Best Since Poems
Since you have washed over me
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Drifting on a meandering stream
where clover dance and ripples direct my thoughts
to the promises of a new day
I dream I am floating in your arms
as currents gently tug
playing solitaire in wishing hands
among glistening diamonds on the surface
I search for each desire’s realm
while my eyes wander to a place
long of sunrise sparklings
on soft apricot murmurs
Finding your fragrance on a cool wind’s whisper
my heart is drenched,
cleansed in an endless channel
of what your beauty brings to me
I rest in a shady spot among watercolor shadows
writing poetry,
penning my affections in ink traced lines,
renderings of how wonderful my life is
Since you have washed over me
leaving me breathless,
submerged far beneath dew drop shimmers,
saturated by your love
Good night Soupers
Eyes open mine since birth.
An old soul, seeing the world twice.
My mother's smile her mother's smile;
never changes, sadness overwhelms her face, still.
The sun comes, more days than before, but all too familiar.
Different time, but not different faces.
Words are spoken; when mouths were closed;
Same words; same people.
Some may listen, but do they hear?
Many voices, many words to remember.
I been here before, the same, but a faint difference.
You listen when I speak, I listen when you speak.
Ears are opening, faintly hearing.
Slowly are opening mine eyes since birth.
Catherine Johnson Broussard, Poet
Grit in her eyes beaming fortitude of vibes
Powers her dash from one end to the other
Handing out drinks: brandy, whiskey, beer;
Serving high rollers and surly poor-souls
Where lights are flashing as machines jingle
When luck adjudicates winners and losers.
Watch her essence of fiery determination
Fueling her steps, gathering her strength,
As she churns numbers quickly in her head:
Grocery, rent, money for mother’s meds;
And some she’ll spare for her father today.
Hurriedly she sprints when her shift ends
Examining faces torn by ills, unwell, hapless
Under the bridge, by the train station,
Recalling childhood’s happier days within
Sound of his soft voice, calling her princess.
Abruptly she freezes, recollecting the scene,
Standing like a milestone on edge of the street,
Lips quivering, eyes tearing, pausing to forgive him
For abandoning them in a reckless charade
When suddenly a child became a parent…
So much about living she has learned since,
But not much about how to bury the dead.
May 11, 2020
HM: Brian's Select 8 Contest
I
fear
the night
most of all-
when voices whisper
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September 23, 2019
Poetry/Fibonacci/since their deaths
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1183-334-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for, FFI Series 7, Fibonacci
Brian Strand
Podium Place 2
Poem of the Day, September 25, 2019
Since you’ve been gone….
The flowers have lost their color
The sun refuses to give its light
The moon weeps in her sorrow
And days have turned into night
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone…
The birds sing a mournful requiem
The wind moans at the windowsill
The sea threatens and billows
The starlight has grown suddenly dim
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone…
My world has crumbled down
The people laugh at my pain
My strength has withered away
My tears mix with the rain
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone
I’m haunted by the beauty of your smile
I count the endless seconds and days
I moan your name to my bedroom walls
I wander around in an endless maze
Since you’ve been gone
Nothing, no nothing has been the same…
Since you’ve been gone
Eileen Manassian
Circa 1991- 1992
I know there are some changes that need to be made to this, but I wanted to share this with you as I wrote it when I was about...24ish. I wrote it for my then boyfriend who is now my husband. He is the only man who has ever made love to me. I've known him since we were 12....
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.
Since she is here with me
Here upon uncharted land
I wander as I please
Silence comes the morning sun
now streaming through the trees
Destinations carry me
along a sorted way
Down the path to anywhere
on any given day
Corners I may come around
are sharp in their design
Slowly I do make my way
to see what I can find
Loneliness I’ve come to know
as yet my only friend
Days and nights do travel so
to greet me once again
There beyond a clearing dense
the brush so thorned and thick
Making haste I follow through,
my legs they move so quick
For here, but any sight I see
to dance before my eyes
Thoughts that seem to comfort me
when then I realize
Sunning long the water’s shore
if but a fantasy
A beauty drinks of nature’s fair
as if she waits for me
Now my shadow blends the scene
she turns to show her face
Like a painted masterpiece
my mind can not erase
Glowing like an evening star
so radiant and true
Hair of brown and velvet sheen
I’m lost inside her view
Then her smile captures me,
it holds on ever tight
So as I can hardly breathe
my head it feels so light
“Come and sit here by my side”
her words a happy song
Sitting down I can’t believe,
somehow this must be wrong
Oh to feel my beating heart
in moments such as this
Like an angel sent to me
if but to know her kiss
As the sun is setting
and a crescent moon does rise
Watching the reflection glow
within her island eyes
Now my days are endless
as I now know what that means
For I will spend forever
with this woman of my dreams
And we shall go a wandering
where ever we may find
Down a beach of shifting sand,
a mountain top to climb
Across a field of daffodils,
beneath a falling star
No where else shall be too close
nor shall it be too far
For all along I thought this place
was heaven don’t you see
Now I know it is the truth
since she is here with me
Good night Soupers
I remember the look
In those big brown eyes
As you’d smile and laugh
And leave me hypnotized
I remember the touch
Of your hands so soft
How you’d hug and comfort me
And shake the cold off
I remember the taste
Of your sweet lips on mine
Enthralled in a kiss
For hours at a time
I remember the sound
Of your voice so warm
You’d just whisper gently
And quiet the raging storm
I remember the smell
That enchanted my nose
The scent of your body
Bathed in absolute rose
Yes, I remember you dear
And all the love we grew
And I have spent a lifetime
Making “sense” of you
Why must the mourning come
with every dawn?
The sky is crying again today.
I heard her sobbing
as I laid in bed.
She would calm down
for a little while,
then it would start up again.
Did I do something
to upset Mother Nature?
I watched in solemn silence
all afternoon
as her tears
streak down my window pane.
I wonder what I can possibly do
to comfort her.
There are no tissues large enough
to wipe away
a streaming flood of sorrow.
Maybe this is just Mother Nature's way
of grieving,
and soon it will pass.
The newborn flowers
open their blossoms
to receive and embrace
her gift.
Mother Nature is so beautiful
even when she cries.
May 13th, 2014
Winters flows recede
Unknown depths reveal the past
Strata shows time lines
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.p
Rarely do I glimpse your shadow
Or wonder how you had the gall
I hardly think of you at all
Rarely wish it'll be your hello
Time has allowed me to believe
I'm fine since you abandoned me
Rarely am I sad or morose
I'm not sorry you're missing out
I do wonder if you have doubt
Rarely say your name even low
I've decided I will forgive
If this is how I'll have to live
To ignore me is cruel though
You've never said why you are through
I rarely ever think of you
Rarely do I glimpse your shadow
Rarely wish it'll be your hello
Rarely am I sad or morose
Rarely say your name even low
To ignore me is cruel though
July 16, 2018
July 25, 2018 - Abandon 2 Contest By Brenda Chiri
Form - Constanza
Third Place
The Constanza created by Connie Marcum Wong consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line eight syllables. All the first lines of all the stanzas form an independent poem as the rest of the poem expresses a deeper meaning. The first lines are in mono-rhyme while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together. Rhyme scheme: a/b/b a/c/c a/d/d a/e/e a/f/f........etc. And the end verse is made up of the first lines of all the previous verses combined.
since we fell in love so many
warm and special moments
past
let me say from the corridors
of my heart
how much you give to me
for in the solitude of my crowded
existence
you are my star
and when I am immersed in
the ravages of my time
you are my refuse
and in my moments of agony
you fill my thoughts
and when the perplexity of my
being seems endless
you are the fragrance that fills
the petals of my life
and I love you
since when did you care about what your parents thought
their trembling hands clutching dusty photo albums,
dreams for you etched in whispers,
like the fine print on a warranty you never read.
smart, they said,
smart enough to untangle the wires,
but never the knots in your chest.
immortal—they wanted you invincible,
a timepiece that slowed down
only for holidays and funerals,
never noticing that your hours burned faster than theirs.
abstinence, they prayed,
as if purity were a shield
against the sharp teeth of the world,1
but science taught you
the chemistry of craving,
the physics of loneliness,
the biology of need.
they wanted you science-oriented,
but you learned to dissect their dreams,
and the heart, you found,
was just another organ
pumping blood
into someone else's expectations.
So since when did you care?
you don't.
you never did.
broke and trying to raise two kid's
before age twenty.
Ever since he was a child,
I had the sense, the good sense.
that I didn't need to intrude much.
He went his own way,
and I was needed only
for a bit of advice here,
some information there,
some questions of concern,
some good conversation.
Often times it was as if
I was talking to myself,
only thirty years younger
and smarter.
This morning I got up early,
just in case he needed
to be awakened for his
first cross-country trip.
He didn't. His alarm went off,
precisely at four,
and he was up and packing.
I hovered on the sidelines,
asking questions, but
he had already answered them.
He did humor me by accepting
my offer of a jacket cause,
"They are much more formal there
than we are here,
and it is much colder there,
than it is here,
this time of year."
But that was the best advice
that I could offer because he had
thought of everything else.
His ride arrived and we said our good-byes,
and he drove off into the morning darkness,
into his life, and I was so proud
of the arrow that I had launched
and so sad to be the bow
that's left behind.
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