Best Remembered Poems
Beyond fair reason, I shall think of you.
In fallen grass or gently flowered field.
To see each fleeting moment fade to blue,
With my distant thoughts, I silently yield.
This memory to tremble ever soft,
A misty vision of a face once kissed.
I'm whisked to midnight skies and stars aloft,
A sheltered afterglow now reminisced.
The shadowed door with candlelight so still,
An empty chair with a fading silhouette.
Forgotten times in love's unyielding will,
As flames to ash can trace the two who met.
A hand that brushed a cheek to often soothe,
A kiss remembered, many years removed.
12/27/13/
Stretched far and wide, sun smoothes the beach, and finds a place to land
It spreads a sheet, then fastens lace to all our summer skies
No day sees a wave so high, without thoughts of you or dreams renewed
Sun slept on the water's surface, rippled like heat, melting the glass
My head against your chest, could hear your heart, soften, after our swim
and I watched white seagulls fly, away to where the sky, blended to grey
Pages remain in old albums, but I see them so differently
It's clear, now as if photos, reveal sharper views, of what we didn't know
Almost seems a better thing to face the unknown unprepared
Evening beckons my head to rest, ..old loves are lost with the sunset
Summer was ours awhile, for just a day, like the seagull.....flies away
Tonight, all I hear are waves, to break the silence of the night
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Writtem By Ryland Joshua Matthews
For Contest: Sentimental Love Letters
Hosted By Poet: Audrey Carey
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A Lover Remembered
Sometimes I think, sometimes I wander
In my mind I often ponder
Where I would be, what I would do
If God forbid, I ever lost you
No matter how long, no matter the distance
Id travel that road to the end of existence
To feel once again that comforting place
Wrapped in your arms, a loving embrace
There are these things to witch I hold true
The seven great reasons I could never forget you.
The touch of your hand. The slightest caress.
In the heat of your kiss I know I’ve been blessed
Your taste is of honey that is fresh from the comb
Reminding me of solace, the tranquility of home
Your eyes so serene, in comfort I dwell
The moment I saw them, in love with you I fell.
Around you of Jasmine, the smell I remember
Erasing the fear, to you I surrender
The skin of an angel, through my hands I can feel
The unbridled passion, this has to be real.
The waves of your hair, in dark amber it keeps me
Locked at your side is where I truly wish to be
Never more daunted by the shackles of time
To me God gave you, and to you all that is mine
The End
Spring arrived with life anew,
Fledglings hatched - then away they flew,
Bees gathered nectar from flowers of blue,
Morning grass glistened with sparkling dew!
Summer brought in the warmth of the sun,
Toasted marshmallows - went for a run,
Melted a s'more - put a ‘dog in a bun,
Memories were made - just having fun!
Autumn burst forth in magnificent show,
Dressed up the trees with a bright crimson glow,
'Til breezes thieved and north winds did blow,
Lacing leaf tapestries 'neath branches below!
Winter invaded with chilling plight,
Clouds coveted stars and obscured the moon’s light,
Thunder crackled - lightning danced at night,
As tranquility fell in a blanket of white-
There once was a time for us,
there once was a time.
A lone silhouette stays in the heart,
where love was, forever gone.
A tear lost in a falling stream of emptiness,
stained the face of loneliness,when love died.
For too long I have remembered you,
a memory that comes each day,
pouring over me, a waterfall,
washing away all reflections of what was,
cluttering thoughts of distant days,
that may or not have been real.
Like flocks of birds,
filtering through the sky of my mind,
diving in unison only to disperse,
among the fallen leaves that lay scattered,
where a heart once was.
Torn in half it lingers,
as dead petals do on the stem of a rose,
falling into an empty garden,
once filled with blooms,
chilled now by the wind of love's demise.
A heart alone with vanishing footsteps,
trailing away to a dull grey horizon.
Where the sun never rises,
and the round sky rolls away,
leaving nothing... an empty space,
where beauty was,
before a heart was torn in half,
and found to wilt away on the conquered ground,
like a vanquished foe left bleeding on the steps,
that lead up to the throne of love,
where a heart once sat.
1/1/15
Grey gravestones stand erect like soldiers.
Fallen heroes in nameless graves,
they fought for king and country
and paid a heavy price
with their precious lives.
We should give thanks
and pray for
those who
died.
*gravestones classed as 2 syllables NOT 3 as per how many syllables
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Form N Ninette or Nonet
04~21~17
Sail most by north, by west the least,
until the moon sets in the east.
There, in a sea the colour of custard,
ye'll see the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard
where locals speak like buccaneers,
calling you ‘me dirrr' and us ‘me dirrrrs'.
Their pirate accent's quite inexorable
though, than ours, their grammar more is flexible.
They appear to verge on being mammalian,
a little bit like South Australians
(I'd never for the sake of mirth
deride the folks who come from Perth).
Hard left, first manatee you see,
or right, your choice, you're free as me
(it's nix to do with politics,
a pox on all elected plicks).
Sail till the sea turns sweetest violet
and there you'll spot the cutest islet
(had we to rhyme with ‘sweetest red'
it'd be a continent instead).
Here, when poetry is long dismembered,
lies the place of rhyme remembered.
Yes, you have come upon a land
that any poet would think is grand,
where almost everybody aint
any kind of ffffflamin' saint,
but seldom use the worst of curses,
when they converse in freeish verses,
or communicate in playful rhyme,
pretty much whenever they feel like it.
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one summer
as the ocean shimmered
sweet regrets, after a tattered day...
earth wept tears, as the sun shriveled into the bay..
and the receding tides washed our footprints away
erased in time....lost in a glimmer...
teenage love, remembered...
one summer...
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Two horses share the acre of pasture--
A proud Arabian, now a gelding,
Who sired seven stately champions, stands
Elegantly while I snap his picture.
The other one, a thirty-two-year-old
With a sagging back, stands waiting to die--
A three times national champion stud
With honors--ribbons and trophies galore
Moving slowly toward the feeding trough
No longer poses for photographers.
written June 14, 2021
Graffiti fades from the wall,
Alike the alley after dark.
"I was here!", screams the
Wrecking ball, leaving your mark.
she liltingly spun smiling and singing
"You are my sunshine" waving for us
to join in
the pan dripped dancing tears on
the hot black stove where they sizzled and died
"My only sunshine" with a quick hug
her apron splattered with a thickening marinara -
summer's proud yield
the kitchen...was there another room?
dried curled wall paper near the stovepipe
exposed the decor carriages and princes of
yesterday Mom's childhood
"You make me happy"
the old black spaniel curled in the middle
nothing moving but eyes wary of
being tripped upon yet worth the risk
and perhaps a dropped meatball reward
"When skies are gray"
Worn linoleum exposed paths of time
the oak threshold proof
of welcomes and farewells
not really noticed by we in
our comfort of "now" not
thinking about our sunshine
being gone
"You'll never know dear how much I love you"
with a smile...always remembered
In a lovely city, quiet and small.
That aroma of French coffee set me reeling.
With robins' wings casting lovely shadows on the wall.
And my lavender morning candle,flickered as crystals on the ceiling.
In this serene solitude,lingered memories of a golden childhood!
Those humid Chicago summers, blest by a most golden sun.
Trips to picnic in its great verdant,tall-treed woods.
Divine innocence in all its glory, wrapped in a ribbon of unforgettable fun!
Neighbors with whom we heartily dined and enjoyed.
Roller skating and crashing onto the cement, oh so hard!
We had red wagons to tote about our very precious toys.
And, evenings on lawn chairs, a starry Midwest sky,in breezy-cool green yards!
5/30/2022
you’ve muted your voice
by choice
years have passed since I heard
vibrations of love
formulated in words
passionately spoken, whispered.....moaned
involuntary expressions wrenched from your heart
thrilling my ears
it's been....years
the silence has long s~e~t~t~l~e~d
and yet.........in this stillness
utterly devoid of sound
I still faintly hear it
it still resonates
and my heart beats
in rhythm
and in time...
to
remembered
echoes
of your love
your love
love
l
o
v
e
....... your love
Eileen Manassian
Beyond fair reason do I think of you
In fallen grass, of gently flowered field
To find fleeting memories fade to blue
With the warmest thought, I silently yield
This memory trembles forever soft
In shadowy realms of a face once kissed
When whisked to midnight skies of stars aloft
With glowing afterglow, love reminisced
The shadowed door in candlelight so still
An empty chair, a fading silhouette
Of time forgot in love's unyielding will
When flames to ash will trace the two who met
A hand to brush the softest cheek to sooth
A kiss remembered, many years removed
12/31/18 contest Beautiful Sadness
old faded polaroid~
the memory of yesteryear
distant and discolored
snapshot of a past
vague but not forgotten
AP: Honorable Mention 2020