Best Smothered Poems
Bounded by fear -
Do you still remember that?
When I would build my walls;
I would let no one in
I would look for ways to cut them off
Especially those who got too close
Do you remember when I said?
It was for their own good
In the meantime you knew it was the fear talking
Afraid of the consequences
Feeling that if I let them in,
They might be hit by misfortune
I never thought it would come to this
I never thought the fear would dissipate –
Replaced by faith
Replaced by the knowledge
That everything that happened
Had to happen
In order for me to let go
To stop myself from stifling my growth
I needed to embrace the pain,
Embrace the laughter,
Even the fear of losing loved ones
I needed to let go –
I needed to experience the hurt
I needed to experience the joy
I needed to experience the fear
I needed to fail,
I needed to fall
So I can stand today
Knowing that no matter what happens
My mind,
My body
And
My soul
Is ready to go on –
That fear can be toppled by faith
If I focus on me
Focus on today and not on my past
©142704092013
Fingers with green tinge,
smell of earth,
reminds of a smothered leaf.
Black rose,
your soul aerates
an ebony, sweet calamus fragrance
Paved over by concrete of regret ...
unharvested time lost, never again to get
Delicate black rose,
a beautiful flower died in the field of Goshen
Smothered by careless neglect ...
We who have ailing loved ones,
feel we have time enough yet
to mend those fences that are broken
But the petals fall to the ground when you least expect
Plucked from the garden of life
in her sleep peacefully ...
her tired body set free, released
from the bonds of her infirmities
I loved you,
even as I embraced your dying essence
Fearlessly you faced
the specter of death with grace
and dignity
I wished I had showed I loved you more,
and told you as much
People say how well I took care of you,
but I feel like I didn't do enough
But your forgiveness was more than enough
It revived me, and set my guilt free
Beautiful black rose,
you were a loving mother to me;
I remember well your tears of caring,
shed so unselfishly
Crying to God for the life of your children
Though you were dying, you hid your pain
from our eyes very well
We never could tell the agony behind the smile,
all the while, your flowering spirit
dispersed seeds of love to the last gasp
Timeless, blossoming black rose,
the deep roots of your loving memory comforts me ---
more than living hearts could ever know
This poem is dedicated to my late beloved mother, Barbara
Smothered
Breathing softly, Breathing deeply…
Yearning for his body … his Captivating touch …
Submerging souls … causing rhythmic melting …
released by his sweetness…
Smothered in his chocolate skin
Smothered By Love, Imprisoned By Decree
Forever thus bound by love's deepest vow
living life, well wrapped in soft velvet chains.
Time may yet demand, freedom's walk but how
when washed night and day, by love's falling rain?
Can one unshackle, when chains are skin deep
or rip and tear away from such beauty?
Oft such thoughts can make even a man weep
for failure in life and in his duty.
Those velvet chains tho' soft, are apt to pain
as one's inner soul, they too deeply bound.
Something about it goes against the grain
much as screeching chalk on board's grating sound.
When love so dominates a lover's soul
as to bind, his spirit in agony.
Hath it not thus, defeated its truest goal
savaged all, while birthing his misery?
R.J. Lindley,
July 26th, 1973
cement is always
same,
producing the same
answer,
executing the habitual
formula
~~
cement is
everywhere.
cement produces the
same minions.
what lays on the cynical surface
is constant.
cars drive,
buildings ascend,
buildings demolished
~~
you are born
to look down,
look down,
look straight,
but never look
up.
Look down, as
your man made
machine works.
You are a stock,
a stock that never
loses value.
A stock that will
produce.
Look down as
you are feasted on.
stare down to your
pay
~~
Fertile elegant land
is now raped with
all the same.
look down,
to the insanity
repetitions.
look down as you are
instilled to,
while
the rich men smoke
big cigars to their
monopoly game,
~~
Stretch your strained
neck,
throw your head
up.
See the blue and clouds
and stars,
Feel the sun,
see the bird gazing across you.
~~
to the ocean,
follow me
Blackened killing little by little silently
Fighting sickness violently
Aching endlessly throughout your entire being
Sucking it down so family goes unseeing
Battling silently while frightened of the end
Wanting only happiness while there's still time to spend
Keeping hope alive for your children's sake
The sadness you catch in thier eyes almost more than you can take.
Feeling it grow inside choking out your air
So many bad people this could happen to, life seems unfair
Looking in your childrens eyes
Inevitably each day more of you dies
Hoping each one can move on once that time has come
When your purpose here is done and you must return to where you're from
Each moment allowing your feelings to show
So when you arent there they wont question but will know..
That every breath thier mother took since they were sent down from above
Each breath was taken with an abundance of unquestionable love..
Now that shes gone and walks with Jesus instead
We can hear her voice " my love lives forever in your hearts and head"
Photos on the locker top
showed to whom Mark belonged
his parents, his sister.
A well worked drawing above the bed
a tree beside a stony path:
“Is that by you?”
It was dated long ago.
“Have you more?”
A folio of various scenes
showed a careful steady hand
for detail
talent for design.
Yet his hands now trembled.
In Mark there was no spark
back in the ward
in care
subdued
his imagination eclipsed
vision dimmed by medication
stimulus to create now gone.
So much that should have been:
smothered. UNSUPPORTED CODE
artic chill
of polar snow
storm censor
black ice
hushes
moonlight nomad’s frozen
scream
Date created and posted : 7 October 2020
Contest : Writing Challenge - Septolet Form
Sponsor : Constance La France
NB The artic chill conditions are a metaphor silencing and censoring the excluded homeless nomad.
bounty braces grumbled
humming hoisted hurdle
sassy syllables strained
cremating crumbling crane
rusty rebirth bewitched
rumbling reincarnation enriched
callous colour bruised
blueish orange blooms
dark dual drool
mystic moaning etched'n
punctured pruning crest
smiting succulent breast
voluptuous ordeals vying
taunt smothered smooches.
'20:04:20:19:38
Note: Of nocturnal nature. Inspired by a picture of the cloud I took this evening.
The light of my life faded into the liquid night,
Losing its spark with a silent hiss.
you make me spit out all my breath
like you control over the living dead
so I'm tied to my own bed
all smothered inside and haunted in the head
According to his scientists’ age and serious calibration
This half-ass earth life is merely a fleshly demonstration
To test each and every crooked politician and nation
To see where they like their minions in mass to vacation.
According to the king’s ambassador’s correction
We are going in a complete and opposite direction
We need to think about a heartfelt revolution
Before we are all smothered by our own pollution
If our bunkers are not built of plutonium construction,
We might soon be feeling a bit of underlying obstruction
For this is not a mere simpleton’s warning demonstration,
But rather a call for you to use your imagination.
If things continue environmentally in the same direction
You can throw away all thoughts of any kind of true affection
For we will be too busy trying to breathe as a gas-masked nation
To communicate, laugh, love, or take selfies, let alone vacation.
A SOUL SMOTHRED IN SYMPATHY
I need you like a rose needs rain
I need you like I need life sustaining air
I need you for my garden is now in pain
My garden and I, one mournful pair
Drip drip
Drip on lips that lie
Drip drip
Drip from eyes that may never dry
Leaves drop
Leaves drop
Leaves that tell winter to begin its chill
while the tender taste of your lips linger still
Splash splash
Splashing in the sea that summer day
Splash splash
And it’s strange how love can be soft or so garishly brash
When apple blossoms bloom I fear the worst
For then was the season you said goodbye
Now in tears, leaves and seasons I’m very well versed
And to this day I can’t order my eyes not to cry
Drip drip
Drip on lips that tell the sun to glow
Drip drip
And with my many tears shall my garden grow
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
I can't breathe because
of the air quality
a world filled with
all kinds of pollution
I can't breathe
when I'm smothered
by my love ones or
lover wanting to know
my every move