Best Stand In Poems
When you are confused, anxious, in pain, your stomach in a granny knot.
Near the end, nowhere to go, no friends, no family that understands.
"Stand in a field and scream," it helps, they say. I can tell you; it does not.
You've given yourself away; soul, body turned into a parking lot.
It feels like you exist only in a twilight world, a no man's land,
when you are confused, anxious, in pain, your stomach in a granny knot.
When your heart has bled bone dry to leave a shriveled purple apricot,
lover gone, left for another, even worse, you heard it second-hand,
"stand in a field and scream;" it helps, they say. I can tell you; it does not.
You've tried and tried so desperately hard, giving everything you've got.
It's like the walking of the living dead with feet in deep dark quicksand
when you are confused, anxious, in pain, your stomach in a granny knot.
When you've lost all you desire, your love, your life, your home, your Camelot,
and it's become much more than you can weather, tolerate, or withstand.
"Stand in a field and scream," it helps, they say. I can tell you; it does not.
From all I've learned in love and life, and that's a lot, here's a parting shot;
by do-gooders and hosts of influencers, it's often said offhand:
"When you are confused, anxious, in pain, your stomach in a granny knot,
stand in a field and scream; it helps," they say. I can tell you; it does not.
The power and beauty of Nature fill my heart,
Sometimes, gazing at a mountain's grandeur make the tears spill,
Thunder and lightning at eventide, give me a thrill,
Yes, I stand in awe of Nature.
A bird's sleepy chirp at twilight makes me take notice
As I think of the hard life they lead, but still they're happy,
The clear, blue water of a lake gives me a glow,
Yes, I stand in awe of Nature.
Tornadoes, hurricanes, and earthquakes all speak of Her power--
Then I watch a horse trotting around a track, and I think
"What raw power and yet what beauty we live with"
Yes, I stand in awe of Nature.
If you ever watch a sunset over Earth's waters,
Or listen to a tree whispering to another,
You can't help but feel the power And the love of our planet,
And, like me, you will stand in awe of Nature.
All alone, I stand in the crowd.
All aground, I travel the oceans.
All adrift, I'm stuck in the bog.
All afresh, I'm back in the stale memories of a wasted past.
All aflame, I freeze in the cold recesses of my soul.
All afloat, I founder in the green depths of the still lake.
All accursed, I stand blessed in the temple within.
All asunder, I huddle deep into myself.
All asleep, I wake to legions of false shadows.
All aglow, I blunder amongst the empty darkness.
All aflight, I crash into the dense undergrowth of the deep woods beneath.
All across, I turn back and see myself back where I began.
In the middle of the universe, I stand
Writing verse but canst understand
What shall I choose for my muse?
For there are a plenty to choose
The stars and constellations scattered
The sky vast, oceans watered
Earth with a green hue shine
Where upon live me and mine
Day and night take turns
In blessing this place that churns
Resonance of life so blessed
By man it canst be messed
For he is the one to decide
To forgive and forget the pride
It is of him I must write
Who hath created this sight
Of beauty and blessings divine
Which aint for us to define
In the middle of the universe, I stand
As understanding dawn in my mind
© Nadiya (4 Feb '15)
* Won 6th place in the contest ’ In the middle of the universe, I stand’ by Verlena Walker On 7 Feb 2015.
My dearest Mrs., Ms., Mystic, or Miss,
this morning Venus had a special "ask".
She said to make you fall in loving bliss,
for Cupid's ill and not up to the task.
I'm nervous as I'm kind of new at this.
My first question, should I wear a mask?
I guess I am off to a rocky start.
Oh my, how ever will I win your heart?
Poetic angel from our earthly sphere,
I come with a toolkit to enchant you.
I will whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
Three amorous wishes I will grant you.
I'll hold you when you find yourself in fear.
We will dance barefoot under skies of blue.
In my bag, you'll find a twenty-carat ring.
I'll give you that or any other thing.
Hmm, let me see, what do I know of love?
We can walk in the ocean's crashing tide,
hear the gentle coo of a turtle dove,
fly above the clouds on a rainbow slide,
carefree as we view the world from above,
while I serenade you as we take that ride.
I think by now we should be holding hands
if I'm to meet the god of love's demands.
Shall we dine out tonight by candlelight
or gaily pick wildflowers in a field?
Allow imagination to take flight,
so that you will finally softly yield,
and passionately fall in love despite
I'm Cupid's stand-in with no dart to wield.
I've failed to fulfill Venus's orders.
Oh, please don't report me to headquarters.
after 9/11 New Yorkers came to realize
that they need experienced people to keep their eyes on their prize
their airports, professional sports venues and historical landmark sites
require a strong security force to watch over them day and night
we are now an essential part of everyday society
we keep the people safe and protect their property
at one time they called us rent-a- cops but not any more
we are visible everywhere even at the 99 cent store
we are the front line defenders and we work hard everyday
yet why do some people feel that we don't deserve a decent pay?
we are the security officers of 32BJ and we stand in solidarity
to make New York a safer place and a stronger community
Stand In The Shadow Of A Tall Mountain
I went, to stand in the shadow of a tall mountain
not content to sail the deep blue seas.
Delicious sweet that bubbling brook, my fountain
amidst the flowers and massive tall trees.
Morning Sun brought glory within shiny bright rays
splattering across the wilderness cover.
To live, embrace the wonder of such majestic days
fly into the clouds there and just hover.
Solitude bringing into life clear and soft sounds
echoes that quietly invade my searching mind.
Daily Nature walking, doing my eager long rounds
every moment expecting another great find.
Watching the grazing of the skittish, wary deer
mind's glow steadying my new racing heart.
Imagining magnificent beauty wrapping me all year
the paradise held aloft in my soul's chart.
Each Spring this wilderness destination is my goal
trekking into this deep forested retreat.
Wrestling with dark pains eating away at my soul
knowing this place staves off my defeat.
I race, to stand in the shadow of a tall mountain
not content to sail the deep blue seas.
Delicious sweet that bubbling brook, my fountain
amidst the flowers and massive tall trees.
Morning Sun brought glory within shiny bright rays
splattering across the wilderness cover.
To love, embrace the wonder of such majestic days
fly into the clouds there and just hover.
Robert Lindley
May twenty-three ,1988
I stand in prayers...
I stand in prayers.
To pay my humble respect to the Almighty
I close my eyes,
I bow my head,
To see an unseen God
May be just a spark of light.
In the darkness that surrounds me
My mind plays havoc.
Concentrate, imagine you are standing in front of the Lord, I say to myself.
But behold,
I see my mother reading the scriptures.
My wife in the kitchen
My daughter at her study desk
Oh no, this can’t be happening.
I need to concentrate and focus on the Lord.
I close my eyes.
And behold.
I hear the chirping of the birds.
The meowing of the cat
My mind soaking in the rainforest.
Running around on the beaches
Walking with the moon under the canopy of stars
No, this can’t be happening.
I need to concentrate; I need to focus.
I need to see my Lord.
I need to see Kaaba, but the images of a temple run by
I need to hear the Azan, but church bells penetrate me.
I need to pray, but the memories of my love haunt me.
Tears roll down my cheeks, for my lack of devotion.
My prayers I assume dashed on the rocky shores of religion.
I had no proof of God.
The unseen remained unseen.
But in the mistiness and fogginess of my mind
I realized.
I had seen Him in all that I loved.
He had shown me the panoramic view of all that He is.
- Dr Fazal Faroqui
Deep down pain is buried,
deep down the soul, from within.
As always, ready to continue on,
pretending happy, with a phony grin.
Placing the pain, aside, to not deal with,
in the distance, like sailor, sailing out to sea.
No matter, where one then truly goes,the pain,
is still there, where ever, one might, then be.
No escape is there, must face, the truth ahead,
despite the falling of drops upon one's window pane.
The only way of which to see the rainbow, past the darkness,
is to at times, get drench, and stand in, the pouring rain.
Never ending praises;
Opening hearts;
Souls that never ages;
New home a mansion;
~
Eternal praises;
Unworthy sinner;
Wonderfully forgiven;
~
I stand in awe
join me
as we
Stand in awe;
3/30/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I stand before you, I pause, I halt,
and lay bare my very soul, Lord,
I have been humbled, been saved,
blessed with a new song in my heart.
I have faced the angel of death,
with no fear for you held my hand,
my lighthouse, my true north star,
my light that shines from within.
Strong, bright and clear for all eternity,
beauty dwells not of face, hair or body,
but of soul, the beauty resides within,
and like a beacon leads the way.
___________________________
September 12, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/I Stand In Prayer
Copyright Protected, ID 09-420-164-12
All Rights Reserved 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Stand
sponsor, Debbi Guzzi, Judged 09/17/2012
Tenth Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A poem you love
that placed 10th in another contest, Judged
First Place
I need to break out, I need to break through,
It’s all about me and squat about you.
Lord let me shine, put me to test
Show them my mettle, my very true best.
I’m in this to win, don’t stand in my way,
I’ve always been great to make voter’s sway,
I’ll do and I’ll say whatever I need,
My ultimate goal, they follow my creed.
These joker’s assembled, the best of the bunch
Little they know I’ll eat them for lunch,
And then when its done, let’s throw them a bone,
Make someone my Vice, a worthless sweet home.
You’ve got to get tough when Trump’s the end goal,
A perilous journey towards a wild shoal,
But history knows but one winning hand,
So here’s where I make my desperate last stand.
Lord, I stand in awe of earth’s creation
With valleys so deep and mountains so high
I see tapestries of green and fish floating in streams
And, birds flying high in pretty blue skies
I wonder at how geese flock in V-like formation
Following the same destination year after year
Returning in spring to the same location
I marvel at how bears hibernate in winter
Not eating any berries or fawn
They come out in springtime fatter than ever before
Then eating everything in sight from dusk til’ dawn
I meditate on your Holy word
At how creatures came to Noah’s ark two by two
From birds to bears all in pairs
Safe from flood as if Noah told them to
I feel your presence in earth’s creation
A splendid array of differing elements
All assembled for your adoration
Despite man’s pollution and destitution
Earth remains your greatest creation
Stand In Love
Did you fall in love with her face,
With his charm... or her grace?
Was the one you fell for, still around,
To catch you before you hit the ground?
Stand in love, a panoramic view to see,
Not some vailed duplicity.
Stand in love, feet firm and strong,
Choices made will not be wrong.
When feet like roots, are planted deep,
The fruits of love are yours to keep.
No winter frost, nor biting rain,
Can freeze your heart, or cause you pain.
Don’t fall in love, stand supreme.
Live in love, not in dream.
Joanna Davis
a body double
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no one answered
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