Best Redeemable Poems
My heart?
You have always owned that,
I'm surprised you didn't know.
Its flow?
How do I explain without being unkind,
simply, its flow is mine.
There's the barb, my vision puts me on a different flight
I own a non redeemable ticket...a ticket I clutch.
Love and age walk hand in hand.
I've had my sunrise...walking with resolve to my sunset.
I spent too much of my time trying to reach the horizon
now, happy to enjoy the sky's perfect joint with its mate.
Searching for that pot of gold? Some do...but not me.
That sort live with regret. They chased the lie, missed the rainbow.
Not I...I am happy to enjoy the breeze...cool and invigorating.
My heart? You own that. You always will.
At the fork...recently, I chose a different path.
I've looked behind me, I've looked ahead...I'm sorry, my love,
I just don't see you there.
09/19/2014
Categories:
redeemable, conflict, love,
Form:
Free verse
Repulsive Slumber
Down the basement,
not a single color of envy,
flat-lines, are standing still all around.
The stillness is suffocating,
everything coming my way.
Different from,
the morals,
of my old organize ways.
"Still Round The Corner There May Wait,
A New Road Or A Secret Gate." ~~J.R.R. Tolkien~~
In certainty!
Someone will help me dismantle this knowledge!!
A movement so loud that bleeds,
irritating metal in the open wide.
Time standing still
pushing,
tossing the dice.
Sleep walking in a slow pace,
paralyzed and lost in a smoky haze.
So blurred, my perception slips.
The concept is so untouchable,
Finding peace, I find the thrills,
I conquered.
Screaming! I wake up,
Tangible evidence, released.
Rough, pillows, invade me.
I follow my guts,
I finally found the right feelings...
Exhaling one final breath, I freeze it!
Avoiding the demons!
Impossible, slumberous visions,
entering the atmosphere ,
thickened, loud voices, ~ "WANT TO BE HEARD!"
Sliding into my slumber,
locked in one solid dream.
My slumber,
I lay so quietly,
Voiceless, still I feel.
So repulsive, still redeemable.
My slumber,
dry like black soap.
Stillborn, yet still breathing!
Stillborn, yet still moving!
Reaching for the ceiling,
and I try hard not to dream.
An empty pyramid, winding up to a new start.
Imperceptible pencils in my slumber, beneath me.
Now I am in wonder,
breaking my mind with this,
from all the solidness.
Only I can revolve around this light.
Taking hard cold metal,
stabbing it behind me.
My repulsive slumber.....
an ongoing punishment with dark fantasies.
by;p.d.
Dedicated to NIKKOS... poem *Elusive Dreams*
Categories:
redeemable, dedication, slam,
Form:
Epic
Words demand be written.
Ink begins to flow.
Sentences form.
Thoughts race.
Like raindrops down a window.
There's a lake in my mind
And it's always raining.
Where does the water escape?
Where can words go?
They flow through my veins,
Like blood or poison.
They sustain me
Destroy me.
Can I find a place to rest?
Who can save me?
Am I redeemable?
The words flow to my fingers,
Like water through the veins of a rock.
I am no longer in control.
Sometimes it makes sense.
Sometimes I am crazy.
Sometimes, the words refuse to fit.
They are either territorial or
They combine and the sentences form.
No matter what, all I know, is that
Words demand to be written,
Ink begins to flow.
Categories:
redeemable, dark, longing, sad, writing,
Form:
My mind is haunted again.
By my poetry gnomes.
Plagued with imaginary men.
Filling up my empty homes.
Inside this head.
Chained to my mind.
Sleepless in a dirty bed.
Nothing redeemable to find.
No sympathy.
Nothing to care about.
Just my apathy.
But that's nothing to gloat about.
Looking up at the dusty walls.
Illusions and stones.
Watery graves of make believe falls.
Presence of my loans.
Offering to my sacrifice.
Piece of mind.
Seclusion - my only vice.
Within my images, I get intertwined.
Categories:
redeemable, art, on writing and
Form:
Rhyme
Ah! The poetic soul –
indeed a beloved symphony
to image and caress;
a painting only a master's
hand could render, thus
profess, each stroke the
hand of angels and gods
at their worst and best
the poetic soul a vessel,
a Eucharist the poet alone
can fully address, approach
the sacred wine within,
tilt such divine vessel toward
his trembling lips, with words
overflowing – and loudly
confess: I am guilty! Unrepentant!
And the world can have
your redeemable rest....
Categories:
redeemable, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
When you’re the mom you carry the purse,
That’s the natural rule of the universe.
To a mom a purse is more than a bag,
It’s a safety net when the world starts to sag.
The pockets hold things that her family might need,
Like a granola bar with sunflower seed.
There’s a half eaten cookie and a clean pair of socks,
And a tool her grandfather gave her to set cuckoo clocks.
There’s a broken dolly in need of repair,
And a bright orange scrunchie to pull back her hair.
There are aspirins and band-aids and a coupon book,
Redeemable for vacations that never got took.
And way at the bottom is a memory of a girl,
Who would dress so young and gaily twirl.
In those days she carried a purse so small,
A dainty little bag hardly anything at all.
As she takes out the memory and starts to go through it,
She breaks out in a grin because there’s a sucker stuck to it.
She remembers what that girl wanted most for her life,
Was to one day be a mom and a good man’s wife.
Each memory she touches she remembers with pleasure,
And each item she carries becomes a small treasure.
That’s why when you’re the mom you carry the purse,
It’s the natural rule of the universe.
Categories:
redeemable, funny, mom, memory, memory,
Form:
Light Verse
The lightning strikes and all is dark,
the Lock Ness Monster is about to embark
on a journey along the ocean’s shore,
more diligent and courageous than before.
She is strength and beauty combined,
a delicate creature, so hard to find.
Her head crept above the water quiet yet stark.
She strolled through the mounts with might,
ready for the battle of any nightly fight.
No one could mess with the immense Lock Ness,
and I admire her colossal power nonetheless.
She’s redeemable, stupendous and severely tough,
wearing leather skin so resilient and rough.
She’s my favorite mythical creature, I must confess.
Brawn and firm with a head that slithers,
her veins always hydrated, they never wither.
Fading under the moonlight she slides under water,
sleek and stealth like her mother taught her.
Never stops swimming, she’s aquatic that way,
only pries at night, never during the day.
Never once has a great white shark fought her.
Long necked with stamina and vitality,
with an original and intense personality.
Muscular and sturdy with gazing eyes,
a tawdry creature with a slippery disguise.
Potent by nature with energy and force,
always swimming on the righteous course.
She’s got a puissant form, intelligent and wise.
The lightning strikes and all is dark,
her head crept above the water...
quiet yet stark.
Loch Ness Poetry Contest
January 4th, 2017
Categories:
redeemable, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
"is this ticket redeemable"
Once I thought that
poems had faces
whose silent plans
offer checkered meditations,
who weave endings
to hope´s beginnings,
whose raw robust smiles
explode in dizzy contemplations,
who unravel strings of time
into quantum fits of rhyme.
Then I saw that
Songs are
A singing
Where I
From my
Self-
Emerge
Unstating myself
(abandoning grammar as
prepositions avoid place)
I say
(failing to claim that time
gave birth to nothing) that my!
“God
(being an adverb)
I missed the boat”
Categories:
redeemable, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
I want to hold time in my pocket
Hide it away for another day
Pull it out maybe put it on a locket
Observe my cache in the shade
Store away my redeemable hours
The minutes, the seconds
Even in the heaviest of showers
Look how they glisten; I reckon
This could all be for nothing
But surely many I beckon
With my siren song of endless time
Categories:
redeemable, time,
Form:
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
the colour pink from
the fading blushing cheeks
of broken angels
breath sucked away
school bells toll death
dark creatures Dementors
pistol legions burning parades
constant and strong
now fly in weekly
through open doors
Le Diablo pats the ombré backs
of quacking leaders
their passive bills carrying bullets
too late the redeemable exchange
as the world is painted black
days of darkness
forget the colour grey
hearts cut on silent shores
watch the horror unfolding
shocked for words
terrified sorrow turns appalled
the nightmare never goes away
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
suffer the little children
its beautiful ones
harmonies all slaughtered
innocent symphonies
silenced in scores
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Luke 18:15-17
Matthew 18:10-14
Categories:
redeemable, children, grief, humanity, innocence,
Form:
Free verse
Time heals
Promising closure
Shrinking scars like popping bubbles
As it prepares our gift
Times benefaction is objectivity to our past
Building an awareness of yesteryears
Defogging our vision for truth
Generously donating our package of clarity
Time lies only to those
who misuse its precious moments,
Lines entrenched on our face
can devour redeemable blemishes
By gracefully accepting our package
healing eyes can widen to witness dissipating mist
Time promises blessed tomorrows
Let us put away our spinning wheels
plunge forward with our lesson
accept our bequest from Time, and yes!
We will have morning smiles
Categories:
redeemable, introspection, life, time, visionary,
Form:
The Good Samaritan
Man born of woman is born of a few days and full of trouble;
Many people have good and bad inside them
Do you honor them that spitefully use and abuse you always
Do you go through live with a smile
Did I say thank you always when I receive
Dis I hold you when you were in pain and sorrow and disbelieve
Did I give you some money when I had any hardly
The Good Samaritan
You were a panhandler on the corner
Did I row down the window and give you some money
It's not about if you were honest or really homeless
The Good Samaritan
You were elderly did I offer to walk you cross the street
Your a lackty yak over-talking children won't be quiet but your sweet
You are homeless beggar with no food to eat
Will you be a good Samaritan
Did you pray for the man who cut you off
Did you pray for that soul that cussed you out
Did you vote for just a man for some of your liberty and...
The Good Samaritan
Did you say God bless you for the Klan and North Korea
Why cause all souls are redeemable
Did you kiss your loved one before the street lights come on
The Good Samaritan
Did you hold the door open for all females
Did you tell your wife, your husband daily you love them
Everyday and every-night do you acknowledge Him
The one whom can save your soul
Now good is the opposite of bad
And bad that's what the devil is
and is is what you want to be just and a
Good Samaritan
NO man's perfect but we all can be thankful and stride to be a
Good Samaritan
It's not about getting or receiving it's bout loving and sharing let all be
Good Samaritan
It's not about getting, but giving and helping come on and be...a
Good Samaritan
12/01/17
FOR CONTEST: THE GOOD SAMARITAN
Sponsored by : Craig Hawkins
Categories:
redeemable, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, caregiving,
Form:
Free verse
I
am
the
voice
in
the
early
twilight
calling.I
am
the
voice
that
cried
in
the
dusk.
Am
the
limbs
shaking
and
the
lungs
convulsing.
I
own
the
tongue
that
cracked,the
lips
that
parched
and
the
running
nose
behind
the
dank
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
among
equals
whinning
among
few
unequals.
My
spine
bears
the
many
whose
rags
twist
my
neck
and
I
bend
her
back
and
our
fate
coil
side
by
side
in
one.
In
one
our
spalour
binds
us;mine
a
dirty
stool
a
swollen
limb
and
they
said
PEM
too.She
has
the
heart
beat
bleeding
hot
blood,the
callused
soles
cracking
and
they
sterile
nodule
pleading
in
vain
servility
behind
the
black
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
now
mewling
in
the
crust
of
the
night
and
scorching
by
the
day.
I
lay
panthing
and
waisting
from
a
redeemable
curse.
Am
the
limbs
cippled
and
the
lungs
sneefing.
Am
not
the
fist
clenching
the
playcard...eyeing
the
lence,but
behind
the
mesh
wriggling
and
certainly
deing.
Am
not
Abiku's
emissary,but
I
die
with
the
corn
starch
dripping
from
my
lips
and
I
pass
the
stool
to
anothe
whose
fate
as
mine
lay
in
percent,whose
memoria
is
their
number
and
not
their
name.
Now
they
chant
the
elegy
over
tomorrows
cremains
and
my
voice
falls
into
a
diminuendo
and
shall
never
rise
again,but
my
bones
continues
to
whisper
behind
the
earth
in
sotto
voce.
Categories:
redeemable, tribute
Form:
Blank verse
Suffer me to fathom the sorrows
The unrighteousness of today's tomorrows
I shall not surcom to those pressures of life
I shall not give in to those valleys of demons strife
Render me on my pleas
I shall only go down
On my knees for my Father
And my Father's Name is Almighty
Almighty God
World of hate unacknowledged true love
The sinfulness of yours and mine
Redeemable but we're running out of time
Not give in to those valleys of demons strife
Render me on my pleas
I shall only go down
On my knees for my Father
And my Father's Name is Almighty
Almighty God
World and Satan may if I only allow
I speak it into existence
I will not let the world nor Satan knock me down,
down to my knees walking over me
I go down to my knees to Reverence Him my Father God
the All Mighty
God
Categories:
redeemable, appreciation, assonance, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Pastoral
Waxing and waning,
Giving and taking,
Walking and waving,
Using and making.
As the moon’s gravity pushes and pulls the tides by,
Your legacy, a single wave, is merely but a sigh,
But let this not be all, pull your waves up high,
Yes! high and mighty, as the hawk soars the sky.
Enlighten everyone with your bright side,
Ensure that your dark side is suppressed,
In trustworthy friends and wandering comets, you must confide,
Leave those that look upon your orbit impressed.
Push and thrash against your gravitational limits,
The best thing isn’t likely the thing you’re attracted to,
But like Finn and Sawyer in the books of Sam Clements,
It’s the people that pull you down and pick you up when your too high or blue.
Once a long time ago, you too were a growing crescent,
You had your entire cycle ahead of you, as free as a bird,
But let’s get real where time’s escaping, let’s get back to the present,
Use this time to give all those celestial bodies you did wrong, a redeemable word.
BB
Categories:
redeemable, metaphor,
Form:
Lyric