Best Seems Poems


It Seems To Me But Yesterday

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.

Premium Member Not As Strong As She Seems

formidable dam

     a breach in the night ~

          dread torrent of tears
© P.S. Awtry  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member When All Hope and Relief Seems Gone, Part One

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,,,,,


Premium Member Sorry Seems To Be the Hardest Word

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

Work Limerick Seems a Shame To Waste It Posted Here

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

It Seems To Me But Yesterday

 
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...


Road of God Seems So Long

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
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Or So It Seems

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

Sorry, Seems Eternity Ended Last Week

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.
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Not What It Seems

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

Premium Member Since Forever It Seems

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

Premium Member Nothing Seems To Last Another Collaboration With Eileen and me

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

Premium Member Everything Seems Different Today

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

Premium Member Seems Like Yesterday Mystic

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.

Premium Member Forever Seems Forever Away

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.

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