Best Subsides Poems
Running beauty rippled in crystal white
No whisper in the air, just a wondrous sight
My eyes ascend in awe to a far light
Small and empty observing such a height
Nature in colours captured in delight
Ready to be filled with bliss and insight
Melt in silence, a faint soul to excite
Drifted with music, poem to recite
My thoughts wrapped into words and put aside
My fancies are now poised set for a flight
A heart into throbbing beauty subsides
The summit I can reach and meet my fright
Exultant to feel not gems but a mine
Yearning to have peace seeds sown deep inside
Sweet lyrics bring my very soul to life
Soft music tunes me to mountain nine.
Sometimes, it just takes some time
Sometimes,
we are born, with big dreams
Sometimes,
we are born having none
Sometimes,
we have to live, with our troubles
Sometimes,
we do things, that can’t be undone
Sometimes,
our hearts, may be broken
Sometimes,
we find true peace and love
Sometimes,
words are better left unspoken
Sometimes,
you leave when you’ve had enough
Chorus
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
for all of your dreams to come true
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
to find the perfect one, meant for you
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
being apart ‘til the storm subsides
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Sometimes,
the cards, we’ve been dealt with
don’t add up,
and are just not enough
Sometimes,
we’re anxious, and worry too much
Sometimes,
we’re blessed, with a tender touch
Sometimes,
the money comes too easy
Sometimes,
we may not have enough to eat
Sometimes,
life throws us a curve ball
Sometimes,
this life is bittersweet
Chorus
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
for all of your dreams to come true
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
to find the perfect one, meant for you
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
being apart ‘til the storm subsides
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Finale
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
John Derek Hamilton
June 12,2018
And now as I hold her near
I turn and draw the bedroom curtain
She made what she wants so clear
She's going to get it tonight for certain
I'm to be a raging bull
and ravish her not in a shy way
I'm to drive her into the erotic abyss
By doing it my way
Regrets, There have been so few
but the chocolate sauce I'd better mention
You were supposed to lick not chew
That's why I'm full of apprehension
but what a night on the golf course
and the hard shoulder of the highway
After just one romantic kiss
We did it my way .
Yes there were times I'm sure you knew
When I needed a minute or two
but you didn't have to pout
Like a sour faced old trout
because I was soon standing straight and tall
and did it my way .
We've loved , we've laughed and cried
My rigidity I was losing
With passing years stamina subsides
and you find that so amusing
Is that it ? I hear you say
In your own demanding way
Oh no , Oh no ''cos after a cup of tea''
We'll do it my way .
For what is a man , What has he got
If he can't do it twice on the trot
Wear your dress whenever he feels
Practice wearing your high heels
The record shows I love sucking toes
and I did it my way .
While it feels in the noontide, just steps through the trees,
As the sky bleeds to twilight – the sweetest disease.
On a walk through the maples, an itch of romance,
As a warm breeze courts Eros at gloaming's advance.
Just a glance woos the shivers, through come hither eyes,
Nervous hands - now perspiring, by moonlight’s devise.
Down a path softly swaying, then slowly a waltz,
Till a feverish tango as all reason halts.
Soon the knees start to wobble and vision subsides,
As the world falls from focus in dizzying strides.
There’s no end to the sickness on warm summer strolls,
Should the moon cast its toxin on amorous souls.
**12/14/2017**
silver spray soaking
shell scattered sandy shoreline ~
squally sea subsides
Written 24th August 2020
For haiku 6 poetry contest
Sponsored By Brian Strand
THE CYNICISM OF DISILLUSION or Perhaps Hamlet was right.
Disillusion frames the drama of our lives
As we lurch through props and sets with pratfalls tripped
Wood Pigeon soars to self applause and then subsides
Fine woven fabric inadvertently is ripped
Why essay to climb the peak, perchance the ending
Where demise succeeds your rise, while descending
16 February 2019
When days are filled with dark clouds, when words can not console
With heart and spirit frozen, sometimes you will lose control
The warm sunlight may fade; and tears roll over night into day
As the first bout subsides, then feelings get mixed in haste
I watched you standing empty from afar, feeling used; out of place
Your misdirected anger turned inward during this phase
With shaky confidence, you doubt yourself taking on all blame
Making excuses, ‘No one’s perfect’; blind, you're not the same
We don't mature equally; some remain selfish brats
Like a child may equate love to games, we can become certified “rats”
In their world, it is all about “me”, “look at me”; and forever in need
Soon, your pain will be washed away and at peace you’ll come to be!
Healing will come from one who loved you long before you were born
Whatever he has willed for you, from your hands will never be torn
Aware of your needs, alll gifts to you will one day lie within your palms
I pray that time, becomes for you a gentle, soothing balm
~*~
We read about the slaughter in a place far overseas,
where the multicultural blending has been there for centuries.
Where church of all denominations have been standing side by side.
Where neighbours have been neighbourly; respect seemed to abide.
Seems that politics and power can infiltrate a settled mind;
dig up and open wounds of what is yours and what is mine,
take citizens back into time and drag out all their roots …
be wary of your ogre neighbour, they have a gun that shoots.
Begin to see those simple folk who lived their simple lives,
follow restlessly and blindly as belief or race revives,
those that helped them yesterday really had a cunning plan,
all they really wanted was, to find a way to cut you down.
Throw them all out on the streets; run them out of town.
Ethnic cleanse the country to make it pure and sound.
If they refuse to leave our home and opt to make a stand -
build a force of vigilantes, to roam and cut them down.
What started as a trickle soon turns into a flood.
The cup that fills with honey can also be filled with blood.
The taste that once was bitter now is the taste that's lusted for,
when seeking out the enclaves to go killing more and more.
A house, once a home of peace stands a shattered monument,
to let the remnants hanging on know what to expect.
Heads displayed on pikes are cheered; graves hold hundreds more.
Babes are sport for bayonets; forgot is what we're fighting for.
Can't live side by side now; there's too much terror going on.
Battle lines are clearer; the sane have taken leave and gone.
Cannons roaring day and night; lines must stand holding fast.
For anyone that's over-run, that day becomes their last.
When the dust has settled and the criminals are hung,
Hate subsides back to the memory; the clean-up has begun.
Do we realize as bloodstains fade; we have a deep rooted call …
needing one spark to set us off - there could be murder in us all.
Musee
See where it burns in Titian's brush
subsides along the cool Aegean stone,
or twists in the fist-faces of Rome,
our only mystery--flesh.
There, uncertainty ends, or does it merely pause?
The surgeon's knife reveals a shadow
no surface contains, our laws
are not what we do or vow.
Yet surface is all, and scars--
the scuttled pains that heal.
Observe how memory collects in flaws
placed where they are most real.
Or how, as flowers, the persistent leaf
bears the color of its grief.
Like the brightest stars we fade in time
Losing the sparkling diamond in our eyes
Our zest for excitement slowly subsides
Attempts to succeed become futile tries.
The light we send out diminishes with age
Life, as in childhood, is no longer sublime
Each day we slowly turn another page,
And think about when it will be our time
While frantically trying to recoup our youth
Knowing the past has slipped slowly away,
We cling to our wit and humor often uncouth
Searching for real meaning in every day.
Not retrievable in this fleeting dimension
We search for vestiges of elusive truth,
In a restless world filled with hatefulness
While protecting our own, staying aloof.
Until no longer the night sky projecting,
We burn out in a barely noticed blaze of glory,
And hope upon hope, not really certain,
Someone will care enough to tell our story.
Written July 22, 2022
NEW BEST POEM LIST #41
POETRY SOUP
July 25, 2022
NEW BEST POEM LIST #66
September 1, 2022
In life’s incessant din
As I search for peace within
Lone spaces I desire
And stillness I adore
Then silence is my mate
And noise is what I hate
Closing my eyes to the outer space
A window opens to my inner space
I begin to find solace in my solitude
And look up to Heaven in gratitude
Enriched with visions pleasurable
I enter into a realm so delectable
The vault of Heaven gemmed and bright
And the Earth and sea overwhelmed in light
The disquiet within me subsides
An unassailable calm slowly descends
I hear a caring voice from somewhere
A faint voice quite reassuring, so near
Then within me the Wider Life emerges
And the lesser life finally submerges
I experience what is true peace and content
And I am so sure it is heaven sent
Oh! What solace is in my solitude!
And how I move into near beatitude!
Jan.31.2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
Winter’s silent soul
Kisses away the darkness
With trembling flakes, snow feathers
Cardinals whisper
Blessing the breathless prayers
From hearts who feel love’s inklings
Soundless as snowdrifts
On the edge of a shadow
Caressing the mountains, the stars
Imaginations
Lift the spirits with lights,
Dazzling rays of hopeful fires
Burning away nights
Hues of laughter, kindness sighs
Erasing the fears, the tears
Stirring memories
Moments who prick the spirit
Collecting joy, so gentle
Endless reflections
Melancholy bleeding through
Branding love onto the dream
Aching frosts, bitter
In graceful, glacial coolness
Amazing artic natures
Imagine loving,
Through the snow blanketed days
Rising to find what love means
Drifting on the stars
Enchanting hopes, glistening
Stardust winter tones, rustling
Winter subsides, soft,
As the mellow flurries, calm
Bearing the twilight season
March arrives soon, winds,
Blowing away the last gusts,
Inviting the spring’s new birth.
Time an eternity sigh
Take good care of the minutes
The hour is 60 minutes
Time when it's not too late
Take some quiet time to be happy
Time is the most precious thing we have
Time does not heal all wounds, but the pain subsides
Times are what we make of it
Time is not a thief, it's a gift for you and me
Time to remember, live for today
The time to hope for tomorrow
Things we wish we had done yesterday
Time is our best friend and our worst enemy
Time for laughter, tears, love and a hug
Time is a symbol of all that exists
...... A symbol of all that we have
13.10.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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Breathe
When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold.
You don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe.
You just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed.
Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon,
You can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe.
You can down the stars of heaven in one single leap.
Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue.
You just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift.
All you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift.
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold.
Don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe.
No, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe,
yes, breathe...
How your skin intermingles and your words interweave
as your thoughts become one and your desires are seen!
You don’t have the answers for the feelings within.
You are so excited and your tension subsides as you breathe.
The glow on the walls fulfills the dark.
The hieroglyphic staircase reforms at once.
The air is refreshing and you can savor the breeze.
The stars are the luminaires that showcase what’s achieved.
The hyperactivity dances your feet.
A prescription of joy embraced so easily.
The Almighty God had given wisdom matured.
All-inclusive is the mind and you intuitive.
The clamor of night is attentive.
It takes your knowledge to the trees
where you lay awake awaiting.
Don’t question, just relax and breathe,
yes, believe…
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Written for A Collaboration With Mystic Rose, Poem
Entitled: "Breathe" - Poetry Contest on January 05,
2015! Mystic Rose is the first four Quatrains
and "yes, breathe..." and Verlena S. Walker is the
second four Quatrains and "yes, believe..."
More so, for the total effect, read Mystic Rose
Quatrain once again because she is creator and
I am the collaborator .
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Learning His lessons at last
The past must die as the past
The future must never exist
So let the fates turn and twist
No time to berate and bemoan
Each instant is ever on loan
Right now is the now or never
Nothing but God lasts forever
***Inspired by Robert Frost's poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Sumitted for: The contest sponsored by Jerry T Curtis