Best Wants Poems
I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean terpsichore of ocean tides~
I sense and feel, yet can’t cage its wings.
Purposeful, evocative, musings unwind
When elixir of missives invigorates mind
In tears of joy glittering mother’s eyes,
Holding hand of father, an innocent smile,
Hungry bawls tearing impoverished lands,
Cheers echoing hopes of clapping hands,
Grievous calls unleashed by fate unkind,
An uneventful existence berating its grind.
Though I pretend to reign world of words
And impute resonance to songs of birds
And conjure kisses from lovelorn woes
And dare personifying feelings of stone,
I struggle in thoughts to stage my show
Striving to rhyme verses stubbornly prose
Dawdling daydreams of poetic meadows
Attributing forms to shapeless shadows
Clueless of the exit from wordless throes.
Ah! dear reader, the poet in you knows,
Much alike an eagle boundless in freedom
Flight of artistry I’m unable to control,
Passions of its symphony, I do not own,
Depth of its ocean shall remain unknown.
August 12, 2021
Why is life so difficult?
All the time I wonder,
Why I stand against lightening
But I cower from the thunder.
Lightening is life.
It’s what causes me to make a choice.
The sweet yet forceful sound
Of thunder is the sound of your voice.
When I cry my endless tears,
Why does my heart forcefully bleeds?
Why am I constantly torn
Between my wants and my needs?
I have only one want
But my needs are what I need to do.
If my needs help hold a better
Than I want to need you.
My heart says it can
Take any blow she will throw,
But can I really trust my heart?
I don’t know.
I want the sweeter things in life
But I need the bitter.
If my wants lead me to death
Then I need to be with her.
When we met- I knew it would be forever,
Those dark fathomless eyes and that deep voice;
We shared many magic moments so nice,
Such lovely walks along the beach hand in hand.
We would walk slow talking about whatever,
Oh, that special place we lay beneath a tree;
That perfect blue azure sky and gentle breeze,
And those rolling waves that caressed the sand.
This special memory is beautiful and grand,
You kissed my ruby lips, whispering sweet words;
And we were lost in our love- lulled by singing birds,
I wish, I had the power to have time freeze.
Like vines twining, growing together, so did our love,
Now, I weep at your tomb- " forever and ever my love."
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June 7, 2016
Poetry/Canzone/When The Heart Wants
Copyright Protected, ID 16-798-386-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The Color Of Love
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Sixth Place
Poem of the Day, June 9, 2016
we're in a cafe and he's unsure if he can
finish his slice of CAKE, one of those
fondant numbers and so we've made an arrangement
which will allow me to consume half of it
but then, "dad, i actually think i can finish it."
i get a message from a friend asking how are the kids today
i reply like what i make of the french revolution;
it's too early to tell
She wants to know what love is
As their evening starts
Discussions aplenty
Straight from the heart
She wants to know what love is
As they sit holding hands
Laughing and enjoying
Two in understand
She wants to know what love is
As their evening progresses
Where a glass of wine is shared
Their conversation caresses
She wants to know what love is
As their song is played
Where their delight is revealed
Their holding, displayed
She wants to know what love is
As their lips touch
Their hands in adventure
Let them roam as such
She wants to know what love is
In tender undress
Flesh to flesh
Chest to breasts
She wants to know what love is
Her inner flow
To share and join
In bonding glow
She wants to know what love is
All through the night
To be in his arms
Cuddled and right
She wants to know what love is
As she awakes the next day
Still clenched as they spoon
Their loving, says
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-7.php
I want to understand.
Make me understand.
I know you want me and dad to understand.
If you truly believe I do not love you your insain!
You're my brother.
I would do anything for you.
Dad doesnt know what to do.
Boy straitin up!
Before its to late.
I died for all the nations, because I came to die
The father wants his children home again; in case you wonder why
Because of what the first Adam did, I, the last Adam had to come
Not just to save you from your sins but to make sure the Father's will is done
The Father wants his children home again, in case you wonder why
I came in the flesh, born to a woman and dwelt among you; just to die
And now all you appreciate is the day that you think I was born
Not reverencing that it was for you that I was beaten and my flesh torn
I love you so much that I paid the price, that you, yourself could not pay
I laid down my life before mortal men that you may live to say...
The Father sent his only son to die upon a cross
That I may make it home one day and my mortal soul be not lost.
moon watched the man
wondering at his intent
man stared back without feelings
on autopilot unaware of his plight
tree gave man counsel
without effort, but always caring
oak handles grief and mourning
gives hugs
time oozed slowly into day
carrying himself until he had a glimpse of a sun
it had been a pretty night, he felt satisfied
many dying but more living
the tree watched the man sleeping
knowing sun would soon wake him
feeling he wanted a few more hours of the moon
before the man returned to his grief
My heart wants to let go
Let go of you and move on
To carry on, to go on
It wants me to quit
To stay in this relationship it's unfit
It's been so long now
I've been holding on
Staying strong for you,
for me and our love
Which is now a hopeless,
hopeless love
That commitment
entertainment
and amusement has died
Stress, sadness
and sorrow are now born
That unconditional love, care, funny
and romantic talks disappeared
and now avoidance
ignorance
and distance have grown strong
Why always in love Joy I find not?
Why always in love freedom of heart I find not?
It seems I never will find any
It is better for me to let go.
...PoeticMonwa...
Hooked, addicted to feeling this way,
Wanting for nothing more than,
The white that fades to absolute black,
Helping me understand,
All my hurt, my wants, my needs,
Painted in dark on the wall,
Painted with lines made out of pain,
From big right down to the small,
This painting of her, her eyes and lips,
Addict me to all I can see,
Addict me to everything painted in black,
She’s the ache inside all of me,
Because she is my ghost, my beautiful shadow,
She’s the one I can’t hold,
She’s my painting in black, up on my wall,
My chillingly beautiful cold.
oh deer how *****,
wimmen problems slide,
the gander wants the goose,
better seeming be tonguetied,
then let the wrong words loose,
ive tried ...n fried ...now footloose..
whats the use :( poor ol Johnson tried. 9-aug-11
The writer in me, wants you to know that she writes to just be
She seldom writes to please
Or appease
All she writes for is to be
In writing to be
She creates a space within her that allows
her to become a writer that she was meant to be
The writer in me, wants you to know that she barely writes for accreditation
She does not know much about it
Or care for it
She cares about the space in which she wants to be
In writing, she finds joy and peace
And liberation of a special kind that writers perhaps need
Writers are freedom fighters I believe now
They fight for a cause
That have no hope at all
So what is the cause I am fighting for
I still don’t know
Perhaps it will emerge in tiny bits here and there
The writer in me will find one very soon
For now, the writer in me
Just writes to be.
God wants us to be happy and to have fun.
I'm extremely grateful for all that he's done.
If you have faith in the Lord, you will be blessed.
Worshipping God will send you to Heaven when you're laid to rest.
If you want somebody to enrich your life, God will.
When he is a part of your life, there's no bigger thrill.
the wants n needs that we don't get,
are held inside with some regret,
to never quite be loved and yet,
some sweet times came my way,
as Clint said "make my day".
too subtle 4 to fretttt....
passion feeds my debt...
thanks p.d.
Don
I can live a life of modest means,
Closer to nature, that is for me,
Untie the chains that ties me to greed,
Not wants like Joneses, but my own dreams,
Date: 06/27/2019