Best Roam Poems
Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam
Black death among the shadows did roam
deep in solitude its power reigns.
Nowhere and everywhere it calls sweet home
and always its appearance brings pains.
Through fords, over mountains into gentle seas
fate sends its messenger in a black shroud.
Never to be stopped by the many crying pleas
or women moaning and wailing out loud.
Its only victorious foe, the light of eternal life
where our Redeemer's truth and divine love grows.
Delivering us from depths of misery and strife,
brought by suffering from fear of death's throes.
Black death among the shadows does gaily roam
Yet tis forever forbidden in God's sweet home.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2016
Note--- INSPIRED BY A THREE POEMS READ THIS MORN..
My thanks goes to these three great poets for the inspiration
to write this sonnet this morn-- Peter Duggan, Lin Lane and Seeker..
The emerald, enchanted stone,
was forged in depths where dragons roam,
and first by elfin princes known.
The emerald, enchanted stone,
good fortune brings to all who own.
Its powers writ in ancient tome,
the emerald, enchanted stone,
was forged in depths where dragons roam.
May 8, 2019
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Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.
Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The breeze that steals in through the window ajar,
Tousles my hair and briskly passes.
I hear a Bulbul warbling from a tree afar.
Snuggling beneath my woolly blanket,
With deadlines none, I feel so light.
Lazily watching the sun beams filtering down,
I lie quiet, my mind, like a bird in flight.
This brief respite is truly a delight,
At a time when life is going out of gear,
With so much of work and very many errands,
Task on task and each day’s toil and care.
Now the house is empty with my own space,
To pursue things of my preferential choice,
To feast on the flowers in dawn’s early light,
And to lose myself in the company of the Muse.
To indolently watch the time slipping by,
To indulge in all fanciful things that gladden,
To skip a meal and close the kitchen down,
To hum and sing in gay abandon.
Loneliness, at times I warmly embrace,
When exhausted with life’s ceaseless mess.
Of late I have begun to realize,
It sure has its shimmering gloss.
* * *
After a cool night’s blissful sleep and rest,
I woke up a little late, feeling full of zest.
Today, like a nomad, free to roam in places I love,
And venture out on a day’s audacious quest!
Jan. 2023
~ Placed First~
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O’er the battlements I do roam
in a place far away from my home.
Seeing first-hand the horrors of war
longing for peace from all the blood and the gore.
Sleep, it escapes me as I lie down for the night.
I still see the faces of the men I did smite.
Visions of soldiers I once called my friends
Lying dead on the fields, never to see home again.
Once great cities broken and crumbling away,
a terrible price for all who did pay.
Yet in the end as victors we stand
O’er the tyrants who ruled with strong hands.
Homeward we travel leaving behind
all the horrors of war to a place so sublime.
Our families they gather to carry us home
to write down our thoughts in the lines of a poem.
Still as we sleep the demons do come
to remind us of things we long to be gone.
Yet as we wake screaming in fright
we pray to the Lord to make it alright.
When does it end the horrors of war?
When the forces of evil are finally no more.
4/8/2013
Terry Burns
Into a silent valley we walk
Into a golden meadow as the birds talk
Into a wild unknown land
Into the middle of a marching band
Into the air filled with mist
Into a twirl with a twist
Into a bog consumed by mud
Into a battlefield spurted with blood
Into the ocean’s billowing foam
A world where we live forever and forever roam.
My roaming mind
I married to a Muse;
O, I’ve lost my life,
For, he gallops now.
As long as Saints roam the Earth,
There will always be hope for humankind.
I see them most days,
When out and about,
I feel their touch,
And bear witness to their forbearance,
As they persevere to overcome,
Difficulties we would not dream possible.
I hear about them nightly on the news,
And find them in most books,
They venture into dark places,
And make visits to people we shun.
Should we one day forget they are only human,
And one straw too many may still break their backs,
That will be a day of great peril,
With the grace of God,
Humankind's only means of deliverance.
oh, I like to roam
into a forest hued with green
where the trees have created a roof dome
and I can breath air that is fresh and clean
oh, there is magic in the paths I have known
and beyond is a blue sky
where a thousand wild birds gracefully fly
then, land in the lush trees to rest and sigh
nearby
and I love wild flowers
and can wander for long hours
where grass and green towers
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August 18, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/I like to roam
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1381-915-18
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Rhyme
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 08/19/2021
First Place
My avaricious appetite for life,
Provides the fuel to ramble ,
Through this ripened world I roam.
I'm driven by unrelenting hunger.
This greedy, vicious beast,
who calms with continuous feeding,
Consumes my soul and waking moments,
and propels me, salivating, onward.
Unfed, my compass needle spins in panic,
My thoughts chaotic, I lose my focus.
I travel roads, pitch black and rutted,
Just to quench the rabid thirst.
The paths at times,
Are filled with fog,
Obscuring my sight,
Bringing me to my knees.
I seek illumination,
To know what it is to be sated.
But this knowledge is for others,
I've not yet found my way to light.
Through this land I'll wander,
Eyeing fruit laden landscapes,
and white caps on the ocean waves..
I need to savour every luscious moment .
RV Roam
Fifth wheel home car
Bedroom sink couch table desk
Throne in a closet
Dreams of those golden meadows in the sky,
with frolicking angels flying about.
So close to me as I hover nearby,
I try to speak but the words won't come out.
Captured by their beauty, my soul set free,
in this realm, I see clearer than before.
Though some may say it lacks reality,
whatever the case, I'm eager for more.
Sometimes I wonder, if I close my eyes
are they more real than if I open them
will angels disappear in golden glow
Or will they land, and tell me: no more lies,
we love truth more than any promised gem...
and humbled i will take their hands, and bow
Oh let me roam where the scenery's green,
Where the willows droop down and the bell birds teem,
Across the gullies where the wallaby's been,
Just let me roam.
Oh you've got to be where the water falls,
Where stands of stringy barks grow so tall,
The kookaburras laugh and the magpies call,
Just let me roam.
CHOROUS
Oh let me roam far from the city
Where the roads are dirt and the bush is pretty,
I just want to sing this roving ditty,
Just let me roam.
You've got to see where the mountains peak,
Where the wombats fossick for the food they seek,
The platypus swims along the shimmering creek,
Just let me roam.
See the vivid colours of the rosellas dash,
In between the gums and the mountain ash,
Where the rainbow trouts make their jumping splash,
Just let me roam.
Wicked winds and wandering mists,
Moonlit hours and secret trysts,
Spells and charms; unhallowed loam,
Stealthy do the witches roam.
Boiling cauldrons, smoke and fire,
Fallowed fields, dearth and dire,
Ungodly grants that demons give—
O’ thou must suffer not a witch to live.
There once was a time
During the long forgotten era
The frontier so majestic
In the age of the arrow
All the tools needed
The Earth would provide
Nothing went to waste
Considered creed to the tribe
A land vastly open
Natives once called it home
A place where the buffalo
Majestically once roamed
Free from democracy
Yet peace was achieved
Answering not to dictatorship
Acknowledging only self beliefs
Men were not kept in cages
They were not hung for display
The equality was unimaginable
Freedoms not experienced in the present day
The ignorance of our species
Is second to none
People actually follow rules
Placed in force by only one
Our industrial evolution
Has destroyed the land
Our lust for prosperity
Has tarnished this sand
The buffalo once roamed the planes
Standing oh so bold and tall
The natives had foreseen
The inevitable rise to fall
Prosperity brought damnation
Of an entire generation
Now we are the ones
Who try slowing immigration
The hypocrisy in our laws
Exposes the true foundation
Who are we to deny
Anyone into this nation
It has yet been noticed
By the ignorant youth
The basis of history
Rarely holds truth
In a place so very near
The buffalo once roamed
The land filled with life
Now stripped to the bones
With the right kind of ears
You might catch the tone
Heard only by the damned
The sound of nature's wrathful moan
the days are filled with colors
in all the possible hues
spring through winter, down the years
on land sea or sky
lives immersed in radiance
burnished dawn to ruby dusk
thrill to the vibrant frenzy
'til purple black night