Best Washed Poems
Since you have washed over me
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Drifting on a meandering stream
where clover dance and ripples direct my thoughts
to the promises of a new day
I dream I am floating in your arms
as currents gently tug
playing solitaire in wishing hands
among glistening diamonds on the surface
I search for each desire’s realm
while my eyes wander to a place
long of sunrise sparklings
on soft apricot murmurs
Finding your fragrance on a cool wind’s whisper
my heart is drenched,
cleansed in an endless channel
of what your beauty brings to me
I rest in a shady spot among watercolor shadows
writing poetry,
penning my affections in ink traced lines,
renderings of how wonderful my life is
Since you have washed over me
leaving me breathless,
submerged far beneath dew drop shimmers,
saturated by your love
Good night Soupers
Friday, I see the wounds and bow my head
I find no peace in the life I've led
There were no victories nor battles won
Oh Father, You gave us Your only Son
Saturday, there is an ache I bear
As I hit my knees in tearful prayer
So many times I've tried and fell
Praying forgiveness, deserving Hell.
Sunday, I cry out from my man made prison
I look to the tomb, but He is Risen
I praise our Lord for this Glorious Day
For all my sins have been washed away
Some memories of silver sands,
have faded like old photographs.
But waves rush in to ponder on,
incoming tides of happiness.
Our shadows left upon the ground,
are looking for a sea-shell found,
and kites sail high upon the wind,
to take us back, just once again
We'd dig the sand, to paradise,
to build a castle to the sky
and filled our childhood fantasy
with knights, and queens, and gallentry...
Our hearts, carefree, as we were one,
with earth and sky, with wind and sun
Lone barefoot walks, along a beach,
were followed by our impressed feet
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The rugged coves, the misty air,
the windswept trees, each mystery...
can sweep me back, in time, and then,
I see it still, so very clear,...
where sky and ocean meet again
Restless eucalyptus leaves,
that scatter in the ruthless wind
can bring to me a childhood shore,
A place I left my heart and more
Gulls that circle, high above
Reminding me of days so loved
Where castles made of sand were found
Until the waves came crashing down
Today I climb the winding path
That lingers yet, in aftermath
I'm dazzled by this new day's glare,
reflected from those other years
This place I knew when summer came
Now warms my heart from winter's game
Where blooming lilacs danced a tune
And summer's end would come too soon
Heart Washed Ashore
“The sun of my reason has set.
My thoughts have set sail and
My heart was washed ashore last night.
Take me to the bottom of the ocean.
There, I will build you a sandcastle.”
I asked you to bring me something from your memories.
You brought me all the stars in the Universe;
You brought me their gleam, their glimmer.
And I, I stood there consumed by their warmth.
In that moment, I realized that you will always love me more.
I waited for the dewdrop to come home;
But you painted for me dark blue skies and thunder.
The clouds brought me to you and I stayed; I stayed
Because there was no part of me that hadn't felt the rain.
In that moment, I realized you were my comfort; my ease.
I stretched out my hand to touch that petal.
And you flooded me with peaches and flowers,
You made me believe in Orange trees and destinies;
I watched our euphoria take over my dreams.
In that moment, I realized that you were my escape.
I let myself fall asleep on your lap and heard our time tick away.
I guessed correctly then, that Time would be our antagonist.
And I must say, she played it quite well.
I couldn’t feel the scent of your laughter anymore.
In that moment, I realized that I had already lost you.
I'm sorry I let my mind strike those words out;
I hadn't realized that they were stories from another world;
I hadn't realized that I was erasing your dream.
I'm sorry I didn't even feel the heat of your fire;
I was so consumed in mine.
Think of happy places, happy people; they said.
But in all my thoughts, I saw myself with you.
You are my happiness. The period I refused to place.
You are the ink-spot that refused to wash off.
Come be my snowfall again; I promise I won’t hurt the flakes.
Our yesterdays were so beautiful. Oh yes, they were!
They've held most of our smiles and best of our memories.
Frightened at the sight of our dreams coming true
I don't want our tomorrows to meet.
So hold my hand one last time and wish me a Good Life.
Let our destinies lay buried under the shade of our Orange Tree.
18 October 2016
Words Drowned In Tears Poetry Contest
So fragile and tall,
as the big dreams that built it,
washed away by rain.
Ripples once sweet transformed into large breaking waves
Washing me away Dragging me down
miles down into the abbyss of an open ocean.
The zephyr breeze once gentle and soft
turned and whirled into hurricaine force winds.
The deep blue sea once blissed and still
became a bitter taste of sea-salt tears
Tears .. Tears that rolled over my rose -kissed cheeks
against my chest into my sleep.
Drops filled my mouth choking each heart-beat
my body immersed pulling me down
All the way down All the way down reaching the bottom
Lost far away close to the edge of no return
in sinking feeling of life and man.
Weak Struggling tired and weak
with no way out but vacant darkness
Like a wild warrior loosing the battle I fought so hard
Swimming way up both hope and loss
breaking so free into the surface. I've risen
risen above wet goose-bumped skin of murky waters
Thinking of life Forgetting death
I inhaled both cool mist and air.
Breathing numb breaths in dizzy spells I cried for help...
Eyes to the sky facing the moon
I cried again Somebody help !
Somebody find me I lonely pleaded
Somebody warm my failng soul
Somebody love me Somebody hold me
Somebody take me to a safe shore.
Almost forgetting that everybody including you
Have all been gone.
Part 2 :
And I'm still here like a small island
that is not heard and goes unseen
I'm not in waiting too proud to beg
but as a dreamer still own a dream.
I'm still believing in silver linings
at the stretched - edge of fading tides
I m still here feeling the serene beauty
that once have captured this love that hides.
Somebody find me Don't sail away
With longing arms Please Come to me
kiss these lips glowing in dusky shadows
Be that brave life-guard who sets me free.
Fiction poem
I stole the surges of the ocean and the glory of the wave,
the roiling seas as recompense for what you never gave.
And I thought that I might see you at the dock or by the bay,
and I thought that you might love me, but my words washed you away.
17 June 2016
Sins Of The World Washed Away:
The mist shrouds and floats in the valleys,
gentle wind moving it slowly.
Overcast skies, day gloomy,
bringing forth small rain drops.
Refreshing the trees,
cleansing nature
all around.
Renew.
Green.
Fresh
the air.
Moist petals.
Snails now roam.
Droplets of water,
clinging from all the leaves.
Now a rainbow does appear.
Everything seems bright and new.
All the sins of the world washed away.
Steven Beesley (c)
Double Nonet:
A double Nonet has 9 lines in the first part with 9 syllables in the first line and descending in 1 syllable for each successive line. the second part of the Nonet starts with 1 syllable in the first line and ascends to 9 syllables in the last line.
18 lines in total.
white
clean shirts
drying in
sunlight on line
washed in detergent soap by mother’s hand!
our minds nurtured by mother’s love and care,
should last lifetime,
unspoilt by
time and
wear!
‘Double Tetractys 6’ Poetry contest
Eve Roper
Syllable count 1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1 (PS)
Written 22/11/2020
composed on Photo 1
Across the snow covered hill
the shadows lay before me, still
I search for words in the sunlight
But there are none, as if it is night
Maybe another time or day,
I will have much more to say
When the snow melts to the ground...
When spring brings forth its sound...
I will sing like a bird in the tree
My music will not escape me
Maybe another time or day,
the butterfly will come along my way
Lively, fluttering, flower to flower
Then, words will flow with a rain shower
If I can catch it just in time to be,
washed free from constraint on me
Heidi Sands
3/18/23
Here on a washed away hillslope
Water brought an acorn to grope
A little clay of Georgia red
Put down a tap root and make its bed
Took years to grow in this poor soil'
But it sustained on water___toil
Soil gave what nourishment she could
But help from rain that understood
Stony soil and hard rocks below
Was hurtful when Oak tried to grow
The soil strained to give very best
Oak was draining the soul of rest
This meager soil will starve the Oak
No! This Mighty Oak only grows
Had that acorn fallen on boulder
Would have sent strong root __grown taller
This Oak became a Kingly Tree
Soil is glad to have been drained free___
Of nourishment that nurtured it
Now the rain and sun supplies pith
For soil to be greatly replenished
So Oak but prospers___soil finished
(Idea came after reading Edna St. Vincent Millay..)
Her hands were sore from carrying weights
That were heavier than her soul
She was worried about being late
To her own funeral
She prefered pretty lies
Over what was real
When she opened her eyes
She was able to heal
But she stayed asleep
And never wandered far
She was counting sheep
While you were counting scars
She was still tired
No matter how much she did rest
She wasn't wired
To pass that kind of test
She was trying to hold on
To what had already let go
She was just a pawn
In her master’s puppet show
She bit her bottom lip
And played with her blonde curls
But honey that’s just the tip
Of this iceberg of a girl
Rain poured from her brain
As though it was a cloud
The water streamed through her veins
And froze when she left the crowd
Her most positive thoughts may be darker,
Than her most negative blood.
He wrote his name on her heart in marker,
But it washed off in the flood.
That new wave of love......
has washed away my name.........
from the sand of your heart......
Dirty am I, was I until Jesus Washed Me Clean
O’ but that I have been lost
Trapped incumbent to this storm
Tattered and bathed in my own sin
until Jesus came and washed me clean
Trapped incumbent to this storm
Dirty was I now I'm cleansed
until Jesus came and washed me clean
Dirty am I, was I
Dirty was I now I'm cleansed
Tattered and bathed in my own sin
Dirty am I, was I
O’ but that I have been lost
1/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
I ran down to the brook and sat in the shade,
and dreamed of all the little things that fade...
But it all just washed away...
Down the stream from blue to grey...
I ran down to the brook and sat by the stones,
I wrote of all the places I never got to show..
But it all just washed away...
A free fall form the rocks today..
I ran down to the brook and sat in the shade,
and lost myself in plans that we made...
But it all just washed away...
Like two lost raindrops that got away..