Best Standing Poems
Standing alone on this beach
Standing alone on this beach
remembering the sun greeting the horizon,
draping an aquamarine skyline
in swirling watercolor ribbons
enticing twilight to make an appearance
and the seashells we collected
while leaving our footprints
beneath a cheerful summer moon
sharing warm kisses as
cool water caressed our toes
where you drew a heart in the sand,
and we stood inside promising
to love each other forever,
then counted every star in the heavens
until the dawn returned
Now a desolate shore scattered with
mother of pearl shards
weeps beneath cold clouded skies,
saturated by a sorrowed surf of
wistful waves retreating from
the broken heart I’ve drawn in the sand,
one set of footprints within,
no longer counting stars,
not caring if dawn ever returns,
standing alone on this beach . . .
without you
Written for the Lost Love - Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
I’m standing in the gap for children everywhere.
Wandering this world of sin and doesn’t have a prayer.
I’m standing in the gap for soldiers everywhere.
Fighting an earthly war and dodging bullets everywhere.
I’m standing in the gap for the families that are lost
So their souls will turn back to God
and they will come boldly to the cross.
I’m standing in the gap for my sisters and my brothers.
We must stop this war of hatred
And return to loving one another.
I’m standing in the gap for all of my fellow poets.
That your minds will be strengthened and
Your soul will be touched.
I’m standing in the gap for everyone who says pray for me.
I will intercede for you friends. No matter what the need.
I will pray for your protection all through out the day.
I will pray for your healing and the increasing of your faith.
I will pray for guidance as you go from place to place.
I will pray for His love, Mercy and Peace be with you this very day.
I’m standing in the gap for Ezekiel 22:30 says..And I sought for a man
Among them that , should make up the hedge, and
stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it:
but I found none.
I Am Standing In the Gap….
Patricia Monteiro this one is for you. Inspired from-Who will save the Children...
Thank you....
Precious is the heart whom sheds a tear, to catch
Its light upon bended knee; gently in these hands
A priceless jewel; a sparkling diamond to behold....
Rejoicing anew while pirouetting about; tomorrows
Stage aneath a fingertips touch; warmth this breath
With dreamful wings; and she shall soar; amid vibrant
Colours of a promise; beyound eternals, forevermore
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...."Standing, 'At Love's Door'" ~
The audio version of the Poem can also be heard on my You Tube
Channel 'RavindraKK1' or by using the below given URL
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apYEemRpNRA
While I was standing near My Autumn tree
The Sun was fading, with all its grandeur and beauty,
Somewhere far, very far away amid the Poplar trees.
I was in a state of enchanted stillness,
Beholding the gold which was showering on me,
With every gush of wind coming from the east.
The earth was wrapped in a lovely darkness,
Slowly the Sun rays slipped away from the hands of the evening, but
It embraced the night in her arms perhaps to console its forlorn heart.
I was glued with the fragrance of Autumn, while the Sun was still fading slowly,
Leaving only a yellow and radish glow in the sky.
The golden leaves of Poplar were still falling on me,
Coming to me while flying from the Poplar tree.
Suddenly the birds said adieu to me, reminding me once again the passing of time,
While I was standing near my Autumn tree.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th Sept. 2011
Poem submitted in honor of Brian Strand's contest
SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE
I'm standing on the promise to be good and honest
nothing is more important than being a servant for
the good of man kind nothing is more important than
to let my light shine everyday I wake every breath I
take I try to seek to keep perfect peace with my fellow man
no matter where I stand I want them to understand that life
is a gift only god can give for that I'm standing on the promises
to up hold to cherish to never let my thoughs parish to always listen
and sit still and let god do his will nothing matters more than this
that's why I am standing on the promises of love peace and happiness
I'm standing on the promises that no one can ever take this
I'm standing on the promises of god knowing that he is inside
every step I take every move I make everyday when I wake I take that stand
knowing that god has my hand.
Copyright@September2005
Patricia Jaye
Standing by the lakeshore as I smell the scent of rain
your face drifts into my mind this evening again
each raindrop whispers into my ears your beautiful name
and reminds me of the words we shared years ago with them.
I remember close eyed you used to listen to their song
and with raindrops my fingers would start a journey long
a journey across your face upto the beautiful chin
those moments of love so precious I'm carrying within.
Scent of rain always open a secret door in my heart
your name is still there and will never depart
I know one day time will close that door again
until another evening comes with this nostalgic rain.
i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
from below
in the muck
reeds
grow tall
there are no lips that will draw music
from these clarinet dwellers
the moon above is glued in place nailed in to its spot
holding on to a piece of the bedtime sky
a hand descends from above
cuts the trapped moon down to a sliver
leaving the twilight mostly blind
the little dipper reminds me of a rocking chair
my favourite star shines just a little dimmer
i'm getting old
time passes
does so
uninvited
quiet is my flow of sand
stressed beyond reason
my emotions are stretched passed their limit
the choice
has always been mine
i have not lived the life i was gifted
wide awake in the after dark
with all the usual players
the wolf with his cool stance
dressed in a zoot suit
snapping his beatnik fingers
wooing the maiden night
the lynx with a fluid stride plays
the ground like bongo drums
negotiates the air like brushes on snares
there is a chasm of nurtured colours
engulfing me in its rich deep tones
having stood here longer then i know
i inhale my time in tiny puffs
i am void of the sanity i once possessed
i happily dismissed that blurry concept a long time ago
i live every moment as fully as my strength allows
all the living at the river and its surrounding land
add their breath to the natural air of the eventide
i breathe in the chill of the nightfall air
and i
i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
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Yes, I support the president
I guess that makes me bad
Deplorable, an idiot
And many think I’m mad
When I look back and realize
The freedoms I had lost
I’d vote for him again, again
Because I know the cost
There’s some on here who spin their tales
And many who believe
Not even from the U.S.A
It’s so hard to conceive
Maybe it’s just jealousy
Because we have it good
And if they took the time to look
They’d change, I know they would
At least we don’t pay enemies
(They tried to hide the plan)
Billions in a wooden crate
It's hard to understand
Those cages holding little kids
It makes your smile wilt
Until you all just realize
There one’s Obama built
Yes, we killed a terrorist
We hit him from the sky
Just like B. Obama did
Bin Laden had to die
And now with this impeachment sham
So many loudly cheer
But we will have the final laugh
Election time next year
You see the others scream so loud
With violence and hate
If you do not agree with them
Then you they will negate
So we just keep our voices down
But keep our heads held high
Still standing strong for Donald Trump
While others sit and cry
For it is such a crying shame
This hatred Dems now send
Instead of working hard to make
Our country great again
I worked real hard for what I have
I paid for my own school
Never looked for something free
Does that make me a fool
No one owes me anything
My hand is never out
Except a safer place to live
That’s what it’s all about
So that is it, this piece is done
Just two things left to say
I cast my vote for Donald Trump
And the good old U.S.A.
This will probably reduce my readership on here more than it already is or get me kicked off, but I am entitled to my opinion just like everyone else is.
Standing at The Mountain
There stood the great mountain—
A Sisyphean challenge;
A Job’s journey;
A deferred dream’s destiny;
Indeed, a Draconian feat.
But there also stood the dreaming King;
Tutored prodigy of the King of Kings;
With eyes stayed on the prize,
He smiled at death with God sent eyes.
Yes, the King is dead
But we’re looking ahead!
We are the dream’s vision;
Our children—its reality;
Jacob’s ladder rises before us;
Let’s get to climbing!
“Only the dreamer dies…”
The covered bridge is covered with snow
A thin sheet of ice is on the river below
Swirled patches of gray and white fill the sky
Sun peeks through like the white of an eye
Snow blows off some trees in a cloud
Drifting through the air, as winter stands proud
Heidi Sands
12/5/21
That day we met
‘twas summer ‘63
at the local hop
you sidled up to me
You took my hand
we danced
my heart
my soul
were way up high
almost touched the sky
You walked me
to my bus stop
Bid me a fond farewell
We were to meet
same day
same place
same time
a week from now
That truly was the longest week
Oh how I longed
for you to meet
to sing
to dance
to talk romance
The day arrived
I had survived
I saw you standing there
I knew
for sure
never looked for more
We were the perfect pair
That boy in ‘63
He stole my heart
away from me
And sixty one years on
a piece
of my heart
was now gone
When you left
oh how I cried
bereft
the day you died
Looking back over
my life with you
What more could I desire
My darling dear
true love of my life
For when you chose me for your wife
my husband
my lover
there was no other
I am
I always will be…
~~~~
Your ever loving wife
Written 11th April 2022
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd PLACE
Roses are red
violets are blue
Your mouth is rubber
My feelings are glue
Why must you hate
I haven't a clue
Your narcissistic
Negative mind
Affects us too
Every time
Soon you'll find
Yourself alone
But before I go
I've got one more poem
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But your words really f****** hurt
I been through hell.
Man I even been chain and sell.
But I stand tall because like a black person I will not fail.
I have the heart of a king and a dream that can not be kill.
But this world is fill with misery.
our people is dyeing in this modern day slavery.
Black,white,Latinos,all of my people get up and marsh with me.
Because by any means necessary brother and sister we must break free.
Please listen to me case in God's eyes we are all one family.
But why can't we stop the fighting and unite as one.
Because thats the only way this war will be won
I’m pouring my heart all over your soul,
But nothing can come without a toll,
My emotions are being torn to shreds,
Like a needle tearing through the threads,
But in the end no walls will fall,
In fact they’ll be standing tall,
Only to one with such a fate,
Your lies have arrived a little too late,
For in the end when the walls wont fall,
Your lies will surely get hanged in the hall.
Let's open our eyes,
see what is real,
offer a hand,
let our hearts feel.
Don't stand by,
and do nothing to help,
these are our people,
a bad hand they were dealt.
Help is ready,
lead them safely in care,
their problems now ours,
our love we must share.
Their future depends,
now on us,
let's all do our part,
or do we have the guts.
Not thinking clearly,
something's blocking their view,
we must find out,
we know this is true.
Standing before God,
explaining our life,
can we tell Him,
we did what was right.