Long Lake Poems
Long Lake Poems. Below are the most popular long Lake by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Lake poems by poem length and keyword.
Soft scents of frangipani invade my nostrils in the twilight air,
pellucid thoughts from deep within made me aware of my senses.
I look over yonder and notice lovely ripples in the lake.
Luscious blueberries catch my attention and my mouth waters,
next I hear the beautiful sound of mockingbirds singing .
I felt like my feet were standing in a place of history and strength,
as I embarked on ancestral trails of my people's past.
At once pride and appreciation began to infuse my entire being.
I look up and notice a hint of vermilion in the beautiful sky,
And a menagerie of birds from the distant past soared above me.
Contest: 10 words 10 lines challenge
Sponsor: Silent One
Words used are:
1.Menagerie
2.Vermilion
3.Infuse
4.Mockingbirds
5.Twilight
6.Frangipani
7.Luscious
8.Pellucid
9.Ancestral
10.Ripples
I owe so much to you
When you pulled at me,
Tugged me from my toiling,
When I was crouched low,
In the kitchen, blurry choke of tears
I saw the outline of your peninsula
Etched in florescent blue in my mind
A little red star on a map
Such a hard drive (for me and the Ford)
But I, swept into the arms of that gentle house,
Saw a clearing in the nettles, one that I could pass through
And those turned to violets that kissed me as I was waking up
And going to bed, listening to the healing black wind
Through the many cracked windows
Presque Isle with her flags and sea glass
The promise of going to Canada
Turning my head to look at the lake, that dark lake
Itself enigmatic- a sea but not a sea
I think about that, brush the snowy sand from my palms
Yes, in a way,
That could be me
She was a wise woman, a natural being, a female shaman
Her magical ways were known by most, especially the Lakota
We came to her for truth, guidance, spiritual wisdom.
The men revered her as much as the women, maybe more.
She had a connection with the Great Spirit most do not garner.
Respected and revered, we trusted her to guide us along our path.
She was a fantastic listener, who enlisted the spirits to help
Always encouraging us to make our own connections,
So we could follow the path we had set in Father Sky
Before we ever put our moccasins on Mother Earth.
As we left her campfire or her teepee, we always felt more in tune
With brother deer, sister rainbow and cousin lake.
“I have journeyed within myself,
Scanned rumblings of the inner self
Lent my ears to the inner chime
Within grasp of the sands of time.” By author.
**************************************************************
The Journey Within
The journey within, for diverse souls,
Begins at diverse stages of life,
For some since early days of childhood,
Goaded by parental mentoring,
For others during the course of life
Driven by coincidence or a quirk of fate.
For some it`s an insightful journey
Shining with light of enlightenment,
A straight-line excursion to top of a mount,
For others a nebulous trip shrouded with haze,
Veiled with dark doubt and deadly dread,
A sporadic trek ceasing at foot of a hill.
My journey within glowing since days of youth,
Sparkling through exposure and learning,
Has been deeply anchored with quest to know myself,
To find who I am and my goals in life.
Storms of life sustained from fate and men
Have propelled me to scan deeper within myself,
To treasure peace and bliss in solitude
At the shining lake of my inner self.
want write poems that not
bout politics life's weighty
absurdities death's grip all
simple poems contentment
son's enthusiasm energy
wife's cooking heroic endurance
kitten's bouncing curiosity
old cat's slowing solitude
dog praying hard reform
colors fall newness spring
mowing leaves grass gazing
on in forest looking beyond
tree tops lake mirage day
venus mars night
bach lifting toward
mozart floating down
heaven singing love conquering
fulfilled voluntary unions bodies
cooperation nations peace
strength through peace soul society
treading softly near edge
old habit making safe path
some sweet day will
GET IT STRAIGHT BBL
Let the wind be still
I wanna speak below my breathe
Let d breeze blow with ease
I want to sneeze but in peace
Let the beautiful flower blossom in red
I wanna speak and be heard
I'm the head and I lead the herd
So listen to what I've read and heard
The oceans accused the lake of been calm and too quiet
Ever told you that we only marvel at you bounds but disgusted at your unrest
I give credits to the rats that race, graze, brace and play but all on the land
Shame on you bats that grace the sky in the dark clouds, forming and copy the birds in the nite
Yet you seek refuge and lay still on the tree during the day and you all struggle tu hide your face chucking into one another.
You live a fake live of rose flowers
You spread a colourful red garment during the day. Making us believe all is well with you
Yet you shiver in pain and suffer gruesome loneliness in the merciless cold nite.
This you do day in day out
You accuse them of being too quiet
Yet you harbour offensive smell behind your voice
The world only know peace when you speak no word
Our happiness only blossom when you mind your business
You call him a rock
But he melts at the thought of you
You call him a gold sculpture. Yet the rain wash off the clay legs as he fades out
You brag you feed him flesh and fat
How come he vomits shaft and bones
Lie not to us and deceive yourself no more
If you can't make me happy
Please take not my Joy away from me
If you can't run her race for her
Please don't drag her along the path
If you think it's a huddle
Remember our time starts differently
If the red ribbon is your target tu cross
She's got a future beyond across
If you race to win the cup
Her pace is to stay atop
Ruin not her happiness for me
She's the Lady I value
She's the Lady I cherish
She's the lady of my dream
She's the lady I treasure
A rare gem beyond the coast
Pearl of value
Lady of honour.
Listen not to the bleats
You're not meant for their stables
But at the tables with the kings
Dressed in regalia of the royals
Your space is secured
Not up for grab
Not up for none but you.
Tell them tu cut the crap.
Dana sits alone on the wooden dock
she has fun throwing breadcrumbs
to the hungry and excited ducks;
they rush to catch them in droves
so confident she won't hurt them unlike
the other naughty kids who throw rocks
scattering them through the big park...
and spreading their wings they croak.
Dana, try to keep those menacing boys away,
tell them not to hurt any of these cute ducklings;
they are very gentle and love to swim in small groups...
this blue lake is their home and they deserve to play.
To harm these creatures is like harming babies;
stand up and catch those stones, stop their pain;
in their kingdom they must be free as the others,
sing them your song and they will gladly refrain.
Dana, the more you feed them the more they come;
and racing, they splash water under your dangling feet;
they are your friends now, and this bond builds love...
something that delights even angels whenever you meet.
Written on 5/6/2016
Silver nights of mercury pour
Into a lake of sapphire
Mingling with the passing ship
Of ecstasy and passion
The sailing of my broken heart
upon the rivers of disbelief
Dressed in only shattered dreams
Drowning in a stormy sea of grief
Setting in the far off skies
Of this land of the unknown
I raise my eyes unto the night
And beg say it just ain't so
Say anything, I would not care
Truths or lies be told
Anything but what is going on
I'm begging, say it just ain't so
The beads of sweat fall from my brow
I toss and turn in fear
Until I feel a loving hand
Your whisper in my ear
From the rivers of the disbelief
The land I sailed through in the dark
You reached into the depths of black
Tugging at my heart
Wake up baby your dreaming
Your in a place your not meant to go
To awaken you from this nightmare
In the storm just say it ain't so
I awoken from this lonely place
Of chilling heartbreak screams
To find myself in your embrace
Relieved it was only a bad dream
I could look at this painting
forever, oh Klimt was a talent
lake side with birch trees is where I would like to be
beside the dappled blue still water . . .
picking yellow buttercups
bluebells and purple larkspur growing wild, oh beautiful
oh dream
so sublime
Klimt takes me away
to a serene place in my mind
to a divine green dream of nature and tranquility
but the painting- I must leave behind
for I think the gallery would miss it . . .
though when days are rainy and I am forlorn, I always go
to view
the beauty painted
Off to the cabin on the lake for a much need rest
Time to get away and experience nature at its best
The SUV is loaded let the journey begin
The kids in the back all with big grins
After a long and tiring drive time to put my feet up and kick back
Dinner by the campfire, but first firewood to stack
A chorus of songs fill the air as marshmallows start to ignite
The flames from the burning wood light up the night
The moon shines down brightly from high in the night sky
Wolves in the distance let out their welcoming cry
An evening of fun and excitement has come to an end
A picture postcard of our retreat ready to send