Best Tighter Poems
Whisper's of October
Whispers in this soup bowl
20 minutes after its muse explodes,
Daylight remains nothing more than a dream
Warding off the howling sound in mid-September's stream
Casting a line about a ginger light,
found in the depths of everything
Engaging from the sitting twilight, numb, tranquilized
Exposing and expressing the emotions found within
An attic lost in the Ancient sky ---awaits
A poetic hand is formed ---reaching out
A hissing whisper out of the darkness,
Listen-in, the echoes of October are calling
A halo, that reconciles a mysterious monarch moon
A mono grip in which summons a mysterious voice
of sweet serenity
Poets posting poems along the midnight page
Each poet can compose a poem and mimic free fallen verses,
One might call it a creative craving curse,
Webmaster's whose words speak for themselves
Voiceless-
They feel, and spills the will of idolized ink,
Blind-handed, splitting day from night
Warm whispers, needing no food to consume
Migraines of ink, feeding the soul
Burning Pages, overused pens
They've forgotten the pretty flowers
Living like lions, who never comes out of their dens
Murmuring and devouring, the enigmas of the unknown
Eyes behind a sieve, close tighter than before,
They hide nothing-
A world created from every sky-scrape the wall
Wanting to belong, a trick -or- treat*er in disguise
No friends, everything is pretend
These poets can’t be described, can't be believed
They are the best in what they do
For all you know this poet might be me,
This poet might be you
9/3/14
Categories:
tighter, addiction, character, devotion, identity,
Form:
Free verse
I watch as she sleeps,
the gentle rise and fall of her chest
making sure her breathing is rhythmic
Thoughts take me back years ago
when we were playmates ~sisters
separated by little more than a year.
A tear escapes my eyes. I wipe it away
for if she wakes and sees me crying,
her tears will flow again.
My sister, my best friend
Always vibrant and busy with life
Taking care of everyone
and putting her needs last.
As quickly as a breath was taken
she'd had a stroke
and when she woke
her life had been turned
upside down, mouth drooping
as if she were wearing a frown.
My heart grieves silently
Bleeding with pain I cannot show
for I'll not let her know my fears~
My tears hidden,
I replace them with a smile
and if she would look into my eyes,
she'd know. She'd know my anguish.
Her needs are many~
Slurred speech, limp left arm
Fran, who is gifted with empathy
for the plights of others.
Now, she fights to get her life back.
She sobs when friends call
and I have to say, "She's just emotional."
Damn it! I would be, too!
I tell her it's okay and smile~
Sometimes, she smiles back at me
Sometimes, she turns her head away
We talk about childhood days
and when a haze fills her eyes,
I talk about something silly~
desperate to give her hope.
A blood clot broke free from her brain
at least it had the decency
not to enter her heart.
Distraught, of course she is
but my sister is a fighter
and we work together, day and night
to help her hand grip mine tighter.
It's 4 am, and by the night light
I look at her face, wrinkle free
but only when she's asleep.
I pray to God while I weep,
"Please give her the life she knew."
There's little more I can do
except to be her big sister.
She'll get through this hard time
with help from family and friends
Those who love her as much
as she loves all of us.
We talk about it being another hurdle
she'll get over, but this one...
this one is physical, a literal mountain
that she must climb, but not alone.
There are goals to set and reach
and each step she takes strengthens her will
to be as independent as she used to be.
I sit here, watching her as she sleeps
and only then do I allow my tears to fall.
Categories:
tighter, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
My sweet little Teddy Bear...
Mommy gave 'YOU' to me
Now I never sleep alone at night
The comfort you gave when God's sunny eyes ran out of light
You are my sweet little teddy bear...
You kept me company throughout the years
I hugged you when my eyes were full of tears
Loving you, squeezing you
We both express much joyful dance of cheers
Together we sang lullabies, without you singing one single word
We drank from the same teacup, whispered about the pretty birds
Now listen, as I mumble extra words into your ear
My sweet Teddy Bear, you are always here
We snuggled every night staring at the star-frame window
"You held my hand when I was lost in my own imaginary limbo
My sweet little Teddy Bear...
I'm 11 now, and my mother loves me dearly
Sadly, she felt it was time to find me a daddy
Little does she know my daddy visits every night in my dreams
Shhhhhh!!!
Now her boyfriend visits my room and tells me not to scream
Little Teddy bear, I never showed you fear before I fell asleep
Little Teddy bear, tonight I do not want to count sheep
Teddy bear, now I hold you closer and tighter than before
Little Teddy Bear let me cover your ears, from the screeching door
Little Teddy Bear, he said he would hurt Mommy if I tell anyone
Little Teddy Bear, I know you see and hear everything!!!
by; PD
You're A Little Kid Again (contest)
The View of an 11-year-old
Categories:
tighter, abuse, boyfriend, childhood, fear,
Form:
Free verse
viscera wound tighter
than the tightest rubber ball
never mind bouncing off the walls
guts like a pinball machine
an arcade between the ears
with tilt alarms screaming
02.10.19
For Capture That Emotion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Categories:
tighter, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
She cocooned herself
Spinning the thread tightly
Around her troubled mind
Knowing out there
Out there were the people
Who watched her unwind
Who could not be kind
Losing ground
Every day
She fought to stay
Sane
Untouched by pain
She cocooned her mind
Her weak troubled mind
With layer after layer of silken threads
Threads of self defense
From a world
Who only loved to see her dance
And smile
And play the fool
For a while
From a world who couldn’t bear
To see the raw pain that was there
Behind the pretty face
And the bewitching eyes
Were the jagged lies
The mirrors into a soul
Incomplete...not whole
Unloved
Unwanted
She was too much trouble
Complicated
An emotional drain
They comforted the physical pain
Yet feared the mental pain
They could not understand….
"Sh…….keep it a secret"
She told herself as she spun away
"For now….
Play the game
Play everyone’s game
Give them what they want
Whatever it is
Give it to them
Maybe they will learn to love you
Maybe they will see the beauty
Hiding behind the beast
Waiting for release...
No....you know better
They have no eyes to see
So dance....dance....alone
In the quiet of the room
Where there is no one to pry
Or see you cry
Dance alone
Live alone
Breathe alone
Alone
Alone
Hate the world
Hate them all
They deserve it
Damn every single last one
Whoever walked away
Leaving you cradling your throbbing head
Afraid of their own monsters
They keep you at bay
Vulnerability not their game to play
Damn them all
For not loving you enough
For not being tough enough
Weaklings one and all
EVERY SINGLE LAST ONE
Unable to be strong
To carry you along
When you are weak
Unable to think
Unable to speak
Unable to breathe
Unable to muster the courage to live
Unable
And unloved
Finish what you've begun"…..
She spinned the threads tighter… tighter
The cocoon complete
She fell asleep
Her last thoughts
The bitter knowledge
That she would never awake
Transformed
Knowing this would be her tomb
For she was never meant to be
A butterfly…
A beautiful airy creature of the day
Loved by everyone in every way
She closed her eyes
And slipped away
Unloved....
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
tighter, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
Every time you look at me
Brown eyes say, "I love you"
When you're lying next to me
Your snuggle says it too
That soft brown skin's inviting smell
I pull you to me tighter
I hope you know, somehow can tell
You make my days much brighter
So playfully, you steal a kiss
Like a child, I wipe my face
What have I done to feel such bliss
This gift of "amazing grace"
Each day you show me in some way
The meaning of true love
For you my friend, each night I pray
And thank The Lord above.
for my dog friend, Buddy:)
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
tighter, best friend, dog, love,
Form:
Rhyme
You know how they say,'what will be will be'...
but what is it that will be?
What does the future hold
for me?
I wish somehow
it would all be revealed
future clarity
Are you there...with me?"
you wrap me up tighter
make my burden feel lighter
dark of doubt becomes brighter
when I hear your voice
humor infused
whisper in my ear
"Oh...Baby
philosophy
existential cacophony
of differing thoughts
doesn't mean anything to me
Are you happy
here in my arms?"
I sigh and raise my head
only to find your eyes looking at me
in that way that makes me feel....
eternity
there...there in their depths
is unfolding prophecy
constancy
and longevity
of love
your eyes speak to me
"what will be will be
but through every dilemma
through every heartache
when your body's battered
i won't let you break
I will be there
loving you
for love's sake"...
I see the prophecy
assuring visual eloquency
and to make sure I never forget
you seal this prophecy with a kiss
and I know fulfillment
is here...now
and is yet to be
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
tighter, future, love,
Form:
Free verse
I am a captive in your sensitive and sensuous heart,
a palace of poetic and fragrant seductions
that slips veils of sexy silken secrets along my spirit's skin
and I desperately follow your sweating soul into the wilderness
that surrounds your fertile femininity,
we kiss in moments of heightened exhalations
and then we run and play further, to the edges of your paradise
discovering together how love tortures us
and why we need it so,
feeling the bindings of love's fire
around our bodies, we demand more
give it to me tighter, hotter, faster
press this love closer to my rage and wisdom
whip me with the leather braids of love's lessons,
care for my living bruises with lips that heal
bite my masculine will
with teeth that have carved beauty out of misery,
dig your nails into the thighs of my excitement,
hold me as I paint the wings of your heart my Love -
This poem was originally posted on New Year's Day, 2016 for the woman I love,
I hope the powers that be understand...J.A.B.
Categories:
tighter, love, lust, pain, paradise,
Form:
Romanticism
The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe,
and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over
As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness,
she whispers to Hope:
“Swim free and look for the horizon, then come back to me...”
The night; collected on the leaves,
drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor
Striking the shimmering tearful medium,
it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits
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I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze;
gilded words of adoration
I glide towards it, praying that it guides me,
strengthens me,
nurtures me
like Mermaid’s milk
Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute!
Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life...
With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower
It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There.
So much is lost.
The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition...
Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me.
Sing me a song while you do,
and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again.
*****
Thank you David, for waiting ever so patiently for my long overdue part--
it was a very nice challenge for me to write this :)
Thank you very much for the inspiring lines...
Categories:
tighter, hope, mystery, me, song,
Form:
Free verse
there's nothing more precious between the two
of us just holding you makes it alright when
I hold you I know a miracle is taken place
I could see it on your facial expression so
so child like so sweet the many words we
share nothing can compare I feel at ease
knowing you are near there holding me to these
are the moments no one can take in my mind
these moments will always stay as time
passes you will grow older but the love I
have for you will never lessen the way I
feel for you grows tighter and tighter with
each hug with each kiss nothing will ever
take the place of this in my arms I will hold
you so strong nothing in this world will ever
go wrong when I hold this child in my arms
tonight all my love I hold so tight
Copyright@July2005
Patricia Jaye
Categories:
tighter, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Some folks smile when I say I’m a writer
Some smirk, suggesting I should get a job
My stories and poems make our days brighter
Fantasy often, and, occasionally macabre.
Some of my poems make your heart throb
They may elicit laughter when I am lighter,
Friends enjoy going out with me to hobnob
Some folks smile when I say I’m a writer.
Writing opinion, I can be a fierce fighter
A sarcastic line I have been known to lob
To meet a deadline, I’ve pulled an all-nighter
Some smirk, suggesting I should get a job.
My profession does not make me a snob
For I need your stories to write a nail-biter,
Just as history gave us Hugo’s Les Misérables,
My stories and poems make our days brighter.
I edit a great deal to make my writing tighter
Much time and effort’s required, I’m no slob.
I write a mixture of genre, I can be a compiler,
Fantasy, sometimes; occasionally macabre.
So, I pay little attention to the illiterate blob
To those who delight in being a backbiter,
Who are no more important than a watch fob
Spending their time in meaningless blighter,
When I say I’m a writer.
Written June 15, 2022
#33 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
June 22, 2022
#36 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
June 19, 2022
Categories:
tighter, poetry, words, work, write,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Dear Mr. Frost
....
You gave to me a close-up view
Brand new eyes to see the world
The smallest things were brought to light,
enhanced and made to stand alone
You loaned to me new polished shoes....
to walk through words and see them clear
You reached beyond your own despair
and filled my life with something rare
You found a jewel in each small thing
In ways that I could then, relate...
A leaning barn, ...a field of wheat,
a country road beneath my feet
A picture of a bird in flight against a sky of prose and slate
Rural life became alive...
Reflected in a visual climb
....
Your losses came, and with a cost…
You held me fast within your spell
Perhaps it helped you nurse your soul
I was inspired from the very first...
The first time that I read your verse
I felt a need to share and tell....
Finding beauty between the lines...
To see the detail....to magnify...
To see moth's wing against the vine...
Beauty in the smallest thing....you made it mine
You gave the words to fan a flame...to build a fire in my soul
....
With every poem, ...you held me tighter
handing me the ink and paper
to show me ways to write it better
No matter whether children's laughter or
trees of apples, kitten whiskers....
A thing of beauty in the simple thing
You woke my world and made it sing
_______________________________
Categories:
tighter, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
The honeymoon is not over embracing love
by capturing the core of every fiber,
weaving tender hearts tighter and tighter.
We are touched with sweet melting honey
that echoes of our love through golden rings
in strife and funny rainy or sunny days.
I can't help those fluttery butterflies’ feelings
falling in love with you over and over again.
The honeymoon is not over embracing love
stealing each other's heart as we forged
honesty, hope, faith, courage, and forgiveness.
Tender dreamy, gentle kisses that flow
and bend of our boughs, as seasons come and go
with shadows of never ending days.
Two souls dance suspended in the night.
I can't help those fluttery butterflies’ feelings
falling in love with you over and over again.
The honeymoon is not over embracing love
as memories, moments to remember
time when life had been pleasant and strong
a time when loving bloomed our course to our future.
Woven on a web of everlasting dreams
in our golden days we give to each other our hearts.
I can't help those fluttery butterflies’ feelings
falling in love with you over and over again.
10/18/2017
Poetry Contest: MY SECRET TO HAPPINESS
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
Categories:
tighter, love, marriage,
Form:
Lyric
She is a lifeline in the blue-black of days
Curled on my lap, her sausage form rolls
All over the bed ... without guilt, without care;
Weenie girl Snickers likes to frolic
In dim of night as my tiredness kicks in,
And I would fondly grant a regalement
To hide seek among boxes, messed closets
While those almond eyes peer kindly
Much like watchful gazes as I leave by dawn:
My tiny keeper-- we would romp, laugh wildly
Along Saturday fields...our picnic hideaway
Her limbs guiding me from thorns of work's fatigue.
~
Lavish mealtimes, Snicks would evade
She grew weak though paws jumped around
Clinging tighter, sweeter than dachsund licks;
Then... on fateful one noon, she simply heaved her last
Wink of dachshund eyes locked upon mine ,
The rain tears tapping, d r i f t i n g on my bosom --
Reveries of us brought raw pain, immeasurable joy
You, not a heartbeat far from my soul
That I rocked you where our Saturday fields rested. Ever.
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All Dogs Go To Heaven Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France 8/19/2020
Categories:
tighter, devotion, dog,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
~*~
Still and motionless, aye!
We prisoners in endless lockdowns lie.
Dreams of life, as it once used to be.
Days, sparkled with magnanimity.
When mouths were not gagged and children ran and played.
Those days, ah, never coming back, we live in media haze.
Now the chains grow yet heavier, yet tighter.
It's even hard to be a verbal fighter.
Punishment in wait for all who question.
How dare we disregard divine government direction?
People like me who speak and think for themselves,
In any form, our poems are read, but comments...shelved!
Truth telling is so very despised!
Punishment for anyone such as I, is always nigh!
Evil walks the earth disguised as good.
In all countries, all neighborhoods.
You cannot laugh true evil away.
For your tears, swell, in your eyes and your unique,
Godspeed Soul Bay.
We weep for the dead, but are we truly alive?
Life, still and motionless, in penumbrad, masked,
poioned lockdown disguise.
1-16-2021
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Dedicated to all poets here, willing to take a stand for truth at the cost of being disliked. You write about it...You really impress me! Merci, blessings.
Categories:
tighter, dedication, humanity, loneliness, loss,
Form:
Couplet