my dreams
started to develop a sweet sensation,
than previous ones, after I laid eyes on you,
that day in December.
Forget how dancing with you
was almost charged with electricity
whenever we touched.
Let me forget, how you appeared
that day in December like an illusion,
when the light went on.
Suddenly, my life was shining,
nothing was normal when I knew
you were the one and only,
forty five years ago.
Tonight, we became separated shadows.
Tomorrow, will become hollow circumstances.
You left me sinking in my tears.
Therese Bacha
March 15 2014
People say that they know,
Then she asks them is that so?
Do you know how I feel?
Do you measure every meal?
What it's like to take a shot,
At 7 o'clock on the dot?
You don't know a single thing,
Of the girl with a broken wing.
She's limited on her food,
Which puts her in a real foul mood.
When her blood sugar suddenly drops,
She all of a sudden flips and flops.
She can't even stand up strait,
She thinks that she might actually faint.
You people think you understand,
The most you can do is lend a hand.
Diabetes is no joke,
She can't even have a single coke.
She and her mom worry every day,
They wonder if she'll be okay.
Her bloodsugar can drop really low,
She can instantly become a real big foe.
It can even go really high,
She swears that it can reach the sky.
So for the people that say they know,
I ask them now, is that so?
Tropical quadra plateau, Amazing bright sunny,
Glided waterfall Carrying happiness in their gunny.
Long nodding flower's joyously plumed,
Everbody waving happily, the herald bloomed.
Eureka, I love this heaven on earth!
Hazy perished hills, houses trenching at the outskirts,
Swaning over to the fluctuating peak of mountains, roosted with struts.
Orchid waftured, Clinging on to the cluster of flowers,
Precipitated rain was about to shower.
Gosh, it Stimulated my soul!
King of beast, sucking the sweet tempting fragranced juices,
Solitary alienate species including Honey bees mused badly abuses.
Fluttered wings, Struggling with them, Leisurely travelling my journey.
Fitnessed physically as if I am in an defensing army.
Situation turned to be horribly muddle,
Tremendously, I wanted to sort and excitedly cuddle!
Proud to have an Airfoiled wings of mine,
Antennate feature you prissily shine.
Rainbowis passion lying inside me,
Resourcefully mingled with music and dance, happening besides me.
Whoa,People got entranced!
People jeopardize the innate beauty,
Relishingly wanna do my duty.
Actuating my arms, Ventured to fly high.
Intended inspiration wanted to reach the sky.
Weaving the web spiderman thirstily trying me to catch.
Escaping from them I ran, prevented myself from getting snatched.
Ohhh,They had a Hostile faction accord!
Nature's beauty aspiringly propelled me.
Blowing wind, tactily sensisizing my skin,
Blushing cheeks, spilled the bean.
Nocturnal creatures will wake in the dark,
Aerophilically dangling around the shruby bed,before they bark
Stopping by sayonara, continuing my next stigmatic destiny!
By Madhavi
Lets start with DO (Dough}
Then go RA Me
I’m hillbilly as you can see
Little fa and a great big SO
LA is forever in my soul
TI as in time it is getting late
Do as in don’t forget your fate
DO
RA
ME
FA
SO
LA
TI
DO
Put a w at the end of dough
D to b and you will have a bow
Since I have no idea what I try to do
A little shape in the middle for you
Start with it deep - End with it high
Find the sweet spot - And reach the sky
Dough on the bottom - Dough on the top
Master the scale the Dough doesn’t stop
The inventor of Solfege don’t you know
Is a beautiful person with a delightful soul
For Izzy's contest though I have no
idea at all if this is even in the ball
park at all.
My darling
Time is no longer on our side
Since your car crash we have no money
For you are no longer able to work
If I can’t find a job I may have to go on the run
The debts are piling up so high they almost reach the sky
Brain damage has taken its toll on you
I wish you were able to speak to me
But all as long as you can still breathe …
That is the most important thing
I still visit you every day
Talking to you about our once happy life
Trying to jog your memory
Do you remember the time we saw the total eclipse
Together we saw the dark side of the moon
Oh what memories it conjures up
Don’t give up the fight
It’s not your time to go to the great gig in the sky
Babe, its you and me not us and them
If you should leave me my darling
I will remember your request …
No black at your funeral
You said wear any colour you like
No matter what happens I will love your forever
Contest:- Album Tracks Tell Stories
Sponsor:- James Fraser
18th August 2015
Album 1 chosen ~ Dark Side of the Moon – Pink Floyd
TRACKS used: Speak to Me/ Breathe, On the Run, Time, The Great Gig in the Sky, Money, Us and Them, Any Color You Like, Brain Damage, Eclipse
You must have heard
People say
You can't do that right
Do what you may!
Cry a little, try a little
Walk an extra mile
Do not give up your smile
They judge your actions
Repress your thoughts
Mock your failures
Asking questions of all sorts
Explain a little, fight a little
Have your moments of solitude
Do not give up your attitude
Achieving success doesn't always mean
To make an influence
It is to still strive harder
And not to lose your essence
Fall a little, crawl a little
But do get up with your head held high
Do not give up till you reach the sky
It may happen so
Your desires may fall at your feet
Lose not your hope
Make sky your limit
Wish a little, aim a little
Though you may fall apart at the seams
Do not give up your dreams.....
With the changing seasons,
I’m the deepest green, sometimes dry and brown
I ‘m tall and wave when the wind blows
Or sometimes short when I am freshly mown.
I’m like a green thick lush blanket
Sometimes used in sports fields
For golf, football or cricket, baseball and softball
I am very durable with contact play.
Warmed by nascent sun gentle rays
They walk on my uniform soft blades
With confidence, giving-way under their feet
Sometimes I’m damp and cool.
If, I’m brown and dry stubble
A crunch beneath their feet you will hear.
I reclaim the earth and thrive.
My shoots stand tall to reach the sky.
I so enjoy the brightness of the day
And cool air after fresh rain-shower.
I shelter earth and insects and what matters
And maybe a dandelion or two in the spring.
8/25/2023
Every night, the Owl look at the sky and sees the Moon
the moon seem lonely and sad
She feels symphaty for the moon
over the time symphaty turns into love
deep love
So she flies into the sky
leaving the earth and the people who love her
just to be with her beloved Moon
and when she reach the sky
she sees beautifully shining moon surrounded by twinkling stars
But the Moon doesn't even look at her
At the end, she wanted to return to the Earth
But her wings had been broken, so do her heart
Now she had nowhere to go and nowhere to return
Nightingale sings to herald spring,
I watch nervous fledglings take to wing.
Children build sandcastles that reach the sky,
parents sunbathe on the beach -
summer holiday fun!
The busy farmer never stops,
works from the break of dawn.
He’s harvesting the golden crops
of barley, oats and corn.
filigree snowflakes
gently blanket flowerbeds -
robin redbreast chirps
crystalline 8,9 syllables
kimo 10,7,6 syllables
quatrain 8,6,8,6 syllables
haiku 5,7,5 syllables
All checked with how many syllables
A combination of forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
03/26/22
I still hear the sound of truth whispering clear.
Every part inside of me says not to remain here.
So I will take another step far away.
I'm moving closer to the edge of day.
I have been falling to far out of line.
But this contempt shall no longer be mine.
I will shroud my face in ever lasting breath .
For at any moment I could meet the bringer of death.
There can't be freedom in the flags of fear.
It's time for me to recognize what isn't clear.
And so I will hold my head up for lasting grace.
As fleeting moments leave without a trace.
It's time for me to understand what's inside.
When I do I shall never again let it hide.
I'm still walking forward to the edge.
I gaze beyond a tangled, endless ledge.
I open up my arms to reach the sky.
Releasing all I knew that became a lie.
And now I stand before my fate.
I let go the last whispers of my hate.
Finally I let my soul return to what is free.
It's time to let the world know what I have come to be .