Best Tightly Poems
I Got Scars, Invisible Chains That Tightly Bind
I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep
Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep
There the darkness came ravaging a broken mind
I got scars, invisible chains that tightly bind
And an epic loss that can any man destroy
When a younger lad, just a poor O' Southern boy!
I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep
Doorways bringing bad nightmares into my sleep
Those battles, those moaning cries can be heard each night
Tragedy, a shame, such a sad pitiful fight
There the darkness comes cutting up both heart and soul
And lord don’t ya know, it is such a wicked toll!
I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep.
Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet ( Sad, dark and once so true )
Note:
Walk Slowly, Tread Lightly, Voice Kindly, Hold Tightly
Walk slowly, Life with its deep mysteries awaits;
For within the moment Time breathes and dies
Spur gently, racing horses begging passion's gate
To bring Love from those towering blue skies-
Walk slowly.
Tread lightly, on daydreams that magnify desires;
Some are foolish, not ever meant to be
Step lively, into romance before it expires
As Love's joy, sets sails upon open seas-
Tread lightly.
Voice kindly, words that in gratitude issue praise;
For it is true tenderness so rewards
Give freely, heart's glow, its magnificence raise
To one's depths that life and honor safeguards-
Voice kindly.
Hold tightly, greater fortitude that courage brings;
As are cast rare gems of sweetest delight
See clearly, life's beauty and Nature's offerings
for such are gifts that prove life is alright-
Hold tightly.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-27-2020
Rhyme, ( Beneath The Starry Skies, Looking Into Infinity )
Acquiescing to its allure,
you surrender yourself to love.
And relinquishing innocence;
indulge in sexual pleasures.
Passion's flame ignites in your heart,
free of doubt, pretense, and deceit.
And desire sparks your libido;
fanning smoldering hot embers.
Sweaty bodies tightly entwine;
caught up in this moment in time.
And they experience feelings;
approaching pure exaltation!
Extraordinarily superb;
sex just keeps on getting better!
And like in a fantasy dream,
happiness and pleasure abound.
Sharing such intimate feelings;
movements are dually enjoyed.
And trust fuels hopeful hearts on
their journey of exploration.
When reality bites,
it inflects hurt and pain,
and we look for a place,
to simply, get away.
Fueling fantasies,
tightly tethered to love,
romantic dreams, offer
a secret place to play.
A sanctuary, from
fragile, fledgling feelings,
where passion, and desire,
coexist, within dreams.
When disenchanted, with love,
paint your wishes, with hope,
for, even sad feelings,
are far better, than none.
Life is much too short, to
waste, worrying about
unfulfilled promises,
or games, of betrayal.
Hold On Tightly, When Life Takes Its Great Leaps And Bounds
Hold on tightly, when life takes its great leaps and bounds
this old blue marble is not all sweet virgin ground
strewn about are horrendously nasty pitfalls
awaiting the fruits of world's constant tempting calls
to dive right on in and never mind the dark sin
after all, are we not modern, enlightened men?
As wise, old philosophers great advice once gave.
" Be wise now, for waits only a dark lonely grave".
Hold on tightly, raging world ever faster spins
as its current master, the dark one sits and grins
but modern man believes not in such fairy tales
or an afterlife, or chasing a Holy Grail
so dive right in, these waters are so very fine
and on your new, bright golden plates you too shall dine!
As wise, old philosophers great advice once gave.
" Be wise now, for waits only a dark lonely grave".
Robert J. Lindley, July 02, 2022
Rhyme
Note:
This is a heavy rewrite of a poem that I composed back in 1977,
at age 23 and after going through a very troublesome time in my young life...
Are you frying today? No? Not at all? An attempt to pull the frying pan out would be better off left alone as other plates could fall. Oh dear. The frying is best done outside then? Yes? Are you even listening to the logic? You are? Really? Wow. Well that makes about as much sense as a conversation between a hammer and a screaming screw. No need or necessity for screw fix, adhesive pastes nor metallic elements. Ok then. Now that is sorted it is merely open to say and state that a single word like bus means a station and a single word like train also means station. Why??Because it does. Irrelevant interference interfering intertwining interesting innermost informational influences. Like pow Pow Pow then? Ok and goose kisses a hare. Sponge tab equals tap tap tap and opened opinionated oversized overspills' are too noisy in a library. X mountaineering z z z z at seven yawning lions looking out of a keyhole to twelve flamingos bouncing on trampoline lake. z
He that walks most tall amongst men
amongst men has the furthest to fall,
when in ancient times in yonder Scar Ghyll
brazen stood the hanging tree
without redundancy.
The morning had not yet spoken
waits upon sunrise, natures trill,
only one man there stands broken
facing the north wind’s icy chill,
a storm cloud rolls in
the preacher reads the last rites
talks of redemption
this illusion stabs the mind
the noose tightly grasps his soul.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Time and again,
life is as capricious as the current of air,
yet right now, I sense a nocturnal, harmonious blending.
The upper, black immensity is leaning over the sedated shore,
night is lukewarm, timely, gentle winds are pleasing,
the circular moon is distant, lit with a full lustrous face
and hemmed in by spangling stars all about.
Tightly clutched not only to nightfall's control,
but also, to its seeping of a tranquil embrace,
taking on, the inexpressible charge that I experience
while walking in the cool, effortless hours.
The euphonious deep, dark as crimson-red wine,
salts the atmosphere to preserve a worthy indulgence.
As it rolls toward me
through its appealing surges of approachable exchange,
it sees where I am encumbered.
Here in the billowing dusk, the massive deep
is a gentle maker of musical melange;
inserting a bliss of solitude
and sounds of clarity to linger on.
To this night I cannot come back to,
but I can consume and savor all of its assets;
the visible, the audible.
Forcefulness, Influence and Mastery;
the soothing and stimulating ocean strokes.
you have coils like a snake
ready to spring at any threat
yet elegant in your danger
your grip is inescapable
infused with warmth from the
seething volcano
within
soothing,
comforting even
especially when
my legs are wrapped around your body
and your fangs are on my neck
Hold On Tightly
Let your life fill others with jubilant cheer
do not stand apart , bring others near
Sing out sweet love of life for all to see
share your gift by growing a kindness tree
As each morn stirs vibrant heart to please
give of self with love as the beautiful key
Seek out those needing a soft helping hand
dance to the joyous music of a mercy band
As days and nights rush into eternity's cup
drink of compassion , drink right on up
Let your path sing a helping blissful tune
time awaits no man, flying by far too soon
Let love and kindness be your beautiful guide
hold on tightly, such acts gift a rip roaring ride
07/ 27/ 2014
Hold me close, but not too closely
Have a rose, I love you mostly.
Hold me tight, but not too tightly
Give me sight to love you rightly.
We come and we go
Embrace, release
We hum with the show
A happy face, only a piece.
We bring people near, but keep some distance
We are ruled by fear, so we don’t see a missed chance.
We give people flowers to convey emotion
But keep them in shallow waters, never invited into our ocean.
Embrace and release is a general rule
And when done correctly, an effective tool.
For those who are raising a child likely find
Hands are only held so long and they have to unbind.
Because hold them close, but not too closely
And they’ll love you most, netted and grossly
Hold them tight, but not too tightly
Or they can’t take flight, treated too lightly.
I give you a hug, to show that I care
And let go with a shrug, we’ll meet somewhere.
A hand on the back, a stroke of the hair
We will come back, we’ll meet somewhere.
All of life is this same basic process
Finding a new embrace to cope with our losses.
Hold them tight, but not too tightly
Saying I love you, constantly, nightly.
Holding loved ones’ hands as they grow old
I’ve lead them to their promised land when they go cold.
Hold them close, honestly, probably closer,
They don’t come back when it’s over.
I’ve held and let go of friends far too young
Who released their hope, emptied and stopped their lungs.
Embrace and release is something I know too well,
Embrace and release can hurt like hell.
And here we go again, embrace and release
God, please, this time give me strength.
Give me peace.
As the dawn breaks through the darkness
and the birds begin to sing,
The new day brings new hope
with the first day of the spring.
Though, today will still be tragic
with more sad days yet to come,
It's the beauty of the nature
which reminds us where it's from.
So, as the day continues forward
and by night we're beaten down,
Hold tightly to the faith
tomorrow brings around.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
March 20, 2020
With tightened lid, I locked my broken heart
inside a jar and turned away.
Deprived of air, I suffocated, with a heart
incapable of love, and I forgot how precious
was the contents behind the glass,
moving through life with such urgency.
Alas, love departed, so I
locked away my dwindling faith
inside a jar, too transparent.
Then, I turned away.
At times, I caught a glimpse of my faith
from afar and remembered serenity.
Enemies came to tighten the lid
and I, oblivious, thought I found love.
But I moved through life with such urgency.
A wandering soul, I walked for miles
expecting foreign places to feel like home.
Aching with a desire I could not explain,
I heard God whisper in my ear,
My child, why do you run? Love must breathe
and faith cannot survive without love.
God asked from the light if I love Him still,
and I answered yes that I always will.
Then, I held my breath as God loosened the lid of the jar.
Faith resides with love and hope...I can breathe.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 21, 2012
for Jars contest
I couldn’t laugh and let it go
I held it tightly
And shook it at the sky
Until tears covered my face
My voice was strained
My soul deeply tired
Questioning why
Puzzling out motives
Repeating the same situation and sentence
Again and again
Then I spoke with you
Your hand covered half my face as you held it
Speaking while I wept into your palm
I’ve figured it out
You can rest
Let your mind be still
Sleep
It’s alright if you have to cry yourself there
Just know I’m watching
And while you’re sleeping
And while your waking
I’ll take care of today
Yesterday’s sorted
And tomorrow is new
Live in peace
I’ll contend and comfort
I find it hard to say no
Not because I'm weak
When someone feels uncertain,
And a listening ear doth seek
I listen carefully to everything they say.
And try to give the best advice,
To help their worries fade away.
I feel honoured that they trust me,
To confide in me for sure,
I worry they see weakness,
And think I am a pushover what's more.
Have I had my eyes closed
Or choose not to see
I now have the feeling
Some have tried to make a monkey out of me.
This awakening causes me concern,
It puts me in a different state of mind.
I know it's not a weakness.
It should be normal to be kind.