Best Soar Up Poems
Hardened solid is the clay
That shapes the way I am today
I dream escape from endless grief
Restoring child-like belief
Experience has made me cold
Stolen who I was before
Left behind half of a whole
Changed the essence of my core
I wish to dance in brilliant light
Cleanse my soul with gentle rain
Slumber sound in dark of night
At dawn awaken without pain
Soar up high in skies above
Gaze down upon meadows green
To once again believe in love
To have faith in things unseen
Memories that formed the clay
Although impossible to do
Will them all to melt away
And live the bliss that I once knew
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*Bald*
*eagle *
*bird of prey,*
*lives in the wild*
*of remote country,*
*they have powerful wings,*
*razor sharp beak and talons,*
*can soar up to ten thousand feet,*
*adopted by the founding fathers*
*as the emblem of the United States.*
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Written 12th of July 2020
For Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance Le France.
What would I give
to get a glimpse of your smile
to have and to hold
your heart for a while
I want to meet you
where the river meets the sea
Leave your oars behind
Set the barrier down
and sail away with me.
We'd sail away together
to wherever the wind blows
To our souls'velveteen gardens
where blushed crimson
bleeds its rose.
We'd sail away forever
to a secluded land
I curl within your arms
and hold on to your hand
We'd lay on autumn's blanket
Watch seagulls soar up high
Flutterin'their wings
above blue waters
'neath a mandarine sunset sky.
What would I give
to feel your fingertips
brushing sand between my toes
To taste your honey-dew breath
as the moonlit cradle glows
But,here I walk upon the sidewalk
Each footprint leading home
Under an antique street-lamp
Standing on my own.
And here I am singing a love song
My shadow dancing free
And there you stroll along the river-bank
so far away from me.
This is a Re- repost( Its a poem I've posted here few years ago..and then reposted..
I re-repost it guess for the last time..for those who haven't read it yet...plus
there is always a line to revise along the way. :)
Written: December 13, 2023
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If the ocean's water
were used as writing ink for pens
to write down our words of praise
the ocean would eventually dry up
before it might be put in writing.
evil will triumph
if the righteous remain silent
Inner defect causes blindness
success depends on action
stand up and do what
you realize is right
raise exertion level
a smidgeon suffices
to allow notions of impetus
you can then sleep well
your pick is akin to lacerations
requires precise timing
curious but uncertain.
blind attrition is pointless.
reach for stars
obtain an aerial view of the world
wave farewell to the land
live easily a prospective granted by
you are misusing beauty
greet the passing clouds.
forsake worries and avert your gaze
fear is a foe you must overcome
soar high and be wise.
Why do sad tears come to me at night? Life is a journey,
is that my beloved in the light? Life is a journey.
Oh, turn back the pages of the tangled path I have lived,
from a small girl it has been a fight! Life is a journey.
In dreams I see the beautiful faces of the long dead,
I should be scared as it is a fright! Life is a journey.
Come, my ghosts whisper soft to me, your lips we want to kiss,
when I try to hold them- they take flight! Life is a journey.
Down a long winding road I bring red roses for the dead,
and that evening, I will sadly write! Life is a journey.
I am heartbroken but I can still fly and soar up high,
I can go to an amazing height! Life is a journey.
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March 16, 2016
Poetry/Ghazal/Life is a Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 16-768-983-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Your Best Rhyming Poem
sponsor, John Hamilton
Eighth Place
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Entered in the contest, Give Me A Ghazal
Sponsor, Timothy Hicks
Honorable Mention
Poetic Licence
I've been granted my Poetic Licence,
Which allows me to write as I find.
Exaggeration here, embellishment there,
A free spirited open mind.
With vivid inspired imagination,
I see clearly the world around me,
Never letting the truth spoil a good story,
My pen writing the things I see.
As I look from my bedroom window,
An apartment in an industrial town.
Wildebeest migrate to the Serengeti,
Silhouette of Giraffe, as the sun goes down.
Fishing boats come to safe harbour,
Greedy Seagulls stealing their cargo.
The full Moon appears over the horizon,
Illuminates the seascape all aglow.
Stonehenge is in the far distance,
A Spiritual place of ancient times.
Eagles and Red Kites soar up above,
I’ve added this line because it rhymes.
Camels roam the hot dusty Desert,
Tribesmen take fine goods to trade.
Crocodiles in Wetlands, South Florida
At home in their tropical Everglade.
Bluebells are singing in the Meadow,
Tulips and Daffodils harmonise.
How wonderful, thoughts so inventive,
A world seen through imaginative eyes.
There was once a young girl,
Who wish upon the stars,
Looking so bright in the sky,
She dream and soar up high.
Opportunities knock in front of her,
She think, she decide, with a prayer,
Go on, walk alone and prove to everyone,
That no matter what, she will do her plan.
Roads are not as smooth as she goes,
But strong enough to dream and pursue,
Thinking of the wish she promise to herself,
And she asks God to give her more strength.
To be strong to face challenges in life,
And dedicate her wish to God above,
Now success is within her reach,
With her determination not to be rich,
But to help for those who are need.
A girl who once wish upon the stars,
Is now a woman of example and virtues ,
For she is the already the molders of the youth,
Wish granted and she is now contented,
For God is really good if you believe and have faith
9th Place Winner
Pd's "New Poem" Contest
That Young girl was.......me
9th Place Winner
For Nathan's "oOne of your Best" Contest
If I had wings I'd outdo unfortunate Icarus
and soar up to the highest stratosphere.
Buoyant, I'd defy gravity and glide
over the loftiest snow tipped mountains,
or slide headfirst towards some deep vale
where iridescent meadows stretch into verdant pastures
where myriads of healthy cattle graze, placidly, alone.
If I had wings I'd play with high white clouds,
or scatter misty fluffy cumulus from over the fields
or cause precipitation to make our produce grow
in our windswept lush and fertile heartland.
Should I forget the poorer drought struck lands?
You know that I would not, not me.
If I had wings I would delight in competing
with all the various winds, and fly quiescent
savoring the multitudinous scents that emanate
from all the lovely flowers and all the well kept lakes.
But alas I have no wings and as I look up
and see the birds flying free, I feel it would have been
a better deal, if God had given me a pair of wings.
If I am dead look upwards
during the day I am an
ever changing cloud.
At night I join the moon
as she beams down on you
casting silvery rays.
Watch the birds as they fly
and swoop then soar up high
knowing I am among them.
Each flower you pick and
then sniff reminds you
of my fragrance.
At night when shadows appear
know with certainty that I too
am frolicking in their midst.
Each song playing is joyful
full of meaning so magical
I sing along as I float by.
Do not shed tears for I do
not need them. Not now for
I Am Free and I Can Fly.
Yesterday
Yesterday I felt that I
Could soar up high
Today I feel down
I really want to cry
Yesterday I thought the
World was in my hand
There is so much pain today
I really don’t understand
Waking up today from a
Restless night of sleep
Only to find that yesterday
Has fallen down on me
Yesterday I had peace
And a warm gentle smile
Today I wear a frown
And nothing seems worthwhile
Yesterday I thought that
I could win this race
Today I find that things are
Thrown back in my face
If I could take yesterday
And switch it for today
The frown I wear upon my face
Would be a smile today
Yesterday I visualize the
Perfect life for me
Today my vision is cloudy
And there’s nothing left to see
Why is there so much pain
Traveling through this world?
What part of my life
Can I rely on love?
I cannot bring back yesterday
Because today is gone
Why did it leave me, and
Left me here alone?
Today on my bed
A lonely person lay
But I will still be trying
To bring back yesterday
When will the time for me arrive
when I no longer have to strive
to fight to keep myself alive?
When will I travel land and see,
no longer bound by misery,
but free to bask in revelry?
When will my heart be unafraid
of death that beckons to the grave,
and mocks my show of being brave?
When will I use my wings to fly
Unfettered, meant to soar up high
at home in azure, boundless sky?
When will I see the phoenix rise
through clear and not these misted eyes
When will my dreams materialise?
When will I know there's more to life
than war and death, this endless strife,
and daily horror that is rife?
When will I taste a love so pure,
a love that does not lose allure
a love so strong, it will endure?
"For everything there is a time"
This is a holy paradigm
When will this truth be also mine?
Eileen Manassian
Some say that when we die,
our souls soar up and touch the sky,
And even those with songs unsung
across the universe will be flung.
Perhaps to far-off galaxies
or places that no earthling sees.
Can you imagine places that
no one has even heard of yet?
The energy or spark we call the soul
will not end up – I’m sure – in some black hole.
I hope it’s true that we’ll end up in Paradise.
Most would agree that would be so very nice!
But maybe when we die, our spirits fly
and change to brightness in the endless sky,
Imagine if into the great unknown we go
becoming stars whose destiny is but to glow!
Think of other beings – maybe in another galaxy -
in the future looking upward in their skies to see
stars which have been named, and for even me– a misfit,
there is a star with my name on it!
Nov. 9, 2020
For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (Mar 4)' Poetry ContestContest
The Gulls’ cries shrill in the night
Onto my thoughts they impose
I envy their wings and their melancholy songs
Carried over the ill wind that blows
I am here grounded to my faults and I watch
Imagining where I would fly had I wings
Maybe I would hover over my homeland
Maybe it’s the same song I would sing
The endless sea of black calls them
As the gulls frantically fly overhead
I listen silently to the crashing of the waves
And wonder if I am alive or if I am dead
They cry out to me as if they are mocking me
As if my thoughts are commonplace and trite
I look away from them for a moment
And know that all is lost again tonight
Soon my flight will take place
And I am sure to soar up to the sun
I will scorch my wings trying
And I will surely come undone
New beginnings sometimes call for violent ends
And I might be wrong for wishing them true
But the exhausting day has not given me the sails
This trip to finally construe
The cobwebs are still here tonight
And the wine clouds my mind
Here I stay in my prison
With my borders very well defined
The sky looks untouchable
As do the majestic mountains ahead
In my sight the treacherous road
Which never has been tread
The gulls’ cries beckon me to look up again
The moon is hidden behind the clouds
As is my dream of soaring
In a veil of obscurity I shroud
While there is a sun to light up the day
And a moon for sight at night,
I wonder why there are stars,
So numerous, that fills the sky?
Is it there as a screen
To veil the vacant vast,
Lest you feel lost in the night!
Or is it there for a lonely traveler
To play the game of dots,
Finding the preset pattern they make.
Or perhaps they're there to make a rude look,
That a pride woman’s diamond look fake!
Or may be there, just to set an Engineer in awe –
“What glued those flickering lights up there
That they never fall!”
Or perhaps to whisper to an abandoned child in sleep,
That there are thousands of loving eyes, up here,
Watching him and wishing him ‘sweet dreams’.
Or perhaps they are there to carry God’s loud voice
To that youngster who lost heart,
That, “Life is great! and dreams have no dead end!,
Come on dear, soar up high
Shine as a star, whose twinkles never end”.
7/9/2018
I wish I was a mockingbird
perched high up in a tree.
My trills by all would soon be heard;
You’d come away with me.
We’d soar up high above the lands,
way up among the clouds.
Without a care for life’s demands
away from all the crowds.
We’d gather twigs and build our nest
so we could raise our brood.
We’d teach them always be their best,
with mankind not to feud.
I wish I was a mockingbird;
I’d sing my lullaby.
My songs and words would ne’er be blurred;
my rhymes would all apply.
May 5, 2018
Contest: I Wish I Was a...
Sponsor: Viv Wigley