Best Thousand Poems
If someone leans upon an ancient tree
In future’s shade, a thousand years from now
Might they engage a wrinkle in the brow
And ponder over death of fallen leaves?
Are we not formed alike in fairness gained
Or time might choose to forge us enemies?
Would cloak, or hair, or skin of different blend
Invite your eyes to shun away from me?
If those born first, have greater weight to bear
Or yours, one day, the lift more heavy lot
Each step by step, we travel blind and torn
our crossroads come the same, or do they not?
Will one day find you leaning by a tree
And find a stone beneath the powdered dust
And wonder if it once belonged to me
To think it bone, or questions turned to rust?
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Iambic Pentameter........By Carrie Richards
A thousand steps in between
who I was and who I am now
do I wonder about the detours?
do I wish I took the dirt road instead?
Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes?
Would the worries have been less then what they are today?
I guess I’ll never know,
unless I go back in time
choose a different path
choose the least attractive offer and run with it
pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be
‘cause I would not have met you
and you would not be reading these words....
Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan,
it may not be my ideal plan or yours
but in the end the voyage continues
whether we want to or not…
‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture
and
in that image is your life and mine...
We just got to embrace the journey
no matter how uncertain it might be...
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Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place
Ten Thousand White Butterflies
Soft walls undulate like liquid steel
Metamorphic pulsations
Iridescent glow
Spiritual guides
Ushering departed souls
Rippling contractions
From cocoon-like womb
Bringing forth new breath
Replenishing blown out candles
Eyes scrunched
Painful cry
Drowned out by the rustling
One thousand butterflies taking flight
Soaring
Luminescent
Snowflake-like beings
Spreading their light
Within the night
Eternity is born
A baby raises his tiny fists
Mother's tears turn to joy
Floating heavenward on delicate wings
Announcing
Beating
Singing
A child is born
Written with Monterey Sirak.
Thankyou for letting me join you in flight!
One Thousand Goodbyes
Years ago
a stranger became a friend
with little time left
she let me into her reflections
her child and husband dead
tragedy would strike again
her time on earth
would expire soon
her empty heart to be filled
in the heavens
she showed and told
her last wishes to me
a thousand poems
she wanted to leave behind
I think she made it
I never found out
angels stole her
On this somber Sunday
another one left this earth
some might even say St Patrick
I can make only a simple claim
a thousand poems I have written
to honor those
with more charity than I
Hazza
who will remember us all?
when we too one day shall die
Ten Thousand Angels
Listening to the silence
I felt you touch my soul.
I could sense a teardrop fall
as you lost all control.
I felt the heartache in you
As mine then did break too.
I knew what was happening
was happening to you.
I called heavens angels
though I uttered not a sound.
I told them I had a friend
that needed them around.
I felt them leave their resting place
as they left one by one.
I sent ten thousand angels
before the night was done.
I saw deep within my heart
as they gathered round so warm.
Protecting you and keeping you
safe from your life's storm.
I bid them to stay awhile
to keep you from what harms.
The night ten thousand angels
held you in their arms
Edwin C Hofert
Free verse Rhyme
Never fearing.. as love is nearing
Love's consciousness force... completes it’s divorce...(Jer. 3:8) Metaphorically Love divorces
From the mind of strife... that cuts as a knife mind's strife, or wickedness.
Resurrects our life... from sacrifice
As Cosmic’s love... has constant net.........................................(Malachi 3:6)(Hebrews 13:8)
Let not..the little hearts fret
Comes... as humanity’s mind sets
As the Cosmos....to humanity lets
As the mind of scarcity... the wealthy loses disparity
A new mind set...within the poor will let..
In... the life of the lamb’s net
A new logic... in earth will be set
A new diverse, of unlimited disperse
As constant Love..begins it’s gov.
The mind of Christ...from sacrifice
Will dispense with vice...with universe disperse
Meet your maker..not a soul breaker, Love's higher fate
As humanity levitates..to the higher state
Love’s consciousness brings..new responsiveness
Two thousand twelve..well..new light..flies a new kite
As the winter of flight..brings a new might
In a Godly project..`T is by a new logic
All will come into view..with a golden hue
For God is not new..He’s the love that’s in you!!!
Note: Iam not talking about the so called physical rapture,
but an enlightment of human consciousness, by love's
higher logic!
11-13-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Your large stuffed synthetic sack
and the aching bones and muscles
that strain against the pain
of a planet that you're sure must hate you,
are sure that you hate it too.
Your wheels are just large enough
to allow the suicidal stride
of the dire recycler's chariot
which may really be suicidal or worse,
but what, for you, is better ?
Your muscles and bones so busy
that they don't even know the pain,
your chariot wheels so quick and slow
that they don't know what will be,
assuming that anything may be.
Your last fair job was an unfair chance
and your bosses and their trucks are forgotten,
because the bitter angry man
in Tracking & Surveillance
found a reason for you to be fired.
Your last unfair job disintegrated too
and you no longer sit on the back of a pick-up
watching beautiful women and angry men
cutting the night or the morning in half
with cars that could pay a thousand funerals.
You die a thousand deaths.
13th October 2018
The Pilgrim’s Ghost of a Thousand Heavenly Dreams
Looking through a magical dewdrop we now see an enchanted
Chandelier, liquid-sparkling pure, where a mystical quicksilver
Mirrors a living-moonlight reflection of a thousand radiant stars.
These stars are heavenly focus points that reflect the celestial
Magnificence of Almighty God’s prescient intention, whereby all
Cosmic music forms a clockwork of ticks-tocks of a certain vision.
This vision streams and sounds throughout the cosmos entire on
Star beams with the dimension, power, and force of Almighty God,
Whilst casting a glorious panoply of light that illuminates the darkness.
The reach of God’s eternal light into this deep-dark void of the cosmos
Is known as “The Pilgrim’s Ghost of a Thousand Heavenly Dreams” that
Has an undeniable metaphorical place in mankind’s collective psyche.
This ethereal, eternal ghost by God’s own direction on our mortal Earth,
Allows for mankind’s curious interest in exploring the deepest-darkest
Crevasses of the oceans and the silent sacred secrets of the cosmos itself.
This ethereal, eternal ghost as resident in mankind’s consciousness fuels
Man’s desire, as divinely inspired, to see ourselves as a mirror-image of God
Himself, fulfilling God’s desire that our souls shall ascend one day to Heaven.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 10, 2018 (Tercet)
Night of a thousand tears
Another day breaks,
and I'm still here
I was kind of hoping,
I would just disappear
Since you left,
I want to, sleep my life away
but I haven't slept now,
for twenty days
I should try to work, because,
my rents, in arrears
I'm what you might call,
a guy in between careers
Bridge 1
When you we're here,
we had lot's of dreams,
but for you,
they were nightmares
at least to me,
that's how it seems
Chorus
Just another night,
of a thousand tears,
days turn to weeks,
and weeks to years
but, I'll polish our memories
like prized souvenirs,
it's, just another night,
of a thousand tears
I wake up ready,
to make the best of the day
I cook up our breakfast
in the usual way
The coffees all ready,
brewed nicely for two
Your mugs still on the shelf,
now what do I do?
Days turn to weeks,
in the blink of an eye,
I'm getting older,
and I don't even try
My life had a purpose,
when you were here
and just like a fool,
I'll wait for you to appear
Chorus
Just another night,
of a thousand tears,
days turn to weeks,
and weeks to years
but, I'll polish our memories
like prized souvenirs,
it's, just another night,
of a thousand tears
Bridge 2
I just can't get used to
being on my own
I'm not the kind of person
who likes to be alone
My heart feels like it's been pierced,
by a thousand spears,
it's, just another night of a thousand tears.
It's just another night of a thousand tears
It's just another night of a thousand tears
repeat and fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
July 8,2017
A spirit is what it is,
sharing yet selfish, starving yet sated,
a humble sky that can erupt into a hurricane,
can be an avalanche on the mountain of confidence,
it will be a maternal calm in a moment of marbled mania,
or shatter the laughter of happiness with the pompous scorn of suspicion,
This element of unapologetic adrenaline is magnetic,
tickles our tastes like a feather of silky sweetness,
shapes the clay of a body's cunning with lust lost in a thirsty lick,
bestows bravery on Jealousy and can make a fool of Devotion,
Destiny is the web of it's dance, Fate the funeral of it's expectations,
Designs dreams and shares tears with Death,
weddings and wars, crimes and kindness are famiar family,
Joy, the breakfast of it's youth,
Determination, the dragon of it's desire,
walks like weather too cool for sunshine
breathes like butter burnin in a salty simmer,
the only force known
to be capable of creation and destruction with equal ease,
Love is the name, Life is the game,
cinnamon on the breath of suspense -
J.A.B.
Silence says a thousand words
about joys that filled our past
and fair youth upon my lips
that once owned your stolen kiss
Can you hear me ?
Oh those lips that touched my own
like a first petal in bloom
Floral accents 've been long gone
since that pale October moon
Silence says a thousand words
about joys that filled our past
and fair youth upon my lips
that once owned your stolen kiss
Can you hear me ?
There's a place you can return to
If your seamless thoughts turn blue
You will never wander lonely
My perfume will linger through
Once again we'll find sweet laughter
It's lost echo in the sand
Once again I'll read your love note
that lies crumpled in my hand.
Silence says a thousand words
about joys that filled our past
and fair youth upon my lips
that once owned your stolen kiss
Can you hear me ?
A thousand dreams are left to still be dreamt,
To angel arms my sweet and loved were sent;
So far from here- and I just write and weep.
I write this glorious sorrow I keep.
I hold my pain within, twisted and bent,
A thousand dreams are left to still be dreamt;
I am trembling, so sad is this journey.
Tell me dear Lord, will you give me mercy?
Will these sad dreams just go on for always?
Dear Lord will you open other doorways?
A thousand dreams are left to still be dreamt,
And oh, this sadness- is this what you meant?
Just open up the door and my soul will soar,
Then it will sing and float above, and roar.
My destiny has been to grieve what came and went.
A thousand dreams are left to still be dreamt.
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January 25, 2016
Poetry/Quatern/Rhymed/A Thousand Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 16-748-902-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Quatern Rhymed,
Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Third Place
We were accustomed to read one thousand
And one night in Baghdad...
Tonight the glorious city-sky is sad,
It sounded bang! Bang
Where is my mummy? Where is my dad?
Are they all alive under the cruise wreckage;
Or are they all dead?
The a ‘Rashid city was weeping,
It rained hatred,
It rained prejudiced,
It rained cactus of different shapes,
They're all aliens,
Some were homemade,
They're all colourful,
In blue, in yellow and in red.
Do you still remember brother?
Because if you don't I still do
What the big Satan, Lucifer what he said!
The cross versus the crescent, take it or leave it,
An entire racism by the media was also fed.
Some hidden in a banker,
Others crawling of hunger,
Others demonstrating with anger,
Pale, yellowish faces they all looked bad.
Where is my nation..My Arabity..My Islam ?
Oh...Mutasamahh! Where are my brothers?
Are they all dead???
They called it precise bombing and it was right indeed,
In the heart of the baby-heart
Like the British game of dart,
The arrow hit its target,
It hit it like mad.
Nobody moves a finger,
In the age of Patriot and Stinger,
They all believe in star-wars, economic prosperity,
They all believe in the Pope, pop-star singer,
They all believe that one-day Allah would side with them to defeat,
The neo-Thamud and Aad,
They're all waiting for the coming future Mahdi,
And for the Armageddon battle to be led.
On this cold December eve
It’s just me and the moon
Thinking ‘bout that fateful night
You came to hear me croon
A shooting star lit up the sky
But I saw brighter in your eyes
Love at first sight, no need to try
Girl, I fell… and I can't lie
Tonight, I strum this old guitar
While my heart bleeds into the strings
Snowflakes dance like whispered ghosts
Echoes of our wedding rings
We had a love most never know
From first hello to the very end
But now I’m left with just this ache…
And a thousand things I miss
This park bench, cold and bare
Once held the fire of our first kiss
The way you smiled, the way you laughed
Oh God, it’s all I reminisce
The moon still shines where secrets lay
Between the chords and words I play
Romance was effortless with you
But silence speaks too loud today
Tonight, I strum this old guitar
I’d trade the world for one more kiss
A broken heart sings soft and low
Of a thousand things I miss
Like your hand in mine at midnight walks
Your sleepy voice, our late-night talks
Your perfume on that winter coat
The way you cried at every note
I feel you in the wind that blows
But you’re not here—and heaven knows…
So I strum this old guitar again
In the key of could’ve been
Snow falls like it’s grieving too
For what we were, and what won’t mend
Forever love, how’d you disappear?
I still reach out, but you’re not near
Just a song, a breath, a haunting kiss...
And a thousand things I miss
A thousand things… I miss
Oh, a thousand things… like this
Love, you have always been the guiding force
Truly outstanding, painting colors
Your amazing beauty dazzling in every way, with your light
Words draw sweetly, one goddess rising out, from deep sands
Silently, Egyptian queens whisper in the winds
Lifting tunes, sweetly sings a loving song
What Cleopatra was to Mark Anthony
Forever, love beyond kingdoms
Always breathing, their whispers until eternity
Looking upon a gift in you love
Drinking from the chalice, cup of everlasting beauty
Blossoming one golden, crowning treasure
Petals divine, soft, regal
Within your voice, chant sweet music of an angel
Kissing inside, happiness begins glowing
In a state of your grace
Joy beaming, pearly-white smiles
Touching your rays warmly
Within an abundance of sunshine
Opening up this heart and soul
Wishing in love’s purity
That I could travel back in time
Loving, getting to know you
Falling asleep, deeply, warmly, in the night
Holding our dreams, loving you