Best Read Between The Lines Poems
It was the point of a meaningless moon,
That being dealt life, its absolute gloom,
Vague stars shone hope to reposed past of Earth,
Dusk hath casts a crazed eve, pure hueless girth,
Joint lives of suave views have spread neath vain space,
Twain hearts of faint aims bent at an odd place,
Hath time rose, it was at a library,
Heartbeats are intact, waft of rare moon, free,
Scene set single swift shift that sways said lives,
When immortal kiss filled, hatched modern drives,
Flash of bliss, sum less than a week, pithy,
Souls warp sovereign time a dichotomy,
Ageless Sun o'er timeless Earth, midst readers,
Pave periods, us, episode writers,
Two; songbooks split, both sung; books wrote, both said,
A book close, ashes to ashes, rites read,
Ode paid, poet refrains, anew begun,
...Chapter One.
No regrets, separate lives lived since my first kiss experience, though death came at mid-life, both of us had a fulfilled life, and for that, I am content.
Indecision!
No need to read between the lines.
By Stanley Russell Harris
(the new mad author)
and (Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned)
No need to read between the lines.
There is nothing to be found.
Right way up, sideways, or upside down.
What you read is what you get.
There is nothing hidden and yet…
You are looking, I know you are.
Sorry, there is nothing, I know I am right.
As this is all what I do write.
Now day has turned into night.
So please digest what I have wrote.
As I lay here a simple bloke.
Although my writing, is not a joke.
Just read the words I did write.
They made no sense to me tonight.
Was just that writing bug, alright.
I thought, what the heck, I’ll let it write.
Although I have nothing to say!
That bug will write until its day.
I will, have the last word today!
Or was it night, I meant to say?
I always tell people, I don't worry much about what you're telling me. I'm more interested in what you're not telling me.
- Teboho Romeo Lekhalo
Call me...we'll have to get together for lunch...
( Do you think my eye rolling gave her a clue or a hunch?)
You look so good in red...
( I can't believe what I said!)
I surely remember you...
( You said you were who?)
I love seeing you every weekend...
( I wish it would end. Your driving me crazy)
( All my money you like to spend.)
I'd sure love to talk more...
( If you weren't such a bore.)
( if talk any longer I'm sure I will snore.)
Sometimes one needs to read tween the lines,
cause sometimes one's true intentions
are less than divine.
P.R.Deremer
Your thoughts are deep,
like Voltaire or Nietzsche
And you pen them
your insight, feelings, love, pain
But there is more to you
I read between the lines
Discover the thoughts and the process
look into the lines, the intricacy
Unravel the spirit and the soul
remove the veil so others can see
Let your heart be unbound
let it soar and love
I hope you find what you seek
what you write about, yearn for
Then write about that too
inspire others like you inspire me
No matter how I try,
I can’t forget.
An undying song it is.
When I close my eyes,
I see that awful picture.
I feel hurt.
Pain.
I try not to think of it.
Each time I do I tend to cry.
And though I laugh,
There’s no joy in my heart.
You took the knife of distrust,
And jabbed it into my heart.
Blood spilled for a love that I thought was real.
No matter how I try,
This wound won’t stop from bleeding.
This wound doesn’t seem to be healing.
And so I will live in shame,
Of a sin I took no part in,
But because of my love for you,
I am joined to you.
Your sins are my sins,
And my shame is your shame.
Deep down in my heart I hold you,
Every breath of you is delightful,
Didn't know that you are the one for me,
Every time I see you,
Every time I think of you,
Peace is inevitable when I am with you,
You can feel my love yet you don't see it,
Amazing it is "LOVE" 'complicated' but that's what makes it sweet.
Every written line in a poem,
Or in any favorite song;
There lies a deeper meaning
Of what is right or wrong.
Everyone is indeed entitled
To express his own opinion;
It makes him more mature
In giving self-interpretation.
The term 'ends of the earth'
Teaches time element;
'Ascending from the east'
Is all about shining moment.
Yes, even single or one word
May say a myriad of pictures;
Just like a solitary pen
Loaded with a million signatures.
Take note, a thousand years
May speak of a single day;
And a little worm's words
Tell its low status in gray.
Behold the wind blowing
Not fresh but hot in every corner;
It may be the outbreak of war
That happened the world over.
Inviting innermost thoughts
Live inside the writer's mind;
Muse them not in maze,
Read between the lines.
my heart
went slowly
tumbling
down
low
anger and rage filled my heart
I didn't exactly understand
but I didn't question why
I just cried
cried and cried until I had no cry left
I didn't bother to wipe my tears
they where too much to bear
nobody said it'd be easy
The ultimate test of the times:
United in togetherness
We stand tall with heads held high
Shoulders back
Chests out
Lined up straighter than arrows
With the forward mindset
Locked and loaded on
Our target for success!
Deal with this they said:
"Right is wrong and wrong is right
Up is down, in is out
What we once smiled at
Is now frowned upon."
Do I have your attention?
We have been educated
With the unbridled knowledge
Of our ancestors and the experience
Of our predecessors from the
Injustice they've suffered
But yet have soldiered on
Valorous in spirit.
Even though "Willie" still lives to this day.
Giving up or out
Isn't in our vocabulary
One hand reaches out to the next
And so forth and so on
We came here together
We fight here today
We leave when tomorrow comes
When there's no one left to stay
When rapturous spirits
Ascend into the Heavens
Or the "syndrome" never again sees
The light of day.
Do I still have your attention?
The reward is not a precious metal
But the feeling in your soul
As peace settles
And takes residence in your life.
Smiles and clear consciences
Aid in the balancing of educating
Youthful minds as they set forth
On their journey through life.
So when it's their turn to
Be called upon to continue on
They too will be
United in togetherness
Standing tall with heads held high
Shoulders back
Chests out
Lined up straighter than arrows
With the forward mindset
Locked and loaded on
Their target for success.
"What's forward is now backwards
It's every man for himself."
Do I still have your attention?
With one hand reaching out to the next
And so forth and so on
We have educated them
With the unbridled knowledge
Of their ancestors and the experience
Of their predecessors from the
Injustice they've suffered
But have soldiered on
Valorous in spirit.
Because in today's world
Where a society has embraced the negative
Allowed the unjustified killing of innocents
During "routine" traffic stops
Forever traumatizing families and
Blatantly decriminalizing witnessed guilt
Where known killers still walk the streets
And will never serve a day of time
A truthful insight is the only way
To keep our children ours.
We shouldn't have to
Read between the lines for anything
But now that you have
Isn't it worth your attention?
Something is happening under the sun;
Some are dying while others have fun.
Then you’d be offered when you still have enough;
Isn't it weird? Isn't it a bluff?
Reality is right there in the neighborhood.
All walks of life in the same old road.
And meet a fellow who’d ask for help;
The ear can hear but the heart is deaf.
It isn't easy to ask or beg
As it really takes a lot of nerve.
Some can utter; others just sigh
Or only mumble then chose to cry.
The simple truth of a helpless neighbor
Must be articulated to win a favor.
When frustration sits in after many tries
He’d be opted on some pretty lies.
If a grand is short for vanity
Would a dime be too much for charity?
Is it a fortune for man to lose
If on a beggar’s meal he’d be the host?
Is there a need to see a bended knee
To understand a neighbor’s plea?
If the heart is dimmed by indifference
It fails to read between the lines.
Date & Time of Writing:
February 3,2013
02:16p.m. - 04:32 p.m.
read between the lines
truth is told among the words
white space included
You’re reading through the book
But if you read between the lines
You’d know how I’d work.
Beaten, pushed and shoved to the ground, and yet still I stand,
But now I’m considering why I should conform to your twisted lies.
Bent into shape, but still not holding a place,
Falling behind, slipping through the cracks.
Nobody knows why, but if you read between the lines, you’d understand why.
Why do those planes
Paint lines in the sky,
Leaving grey toxic trails,
Leaving us wondering why?
And in between the lines you seek walking upon the sand
And in between the lines up upon the lands your walking
And in between lines we read those words
And in our minds our thoughts are read
In those lines words together makes sentences
Calling to the skies
Reaching up to Christ
Ever high for the Savior, save me save us
And as you(I, we) soar holding the keys
To the doors to your mansion
And to this reaction you need not anytime
Because you've already read between the lines
Calling to the skies
Reaching up to Christ
And in between the lines up upon the lands your walking
And in between lines we read those words
And in between the lines you seek walking upon the sand
And in our minds our thoughts are read
In those lines words together makes sentences
Because we're already read between the lines
1/4/18
Dedicated to and Inspired by Poetess SHERIFAT ADUKU
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.