Best Tied Poems
when air-brushed stars croon..
my soul sways, tied to the moon
lost in twinkling tune
seeking for rose light
from plum reveries tonight~
questioning twilight..
am I not fine art
metered refrain to restart
music of your heart..
but will rivers heed
thoughts that stream in neon fields~
of teal auroras ..
swirling and twirling…
vinyl rhythms of warm astral~
spirits cloaked in sage…
in silence, I dream
in a bed of lilac clouds~
of you, me, and love..
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Stars shine so bright
this moonlit night
and in my arms
you lie within
this kiss I
leave my
love for
ever
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Fresh...novel - ingenuous in this nifty world of poetry
The congregation of well-versed and eloquent poets
Reflexion occupied and inhabited within your bosom
Comments - indited and penned by your hand,
Enunciated and explicated by your psyche
Behind of what is envisioned and construed
Philia augmented and fruited
Yielding the sweets in acquaintanceship
Not just co-writers
Not just gurus and advisers who meliorates and nurtures me
Competent as it can be
But buddies and intimates who're TIED UP
Great sophisticated poet - Nette
Words of heart so new -Nikko
Unbars the door of wisdom - Dr. Ram
Now,we've educed this bind - never loose...
* Jun-jun Villanueva
*Nette Onclaud
*Nikko Palmario
*Dr. Ram Mehta
****TABLE FOR FOUR contest
There aren’t many people there for you,
Remember that.
You can be in a dry heaving heap on the floor and
Nobody
Will know.
Much less care.
Do you understand the dangers of knowledge?
Do not bring this pain into their lives,
They do not deserve this.
You do.
My soul is not bound to yours
You can have your life for as long as you dream
I will not pull you down with me
Just sit from the sidelines and appreciate you are not me
You are not breathing my air
You are not seeing through my eyes
You do not feel from my hands
You are not me.
Appreciate your life and your mind and I will
Appreciate the way I am
Still breathing
Still feeling
The blood in my veins is still
Flowing through the course of
My body.
I love you
And maybe you will be able to reciprocate
But for now I am content with your
Attention.
Love is unnecessary when I see your
Beautiful
Blue eyes
Through mine
Thank you
Thank you
I'm Restless and defeated
Feeling overwhelmed and cheated
My Plate about to topple
Don't you dare pop that waffle
Shut your mouth and the door
Clean the dog pee off the floor
Fit to be tied, mouth foaming
Computer died, phone roaming
Don't look at me with that cheesy grin
My patience, like ice, that's growing thin
Just finished my Alaskan shower
Thanks to you bathing for an hour
Spent my last dollar topping off my tank
Just to find, my car won't crank
Pants ripped when I bent over
Picking up a 3 leafed clover
Dog ran off, didn't think he'd go far
As luck would have it, he was hit by a car
thought we'd spend the day, saying goodbye
Would you believe, he didn't die
At the vet, running up my credit
I'll revise my budget again and re edit
Sporting a cone around his head
The doctor said he should be hand fed
It's ok, I have time to spare
Out of work due to an allergy flare
Looking like a blowfish with chicken pox
Hamster got loose at the delight of a fox
Kids called the cops for animal abuse
Handcuffed for 2 hours before they let me loose
Neighborhood kids, come knocking
I wish I could say it was the least bit shocking
Leaving doors open, letting in the flies
I hide in the bathroom and find I have spies
Little feet under the shower curtain
Bottoms spanked, hands hurtin
Crawl in the bed at 1 a.m.
Sleep for 5 hours, then do it again
They pierce the unwelcoming night,
perserving eyes that receive nothing
but an unwholesome darkness,
hot accelerated breath scorches the
freezing air, as it penetrates
in entirety her raffish body while a
shivering anatomy provokes an age
of innocence, yet a stark awareness
of life’s tribulations, as she tucks in
her scarf, fastens her top button
before impetuously walking off into
the shadows to confront her next trick.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
I’m in a mental drought
My mind is empty, my hearts beating
No! Happiest in my soul
My feet sore, no place to go;
I’m happiest when I’m convergent
Penning a verse, whispering a phrase
Yet the poet’s hands are tied
As his eyes witness humanities lies
And all the horrid host invisible as ghost
Daily meals water and toast
I have no words
No one wants to hear
How do I write?
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
With worn hands arthritic hands
Blurred visions can’t see the keyboard
I have no words
No one wants to hear
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
When my muse is sleep
When no one keeps
Pays attention to me
To me attention flees
I have words
No one wants to see
I have voices inside of me
How can it be a poet?
Whom, you know yet I don’t know it
How do I write?
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
As my censorship
Has been relinquish
Penning a verse, whispering a phrase
Yet the poet’s hands are tied
As his eyes witness humanities lies
And all the horrid host invisible as ghost
Daily meals water and toast
I have no words
No one wants to hear
How do I write?
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
How do I write?
Again I say as Poet's Hands Are Tied
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
6/2/2021,
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Placement in Contest 1st Place
For The Poet's Hands Are Tied Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
You lie besides me deep in sleep.
Moonlight beams light up your face.
I stare at the dark contours of your face,
your lips slightly apart, breathing softly in sleep.
I whisper in your ear, softly, kindly, sweetly:
I love you dear, you know not how much.
You stir, you sigh, and softly say:
repeat again what you've just said.
What can I do but comply
I love you dear, you know not how much.
But why is it that I am unable
to utter such endearment when you're awake?
What kind of beast am I?
Your sleepy eyes flutter wide awake,
you breathe slowly down my neck,
lips meet, arms entwine, and we become one.
Say it again you fool, I tell myself, say it again.
But I am tongue tied, mute like a broken violin.
I kiss, I hug, I love but speak not.
Indeed, what kind of beast am I?
Her story is one that needs to be told. Born in a poor family she was sent to work at a very young age. "Have you got any experience? asked Madame Jeanne she nodded then lied through her teeth," yes, of course, Qui " fifteen years of age and smart as a whip. She won 1st prize for an essay she wrote in school. Hiding her tears from her mom and dad, she soberly dropped out of school.
the poet's hands were tied
but her mind was not
she was determined
Late at night after a shower, lint free and bone tired she'd start working
on her novel. Here in this magical place of wander she was never scoffed nor told to put away her silly dreams.
an entity of hope
is a thing that floats
like a paper boat
One day she braved it and sent in her manuscript. The Editor knowing a
good thing when she saw it, gave Gloria her first chance. When she
received her very first check, she cried tears of joy.
all of this
because she believed ,
and never gave up
June 3, 2021
Sponsor Name: Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name: The Poets Hands Are Tied
If I could I would reach up
and give you the moon
Tied with a string
like a yellow balloon
So when you slept
beneath it's golden beams
You'd see the light
of my love in your dreams
Broken promises
Makes noose
feels regret
you took both my breasts
leaving me with a flat chest
worse, feeling like less -
I feel like a man even
in my most beautiful dress
11/12/12
Black Eyed Susan
*Dedicated to all women who have lost a breast (or both) to breast cancer - and also to my friend Pam who I just found out yesterday (11/14) has it and is beginning radiation
as they type or write
words-ideas fill their heads
masterpiece appears
Date Written: 6/6/2021
1 Place
A Brian Strand 1,2 or 3 line Poetry Contest Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Falling in the beauty of graceful silence,
wanting but the echo of lover's glory,
mourning for the death of the passing hours
under this darkness...
Tied between pillars of faith and salvation
my soul it rest without hesitatation
Though storms they come and sway the trees
My cradle it rocks with in the breeze
Tied to pillars that hang from above
No shakey foundation
But the strength of His love
Though storms may come
And reviel my fears
He rocks my cradle
and wipes away my tears
Tied between two pillars
High in the clouds
A babe waits for trumpet sound
And when that fateful day arrive
He will stand by soldiers side by side
Battle evil untill Judas dies
Clean the Temple untill satisfied
Search for poverty with loving eyes
And bow to God for His compromise