Best Wishful Poems
Tossing on my rocking chair,
In pitch sable dark of the night,
Where no stars shimmer in the sky,
Waiting for the early morning light.
The bay window is clean, with a wide scene.
Would the day reveal a land with woods so green?
Occasionally the moon penetrates
The heavy rainy murky clouds,
As moonbeams glimmer over oceans.
Happy the dead dispersed of crowds,
For behind lay a cemetery full of snow,
The North wind will never stop its blow.
I was left alone in the spectral scene.
Alas lonely and abandoned by all;
Or do I see a faint silhouette on a moonbeam
Gliding onwards toward Autumn and Fall?
Ah I cannot see the golden leaves fall gently,
Now I’m in winter with nothing to protect me.
If I could bring you every sight I see,
It would make me very happy
To see you smile, as I have today,
Surrounded by beauty, sunshine, warmth, this way
If I could capture every moment, put it in a bottle for you,
I would certainly try to do that too!
It is something I know you would cherish
So for now, I will send you this wish
Imagine soft green grass and water deep blue
A sandy beach with benches too
Leaves changing color, with sun shining through
Take these words and hold onto the sights
As if you are here on those lonely nights
Wrap yourself in warmth and feel the peace
Let the relaxation seep in and increase
It is in times like this, life is complete
Living fully in the moment, where wishful minds meet
Heidi Sands
9/21/19
Wishful
on the green meadow
there was a
a white lily
such beautiful
fresh
fragrant
silence in the deserted
befriended harassment
echo heart
“if
I could bargain this fate
I’d buy dragonfly wings
achieved my right of freedom” said lily
was flying over
red dragonfly
cheerfully whistling
hummed
beautiful melodies
“I'm an admirer of art
devotee every beauty
I don’t deny
you're the real beauty”
what a feeling
embraced by the prince of love
alluring lovers
present
drunken romance
dazzling the lover’s eyes
if
I could bargain this fate
I’d buy your charms” said dragonfly
Laughed and laughted
loudly
wise wind
blew down the dragonfly
to hug lily
lily with dragonfly wings
require practises to fly
to treasure her freedom
while
dragonfly was simply enjoying
the beauty
fragrance
and love
wingless
without flying
whispered wise wind
I am the Inexhaustible story
every second together
wishful tones
sweet dreams
if I could bargain this fade
i’d transform the blue sky
into thoughtful poetry
~(c)sukmawati komala~
08 April 2013
Have you ever tried to reach and touch a star,
those tiny twinkling specks that seem so far?
Or step across and walk on Rain's big bow
and sit and watch the world move down below?
Ever felt the wind and wondered where it goes,
this familiar friend that no one sees or knows?
Or tried to keep a snowflake in your hand,
to see God's art up close and understand?
Have you ever wished to pull back time,
those huge hands that hold what's yours and mine?
Would you like yesterday to be tomorrow
and change a dark day to joy from sorrow?
Maybe wishes are better left in dreams,
instead of the light of the Sun's cruel beams.
5/11/19
i wish for serpentine waters
i wish for stormy skies
i wish for a playful river
i wish for you and i
i wish for stupendous sunlight
i wish for inkblot shadows
i wish for tremendous colors
hues that makes us cry
i wish to appear invisible beneath redwoods
i wish to vanish below their verdant foliage
and hear the sparrows populate the forest with song
as we release a mutual sigh
i wish to feel the wind touch my lips
and the moon quake with weakened pulse
as the flaming campfire of dusk dies out
and our spirits brave goodbye
6/13/2017
My imagination is a tide of wishful waters,
A chilled ocean breeze fills the world and the words that soar overhead,
I leave behind all reality, I break a thread,
And no longer am I being held in the palm of the universe,
but I hold my universe in my pocket,
and whisper words of new meaning,
only then can you read the sky like a book,
because only then is the sky possible to touch, and flip the pages of thought,
A feeling that takes my being, and turns me into a bird,
flying overhead like the words that fill with ocean breeze,
And I sail upon my tide of wishful waters
My flesh yearns for your touch
As my soul cries out your
name
In my heart, I miss you
Although my mind wants to
send you away...
Our honest words hurt
Is it to late to take them back?
I wanted to hear you say
"I love you"
But you regretted that fact.
I dedicated songs to you
Because I felt that the lyrics
were true
But now when I hear the songs
on the radio
I feel like a fool for missing you
Wondering if your foolish
enough to miss me too.
I sit with my feet touching the water
fascinated by a playful otter
near the river's edge, amid evergreens,
rolling along the sapphire surface sheens.
Swimming up and down propelling itself
enlightening up on a bare rock shelf.
Scattered green dwarf saplings I sit and spy
capricious. Once again and it's good-bye.
A breath, filled with, bluebells, lavender bell
blooms bright and lovely, I linger a spell.
Pink and white dance across, and hint of breeze
Plethora of weeds, brown moss grasps the trees.
I dream of pixies, and fairies behind
wild spray of tall dandelions, I'd find.
9/17/2023
If one can see beauty everywhere
If one can find light in their despair
If one can find strength when they are weak
If at one's lowest they still find a peak
If one with many losses can still see a gain
If one feels a love through all of their pain
If one can find calm in a life of distress
If one can see splendor in all their mess
If one can find happiness in their grief
If one can fill the void simply with a belief
If one can slow down in a life of rush
If in one’s chaos they can find a hush
If one can find mobility within restrain
If one can find sanity in what is insane
If one can be humble and take a seat
If one can be kind to all that they meet
If one can find life when not wanting to live
If one can be giving with not much to give
If one can still trust after all have lied
If after failing one can say they tried
If one can see hope when all hope is gone
If one can see themselves in their kid’s to live on
If in darkness you see the moon's glow is from the sun......
No wait; is this wishful thinking, or am I the only one?
Inspired by Rudyard Kipling's "IF" poem
A repost but updated
a contrived
fiction
yet
sensitive..
..a coincidence..
perhaps..
a luxury,
whatever..
modern
yet
timeless,
coherent
but incomplete..
a
source
of
day-dreams
Glancing around,
All that I see,
Is 10,000 people,
Nothing like me.
Stuck in a rat race,
With their lofty goals,
Pushing forward,
Ignoring the tolls.
So many victims,
Of their blind trek,
Trampled underfoot,
Left in a wreck.
The sacrificial lambs,
All lead to the slaughter,
Just so they can make,
One more extra dollar.
Am I truly without purpose?
Or do I simply perceive,
The most of the people,
Are completely deceived.
Do you really blame me?
For my paralyzed state,
When every single system,
Seems entirely bait.
How can I exist in a world,
Based in competition,
Where people use people,
Without recognition.
What hope do they have,
To ever be enlightened,
When the bottom line is,
They are all simply frightened.
That they will become the dirt,
Under the shoes,
Of some successful person,
Be someone they used.
We can’t win,
So instead we crawl,
Over the bodies,
Of those who would fall.
How can I exist,
In such a flawed system?
Where so many people,
Are simply a victim.
What hope do we have,
If we continue this tragedy,
Plodding ahead,
Using the same old strategy.
I pray for the day,
That everything changes,
When we move away from the world,
That only estranges.
In my heart of hearts,
I dream of a world,
I can only imagine,
Yet to be unfurled.
One where people can love,
They can cherish and grow,
Without taking from another,
Without someone below.
A world where people,
Uplift one another,
Instead of the typical,
Attempts to smother.
I release this desire,
Into the universe,
In hopes that something,
Will eventually reverse.
That humans will finally,
See their mistakes,
Turn from this path,
And stop being snakes.
As I sit here, wishing he was here
Trickling down my face, are tears
I kept thinking, maybe it's not true
When's this nightmare through?
Had seen his name on different sites
Start to feel really uptight
Kept thinking maybe I am right
Some day he will be standing in sight
If this only could have been true
I wouldn't feel the way I do
still have my brother here, too
if only people knew
© Melanie . All rights reserved, 12 hours ago
If wishes were horses,
And I was a stallion,
Would you ride me home?
Would you ride me to the comfort of your heart?
Would you keep me in the finest confines of your soul's house?
Would you caress my beastly body with your soft hands?
Would I afford the pleasure of your whispers in my ears?
Would you please my soul with your soulful laughter?
Would you ride me through the dullest of days;
through the darkest of nights?
Would you dry your tears upon my willing neck?
Would you give me a name to bear forever?
Or would you just pass me by,like any other beast?
Would just throw me a soulless glance and fade away-
like mist chancing upon sunlight?
Or would you stroke me a little, the decide I'm not worth it?
Would you look me in the eye and walk away?
Would you let my eyes see you go through the tears?
Tell me Love,if you'd rather not see my heart tear apart,
Why are wishes not horses-
Why am I not your stallion?
Cast your wishes upon the wind
into a great vast empty sky
Surrender desire to an unknown fate
Pray kindness is your friend
and the devil has another date
Beware of nature's trickery
Remember there is no guarantee
Those wishes have been set free
Will they fall in a rainbow shower
landing on the petals of a flower
Returning the sweetest perfume
Or be caught unaware
In a witches broom
To become your darkest nightmare
We cannot see
Will it be gloom or glee?
Those wishes have been set free
I would like to eatI would like to eat some cakebut not any cake will doI would like a wish day cakeThe funny man in the cat hat said,as he hops his tail, so white.You wish for cake that I will do.Away, he went on a pink kite. I hear jumps and thumpsthen bumps from the hall.A funny little thing, all a mess,rid a red ball and in his hands a pot,with a plop. Here is your dish,said the funny little thing.Stop , stop said, sad SallyI fear, this is not my wish,this dish is not wish day cakeCall the funny man in the cat hat!He came fast on toy strings and a rakeSally sank as she sat back and said,to the man, with a cat hat on his head.I asked for cake but I get playthings and tricks I would like to eatI would like to eat some cakebut not any cake will doI would like wish day cakeThen he said, He with the cat on his head.The fine line you must not of readand it is plainly said, this is a game,at The Cat in the Hat Restor-a-rant.Where we take a few words, you knowand where It does not fit the storyWe make cake in no hurry but have funWe are the nerds who put fizz in fiffer-feffer-feff.The cleft in wimbly–wombly-woo’sand at The End, then you can have your cake and eat it too!