Borderlines Poems | Examples

THE LAND OF DREAMS

I love how dreams visit me in my sleep
In such diverse and unconventional arrays….
but my favorite dreams are the ones I make
when I’m awake…during the day.

My nighttime dreams are often difficult to understand
as through my sleeping mind they spread…
but during the day when I’m awake
I control the dreams inside my head.

During the day it’s effortless
to make dreams that are easy to understand…
to dream my family will always be healthy and happy…
that there will be peace throughout the land.

In the land of dreams there is no defined space or time
no laws of gravity.
In the land of dreams instead of eyes
we use our heart and imagination to see.

The land of dreams has no restrictions…no regulations
no borderlines…no rules.
It is a land, some say, inhabited…by innocents and fools.

Still…I love the land of dreams…where anything is possible…
where logic and the laws of physics don’t apply…
Where dragons, ogres and giants are my friends…
where I can spread my arms…and fly.

Perhaps that’s why I’m foolish enough 
to dream of a world filled with peace, love and harmony….
and to dream that everyone on Earth…
was as innocent and as foolish as me.

Lost Sheep

"Are you lost?" asked the sheep
in the front
(not the one who'd gone to sleep).

I'd gone to get some air and walk...
a strange question -
to hear this stray creature talk!

"I'm a man and know quite a lot
(if I say so).
I've learned things that you cannot.

I know about countries and beliefs,
and also,
borderlines, property, and thieves."

The sheep just smiled and smelled a flower.
I stopped speaking
and whiled away a sunny hour.

I wonder why this sheep did me, accost. 
Is it not him, but me, who's lost?

Spring Sonnet

Lipogram Sonnet 4-12-24
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Spring Sonnet

Spring bursts out from winter’s silent cocoon,
Fluttering luminescence on new wings,
Freed up from the midnight’s monochrome womb
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings.

Thin borderlines edged in dull grey on white,
Feeling the tickle of divine kisses,
Explode in hues borrowed from the first light,
Colors flit over icy snow with bliss.

Gliding on the virgin winds’ new story 
Neon wings trickle colors on flowers
In purple tendrils of yellow glory,
From solstice sleep life returns in showers.

Young springtime emerges, from restive sleep, 
Rising with morning - promises to keep.

I Wonder What's On Cloud 9

The premise behind this poem, What does cloud 9 mean?
A state of bliss, elation or happiness
cloud nine (uncountable) (idiomatic) Often in the phrase on cloud nine: a state of bliss, elation or happiness. quotations ? He was on cloud nine for days after she agreed to marry him.

I wonder whats on cloud nine 

I wonder what its like up on cloud nine,
Would the weather up there be fine,
Would the storm in my head clear,
Would it free me of all my anxiety and fear,

I wonder what it would be like up on cloud nine,
Would it just cross over country borderlines,
Or would it take me up into the sky,
Would it take me to a city in clouds up high

A city ive only ever imagine in your minds eye,  
A place of peace a place where life is beautified 
That's free of impurities and the evils of our world,
A place I could only dream of, I guess it is a Dreamworld,

Oh how I wonder what it would be like on cloud nine
Would the weather up there be fine,
Would the storm in my head clear,
Would it free me of all my anxiety and fear,

We Want An Orchestra

The organization makes a package
With questions and answers forms
And videos to be used at
Engament parties.
My cousin Madder told me
He and one of the actors
In involved with one movie
Said some sciences looked
Like thong commercials
While others were borderlines
Religious. He favored the ones
That were sports related.
It is said to be done to involve
Audience to the wedding
The flock of the religion
Respect to both families
Don't let your audience become
a crowd.
Inclusion and how much involment
Both parties will allow
Drama vixens and Comforting Dudes
And Soothy Rubrite are not invited and why.
Why it is important to involve certain people
And why exclusion of some should be considered
The package contains documents
For receipts and invoices.
Ledgers for
Caters
Dee Jays
Clothing rentals and
Purchase
Gas allotments
Video
Scripts
Cheers
Prayers
Offerings of congratulations
Best ways to gift
Explainstion of exclusion
And
Inclusion
Using respectful words
And phrases
The movie is so good
You can watch it like
A regular movie

Here And There Again

I'm here again
Checking you out
Missing you again
Calling out

I'm here again
Taking you out
Kissing you again
Chilling out

Here we go again
Thinking where to go
Under the sun again
Outshining and ready to go

There we go again
Hanging on tree top lines
Under the clouds again
Unzipping the borderlines

Our world will never end
Up and down the bend
Left and right we hold so tight
For so much love we'll strongly fight

Lets All Go To War Again

Let’s all go to war again 
remembering our fallen men 
time for another slaughtering 
history never taught a thing 

We can learn it or relive it 
we always take the latter 
primal instincts haunt within 
let’s see the blood splatter 

Putin, Hitler, Napoleon 
a rotation of our allies 
An evolution of weapons 
win or lose still taking lives 

Winners don’t win they survive 
Enemies die before they rise
redrawing those borderlines 
never ending satisfied 

In time there will be a treaty 
with neither side retreating 
both sides take a beating
yet still we keep repeating 

Yeah because we’re evolved 
the apex with a complex 
a deep desire for conflicts 
killing for context for a resolve 

Let’s all go war again
remembering our fallen men 
let’s add many more to them 
I guess we’re off to war again

Cloud Nine Anytime

My darling spot is a grassy hill,
Where I go to hear the bluebirds thrill,
Sometimes in mauve marigold dawn morn,
As waking dreams are in stillness born!
Other times to taste hot noonday bliss,
Sweeping me off to the clouds' abyss,
Of red sunsets, or nights after nine.
That time's my accomplice, is just fine-
With nature dancing its borderlines!


Written on May 17, 2021
For: A Time for Nine Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner

Ballad of Remembrance

Are the exploits slowly fading of the folk who forged this land?
Are there more important factors, today for us to understand?
Are we prepared to lose our national character?
Erase our borderlines, and forget about Australia,
where squatter and selector, fought fire, flood and drought …
the Shearer and the drover helping cut the wool clip out.

Self-reliance in this dry land; suspicious of authority,
physical and mental toughness, laconic humour tempered eagerly.
The exploits real and fabled, our robustness could quite relate,
so in our generation - old qualities are ours to celebrate,
for the musterer and stockman on a cattle or sheep run.
The swaggy and the bagman tramping 'neath the burning sun.
The diggers and the miners. with their quest for precious ore.
Bushrangers and the troopers who were the lawless and the law.
The footsteps of explorers and those who died in war.
Bullocks and the Walers; axe ring and crosscut saw.

'T'is for the struggle of our pioneers, 
and who's souls we can’t restore,
that we must preserve the heritage, 
of Australians who have lived before.

Heroes At the Viral Battlefront

In despair and on lockdown
A city is turned into a one horse town
Its people are on the frontline to save the Earth 
As all of humanity holds its breathe
Flights canceled, fright heightened
Travelers hustled, prayers recited
Somewhere a hero is taking a risk by treating the infected
A hero is at the borderlines having people inspected
A hero with no name, is taking a bullet for billions across the world
A bullet they can’t see, hear, touch or smell
Their sacrifice a reminder that wherever you come from
The earth is one shared home

Left With Tears To Quench Their Thirst

A barren land is thirsty for rain
Its dry sands can’t yield any grain
The ground printed with bare footmarks
And a soldier boot prints in their tracks

Famine was signalised by a beautiful sign
The innocence of a bright and cloudless blue sky
Under it they pray to the gods to make the clouds weep
As their water wells ebb down into sips

Tears fall more frequently than rain
Sinking into the hot arid terrain
The wind whistles by without moisture
It blows past them carrying away their prayers

They look to the skies for humanitarian manna
To the same sky they look out and dread the gunners
The land the poor till for survival
Is the land on which the rich kill for minerals

Women and their babies live their fighting men behind
Asylum lies beyond the unknown borderlines
Their land is just a name and memory, home is no more
A place they came from, now in the claws of famine and war

Dedication: To the struggle for peace in South Sudan

Freedom of Choice

These countries that preach about hating terrorism
supports such acts financially overturning basic rights
Strong statements without knowledge carry little value
look to the bright side where trust is lacking
Intelligence has next to no faith if used backwards
manipulating talks takes these shady turns to falsely accuse
The twisting of classified information brews with soaring energy costs
liars harbour ungodly thoughts towards the truth
rocketing prices drawing on borderlines
Power carries a huge human sacrifice to achieve its goal
bloodbaths feed the rich, it all boils down to creating fear
Politically working on people to accept mayhem
this deal signed incorrectly against peace proves one thing
sins are passed on with this false identity shaping justice
Acceptance seems to be the new tolerance ignored
tortured like dogs victims say evil will fall in the end
no good ways erode democratic views to hold council
Freedom of speech in its uniform is under attack
opinion under pubic scrutiny paints this horrid picture
where good is considered ugly for being honest

Memorial To a Marriage

How beautiful is a heart that loves…what a wondrous sight to see…
instead of trying to restrict it…we should seek to set it free…..


They fell in love in Roman times because that’s what lovers do
They meet, and in some inexplicable way…their love comes shining through.

When two people are lucky enough to find each other, 
they find love does not confine
It doesn’t follow a set of rules, 
it has no borderlines…


They fell in love in Roman times because that’s what lovers do
but they could not get married…for back then it was taboo.

Two women cannot fall in love…it is not right they’d say
But these two women were not listening…love found them anyway.

Their love was pure and innocent…flowing honestly from the heart
It was universal and unique…
their love…a work of art.


They fell in love in Roman times because that’s what lovers do…
They remained together all their lives before they bid this world adieu…

For love brought them together…never again to be alone…
and here they lie together…their love immortalized in stone.

A Short Thought On Long Days

a short thought on long days

april fool 
fool me no more!
i have walked the borderlines of death
with a grey cat and a blond child,
neither of whom were acquainted to me.
my gift from that almost path,
clarity.

time flashes past me
as a comet breaching the sun
i can not grasp its effervescing tail;
too slow in thought and deed now
yet i see everything.
please take me with you! 


I squirrel every thing that is precious
memories, sights and sounds especially
the chime of a child's laughter.
the scent, like incense, of a cedar forest
after an easy spring rain.
the rise of the lark, heaven to fading ears.

above all else,
my lover’s first tentative touch,
the warmth of breath thrills past my ear
carrying, I love you, on soft lips.

Poetic Seeping

Crazed beyond this fragile manuscript
  ink now bled out in caustic flow
emptying my mind of the clutter
  pouring from a heart beat’s mechanism
grinding gears of rusted thoughts
  handwriting illegibly unrecognizable 
scratched into burned edge parchment
  pleading for destinations
across borderlines and wastelands
  calloused fingers write…poetry
between broken dishes and pot luck cuss words
  folded, creased and left lying on the desk
gathering deadly dust particles
  behind the barricaded door
of cranial creativity…
                                     seeping

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