Best Suspire Poems
(SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE 1917)
It’s just another starry night
all is at peace before the storm,
Yet so afraid am I, of the impending summer’s day
now the shadows begin to form.
Many silhouettes create memories
those in childhood verdant pastures aspire,
yet amongst this valley of planted souls
gives one many reasons to suspire.
I see a subtle portrait of mankind
an apparition suspended from the sky,
in waves of committed butchery
to fill one’s saddened eye.
Are they not also human?
those that dance between the lead,
like me, have they a reason to love
those that advance amongst the dead.
Yet still they come uninvited
like the surf on an inhibited beach,
same God! Same belief!
Our ascendancy, our spirit to breach!
Yet still, I keep on making plans for the morrow
my love I know soon to be all alone.
Oh! How I wish my finger tips to touch her face,
before one rescinds this life, this birthright loan!
© Harry J Horsman 2007
inextinguishable
is your appetency
for what you suspire
you feed on this drug
to make life passable
but by the same line
that educes endurance
it will transport
inevitable death
Dec 10. 2019
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there's an ardent desire
burnt upon the umbrage
of my mind's deepest thoughts
on fields of green
i sit lost in the strokes
of time's hands
yearning to feel you
like a whisper of wind
as it twirls my hair
in its gentle breath
i long to strip
layers of life
that bind my heart
in the torment
that moans
through the valley
in heavy sighs
i want to gambol
like fragrant petals
in summer's warm caress
not suffocate on smokey breaths
in winter's colorless drab
i suspire beneath mist of dusk
laden upon my skin
and suffice in the bitterness
of your absence
through the traces
etched upon my face
as the years pass by
without you
August 13, 2019
Quote By: Nat King Cole, "You call it madness but I call it love "
A whisper of dreams landing on my pillow
arriving on the nightstands of amber afterglows
surrender to me and we'll take it nice and slow
gazing softly in each others eyes, by candle glow
A whisper of dreams soaring like two eagles
we will match our wings of glory to the seagulls
then fly towards the moon with passion's equal
in sotto voce voices, gleaned and culled
A whisper of dreams stitched by mere desire
with every longing quenched we will retire
to the mountain top where stars suspire
extracting from the sky an Angel's fire
Burning every bridge we'll swivel up forever,
like two matching weightless, downy feathers.
When the time arrives to perspire
first suspire ~ then aspire to inspire
**Inspired by the band "NightwisH" and the cover of an EP record. So many shades
of silver created a haunting feeling that never let go of my mind. **
My eyes close and I NightwisH
Sliding into another moment and place
Condemned to my universe of charade
Illusions of you govern my repose
And you posture steadfast...gazing
Your long, silken, glacier white hair
Besets your Angelic crystallized face
Save your eyes...which are bound by onyx
Pupils shaded a dappled, arctic ocean hue
Fervent and enticing, digging into me
Lips slightly parted in pale pink persuasion
I am overwhelmed with insistent anxiety
Fusing into the surrounding snow
All things appear a silvern haunt of gray
A steel shaded tunic frames your outline
Shrouded about your featured soul...taut
Heeding wings now outspread to eternity
Nearer to me than heretofore, I ponder
Feet not impinging the Iced Earth below
The pallid blue eyes of you penetrate my heart
Striving to glance away...to capture my breath
I cannot evade your gaze, your elegance
Embracing my crown into your depths
My vital force fills with abysmal hunger
A new day breaks, to thaw the minds frost
My snowy Angel evanesces into rainbow disguise
I suspire until the eventide envelopes the sun
The moons fire glistens into another NightwisH
© 2011 Kevin Stock
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Suspire at ease
Queue up - STAND like nothing's awry
Suspire at ease
You're in trek of unfeigned sentience
Never croon unsung poetry
Abscond from death's periphery
Suspire at ease.
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What vile infusion calls me to the brink
Of ruthless fear and callous doubt sown deep
Within my heart, where tides of malice bring
To mind deep wells whence cheerlessness I seep?
I lie, forgotten by the vim of peace,
Beneath the elderberry tree, whose wine
And flowers make me dream of restless waves
Which crash upon the shores of fright. I pine
For nights when toil, distress and tears might cease
And I am spared the view of solitary graves.
Thick, lulling clouds obscure the sight of day
And sprinkle tears of time upon the ground,
Whose sturdy coat compels the grass to pay
A debt of dew in silence free of bound.
As elms and birches grow, so does concern
On shoulders bent by old, abandoned dreams,
Or heavy over eye lids—closed by fright—
Which never ‘gain shall see the merry leams
Bestowed by joy on man. Indeed, more stern
Than thirst or death can be a spirit’s blight!
Unknown to day, besought in vain by night,
The ecstasy of flight in heaven’s music shines,
Though light and voices tremble to the sight
Of sorrow’s dawn, when star-ward hope declines.
How fresh and candid is the charming dance
Of graceful cranes, whose wings spread out to seek
The land of palm trees, where Euterpe’s spell
Bewitched the clever lyre bird’s will, whose beak
Sings royal chants and thrills, as in a trance,
The deafest ear, its woe and thirst to quell!
Farewell to gloom and sadness, then! I see
How love of youth and bliss, unchecked by time,
Inspire the soul—as in a gleeful spree—
To burn, and then from ashes soar and shine.
From this night forth, resented as it should,
Let dull regret and fear suspire and die
A hasty death, unheeded and alone,
For peace and hopefulness! May not a sigh
Be heard when cruel dejection dares to brood,
Nor good hearts bleed on graveyard slabs of stone!
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Drops drop on dry soil
sky is crying from gruelling heat
humidity takes over from here
*
charismatic smell of soil in rain
little droplets bouncing off leaves
earth imbibe water with suspire
In the stillness of one quiet day we can hear the trees breathe easy
Leafy arms up towards the sky, they suspire to inspire us with beauty
The cadence of the breath takes us to a peaceful place of deep rest
We are privy to the Celestial Love of our Mother Father God, ...
who so lovingly bestows on us pure Grace. A living essence exists
within each of us, as we co-exist in this world with strength and
stamina, we leave behind all doubts. (BREATHE )
When night falls upon our tired eyes we are lit from within by the
memory of a spiritual lantern that is shining brightly inside our
hearts. The casting crowns of amber and gold warm the soul and
we are invited to sit on the porch of our thoughts and go deep into
that good night. (BREATHE)
Love blooms in the evening contemplation, then
gives us its flowers by rising sway. Claim your colors dear soul,
claim your healing, this is the day that was created for you,
God had an angel deliver you on earth yesterday and today,
well you are here, so breathe and know that you matter most
right here, right now.. Namaste
like some junkie
on the side of the road
hiding in the shadows
alone in the cold
i suspire the same
momentary
relapses
cravings
solitary
weakness
pleas on my knees
downcast eyes
swelling
with the voids
of life
in trails
of droplets
falling
off tips
too weak
in mind
body
spirit
to push
the needle
in
the weight
of thoughts
beneath
the sighs
of darkness
as i close my eyes
not knowing
if it's the last
time
they will be
open
(november is diabetes awareness month)
I’m no poor man unless I give away
What life and beauty owe me more than most,
Although I do not fear that I would ever stray
From love of which I’d sooner dream than boast.
When all which perishes is born again
To hold me near my memory of you,
I look away, though never would I feign
What might inspire my words and make them true.
A tree grows fair with age despite the leaves
Which fall into forgetfulness at first,
Whereas your eyes change color when the thieves
Of wonton love make hearts suspire with thirst.
What came before—and surely you forgot—
Is that which, once, with many tears, I bought.
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We are indebted seriously
To all free spouts covered
Whose nozzles hardly suspire
And hanged up to rest in subsequent sighs
But keep hoping the wait be over soon
We are indebted seriously
To all hands withheld from howdy to observe
Social distance relations it doesn't admire
As we do wanting to draw the heaven nigh
But only with words, most people reach for the moon
We are indebted forever
To the lives lost to Corona virus
That are most likely to have been saved
For more grace to sail in the boat of life
But to no avail, all efforts proved abortive
We are indebted forever
To the streets littered with corpses
Of the less privileged burnt as offerings
In fear not to spread the virus
But in surprise, the rich were given befitting burials
We are indebted forever
To the health personnel
Who lost their lives
Trying to save others' lives in duty
But beyond aid, they crossed the bar
We are indebted forever
To the press reporters
Spreading information and saving lives
Reaching out to audiences in risk
But for honor, they were not awarded
We are indebted forever
To those who lost their jobs to pandemic
And couldn't find another means of survival
Than to watch their lives in the hand of hunger
But for hope, it was just hoping for the uncertain
We are indebted forever
To those that died of hunger
Whose death was recorded as corona death
So as to make numbers and headlines
But while starving, nothing much came through...
We are indebted forever
To the stage of earth
And nature's reaction
Beyond science research
That no vaccine ideally set us free
We are indebted forever
To the kind hearted men
Who did give away in abundance
Than the societies less expected
In secret that sorrows flee many houses
Happy survival!
To all who God's grace kept
From the touch of Corona
And still breathe
Without trouble in healthy system
We can not do this forever
Crying for love, for hatred, for death
And forget the sick Rose and the healthy night
For peace ahead of us in regret
Wandering lonely as a thick cloud
In the eyes of time traveling through the clock
Where end is not ascertained like the blast of waterfall
When... when shall we gladly go
For cheers, for gaze and for praise
That are ceased up in Corona's craziness?
May the butterflies of this world return to us once more
when the spring provides her heat we will no longer hide
Eastern winds of far away lands flying in unknown shores
their cellophane wings of light need to return and chide
Once they adorned our many flowers here in Canada
now they are a memory of yesterday's summer gaze
I cling to the hope that tomorrow I won't need algebra
to count the flutter of their wings, like yonder days
I'll know them by the colors of their flight and groove
that April has arrived with her rainy cascade
all the trees will suspire as they soften their moves
garnished once again, with butterflies of every shade
I know that when the season wakes we are going to see
Monarchs, European skippers, and frosted elfin too
as the warmer shades and colors meld into the sea
we will begin to spot the pupas, and butterflies anew.
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