Best Rise Poems
a few missing pieces
ones we may never find
the beast stares down at us
just waiting to pounce
three bloodied blind eyes
can't see the pink butterflies
psychedelic lies flow down stairs
colourless swirls checker board squares
check
where's your mate
blind in life
blind in death
who will save us
save us
save us from us
students with razor blades
cut their arms in school
no one questions their scars
it takes a village to raise a child
only women carry the bleeding lily
have to answer to strange twisted clocks
strum a lonely shape
on strings that bite
play till the tips break
until the skin shows bone
who will save them
save them
save them from us
wounded hands
won't speak to me
maybe people just die
no mention of our sins
grey clouds loom over earth
where is the man
who parted the waters
the large belly
the long beard
where is the one
whose image is ours
is it true
seek and you shall find
who will save us
save us
save us from us
Sept. 20 2016 MY
inspired by The Platters song, ‘Ebb Tide’
Rise And Fall
Salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves
across caramel sands where hearts reside.
Coves of sheltered inlets harbour veiled caves
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves.
I caress the shoreline where oft I roam
under wistful, silver of shallow sky
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam.
Footprints merge upon sands of time as my
lover waits with arms of open embrace
under wistful, silver of shallow sky.
Bodies cling, like sea to shore, face to face
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest,
lover waits with arms of open embrace
and I wander no more at peace to rest —
salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest
across caramel sands where hearts reside.
Rise Up
Rise up to the blessing of another day.
To all that awaits you this moment.
To all that will challenge you and enlighten you.
Rise up to the opportunity to live in your truth and appreciate the truth of others.
To make a difference and matter to those in your path and to those you never noticed.
Be awakened by the joys of opportunities both sought after and placed before you.
Rise up to the choices that you have the freedom to make and take delight in being the vessel to enforce them.
Embrace your beauty, your strength, and most importantly, your flaws.
Be courageous when faced with adversity and smile when you’ve conquered the impossible.
Rise up to your fears and shortcomings and face them with the belief that you are not the only one; you are never alone.
There is so much turmoil in the world today. Be that small ripple in the water that becomes the huge wave of hope and positive change.
Be that spark that ignites into a blaze of restoration.
Rise up to the responsibility of reminding our youth that they are royalty and should conduct themselves as such.
With the dignity and respect which is needed to be a part of resolutions and not part of our demise.
Although life has a way to often break us down, we must rise up to the realities of our destiny.
We cannot be broken. Our spirit cannot waiver. Our souls have been fortified with ancestry that embodied perseverance, power, and the will to praise God.
RISE UP KINGS
RISE UP QUEENS
We are backed by our foundation of greatness and all that we are facing in the world today is our foundation of inspiration and purpose.
We must be inspired every day to simply and deliberately RISE UP!
Wake me, the owl, when the moon does rise
and his golden beams illuminate the skies,
when the darkness flees and the time just flies
and the cold, crystal stars twinkle in our eyes.
Nothing could keep me from basking in your glow
not lightning, not thunder, not even rain or snow,
I'm not moving from my branch, so let the winds blow
his crescent smile is never lost, this I surely know.
So easily the moon enchants and takes me by the wing
which causes my heart to flutter, and serenade and sing,
The daytime sun does not possess the charm that he can bring
when under his nightly influence, you can imagine anything.
Still, no dream can entice me to sleep in a little late
and miss the wonder of the moment, O, I cannot wait,
to see him there hurrying along, not to miss a date
then up above the hills to meet me at my wooden gate.
I'll wait right here, nestled up high in the maple tree
where you will hear my echoed call, but hardly ever see,
a little, lonesome night owl is what I will always be
when the moon does rise, just promise you'll wake me.
Written on February 6th, 2016
Owls Personification Contest
DEDICATED TO BYRON- Double Sonnets--First dedication poem of series
honoring great poets.
(Sonnet 1)
Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born
(Sonnet Number One)
Do not my life's passing cause you to mourn.
My years flew by as sweet as summer's breeze.
For at dawn's beautiful rise, I was born
underneath the tall and ancient oak trees.
Mother Nature gave me breath, my heartbeat,
soft like distant thunder in a quiet gale.
Being blessed with mighty strength and fleet of feet
I traveled fast past rivers, hill and dale,
scattering each with magnificent seeds
helped to and fro by water, hoe, and wind.
They sprouted even in thickest thorny weeds
and all the more in verse, I vow to send.
Do not my life's passing cause you to mourn.
For at dawn's beautiful rise, I was born.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2019
(Sonnet 2)
She An Angel, Ravenous In My Sight
(Sonnet Number Two))
Behold as shining frost on roses bright
its glint, a gasping pleasure to mine eyes
she an angel, ravenous in my sight
tho' her countenance some deny.
Dear blessing, that her power never dies
its renewals, this earth needs all the more
from its width, its canopy of blue skies
one may seek fortune from its, shore to shore.
Sweet those deep treasures her heart gives away
her immense depths we too oft fail to see
We in blindness let apathy hold sway
as we pride ourselves, far greater than she.
Behold as shining frost on roses bright.
She an angel, ravenous in my sight.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2019
Sonnet (Number two)
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Cool raindrops kiss my cheeks
A warm breeze rises within me
As I recall the moments
Which linger in my heart forever
The pulsating sphere of light and dark
Polar opposite lovers in the circle of life
Encompassing magnificent visceral nuances
Infinite shades of gray, slate, and steel
With mauve interludes
An elegant intimate tapestry
Complete with tears of joy and pain
Sharing love and grief
Gazing upwards I join my brothers and sisters
On jagged bare branches
As cool wind rustles our feathers
The white hawks, eagles, vultures, and their tribes
The birds of prey who gather
Sharing tales of their journeys through time
We all stare out
Our senses prickling with anticipation
A silence hovers
A shared glimpse
A collective inhale
Our ears and hearts awaken
Virgin raindrops fall on thirsty ferns
Their limey tendrils outstretched
Quenched in gratitude
A low rumble
Footsteps below
A clearing in the forest
Created by children gathering
Giggles and dust rise
Excited young mouths
Speaking in pantomime
Gesturing with kind intentions
Young creatures of the world kingdom
Unconcerned with language barriers
Sharing evolving consciousness
A wink of an eye
Hands on chest - feeling our heartbeats
Laughter emanating from within little bellies
Spinning freely in circles
Arms outstretched wide, heart open and exposed
Vulnerable in delight and anticipation
A low cello vibrates nearby
A gentle breeze rustles leaves
Which float in the air embracing light rays
Mesmerizing all
Pine boughs perform shadow puppet dances
On cascading rock walls nearby
Elders lean contently against tree trunks
Smiles slowly emerging as silent tears flow
A young child skips over
Tenderly grabbing her grandfather’s arm
Opening his hand, she plants a wet kiss
On his age-stained palm
Then gazes up at his toothy grin
Before returning to the gathering
Wild beasts arrive and quiet
Kneeling by water’s edge
To drink and watch
Hands clasp
A sharing ensues
A vibration rises
As souls gather
Radiating light and hope to all
Pillows of clouds hid behind the black mountain
After showers fell like a light flowing fountain.
As the sun comes so unexpectedly today.
Air is mild enough for blissful thoughts to play.
Fall brings a day like spring without the flowers.
Just winter birds telling stories in tunes after showers.
Songs put the mind at ease with the rush of uncertainty
About those in power who are trying to appease.
The country waits to see what will come our way
With hope for unity so that we can together stay
Afloat in these turbulent waters we now face.
Waves out of a storm from some other kind of place.
Unlike anything we may have ever seen before.
We can rise above this because, we can be so much more.
Heidi Sands
Pain refines,
but grace restores.
This is the whisper
of strength.
There are days
when the world feels heavy,
when the echoes of yesterday
press against the walls of today.
You walk forward,
yet the past lingers like a shadow . . .
a silent presence
reminding you
where you’ve been.
But hear this:
You are not bound
by what was.
You are shaped
by your resilience,
by the moments
when you chose to rise,
even when
the weight of it all
begged you
to fall.
Pain has touched you,
but it has not
broken you.
Instead,
it carved wisdom
into your bones,
strength
into your spirit,
and grace
into your steps.
Healing comes.
Whatever storm
you walk through now,
it is not here
to consume you.
It is here
to remind you
of the fire within,
the unwavering light
that refuses to dim.
Rescue comes.
And in this chapter . . .
you choose to rise.
Let these words
settle within you.
Breathe in
strength,
exhale
doubt.
You are seen,
you are heard,
and
you are never alone.
Written: January 09, 2024
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A glimpse of a lavish dawn graced with hail,
Thorn sparkles and dewdrops on the rose wane.
Honey bees and robin-raptured boughs wail,
Calling me young and pale with a spring strain.
But I grasp the pride in the required time,
With glee, his father leaped for the flower.
As my zeal fades, I come back and sublime,
Will loom to be weathered and will glower.
Let me startle with pride in your garden,
Since I just have a short time left to live.
Let hope fool me if I'm weak from pardon,
It could lead you to smile at a blithe thrive.
Her dreams entangled in twisted ropes
perturbed fate of banished desires
innocence shriveled in raging fires
they haven't known her bubbling hopes.
Her existence exhausted in spiral cobwebs
blazing her world in exploding scars
yet wounded faith reaches soothing stars
in her festering pain from tides to ebbs.
Her harmless thoughts chained in fears
seemingly offensive to societal norms
will find an abiding shore through storms
history screams the truth over her tears.
She immerses herself in fearful showers
hurtful memories drowning her rugged mind
beneath oceans of paranoia she will find
enclaves of scarlet heavenly augmented powers.
Her frozen blood begins bubbling her cries
simmered courage sprinkled in layered hues
crushed valor floats in mellows of ashes to fuse
beyond afflicted pain in freedom she will rise.
Divinity reflects through her crystal eyes
splashing colors of flaming crimson tune
perfumed kindness drenching sapphire dune
she dusts her wings, like a Phoenix she will rise.
July 31, 2020
Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
~Premiere Contest Winner: 2nd Place
Becoming my rays of hope on my horizon you rise
Bending to form a spectrum shining morning dew
Enchanting ardent vibes, painting panoramic skies
Dreaming of your splendor I inform my eager eyes
Pointing to vibrant vistas where singing birds flew
Becoming my rays of hope on my horizon you rise
Budding sunrise quivers gently hearing my cries
Dispersing darker clouds to enlist emerging blue
Enchanting ardent vibes, painting panoramic skies
Tracing glowing ascent I transcend to newer highs
Finding comfort in cosmic grandeur animating you
Becoming my rays of hope on my horizon you rise
Saying scenic goodbye amid twilight as my prize
Parting hastily coloring mosaic images you drew
Enchanting ardent vibes, painting panoramic skies
Collecting my heart I go where gentle winds blew
Yearning for your arrival till dawn breaks through
Becoming my rays of hope on my horizon you rise
Enchanting ardent vibes, painting panoramic skies
April 9, 2018
And it flew higher,
Above the reach of arms which bind,
And logic which Past defined,
It flew higher,
Above the reach of stones of persectution,
And above all unkept resolution,
It pushed higher,
Past the thoughts of those who said It'd never be,
And success would never see,
And it flew until it reached the darkness in which
itself designed,
A blackness of the sullen mind,
And it said,
"I will rise above"...
Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand
Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!
Heal my heart, stop my nights of great sorrows
offer thy hand, promise of tomorrows.
Thinking back to love-nights we never slept
agony, I fell and viciously wept.
O' my love, allow me one more soft kiss
grant mercy, giveth this saddest soul bliss.
Remember vows, we swore to never break
in this dear Hope my life, I gladly stake.
My daily prayer, sends pleas for thy hand
Save me, that I may rise again to stand.
Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!
R.J. Lindley
NOV.17TH 1975
Note- This poem was written while in a fallen state of despair
from a lost love, and broken soul laid bare.
A youth that raced to drown sorrows, only to find more and deeper misery in the drowning.
Too many want want want
So they will take take take!
For your own well-being
Get away from them
Fall for someone that want to see you rise
Fall for someone who want more for you
Not more from you
Let the cure of simplicity be
A reminder that love can exist in the right amount!
Loving in the wrong direction can be an obstacle
Caught up in passion can become didactical
A lesson for some
Because loving in the wrong direction can become a burden!
Fall for someone that want to see you rise
Fall for someone who want more for you
Not more from you
Let the cure of simplicity be
A reminder that love can exist in the right amount!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Break forth, o dawn! Rise up and sing the sun
from underneath the hills into the light.
Put out the crimson fires and take a run
through azure laced with lazy wisps of white.
To sleep, o moon! It’s time for you to wane
and nestle in below the canopy.
Dear child, there is no need for you to strain
or stretch. Just rest; put off that jealousy!
Stand down, o stars, and watch above them all!
Go, fade away into the bright of day,
and light again to hold them in your thrall
when dark no longer can be held at bay.
The unseen hand thus orchestrates their course,
as they, in turn, reflect their gloried source.