Best Worlds Poems
Verse 1
I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose
To be the canopy to cover you
When life’s storms come your way
I can be the one you’ve longed for
'Cause I hear the words you don't say
Pre-Chorus
Let the past slip through your fingers
Those old ghosts fade from sight
Take my hand and feel the difference
You're walking into light
Chorus
When our worlds collide, love paints the sky with quiet fire
With colors only born from deep desire
You're safe in my arms, girl, don’t be shy
This is what it means when the night reshapes its light
And your heart finally whispers, “You’re mine”
Verse 2
Your eyes could light the skies tonight
That coy smile, wow... it melts my heart
My guitar plays you sweet love songs
This is our time when true love starts
Bridge
Drift away, lay your fears down
On this shoulder made for you
In the hush, hear my vow, my truth—
Every dream you dream, I’ll pursue
Chorus
When our worlds collide, love paints the sky with quiet fire
With colors only born from deep desire
You're safe in my arms, girl, don’t be shy
This is what it means when the night reshapes its light
And your heart finally whispers, “You’re mine”
Outro
Being with you, I’m filled with wonder
A kiss goodnight, no need to hide
In the morning, I’ll be your first sight
This is how it feels...
When our worlds collide
Winter's whimsical nature comes with
fickle freeze, cold pervading every fibre
How I remember you, red hot
against the white snow
Smoking volcano
against permafrost desolation
How your aura lingers in my brain
fleeting perfume, breeze of ozone
The sweet sweaty scent of long nights
leathery lines grafted in my skin
The fragile steps we took, tension
of our vulnerability in closeness
Sweet brokenness, tender hurt...
Worlds of ice can not find my
Duvet of snowflakes, simulation of
soft warm goose down
Mirroring remnants of our souls
that sleep in dreamless reminiscence
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May 17, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Maybe there's a multiverse.
I'm hoping that it's true.
Many other worlds out there
in which I'm loving you.
I had to create two worlds to survive —
one where I simply live,
and one where I am truly me,
kept apart for my own sanity.
In the main world,
I am the prisoner.
I can't express, I can't be me,
controlled and hurt,
I am dead inside.
In the other world,
I am the goddess.
Strength to fight,
I soar above,
I show my true colours —
I am the dragon.
Should the two combine,
they are like oil and water —
the collision would be earth-shaking,
and I'm not sure I would survive.
The sun and the moon are
in parallel line with our world and
sister world that spins side by side;
interdimensional through reality’s eye.
Vibrational frequencies set both apart.
One is unveiled, the other is dark.
Yet time portals exist in between,
Connecting both worlds both seen and unseen.
Visitors appear through these portals of time,
through sacred geometry they quietly speak
to those who are open and unafraid
of climbing the ladder into the unknown.
Kindred spirits dwell to connect,
inherently aware through their DNA.
© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
Some things I think are overhead
Are also underneath my bed
And this is true of you, as well.
So mark my words now, as I tell:
Beneath the clothing bins we store,
Under the stairs and basement floor,
Beneath the tracks of snails and slugs,
The homes of chipmunks, moles, and bugs,
Beneath the cracks where waters run
Through garnet and magnesium,
Below the mantle—an iron core,
More mantle, crust, then ocean floor,
With thermal vents, volcanic glint,
Turtles, whales, and tiny shrimp,
Beneath the driving winds and rain,
We find the stratosphere again.
And deeper still, the moon’s bright face,
Then stars and wonders strewn through
space.
So maybe now my claim is clear;
We rest upon a little sphere, and
“Up” and “Down” make sense alone
To Beings who are stuck at home.
My favorite of songs is The Old Rugged Cross.
The most tragic of days was the worlds’ greatest loss.
For sinners that day were all given their chance.
His Father in heaven could not even bear to look not even one glance.
Forgive them He prayed as His life’s blood ran down to the ground.
Can you picture Him there wearing that thorny old crown?
On that hill so far away, sad but precious memories were made.
Born of a virgin mother in the tomb He was laid.
Death could not hold Him, death would not last.
Three days in that tomb, so long ago, death too it would pass.
He arose and was seen by many it was said.
Our Savior arose from the grave and no longer was dead.
As He gave His final words to His apostles and friends.
He ascended to the clouds but they knew they would see Him again.
He made us a promise He would rule once again.
I feel that day is coming we’re reaching the end.
The prophecies that abound.
With each new day they seem to be coming unwound.
Are you ready my friend for the Millennium Reign?
Are have you sunk to wearing the mark worn by Cain?
Sacrifices my friend we all have to do.
Just look at Jesus and the sacrifice He made, was made just for you .
So on that hill so far away I kneel at the thought.
With His precious blood my cleansing was bought.
And what have we learned, or did He die just for nought?
I look to Jesus and His love I have sought.
He must come first in all that we do.
And when the day comes you’ll see I speak true.
A Hollow moon sleeps
Atop the calm sea water
under a blanket of clouds
Earth and moon rest as one soul
awaiting grace from sunrise
beauty of the soul
in uniting the two worlds
is in shades of blue
For all lovers to observe
hearts will beat as one spirit
She Eats Hearts and Worlds
In this world life stands still
heartache chokes in for the kill
Sidewalk leaps up to quickly slay
Fools racing all about every day
That pain sets just so damn well
she that strode from the gates of hell
Tarnishing all that gave in love
her sex fits tightly, like a glove
Those nights did so hotly soothe
she the sexy vixen so damn smooth
Always naked and steaming ready to go
no man could resist the sexual show
In her world you gladly die to play
such delights , pure passion every way
Then roofs came loudly crashing down
death came with smiles and no damn frown!
Robert J. Lindley.
One face with two different smiles
One floor with two different tiles
One pen with two different inks
One eye with two different blinks
One child with different parents
One sea with two different currents
One smile for two different reasons
One sun for two different seasons
One mind with two different thoughts
One crime judged in two different courts
One husband with two different wives
One man with two different lives
One soul with two different friends
One beginning with two different ends
One mouth but two different words
One person in two different worlds
by Ndile
submitted October 7th, 2009 at 2:58am
She finds the pink planet, musing Alice Liddell's Imagination is the only weapon in war with reality. Sky's canvas, brushed cotton candy clouds where marshmallow mountains peak and the seventh sun rides low 'til the man in the moon awakens. White light and red, filters a pink-tint, nebulous fringed rose gold. Pearlescent beams lap at her legs, silhouettes blossom as silky waves of jasmine kiss, spiral, and envelop her
open-mindness to
embrace the unexpected
Alice would be proud
realization pink planet
a bountiful life journey
In this world, there lies a world
That few will ever know
It's sad to see, the human sea
And the place it'll never flow
It seems so rough, so very rough
Sometimes for me to go
But I feel, I really feel
This place inside me grow
You play with your toys I play with my words
We both live in Worlds of fantasy
Where alternate voices can be heard
Often preferred to reality
These places in our minds we create
We both live in Worlds of fantasy
Perhaps that is how we both relate
You see the inner child within me
These places in our minds we create
I see the potential man you'll be
I'm so blessed we are father and son
You see the inner child within me
Don't waste a day not a single one
Imagination my gift to you
I'm so blessed we are father and son
In this life there are things that we do
You play with your toys I play with my words
Imagination my gift to you
Where alternate voices can be heard
Two Worlds
There are two worlds I live in
Side by side… living and breathing
One often seen whilst the other only seem
Do they see what I see deem believing?
I do see the conditions living the real
I do see my imagined world living amongst
I do see the conditioned living having to deal
And I do imagine to have everything and nothing to want
Nothing last like all living things
In my lifetime… I don’t think we are taught right
To be instilled with achievements and means
Life is nothing more but a being that might
To be one in a population… what is new?
To be no one in a population… do we shy?
Living in reality… what’s the given cue?
Living in dreams… will realities’ die?
I chose my own side of the world to live in
Living and breathing… imagining and dreaming
What only seem has become what I have seen
Because in my world, I see my dreams worth believing
26/10/2022
We have sunflowers and sunspots.
Both brilliant, yellow, and dazzling.
You can sniff one, but not the other.
Both delicate, and powerful.
Moonstones with rainbow power
can be iridescent and comforting.
Moon landings, not so easy.
Mooning – not as appealing.
Word play can be delightful.
Thinking on paper.
Ideas popping out, escaping into yellow sunflowers.
Or mooning your audience, taking you to another world.
Your ideas might simply find themselves
turning into a nice crisp clean cool harvest moon
or a sizzling hot sunspot, blurring your reader’s eyes.
Never know where words will take you, until they do.
I feel sorry for the non-readers, who are missing
Tens of thousands of words, seeing squiggles and dots.
Not recognizing words at all – not conjuring sunflowers or
Moonstones. Glad we have photography and nature for them.