Best Toss Away Poems
I am a creature like others, taking for granted each breath,
making mistakes, some no amount of contrition can erase
which makes my faults no less dismal than death.
Unless by the mercy of my Creator, I am to be forgiven.
Perhaps I can best define myself as God's spark as a poet.
I am a wanderer when I write of where I've been
and in tales of woe when long ago I buried myself in sin.
I am on display revealing why I lost my wings in dreams
and why I've wept for love that faded like moon beams.
There's a timeless spiritual energy in penning such things.
I am the voice of my heart, embracing its inner goodness,
allowing it to heal through bleeding when it suffers,
and to beat like timpani drums with happiness.
Within me, poetry denies bearing a name.
It's akin to having unquestionable faith in God,
knowing His words have the power to soothe my soul.
His blessing is ever a righteous honor that I would laud.
I am the wielder of a pen. Poems die at my hands,
eyes cry for Sonnets, and every abandoned verse.
Guilt, the emotion flowing inside of me, and...
the way I feel when I fall asleep before ending a prayer.
There are parts of my flawed humanity that need repair
and the reason I fear He will not forgive my trespasses.
Do the words I toss away feel as imperfect
as I think I am in my Father's eyes?
I am the Shrew, untamed, the one who bore witness
to the sun's heartache for loving the moon.
I compose words in a magical language that tell
that life can be lived eternally in lines of script
instead of being thrown into the infernal pit of hell
or decaying in a sepulcher crypt.
I am a sword, fighting battles that should've never been.
What worth are spoils to victors if none are left standing?
With my pen I am a crack in the mirror of vanity,
or perhaps the vein of insanity that I try to keep hidden.
I am hope, trying to break the thread of reality.
I am me, trying to transcend space and time in poetry.
Feed me ink and I will write. Give me parchment and
I will fill sheafs with what emanates from inside of me
for I am a poet of love and light and poetry is my clothing.
But know that without poetry I will be found loathing.
If it's taken away from me, then bare naked I will be.
Categories:
toss away, emotions, god, how i
Form:
Free verse
Everyone would say, did you hear?
She's the one
She's too young
How irresponsible
Wearing smiles upon their faces,
pasting labels on her back
Her sullied reputation,
a newborn in her pack
How impossible
Everyone would say did you know that he has gone?
Mistakes she made, she'll be known to fail
Mistakes she made, will be known by all
Mistakes he made.......... well boys are boys
she made her bed, she had a choice
Every voice will say, oh well......
Everyone will say
Her choice, her bed, she made her hell
Who's left to blame? Her fault, her shame, her belly swells
What was his name? Well.....shame, shame, shame
She hears the words
She holds them close
She holds the babe that she will bear
She bears the babe that she'll adore
Bittersweet, was yesterday,
Regret, they say, she'll toss away
A babe she bore......she holds with pride
This motherhood, she will not fail
Who once was frail.....she'll take in stride
And motherhood, she wears it well
............................................................
5/14/15 For Deb's Contest: Tam Lin
Categories:
toss away, birth, emotions, feelings, people,
Form:
Free verse
The pieces of peace were handpicked
Picked in the heart of the night
Shredded for an aspiration
To clutch the lone torch contained by the dark
A glimpse for some unusual rank
Then comes the arrival of time
With the angst that grow by day
Comes the fast ticking of time
Hastening all; unnerved in the bay
At this moment
Love was censure by lust
In the euphoria of the game
Featured by despair and shame
The eventful spar between the dogs and the baboons
And then comes the contest of blood
The Spartans, the spectators all flood
Melancholy yet to befall
Then it begins
Passing through the span of day
Scotching rage of the sun
Little rain, little dry, little sounds of gun
But the dogs and the baboons
Tailback in fear; scowl
And little by little
Comes casting and counting
And after a little while
Anger was unshackled
Accompanied by lament
Yet, not enough raison d'être to toss away the tot and the bathing water
Then comes the voice of command
We were deprived!
It is our time!
Kill them anywhere you find them!
Rigging, rigging, rigging!
Peace was shattered
Broken into pieces
Like a bowl that fail out of safe
And pandemonium overtook all
After a little calm
Scores of guiltless essences met their Waterloo
Mostly in the cities they ad-hoc
Like those trapped for a catch
And their figures continue counting
Some unassumingly lost to the swampy woods
Searched by trained dogs and their masters
Into the depth of the swampy woods
Bled; death; covered in mud.
Categories:
toss away, political,
Form:
Light Verse
Molten rings of fire,
Encrusted spikes of hate.
Devil-haunted liar,
You'll pay at any rate.
Deceiving, horrid monster,
Crumbling burnt-out rain.
All the tales will cost her,
Never mind the pain.
Living the dying acid heat,
Crushing the putrid dove.
The smoldering heart will never beat,
If you toss away the love.
Crippled hope and crippled sin,
Entwined by that wicked lie.
Your shame besieging morbid grin,
As you watch the poor girl cry.
Categories:
toss away, life, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
~ Stay Focus ~
( Quatern )
Stay focus on Lord till reach goal
Just do it one day at a time
You will complete your task just fine
Even if from bottom you climb
Don't lose sight and never give up
Stay focus on Lord till reach goal
Do it with all your heart and soul
Keep Love,Faith, Hope, till reach dreams
Don't let them go, or toss away
Just keep them in heart, mind all time
Stay focus on Lord till reach goal
Believe in you, Gods with you
Just do it one day at a time
Do it with all your heart and soul
Believe in you, Gods with you
Stay focus on Lord till reach goal.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2018
January.12.2018
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
-What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Matthew 16:26 (NIV)
-“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain -
~Author's Notes:
The ' Quatern ' is a French poetry form or style .
Categories:
toss away, christian, faith, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
Stumbling on a bag of trash;
Set aside to toss away,
To be burned into gray ash
Or be found another day.
Set aside to toss away,
Like a cold dark memory
Or be found another day;
Recounting a great story.
Like a cold dark memory,
Relics full of history;
Recounting a great story,
Shedding doubt on mystery.
Relics full of history,
A secret to never know;
Shedding doubt on mystery,
An ancestor did bestow.
A secret to never know;
Shattered love torn in pieces,
An ancestor did bestow;
Now silently releases.
Shattered love torn in pieces,
To be burned into gray ash;
Now silently releases,
Stumbling on a bag of trash.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "Pantoum” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Paula Swanson
Aug. 10, 2011
Categories:
toss away, historydark, dark, love,
Form:
Pantoum
Kind poets die
Bitter ones come back to life
Drunken ones have no life
Sober ones write novels not poems
Married ones write of great loves
Single ones, of love lost
Funny ones toss away their poems
...... and join the circus
My cat wrote a poem for a contest
........and Won
I am a very depressed poet
........ and lost
As the eagle soars high in the clouds
……....a great hunter of poetic verse
This poet crawls towards his desk
Another day
Another terrible poem
Categories:
toss away, analogy, depression, heartbroken, introspection,
Form:
Light Verse
New Year’s Resolutions
The New Year is slowly nearing
Needing to leave the old year singing
Shouting and cheering feeling carefree
Of what the New Year will bring for me
Making charitable resolutions with caring lifestyle changes
Stick and not fail to make better life choices
Through the year acquiring good eating habits
Cutting down on eating my favorite iced doughnuts
Taking my husband’s hand and take long brisk strolls
Increase those strolls a little further each day to reach longer goals
My soul needs to share more time with my family
Making loving memorable memories and being friendly
Toss away my aging and be free
Enjoy earthly beauty
Bring in the New Year
With a glass of beer and some cheer
12/10/2015
Categories:
toss away, future, life,
Form:
Rhyme
inspired by Julio Eglesias song March 9, 2016
Composed by Joan May Donnelly Ellis
To all the men I've loved before
Who found their way to my heart's door,
I'm grateful to you,
I've learned a thing or two,
From all the men I've loved before.
To all the men I once embraced,
Whose splendid presence graced,
My home with abundance of sheer delight,
And many a romantic night,
I'm glad I gave my heart,
To all the men I've loved before.
The sea persisted in her calling,
And the temptation was so strong,
Not knowing where I was going,
Desiring the unsung song.
To all the men who sojourned with me awhile.
I remember and smile.
You were such a charming guest,
And I wish life's best,
To all the men I've loved before.
To all the men who pampered me,
With showers of admiration and luxury,
Cuddles beneath each starry night,
Sipping on wine growing giggly tight,
Such were the men I've loved before,
To all the men who held my hand,
As we travelled through Adventure Land,
Who forgave when I was cross,
Comforted when I was lost,
I shall not toss away a single gem,
Left me from these men.
In that moment when souls unite in harmony,
I've soared with bliss in places of rarity,
Tasted the nectar of sweet ecstasy,
On eternity's golden shore.
Time passes and all things change,
Circumstances force one to rearrange,
As youth evolves to maturity true,
I'm reminded of yesterdays I knew,
I will waltz until life here is through.
I won't live with regret, nor forget,
The rendezvous, au revoir
To all the men I've loved before.
Categories:
toss away, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Retribution Is Not My Dog
Retribution is not my dog
No bone- no contrition
just another child who does
not listen or pay attention
karma please let um slide
i really ain't mad ...
life has beat um down enough
please karma let um slide.
Karma excuse my soft heart.
Retribution ain't always worth
the worry that it causes.
Forgive my spiteful child.
May a mother's mind intercede.?
Spare them the painful warts.
I love them enough to ask this of you
when they hurt i hurt too,
there is no win, win situation.
Just more reaping of the whirl wind
Let that negativity that
they have set in motion
be tossed into the mighty sea.
Let the salt of forgiveness
wash, and toss away
their lies and thievery.
Karma please, on my knees
I pray forgive them all.
Spare all who have trust-passed
against my good-kind deeds.
Because I love them anyway.
and "retribution is not my dog"
.
Categories:
toss away, analogy, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
isn’t it hilarious
how it is that only tonight
both you and i have come to realize
for years this dinner table
has vastly stood between us
and all that is spread upon it
may never manage to evade the distance
or the partitions blocking me from you.
therefore, i clasp the bowls
filled with withering leaves
colored a dead green
missing their shine
the shine i once saw subsiding in your eyes
the dishes pose to be red
with schallots, carrots, tomatoes and chilli
or morelike love that often bounces of in
conversations between you and me, about other people.
the rice has forgotten how to be the white
that is supposed to break our hunger
fallen into whatever
water in the tall goblets
are wells waiting
for your throat and mine to become rivers,
staircases that shall return him to the sky
to impregnate the clouds again
the fruits long to rot
grow maggots and return to the branches
or they might be missing the knife that stabs
to take them away from the stiffling silence
amidst nonsense talk we share.
what color has yet to find its way to be a table cloth
to make this table look slimmer, to toss away the layers of conversation
drowning us like the fat on our bodies
isn’t it such a pity
how only tonight
you and i have come to realize
the fact that my hand could no longer
offer food to your mouth
nor the other way around.
Categories:
toss away, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
I hunger inside
To grow and grow forever
do I want to stay?
I hunger inside
to grow and explore all that is new
yet it means to toss away the old
my old life and old self
and embrace the new
It’s hard to let go
to finally let go of everything
to give up your old world
all of it’s treasures and turmoil
that you’ve grown comfortable within
to just let go of yourself
and walk across a bridge that you don’t know where it leads
just that it leads to God
to another version of yourself
a better version of yourself that you don’t know if you will end up enjoy being
a version you are not sure you will love better than this one
Change: a metamorphosis turning destruction into order again
It’s scary and frustrating and humbling
to see all of your flaws and mistakes and areas to improve
all laid out before yourself
all of the areas you can never travel down again
that needs to be pruned away and cut off
that you had good memories and enjoyment from
yet they are inherently flawed and destructive
leading no where good
There is this temptation to not go on
to stay where you are and enjoy the plateau
that you know will be destroyed away by a meteor in just a little while
but you want to live in your illusion
that things are good as they are
To not accept the reality verses dream of the situation
that it doesn’t operate how you wish it to be
and even though It makes sense that it can be, it won’’t conform to your ideals
I need to give all that I am to God
and just trust the process
To do the best that I can
This is my transformation
Categories:
toss away, god, introspection, jesus, philosophy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
How I love, just to create;
making things, with wire
and other old scraps.
Settling on a design,
I will make it to sell,
but my accounting’s not quite straight.
I’ll begin my project, straight
away; what I create,
I hope to sell.
I build an armature, of wire
and follow my design;
there are always many scraps.
I keep my scraps,
well managed; so that they are straight.
I have so many designs
and little time left, to create.
I love to work with wire;
earning money, when it sells.
When my creations do not sell,
I’ll deconstruct them, for scraps.
I use pliers, on the wires,
to get them straight
enough, to create
all new designs.
When other artists design,
creations they will sell;
they too, create
from old scraps.
I don’t know if they straighten
Out and reuse their wire.
I go buy and use their wire,
in my new designs.
Running out, I’ll call them, straight
away to see if, scraps, they’ll sell.
I’ll straighten out those crinkled scraps
and enjoy the act of creating.
Many artists, toss away, the wire that’s not straight.
I’m out to earn with my designs and save money on scraps.
I truly enjoy selling; earning money, with what I create.
Categories:
toss away, art, image, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Sestina
let's get irrational
let's imaginatively think
let's quotient ideas fractional
let's think up primes distinct
let's see what we can make of it
let's examine possibilities
let's toss away the parity bit
let's forgo responsibilities
let's universally go to edge
let's carry ones to tens
let's farfetched, forgo a hedge
let's do it all over again
let's raise our lives so inclined
let's jump over the tick of time
© Goode Guy 2013-12-02
maybe it's really simple math that adds up
Categories:
toss away, imagination, inspiration, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet
The Gift, Then The Complaint
Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!
This life can be so mysterious indeed
first you may refuse to stop or plead
Yet time brings its own eternal whip
a cut each little time you dare slip!
No great solace lasts more than a week
future may grant but tis' only a peek
A sight given to beg the mind to see
To climb the tallest mountain to plea!
Of course the world cries out to stop
toss away the fine broom and dirty mop
With much deeper sinister cry and hue
dire threats blast you right on cue!
Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-15-2015
Note-- No serious complaining my friends. I write poetry because
it is in my blood. Acclaim and/or pay would just be icing on the cake
were they ever to appear. I expect only to be read and if thats all-fine by me.
Categories:
toss away, addiction, age, allusion, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme