Best Set Poems
Go now, rest your weary heart.
Against the soft moonlit night.
Walk into the valley of peace and tranquility.
Loosen those chains that bind your soul.
Let them fall to the ground, never look back.
Let the veil of time lift you up.
As the last breath of life seeps from your lips.
Float out of this world and into the light.
Through the veil of time, go now, no time to wait.
For now, you are free, free to be who you really are.
Imagine you flying against the golden sun.
Fly with the spirits who light the nights.
Go now to the world beyond time.
Worn out with lost dreams, are you?
Go now and let them come true.
Set yourself free from these bones.
Feb. 29th, 2012 leap year
If theres one thing i know
That's set in stone
Is that you can't be
Everything
To everyone you know
So just be you
If their expectin more
It's time to let them go
Please grant me the gift of seclusion
To be free, from where all others go,
An escape, a cleanse of confusion
Time alone and an end to the show.
Let me roam upon the hinterland
Explore, the early hints of the breeze,
Walk in the sun ‘til darkened and tanned
Hear the birds as they flit through the trees.
Nest me beside a mirror flat lake
Enjoy nights, gazing up at the stars.
Back to a spell that’s simple not fake
Where only land, possesses times’ scars.
Place me beside a pure highland stream
View wildlife as it ducks, plays, and weaves,
Breathe in fresh air, with eyes closed, and dream
Watch morns’ dew as it tickles green leaves.
Set me upon a tall mountain peak
Watch mist gently caressing the ground,
Immerse in spaces simply unique
Unwind where the worlds' wonders abound.
Unlock me set me free
Allow me to be myself
I’m tired of being here
In this prison of hate
You’re so confusing
Unlock me set me free
One minute you adore me
And the next you imprison me
I’m held captive by hurtful
And deceitful words
I’m a puppet in chains
Clinging to your every word
Unlock me set me free
You’re a master manipulator
Where is your shame
Your heart and soul is dark
Love doesn't exist in your world
You are a cold hearted warden
Let me go, release me
This isn't love, It's just a sham
I want my independence
I’m tired of independence day
Only being a far away dream
Alexis Y.
7-4-18
lit up with the power to attract and excite
and framed by a window of the toy shop that night
a miniature world of trains, bridges and hills
took my mind off the cold from the late autumn chills.
there were signals that moved and tables that turned
and lights in the engines as if coal had been burned
frustrated by others who had gathered there too
I pushed them aside for a much better view.
I stood there transfixed and stared through the glass
at the landscape of plaster and fields of fake grass
I watched as the locos passed by on the track
to then vanish through tunnels somewhere at the back.
there were small plastic figures all standing in line
frozen on platforms and frozen in time
they weren't duly bothered they'd missed the last train
safe in the knowledge it would be round again.
Christmas was near and if things worked out right
I'd be playing with trains Christmas morn, noon and night
but I let out a sigh before turning to go
- I had already asked and my wife had said "no".
Double Rhyming Sonnets, Each A Perfect One Hundred Words
(1.)
Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime,
A set of double rhyming sonnets
Rhyme for rhyme, poetry's seeking heart yearns
to bring beauty, setting this world ablaze
raging fires- eternity's breath burns
man and soul, to defeat world's morbid grey-
And often like dawn's refreshing new breath
gifting unto Love's bounty, deepest kiss
such treasures that survive past mortal death
in Art's true glow, far beyond life's esquisse.*
Yet poetic depths in hearts must be taught
to stir imagination to well span
far, far beyond what normal life has brought
into wicked world created by man.
Rhyme for rhyme, sail lights of deepest sublime.
Some born in glory to stop Hands of Time.
R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )
(2.)
When Mercy Is Ghost Within Dying Mists
When Fated curse decreed loving a bust
into tormenting abyss life did slip,
dearest treasure with its glow born from lust
now a barnacle on a sunken ship-
Alas! Truth can be such a tragic blow
as heart deeply crushed often never mends
tho' in false pride one may put forth a show
reality states ills future portends!
To taste yet again her honey-sweet lips
and dwell yet again in her silken bed
behold her buxom charms and sexy hips
I would drink again, agonies I've bled.
When mercy is ghost within dying mists,
Torn are memories of romantic trysts.
R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )
Verse:
Calamity, atrocity...
Lord, if you please,
we need a little help.
Monstrosity, ferocity...
Here on our knees,
we pray for your strong Hand
To ease this pain, bring on the rain;
wash clean the scenes
of violence and abuse.
Nightmares and flares of hatred,
war and trafficking,
these days, are too profuse.
Chorus:
Set us free.
O Lord, we beg You, set us free
from the wickedness that strangles,
the temptations that it dangles;
this world's knotted up in tangles.
Set us free.
Verse:
We know you care; Your love for us
beyond compare;
we doubt You want our fall.
We've come so far, so many scars
show who You are;
please, harken to our call.
Humanity can do so much,
but so much still seems
way beyond our reach.
We've gotten ourselves in this mess,
we do confess;
Your help we now beseech.
Chorus:
Set us free.
O Lord, we beg You, set us free
from the wickedness that strangles,
the temptations that it dangles;
this world's knotted up in tangles.
Set us free.
Verse:
I've never really asked before,
but I implore You
please, don't look away.
Help pave the way for all astray,
those lost, uncertain, in decay
and those who really
could not love You more.
Please make anew, this world askew,
' least clean it of its vile, foul debris.
Help plant the seeds of dignity,
of righteousness and unity
with hope, joy, peace, and love
always in view.
Chorus:
Set us free.
O Lord, we beg You, set us free
from the wickedness that strangles,
the temptations that it dangles;
this world's knotted up in tangles.
Set us free.
Set us free.
O Lord, we beg You, set us free.
Even though our struggle's real,
we can't deny Your presence here;
be ever with us, Lord, until
we are free.
Set us free.
O Lord, have mercy, hear our plea.
We won't give up, not giving in;
we'll keep on trucking to the end.
Oh, won't it be amazing when
each broken heart is on the mend,
and we are free?
~Jodie 2024
Lord Jesus Christ, You have set me free
From the clutches of hell for eternity
By shedding Your last drop of blood for me
On the Cross of Calvary;
Jesus, You are my Lord and destiny,
My friend forever in the years to be,
By Your grace, with faith I follow Thee
And every day, You are guiding me;
Of Your love, I sing with glee,
For it is my pleasure filled duty,
Let the whole world hear and see,
Lord Jesus Christ, You have set me free.
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26th May, 2016
You could stay angry forever, but you know that's not the truth,
Because underneath that resentment is hurt from loving you,
Even if it was only for a moment, it's better not to hide,
Because, believe it or not, that resentment eats you up inside,
It trickles down to the next in line, and leaves a sense of debree,
There is no reconciliation, pride never sets our heart's free.....
I am from country living and bareback riding
But you wouldn't know that 'cause i keep hiding
I look like I'm gothic but i really don't bite
Trust me I'm not that big of a fright
I am from backyard football and gymnastics
I'm sorry, I'm not really a romantic
Playing videogames and household chores
While findin' time to hang with the boys
I am from western saddles and drag racing
My dad's camaro going through it's fast paces
Wanting my own classic beauty
Just wanna be seen as groovy
I am from dark poetry and hard back books
Not really caring how everyone looks
Never caring how they see me
Because I am who I want to be
I am from darkness and not of the light
Sorry, it may seem a fright
I once had dreams that frightened me so
They wanted me dead, but i said no
I am from children of the dark
And in the night I awake with a start
Feeling unknown forces in my head
Voices that filled my being with dread
I am from misunderstanding and many wrong looks
Many people think I seem like a crook
But I am from no set label
And I don't think I will ever be able
As I pass through time
in my physical vessel
I connect the rhymes,
balancing them on my mind's trestle.
My consciousness detaches
from emotion and commotion
and intricately latches
onto an outstanding, expanding notion.
At twenty-three and so onward,
with every new midnight,
and every new songbird,
my mind escalates to a new height
brilliantly brightening my eye's light.
The novelty of these audibles
inclines life to be anything but probable.
Voluble are my audibles,
relieving my eye of it's monocle.
I focus and listen
to the cosmic sounds physics has given.
Seeing the sounds, all the compounds
do abound and surround
everywhere amongst these grounds.
Strategy is imperative when dodging the chaos.
Seek those audibles which avoid pathos.
Embrace the novelty, embrace the ambiance
for the moment now is all transience.
You set me on fire
Sizzling, blazing, devouring fire
Hot licking flames
Infernally hot
Temperatures skyrocketing
Scorching flares
Shooting out of your body
Searing into mine
One more moment
And I’ll cease to exist
The heat excruciating
Flames spread across my body
A wildfire from within
Combusting again and again and again….
With nothing left to consume
The fire starts to die out
Slowly, imperceptibly
I feel some coolness
A little here and a little there
As the fire recedes
Leaving smoldering embers
In its wake
I take a deep breath
Amazed that I’m still alive
In the warmth of your nearness
I open my eyes
And look up at your face
Only to see
An eternal flame
Still burning in your eyes!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
. . . and Fancy Free
(Shoes Limerick Set)
How I walk makes me wear out my shoes,
so I buy many kinds, kept by two’s
in my closet, and there
I choose just what to wear
matching clothes with cute shoes of same hues.
But because of my back, I should not
make use of good deals I have bought.
Though a pair of nice heels
to this poet appeals,
it’s my flat shoes I must wear a lot.
While at home, I do not have much use
for my shoes, so they’re spared my abuse.
In my house I can be
my own self naturally.
I’m in comfort and living foot “loose!”
For SKAT's Contest: "Shoes"
My heart is set in love for thee
I sha'nt be satisfied
Until thou come along with me
The swells of life to ride
My heart is set upon thy face
So lovely, so sublime
Could I but drink thy charming grace
'Twould end my earthly time
My heart is fixed on that of thee
I find it ever true
I would thy servant gladly be
If serve I could for you
My heart is fixed upon thy voice
With silver tones and clear
To hear it oft would be my choice
Throughout my ev'ry year
My heart is set upon thy smile
Upon thy sparkling eyes
For thee I'd walk the extra mile
And comfort all thy sighs
In all, my heart is wholly placed
Within thy tender hands
To hold or break as well thou say'st
Upon life's shifting sands
~ 8.6.8.6 metre- ABAB rhyme- Iambic rhythm ~
Quiet and still now.
The swing occasionally catches the air.
The tire never moves.
There’s no one there to care.
The jungle gym beside it is played with by squirrels.
The sand box below holds creatures quiet and shy.
Tiny plastic men are lost in the sand deep below.
A metal car is with them, once favorite of them all.
Leaves stir in the clubhouse, with spiders in its loft.
My son hadn’t played with it for a long, long while.
But I hadn’t noticed while he was here running in the house.
And now when I see the Wooden Swing Set…
It’s connects with my empty heart.
A touch of Empty Nest Syndrome brought this poem to me.