Long Promise Poems
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Rain slips down the window quietly,
Morning unfurls in pale silver light.
Shadows stretch across the cool kitchen floor,
Coffee steams and memory stirs awake.
Birdsong drifts through the unopened blinds,
Dreams linger on the edge of thought.
Time tiptoes softly into the room,
Hope grows where silence breathes in peace.
A textbook opens, a blank page awaits,
The world outside begins its slow spin.
Warm ceramic rests between steady hands,
Guiding the focus to what lies ahead.
The rain slows down to a gentle mist,
As the day claims its quiet purpose.
Each hour unfolds like a promise kept,
A fresh beginning, ready to start.
I walk the line where halos fade to dust,
Not damned, not saved, just learning how to trust.
A courage sewn from silence, stitched with fear,
The kind that shakes, yet shows up, still sincere.
Not fragile glass that shatters at a touch,
Not hardened steel that never bends as much.
I learn my shape through fractures small and slow,
By breaking gently, I let myself grow.
I am not what their waiting hoped to see,
Nor the ruin whispered quietly at me.
Just trying to rise without the weight of shame,
Without mistaking guilt for my true name.
I fight my wars where no one claps or knows,
In rooms where doubt whispers first, then it grows.
And there I learn that strength can sometimes be
The act of kneeling to my own unease.
Each dream I miss becomes a mark I keep,
Not carved in flesh, but etched where hopes run deep.
Still forward I move, unsure of where or why,
Only certain that I will not lie down and die.
I am becoming, slowly, uneven, real,
With mercy taught by wounds that had to heal.
I punish less, forgive a little more,
With every wrong turn opening a door.
I do not vow to conquer what I hide,
Nor silence every shadow tucked inside.
I only promise this, and nothing grand:
To walk beside myself, and finally stand.
First Days of School
Kevin Davis 2024
School became a focus for my life when I was a very young, carefree child,
Content to stay home, but parents' encouragements and promise of fun beguiled.
I was not easily convinced that leaving home and safety was really for me,
My older siblings, who had already begun, encouraged me to try it and see.
The first day, I left with Mom, into a strange new world was supposedly fun,
There, on that first day, I found friends, snacks, books, and toys under the sun.
And as days became weeks, I started to learn things that eased my anxiety,
Making me ready to go back and discover more things in my new society.
Each day brought lessons and games to play, and fun became a word in my life.
I began to ask questions, seek answers, and explore with eagerness.
As weeks became months, the hours seemed so small; together we developed a flow,
My life was filled with school and with home, and I hardly saw how much I did grow.
I learned to read, to write, to solve problems, and chase every dream,
With each new skill, by talking with others, I learned to scheme.
The teacher is a guide, each subject a wonder, each new friend a delight,
We worked through the day, with time to play, before the day turned to night.
There were field trips, then recess for games once thought wild,
I built many stories in the mind of this once home-bound child.
From pencils and papers, I found many dreams and new goals,
The essence of school was etched deeply into my soul.
The year ended with time back home, much remained the same, time to play.
I somehow matured into a boy of six, seeing rainbows and clouds to fill my day.
I looked for things learned, new things to see, even while climbing a tree,
Now my friends and I, learning as well, saw adventures in all we could see.
Looking back from the distance of time, those days always bring a smile,
Happy days and the years that followed, molding and shaping my life's mile.
The classroom was a place to enhance the learning in my home.
To teach the social part of caring for others wherever I did roam.
When a poet dies, there is a silent night
One where the only light is moon and stars
Glistening through the hearts who are reminded
There is a peace that comes to life…………
As tears fall like liquid smiles, breathing grief
Into the night where the heavens seem to sigh
Breathing in rhymes who quiet the qualms,
Reassuring hearts that even though this soul has
Moved on, into the heavenly realm, where faith
Shows the spirit the reason for existing,…
There is, still, feeling that is so very real
When a poet dies, there is a word to be heard…
Feelings come to life, dancing despite the strife
Reminding that when he was alive, there was a joy
Inside those who knew his light – those who felt
His smile coloring their thoughts, their lives….
With the spirit that he gave to each heart, the spirit
So kind, so wise, so bright – the spirit of appreciation
And charm, perception and promise, the spirit…
Caught up with the One who brings every life its hope,
Every doubt its faith, every tear its comforting embrace.
When a poet dies, there is darkness that falls on the skies
Yet, on the inside, when a poet dies… there is a reminder
That this life gave each night – each dark – a light so alive
That only the wonder of his life could have inspired such
Amazing vibrancy – this poet, his life – shined a light…
So bright that not even the stars in the sky could contend
For the spot in the heavens where his light glows without end!
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
January 29, 2023
a fondness
a suttle glance
a need to be with you
wanna take ah chance
the right night
saying the right words
listening to your every word
it's all about love
can we stop them
from meddling
it's like trrying to
make the sun from shing
we just endure it all
we'll just endure it all
so we can be together
promise me you
won't frown again
promise me
everyday our love just begens
keep me cool
in tough situations
Deep in the night,
As everyone falls asleep;
I find myself awake and alone
With a perfect promise to keep.
I keep on thinking
Of the words so comforting;
As I find myself alone
With a pen to do the writing.
In broad daylight,
As the sun shines so bright;
Yes, I find myself alone,
Seeking sentences to write.
After searching for the love,
For the rest of my life;
I still find myself alone
With my one and only wife.
Yes, no man is an island,
Sitting in the silent sea;
But the island is beautiful
For all the people to see.
Between lasting peace
And serenity that I've known;
I'll stand gladly without fear,
I'll always find myself alone.
Valentine butterflies, they are unlike any other butterfly you ever did see.
Assembled in your soul, they only come out to play when you fall in
Love. They flutter free of their own accord. Red velour wings as large as
Elephant ears. They are soft to the touch and they tickle gently for they are
Naturally inclined to be mellow to sweeten your disposition. They say
That love is a promise best kept forever but these butterflies truly have no
Idea, how long they will coexhist in your bosom.
Never take them for granted for they are volatile and will cease to exist if
Enbezzeled with indifference.
Butterflies in your stomach means love in your eyes
Undiluted adoration leads to existential inspiration
Trust love and it will take you down the rose petal path
Trust love and it will lead you home to familiar ground
Every heart deserves affection, maybe this year its you !
Receive them with grace and share in their affection. Let them feel
Free to roam inside you. These butterflies are happy wingsies.
Love, it flutters free of its own accord. So be sure to
Invite it in, along with those sweet little floating beauties. Somehow
Each year they migrate to Cupid's chamber, where they are arrowed into
Souls that turn to Lovers. Well done Cupid, well done butterflies.
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26
January 29, 2023
I loved you
the way one loves
a cathedral with shattered stained glass,
not knowing whether light
would ever pass through again.
On the bridge at Leidseplein,
I held your hand like a prayer
I never dared to utter.
It was cold.
But love,
warmer than all the painted walls
of Van Gogh.
The tram passed
between us
like a final judgment.
And we said nothing.
Because sometimes silence
is all we can give
when our hearts
bear too many scars
written in dead languages.
We loved each other
between two stations,
between a promise and a “maybe.”
At Albert Heijn
I bought you chocolate,
and you smiled
as if I had given you
an entire life
in a green wrapper.
I saw you then
in the empty church at Nieuwe Kerk,
where a candle lit itself.
Perhaps it was for us.
Perhaps for those
who never learned
how to stay.
And now,
as the rain falls on the pavement
where we once walked hand in hand,
I miss the way
you held my silence
like a poem
yet to begin.
I loved you.
In a foreign city,
with a foreign heart,
but with a light
that came from Above,
from a place
where love
never ends.
I can’t think about what I don’t know
I can’t toss so far what I can’t throw
You’ve cleared up my world I wish you just knew
How many times you knew that I flew
No guys I know are anything like you
So honest, beautiful, and so true
Foggy windows cleared within my view
When you say I love you, no hesitating, I love you, too
Hearts beating almost completely as one
Love so strong, outweighs a ton
Laughter fading in and out
Finding you was definitely the right route
Missing you now like I missed you then
But therefore being with you I do win
I promise I will do as you ask
I promise I will take off my mask
Walking in your footsteps everyday
Listening to all of everything that you say
Floating to the Heavens with your kiss on my lips
Feeling like I’m in eternal bliss
Trust in me like I trust in you
Know in me like I know your true
Be the man I know that you can be
Open my eyes and please let me see
Stand by my side as I stand by your’s
Radiate our love from the ceiling to the floors
Blossom our relationship the best we can
Allow us to live in a greener land
Create our world the best we can
Don’t allow me to do what I used to do and how I just ran
Teach me completely of all that you know
Show me completely of all that you show
Talk to me softly as I hold your hand
Take me to your New Jersey land
Be my teacher and teach me to give
Be my guardian and teach me to live
I’ll teach you what I know and you’ll teach me what you know, too
And together we both can evolve into brand new
May the spirit of the Living God fall freshly on me
Guide me, lift me, fill me as I dance with Thee
Now on the day of Pentacost the Holy Spirit had been set free
It rained upon everyone who was there in abundancy
Speaking in their own tongues yet all were able to comprehend
It was a sign of the power that God can gift to all men
It was an invitation to dance with the Universal Creator of life
To waltz, boogie or watusi with the Spirit of The Lord Jesus Christ
The Disciples had gone to Jerusalem waiting but in pain
For their Pastor Jesus of Nazareth had been crucified in vain
It was a turbulent time but a promise was about to be fulfilled
When all in attendance would become Holy Spirit filled
Understand that the power of God manifests in the midst of your pain
And recognize then the devil will try to paralyze you with shame
Know that when the Holy Spirit comes It comes to renew
Know that when the Holy Spirit comes it comes to make you a new you
There is promise in that pain that you're now feeling
Just trust in the Lord God there will be a healing
So be in the place of praise in spite of your pain
So that holy healing spirit of the LIving God on you can now rain
Now do more than just get it together you need to gird up your loins
Ready for a new horizon and a new dawn
Yes there are some who seem to be okay but are only Sunday converts
Wolves in sheep's clothing spewing perversity and hurt
To dance with the Spirit you need to want to be made whole
So that the Spirit can now come into your life and cleanse your heart, mind and soul
To dance with the Holy Spirit in the midst of your hurt, pain and shame
You need to have a relationship with the One whose name is above all other names