Lightest Poems | Examples

I wish I was the wind

I wish I was the wind
ruffling oak leaves
wafting through a verdant meadow

traveling through the night air
gently kissing the tips of grasses
the lightest of songs

a whispering wisp
refreshing in the rain
rejuvenating the earth as I pass by

Gray

Reflecting on times, ones perfectly certain,
Without shadows of doubt on the mind,
As though shining, waiting by black or white curtains,
As though truth were so easy to find,
So clear now it seems, contrary to say,
Such clarity is not in the slightest,
As black, surely, but one dark shade of grey,
And pure white, just another, the lightest.

Garden Of Beginnings

In the Garden of Beginings
Projects failed or flowered, 
Left to grow or to wither
Many being overpowered,
Each an experiment, 
A blending of force
Each left to follow its
Own individual  course.

None were culled
Without good reason
Flowering and blooming
For season after season.
Experiment of dimensions 
Matter, time, force, space
Some rising to exist briefly,
Some at more sedate pace

As the Universal Gardner,
Glorying in the sight
Of destructive darkness
And brilliant creative light.
Used the lightest of control
To keep things on track,
Moving from place to place
Its tools slung on its back

A Drawn Reflection

Is this what was meant for me…
The drawn reflection of a man?
Each step taken with the lightest touch,
So many they tread a new course.

At every bend, a choice was made,
Drawing circles and channels upon the land.
Choices made, lines in sand,
The track lies ahead, not behind.

I thought I’d rise, reflection true,
With head held high, over the brow.
But winds can shift and torrents flow ,
And roots will twist snap and wither.

Was the forest path already walked,
Or was it always laid, obscured?

Dreams lie like scattered leaves in the ether,
The wind whips them skyward, soaring,
Then wavering, falling - inevitably to the ground,

Shafts of sunlight pass through the branches,
Each footstep bolder, deliberate and careful.
The trodden path is worn and wild,
Shadows give way to sunlight, and light gives way to dark.

I stand like a Ghost at my Grave

Up on the hill, melancholy and forlorn,
I stand like a Ghost at my Grave, 
Where you buried me.

You buried me deep beneath the soil,
Where your roots have touched my skin,
No regret was there, nor ever been.

At the lightest of light, the darkest of days,
I wish I wouldn't have stayed,
Because now I stand like a Ghost at my Grave.

You destroyed my purity,
You buried my guilt, 
For I still haven't returned, to the moment I lived.

Disarrayed, yet uneasy,
I observe and remain like a ghost at my grave,
As my soul, in awe, gets taken away.

1970s Fashion

In the seventies lipsticks were beige, blah and nude
Dull, usually colorless and odorless, not to be rude.
Bright reds of the forties and fifties were passe’, out.
The lightest of peaches could be applied to a pout.

Women were expected to be straight up and down.
Twiggy at twenty, twenty, twenty, was paraded around.
Rubenesque chesty women were considered way out of bound.
Emaciated starving young models were the talk of the town.

Field of Forgiveness

Is your soul black 
Like an acrobat
Does heart flip
Trip then crack

Because you didn’t win
Or maybe you lost a friend
Could be you did sin
Or have ways to mend

There by the green tree
Is forgiveness for you
Forgiveness for me
On either side love a blue sea

Do you see 
denim destiny
Letting go of the most
dear things to esteem

Rise above the tides
Of life’s dilemma like bird
Keep your eyes on the prize
And in your heart winged word

Forgiveness is the lightest load
Be you small shy silent
Or boisterous big bold
Water your spirit holy soul
Forgiveness is the way to do so

In Still the Night

In still the night, the beaks slumber.
The weary wings, of great number,
In lightest twitch, upon the dark
Etching on oak, wait for dawn’s hark.
In common sleep - sigh encumber.

The scented air, lilacs cumber
With bluebird-lull, silent slumber.
No need to coax the dormant bark,
In still the night.

Quickly, stars found in low number.
Red guitar pick awakes slumber.
Birds nestle under branches’ ark.
A cloudy mist sets off a spark.
Storm’s cajole -  raindrops outnumber,
In still the night.

If the boats had never came

If the boats had never came and colonisers none 
Genocide never happened, wars had not begun,
Darker skin I would have and life I would not fear
If the boats had never came, I would still be here.

Gathering rich bush food upon my mother land 
I embrace my peaceful place drawing on gold sand, 
Lightest zephyr prompting me in salt water to revive 
With precious blue I renew every day alive.
 
Where quietude surrounds me all along in sight 
When setting sun has begun sea eagle is in flight,
And now I hear my people singing up a song 
How happy are my people healthy, smart and strong.

I love to dream of way back then when heart was just the same 
A painless time in my prime, if the boats had never came.

Weeping Pages

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. - Dolly Parton

Weeping, like a willows graceful waft, pleasing
Even the heart will melt in the doubtful breeze,
Moving calmly through the night, gently teasing

Weeping, like the leaves who fall upon their knees,
Echoed by souls poised in resilient prayers,
Even the heart will melt in the doubtful breeze,

Weeping, with tears who tempting nature compares,
Silent, each raindrop aspires to remember
Echoed by souls poised in resilient prayers,

Weeping, steady hearts are blessed by November,
Lightest drizzle reveals what psalms are singing,
Silent, each raindrop aspires to remember

Weeping, famous hush rainfall shall be bringing
Past the sprinkle of wisdom thru the ages
Lightest drizzle reveals what psalms are singing

Rainfall grieves as it drenches our heart’s pages
Weeping, like a willows graceful waft, pleasing
Past the sprinkle of wisdom thru the ages
Moving calmly through the night, gently teasing

Coagulation

Finally my blood began to coagulate
When you stopped doing what I hate
If not, expect the most unpleasant state
Of things from lightest to highest skate.

You should never ever be late
Whenever you invited me for a date
I’m a girlfriend who’s impatient to wait
My boredom is always at the zenith of rate.

Usual lines played like songs from Kate
On ears of her most devoted suitor, Nate
But, biggest surprise suddenly came in crate
Carried by young men marching from the gate.

Men with all kinds of roses started to sate
Her doubtful heart making his proposal to escalate
A wonderful rite performed by each of his mate
To win successfully a wife, cutting their late dates’ fate.

Acceptance

A welcome gaze, the sun shines ever present
Peering through thin overcast curtains
With the lightest of light’s gentle touch
The paint brush of the effervescent
Yuletide glides through the spectral air
It caresses the cadaver walking the path
Unaware of the beauty that surrounds
Gentle winds dancing with wispy hair
I was unfamiliar of this
The stinging of tears born from rage
Manifesting apparitions of our past so pleasant
The infanticide of a future yet to stumble into stride
I admit my adamant refusal to accept the present
Where murders migrate above me,
Where my spirit drifts in the atmosphere
This time, the clock has stuck like a gavel
The haunt of her hands on my wrists 
the most pleasant of shackles.
Will there ever be a moment where I accept change?
When will I simply accept this weather
For what it is? Sharp, stark, and serene
When will I finally say,
“This is where I need to be.”

a Peyote Induced Dream

Totems are usually made of materials
Not constructed using real animals
But this totem was formed by living creatures
The fox was not at the top, weirdly enough

Being the lightest, you might have thought that
Because it would have made sense
But this fox is at the bottom
Holding up a bear, holding up a tiger

Spiritually they are connected
The fox, the bear, the tiger and the swan
Where was the swan? At the top
She was the only one who made sense

But this is a dream totem
A dream held in a sweat lodge
A peyote induced dream
That somehow makes sense

Overjoyed SHM

This love, more than a feeling, it’s twinkling
Like the purple blue on a mountain’s hue
Or lightest rain, trembling with truth, sprinkling
My heart with gentle dreams, yearnings ensue

This laughter, more pleasing than morning dew
Singing hope to the heart who’s dissuaded 
Restoring wonder with such a breakthrough
Through love this awesome, joy is persuaded 

This light, brilliant as the sunrise in June 
Pours out peace, hope and grace throughout this life
Because my soul is restored, I’m immune
To the darkness of night, worry and strife

Due to the love you give so caringly
We shall live grateful and unerringly


love, laughter, light shift,
urging souls to grasp - wealth comes
from giving, blessing!

love, laughter and light silence the darkest of nights

A Show For Friends

Anxious, i started getting dressed, feeling great and on my way
               to visit a friend few blocks away.

I hopped on my new mountain bike and zoomed down
on a downhill not so busy street near by our small town.
It always gives me a thrill to ride as fast, passion such.
Feeling the air rush past me with the lightest of touch.

On the sidewalk, a group of friends were laughing together.
I heard one of them yell, "Where are you going Heather." 
I turned my back, I waved and let out a small giggle.
In moments,  off  and over a parked car. I did niggle.

As I laid sprawled out behind its rear bumper,
my friends ran over giggling. " You're a great jumper.
My pride was bruised, though I made an effort not to show. 
It was like being ran over by a speeding train, you know.

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