Best Resting Poems
Brick by brick I built my walls,
despite fires raging,
I preserved paths that connected
bridges between our breathless existence.
Now that my heartbeats
have reached a dead end street,
let me rest my jaded head
upon your chest -
for fate has foretold it as my abode to forever sleep.
I was the melatonin to your insomnia,
you the immunity to internal inflictions.
If only I could have drank your infatuation,
as a remedy for my antagonising agony.
Poetry was only a provisional potion,
yet it distracted from all negative notions.
We weaved a blanket of words,
where you adored the moon in nocturnal notoriety,
whilst I portrayed the beauty of sunrise in your eyes.
I guess nothing illuminates forever.
If this was my last love poem,
would you forgive my silence?
Would you still bless me in your verses,
or let my memories wither
like the petals your promised
to bloom in our poetic garden?
Would I be your last metaphor,
in your final spill of tears?
Or would you reveal to the world,
the greatest unfinished love story.
In manipulation of manifestation,
I was your willing wordsmith,
protecting you with my shield of sanity -
in the hope I slayed every demon who desired you.
If it was a crime to love you,
then I was content as a criminal,
awaiting my destiny on death row.
Seeking rest from the city’s bray
Our farm lures with environs’ display.
Tendrils of wheatgrass , herbs may lean quite low
Amidst violets in bloom
Yet, the view marks grandeur.
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I watch starscape reel through the night
and by the porch, misty air soft--
As if to lift blitheness aloft
cleansing this mind with days ‘ delight.
field of lush splendor
awaiting birds’ rhapsody~
hush of evening’s call
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Writing Challenge - Nature, Four in One - Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France 9/18/2020
Where do her dreams take her,
beauty with hair of gold?
Does she dance among the stars tonight
or dwell in a fantasy of passion?
Will she open her eyes if I call to her
or linger in a celestial plane?
I stroke long hair cascading down her ebony gown,
but she does not flinch.
Even as I lay my hands upon hers,
this beauty’s eyes do not flutter.
Indeed, she rests in peace,
not even breathing it seems.
Please tell me, gilded lady,
Is this an eternal repose?
*Written May 14, 2014
They whisper of nothing
Beauty fades and dies
I knew that change was bound to come
The fall came and all the flowers broke together
Your veins deep in the earth will wait for spring breeze
10.10.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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Poem of the Day 12.10.2018
breathtaking sunset
gold dust shimmers on calm sea
sweet birdsong ceases
10-24-17
I felt it not though the chilly wind blew hard,
How could I feel cold in that deserted graveyard?
The cypress trees were sturdy and tall
Incredible the evergreen did not bend at all.
How could I feel cold in that deserted graveyard?
The tombs were covered with spent leaves,
Incredible the evergreen did not bend at all
No one around, only a robin grieved.
The tombs were covered with spent leaves,
I was a fool not to mark my resting place.
No one around, only a robin grieved.
Shouldn’t there be a picture that showed my face?
I was a fool not to mark my resting place.
I wandered lonely, tombs here and there, no prayers said
Shouldn’t there be a picture that showed my face?
Till I found my resting place, my body completely dead.
I wandered lonely, tombs here and there, no prayers said
The cypress trees were sturdy and tall
Till I found my resting place, my body completely dead.
I felt it not though the chilly wind blew hard,
You're locked in your room and tied to your bed
There's blood on your pillow from the hole in your head
You lay and you wait, just welcoming death
No fight or struggle as you breathe your last breath
The rain is cold as it thunders and storms
But your blood flows red, silent and warm
The wind blows hard as it howls through the trees
You lay motionless as I beg and I plead
A tear drop falls on your pale colored skin
There's a smile as you whisper faintly, "Allison"
A gun shot to your head, a bullet to the brain
No matter how you word it, the results are just same
The lighting will flash and the thunder will roar
Time will move forward, but for you no more
I sat in the field
my heart in my hand
grass blows beneath me
it sways where I stand
when the spell binds loose
and it's all in my head
I'm restlessly resting awake in my bed
Love, longing, sorrow and mysteries
It is the figurative star you should look for
dreams and fantasies in an absolute reality
spices of life in a positive and creative way
liberate the mind, with lowered shoulders
In the light of the stars you will find back
No matter how you feel
You do not must have a special experience
or feel something strange
The stars dance in the sky
they shine in the golden luster
A calm and harmonious phase
the inner perception of peace
The happiness we all seek
is not mentioned in gold letters
Time to light candles
and time for reflection
25.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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From the business city,
Gone for rest,
Forest!
My mind is in need of rest
just for a moment, brief,
a silent little repose here
will surely bring to me relief.
My heavy eyelids gently fall
and shut out the entire world,
my hair lays down and relaxes
even though it has been curled.
I breathe in slowly and deeply
my heartbeat settles down,
my ears can hear around me
the wind's soft whispering sound.
It lifts me to a far off place
where clouds become my bed,
I reach out to grab another
like a soft pillow for my head.
You can only imagine
what I can only see,
as I dream a beautiful dream
that was meant just for me.
Inspired by the painting, "Resting" by Victor Gabriel Gilbert
A day of weary mind and body,
She found herself in a comfy bed,
So soft and relaxing, she lay back.
Then both eyes started to rest, while
hands were together on top of her stomach.
So comfortable feeling, she started to snore.
Sign of tired and stressful days she absorbed.
She began to sleep so deep and dream suddenly occur.
Her soul started walking a long narrow pathway.
Taking slow motion and feet couldn't move so fast.
There's a tiny light shining in a passage.
She can barely move and reach the end of the road.
She saw an old woman waiting for her at the end.
The very familiar face she longed to touch and kiss again.
"She's my mom!" she shouted aloud.
"Mom, wait for me! I wanna be where you are."
But the image suddenly disappeared.
So she tried to run as fast as she can.
When she reached the end, she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
A voice of a young lady saying,"Ma'am, wake up!"
"Are you gonna take this bed?"
"Is it for cash or thru credit card?"
She stood up hurriedly and blushed.
"No. Thank you! Your bed is soft and comfy, but I should go back."
And her rest was over, now full recharged.
Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree
Lucky bird sings a jolly little tune
of ravishing sunshine in late June
Graced by soft breeze to give a thrill
among the junipers on lakeside hill
I stop my journey into Nature's treat
to breathe in this melody so sweet
Well trodden path leads me on down
into a wilderness far, far from town
Birds fly and scared rabbits race away
as if I did not also come just to play
Hawk flying low gives me a great view
offering acrobatic stunts right on cue
Fish flopping in clear flowing stream
day so wonderful, feels like a dream
As the large blue lake comes into view
afternoon sun tells me time really flew
Now to rest under my favorite old tree
a bit of good food and a nap is key
Then back up the path to my sweet home
God, it is so great to thru Nature roam!
Robert J. Lindley
Night night
Sleep tight
.
I visit your final resting place
and my emotions come unbound.
I pause just for a moment
and make barely a sound.
Whisper a few words;
nothing profound.
Repose, peace,
newfound.
Sleep.