Best Release Poems
Heart Release
Oh how I have tried to push you away
......Fear
Escaping into daydreams and fantasy
Purposeful intentions and made-up agendas
Pretending you were unimportant
Something to avoid
Chocolate chip cookies and Chardonnay
Softened your advance
Pushing you down
Your effervescence rising from the depths
Clinging to me like morning mist on the seashore
Oh how I long to know you
Almighty Fear
Come to me
Dance with the molecules of my soul
Become me
For we share one breath
Let me embrace you
Jump into my arms
My child
Let me caress your intention
For lifetimes I have sought
To push you away
Not recognizing or being ready
For the messages you deliver
My heart is open now
My ego silent
I welcome your arrival
I grasp your hand
I swim in your torrent
Twisting and turning
Making my way
I allow upheaval
Grief and tears
Unlocking buried treasures
Unearthing promise
Welcoming rebirth
I feel you beckon me onward
Traveling with you to Astral planes
Far beyond this Universe
Through darkness and mist
Witnessing the outer glow
Of dying stars
Flickering flames reinvented
Into birthing baby seeds
Cocoons of life opening
New forms spring into
Consciousness
White yellow glow
Fluttering velvet softness tickles the air
My senses alive
You have become my partner
I encircle you now old friend
You inhabit my soul
Riding this wave of life
Grateful for you
Fear
Under the storm clouds
the rain starts to
wash away
Creating streams
that carve through earth
and broken stone.
Sometimes everything
has to be
eroded and
worn away
so you can find
the solid ground
that was there
all along.
Sometimes it takes
a heavy downpour
to reveal that
small, clear
and steady
spring of peace
within your heart.
Sometimes with
the splintered remains
of the old bridge
you've crossed before,
someone has crafted
something new
from the weathered wood
of your own story.
You are not drowning
you are learning to swim.
A dark rainbow rules my life.
When will it ever be sunny and bright?
There is no cool breeze on this hot day.
The dark rainbow comes out to play.
Where is the ruler of peace and love?
Who is hiding the colorful rainbow of above?
The ruler of the dark rainbow is myself, you see.
The only one to take that away, is me.
Pain had I ignited bright
Through my silence, had my hurt worsened
Denied conversations with all for superficial reasons, I had
Forgetting that love was my life
And people were my love
As I danced, did I repent
Slower were my motions
An expression of joy, had my face not worn
Though the subtlety, left all indifferent
Seen me as myself, they had
The scarring in my body, was concealed
Each hand grasped, healing another wound
My ignorance, claimed no mask
If my words you could not hear, they were not yours
A norm had I created, to destroy myself
Though forgiveness, had been a gift received
Grudges, were there none to find
Every gesture, a reconciliation for me
Hatred, was there none to emit
A wealth of moments, had been created
Unity had proved solid, through the rhythm
A spectacle, had the front created
Humanity at its best, is when material is undesired
My hate almost undone, through the arms of strangers
Caged my heart had I, for many months
Its beats' restrictions, pleading to stop
My acknowledgement, had been in vain
Torture did I sought more to inflict
Until your beauty was mine to behold
In your movements, was my heart freed
Your existence, I refuted as an absence
Success was inevitable through my acts
Than upon your face, my eyes fell
And my love, had been remembered again
All that was true, had I sighted in your acceptance
Swaying with you, transited my apologies
Healed my hate, had dance
Enabled reconciliation, had each hand
In swaying with you, had my love been freed
Hold onto life, my little leaf,
in spite of pain,
in spite of grief;
and, when the wild winds rape the bough
till trembling more than now,
you almost lose your grip:
hold yet to life.
Hold onto life, though brittle brown,
remains alone of life’s fair gown;
for Spring must come again, I know
and warm your roots ‘neath melting snow;
you cannot give up now:
hold still to life.
Hold onto life, through life seems past,
and though the lots have all been cast;
for somewhere Summer walks in green
and somewhere Love crowns her queen
who knew him not below:
hold on, then, go.
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
There was once an old man from Altoona
Who decided to cast for some tuna
'Twas a mermaid he landed
He sighed saying off-handed
"How I wish I had caught her much soona!"
Oh! How I would love to make her my bride
But I'm old, grizzled and gray and, beside
'Twould be my usual luck
She'd take up with some young buck,
So I will release her at next high tide
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Two Sea Themed Limerick" Contest
(27 July 2019)
TOOK 3D PLACE IN THE CONTEST
I stand trembling,
Writhing in apprehension
When I hear you sigh through your teeth
As you rush past me
Bubbling now,
My stomach swirls
My spine warms me with shivers
And my heart wants desperately to lift
The further you go,
The more every part of me sinks
I nibble my lip to fight the tears
To wrestle the heat in my cheeks
To resist releasing the boiling bile inside
Then, you return
From the corner of my eye, you draw near
I waver whether to wait or go
Then, you happen
You are there, and absolutely nothing
Makes sense
The sun is raging
The room is blurry
You stand there, shockingly clear
Uttering quick your nervous words
Eons pass in a second
And I am still standing there, ancient as dust
Feebly, frantically, I reply, but you…
You have already disappeared…
The bold doors closing,
No uncertainty in their arctic shut
The release thereafter is beyond
Torturous
I feel no relief
Only despairing resolve
Embrace your life
and all it brings to you.
Don’t simply “be.”
Get up and DO.
Release all hate
that might dwell in your heart.
Forgive; move on . . .
Each day is a new start!
Embrace your loved ones.
Always let them know
how dear they are.
Love’s light must always glow.
Release hard feelings.
When your life is done,
release and then . .
EMBRACE the living Son.
May 10, 2021
I have no idle time to spare
to just sit, rest and stare
Leisure, a word I literally define
into my world I can trace no sign
a body in motion.. a brain absorbed
beauty blurred.. life confined
The Muse of poetry, the soul is the abode
do I need my ink to upload?
*****
My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
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A past lingering sweet incense
feeding the inner self with sense
As for now, prevailing is the scent of evil
human nature slipping into upheaval
Souls roaming.. dry are their wells
unspirited shapes.. empty shells
There is fire that burns not kindles
the voice of heart fades and dwindles.
*****
My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
*****
Hiding within words magic strain
bonding with stories penned out of pain
I learnt to understand and withstand
a living human not in human hand
I was once made quite aware
of one answer to Humanity welfare
Put aside your words and thoughts
restore your nature.. untie your knots
Nature immunes your body and spirit
bliss and peace, a reward on your merit.
*****
My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
Nearing four hundred years
of living in captivity
Solar eclipse aspirations
has been my people’s enduring
ebony destiny
Almost four hundred years
of divided slavery:
chains seen and chains invisible
Hellish experience of double trouble
Self-congratulatory proclamations
of emancipated release
were accompanied by chains slapped on the brain,
having a tighter squeeze
We were taught
when our alabaster masters
raised the white flag,
we were to bend the knee
Surrender our wounded pride,
and serve the coin of the realm
Give the faces of authority
full submissive servitude,
hold not back labor of the sweat due
We were commanded to give total flag loyalty;
hand over heart obedience
to the strange god who conquered us,
and put our bodies in a cotton coffin field to grieve
We learned to love the sound
of the drag of the chains
It gave sonorous rise
to the voice of our slave dreams
After nearly four hundred years,
we still sing:
Lord, help us endure
the skin sting
and the humiliation pain
of our idol suffering
Let our parched lips
drink long of Exodus liberty
when the Son reign
In the year of release,
let the land be filled
with the sound of jubilee
Nearing the end of
four long generations of undying faith
We believe our bulrush tears
are gonna be Messiah-soothed wiped away
When we no longer hear
Massa shout “Boy” blues,
with his little bald eagle horn blowing
Scarlett O’Hara sour slavery notes
forever gone with the wind
And when we see the white flag lowering,
we shall rise
joyously at captivity’s end
Don’t baby your babies when they are five.
Don’t carry them into kindergarten.
Kindergarten is for learning.
Kindergarten is for sharing.
Share your woes with adults.
Share your philosophy with friends.
Friends make the world palatable.
Friends are good for your child.
Child, be your best self.
Child, use please and thank you.
Thank you for letting your babies grow.
Thank you for not carrying them into kindergarten.
Kindergarten is for children.
Kindergarten is not for mommies.
Mommies, be kind to your children.
Mommies, let them grow up.
Grown-ups know the strength of free will.
Grown-ups allow children some risks.
Risk letting them love others.
Risk letting them experience life.
Life is not just kindergarten.
Life is learning to love.
Love them enough to let them fly.
Love them enough to let them feel.
Feel the headaches?
Feel the backaches?
Backaches happen when you can’t let go.
Backaches happen when you don’t trust.
Trust others to love your child.
Trust others to show them new ways.
New ways to play.
New ways to treat others.
Others can open your child’s horizons.
Others can help them with their dreams.
Dreams can aid your journey too.
Dreams are wishes that lead to inspiration.
Inspiration can help you be fulfilled daily.
Inspiration can lead your child to his own goals.
Goal one, let your child live.
Goal two, focus on your own uniqueness.
Unique is your child.
Unique you are too.
Too many parents forget to let go.
Too many want to live their child’s dreams.
Dream for yourself, Mommy.
Dream for yourself, Daddy.
Daddies are sometimes the first to let go.
Daddies often lead the way.
Way too soon is kindergarten.
Way too soon for lots of mommies.
Mommies take a good look at yourself.
Mommies, your child you must release.
Release
Yourself
In less than a year, hundreds of poems have poured out of me.
I thought I'd drown in my tears, but I began to swim in poetry.
When the ink touches the pad I'm so glad to feel the spiritual release.
I address the worry and stress which brings me emotional peace.
As the couplets formulate, I escape into a world that is all mine.
Like a bomb ready to detonate, I try and be an explosive Poetic Einstein!
My mind explores, opening unknown doors, which other's may find very bizarre.
Self-confessed, a poet possessed, and from the Heaven's came a fallen star.
A dent in the earth, A poet rebirth, and the speed of my pen will only increase.
So the poetry in me, emerges from obscurity, demanding my spiritual release!
*Written for Constance contest "What is my theme"
My theme is "Spiritual Strength" (which is in my poetry)
Who will make a stand?
Countless like the seashore sand…
Who shall make a stand?
The end of mankind is at hand
Will someone save me?
Knee deep in regret, I see…
Save me from gravity's hold or I’ll be upset
Nighttime's rainfall shines upon my mindset
Make me feel a little bit more bold
Let my wings of flight slowly unfold
Release is a relief for you and I to behold
Your fire is burning within me, yet I’m so cold
Release me
Release me
Reflect on me
Radiant rain rinses it all away…
Mirror my pain
Ease my pain
Heal my pain
I’ve been squandering my time…my time…
Lost my soul in the dust and turned to grime
Here am I, alone in the shadows of your past
Here I am, trying to catch up to you, but you’re going so fast…
In need of release somehow
In need of true relief right now
I don’t need your vain remedy
All you do is watch me and desert me…
I will change who I am…who I really am
With hopes and chances of release
I shall overflow like water beyond the dam
I beg you, don’t be an awful tease
Please understand my heart’s need of a mend
My silent plea is for you to simply comprehend
My plea of set me free…
My plea of, also, leave me be…
You saw me all alone,
But not on my own
God has rescued, comforted and conquered me
With a calm release that has completed an eternity
(I made this poem shorter for the liking of my fellow readers…thanks for reading!)
Perfect time of Day,
Where emotions that have haunted me in Sleep have somehow stilled at bay.
My Hand once covered in rust,
Now have particles falling as I write in a rush....
Thoughts and words alike all in a rush.
My pen can hardly seem to keep up,
As this unexplainable substance fills my once empty cup
I feel as though I could write till my hand surrender's in pure discomfort
As I fully submerge into this feeling...... Feeling of never ending fulfillment
Nothing is like the release of a poetess,
As she fully succumbs to the pent up emotions -thoughts that have until now left her restless.
Everyday I am Rah-leasing More
I must make room for what's in store
I became who I became so I could survive
I honestly didn't think I would be alive
Now that I am, I can do something different
Wealth, Health, and good relationships seemed so distant
Health- I will work on daily
Wealth- Not explaining any further, I am a servant, but F-U Pay Me
Good Relationships- I know now I will not beg or ask to be accepted. I will gravitate towards where I am respected, not neglected.
I will be where I am celebrated and protected
I will receive much more than I expected and accepted
I know, because I am Rah-leasing - Like releasing - but engaging the chakra
I deserve clarity. The human mind- so messy
I am now rah-leasing anything that's constantly stressing
I am alive again in other dimensions
I dreamed everyday for a week
I will inherit the earth, because I learned to rah-lease, watch how I speak & stay meek
I Rahlease 999