Best Swallow Up Poems
Part Three of the Sixth poet honored
(Emily Dickinson) in famous poets dedication series
(3.)
From Weeping Tears, No Longer Shall Joy Find In Heart Anything
Creeping thick fog has dimmed my view of morn's resplendent lake
so dreary is life's sorrows, more than this sad soul can take
yet tomorrow promises mysteries that leap from the dark
tho' my life's worries have wrinkled my skin like Sycamore bark.
Night shall come, with its agonies crying to be unbound
as its bellowing howls screech out, horrendous gasping sounds
very soon midnight moon will swallow up my despondent soul
spitting it out as fragmented black-stained pieces of the whole!
God forbid! That from this nightmare I never dare to wake
to that of Life, dear sweet Love, I never again partake
and from morbid sunken state, my heart crumble and be no more
fallen into heaps of crushed bones, spilled blood and ghastly gore!
Woe! The epic pains such broken-heart images dare'st tonight bring
From weeping tears, no longer shall joy find in heart anything.
Robert J. Lindley, 2- 12-2019
Sonnet, ( The Sad Depths Of Sorrow's Deep Epic Pains)
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poets dedication series..
(4.)
There's More To The Old Forest Than Its Ancient Trees
As years are peeled back, this gladden heart now truth sees
there's more to the old forest than its ancient trees
mystery in places, savagery in its nights
more than just imagination, it hides from sight!
Yet such does not negate its most beautiful gifts
its Autumn colors, songbirds notes that so uplifts
bounty of its harvests, peace it oft can instill
calm that one may find there, treasures that oft so thrill.
Tho' darkness lurks there deep and hides its evil ways
one can visit its truth, find self most any day
walk along its well worn trails and about life muse
all of its many wonders, in this dark world use!
As years are peeled back, this gladden heart now truth sees.
There's more to the old forest than its ancient trees.
Robert J. Lindley, 1- 18-2019
Sonnet, ( Amazing That This Dark World, Has Such Beauty In Its Forests)
dedicated to Emily Dickinson, in poet dedication series
Note:
(1.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Dickinson
(2.)
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/emily-dickinson
Categories:
swallow up, appreciation, art, creation, meaningful,
Form:
Sonnet
I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines
whose needles’ sweet scent
I breathe deeply in.
I can almost taste the breeze as it rushes past,
waltzing through the many trees.
The sky, immersed in azure, is heavenly!
I imagine its clouds having been swirled by the wind
with which I wish I too were dancing.
Bright foliage surrounds me.
I am bedazzled by them as they ostensibly flaunt
hues of scarlet, rich amber honey, russet, and tangerine -
an ocean of windswept trees!
My destination is a pristine lake where new trees
shimmer - mirrored in its crystal blue.
One oak is so tall it seems like a steeple reaching upward.
Its limbs have formed an arbor which beautifies
the view that greets my eyes.
Acquiescing to enthrallment, I linger there
where tranquility’s quintessence abides,
inhaling October’s unique potpourri.
Dusk will soon swallow up the day,
so I begin my descent. Birds twitter; leaves whisper.
Seeing me, a timid rabbit scampers behind a bush.
Heaven seems fused with the terrain,
igniting my world with iridescence
as against a splash of persimmon, seagulls soar.
How I would love to glide home like those glorious birds.
Intoxicated by the rhapsody of colors,
I come to the bottom of the trail with just enough time
to reach my home’s comfort before night’s chill
envelops all.
Dec. 16, 2022
For Eve Roper's Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
Categories:
swallow up, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Never in oblivion could I bury
Such upholds my hope for heavenly high
Leaving me with adieu of victory*.
With his legacy of love and faith’s zest
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Testifying God’s blessings of great best
Marked by thanksgiving no one can deny.
His infirmities propped my trust to fly
As I begged for miracle health's fullness…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Since divine will is eternal wellness.
Midst reminiscence of fatherhood bliss
Valuing heritage money can’t buy
So that next generation will not miss…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh.
*Isaiah 25:8 He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces…
September 1, 2021
3rd place, "This or That, Vol. 6" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/8/2021.
Categories:
swallow up, blessing, christian, dad, death,
Form:
Quatern
Allowing every sense the sensation
absorb it all, at once, even the cost
to gain naught, in spite of observation
mindful of the deceit, dignity lost
Chin in the air, being boastful, always
caring not, seems the fate of everyone
blinded by devious words, twisted ways
never accepting truth, lies are more fun
Allowing every sense to swallow up,
bait perfectly placed before the willing
it becomes hard to resist, a false cup
the gullible need an extra filling
With an empty straw, void you'll be tasting
facts you are immune to, yes everything
___________________
Thoughts from the Heart
~ Be not conformed to the world, but be transformed ~
Rom. 12:2
Monday February 24th, 2020- Poem of the Day
Categories:
swallow up, world,
Form:
Sonnet
Claiming
In the gathering darkness
The land opened its mouth wide
To swallow all the wind
You boasted
To swallow up all the ill-gotten gains
Darkness devoured your face
And adopted your greedy soul
Dancing wildly were your limbs in the air
Like a puppet pulled by Satan
Blowing over my ears was the wind
And your screaming
The higher the roar was
The deeper my sorrow was
It was dignity
That was thrown into the bottom of the hell
Categories:
swallow up, beach, best friend, birth,
Form:
Free verse
If I thought I had a chance
to even think about romance,
on you, my sweet, well, it never showed
But if you look my way
on some sad or sunny day
you know, I’m just a smile up the road
If I could just decide
to swallow up my pride
and call on you, would my heart explode
I guess I’ll wait and see
if you ever think of me
and know, I’m just a smile up the road
If I could but recall
a single word at all
to give me hope, to ease my weary load
When just your slightest grin
affects the mood I’m in
I think, you’re just a smile up the road
Categories:
swallow up, desire, hope, longing, love,
Form:
Lyric
Pondering about my existence lying here staring at the ceiling the reality of my presence.
I am dead walking upon the living.
Everyone that has enter my life made promises to love me,
Each promise that was broken took a piece of life from me.
They say we live in the land of the free,
But in this world everything has a price and nothing is free.
People use and abuse you throw you away when they no longer have use for you.
Life has taken my happiness all that is left is sadness.
I walk with the living like nothing has happen, but the universe knows everyone that’s crooked.
The molesting priests the liars, the untrustworthy thieves, murders in solitary.
We all are dead, and they walk this earth right along with me.
To be alive but non-existing, to see the same faces everyday but not speaking.
Having to be touched with no emotion, I am emotionally exhausted shallow exhaling.
Suffocating in silence as I walk through the crowded streets,
No one sees the decay, but me.
Swallow up with misery dehydrates me, and thirsty for the living to notice me.
I walk upon the living sluggish as if I was a fixture of an unfinished piece of equipment.
Footsteps left of evidence that I was here.
No one will notice because no one cares.
I am in limbo death of an unbaptized infant a lifetime of darkness.
Cursed by evil parents’ leaves me damage, I am alive but no longer living.
Condemn to eternal punishment, as my heart at rest I confess I been walking dead.
I am an observer even a spectator feeling like a human gallbladder there but not needed.
A musical instrument with no sound vibrations: a guitar with broken strings playing a silent harmony.
One beautiful blank canvas I am Picasso with no paintings.
A negative that will never be seen I am a photograph without developing.
I am physically walking among the living, and I am not even breathing.
Until I lay in my grave everything will remain the same.
When I am called to those pearly gates I will finely find happiness,
And no longer be walking dead upon the living.
As I leave my footsteps behind me, death walks as a passenger besides me.
Categories:
swallow up, death, deep, emotions, how
Form:
Light Verse
__HAIKU SLAM__
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((**HAIKU GYM**))
~Haiku press~
one sweaty work out
spot me, and count 5-7-5
dumbbells all around
~ Sweat Garden~
drench of human lawn
leotard planting between
dew drops under chin
~Listen To Your Heart~
Wink of a smile
Healthy news, swallow up blues
Kellogg's Raisin Bran
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((**SWAT TEAM**))
~10 commandments~
Haiku me and you
So much for the golden rule
Whatever you say
~Rhyme Zone~
Test your might tonight.
Gonna rhyme it with so much fun.
Like the mid day sun.
~Broken Tablet~
It's five seven five
I'm a haiku rule breaker
using four six four
~Big Deal~
LoL contest
Sweet pretty haiku sunrise
Not a, limerick
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((**WILD WEST HAIKU**))
~Lone Ranger~
This is Texas man
Rain dries before it hits ground
What stupid cowboy
~Howdy Partner~
Memory of Texas
Take me beyond shores
Let's become best friends
~Avatar~
Cold cactus desert
Warm coyote blood all around
New Indian fur coat
~Monsoon~
raining arrowhead
where are all the buffaloes
pretty pink tepee
~Acme~
Road runner meep meep.
Stupid coyote needs fix.
I ate a baby
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by;p.d.
Categories:
swallow up, funny, slam, me,
Form:
Haiku
Wet memory
A hidden memory breath out deep
Before Queen Elizabeth II I swallow up the sun with my hands
And I don't die from the loves fire
Even when the bite pain asnostalgia impartibly
A kiss is absentat the corner of the lips slot
the rain embraces tear of mother who waits
I closed the pain at Shakespeare's house
and I dialogue with Hamlet in Esperanto
To the Palace of Queen has noise
A warm hug suffers
Landscape happiness locked in cage of stories
is not heard as the voice of your violin
Winter chill and fog seasons here
We didn't saw even after a century
At A5 winter hosts springs in huge
It was said that Da Vinci's Code has not completed
Yesterday didn't beat even Big Ben after a wounded autumn
London Eye kisses viewing beyond sacrificial
In English I don´t understand either your calendar time
There is a lack of rain tomany at Buckingham Palace
With the heat I love and suffer the verse and untold word
In the the Dunstable frozen tear gives farewell to the silence
I am crouched by the tears and wet to the bone
Re knit sighs of a killed love many years
Categories:
swallow up, life, pain, rain, love,
Form:
Quintain (English)
I appear with the unbegotten
In the hollows of the seen
A shadow of the soon forgotten
I enter through the dream
Inhabiting the void
In the source of germ and seed
I bring forth the undestroyed
As time and space recede
In nightmares where the banished dwell
In spells inciting ire
I swallow up a newborn hell
Bound by wind and fire
Snuffing out a sun or two
As a galaxy expires
I take root in empty truths
With flesh as my attire
As ill-starred seers stutter
And oracles retire
I awake the muted echoes
In the ruins of desire
Written by © Raven Drake
Categories:
swallow up, mystery, mythology,
Form:
Elegy
Have you ever been witness
to a burst of the wind
laden of leaves, while stirring the dust?
It will gather itself,
then collide from within,
swallow up air,
filling its lungs...
becoming a sphere
that stretches its limbs
A sudden explosion
walking over the earth
taking the form,
of a sand-colored worm
rising and falling,
in a reptile's intrusion,
finding surprise,
when it loses its breath,
and falls to earth,
confused in its death
while leaving behind
only muted destruction
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8/2/15 For Skat's Wind Contest
Categories:
swallow up, nature, wind,
Form:
Free verse
When the sky rains down in jelly bean lights
Colors bright, multiplying themselves through lightning bolts
Seen through their candy cracks opened loud
Like clouded green glass glowing thick
Glowing wide jello wavering in a blinding flash
Across the landscape kissed
Happiness smooths over coconut sweet trees
Orange sugar slices take on a smile candy cotton
Hurried up above, going nowhere fast
Not in a frenzy or need for speed
Shapes of clouds in the breeze
Sun light yellow orange meanders
Rainbow bands on grand canvasses arrive
Bursts into life over new seeds landed sown as sugar cane
Plants shaped like trumpets sound crisp golden notes
In Spring they sway as delicacies
Fill up the sandy hills with syrup sweet aromas
Flavors melt
Melodies come sharp with deep dark chocolate
Swirl us into thick rich passions kiss caressed
Brings us to our knees
Keen to the taste of joy
Drums strike up a fever speaking from the heart
On the horizons wide smile as laughter caught
Between each beat comes sugary sweet breezes
Through fertile trees full of the reddest apples
Delicately lifted in deliciousness on Easter bliss
Confection powder converts grass into candy
Covers every misstep covered in the past by snow
Sensibility goes out the window falling over thrilled
Children trip over themselves, jump marshmallow high
A springboard to heaven gliding by
Just within the reach of kites made out of caramel popcorn
Babies also take a chance and reach with all their might
Jelly beans beaming lights touch the soul right to the core
Jump! Take every color candied treat
Before the streets drown them in water melons mouth
Swallow up the last sweet flavors drifting down
Jelly beaming lights roll in on thunder clouds
Categories:
swallow up, adventure, baby, beautiful, candy,
Form:
Free verse
Is this an exception? Isn’t inter-caste marriage a taboo even today in the Indian sub-continent? Being born into two contradicting castes yet mad in love for each other, they knew their kith and kin would let them not live together. They decided to go far away from the inhuman world. They knew they’d be easily tracked were they to travel by bus or train or airplane. They walked through the hills and vales eating from the plants, drinking from the streams, and resting under trees. Lo! They surrounded them. The villains of love! Torturing them, slaughtering, they threw them in the Holy River who could not swallow up their holy bodies rather floated them in procession.
hands held together
two lovely wedded angels
to eternity
“Since formation in 2014, Telangana has witnessed at least 50 murders related to inter-caste love liaisons and marriages” – Deccan Chronicle, Thursday, June 10, 2021.
10 June 2021
Categories:
swallow up, abuse, life,
Form:
Haibun
as you sit there
absorbing the calming rays of the morning sun
you read
and then realize how chaotic disarray is attempting to make love with harmony
in a world of insanity
while influencing your mind
during those moments in time
you interpret the “informative news”
as a need to amalgamate absurdities
with solutions for serenity
while initially resisting wishes and temptations of conformity
in your mind
during those moments in time
and then s l o w ly
you are confused by intellectual absurdities
losing clarity and sanity
and sometimes becoming a victim of hypocrisy
falling head first into the world’s quicksand of misery
which wants to swallow up your mind
during those moments in time
Categories:
swallow up, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Let Our Swords Clash!
I found that life in my world is like fencing!
Tell me, World!
What’s on the line?
Does the loser give in?
Ready or not? Let’s begin!
For all these years I finally realise,
It was me and the world
Joints now petrified
And my mind, bind to never go outside
He is leading and I am behind
« En’ garde! »
Welcome to your first match
Welcome to the latest patch, 1.0
« Pret, thrust, intercept and slash! »
Come closer, I won’t flee and dash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Blade and body in space scarcity
Resolve to win is considered piety
Blow by blow and bear witness this variety
In this boundary, this cage, gelanggang is our reality
There is always worry
But ain’t never such thing as sorry
Fight me and you may win to earn some cash?
You may earn title and sash?
Our fashion whites are rash
Come closer, let’s see who is the first to gash
Let’s see who is the first to fall to the ash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Me against the world, this is my battle!
This is my challenge of might and mettle
This is my biggest issue to tackle
I’m the Man of Steel! Hit me, thrust me, pierce me, outta the field should you throw me
No!
My mind derives of titanium metal
My drive derives of francium petal
My sword derives weight of helium handle
Fear me and rattle
Because like the Avengers I assemble!
Come closer, and finally lash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
I attack, forward! Took hits like a champ
Vitality decreasing as my stance start to damp
Now I realise how huge
Enormous it is... Is it? This ramp
Now I know-
I... need... AMP!
So that my name may stamp
Stamp on the history of this world!
Come closer, let’s create the greatest battle
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Up with my mortal jihad
Here I find myself ashore on islands full of tears
And fear
And here fireworks explode and disappear
As millions of colours swallow up everything.
My presence mocks of you, mocks of everything
To the world,
Now, I am thanking!
In the future, I am reimbursing
Have at thee, lad! By then, our swords had clashed.
Categories:
swallow up, confidence, courage, dedication, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse