Best Seems Poems
On the edge of the sand
I sit alone 'n perpetual solitude
where I am least without you
Embracing a worn out sweater
I recall your name
written in the stars
I recall your life
carved upon my heart
This heart which never lived
to know love's depth
Smudged lashes flutter
as fallen dewdrops trickle
across the pale glow of my cheek
I gasp for air ,still holding to a dream
which dies ever so slow
before it is ever born.
With heavy eye-lids
I gaze into a starry sky
awaiting the moon to move on
Cuz I know,You know
The moon always moves on
But tonight,tonight is the longest
of dark nights
Tonight every spirit is silent
and everything is still
It seems to me but yesterday
You were here by my side
I believed We'd come to be
yet We never will
Maybe in a tomorrow
a fragrant wind would breathe
its zephyr breeze
upon the scarlet of my lips
But I know,It would not be your kiss
Or maybe I would hear
a hush-hushed whisper
'neath the tender of my ear
But I know,It would not be your song
which sprinkles everlasting bliss
It seems to me but yesterday
You were here by my side
I believed We'd come to be
yet We never will
Maybe in a day after,or ever after
the small red lighthouse
brings back your sails to my land
and our footprints lead the path
to where last peach trees stand
But till then,empty is the womb
which births your touch
from wafts of waves
Sterile is the sea
which calls your name
Till then, Aborted is each thought
which owns this soul
Till then I would not be here
Our world would be forsaken
Till then, every remembrance
of who We are
would all be gone.
formidable dam
a breach in the night ~
dread torrent of tears
When All Hope And Relief Seems Gone
( Loss of Hope) (Part One)
Today my sad spirit rides long dark rails
as massive storms lash and churn great blue seas
Lost in deepest of blues, Hope's sweet hand fails
as I crash on broken and jagged trees.
Far beneath a once great and mighty perch
as Achille's fate approaches my life
I recall divine words from father's church
"seek thee, love in our dear Lord, during strife"!
I crawl in forests dark, wickedly deep
smell of evil, death and destruction burns
I cry for safety and warm place to sleep
relief from broken heart's many returns.
Where hides Light's most beautiful saving rays
Dusk comes, no help for man that falls and prays!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2017
Sonnet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110
Part One of- Hope and its greatest treasures,,,,,
Yesterday I was on such a high
Today I just want to sit and cry
Why did I say that cutting word?
Forgive me please I’m just a bird
Sometimes we misinterpret what’s been said
We get it wrong it’s all in our head
Saying sorry is really really hard
What was said caught me off guard
You’ve been really good to me
Helping to set my spirit free
Good times I hope we can still share
I write these words because I care
Jan Allison
7th May 2014
Santa had an helper called Heather
and 4 little elf manager helpers
She told them to be nice
and give lots of advice
so all us call takers work together .
There once was a call centre agent
who wanted a manager to help her .
No manager could be found
they had all gone to ground.
Its tough to get help for Heathers agents
There once was a boss called heather.
Who had 4 little team manager helpers .
She got them a stick.
And a big bull whip .
She even beat us with an old piece of leather .
Santa's little helper heather, once said
that all the tm could stay in bed.
All of us cheered
And cracked open the beers
It's not work today, we are having a party instead .
heathers the big boss at work lol
On the edge of the sand I sit alone
in perpetual solitude
where I am least without you.
Embracing a worn out sweater
I recall your name written in the stars.
I recall your life ,carved upon my heart
This heart which never lived to feel love's depth.
Smudged lashes flutter , as fallen dewdrops
trickle across the pale glow of my cheek.
I gasp for air , Still holding to a dream
which died ever so slow before it was ever born.
With heavy eye-lids I gaze into a starry -sky
awaiting the moon to move on.
Because I know , the moon always moves on .
But tonight, tonight is the longest of dark nights
Tonight , every spirit is silent , and everything is still.
It seems to me but yesterday , you were here by my side
I believed We'd come to be yet We never will.
Maybe in a tomorrow , a fragrant wind would breathe
its zephyr breeze upon the crimson of my lips
But I know , It would not be your kiss .
Or maybe ,I would hear a hush-hushed whisper
just beneath my ear , but I know , it would not be your song
which sprinkles everlasting bliss.
It seems to me but yesterday , you were here by my side.
I believed We'd come to be , yet we never will.
Maybe in a day after , or ever after
The small red lighthouse brings back your sails to land
amd Our footprints lead the path to where the cherry blossom stands
But till then , empty is the womb which births your touch
from wafts of waves. Sterile is the sea which knows your name.
Till then , aborted is each thought which owns this soul,
Till then I would not be here. Our world would be forsaken.
Till then , every remembrance of who We are would all be gone.
A revised repost...
My God your road seems so long;
What I did do is sing Him a song;
Sins confess;
He will bless;
In Your arms know that I belong.
Jim Horn
When skies are puzzled clouds of pain
It’s easy to invite the rain
The pieces fit or so it seems
To block the sun and hide your dreams
When darkness overtakes the light
Though grasping it with all your might
It feels as if a stranger dwells
Who’s calling shots and casting spells
Yet even though illusions swirl
Like rainbows on a brand new pearl
I’ll not give in to be entranced
For my last dance has not been danced
There always is a bluer sky
There always is a truer eye
Where clouds are seen for what they are
Though here today, they’ll drift afar
I was but a boy
You seemed almost a toy,
So young, and in love,
We fit just like a glove
You said, "All I can offer you,
Is a love that time can not destroy"
Oh boy!, Oh boy!!
It filled me full of joy.
Nineteen was I
Sixteen you were,
Living in our house,
My Mom, you loved her...
My father, you helped him
build a stoop,
These are moments,
We can never recoup...
But eternity was short lived,
You went to work,
Left me for another man,
I felt like the biggest jerk
No, it's not all your fault,
I realize that,
I did not provide something,
In grief I sat,
Your treacherous friend,
Her eyes on me,
Stirred the pot,
For whatever reason,
For me she was hot
But I would not cross that line,
Her boyfriend,
Was a friend of mine
Well it's all water under the bridge
Over troubled waters,
A song I cherish,
Our eternal love,
Was destined to perish.
You believe i'm happy when you take a look at me
But i'm in so much pain you see,
Just take a glimps in my eye's and
You will see
My looks are not what they seem to be
You believe I live a great life
Don't lie, I heard your whispers and
I seen your stares
Just walk a mile in my shoes and
You will see
My life is not what it seems to be
I heard you think I got it all
Well you heard wrong
My life is so incomplete
Your the one with the dad, not me
Your the one with the friends
So tell me why you hate me when
I'm not at all what I seem to be
Since forever it seems, I saw my love go
while endless from me
are verses that flow
My torrents of tears have rained pain’s release,
but my love’s petal face
in dreams brings me peace
This Is a Tanka written by Eileen Manassain and reimagined by me by
adding every other verse in order to create Lyrics we could put to music.
please visit Eileen recent page and enjoy This poem in it's original Form.
I want to Thank Eileen for the privilege of working with her on these poems
Nothing seems to last
The present now the past
flowers weep faded petals
Like flaking paint or rusty metal
A faint scent lingers
Upon the barren tips of fingers
once blooming in bright color
Now appear quite smothered
My poems have lost their appeal
No longer things seem real
emotions wither
And darkness comes hither
Wilted words whirl in the wind
Until they blow my way again
bereft of beauty
Void of duty
I strive to remain rooted
In a world so polluted
hoping for droplets of love
Droplets from above
I realize I was lifeless before today
Going through the motions
But empty and lacking passion
On standby waiting
Yet trying to keep up
I didn’t fool anyone
Let alone you
I could tell you were disappointed
You expected more
Because you had caught that glimpse
Of what was once there
A potential waiting to blossom
You had seen it and
As time passed by you thought
I was letting that too wither away
But I feel so totally different today
Like buoyancy exudes
From my every pore
Beams of clarity from my eyes and
Rays of compassion overflowing
From my very heart
There’s no turning back
Today was life transforming
Maybe even a rebirth
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I step beyond my front door, shoes brushing dew
And the air is crisp, familiar-something old, something new.
The sky unfolds in pale gold, the sparrows sing the same tune,
And I swear, I've wandered here before, beneath the waking moon.
Sunlight dapples over lawns just as it always does,
Neighbors wave, dogs bark, the world's gentle hum abuzz.
Every scent, each rustle, is a whisper from the past:
The rustling trees greet me-echoes that forever last.
My feet trace the sidewalk cracks, memory's soft parade,
I know the way the breeze feels, the shifting light and shade.
Deja vu in every heartbeat, in every glance I steal-
It seems, like yesterday, this day was wholly real.
Yet, as I wander outward, with wonder and with grace,
I find new meaning hidden in every time-worn place.
Perhaps I've lived this day before, or dreamed it in the night,
But outside, in the morning sun, the world feels just as right.
There, that is our secret: go to sleep!
You will wake, and remember, and understand
— Robert Browning (Evelyn Hope)
Forever Seems Forever Away
On her little pillow, pink and silk, spreads
her lovely brunette locks, locked
forever, as forever goes. Only God knows.
Forever turned and pointing, with a shock
of red hair, brother’s hand secured in mom’s.
A Rockwell brush masterpiece, if Norm stayed
on earth. Flying away, the mind is a bird
that lands and stays until I must turn away,
because forever seems, forever away.
Coffin’s shut up, too soon and solemn, She’s
carried out, not as in the celebration of birth,
but in youth, not forgotten. I Can Only Imagine
played as the crowd bowed and prayed. Parade
of mourners delivered to her final resting spot. Forever
ago, eighteen years seems so. Much has changed.
But the look in her eyes, before they crossed
over, and as she smiled at “what a pretty dress,”
before her parents had to let her “rest.”
Before and after seems forever-after-unhappily,
yet, happily the family must contend to love
all the more the three siblings without the fourth.