Best Reachable Poems
Empty pack - no cigarettes,
but another pack has one.
Should she smoke it now?
Cigarette stained fingers
stroked the tube.
She teased her mouth with it,
unlit, but lighter reachable,
calming her a bit...
How rare is it to tease
oneself like this?
Five minutes, and resolve
dispersed. The flame flickered
admirably. (She saw it.)
Cigarette went gently to her mouth
and she drew breath.
Her nicotine heart thanked her once again.
8/28/2016
Categories:
reachable, longing,
Form:
Free verse
You have my voice that sings
My eye’s that love to see
My heart beating when it believes
My hand writing poetry of what should be
My steps walking boldly thinking of thee
My minds consumption of
vast amounts of time
My work that tries providing
Any attention that I can find
A victim of love
Happily and sadly am I
I am like Samson
Believing every lie
Being like Romeo
I’d surely die
What a substance is love
As reachable as the sky
With fears and rejection
That might cause my demise
My childish suffering
This disease called shy
Yet monotheistic my soul
Itself cries
Day after day this feeling
Will not die
Only one half of what
God says am I
Could you go with us,
My God and I
Could you put your hand under my thigh
Let me promise before I die
The climb of the mountian
That reaches your sky
Categories:
reachable, allegory, angst, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
Categories:
reachable, beautiful, england, history, spanish,
Form:
Rhyme
"We chase unreachable heights, in the hope to find happiness,
Only to find we are still the same, because in fact we are chasing ourselves."
(Triggered and inspired by a conversation this morning between Arthur Vaso and myself)
I have crashed many times over the past five years. Many, many times before realising I was chasing my own tail.
Does this mean that I don't crash anymore? On the contrary. I came back last week from a three-week stay in a mental hospital. Oh, I crash and when I do, I do it good and hard. Rock bottom, here I come.
Then what?
Realization is just a first step. It can also be the first hurdle, the one you never get over, that one that you will see in the distance and that becomes so BIG when you come near it, that it seems it will swallow you whole.
It's a first baby step.
What is unreachable? That is a first question everyone needs to answer for themselves. It's different for everyone, but we all share this: if we don't realize we are chasing a phantom, or our own tail, we will end up bitter and frustrated.
Unreachable for me (to make it less abstract) is:
- walking;
- playing the violin again;
- dancing again;
- speaking fluently;
- not feeling lonely;
- setting goals that jeopardize my mental and physical health.
Up until recently I tried to achieve the impossible by trying to reach every one of these goals. Seeing this list I think that everyone who knows me realizes that it's a list that is setting me up for failure. And I finally agree.
I used to try and aim for the impossible. And I admit it still feels a little like defeat by admitting I can never reach these goals. It made me deeply depressed at first, almost suicidal. But I am slowly learning to set new goals, little steps, small things that make me not only happy, but also proud of myself.
Like writing poems, alone or together with the marvellous poets I met here in Soup and among my other friends. Or finding out what fun sports are available in a wheelchair when you also have limited use of your arms. Or finding friends, even though my loneliness is innate (also something I needed to learn to accept.)
I still chase myself. But I set the reachable goal now that I finally found the truth: I am aiming for acceptance of self.
Comments and discussion greatly appreciated.
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January 22, 2017
Categories:
reachable, depression, destiny, inspiration, life,
Form:
Narrative
There is freedom in her beauty. A confidence that comforts me deep in my soul. I am in awe. Purely. She may as well be flying, I cannot take my eyes from her wings that spread wide as the sky. Her song is deep and disciplined; at her command. The places in my gut that ache she shares and makes words where there were none. It's as if we've known each other before. Pieces of our souls belong to one another. So extraordinary but reachable through the humanity in her eyes. A sadness a deepness that resonates with me. It is within me. Sadness within the womb of woman, scars on the heart always leave behind more than ruined tissue. She gets that. She gets me. A superstar, the world cannot take their eyes off her. She is a flame, the view of the ground from the roof. Inarguably gorgeous, striking whether in her bare feet or the latest fashion. Her sexy is audacious, admirably we watch, when it's over we are inspired to be sexier. With a flip of big hair she becomes demure without parting with her sexiness. She is what woman is. So feminine while so in charge. The stage rumbles underneath her feet. She smiles into the crowd. A smile that the millions of dollars of lights behind her cannot compete with.
A smile that speaks
Saying... there is no place she eos rather be.
Her love of melody of sing of the release that comes with belting out your feelings becomes my love. We are strangers but in a heavenly moment we become one.
Sisters of the soul. Girlfriends. Her greatest gift to me is her strength.
Categories:
reachable, black african american, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
He feared not his death,
because he came to know well,
Him who gave us all life’s breath.
He worked at his goal,
taking life’s problems in stride,
Humility was in him.
I remember him
smiling, laughing and patient,
as generous as could be,
adoring his wife,
happy for her attention,
Respectful of his children.
I was glad to be,
a part of that family,
even though for a short time.
I was too young then
to understand what Love is.
He showed me, I’m glad to say.
A real team player,
encouraging and docile,
Bedtime found him on his knees.
Joe knew his business,
and set reachable short goals,
His long range goal was heaven.
5/30/11
This tribute to my good friend Joe T. is my first of this Sedoka poem form which is
Japanese in origin. Six line stanzas 577577. Each stanza is called a Katauta.
I found it easy to communicate the desired message with this form.
Categories:
reachable, friendship
Form:
Sedoka
Whenever you feel lost
Or when you feel to reset
To look back and feel refreshed
Click the “Home” key
It’ll open the door to inner prosperity
A heart filled with joy
For there’s no place like home
When you feel like something is missing
Or you are missing something
You look through the woods and see a forest
You finally decide to run away, don’t!
Click the “insert” key
It’ll make space for a missing heart
A missing soul
Or a missing leter
Then the letter makes a word whole
No need to panic, insert!
Each time you feel you wronged someone
Or there’s something making you look or feel terrible
There’s a key called “backspace”
You can hit it way back to fix all the wrongs
All the mistakes that find you mistaken
Forgiveness is such a key, no, backspace
A sure way to fix things
Anytime you foresee danger
Trouble lingering ahead, impatiently waiting for you
You know you’ll lose it
You’ll lose her, him, them
Click on “delete”
It’s there to save you from the bad
It’s not gonna happen
It’s never gonna happen
Then you know you are safe
When you feel squashed and need to make way...
When things are compressed and you need to breathe
Take a walk and visit “space”
Bet you’ll need this guy as often
Might become great friends
Don’t be afraid, you need air
And space is there to give it to you
Sometimes, in order to go forward
One needs to reflect
See what you have, or have had
Some highlights or flashbacks
Can go a long way
You need “PrtSc”, print screen in full
To observe for you what you cannot
Through the naked eye of ignorance
Reflect, it’s a good part of moving on
One wouldn’t argue that
Now and again you could use a “tab”
From one place to another
Hop forward, this is a slow train
Why not adjust and keep the format most suitable for you
This is your life, take a tab!
Whatever life throws at you
You know you are the only one
Who is in possession of this special key
It’s a key to happiness
It’ll transport you to any place you ever want to go
It’ll give you anything you need, and want
This key has a name, like no other
“Ctrl” is the only key you can ever use whenever you want to
It’s never far from you
It’s on both your right and your left hand side
Always reachable, always available
You should try it sometimes
Life can be computerized
But what if a computer is personalized?
Categories:
reachable, cheer up, encouraging, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Soulless Windows
On the rain wet pavement I stand
The cold memory chills my heart
In the third floor window no glass
Just soulless boarded grey eyes
No laughter reverberate the walls
or children’s chatter to lighten air
disturbing unknown neighbours
The scent of your love lingers on
interwoven with cloying sad decay
Walls remain but you are long gone
to a new life somewhere far away
not reachable to my inner self
That you are lost makes me bitter
but I understand why you had to go
Why did you not take my memories
that force me unbidden to return
to this cold rain splattered street
You are still in our empty apartment
1st in Contest Empty Apartment
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Categories:
reachable, lost loverain, me, rain,
Form:
Free verse
you feel. you touch. you hear. you see.
you believe it is real and nothing can persuade you otherwise. you then base your efforts on your belief. you pour your heart and soul into a little jar until it is overflowing with affection. you thought that you placed this jar on a shelf up high. but, contrary to your judgment, the jar was, in fact, still reachable. you do not realize this until you watch him reach for it. you then begin to feel uncertainty. once you realize what his intent is with your jar, this reaching begins to seem like an eternity. first, you fight for it. then, you recognize that there is no reversing. lastly, you surrender your jar. you watch it leave his hand with rapid force. your little jar plunges to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. there, on the floor, lies what was left of your heart. all passion, devotion, and respect- demolished. your stomach begins to turn. you feel queasy. unfortunately, there is no cure. you are now in a dangerous state of mind. your consideration for unhealthy things has reached its utmost. you lie in bed, one hand on your abdomen, and one hand on your heart, paralyzed.
“sweet dreams,” he tells you.
Categories:
reachable, analogy, farewell, heartbreak,
Form:
A sad day of remembrance
awaken in the hours of the nights
praying and searching for answers
nobody is reachable
during the time of the sympathy
the people gather to pay their respects
later on in the journey of life
you find yourself neglected
where are they? You are alone
everyone's has gone
you find yourself continue in praying
God give me grace
after all, is over
loved one is gone
cover me oh Lord, in your arms
life is hard to move on
time passes by, the tears and cries
God can see you through
for all that you do
trust in God with all of your heart
you are never alone
although everyone has moved on
God sits high on the throne.
Categories:
reachable, care, cry, death, encouraging,
Form:
Blank verse
Memories and dramas replaying through the night
Some dreams are so beautiful and unbelievable
Others take you through a night’s journey of fright
They can be so powerful and conceivable
I wonder if dreams are trying to make things right
Making those little parts inside of us reachable
Keeping that light inside of us glowing bright
Taking moments of life makes them teachable
Edward J Ebbs - 09/01/12
Written for a Contest, What Dreams Are Made Of
Categories:
reachable, adventure, analogy, angel, beautiful,
Form:
Quatrain
Why is it called 'Black History Month'
Black means void of light
why because we are nonwhite
this should be voted out
because the name Human Race
carries more weight
Sure, I understand
it is a way of denouncing the browner skinned man
Why is it there are tanning booths
for the lighter or paler skinned people of the world
they would rather call us 'boy' or 'girl'
Well, the fact remains we are really the majority
who else is given one entire month to give high esteem to for the accomplishments
of the so-called minority
In all actuality every time that you use your dryer thank G.T. Sampson
or stop at a traffic light thank G. Morgan
you are thanking God Almighty for blessing the person who you call 'black' for the ability to create these valuable worthwhile necessities
So, when you hear of someone having an open heart surgery thank the man of the human race with the browner skin for being the first to perform the first one
Ah, the victories we have won
do not frown
do not fret God will get you, yet
to admit that deep in your heart
we all play a part
in the world being 'it takes all kind to make it go around'
no one is better than the next
however, when you get ready to text
think about Mr. H.T. Sampson who invented it for your leisure
pleasure maybe even a luxury
Or when your horse needs a shoe say a silent 'thank you' to J. Ricks
Can we all just get along
became a catchy realistic reachable phrase from a lighter skinned man who was beaten almost to a bloody pulp for being a man you called 'black' by those of a different shade of skin
jealousy, hatred, discrimination, alienation, poverty, hunger, envy, degradation and demoralization has been shared even experienced by all race
the Human Race
Categories:
reachable, betrayal, black african american,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
There she sits, a "Black Bird on a wire"
On wings repose "she sings of light"
"Broken People" gather beneath her
People who have seen the "Faces of Storm"
Accused, Yet "guilty of innocence"
I become an "Unaware Witness"
"Forever by your side" I will remain
Perhaps you can teach me "the art of understanding"
For you let the "Butterfly Rise" with grace
One of many "miraculous secrets"
After all these years "I am still waiting"
Searching for answers "behind cryptic doors"
I sit in the silence of "Solitude's Embrace"
Leaving me with more "Observations of ponder"
The dark was such a "Seductive Predator"
Why do I feel alone, is it a symptom of "my lacking"?
You my dear Blackbird- you are "Prettiness Defined"
"The Sowing" yours, it defines you.
"Yesterday you were my Garden"
Together we discussed many "painstaking views"
I remember taking a breath, "bewildered of all you emanate"
"Black Bird on a wire" tell me your secrets!
As I look into your eyes, our "hearts converse"
"I want to know" am I really here?
A"Midnight Butterfly" Beating my wings for you
"Make Love to Me"
Let us fly to the sky, "Discovering Forever"
On our way to "a reachable happiness".
It is done!
Thanks to those who contributed
Mystic Rose
Kim Patrice Nunez
John Lawless
Jan Allison
Broken Wings
M.L. Kiser
Rotten Apple
Catie Lindsey
Debbie Guzzi
Eve Roper
Yanny Widjanarko
Cecilia Macfarlane
Tim Smith
FJ Thomas
Casarah Nance (special honor, part of title!)
Peter Duggan
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Julia Ward
Eileen Manassian
Eileen sent a soup mail with her title "Make Love to Me".
Our Queen of Passion was trying to stump me.:0)
I think it adds a bit of ooh la la!
Categories:
reachable, baptism, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION - collab with JA Fraser
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
Categories:
reachable, beauty, corruption, death, history,
Form:
Rhyme
A flower is like heaven.
It is with us for such a short time.
Although heaven is eternal, it is fleeting.
We cannot grasp the significance sometimes.
We can’t see the truth for the beauty?
Life is a puzzle for sure.
Maybe God wants us to figure it out for ourselves?
But man is a vain creature, he only wants the reachable.
The unreachable is fleeting but still there.
I can see it sometimes in my dreams, reaching out to be grasped.
I sleep, I reach, I grasp, I hold, I wonder, I marvel, I wake, I lose.
Categories:
reachable, allegory, allusion, beauty, dream,
Form:
Verse