Best Tue Poems
~Bacia E Respira~
il mio respiro galleggia
su una brezza
baciare le tue labbra
sentire la mia essenza
mescolare con il tuo
così possiamo essere uno
ispirato dalle tue parole
accetta il mio bacio e respira
~Kiss And Breathe~
my breath floats
on a breeze
to kiss your lips
feel my essence
mix with yours
so we can be one
inspired by your words
accept my kiss and breathe
Tue Apr 05, 2011 11:51 pm
Forest Morning Camping Relief
Tall oak tree with mighty arms reaching up
early morn darkness breaks with gentle ease
Nature explodes overflowing its earthy cup
awakening all even the sleepy 'ole trees
Birds chirping well before this silent dawn
small critters creeping all about
To the beauty of this one must be drawn
flowing stream filled with colorful rainbow trout
Sun's early rays tingle my morning thirst
gather the wood while looking around
A breakfast fire and dark, hot coffee first
Later exploration of this unknown forested ground
Day is over , the Sun rests just over the hills
a journey of all nature's treasures taken
Happily found with nature lover's surprising thrills
Precious memories gathered , joys never forsaken
Weekend camping now a done deed
plans for another long forested trek
Pondered to simply sow the seed
Of relief from life's exhausting little wreck....--Robert Lindley
Force Within
Date: Tue, Dec 1 2015 at 7:10 PM
I lost my lil Brother to the *Violence"
An my First Cousin to the streets *Environment"
Got a Cousin doing Three Counts of "Life"
So I'm using Three Times the "Might"
To Climb Mountain "Heights"
With Three Times the "Strife"
An Four Times the *Hype"
That *Excites"
My "Motivation"
That Strikes my "Acceleration"
Focus is the word my Father always "Incinerated"
So Focus is always in my Mind "Condensating"
It Heightens my "Concentration"
Lost my Best Friend from Gang "Retaliations"
I'm still here so Redemption is mine for "Undertaking"
I'm A Aries & "Taurus"
On @ "Voyage"
My Cusp Of Power I'm "Absorbing"
My Success I will "Torrent" with "Torments"
And All Contestants I'm "Ignoring"
They All Challengers to the "Victorious"
Around me The Solar System "Orbits"
That keeps "Orbiting"
I bring Light in the Insight in my "Thesaurus"
My Spirit starts A "Metamorphous" with a "Metamorphosis"
My Spirit "Transforming" & "Evolving"
A "Trinity" inside me "Revolving"
So many haters it's "Caution" in the "Wind"
"Exalting" my shots with God in the "Gym"
They all Net now they don't Talk to the "Rim"
This Star Wars the Force is "Within"
Terrorized
Abused and vaporized
The two village clocks
Point their hands at me
While I spiral down an empty well
Nauseous and waiting to burst
I point my eyes upwards
Into the blackness
Where is that candle
That flashlight
That hint of bright
Everyone talks about
When does one reach the end
Like they say
Of the road
Long overdue
And not a hint of midnight yet
I release one more primal scream
Beg the dream walker to leave my eyes shut
He neither cooperates or cares
Life is neither a gift or a blessing
It’s a treacherous climb
Up a glass wall
Followed by an inevitable downward slide
I breathe
The fowl air of the rooster’s call
Another early morning rise
And still
not even a shine.
Tue Feb 25 2020
Outside Looking In
Date: Tue, Dec 1 2015 at 4:21 PM
God is Love I see why Love his Son "Desires"
I'll build a Castle just for my Queen to look at our "Empire"
I just wanted to Ignite her "Fire"
But it seems like I'm falling like the Twin "Towers"
The Mind & A Man's hands is his "Power"
Seems like everything that's sweet turn "Sour"
An Thorns Blossom out the "Flowers"
Like Lucifer inside me is "Instruments"
My Heart "Rhythms"
An Music flows in me like an Music "Class"
I'm Heavens Poet playing my Flute in my "Craft"
I always leave behind my "Autograph"
To leave my mark on every "Path"
A Man with "Emotions"
Inside you don't see the Sea or "Ocean"
The Volcano in my heart "Exploding"
The Fire in my Eyes that's "Glowing"
I know I'm A Worthy "Opponent"
Got the Gift Of Gab of being "Outspoken"
I listen to the waves inside "Roaring"
The Storm inside keeps "Growing"
Tsunamis, Tornadoes, & "Hurricanes" "Inside"
Listening to the Roaring "Tides"
Gives me a Peace of "Mind"
The Rain drops from my eyes is the "Pain"
Everyday ain't Sunny so it has to "Rain"
Look how far I "Became"
Can't stop till the Operas "Over"
I write my Symphonies to release my "Horror"
An to release my "Aura"
To let my Energy "Hover"
Take Notes out the Music inside to let you all hear my "Music"
I tell tales that are not "Illusions"
These are Tarot Cards that "Illumine"
That I levitate an Use Them
I'm in the Flesh but I'm not "Human"
I'm "Divine" Created by the God in the "Sky"
Thankful to be "I"
Waiting on Revelations to Unmask my "Disguise"
Surprise
I'm a Angel but being an Angel gives me to Type of "Pride"
But I'm Gracious to be chosen to Spread my "Wings"
No High "Esteem"
Just "Humbleness"
I stay Humble in the Glory given from HIM in "Bliss"
I praise God that you are my owner, trainer, friend...
who always appreciates my loving loyalty as I experience such
from you, since you live out your faith and practice the Bible verse
"A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast.”
Bear with my nervousness through my whining
as I prepare for my “Thanksgiving Speech”
in the scheduled Animal Welfare Society Convention
where you and your household will be honored as
this year’s distinguished foster family for dogs.
Though we have an obvious language barrier,
you always make a way to understand me,
as well as to show me how to comprehend you,
through your sensitive and sensible dealings
moved with care and love, along with prudence.
How blessed am I to have you and your family
adopting me, making me a part of your home.
So delighted was I the first time I heard you
calling me “Aleli” with joyful affection
asserting that as my precious name
with my special identity as a canine "Aspin"*.
Aside from providing for my needs, including my wants,
like my pretty accessories and toys of all sorts
you even pray for me, and let me witness your
Bible studies and fellowships, I proudly guard.
Well, I hope to organize such with fellow dogs…
as long as your discernment favors it.
What more can I ask? Please be patient
with me and my quirks.
Again, thanks so much; and yes,
I just learned that you did your best
to give my sibling a decent burial
after you found him abandoned.
I rejoice with you in today’s tribute
for you and your family.
May you continually
“regard the life of your beast”**
by God’s grace. Amen!
*Aspin in our country is short for “Asong Pinoy” which means Filipino dog.
**Proverbs 12:10 A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast...
Prose poetry in Personification
August 4, 2018
oetrysoup@poetrysoup.com
Tue, Mar 25, 2025; 10:51 AM
Dear Beata,
Congratulations, this is just a quick notice to let you know that your poem I Am a Blessed Dog is a PoetrySoup Premiere Contest winner for contest: This Is What I Call A Loyal Love .
Thanks again for entering a Premiere Contest and congratulations.
Sincerely,
PoetrySoup
Your future dreams
Empty paper in your hands
Disguised as desire
Your words written in silence
Until the last sunlight vanishes
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Deine Zukunftsträume
Leeres Papier in deinen Händen
Als Wunsch verkleidet
Deine Worte in Stille geschrieben
Bis das letzte Sonnenlicht verlöscht
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Seus somnis per al futur
Blanc de paper a les seves mans
Disfressat com un anhel
Les teves paraules escrites en silenci
Fins a la llum del sol extingit
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I tui sogni per il futuro
Foglio bianco nelle tui mani
Travestito da un desiderio
Le tue parole scritte nel silensio
Fino al quando il sole si spegne ultimo
Note: The Catalán version is for Ruben and the Italian one for Lisa-Marie and Charma
Look into my Eyes
Date: Tue, Dec 29 2015 at 11:07 PM
Ever have Dreams of Death???
Where Ya Soul try to leave Ya Flesh?
No Or Yes?
It's not just A Heart that's Endowed in the Chest
Can you really see what's Scary Truth in the Eyes Windows
When you look in the Eye the Soul Reflects
I can see What you can't hide or Protect
I see What's Project
That's the Gift of being a Indigo
Child who's Aura Violet Spiritual
In the State of Physical
It's seems to be Mystical
Or Mythical
Being this Kind of Being° Individual
Attacked by Demons
Also the tries of Mind Control from the Being of Evil Medieval
But I Grind my way out like Evel knievel
What's I'm saying is the Dark Entities
Force of trying to Submit Dark Energy
Mentally
In the Psych Wickedly
An Idle mind is the devils playground
Walked through hells Town
Where its Fire & Lava on the Ground
Red Pradas on his Feet an a Gown & Crown
Spiritual Warfare
Where the Spirits Snare
Only With God you can Bear
Walked through Darkness with a Flare
But the Light was always There
I Cherish the Gifts & my Flaws
Managed to get up after Every Fall
I feel Alien and Why Is That?
It's just something weird to Abstract!!!
But I love God and Jesus
Believe it!!!
I Mean it!!
I even prayed for the Demons!!!
To Change them who are Devious
I can't be the only one who has prayed for Satan!
But sometimes I'm stuck in Meditation
Can't come to turns with Realization
Of what I'm Facing!!
Stressing myself out because of my Fallen Sisters & Brothers
Fighting against their brother in their Hateful Structure
I get tired at times!!!!
Wish I could show you with my Eyes
What I have seen through Times
It's hard to Describe
But what I feel is Surreal
But it's Real
Chills
That I Feel
I know I'm judged because of God
But that won't stop me from being Odd
Why be Even?
I have my Reasons
If I gave you my shoes you would give them Back
I wouldn't trade them for the richest treasures
Or Pleasures
Knitted back my Feathers
For my Wings to be back Attached
I guess I have to keep listening to my Inner higher Self
To Reveal what Noone Else
Can Reveal!!!!!
My Worst Enemy
Date: Tue, Nov 3 2015 at 8:21 AM
I look in the Mirror an see that I'm not so "Pretty%
I'm Ugly sometimes I "Envy" me
At times I don't want to be "Friends" with me
At times I "Pity" me
No "Empathy" for myself "Defending" me
I drink "Whisky" while my soul "Empty"
While my head spinning like a "Frisbee"
Can't keep feeding off the negative "Energy"
Cause it has a "Chemistry"
Feeding off the "Memories" an "Miseries"
Pictures still painting in my "Imagery"
I'm my worst "Enemy"
Got a "Tendency" to thinking "Frequently"
While it aura's around my "Frequency"
It's odd life ain't fair an it will never be "Evenly"
What makes you better than me an we were made by God "Equally"
I shatter "Mirrors"
From the face "laughter" "Appearing"
Blood "Splattered" on my Knuckles while my skin "Tearing"
Eyes "tearless" while I'm "leering" at the mirror "Serious"
I keep punching until the other face not "Staring"
Swinging at ghosts that keep "Reappearing" an "Disappearing"
Furious an "Curious"
Eyes drenched with tears holding on to "Endearment"
Inside the heat "Blistering"
Letting the tears storm in a cup "Searing"
Then once they flare up I drink them for "Cheering"
Inside the motivation "Ear splitting"
Voices ringing in my ears not to "Give in"
You got to fight yourself an life everyday to Win "Against"
complex web of beats
when we deviate
from the accepted
norms conventions
we are alienated exiled
or even executed
she is eloquent
we kill our visionaries
misogynistic zombies
she is spread on the
wavy green grass pondering
our skin touching
biased weird perspective
perception of the ephemeral
intangible moment of love
boom bap with a bouncy twist
conceptual rhythms culminating in
abstract cerebral eruptions
aug 9 2016
tue 5,42 am
Form:
Battle of the Sexes
Date: Tue, Jan 19 2016 at 1:14 PM
He's not just Battling her Mind, Heart, but Spirit
Her Heart & Mind, and Soul to Triggering
If there's any Conflictions, Afflictions, To Endearing
Her Soul, Heart & Mind to Cheer Within
Through Her Flaws & Blemishes
To Love her Unconditioned
To Listen
More than Talking to Offering Apprenticeship
Fulfilling her Heart, Soul, & Mind Wishes
Of Love Continuous
In One with God as The Union in Unison Blending
As One in this Chemist Mixing
to An Ingredient Sufficient
Through Differences
Through this Love Commission
Stimulating
Motivating
Insinuating
Amazement
For her Beauty Radiating
Within her Heart Generating
And Soul Illuminating
Her Mind Designated
Through Trials & Tribulations
Temptations
Frustrations
Satan
And Treacherous Persuasions
For the Love to Be Undertaken
By the Satanist
Patience
And Being Patient
Through the Storms Facing
HAND in Hand Consolidated
Being Gracious
In the Love that Was Formulated
Respecting Her Mind, Soul, Body
Being Truthful in Honesty
Even if it's through Poverty
In this Wicked Economy
Two Anamolies
Two Souls Embodied
In One Another Commonly
Pushing Her towards Greatness to Be Greater
Making Her Breathless
Bringing Life through Kisses through the Breath Or Wind
Till the Last kiss has to Be Savored
Battle of The Sexes
Ce n’est rien
Le jour que commence avec la pluie
Ce n’est rien
La nuit qui commence avec bougies
Ce n’est rien
La pluie tue tous les espoirs de la bougie, mais
Ce n’est rien
Mon amour aussi
Ce n’est rien
L'amour n'existe pas ici
La vie existe seulement comme un cadeau pour le mort
La vie est loin, la mort est proche
Et alors, Ce n’est rien
Faites-moi une place
Ou la douleur n’existe pas
Faites-moi un repas
Qui me rassasie toujours
J'ai perdu tout mon espoir
Ce n’est rien
Les mots que vous verrez sur ma tombe
Vous le savez déjà
Je ne suis rien
A poem about World War 1.
(ich totete is German for I killed)
(J’ai tue is French for I killed)
(Yellow mist refers to Mustad Gas)
Not for them
this poem of life
for the pen is full of blood.
Writing the names of yesterday
on lichen memorials
washed by the tears
Of these forgotten years.
Not for them
a sunny day
only shadows from the cross.
Hiding their faces from tomorrow.
Stored in this warehouse of silence,
kept secret by churches reverence.
Not for them
to burn this candle of innocence
their light was sold for war.
To search out death in no man’s land
for machine gun and snipers hand.
Not for them
the words of love or the gift of flowers
for only poets can pick their dreams.
No nightingales and moonlit nights
or gentle caress upon the shore.
For death is but a moment,
Inspiration dies,
with the pain in soldiers eyes.
Not for them
to sleep in peace
or to wake to mothers bread.
Only memories of a yellow mist,
for the banshees long to be kissed.
Not for them
to lie to God
to say we did not kill.
For in death they can all say
Ich tötete, J'ai tué, I killed.
We who came from Eden,
are now comrades in heaven.
Not for them
to know the future
for we see only the graves.
Let this be our peace,
less we forget the meaning of war.
And pray historians will never write again,
with a pen full of blood, this poem,
Not for them.
Fun to be with...(most of the time...)
Always on the go and rushing (am i right?)
Misunderstandings and miscommunication....(difficult to talk to)
Interesting and boring at times.....(usually tue)
Love them to death no matter what....(but maybe not like...)
Yearning to get along, but does with Difficulty.. (its really hard to me...)
this is family to me, i would be interested in anybody's opinion about family and this poem
Enjoy! -WÖLF
we are history
your shadow
covers me
the sky above
a blaze that only true love could see..
i wish i could say no regrets
and no emotional debts
..
and as we kiss goodbye
the sun sets
so we are history
the shadows cover me
a blaze only tue love could see
he wlks away
the sun goes down
he takes the day
but im almost grown
and its ok
in this shade
i try my best to dry my eyes