Best Threads Poems
Written, September 13, 2024
For the I Form - Imagism Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Constance La France
Quote: Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons." By Poet
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The sight of the emerald lawn is exquisite_
lavender and azure threads intertwine,
elegantly placed in lines of budding leaves,
and young kids play and race with endless zest,
their upholstery is spread out in the yard.
And boxes laden with meals that Mama stuffed,
between biscuits, milk, cheese, jelly, and loaf,
Sunday outdoor activities are unforgettable.
The wind billows the trees with god-forsaken draft,
And rinses the limbs with splashes of rain.
Zephyr's raging bluster brings forth storm's chaotic craft,
Blowing silver threads to new starts again.
Sailing without order, the threads land where they may----
On fence, on plants, on a patio chair.
The small spiders, thus carried, will emerge in a day,
And crawl past your toes to find a choice lair.
whether bound and dragged
behind a pick-up
‘til limbs slowly dismember
or shackled hand and foot
then tossed unsecured
into the back of a rolling
makeshift coffin
whether judge, jury or executioner
all don the same hat
and fancy themselves a God
and your only crime was to exist
in pigmentation unlike their own
let us not forget our tears
our laughter, our blood
our date with mortality
these common threads
that bind us
An feral beauty
- variation in pattern
Web without tangles
with such ease and precision
Attracts endless amazement
Golden threads finger through the fog
To whisper at frosted boughs
For dawn is yawning at quilted trees
Where sunlight doth tap the pane of silent glass
Reflecting the blaze burning bright
Through misty Elms denuded
Of shame through natures stark humility
Poet Destroyer’s contest: Autumn Day
11 September 2014
My loved ones gone
visit dreams of
cyan fields and
pixie cloud skies.
Is it a cruel trick
of the mind?
Or moments, out
of space and time;
caught in the weft
of our corduroy lives;
a small gift granted
to our past or
future selves?
Embers in the Wind and Threads
for Tomorrow.
In the rising fog of the New Year let burdens
take flight.
As failures lift like morning dew under the sun's
gentle touch.
Let them drift away carried by dreams dissolving
into the horizon.
Unbind societal shackles like chains rusted by time's
unforgiving passage.
Let freedom persist a song echoing
through the dawn.
Fly away barriers that sundered
our hearts and
Vanish into the night's celestial jete.
For in our togetherness
our strength restarts.
Like a melody each note harmonizing
with the next
Ashes of isolation where unity
finds its way.
We are a mosaic of dreams each piece interwoven
of unity's play.
Welcome joyous days with
wisdom’s spark.
Spin tales in a patchwork of
blended delight.
Let harmony imprint minds and souls.
Like an ember’s warmth on
a cold winter’s night.
Carry agape love a beacon through
the dark.
Let this year transcend mere time's
vibrant flow
A crown adorned with empathy's
multicolored light.
Societal, psychological, philosophical
in the know.
Unified we thrive, our unity ignites.
Threads of tomorrow woven in today's
greatest show.
Ultimately, each voice a tremor
in the wind can join the
rising choral tide.
Each note a battle fought
and won where shadows once did hide.
No longer solo in the dark but harmony
in vibrant throng
We rise a symphony of souls where
failures turn to song and singing:
May the Lord bless us with
His grace
And guide us through
each day.
May we seek His eternal
loving face
And follow His peaceful
righteous way.
May we find strength in
His word.
And comfort in
His soft embrace.
May our hearts be filled with
His love.
And our souls with
His unconditional grace.
May we walk in
His radiant light.
Shining His boundless
love for all.
Guided by grace our
hands and feet.
Answering His utmost highest and
loving call.
I step outside on a mild spring day
To bask in nature's rebirth,
Flowers in bloom sway in the wind
Colors and scents pervade my senses
A spider's web glisten in the sun
I gaze at it, mesmerized by its intricacy
its silver threads glimmer
As it awaits its victim patiently
Life's web can get us caught in bad situations
From that web there may be no escape
Though we may struggle to be free
It may be an addiction, a bad relationship
That may devour us and leave just a shell
Yet some may get that second chance to soar to freedom
But what of those who never did
Whose souls died in the torment of their error
Life has no guarantees
It deals us cards we can't foresee
A butterfly gets caught in the web
And it struggles to be free
Many of us are seeking freedom
from something or someone
Even the past can imprison us
Yet sometimes out of nowhere, fortune smiles on us
That second chance for freedom comes....
I snap out of my trance as the breeze caresses my face
Just as the spider moves in the butterfly escapes
Fluttering to freedom on a mild spring day
111-2-2020
Ambedo Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Did you ever wonder how things work in your head
How every thought you ever think is connected by a thread
Sometimes it’s just a little thing then somehow you are led
To something unrelated to something they just said
Let me illustrate - - -
My wife asked about the weather
And I thought, yea, I’m cold
I should get a sweater
Then I thought all mine were old
Then thinking about my closet
I thought about my shoes
Thinking they need polish
What color should I choose
But thinking about colors
I like the color green
Green makes me think of summer
And the places that I’ve seen
Then thinking about vacations
I thought about this cruise
That I took with my sister
Then I thought about the booze
And how much that had cost us
But what a time we had
Then I thought how much I missed her
And how that made me sad
And thinking about sadness
Made me think of winter blahs
So instead of a quick answer
I just sort of pause
And then I said I missed her
My wife just stood there blinking
She said that’s not what I asked you
My Lord, what are you thinking
There was no use my explaining
How I got to what I said
That somehow it’s connected
By one single little thread
So I just said I’m sorry
What were you saying hon
But she had this look of wonder
Her own thoughts had just begun
Mdailey 2/2/12
1st place in contest
fortune teller knits a future ... time pulls at loose threads unraveling
Simmering threads of Grace reflect through your life
Lingering thoughts protrude beyond the norm
The pain makes you overthink at times
This makes you believe you cannot gain in solitude
The lies reflect the cries of your misplaced purpose
So gather the dark threads of the pain in your life
And know that it is there to stretch your purpose!
There are other things in life that you need to do!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Listen to the forest in the depth
of one’s mind and craft
arresting soundscapes
from within.
Gaze into a spectral morning
dazzling anew and watch
those scales that slither
from one’s eyes,
Utter silken threads that pulse each vein
with choral church bells ascending
thru a literati conduit.
Wallow in the cascade of an oceanic blue
and cherish every vital sea green moment
Posted : 30th March 2022
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw
Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life
one single moment unstitched pulled out of time
we'd begin to see that death is only a silent passage
and we need not bear the loss alone,
The memories of our coverlet years of love
will drive us home *
Perchance, mayhap, we can take it by the hand like a seer,
"we were born to exist and disappear" said the Mysticeer
and I for one believe that death is the encoding of life;
The silver threads of Mercy are weaved inside God's blanket
big enough to warm each widow, grieving parent, and child
As long as we love well, while we are still here,
death cannot take away our loved ones, nor their time on earth.
In Love And Light, Your Mystic Rose
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 20 Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 10/8/2025 11:24:00 A
( 4th Place )
Written: October 4, 2025
Storms arrive without warning,
flames snapping around us.
We move through the ruins,
our hands brushing as we go.
We are sparks scattered across the dark;
each one reaching
to bring warmth to another.
A hand that lingers, a voice that leans close,
a look that holds you, really sees you
the quiet comfort of being noticed.
I remember a girl
with empty pockets,
hope tucked quietly inside her chest.
she wandered from doorway to doorway,
asking for a few coins,
her voice soft and steady.
above her, her dreams glimmered
like lanterns guiding her through the dark.
I hold your hand when I can,
listen with my heart,
give what little kindness I have,
so someone can rise a little higher.
It is the tide that lifts a drowning soul…
the bridge whispered across an empty street,
the pulse that says:
You are seen. You are worthy.
You can keep moving.
Let us lift each other up,
so no one stays alone in the dark.
Let humble gestures drift like seeds.
Even in the fiercest storm,
we hold hands
and keep walking forward.
I’ve been blinded by a blistering light
An atomic angel in the nuclear night
Have they come to take us away at last?
Have they come to punish us for the past?
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Papa, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
I’m here in the wilderness with my kin
A makeshift shelter from sticks so thin
The kids are asleep so I cradle the gin
Alone in the reeds with secretions and sin
When morning comes like an atomic cloud
When hard truths assault you like bombs so
loud
Whatever happened to once make you proud
Will be crucified like the Face in the Shroud
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Mama, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
Mother and infant, both hopelessly yearning
Scraps of subsistence ‘mid garbage cans burning
Walk up close to them, their cart full of waste
Permanent Babylon — no figure chaste
Now does the sex of the child much matter?
Will its birthday letters be seen ever after,
From up on some small planet’s observing post
Its tiny embryonic, cancerous host?
I’ve been blinded by a ruinous light
A ballistic angel in the wintry night
Have they come to take us away at last?
Have they come to punish us for the past?
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Papa, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”