Best Vanished Poems
Two beach chairs sit side by side, one beneath
a red umbrella. They face a sea
that curves along the shore out to
where a lone white sail now drifts
. . . where blue of sea meets sky
and land’s vanished, like
the occupants
of those two
wooden
chairs.
Written by Andrea Dietrich for
For the Poetic Art Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Categories:
vanished, nature,
Form:
Etheree
The eyes of my soul cried when we parted
violins filled my heart with shades of black
washing away musical tones we created
they have vanished and will never come back
The sad strings empty my heart's chalice
to leave a pain-filled and cracked wormwood mind
that spilled my heart's passion down an abyss
to hear the saddest music I can find
The violin brings heartache and misery
where my wretched emotions are prolonged
from the image of her face that haunts me
on a journey of sadness that is long
Categories:
vanished, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
When you pour out your soul,
words so fully drowning the page,
Then your thumb hugs delete,
your mind filling with rage.
Eloquently written, to be deemed
"one of your best"
So you summon the growth which
lays the pen down to rest.
It spoke as it tumbled in description
so vivid,
With a press of a key, page left blank,
stark & rigid.
A grin does appear from one side to
the other,
As being present has gifted the knowledge of power.
Power to know that it is all for said
reason,
For I am a poet whom can scribe
in each season.
-H.
Categories:
vanished, appreciation, conflict, dedication, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
I met ANGIE in a bar where grief drank quiet,
where HONKY TONK WOMEN spilled perfume and regret.
She moved like WILD HORSES with nowhere left to run—
said, “I’m safer UNDER MY THUMB than out in the open.”
She kissed like a dare and left like smoke.
On RUBY TUESDAY, she vanished into rain,
murmuring, “YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT,”
and I didn’t even try to stop her.
She used to laugh when we lost at TUMBLIN DICE,
but the last time she smiled, she was already gone.
I tried to PAINT IT BLACK, but some songs keep bleeding.
The Rolling Stones still hum behind my ribs.
Every track she touched skips now—
her chorus etched in static.
She didn’t take her coat,
just the part of me that knew how to stay warm.
Categories:
vanished, crush, dance, fate, flower,
Form:
Free verse
VANISHED
We are the echoing voices crying within the darkness,
Melting mists of vapor co-existing amongst the living,
The ambling drifters shifting between reality and limbo,
The vanished.
Displacement malfunction, the frozen chill in one’s space,
Happening without explanation, the corporal spirit sliding
In the temporal rift as if a doorway has opened then closes
With sudden forces slamming,
The vanished.
Running at full sails speed the ghostly ship hanging on the
Distant horizons cresting wave, the Bermuda Triangles curious
Answer, never revealed, a planes broadcasting its S.O.S. then
Nothing except statics silence, the walkers of historical significance,
Never heard from again except in dusty monologue’s ancient text,
The vanished.
Rebukes despised disposed by hatred lies of malice, the forgotten,
Yet we touch the living by the night’s lunar light, angers tortured
Languishing amidst the flames of hell’s fire, crying out for justice
But receiving only torment, silences footsteps heard amongst the
The land of the living,
The vanished.
Sacrifice’s vanished foe, given to the idle gods of the past,
Manipulations fallen solider who gave his life for what
He believed was a justified cause, the lost soul of the
Innocent that does not realize he lies in the kingdom
Of the diseased,
The vanished.
The crumbling ruined city, with its lingering residences,
Still haunting the abandon streets and venues of the past,
Do to tragedies misguidance, or alliances bomb shelled fortress
Torn apart and left to molten ash, these shadows of innocence
Remain, behold
The vanished.
The dead man’s sleep walker, emerging from his cryptic
Tomb, suddenly realizing it’s survived the end of the world,
But now he’s all alone, in isolations one celled chamber,
As the human ash cloud descends upon the last ma
On earth falls to his knees and screams out loud, why,
Dear God, why
The vanished.
Listen to the voices carried upon the wind,
It is the vanquished seeking answers without
Replies response, the weeping victims of time
Bang against our shutters windows, and knock
At the front doors of our souls, they will not
Be ignored,
Those vanished.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
vanished, adventure, history, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
The clouds pass silently above
On their way to infinity;
Sojourners drifting in the sky;
Compliantly acquiescent
to whims of dominating winds.
Our paths to perpetuity
are like those hovering above:
Short time stays in this dimension
crammed with egregious egotism;
Marvel at insignificance
as though it were significant.
Our egos pass, notwithstanding,
into amnesic nothingness.
Categories:
vanished, character,
Form:
Verse
ONE DAY I SAW YOU SMILING INTO THE SUN LOOKING SO PEACEFUL.
WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD WITH NO WORRIES IN YOUR HEART.
I WAS STANDING IN YOUR PRESENCE HOLDING YOUR HAND WITH NO ONE KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT WAS AHEAD OF ME.
THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU VANISHED FROM MY SIGHT YOU SLIPPED AWAY FROM ME LIKE SAND FROM MY HAND.
THE WORLD SEEMED TO STOP WHEN YOU SLIPPED AWAY FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH.
THE TEARS BEGAN TO SUDDENLY FLOW FROM MY EYES HOW COULD THIS BE I WAS JUST IN YOUR PRESENCE.
I TRULY MISS YOU BUT I HOPE ONE DAY WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN.
I HOPE ONE DAY WE CAN GREET EACH OTHER IN THE AFTERLIFE.
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN I WILL KEEP YOU IN MY HEART I WILL KEEP YOU CLOSE TO ME.
I HOPE THAT ONE DAY WE CAN BE AT PEACE WITH ONE ANOTHER.
WE WERE WALKING IN THE RAINBOWS AND WE WERE LOVING THE SIGHT
Categories:
vanished, beautiful, dedication, day, world,
Form:
Personification
Your words are sad they say
Your heart cant simply feel that way
Way to broken to repair these days
Way to hurt to ever return
Return to the days of joy and tears
Return to the people who left her there
There in the cold to fend for herself
There all alone to love her siblings
Sibling became her kids
Siblings she took ownership
Ownership of the beautiful lives
Ownership of adult life
Life where she watched her “kids” grow
Life where she chose to grow on her own
Own accord
Own life skills
Skills she learned by herself
Skills she taught them as well
Well as she could being seven
Well as she could not knowing how
How to be a mom
How to replace her parents
Parents who divorced
Parents who started a war
War between houses
War with kids in-between
In-between the lies they told
In-between the love they chose
Chose chaos
Chose to split
Split the holidays in two
Split the houses completely
Completely shocked she became
Completely scared she proclaimed
Proclaimed they loved her
Proclaimed it was the best
Best was all she gave to her “kids” now
Best was what she wanted
Wanted them to be happy at her own cost
Wanted them to see all she did
Did it hurt?
Did he say good bye
Good bye’s never happen
Good bye’s make it worse
Worse to wake up to dads stuff gone
Worse to realize love had vanished
Vanished into the night as he
Vanishes into the night as she held her “kids” tight
Away
Tight
Categories:
vanished, brother, divorce, children, sister,
Form:
Blitz
Grandma's misty blue eyes sparkled
A small smile lingered on her tiny soft lips
When I seated on her sapphire blue satin bed
Her powdery blue boudoir always wove magic
Like snow and sky romancing behind netted curtains
My decade old eyes were arrested by
Her sapphire glittering on her finger
It seemed nothing less a robin's blue egg
Her dainty fingers in slow motion
Clicked her casket open like abracadabra.
My excited spirits surged with her treasures
Was sure they must have been
Stolen from Aladdin's cave
She clasped her dozens of stringed solitaires
Like lighted stars around my blue veined neck
Her matching tiara on my head was pinned
She slowly took off her solid turquoise ocean
From her finger and kept it in my hands
She kissed me whispering it was mine
But I would have to grow up first
We shared many beautiful days
Slowly granny was becoming weaker
Dreams turned into nightmares
My granny was not responding
The whole large family laid her to rest
Granny and her world of treasures
Vanished into the blue
January 13, 2016
Contest: Into The Blue
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Categories:
vanished, blue, granddaughter, grandmother, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Vanished Like Mist
Now I wonder, ponder, persuade the mind to wander in an abyss of what may be
Plowed and clawed then probed to find a reason for frenetic rumblings within me
As time passed unabated, skin hides pain beneath waves of what these eyes see
The heart trembled: is myopia or enmity reason why I have not found Amy Lee?
Love is not a game man coerces into submission then drags its spirit underwater
Auguring, kneeling, begging will not make it acquiescent to what one may prefer
Precious memories evoked by the hungry heart impalpably depart and disappear
What remains are remnants, reminders of the haunting past...that I had lost her
06/17/2023
Vision of the Seas
Cruising towards Hamilton, Bermuda
Categories:
vanished, absence, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
There he sat trembling, cowering in fright,
Twilight's pall submerging shadowy form;
His green eyes distinctive, piercing the night,
Body arching with each drop of the storm.
My wife signaled me: "Let's help keep him warm."
She scooped him up, took him to our small dorm.
Cats like to drink milk; he lapped up his bowl.
Contentedly purring, stretching out s-l-o-w,
The milk and the warmth restoring his soul.
Smiling peacefully, our hearts aglow,
We turned in for the evening, lights down low---
Our house guest all snuggly, from head to toe.
Came the morn, bad news perched at our front door,
The cat had vanished, no trace anywhere;
Left us there crying, heartsick and heartsore.
My wife looked at me: "It's too much to bear!"
She fell to her knees, voice soft and so fair:
"If it's all meant to be, why should I care?"
Then as we gave up our last ounce of hope,
In pranced the cat with a mate: He'd eloped!
February 16, 2018
Categories:
vanished, cat, hope, loss, urban,
Form:
Sonnet
On caparisoned, filleted camels do they
Over the great, soft, tawny sands
Ride;
Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them,
In the very midst of them-
Of they, who astride great tan camels,
Seem rather scandent and saltant.
These are the irregular, well-armed cavalry of the
"Men In Ambush," for such is the literal translation of their
Nation's cognomen;
And on the sands of the undulant, granular, eminent
Near-Judean wilderness do they ride.
Photographing these from atop the vespertine-hued
Summit of a delivery truck from the nearby
Eminent, circumvallatory, hilly
And fortressed city;
From the very roof of an antiquated bread truck
(Though 'twas then very new by the standards of those bygone days)
Whose radiator is soon to vaporously explode
Amid the oppressive, anhydrous desert heat,
Photographs an American, hatted in the whitest
Of Panama hats, who is a correspondent reporting of wars.
The Arab cavalry ride for locales
Damascene, in order to pursue one's kingly wish
To renew the gardens Cordovan and long-vanished.
Categories:
vanished, adventure, allusion, analogy, anger,
Form:
A gold carriage
sped me away
one happy day-
the world to see.
Now vanished is
youth’s luxury.
Ahead of me,
a pumpkin waits.
Written Aug. 6, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich
for nette onclaud's RIDE ON A PATHYA VA Poetry Contest
Theme: Carriage
Categories:
vanished, youth,
Form:
Verse
I planned a trip to take me back to yore
to find the loving days of long ago,
back home to all the friends we used to know
and the familiar sweetness of before.
But there are none that we knew anymore,
they've slipped away, the ones whom we loved so
and not one thing from those loved years to show
I sit alone beside the ocean's roar.
All vanished with you when you went away
those sunny, merry, loving days of old,
the happiness of youth's not meant to stay.
My dearest love, since God took you that day,
no loving arms are here now to enfold.
He took the sunshine, all my skies are gray.
Categories:
vanished, longing, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
In the wee hours of a silent night
In my sleep I dreamt a dream
A lovely delightful dream
That took me to the land of love
In my dream I saw my prince
His contours aflame with sparks of fire
His eyes dewy with love
His lips quivering for a passionate kiss
But the cruel dawn came down
Sounding bugles across the hazy sky
Spreading thick veils of separation
And tore his face from mine
Come, Oh Night! Come once again
Driven in the chariot of darkness
And bring him to the shelter of my arms
To wrap him in the warmth of my caresses
To enfold him in the tangles of my tresses
When the whole world in deep sleep lies
Let me once more be blessed
With the dream of my heart’s delight
And be lost in that magic spell
Of his enchanting, electric presence
Which in the height of my passion
Was sullied by the light of dawn!
August.7.2022
~Placed Fifth~
As I Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
vanished, cute love, fantasy, night,
Form:
Free verse