Best Subside Poems
I woke up that day with tears in my eyes,
after I heard about your father's demise.
Guess you've never understood,
the point of being his blood.
I remember when your mother left,
how he was totally bereft.
Ran off with the man next door,
not once did he call her a whore.
Not once did your mother call,
too busy having a ball.
Forgot about her only child,
to live a life fun and wild.
He knew he had to be strong,
so the world would do you no wrong.
Every night he held you tight,
his eyes your guiding light.
Every time you would cry,
he would kiss those tears dry.
Worked three jobs so you had the best,
not once did he fail in your request.
He suppressed all his sorrows deep inside,
he was broken but never did he subside.
Single he remained for the rest of his life,
dedicated to you, so you would not face strife.
Yet you too, decided to walk away,
tell me what led you astray?
You called him a religious bore,
when you ran out of that door.
He had your best interests at heart,
but you belittled him for not being smart.
Then you wonder why he finally broke,
all that stress gave him a deadly stroke.
Now you stand there with your unfaithful mother,
with someone who is young enough to be your brother.
Crocodile tears stream from your artificial face,
as his coffin is lowered into his final resting place.
How ironic it has started to pour with rain,
maybe it's God washing away all of his pain.
Don't come running to me for sympathy,
I have no time for those with no dignity.
All his sacrifices now you seem to realise,
but he can't hear you, it's too late to apologise.
Because of you he lived a life heartbroken,
forever you will regret those words unspoken.
P.S
If you think his inheritance will help your austerity,
he wasn't that stupid, he left it all to charity!
The Silent One
16 February 2018
Based on a true story
Categories:
subside, anger, death, death of
Form:
Rhyme
The mustard seed
a wild mustard seed took flight
carried aloft in gathering light
over thistle'd sage and poppies
in countless colorful copies
as brash rain showers subside
the retreat of angry clouds abide
scolded by the Northern wind
in search of infinity's final end
once barren hills, now painted gold
snow geese forage with fledgling fold
amid the flutter of swallowtail's wings
from soil sprouted seedling life brings
'til once more mustard's children are blown
from heaven's heights the earth is sown
~~~Dedicated to my Uncle Joe~~~
Categories:
subside, children, earth, flower, nursery
Form:
Couplet
I fear as I drip my word
Teardrops would be overheard
No verse shall set its rhythm or whine
I dread my anguish is seen as I rhyme
Whatever deep into my soul unable to mute
I wholly surrender to the magic of the flute
To bring the sublime into the mundane is insane
My world of poetry, in your glossary no word for strain
Blind to the divine truth we wander astray
Tempted by sick feelings we fall an easy prey
Of all the stages, one and only age
When the Self falls into the clutches of rage
Granted is the time to ponder and reap
What is sown of seeds of wonder so deep
I’m not the wise of these keywords beauty
Just an ardent learner of Mother Nature’s bounty
*****
Hope inside shall reside
Faith can stand the whole ride
Pain to the word would subside
Brave hearts survive emotions tide
Retired souls in rhyme confide.
Categories:
subside, deep, faith, how i
Form:
Rhyme
While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.
Along the crests crawl shallow shades the soaring sun effaces
and rains in streams enhance the dreams that fantasy embraces
while ocean sprays of yesterdays reveal forsaken faces.
The midday sun has slowed its run, a shrinking puddle steams,
between the knells of shattered shells drift soaring seagulls’ screams –
the beauty wends but never ends, or so it surely seems.
At dusk a ruddy disk descends, the skyline's furnace burns
and neath the swells where Neptune dwells, an undercurrent churns –
a seahorse hides and seaweed bides until the tempest turns.
While twilight hosts the winds with ghosts of barbed electric spangles,
a mermaid braves the crashing waves adorned with starfish bangles –
her spirit yearns in twists and turns entwined in rockweed tangles.
As seven stranded seamen scan the dimple-dappled moon,
a brace of surly Sirens serenade a lonely loon –
the breakers pound and sometimes sound a melancholy tune.
Soon gales ignite the briny night and rip the skies askew
with zigzag teeth flashed deep beneath a blazing bolt tattoo –
storms, spent, subside in ebbing tides, then all begins anew.
Categories:
subside, nature, sea, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
I slipped on a teardrop and landed in muck.
No inkling had I of my future bad luck.
The tear I had cried started out, oh, so small
I’d felt little need to be crying at all.
But crying that one single tear was enough
To bring to me to this! Now my life’s getting tough.
The muck where I landed is not disappearing.
And sometimes these days I can feel my eyes tearing.
I do what I can though to stop tears from flowing.
It doesn’t much matter; the muck just keeps growing.
The muck is becoming a loose and wet sand.
Yes, quicksand! It pulls me. I reach for a hand. . .
Then hands from my loved ones; then hands from each friend.
With so many hands out, this can’t be the end!
The muck turned to quicksand could swallow me whole,
But I must believe that it can’t take my soul.
My family and friends are comfort for me.
Their hands I grab hold of; then strong I can be.
I’ll keep loving life, and I’ll laugh. In a while
The quicksand will have to subside, and I’ll smile.
I’ll next be the one whose comfort gets handed
To one who has slipped on a teardrop and landed.
Written 6/21/16 with gratitude for all who were there for me in a trying time
Now for PD's Deep ( 001) Poetry Contest
Categories:
subside, friendship, life,
Form:
Couplet
The sun will break again for you, my friend
From out of darkness into light, you’ll tread
Your grief, it will subside and may soon end
And I’ll be with you on the road ahead
Recovery’s road goes both up and down
These months without your mate have left you frail
But cast away the tears; you will not drown
It’s time that you remove your mourning veil
Look up to see the friends who stand by you
We know your loss, but struggle to express
And still, we’re standing by till you pull through
So when grief calls, don’t fret or acquiesce
You will not have to make this trip alone
A new start waits till past this grief you’ve grown
Categories:
subside, friendship, loss, recovery from,
Form:
Sonnet
In dreams of yonder, wishes wistfully conceive,
A cradle of lost tomorrows, where shadows sway;
To a realm unseen, where hearts believe,
Past where twilight’s lulling lullabies lay,
A world where reverie and reality secretly play.
Through the veil of verity…
…Aisling nocturnally creates,
Mountains of moonlight, rivers of rhyme,
A world untouched by changing tides and capricious fate.
In this land, where we lose track of all time,
A place where voices harmonize; oh, so surreal, so sublime.
A city of silence, a forest of fears,
The cloud-kissed towers, an ocean of sorrow,
Beneath twilight's gentle, silent tears.
An ephemeral world free of yesterdays and tomorrow,
A dreamscape unfolding where sleep freely borrows.
A tremor runs through castle walls,
A sigh escapes the forest deep,
Twilight's tears turn into calls
Of roosters waking from their sleep.
The ocean's sorrow shimmers pale
A canvas primed for sun's first brush.
The mountains, caught in morning's veil
Dissolves to silence, whispers hush.
As a new dawn dances
the dream dissipates
The illusion shatters
reality reinstates.
For the land was an Elysium delight
A mere mirage in the moonlit night.
Dissolving in dawn's delicate dance
…like a mist in morning sacred light.
Fading Starlight sifts through leaves, painting emerald shadows on the ground.
Lost in the morning's mellowness,
a sigh escapes,
the dream departs,
unrenown…
Though dawn reclaims the waking world,
a yearning in my heart resides,
For Elysium's lost melody,
where time and sorrow gently subside.
Categories:
subside, dream, emotions, loss, memory,
Form:
Lyric
No flame within!
do I hold for you
no delightful delicacy
shall I put to rhyme.
No picturesque words
in italics of your
woeful wildlife, no
acknowledgement of
the ancient mariner, he
that crossed the margin
of our “Atlas of the world.”
(Still in use, [I believe] in the
old stone museum.)
One can easily live in fear
of your many mordant moods,
to see you capture the
embracing horizon, where warring
clouds fondle the sunlight,
and the departing QE 2 is
reduced to microcosm.
How can one live in awe of
you, when at the end of each
day you snatch at the light of
sustenance, therefore
giving license to the veil
of damnation, soon to be cast
out of the east, driving impending
fears to languish upon the
unholy waters of the Styx?
(An extraction of the mind,
an evaporation of the memory
the spray dried brain
tossed into oblivion.)
Yet each morning an
interval to one’s ongoing
nightmare, when with renewed
levitation, the new light reprieved!
Begins avidly it’s universal
journey across Manukau’s
“Pack ‘n’ Save” Car park.
Oh yes! It is so easy to hate you;
you that brought the rest of
the world here, you that constitutes
a world within a world, that,
where the cycle of life creates it’s
own constitution, each player
judged on cue, to become an act of
fodder, mobile supermarkets
in ferocious competition with
nothing at all to give.
“Unless death itself is a gift!”
Upon the surface your
treachery still lingers, there,
tenacious tentacles lurk
within the sedulous surf,
groping blindly at sedated
rocks, those pinnacles of sanctuary
that harbour the weary,
support the rod.
Only when gravitation truly
intervenes, does the perpetual
invasion subside, leaving one in
no doubt about your promiscuity!
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Categories:
subside, angst, light, world,
Form:
Free verse
The Crossover
By Kim Patrice Nunez
26 August 2015
Come, let me join you in your world
beyond the glow of crescent moon
I won't be stopped by words you hurled
my love enfolds you silent soon.
I felt the anguish of your mind
and heard of secret crimes you hide
Turn not away, the truth let’s find
You’re still alive, they thought you died.
Healed of every sin from my life
Entwined by death the heavens will subside
In each soul resides purpose and strife
Walking in a new world side by side
In a world, making any kind of sacrifice
I found forgiveness beyond the night
By the gates, love waits in paradise
Crossing over into the light.
A Poet Destroyer Collaboration
Categories:
subside, depression, encouraging, love, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters; turning
Amid my spindrift Soul wherein loves tumult rages....
Crashing through this pulsing heart that knowingly craves her ~
Aneath these turquoise tides, which tear burnt pages?!
Washed upon the shore to feed the pyramids pyre
Torn from destined books carving ancient time....
Spirits chanting dreams while dancing in the fire
Captured by the flames of oranges burning; loves sublime ~
Sunrise, now gathering blue horizons to kiss the wrested nights
Waning heavens waving a million reflections left, glittering deep inside....
Astringent embers touching tranquility while as floating through the rougish sky
Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters still, only to subside!?
Torn from destined books carving ancient time; this
My own Aphrodite....
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...."My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~
Categories:
subside, faith, life, love, passionbooks,
Form:
Setting: A man and woman are reunited in a garden after an unbearably long separation. From the viewpoint of the man.
Now the sun is slowly rising o'er the mountains
And it lights a sea of diamonds on the flowers kissed with dew
It is shining golden beams into the garden
And they cast a shade of auburn on your hair of golden hue
So here is what I have to say:
The flowers in their beauty have seemed to fade
And here, these diamonds seem to be afraid
At sight of you
The trees, though standing strong and firm
Could not be half as staunchly ever true
While here upon the grass I stand
I'll hold your hand
And then we'll stroll about this garden for a day
I'll hear you say
The things that I have longed to hear
And perhaps we will share joy and tears
Being here by your side
Makes all cares to subside
For I know winds may blow
But the past is washed away
Now I'm here, and I'm here
Foreverlong to stay
Or so I pray
Now the sun is slowly setting in the garden
And the shades of fiery gold and orange have changed to grey and blue
The moon shines in your eyes this starry night
And words can't seem to tell the love I have for you.
~This was written for the contest "Lyrics To Le Jardin D'Adonis" sponsored by Craig Cornish.
Here is a recording of the tune: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILm89xCyHQo
Written by Isaiah Zerbst on May 20, 2013
Categories:
subside, absence, day, flower, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
I BUTTON THE SHUTTERS HIGH AND LOW,
AS HIGH STRONG WINDS BEGIN TO BLOW.
A NIGHT OF TERROR BEFORE MY EYES,
AS DARK GRAY CLOUDS HAVE FILLED THE SKIES
I MAKE READY THE FIREPLACE TO PROVIDE SOME HEAT.
TO WARM THE HOUSE AND MY FEET.
I TAKE TO MY CHAIR WITH AN UNCORKED BRANDY.
MY RAINCOAT AND BOOTS STAND BY HANDY.
LIGHTNING STRIKES AS THE CLOCK STRIKES TEN.
A NIGHT OF HORROR HAS YET TO END.
I READ MY NOVEL TO PASS THE NIGHT.
THIS STORM SHOULD SUBSIDE BY MORNING LIGHT.
POURING RAIN KNOCKS AT THE DOOR.
A DRAFT CREEPS IN AROUND THE FLOOR.
FULL FIERCE WINDS NOW PREVAIL
AND BRING WITH THEM BALLS OF HAIL.
SWIRLING WINDS RIP THE SHUTTER FREE.
A DEADLY STORM IN PURSUIT OF ME.
THUNDEROUS ROARS COME AND GO.
A FULL MOON LIT WITH A STRANGE DARK GLOW.
HOWLING WINDS RATTLE THE GLASS.
ICE COLD RAINS WATER THE GRASS.
AT 4 AM I POUR A BRANDY.
I GRAB MY FLASHLIGHT I KEEP HANDY.
I CHECK THE HOUSE FOR SUDDEN LEAKS.
THIS WICKED STORM HAS REACHED IT'S PEAK.
OUTSIDE THE WINDOW A NICE SURPRISE.
ON THE HORIZON A NEW SUNRISE.
LIGHTS ARE OUT, THROUGHOUT THE TOWN.
CLEARING SKIES SEEM INBOUND.
THIS WICKED STORM LOOKS TO PASS.
BUT NOT BEFORE LEAVING A TREE ON MY GRASS.
ONE MORE BRANDY I SHALL POUR.
BEFORE I OPEN MY FRONT DOOR.
NOW THAT THE STORM HAS GONE AWAY.
I'LL ASSESS THE DAMAGE THROUGHOUT THE DAY.
Categories:
subside, adventure, nature, night, perspective,
Form:
Narrative
Tears subside,
hushed breaths draw ebbing tide,
soft virgin sands, un-walked and damp, shine.
A delicate filigree of silvery brine
brings an interlude where grief and beauty entwine,
gently swaying between now and then.
Thoughts of ‘remember when’
stir again.
Scattered far and wide,
bygones shimmer in rock pools,
scents on breezes ride...
elusive remnants of love
under bitter-sweet moonlight.
There is a place where reveries reside,
ensconced in time between the lows and highs,
where troubles disappear in ocean’s sighs
and hopes return with happiness inside.
Where shades of blue, and rose hues coincide
to nurture promises of sweet reprise,
there is a place where reveries reside,
ensconced in time between the lows and highs.
A haven to reflect on love’s divide,
recall that smile, the twinkle of those eyes
with fondness, then let woven dreams arise
with threads of gilded memories to guide...
this is the place where reveries reside.
**For Jared Pickett's Trois Par Huit /Tanka/Rondel contest
Categories:
subside, introspection, lost love, love,
Form:
Tanka
She waited....
heart beat expectancy
to heightened degree
it would come
It MUST come
every day
waiting
for the message
"There must be a mistake!
How could he just vanish
disappear into thin air
and not care
No, there must be
some explanation!"
Perhaps he was sick
perhaps he was dying
and he didn't want her to know
wanted to spare her the pain
all sorts of crazy thoughts
keep her awake at night
as she waited
and waited
for that message
The months passed
the pain grew and didn't subside
it didn't grow dull
nor did it recede
it did bleed...
though her eyes it tore
down her cheeks it bore
her disbelief
it could not be
where was the message???
asking for...forgiveness
begging for....love
a second chance
revival of romance
She waited
for that message
waited because her faith in him
refused to be shattered
though battered
by the calendar mockery
day and month debauchery
Yet...each new morning brought hope
steeped in the belief
of his chivalry
and integrity
for the one whom she knew
could not be the one untrue
cruel and heartless enough
to have to taken her for a fool
she grew heart old
and soul weary
dead on her feet dreary
as she waited for a message
a message
that never came
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
subside, angst, writing, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
It Was One of Those Mornings
The Worst
We have no eggs left, the milk has gone sour.
Sudden storm and now we lost all power.
My front tire looks flat
And where is the cat?
Set the clocks back so I redo this hour.
The Best
There is commotion and laughter outside.
Dreams unfinished-this now must subside.
I yank on the door,
The ones I adore.
Just for you, Daddy! I have tears to hide.
Categories:
subside, morning,
Form:
Limerick