Best Steadying Poems
When streams of paper roses,
bleed bitter fragrances,
evil mists of leaves slowly fall,
drifting along autumnal
breeze of yesterdays.
And i question
unseen dirt trapped
between sharpened thorns:
what if the sun,
at the end of your horizon,
seems brighter
than the skies in my mind?
What if days are a little longer
than the spoonful of quiet nights
you’ve fought?
Would you still paint
hollow bones of every skeleton
in your glass closet,
with black and white traces
flickering through
sociopathic holes and into
the windows of your rusted soul?
But what if, all this time,
you’ve been seeing silver linings
through ruby tinted glasses,
whilst steadying
your befogged sight with the core
of the devil’s unspoken mantras?
Maybe, the fault is in what flows
beneath your thick flesh,
that refuses to let redolent air
to rush in,
unless wicked winds
orchestrate songs of your
delusional manifestation.
So unlock the rails of
your iron heart,
follow me to the fields
of fluorescent fuchsias;
for I’ve always dared
to speak invisible visions
of my scarlet desires,
as I run with teal green wildflowers,
where pleasure spells my name
across lawns
in soft lavender dusks.
I fear no mourning monsters
dressed in golden feathers;
virtual vultures
speaking in demonic dialects,
waltzing with energy vampires.
They pretend to be angels
of cyan eden, oblivious
to the burning hell they reek,
exhaling scripted sentiments
of sanctimonious metaphors.
Whilst rhyming with a
cruel conscience,
seeking for meaningless endings.
They craft empty
expressions in
ghostly recitations,
revised to ruin
every starry sphere,
where achromatic ink-sanity,
remains reluctant to
follow me and my moon.
Categories:
steadying, dark, deep, feelings, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
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Your written words roll off my tongue, and I savor the taste
Captivating my desires, with your nostalgic embrace
Your verses I desire, your poesies I crave
Your sensual phrases place me in a daze
Rhythmically in sync, steadying the pace
Melodies in motion, no need for haste
Intoxicated by the scent of your lyrical fragrance
My imagination climaxes from your melodic persuasion
Your hypnotic undertones send chills down my spine
It’s like poetic seduction when I read between your lines
Chiquita Chiamaka Baity
^^^cdi^^^
Categories:
steadying, fantasy, imagination, on writing
Form:
On The Edge
He lay flat on the floor
On the edge of his mind's cliff
Taking notes
Wondering
is this life worth living
He tried to remember
Grasp onto
Happier times
Shadows of light
Fluttered beyond his grasp
Teasing
Evaporating
Hiding
Figments wrapped in glittering paper
Promising
Tempting
Geometrically angled
Away from him
He felt the coolness of the tile
Terracotta pressing against his forehead
Soothing
Absorbing his fever
Steadying him
Whispering
Promising relief
"Let your blood accentuate my redness"
" I will protect your bones"
Light flows through stained glass
Christ's brilliant blue eyes
Piercing his sadness
Reassuring him
There will be more days
Brighter lights
Warmth not clay
Sadness shall be left to yesterday
The floor will not be fed today
It is washed with his salty tears
The edge vanishes
Was it ever there?
One moment
Graciously
Turned to years
He sits in a pew
Looks up away from himself
It now seems so clear
He gets up
Walks across the floor
Walks out the silent door
Deciding once and for all
He doesn't need
Or want
This horrid place
Any more
His heart is healed
God goes where he goes
The suffering he lived no longer grows
What he remembers sets him free
He will not be lost to history
He chooses a life of Joy not misery.
Dedicated to native children abused in church and residential schools.
Their culture was systematically stripped away. in some cases much worse
things happened behind what should have been hallowed walls.
In writing this I question if this piece was honoring to Native people. As I thought about this I realized that this piece speaks to their resilience as a people. Despite what was done to them they have found a way to hold onto their culture traditions art and language. We have much that we can learn from them.
Written by: Richard J. Lamoureux
www.wisedummypoet.com
Categories:
steadying, loss,
Form:
Free verse
The ponderous fog lifted early,
now the widening bounteous blue
makes its presence known,
my feet stay on the ground,
but my eyes climb an upward
journey passing slowly in review
and as big as passion itself.
I'm gently carried to another height,
a caressing contentment and quiet period
where the depths of inspiration
seem limitless among the sculptural
mountains that slope near, then
irregularly lift and fall, and beyond
every heightening, a new heightening waits.
Resting on the mountaintops, one huge
cloud with scalloped edges of mighty
morning shine, and lingering high above
are the smoldering sunbeams, therefore,
ranks of gold in scattered grandeur
are put on view wherever it falls.
A wandering river coursing unhindered,
alongside, verdant fern that's spread out
like green lace, but also sated
pines in their stateliness of movement.
Reaching for mountain peaks so that
serenity stretches out its sensors
to relieve any inner restlessness or
turbulence while steadying my hurried pace.
Categories:
steadying, happiness, inspirational, nature, passion,
Form:
Free verse
My old bones swayed to the old tune
bringing back memories long forgotten.
My spirit rejoiced in exultation
of a ne'er forgotten loving excitation.
For you’re my Dancing Queen.....
There you stood like a wallflower,
indifferent, lukewarm, nonchalant;
seemingly thinking about other things.
You drove me mad, my dancing queen,
you taunted me perilously, wretchedly.
How could I ever bear the teasing looks
you guardedly gave me, my lovely nymph?
I was dancing with some insipid teen,
definitely not having the time of my life;
my loving eyes piercing your sensuous curves
like Eros arrows hitting at random and at will.
Yet you looked on as if I was not there.
The music grew to a raw crescendo....
For you were my dancing queen
and suddenly I was madly in love with you.
I twirled, spun and tripped over you.
The music stopped, dancers gazed at me
with a heartfelt pang as I lay sprawled at your feet.
A racking malaise stabbed my whole being
until I felt your strong hands help me up
steadying me, and leading me to a chair.
And you were only nineteen!!!
The music began again, the old familiar strains
How nimble you could dance,
Oh how I yearn for that sweet moment
For you were my dancing queen......
You danced away while I stayed put
as my foot swelled with excruciating pain.
The euphoric dance came to a halt.
The lights went low.
You helped me to your waiting car.
I leant back, tired and abject
Until I felt your lips on mine;
the heavenly music began again...
yes, yes you’re my dancing queen,
you will always be my dancing queen.
Categories:
steadying, dance, love,
Form:
Free verse
Starting the perilous journey,
first one foot,
and then the other.
Entering the icy water of the
mountain stream.
Steadying, loose footing on moss
covered rocks.
Making my way upstream,
moving forward.
Jumping great crevices of mountain water.
From rock to rock,
ever onward.
To the solitude of nature,
away from prying eyes.
Finally, after ankle bruises,
wet from head to toe.
I reach my final goal,
where no man has walked in ages.
The quiet,
to hear my mind think.
Lying back against some giant rock,
ruler of my own domain.
I bask in my victory of the
Sream Walker.
But soon my time will end,
returning to civilization.
But for once,
I was the olympic winner
in the stream walking event
Categories:
steadying, nature,
Form:
Free verse
From where I came
By Lawrence Lally Nunez
On the shore of the Caribbean I stand
Steadying my gaze with my hand,
Searching far beyond the sea
With My cup of fever grass tea
To sooth my mind, body and soul
This is not my only goal
For I want to see from where I came
And how my father played the game
Yurumei they say was my home
Where life was sweet as the honeycomb
hudut, tapou and ereba I ate
Peeled, mash, beat and grate.
Real fresh I had my fish
To make these delicious dish
As I look from where I came
I know my mama played the game
In these times the world is new
With I-pads and cell phones I grew
Today I am lawyer, policeman and actor
All I needed then was a bush doctor
Whether I was happy jolly or blue
To keep me together he had the glue
I must know from where I came
In order for me to play the game
Friends you need to know the creed
Don’t be guided by your greed
Don’t sell your people for monetary gain
For you will suffer consequence and pain
The legacy we get is to hold and preserve
For this our children they do deserve
Please know from where you came
You need to learn to play the game
Categories:
steadying, culture, history, international,
Form:
Chant Royal
I didn't always savor the mountain,
That life has forced me to climb.
Nor have days been all a nectar fountain,
Making life to be totally sublime.
But an unseen hand has guided my way,
Steadying me each time I've slipped.
As on life's path I've walked each day,
Sometimes I've stumbled or tripped.
I've endured words that often stung,
From some thoughtless verbal attack,
Then from my heart, back I've flung,
Later remorseful for hurting back;
But God never promised an easy climb,
Only that He would provide a way.
My way of escape always came in time,
Guiding me through that arduous day.
Categories:
steadying, mountains,
Form:
Lyric
Friendship can prevent a blip,
By steadying the ship
And steering it clear of a rip
So it does not start to tip,
And the mate does not need to look for his whip,
With nobody needing to strip,
Do a flip,
And into the water slip,
Resulting in a broken hip,
Or a bruised lip,
That starts to drip,
Making it difficult to share a nip,
Or even one little sip,
Which gives one the pip,
And the inability to take a kip,
Until the doctor makes a snip,
That looks like a zip,
And prescribes a pill for a long trip.
Categories:
steadying, analogy, appreciation, baptism, blessing,
Form:
Personification
Lately I find the ink of my pen dried
scarce of thoughts and emotions
that comes flowing naturally
from the core of my heart
I miss the raging feelings
and endless stirrings
that rise higher
and dive deeper as they come
Like a dance that sway up and down
to the beat of the music
or of a musical note
that ascend and descend
in a crescendo and diminuendo
feelings and emotions that were dancing
to the tune of life's beat and rhythm
are silent and asleep
I feel a steadying calmness
an interlude from this medley
that puts my heart at rest
Serenity fills me now
confident and secure
in knowing that life like a balance
can tip high and low but cannot sink me
I can dance through life without fear
of falling and drowning in its complexities
as I have someone
who needs and loves me
arms to pick me up and lift me
a hand to hold and guide me
a faith that is strong to sustain me
a hope that never dims inside me
Categories:
steadying, dance, feelings, life,
Form:
Free verse
When the bout of loneliness
Strikes unawares
How I long
For a hand to hold on
How I wish
For life to go on
Trembling for a while
But steadying myself
Curbing my feelings
Groping in the darkness
I see a thin line of hope
Briefly I stop
Its the minds game
For there's no line
Nor hope.
© Nadiya (15 Jan '15)
Categories:
steadying, feelings, hope, how i
Form:
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
Categories:
steadying, beautiful, environment, imagery, mountains,
Form:
Rhyme
His calloused hands forsook the carpentry trade, His Father's will to keep.
His tender hands grasped a shepherd's crook to tend His precious sheep.
His consoling hands hold our own when from sadness and grief we weep.
His guiding hands steer us along righteous paths with His love so deep!
His healing hands touched their eyes and behold the blind could see!
His steadying hands reached out to Peter and rescued him from the sea!
His compassionate and bleeding hands were nailed upon a rugged tree.
There he suffered and died yet lived again, from sin to set us free!
His steadfast hands are there to guide us o'er life's perilous strands.
His invitation is everlasting - we need only to grasp His beckoning hands.
In this troubled world that makes upon each of us such diverse demands,
We can put our trust in The Master's Hands for he truly understands!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Adeleke Adeit's "Hollow Of His Hands" Contest - August 2010
Categories:
steadying, religion
Form:
Rhyme
Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart,
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced.
It beats,
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever unvaried.
But the brain.
The brain is swarmed
by a scream of consciousness,
the amount of work that lands on its desk
swollen by an epidemic of incoming data
as body-wide receptors caffeinated by intimations of love
report frequent sightings of
unexampled beauty followed by euphoric contacts.
Every signal, real or illusory, is taken into custody and interrogated
to determine its authenticity or duplicity.
Every word is a code that needs to be deciphered with a
clear-eyed detachment it can no longer muster.
Every look is transferred to the left side
for facial-contextual-inferential analysis but often hijacked by the right
for the purpose of aesthetic appreciation.
Every scent is identified and catalogued with
a perfumer's olfactory precision.
There are hints to catch,
spats to be postmortemed,
crucial dates to be inoculated against amnesia,
preferences to be recorded, compared, grafted,
model answers to catch-22 questions drafted,
declarations of adoring allegiance crafted.
The subject’s mind is apparently required to be read,
two sets of past, present, future to be crossbred,
blindness to other females pled.
There are virtues to exaggerate to divine proportions,
flaws to modify to virtues with willful distortions,
desires to mollify by counseling patience,
thoughts to be felt,
feelings to be thought,
vertigo to be fought.
Still the to-do list grows,
the repairing of an attention that no longer spans,
the mistaking of what happens to millions of others daily
as a unique personal miracle,
the confusing of being loved with being special,
the projecting of an untested passion into an eternity,
the steadying of feet that has taken to walking on air,
the murdering of ballads meant to be trilled,
and the admonishing
of that nonchalantly speeding heart
to be still.
Categories:
steadying, body, crush, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
There are stairs that I climbed
Obscure and vague
Stars shown in the darkness
Not a cloud in the sky
And I climbed toward the blue cloud
Angels peeped and watched silently
A place called dreamland lay sublime
Not our place, but another quite unusually divine
While ascending she bit an apple and smiled
The spirit seemed twisted, not right, she implied
Fingers signally, “Come hither.”
Ignoring the voices, I moved forward
They were dim, not bright as Elysium’s promise
But while I traveled, they sought to distract my flight
Again, moving away, as best one could
They grabbing my shins and touching my hair
Spit, from the apple, drooling, she glared
Provoking my thoughts, Succubus dared
The chasms before reaching the blue cloudy space
Yelled and screamed demanding their voice
Steadying and sober moving way past their daunts
They got angrier and madder, as I progressed
It seemed forever my flight on the escalator divine
Screaming to close to my ears and eyesight
And once I learned how to ignore their threats
Their screams dissipated and my fears regressed
And Elysium’s doorway opened when I turned away
She then welcomed me with endearing arms that day
©2015 Bonnie G Jennings All Rights Reserved
Categories:
steadying, dark, deep, dream, evil,
Form:
Dramatic Verse