Best Solemn Poems
Do not
despair, my friend,
there is still hope for a better world,
for us to make:
kinder,
nobler,
juster
for
I discern,
far on the horizon of time,
the dawning of a new era,
an era,
of love and understanding.
Look,
there is the cavalry of the righteous,
all set up to mount their horses of
virtue.
Now,
I clearly see them-
these solemn knights of light-
ready to gallop on the fields of
universal brotherhood
with
their swords of retribution in
hand
for
to overthrow evil's empire of hate and
enthrone, our Lord's fallen law of love,
restoring it to its previous glory,
thus
bringing, at last, peace on earth,
the peace for which our Heavenly Father has
His only son sacrificed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 March 2020
* I would like to express my gratitude to all my friends who show their
appreciation with their kind comments, fact which is partly the reason for
this POTD honor. I also thank the officials of Poetry Soup who voted my
poem worthy of receiving the honor.
Of The Life, The Great Loss, The Solemn Plea
Across the cold chasm of that great divide
were flung the salty tears I could not hide
and epic darkness of a weeping soul
aching sorrows that took a heavy toll
O'gasping voice- shall thy complaints be heard
by whispering wind or by poet's word
in that a life mystery there gave birth
from those youthful days and innocent mirth
pray I, joy again of a much freer me
with swifter rescue from despair's aching sea!
O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep
whilst in my pleadings- I beg for much more
than unjust solitude on a foreign shore
remember what you asked me to swear
now failure- my loss more than I can bear
may I sworn rendezvous now truly keep
and you forgive me before my final sleep!
Fated were the blues of that darkest day
perhaps even these words I must now say
you my darling, were everything to me
but of freedom's needs, we could not agree
I that sought far, far more than was my due
live now despondent despair missing you
can you feel intense pain of this broken heart
with your tender heart gift us a restart
gift our lives, treasure of renewed love
so again, we may kiss 'neath Heavens above!
O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep?
R.J. Lindley
July 17th, 1976
Romanticism,
( The Sorrows Of A Love Lost )
Old note,
July 17th, 1976
: deleted
New Note: 6-14-2021
This is from my ancient graveyard of hidden poems.
Another time that in my youth I went far astray
I when looking back, see it like it was yesterday
And can yet again feel the pangs of a love destroyed
This may now, see the bright cleansing light of day
From wild youth, when I once let my vanity hold sway.
Decided to not edit this, leave it as was written when in
throes of deepest sorrows, heart was cut to shreds..
Solemn Seduction – for contest
soft winds are swallowed
by my wings
stolen
as the breath of lovers
waiting
unblinking eyes seducing
darkness
prying truth from camouflage
rotations of twist top head
listening for the silent
in silence
clinging to a white birch perch
moonlight’s searchlight
shifting shadows
nuances
of prey
soft wings and sleepy eyes
floating focus
beneath the star strewn sky
talons tensing in descent
striking
without pick-up line
the owl’s loft
for dinner
1/29/2016
submitted to – Owls Personification form – Poetry contest
sponsor – Eve Roper
In the breathing forest came memories of my youth,
Nothing more than happiness shadowed by the truth.
The rising sun pulchritudinous like the smile on her face,
Let me think of her once more of pure and simple grace.
In the center of the wood lived a solemn rose,
Surrounded by a cruel weed which prohibited it to grow.
The weed was not considerate only thinking of itself,
Hurt the little rose not caring of how it felt.
Now the rose has grown up and overtowers the weed,
Making it undernourished and causing it to bleed.
Through tolerance and patience the rose has been well fed,
And for the spiteful weed, he gained a brand new bed.
Glancing to the falling moon, I've realized what I've done,
I've killed my inner self by following the sun.
I only hope that things will change far before the end,
So that the enemy I have gained will turn to be my friend.
1989
Seventh Place
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Third Place
YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
For Sarah, who left the Plymouth Brethren, with love
The light is not a solemn thing, it shines
With merry glee and mirthful gentleness
Will not be held a hostage, in confines
Of darkened halls where little ones confess
The sins of fathers that they never chose
Nor be a slave to chapter, scripture, verse
Be boundaried, or fettered in its flows
It is the joy of blessing, not a curse
It isn’t how you said it was. You lied
I ran, and left your lies behind the door
And here I am, and oh, the light is wide
Mysterious, and infinite, and more
A wildly wilful, free, and feisty thing
I wear a ribbon in my hair, and sing
© Gail Foster 26th February 2017
The Deep Solemn Prayer And Sincerest Of Hopes
I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.
Forever seeking path to die, make true amends
For miseries I have caused lovers and friends
This path, lit by wisdom and verses that speak true
Leads me to a judgement that is too long overdue
An Achilles begging fateful poison arrow
Walking into death, burn in its fiery narrows
In vain hope, this sacrifice wipes dark life away
By some miracle, fulfills prayer I now pray.
I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.
Dependent on mercy and God's infinite grace
With knowledge that I can not my bad deeds erase
Nor within encasing of human flesh and bone
Bleed I forgiveness from a heart once made of stone
Yet that saving Light giving great hope sings to me
This soul may escape this pain and again be free
Given entry to paradise of Heaven's shores
Believing that even for me God's mercy pours.
I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-13-2019
Rhyme, ( The Fateful Journey Along That Very Fine Narrow Edge )
( Tracing the steps along the ledge overlooking that darkest, deepest abyss )
Note - Written in tribute to this poet of olden times, and this famous poem
My Beloved Is Mine, And I Am His; He Feedeth Among The Lilies,
By Francis Quarles (1592–1644)
Weddings used to be solemn.
Reverent.
No one spoke as they entered the church.
It was like a funeral only less flowers.
Super respectful air of silence.
Solemn occasion.
We took it seriously.
Even the children entered quietly.
If there was a peep, people looked.
The rites were serious.
The priest or minister walked up and we could not hear their shoes.
Beautiful music was played.
Groom and best man walked up first.
No grinning or talking.
We watched in silence.
Bridesmaids walked up a certain way.
Flower girl laid down petals in silence.
Ring bearer dropped the rings and no one laughed.
Reverent.
A solemn occasion
When the song came on, we all stood for the bride.
No one stands for the bride now.
Bride and groom are pulled in on a sleigh with their children
Wedding held in a pub. Everyone laughing, guzzling beer.
Minister got his license sending in two crackerjack box tops and five dollars.
If he is not funny enough, some guests leave.
Mountain oysters are on the bar.
Yucka Yucka. Marriage is over in three months.
“It’s hard asking someone with a broken heart to fall in love again.” – Eric Kripke
I'll excuse you for not being ready to give
Your broken heart to me. I could see it bleeding
Right through your eyes. Its also in...
Your voice, your fragile smile, your body language
My sweet, I promise to give your heart all the time it needs
To repair, to beat, without skipping beats
I'd love more than anything to put a tourniquet
On it to stem the steady hemorrhaging
To make it smile the way it used to
For me, for the whole human race
Submitted for...
''H'' Contest, New Or Old Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Original Titie: Broken Bleeding Heart
Theme: Heartbroken
Date: 09/07/2021
Date originally written : 07/19/2019
When love was blossoming
and the world was washed new
you promised to me,
you would always be true
And as loves hue
deepened and grew
you promised to me,
I was the only one for you
We laughed and we sang
to the music our hearts made
and you promised to me,
your love would never fade
and as the sun set
in the beauty of the glade
you promised to me,
your heart had never strayed
I believed all the promises
to be solemn and true
at the time they were spoken
so gentle and new
but time has diminished
your promises to lies
like the blossom in winter,
my heart silently dies.
Hear my fervent promise
made wholeheartedly as Aphrodite's passion,
Adonis.
my love is pure
wholly fulfilled without ration
assure
allow
love's chaste fashion
vow
Hear my fervent promise
wholly fulfilled without ration
vow
In Your Brilliant Light, I Say This Solemn Prayer
O' lord help me fight these dark, troublesome midnight blues
these blacken currents that trouble my grieving heart
I want to be right and walk in a good man's shoes
Truly destroy, break evil completely apart.
O' lord give me support, the courage to fight well
may fight with my all, with my truest, faithful might
Send this wicked scourge back into unholy hell
open the way to bring in truth and Holy light.
O' lord I thank you for the strength to fight this war
may heart give me power to enemy defeat
I ask you my lord, be with me to cross that bar
Destroy this black wickedness, those that steal and cheat.
I pray you my lord, sees my willingness to serve.
I have the truth and in your light, the faithful nerve.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet
Jan 10th, 1972,
I awaken to a new day once more
The loneliness still tears my world apart
Summer days spent walking along the shore
There is a constant pain inside my heart
A solemn sunrise, just another day
Memories take me to another time
The anguish I feel never goes away
Each day is another mountain I climb
My arms reach out in the still of the night
When I wake I’ll find them empty again
I long for those days when it all was right
I feel my tears as I remember when
Emptiness as I face each tomorrow
A solemn sunrise brings pain and sorrow.
June of 1945,
I had just turned ten.
My friend and I went fishing,
but I never will again!
That was many years ago,
I ain't been fishin' since!
I know just what you're thinking!
That doesn't make much sense!
So, I’ll tell you, just what happened,
to my best friend, Mike and me.
Once you know the story,
I'll have your sympathy!
I never did like Fishin',
but Mike was keen, and so,
since him and I were best of friends,
I felt that I should go!
So off we went, to our fishin' hole,
the sun was hot and bright!
We stayed there, almost seven hours,
and never had a bite!
My older brother came along,
he said "How ya doin', guy?"
I said "we never even had a bite",
then I began to cry!
He asked me for my fishin' rod.
He cast the line into the lake!
Within five minutes he caught a fish,
It was more than I could take!
That day, I made a Solemn Vow!
Right then and there I swore,
"if I live to be 100,
I will never fish no more"!
So that's my worst June memory,
there's nothing more to say!
Even though it's been a long, long time,
it's like it happened yesterday!
incense' scent wafts
amongst the silent crowd
i sneeze out loud
Through solemn eyes, sway sadness
of a heart, hurt, and a fading hue.
Diving within, dying drollness
lingers long with a lifeless queue
of stained crystals that shatter the spark
once mastered a merry soul
now a damp, drained, dark
humiliated honor in a self hollow…
Tired of being tainted by turmoil
for past years; purity plunges in pleas
it sinks within so deep in soil
of tormented shores, seas of tears…
Yet through years of yearning
and tears of torments through hiding
a breeze has brought belonging
to the swaying sadness of solemn eyes…
Dedicated to a special friend