Best Vaulted Poems
My Heart
Used
Still beats
My Heart
Low mileage
Over rocky roads
My heart
In vaulted box
Shipping included
No strings attached
Categories:
vaulted, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, horror,
Form:
Light Verse
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere you like.
No, not at my table,
No, not on my chair.
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere.
I invited you,
I opened up my home.
Oh, I changed my mind,
It is a vaulted tome.
Sit anywhere.
Come into my house,
You really are not welcome.
You are a phantom guest,
And a sadly, unwanted pest,
Yet still...
Sit anywhere.
It is a perfect place,
You should have been more proud,
Just to be invited,
And permitted, in the crowd.
Sit anywhere.
With rules and hidden spaces.
And a common thought out plan,
You do not fit, so do not sit,
“Sit anywhere”.
Categories:
vaulted, anti bullying, appreciation, cancer,
Form:
Free verse
"I will set you on my breath so YOU will become my life." Rumi
Inside this temple made of brick and clay
the many shades of your heart
are the prisms of my soul
Pinioned and shackled to your fires
we are vaulted by our own desires
two lovers breathing as one
Inhale me as you were to inhale a rose
take this stem without thorns
and press it to your bosom, LOVE*
For you are my heart
and your are my soul
pleasing you thus my only goal.
Categories:
vaulted, appreciation, inspirational love,
Form:
Free verse
When counting sheep on sleepless nights
fails to make me sleep
I count the stars in vaulted heights
that through my window peep
Then lullabies from up on high
bring my soul to rest
In dreams I fly across the sky
in slumber's peaceful quest
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Categories:
vaulted, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
My great, great Aunt had a lovely old home,
with many a wonderful story,
hidden within its walls.
A Victorian, architectural designers dream;
vaulted ceilings, full of ghosts;
where spirit voices sang of its splendor.
What I remember most, were the sparkly door knobs;
prisms reflecting the sunlight;
beautiful rainbow colors,
adorning her sitting room walls.
The animated colors of her crystalline chandelier
wove dancing shadows into the fabric.
As a small child, I reveled in that light-play;
how I loved her magical home.
Categories:
vaulted, home, house, poems, poetry,
Form:
Prose
Tears do Fall
...a sad sonnet...
My tears do fall as they cowardly crawl
To rivers of disbelief with banks of grief
My heart a slaving stall building the wall
The love I seek near windows bane belief
In distant dormant dwells my heart repels
Admits the darkness hides my tearful tides
Loves empty wells with superstitious spells
Where sorrow divides the banished brides
For a silence slaved stands a soul depraved
In a desolate domain where demons deign
A captive caved within a mind that’s mazed
Of a vaulted vain amongst a drowning drain
Will the tears bathe my final grassy grave?
As they nail and engrave will my spirit save?
May.18.2018
NO 440 ANY FORM, ANY THEME
UP TO MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
vaulted, first love, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
Lingering among the stacks
Interval of serenity, a luxury to
Borrow a world, then bring it back
Riches of printed page, once few
Are carried throughout the community
Requiring only a card to belong
Young and old both given opportunity
Lending literacy to growing minds, strong
Out of many streets, they share the room
Vaulted ideas have a place to bloom
Encyclopedias of adventures to unpack!
1/22/19
Categories:
vaulted, appreciation, books, community, together,
Form:
Acrostic
Atlantis Lives
Transformed by time/ yet held in our hearts/
The truth we seek to be revealed by those who
Travelled before our time/ with hope preserved
In tomes unread/the ancient ones did tell of precious
Dreams and values deemed a right for all that passed
this way/shall once more see what poets knew to be
held fast in living truths/the strong shall share with
those most meek/ to build a life we all hold true and
seek the path as told before/pray not repeat the
wayward way that doomed before our planet
slept/fatigued by rules that vaulted greed above
the souls of you and me….
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Tribute to Carolyn Devonshire’s book “Colonizing Atlantis, The New Earth”
A wonderfully amazing journey through time, which has me believin!
With a stunning introductory poem by our friend, James A. Fraser, The Highlander!
Titled “Atlantis”
Categories:
vaulted, inspirational
Form:
Narrative
Inside this temple made of brick and clay
the many shades of your heart
are the prisms of my soul
Pinioned and shackled to your fires
we are vaulted by our own desires
two lovers breathing as one
Outside this prison of hell stands my nemesis
buried behind its boulders I am decaying
like a rotting apple de-pitted then discarded
Bitwise assaults to my soul,
I summon courage and finally break out
of this ridged corrugated pas-a-deux.
Categories:
vaulted, analogy, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
In the heart of the blackest abyss, down,
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive
Weight, of the oceans deepest depth.
This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the
Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen
In the icy currents of the barren straights.
Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the
Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts,
From long ago, living krakens whom devour
All life, hidden within their dark domain.
In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer,
To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance,
Gives birth to the perfect storms rage,
Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging
Waters.
Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high,
For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must
Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings.
Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas,
To release the last of the ancient Leviathans.
Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men,
Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains,
To this devil of the depths cage.
From within interments vaulted keep,
Captivities living spawn from hell, is
Unshackled and released, to reek havocs
Devastation above.
An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker,
Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions,
Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic
Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike,
With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple
At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with
All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach.
As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters
Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn
Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone
Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of
Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms
Deepest depths.
For it is the beast, the true essence of evil
Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
vaulted, boat, fantasy, halloween, history,
Form:
Free verse
A tomb
So chill so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb
Diffus'd
Her warted weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun
A womb
Come bubble bubble down
In gloom the vaulted way
To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day
Profound
Black iron gargoyle's heads
Resounding deathless ringing
To hear
The swaying sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing
"TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM (eumm - eumm)
TE DEUM
(eummm) LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM (eumm - eumm)
Categories:
vaulted, death, fantasy, imagination, loss
Form:
Free verse
I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being
Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding
Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts
Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces
Gravitational pull.
A streaming particle of matter flowing in the
Mystical elemental current of my own existence,
Untethered I’ve cut the silvery threads of the
Timeless, a creature of thoughts abandonment.
A unique butterfly of distinction, flying amongst
The light waves of illusion spreading my wings
Of clarity, touching the stars in gentle graces
Movement.
In flights liberation climbing levels of enchantment,
A swaying anomaly tossed, passed between earth
And sky, a castaways silhouette lingering afloat the
Breeze of sensuality, with the heightened senses
Of pleasure ultimate recklessness, I’m at liberties
Jurisdiction beyond the touch of man.
I’ve joined the flocks of the enlightened ones,
Moths drawn to the dreaming flame, that burns
With fuel of inspirational grace.
Rippling wings transcending, behold the marvel
Of lunar beings, evolving, rising beyond the
Embankment of physical resistance,
Translucent fluttering monarchs brushing
Against the gates of God’s kingdom on high.
Flying insects of humanity, buzzing in a whispering
Chorus ushering in lyrical verses praise,
Announcing the arrival of these ascended.
Reaching through the vaulted grates of heaven,
The lord’s angel reaches out to touch these mortal
Wings of inspiration, and harken to listen, as
The Soft music loaf’s upwards, flooding the floors
Of this golden divide.
At twilights intrinsic hour of contemplation these
Dreaming beings of enlightenment drift as floating
Confetti ever lightly descending, cascading into
Their mortal fleshes vessels beneath, leaving the
Realm behind, but oh what visions of inspiration
Have these butterflies of remembrance relate,
In poetic excellence, cannot be captured
Within the nets of mankind.
I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being
Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding
Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts
Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces
Gravitational pull.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
vaulted, adventure, beauty, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Soft, still, the silence heaves
I inhale, the Spirit breathes;
Flowing, growing Christ bestowing
Life and strength surpassing knowing.
Scented, soothing, respiration
Taking in His inspiration;
Filling, feeling Christ exalted
Love and Grace supremely vaulted.
Sure, secure the Spirit wind
Where flows the Sovereign;
God revealing Christ resplendent
Hope and purpose codependent.
When He breathes upon the morn
Hope has dawned and life is born;
He my all in all shall be
From now unto eternity.
Job 33:4
Categories:
vaulted, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Alliteration
Cloistered in this cavern where chandeliers hang crystalline
Adorning the vaulted ceilings to which
Varicolored stalagmites have so slowly climbed - I find
Exquisiteness etched by time -
Seclusion's serenity.
For Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Poem no11' Poetry Contest
Categories:
vaulted, nature, solitude,
Form:
Acrostic
Hall of Silent Women
in valhala
in a far corner
of this martial paradise
is one small unobtrusive hall
above the heavy iron door
these words are faintly inscribed
“ the war department
regrets to inform you
that your son……
has been killed
in action, in defence of……”
women
silent
row upon row
straight backed, tight lipped, blank eyed
their amputated anger melting hearts
while words swift shot pierces soul
women
from life first stirrings
through vaulted cave to clapboard ranch
crouched sweating over birthing pit
to numbed white linen labour
in their pain and joy shudders steel shod feet
march through the womb.
women
ancient cauldrons
endless source of armoury
kept tongueless
then given tongue to teach
man made words
toy soldiers bleed rust.
in valhala
indeed in every martial paradise
there is one small unobtrusive hall
above the heavy door
words are faintly inscribed…
Categories:
vaulted, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse