Best Started Poems
I'm just getting started to face this new adventure
To roll through the changes, release my fears to the wind
Also, to conquer something inside fighting my body
As it would like to be my enemy, so I must be a friend
I will gather all my strength to rise above these challenges
I will spread my wings to fly free, as I soar the open skies
I will land where I choose and take in every beautiful view
One by one, healing me to the end of colorful rainbows
I will find love in a pot of gold waiting and then I will speak
The words meant to be heard from my journey of survival
My soul will open like a rose with thorns to protect me
Blooming to the fullest of a life thriving from true faith
Fulfilled by a purpose that is mine, meant to reach others
Then, I will sing and I will say once again, thank you God!
Heidi Sands
9/22/19
Categories:
started, blessing, inspirational, motivation, strength,
Form:
Free verse
i'm just getting started
unraveling the threads
of this tattered lonely soul
sewn so long ago
apparition's crooked hands
grapples the rusty needle
as she unsteadily threads the eye
...flashback to childhood years
where a mother ties the loop
of darkened threads
cleaved from her own spool
pierced by torment
of each aberrant stitch
i am sealed in the seams
bound, unable to break free
as i bleed through the confines
of my soul's weary cries
my blood spills crimson
through shadows cast
of harvest moon
as she rocks unsteady
upon the walls of mind
beneath the hum
of unsung lullabies
watching as i undo
each crooked thread
sewn by her hands
unable to baste
with death's bony hands
she pricks through my heart
with soulless glower
as i disenthrall
the last threads
i stitch her deep
within the weaves
of memories
and poetry
...i'm just getting started
September 18, 2019
Just getting started poetry contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
started, child, mother, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Born in Madrid, in fifty nine,
A military Kid, 3rd of 7 in the assembly line;
They named me Michael, but I answer to Wedge,
A Master Sergeant’s son—not much here that's cutting edge.
I grew up a runner, and I wrestled some,
I was a skateboarding brawler and a surfer bum;
Didn’t try very hard in primary school,
Laziness, not ignorance—I was a bit of a tool.
Then I met this fine girl, long hair just like copper,
Who took me to church, sweet, innocent, and proper;
At Wood’s Grove on knees, accepting Him for long haul,
In 1978—just weeks before Uncle Sam called.
In a flash came the Navy, Marriage, college, and kids,
A submarine, 2 surface ships—I was a bit of a squid;
On to Chapel Hill, where I taught Midshipmen,
By ’94, farewell my Navy—I’m now a businessman.
Life moved fast from the crib thru each grade,
For Mom & two girls—my female brigade;
Growing up we did lots, mostly travels and school,
Plus church, school sports, dance and piano recitals, how cool!
Today, they’re gone—our empty nest in their wake,
New lives, with spouses, and pups—and new names.
So I paint and I hike—while my soulmate sews and she reads;
And we both now teach high school—sharing Christ as He leads.
I’m grateful my Navy recalled this old goat,
To lead men and women, ashore and afloat;
Retirement and selection, to teach young Cadets,
A large pain in the butt—but I have no regrets.
After 60 odd years, I’m modestly content,
With where my life’s been, and headed—once spent.
But mostly I’m thankful—family, friends and great health,
And for wonderful friendships—the source of my wealth!
Some say sixty's getting old,
Creaky knees, aches and pains, hard hearing—all told.
And I contend, aging's NOT for the faint hearted,
But most who know me know—I'm just getting started!
Categories:
started, age, career, children, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Forces of the universe produce a wonderous array of spectacles afar.
Monstrous planets rotating around just one lustrous inferno of a star.
Myriads of illuminated stars are part of the yet unexplored distant space.
Nature not to be outdone displays ecstasy in many an enchanted place.
Magnificent mountain ranges protrude their snow-covered peaks on high.
Burnt amber deserts, picturesque oases, palms growing lush defy the dry.
Mighty oak trees in emerald, green fields flourishing a rainbow of blooms,
Sweetest scent wafting over the lands brings a cascade of delicate perfumes.
Forlorn, I am presented with an abyss a mere stark white expanse, a page.
On which I am expected to create art to, enlighten captivate or enrage.
It is a daunting task to pit my prowess against such powerful competition.
I trust my muse is in perfection mode to tackle such a demanding rendition.
To compete with Nature and the Universe, I strive to create a masterpiece.
All the enlightened, poetic power flowing within me, my muse must release.
A plain blank canvas provides a challenge, of what to do, be it near or far,
The project at hand may be almost as difficult as lighting a candle from a star.
Categories:
started, universe,
Form:
Couplet
How endearing the innocence of life was,
When blissfully it started, with a blank canvas,
Cherishing in mother’s love and warmth,
Happy as can be, cuddled in loving arms,
Flaunting vigor of adorable, zealous charm.
Life ran into hurdles as it learned to walk,
Stumbled, yet got up, after every fall,
Giggled and babbled, learning to talk;
And from gibberish, as cogent words formed,
How flawless, pure, beginning of life was!
Soon, as it donned unique shape and form,
Colors adorned fabric of once empty canvas,
In brushstrokes of inspiration and resolve,
Enlisting hope, amidst despairs of loss,
And beams of light upon tenebrous clouds.
On ambitions it thrived, braving passionately,
Yet, encountered unbearable abyss of grief
As doubt and dismay churned in defeats
And failures sprouted within complacency,
Deviating from path of purposeful deeds.
From inner peace, as wisdom vibes chimed,
Life freed from mundane, agitation of strife,
Triumphant when dreams and reality rhymed,
Questing for tranquility in eternity of time,
Retouching feats-unfinished on canvas of life.
Categories:
started, life, metaphor,
Form:
Verse
And he started caressing her face
Between her two brows his fingers stopped momentarily
Causing her to open her dreamy eyes questionably
Demanding more tip-toeing of his fingers downwards
Eventually his fingers stopped at the softness of her lips.
Categories:
started, romance,
Form:
Abecedarian
It all started as fun like it usually does
Back when she was a great girl who'd always been beautifully loved
Way back before she'd been brutally touched
She goes out weekly and has a few drink like most teens
She doesn't let boys get close, only in their dreams
She goes to university to try and make her future career better
One day she gives in to peer pressure
She's scared when alone, but they don't feel Fear together
Her friends pressure her into popping pills
Now the world is not as real
She's feels high but low at the same time
Trying to think, but is struggling with her mind
She leaves the bar with a strange guy, who spoke kind words
There's no harm in a little flirt
Is what her friends say, but that night he gets her out of her skirt
Takes her home, but never calls back
Her whole confidence, begins to fall flat
Now she's doing lines of cocaine almost daily
Her and her friends haven't spoke lately
She's going off the rails, her friends should be keeping her on track
This is when her whole world starts to turn black
She used to say she'd only give a chance to a man who treats her
But her new man, disrespects and beats her
She knows her time is coming, she doesn't have long left
She keeps taking the wrong steps
Her dreams are broken and faith's lost
Her teeth are rotting and she's had a severe weight loss
We all know how enjoyable sex is
But she doesn't enjoy it, she's sleeping around for her next fix
As long as she gets the drugs she doesn't care about being respected
She's happy to continue destroying the beauty she was blessed with
There's places she doesn't want to visit on her next trip
She's not into small talk or sharing the facts
She's just doing what she can, for her next heroin bag
Her man beats her worse than before, because he finds out she has aids
No new beginning
No happy ending
No chance of winning
She's almost at the end of the chapter on her page
She's never been suicidal
But she's been caught in a vicious cycle
She grabs the knife and cuts until she bleeds
Tears in her eyes, right before her heart no longer beats
I wrote this based off the world we live in, so this girl doesn't exist
But there are plenty of true stories just like this
I wish this had a happy ending, because this girl was meant to set the world alight
But it's a sad story of how drugs ruined a girls life
Categories:
started, dark, death, death of
Form:
Free verse
I started a joke…
I started a joke to be laughed at, when I was young.
Now I am too old and I know that I was wrong.
I started to smile, when I saw her, but she is gone.
Now I will see her in all my dreams until dawn.
I started a dance I praised it with every song.
Now the music died and I did cry all night long.
I started to hear her magic voice in all my dreams.
No you do not know, till you don’t know what it means.
I started to look when she was dancing under the moon.
Now with all this pain the dark shadows coming soon.
I started to run to nowhere land when she was gone,
Now I am tired and need something to hold on.
I started a search with all my soul to find and seek,
Yet she is not there, and what is there for me to speak.
I started to cry because I miss my better half,
I know it for sure, I will see her and we'll laugh.
I love you my love, you are with me joyous and kind.
I will be dreaming with all my heart, you will find.
11/21/17
Categories:
started, dream, for her, love,
Form:
Rhyme
It started with a blank canvas,
the world I should make but I am anxious.
Making fields of pretty flowers,
to the deep blue seas takes many hours.
Mountains that can reach the clouds,
to sand covered lands with no crowds.
Now for animals as small as a mouse,
to ones as big as an elephant but not in the house.
Birds that can fly,
to fish who can swim under the blue sky.
Oh how I love them all,
creatures small and tall.
Guess I am ready for man,
it will take some thought is My plan.
My best of all my creations I am seeing,
for this is a human being.
Man has been born,
he needs a mate so blow a horn.
A loving women has been made,
she will come to his aid.
It started with a blank canvas,
is the garden of Eden really in Kansas?
I made it all for love and not for falsehood,
I wonder if people will become no-good.
Categories:
started, animal, bird, love, men,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm just getting started on my new revised life
Taken from cancer’s claws, I was spared
And in the daunting morning light
As I grasp the new branch of a life finally free
In wonderment of judgement day
My breath new against my breast, deeply
I reach out to feel my way, alone
Unsure of my direction ~ no secure compass
With tentative steps unleashed from fear
I am awash with delight at every corner
I have taken wrong turns and fast u-turns
No going back to a past long finished
Alone has always been better than that
Then I found you along my way
Filling me with hope I leap ~ then run
Circle back to you, for you are genuine
Holding my hand as you let me play or go away
I fly now toward new dreams and countries
Taking chances, stretching beyond my known
Not alone anymore if the fire returns to burn
Yes, I'm just getting started on my new revised life
Full of hope, encouragement, angel light
Through fire you are forged to crystalline beauty
Through love you are reborn in confidence
Fly me to the moon on mended wings
written 9-18-2019
I'm just getting started Poetry Contest
4th place Premium
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
started, cancer, hope, love, recovery
Form:
Free verse
I'm Just Getting Started
I'm just getting started, though I'm not in control,
But I am all dressed and indubitably, very well-composed,
virtuously loved by many, with honored adulation exposed,
so I lie and wait, but ready to go, anew, in my dapper clothes.
A broken watch on a floor, as time ticks onwards as before,
A kiss that's giving--believing, a kiss that's receiving--deceiving,
The moon coasts to attuned hearts that are squabbling on a lane,
Stars twinkle to sparkled wishes pouring from tear ducts of the hopeless,
Night waves surge, tickling the traipsing shoeless of the fully-clothed.
Baby falls to ahhs!--cries--carried, cuddled to coos,
Then wide-eyed to wonders of weird faces of two adult fools,
A writer's measure can be the length of a Tolstoy novel or the brevity of a Haiku,
Mata Hari can read her victims like a book, while Cassanova can undress pages with his looks,
The blessed and the bliss read scriptures from this,
While Cain to the cursed cast spells and do their worst,
From the sublime to the lowly, to the noteworthy and the ordinary,
From Titanic's affluent first-class to her destitute in steerage,
One day we will stand equals, titless bearing none other,
The Book Of Life is read, there stands, once a king next to a pauper.
2019 September 13
*5th Place*
I'm just getting started
~~John Hamilton
Categories:
started, conflict, dream, judgement, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
I picked up some words,
From an over heaped pile,
Words which impressed me most.
Put them carefully onto a blank paper,
Like a practiced player placing,
Rooks and pawns on a chequered grid.
Seeing page after page getting filled
With a deluge of words, I felt thrilled,
Viewed it casually from a distance,
Like an artist looking at a painting.
I saw words become colors,
My prodigality with words impressed me.
I gloated over my ability as a writer.
Lo! A work of literature in crude form,
Stood ready, willing to be chipped and shaped.
All left was to give it a form,
A stroke here and there,
Some finishing touches!
“It’s all so damn easy,
I shall keep the thing aside,
Ample time lies ahead.
I can now relax, take a break”.
I said to myself, complacent.,
Days slipped by and months rolled away.
One day I took out the scroll,
Wiping the dust and cobwebs away.
Read through it slowly,
My former illusion just faded away.
Its stale familiarity repelled me.
Words stuck out here and there,
Making no coherent sense.
All I found was a jumbled, jotted mass.
To me, ere they looked like lovely dames,
Colorfully dressed up for a mega show.
My eyes were dazzled by their costume,
But now when I wait for them to fall in line,
Gyrating in rhythmic steps
They stand still as a disorderly mass,
Refusing to budge an inch,
Unwilling to sway to a rhyme.
Lost in a barren desert of words,
With each grain of thought
Looking so similar, lacking uniqueness,
I set aside my empty new canvas,
Which I had kept ready for re-entering.
Until the artist in me comes up
With a new configuration of colors
Let it rest in the drawer of my shelf.
Categories:
started, art, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Started To Sing A Serenade
Into a far off past had started to fade
And wanted to sing her this serenade
Take my soul and be sure to set free
From all discomfort and much misery.
Now that my life has reached an end
last memory of me thought I'd send
For you to enjoy and remember me by
And whatever you do should not cry.
Hear this serenade and think of me
Still feel your lips and see your beauty
Warm close to me and I am enchanted
Never my love ever take for granted.
Goodbye and maybe again one day
We may be close again in every way
High in heaven where God did intend
This serenade to you will sing and send.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Wrote this for Andrea after I heard her
song Honeymoon-Serenade.
Categories:
started, allegory, analogy, love,
Form:
Couplet
What was I when the canvas was blank,
and your eyes invited me to find silent meanings?
you became a note played on my guitar
in candlelight desire
your welcomed fiery glow
dripped on the sense of my loneliness
passionate, burning, hungry
like melted wax on a candle stick
or was it all a hallucination,
blowing across my desert?
where I wandered on false promises
tethered to you
in time wasted with beds in empty rooms
where passion was a hunger met
devoured by the teeth of our starving souls
leaving us drained and unfulfilled
like two drunken lovers drinking from an empty bottle
we left on the side of our gravel road
from our pitiful lives
as what was became a memory
of scattered debris and distant thoughts
that will vanish in time
Categories:
started, conflict, memory,
Form:
Free verse
It was not truly blank
For it bore the unseen burden of promise
For it held the texture
Of a calloused hand
The tone of tinted toil
The excellence
Of a gifted craftsman
Inscribe on a blank canvas.
It would tempt
The artist
Gift him
Faint flaws
Tease her
With threaded dalliance
Soft shadows
Cast the tint
Of imperfection’s challenge
The artist
Studied every angle
Fondled with his eyes
Every subtle twist
Of light
Of texture
Of tenor
Seized the promise
Of the blank canvas
Slowly mixed the paints
Caressed the canvas
Fulfilling its promise
With swirling brushes.
Categories:
started, art, imagination,
Form:
Free verse