Best Timeless Poems
There is an english garden that I visit in a dream,
where trees are full of blossoms and the atmosphere serene.
A canopy of branches lightly shades a winding lane
and sunlight filters through the trees and warms a gentle rain.
Wild lavender and daisies grow around the willow trees,
and red and yellow daffodils sway gently in the breeze.
Resplendent water lilies on the pond lend gentle grace,
and butterflies in courtship play, then lovingly embrace.
Beyond the lily pond a white thatched cottage stands alone,
with picket fence and climbing vines, I know that it's my home.
The peonies in white and pink are lush and in full bloom,
and as I pass the garden gate I smell their sweet perfume.
My dear cat Elle is waiting for me on the welcome mat,
then follows me inside the house for cuddles on my lap.
The light is slowly fading as the sun begins to sink,
and leaves behind a brilliant glow of crimson, red and pink.
This dream is in a timeless place where visions become form,
and this is where you'll find me, when I'm once again reborn.
Love knows no separation
not in measured distance
nor in death...
“A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I've forgotten all my learnings,
but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.
I love myself...I love you.
I love you...I love myself.” Rumi.
When you cry,
I wish I was those tears,
rolling down your cheeks,
dripping upon your strawberry lips.
I yearn to reflect like rainbow dust,
so you mirror like a confetti mosaic.
But in the duration of distance,
I walk barefoot upon a path of
dead roses, whose thorns are
covered in crimson drops.
In between the phases of pearls
and eternal embers in our sky,
I cannot sleep when you remain awake.
Afraid the moon will steal our dreams.
Time is an impatient muse,
but my adoration is timeless.
If only we could pause
and move in slow motion.
With the humility of Rumi.
My words are a colourless chore,
my mind a moth-eaten blank canvas,
but when you appear before me -
I'm a poetic waterfall of ivory ink.
In periwinkle petal phases
of personification, place my
choral carnation blossoms
in chronological chapters -
inside the personal memoirs
of your porcelain soul.
We are fragile figments,
but our serenade is not a fable,
so I keep writing orphic poems,
portraying your innocence and honesty
through an opulent sonnet,
reflecting your moonlight majesty.
Revealing desires of an enkindled heart.
If prose is too simple,
I'll create you a mausoleum of metaphors,
so when silence suppresses my speech,
my arrows of alliteration
will protect you until your last verse.
Before my last breath,
I may not create a perfect masterpiece.
So I wonder if my words will be worthy
or will you forget me
like the others who wrote before me?
In your analogies of abandonment,
I am a pristine scarf in your suitcase.
When I surrender to time,
will you wrap me around your skin,
until the end?
The jade moon no longer illustrates~
poetry that illuminates synthetic flowers,
and the timeless trinkets of twilight,
refuse to rhyme halcyon hymns in twinkling hues.
Tonight, I sit in crippling confusion,
drawing fireflies across the onyx sky;
suspended in painted illusion,
searching for swirling pink diamonds.
Yet from the saffron silence of sakura in blossom,
I find crystalline colors of butterfly bliss,
though I’ve long been awaiting rosemary rain,
to emanate a balmy muse amidst inked pain.
Now this rustic heart aches to be,
within the amorous arms of amethyst dusk,
there I’ll rise to the music of lotus love,
be anything but a caged weaver of faded stars.
She rides on a sailing ship high in the skies
embracing creation of her wandering star
cheerfully greeting her guests.
Some pleasant and chatty,
some on occasion she may ask,
“Please don’t fall over me.”
Hawaii is where her heart lies;
and island of poetry that inspires her soul,
of orange sunset against sublime radiant blue.
She strolls up and down the tan beach,
enjoying the feel of warm grains of sand between her toes,
breathing in the whole innocence of beauty
as tears of joy blend in with the cool briny sea.
A place of timeless harmony
her peace of heaven
6/19/2017
A tribute to Connie Marcum Wong
Her poems are inspiring
This was a comment written by a friend; I know is if a fight breaks out on a plane and I'm your flight attendant please don't fall on me during your altercation ??
They met at first around sixteen,while they were in their teens.
A young man tall and handsome, a girl with many dreams.
Years later they did meet again this time he was smitten.
It took some time to hook this girl, eventually their history written.
He had a plan to marry her and move her from her home.
She'd have to leave her roots, the only thing she'd known.
Leave her home and family was what she had to do,
The love they shared was eternal even though it 'twas brand new.
This love they shared was a gift,their faith was also strong
They both loved many similar things like fishing, books and song.
Seven children blessed their lives, they started their own tree
So strong this love they shared, became one large family.
Both worked hard to raise them, devoted to each one,
They shared their love equally to each daughter and each son.
Education and faith were important, practiced with daily prayer
They fed and clothed this family with love and tremendous care
Each child was very different and different paths they took.
Educators, artists, builders, Lawyers and even cooks.
Each child found their partners, some added children to each branch.
All love music, all loved to read, a few even like to dance.
Their children had more children and the two were greatly blessed,
With lovely grandchildren with many traits that both these two possessed
What remained from the love they shared twas passed down through the line
A love this strong must be shared and it surpassed all time
Four generations have now developed from these two whose love began
So many years before when both had shared a plan.
Each twig shares a piece and resembles one or the other
For this love story that's been described was about a Father and Mother
I'd love to say they share a life together here today
But God had different plans in mind, for one he took away
The void he left was devastating to everyone you see
Hardest on the one for which he shared atop the tree
The plan these two created at the time they were entwined
Continues on by one so strong , who giveth all of her time
To the tree these two created which grows branches to this day
The love created by these two shall never go
Thorns on roses
ticks, fleas on
kittens
no help for the poor
snowball with no mittens
cereal that's milkless.
food with no taste
no seconds in minutes
elementary art without paste
artists with no vision
siblings without fighting
t.v. with no color
cake without icing
talking without voices
no roots beneath trees
by understanding rainfall
you understand me.
Timeless Cave
Hidden deep out of time on a limestone cliff
its entrance for the ages concealed
paw prints of cave bears on soft clay ground
and smoke-stained walls it harbored
but deeper, still deeper, farther in time
earth’s ancient origins still beckon
for an artist his palm prints left and man’s
greatest testament of eras bygone
panthers and cave lions on smoothed surfaces
lost voices from humanity’s past
he painted in the torches light from us closing
the distance and they all outlast
on cave walls, hyenas, and horses in flight
immortalized remains vibrant echoes
ringing through the millenniums
a masterpiece there lies
in the midst of stalactites and stalagmites,
man’s original Sistine Chapel still rests in peace.
Weightless, Penniless, Timeless Without Score
Death had spoken thus; I see you still deny,
Abides grim darkness in you, 'til bye the bye,
Weightless, penniless, timeless without score
Last gasp is endless, it echoes no more;
Fields of waving grain, stroke whispering winds
splashing murmurs of why human life ends
As if such sounds could retrieve human life,
And mortal coil could exist without strife,
Would need of this my black hand ever be
To release the horror resting in thee,
Death then took leave, promising to return
To gift me one last touch each man must earn!
I watched its dancing shadow far away flee.
Pondering what great evil rests within me.
Robert J. Lindley,
March 19th, 2015
Sonnet, ( A Late Night Conversation ) ( Words composed after reading Poe )
Take me where merlot skies serenade songs of serenity,
I long for timeless tulips that twirl in beloveds embrace,
Where love is a thornless red rose, unfurling eternity,
hope thrives with tuscan gold blossoms, sprouting in glistening grace
I long for timeless tulips that twirl in beloveds embrace,
Fireflies flicker sterling sparks on the creek of my aching heart,
hope thrives with tuscan gold blossoms, sprouting in glistening grace
I condemn the many sunless mountains that keep us apart
Fireflies flicker sterling sparks on the creek of my aching heart,
In your unwritten absence, my peace knows no tranquility,
I condemn the many sunless mountains that keep us apart,
Even the moon envies twin flames, that burn in sheer clarity.
In your unwritten absence, my peace knows no tranquility,
As we are like wildflowers, wading through a poetic place,
Even the moon envies twin flames, that burn in sheer clarity,
like divine dahlias lost in a rhythm within cosmic space.
As we are like wildflowers, wading through a poetic place,
where love is a thornless red rose, unfurling eternity,
like divine dahlias lost in a rhythm within cosmic space,
Take me where merlot skies serenade songs of serenity.
Time does not celebrate
Nor sunrise play kazoo
The folly of the “New Year”
Belongs to me and you
The orbiting of Jupiter
The gleaming Milky Way
Know that being where you are
Don’t mean that’s where you’ll stay
For geese will cut the sky with V’s
And bears retreat to slumber
While we are left to pondering
The days we try to number
For time is but a monitor
Of movements without cause
And we the counters of the days
Enshrine time’s timeless flaws
I hold you in memory,
like a flaming star that etched the night sky,
before vanishing in darkness
Leaving nothing, but a vision burned in the eyes,
long after your passing.
I remember you,
each cold winter night,
when frost clings to my window pane
and a fire crackles in an empty room,
once filled with laughter and dance
Each evening reminds me of you,
when a candle is lit, or a sunset glows red
When the first star appears on the horizon
I think of you
In a summer dress or cotton blouse,
waiting for the first spring butterfly,
to flutter above your open palms in gentle flight
To have loved you,
could anymore be said, or done?
I keep you warm in my heart,
a timeless refuge
I remember you,
when I'm lonely
Yours is the face that guards my heart
Yours is the calming voice inside my head
Yours is the love, I will never know again
T
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TAJ J TAJ
MAHAL MAHAL MAHAL
[W] MAUSOLEUM IN [U]
[O] A MARBLE SPLENDOUR [N]
[N] AN EPIC IN STONE,A MARVEL [E]
[D] FOR HIS BELOVED MUMTAZ MAHAL [S]
[E] T HIS FAVOURITE AND MOST CHERISHED T [C]
[R] A QUEEN, BUILT HE,THIS NOBLE MOGHUL A [O]
J EMPEROR , A MAGNIFICENT MEMORIAL J
[O] MAHAL IN HER FOND MEMORY AFTER SHE LEFT MAHAL [H]
[F] ******* HIM SUNK IN UTTER GRIEF,WHEN SHE ******* [E]
BREATHED HER LAST, GIVING BIRTH TO THEIR FOURTEENTH CHILD [R
[T] IMMENSE WAS HIS LOVE TO IMMORTALIZE, HIS VOW [I]
[H] BEREAVEMENT'S PAIN EXUDED AS LOVE IN STONES OF MONUMENT [T]
[E] IVORY WHITE MARBLES LAPUS LAZULI,TURQUIOSES [A]
PIETRA DURA, ARTISTIC ,BEAUTY PERSONIFIED SANS ANY WONDER [G]
[W] THIS TOKEN OF DEEP LOVE FOR DARLING WIFE [E]
[O] STANDS SYMBOL OF ETERNAL LOVE TODAY RIFE
[R] ADORABLE,MAJESTIC REPOSITORY SO ROMANTIC [S]
[L] THE KING AND QUEEN LEFT BEHIND LOVE LEGACY [I]
[D] HISTORY WILL HUM THIS LOVE STORY FOREVER [T]
[E]
ON MOONLIT NIGHTS ON BOSOM OF YAMUNA RIVER,FROM PLINTH TO DOME MARBLE SHINES LIKE SILVER. IN EVERLASTING SLUMBER LAY IN TOMB THE
QUEEN WITH HER KING BESIDE, THEIR STORY IN LOVER'S HEARTS RESIDE.
LONG LIVE ETERNAL LOVE OF KING SHAH JAHAN, LONG LIVE THE TAJ !!!!!!
28th December 2016
~ For Concrete Crush Contest~
Glossary:
Pietra Dura: Inlay technique of using cut and fitted, highly polished colored stones to create images.
silent pen dehydrates thirsting for muse lost in a timeless blank block
Example of a Monoku
Silent One
24 December 2019
So young, we climbed a distant hill,
to carve a heart upon a tree.
Left in the bark, this love engraved
has aged with time, and so have we;
but can't erase the spark or thrill.
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8/3/15 For "Micropoetry" contest