Best Weightless Poems
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an echo cannot be captured
( because the vibrating sound will softly emerge )
as the melody within begins to build,
waves become wild
and while each breath continues to bounce
between heaven and earth -
there’s a longing to be completely covered
in a whirlwind of wet wonder
and drown in desire
- to be
beyond breathless
and embrace every
weightless wave
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a soft passionate scribble
~ drifting in dewy moments ~
Weightless, Penniless, Timeless Without Score
Death had spoken thus; I see you still deny,
Abides grim darkness in you, 'til bye the bye,
Weightless, penniless, timeless without score
Last gasp is endless, it echoes no more;
Fields of waving grain, stroke whispering winds
splashing murmurs of why human life ends
As if such sounds could retrieve human life,
And mortal coil could exist without strife,
Would need of this my black hand ever be
To release the horror resting in thee,
Death then took leave, promising to return
To gift me one last touch each man must earn!
I watched its dancing shadow far away flee.
Pondering what great evil rests within me.
Robert J. Lindley,
March 19th, 2015
Sonnet, ( A Late Night Conversation ) ( Words composed after reading Poe )
after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (also sometimes called “Daffodils”) by William Wordsworth
I wandered weightless as a feather,
a muted plume from mourning dove.
A tuft afloat in breezy weather
connected now to skies above;
as long as winds will carry me
from over fields and out to sea.
My glad esprit more free than birds,
detached from mortal needs I fly,
where spirits long to share their words
among the songs in clouds, I sigh...
for Earth was never this composed,
this high I travel unopposed.
Oh, cumulus! A meadow white,
I feel at home atop its waves
illuminant, in purest light.
Mid savored heights my mem’ry saves
inertia of the clover green
and shiver of the water’s sheen.
Such riches now I do enjoy
in solitude away from fray.
I'm free from living once so coy;
in spirits’ realm I long to stay,
for then, myself I will fulfill
with gild as gold as daffodil.
If only I could give this world my best,
harbored in this port of call of restless
desires deep inside a ship in raging foam,
I’d find a way to make my way back home.
Digging deep into my sleep and slumber,
never more would I ignore the wonder
of sunrise colors painted on the sky,
or seeing your perfection through these eyes.
Peering past tomorrow’s whispering Titans calls,
to hear the ring of angels sing for all
lifting you above the dew and dreary,
weightless and devoid of feeling weary.
To pass God’s gift from underserving lips,
to stranger, lover, friend, who may begin
finding solace, meaning, that does prevail,
would fill my cup and lift me up in sails.
If only I could give to you my best,
I’d pray that every day brings happiness
to you and those who love you like a rose,
the scent of all your goodness, I suppose.
Prospects lie on a weightless list,
Birds mocking fire makes a tasteless twist,
To lie, to mock and to play with fire,
Leads sin to a fate buried under a tire,
With a switch of a thought and a lift of a hand,
You could of moved without weightless stand,
Fore your faithless touch and a breath so cold,
Is a breath to late for the dead stone cold.
Gone long
Missed more
Come back
With me
Life's good
So come
Your weak
Like me
Be together
Just us
Gone long
Even forever
Return love
Keep it
Give it
Return it
Cold hands
I miss
Im warm
So come
To me
Im warm
Your gone
No purpose
No happiness
No fun
Come back
My sunshine
Hazel eyed
Beautiful friend
Its cold
Without you
Cant smile
No reason
I'll save
My smiles
For you
So come
Back love
Missed you
A lot
Im happy
Thank you
Im light
Once more
Im weightless
Thank you
Thank you
By Nicholas Bello
those beaten eyes glazed with a film
of bitter almond
shakily receiving her post partum reward
of a broken thyroid and a lumpy lack of form
once upon a time she lived
a lighter life
‘til procreation drubbed her good
these days she’s flesh in a black bag
of tightly straining clothes
mother-love keeps her upright
dead on her feet several months ago
but no-one’s noticed she’s gone off
under the wafts of the morning bacon
was that a giggle or a sob
or perhaps both, for things past
caring she is but it won’t help her now
as the hormones take a dive
and psychiatry pricks up its ears
still her occult self eludes her
skips laughing through months of therapy
peeps out behind the tumble dryer
to whisper “take the pills”
they want to help, they cannot help
those people who mean well
there is no holding dock
for deadweight mum
she sails away with breakfast things left clean
performs a joyful whale-dive, drifts
unseen
©C Watkins All rights reserved.
I willingly pay a hard-earned fortune
just to lose excess
weight.
Many others have the misfortune
of having nothing
to eat.
clear vision of motion
turning to the morning sun
flashing images dark light
shifting shuttered scenes
softly smoothed silhouettes
inhaled with every breath
tips quietly chatter
ironing irregularities
shadows cast flickering sights
lazy s spewing frozen wake
torque tilted opposing weight
sharp edges holding rhythms
frames of scrolled nature
securely extended stretched torso
freedoms eager escape
embracing crystal harmony
floating upward un-weighted
body ballet of splendid spirits
momentarily air independent
a denizen of winged flight
trying to stay trim
lost little boy
dragging to the gym
going on a limb
can’t find the joy?
make your song a hymn
before your days get dark and grim
lift that weight praising Him
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A Tercou: 5a:4b:5a 5a:4b:5a 8a:6a
Love,new love
floats on air,
thermals of desire
fuel
passion's flght;
off the wall,
out of this world,
drifting
together without
a care;
kissing,
missing minutes
become hours,
one dream becomes
another.
Inspired an image from
Chagall painting The
Birthday
You lift my soul and carry my bones
This is the lightest body I’ve ever owned
Learning to live for one, but love for two
It’s all a new story with you.
Feelings of fear surrounded my heart,
Broke my fall, turned love on pause.
I know I’ll love you one day,
But I’m not too sure what that means.
Though these feelings I feel for you, run to the deepest parts of the sea.
Run little girl;
run until your lungs give out
and your legs scream for an end,
and then keep running.
Life is a race, little one,
and if you run fast enough
you just might win.
But be careful;
there are obstacles
ready to be thrown in your way,
and sometimes the cars refuse to merge.
It's hard sometimes
to keep going
- I know it is -
but trust me,
just keep running
and it'll get easier:
you'll get stronger
and sooner or later
your lungs will expand
and your legs will numb
and your body will
rise up and down
with the buoyancy of ease
and become weightless.
So run little girl;
run until your legs turn strong
and your lungs don't burn as brightly.
Run until the pavement
and the heat
and the exhaustion disappear
and you're simply floating on air.
Run until your body goes numb
and all you feel is the splendid
natural high of endorphins
fighting the pain.
They told me to stop running
- silly doctors -
they worry that my body can't take it.
What they will never understand
is that my body needs this:
I need this
because it stops the pain.
I run to feel
and not to feel.
I run to escape
because life seems so much simpler
when it's just you and the road
and a pair of worn out sneakers.
I run because it's the only thing
I know how to do anymore.
I run because,
if I didn't,
I'd be running on the inside anyways,
and I might as well get somewhere.
So run little girl;
run because it heals your wounds.
Run because it's the only thing
you're good at.
Run because eventually
you'll get stronger,
and one day
you'll be able to breathe again.
Lemon rind smile
and three winks to the moon
brings us right here
where we stand today
On the ocean floor
with flowing hair
and salty eyes
watching the fish watch us
in wonderment and brine
And we hold hands still.
Bubbles blowing up
into the light catching blue sky
and jellyfish stings in it's skin
And I'm watching you
with the sleepy peace
that the green undercurrents
of cool water bring
Perhaps we will stand
on weightless feet forever
Perhaps that's what love is.
I watch as you pinch
the tail of a yellow tang
pointy nose and big eye glance
of shyness in your direction
Never a peace like water affords
was found before the bliss of love
Not being "in love".
Not the new, heart gruelling
territorial mapping
foot stomping
dancing in moon tears
while you fly with undisclosed wings
type of love,
but solid, grounded,
swim to the depths of despair
and meet me there
to smooth my hair
and break my fall
type of love.
Three winks to the moon
and a lemon rind smile get you there.
Bitter taste in a kiss
with no thought to ever leaving.
You are my ocean
and I am the salt which makes you buoyant and free
Perhaps that's what love is.
WEIGHTLESS
More often than not, you clutch tightly,
The very things that weigh you down;
Beliefs, suppositions, fears and so much doubt,
You line the lie of being emancipated,
When in actual fact, freedom is alien to you.
You define yourself by others' standards,
Struggle to fit in, when the simple truth is,
Every individual created is a blueprint,
A unique creation, with quirts and kinks,
That makes you who you really are.
You fail to look up, turn to the creator,
Ignore the consult of the compendium,
To a discovery of one's true self,
Instead of the falsity of a likeness,
Imitate, forgetting there exist no facsimiles.
ME is an opportunity to introduce to the world,
Your beliefs and all that makes you distinct,
a chance to stand out and not be defined,
By standards of what right is, or by anyone else.
Defy norms: An existence outside the box
Be as light as a feather, Be you
Knowing there's only this one life to live
To live it full, live it well, live it free, live it good
And look back decades from now with nary a regret
For you have lived................WEIGHTLESS