Time casts a heavy glow
On the world I left behind,
Transfixed on a new tomorrow,
All the new seeds I’ll sow.
Emerging is a new day,
How the light blinds my eyes.
Focus on the bright cascade
Of this everlasting rise.
Beneath the earth is trembling,
My footsteps unsure and numb.
The silence almost deafening—
I can almost hear Hope hum.
A quick glance back behind me
At the thralldom left behind,
Hope continues to remind me
Of all I’m rising from.
The dawn unfolds before me,
A light I’ve never known.
Each step is one small victory,
In this light I call my own.
A gentle breeze enfolds me,
Countless paths untrod.
With open arms, I gather
The dreams I once thought flawed.
Categories:
untrod, courage, hope, inspiration, journey,
Form: Rhyme
For one who was my first most precious love,
who drifted into my life like fresh snow,
he’s still the guy that my impressions of
remain like snow untrod upon although
it was late summer when he stirred in me
such dulcet longings. Like a butterfly,
my heart went dancing when we kissed, and he -
along with me - soared into velvet sky.
With myriad stars, the moon was blooming.
It peeked down at us in our passion’s play.
My love’s touch – soft cashmere - was consuming.
With headiness, we savored love’s parfait
when sun slid down and hid behind a hill.
That young man’s sweetness I remember still.
Categories:
untrod, romantic love,
Form: Sonnet
The Farmhouse
One evening before the sun was set
A memory came and stayed a while
Of a chalk white, sun bright path,
Untrod, passing by where I gazed
By a hawthorn hedge and a wooden style.
And I saw nearby a farmhouse stood,
Empty now and weather worn.
An old post box by an open gate,
In the sky the remnants of a passing storm
Above fields once gold with ripened corn.
It seemed now that a distant memory stirred
Where two children play and horses graze,
As if another had received the thought
And remembered that old abandoned place,
A farmhouse arisen from far past days
A letter lay in the collecting box,
The unknowing sender waiting some reply,
But no word came from that forsaken place
From that far farmhouse weather worn,
Only a distant memory passing by.
Barry Stebbings
March 2024
Categories:
untrod, memory,
Form: Rhyme
I have seen the fire blossom in snow
on the Himalayan peak
wondrous meteoric dust
rise in hymnal flames
Rode on shoulders of snowy giants
on heights untrod by human feet
bathed in mighty energies
released by countless contemplating seers
Erect they sit in hurricane and hailstorm
fortified by the valor of spirit
exerting hard to safeguard the cultural treasure
the time capsules embalmed in the racial memory
Light-bearing is the language of all creativeness in Art
the pan-human tongue, which every one understands
a peaceful all-unifying stream that flows in every heart
as the vehicle of the creative light into all recesses of life.
(Yayati poem)
Author: Madan Gandhi.
Categories:
untrod, adventure,
Form: I do not know?
Take the dead;
use their parts
to make a wretch,
this morbid art—
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
You are to blame
for the deadness
in your heart.
Great scientists
applaud you,
what— because you
play a god!
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
Broad paths
are better
left untrod.
Look in the mirror;
See the true beast!
You are the nightmare
stealing your sleep!
Oh, Frankenstein;
The self is the
monster that haunts
you—haunts me.
Categories:
untrod, allegory, creation, humanity, literature,
Form: Rhyme
All are unworthy. Each if us fail we are weighed
In the balance, the plumb line is streched over
Our ways, we fall like fruit before the harvest
Is here.' wasted in the very paths of redemption
We are close by..yet our ears are dim.!
Eyes full of sleep, we call out for sight.'
Yet we love apathy.' We do not struggle
Sin enfolds us, our days pass in turmoil
Like dew before the sun, we are a vapour
Those who know us, might search yet no
More will we be found, without help we
Are doomed.' The Great day approaches '
Yet we give no thought to salvation its
Path is the only one untrod by us.' The
Paths of anger and blasphemy we use'
But the valley of the dove.? We may never
Enter.? For its gate is low ' and we will
Not bow '
Categories:
untrod, angst, change, character, growth,
Form: Other
In this the third
Week of April
I loofahed from top to my toe
Every inch of
my scaly magnificence
bidding the lost parts go
Always loving a monday,
A first,ground zero
A change
Whether August or May
Or dawn of new day
I eagerly sought to know
To be at the pop
that starts a new race
On clean untrod virgin snow
What I sorely
lacked
Was conviction
In the self care
I hoped
To attain
To fall,then to rise
going wiser along
Without starting over again
Using what's gleaned
To propel me
To envision the pot holes and snares
Knowing that life
It is,what it is
Never advertised freely from cares
Categories:
untrod, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
We want them all to see our Lord,
We want our land to be healed again,
But can we put down our sword?
Can we pour down love like rain?
We want the world to see our God,
To hear His Voice, to trust His Word,
We cry and cry from deeps untrod,
But into dark paths, we are hurled.
We know the plans He has for us,
But are we ready to begin?
There is no time left to discuss,
Why we still like to play with sin?
Give us the power, the first love,
Don’t let us be asleep, lukewarm,
Watch over us from high above,
And make us towers, in the storm.
It has to start right here, right now,
With all of us with me and you,
You live in us, You’ll show us how,
Give us the strength Your will to do!
Categories:
untrod, care, christian, love,
Form: Rhyme
Every day I went away
Near fifty years of work
Pleasantly I spent the day
Midst temptation's lurk
Pretty women all around
Everywhere I turned
Dazzling smiles, alluring frowns
For so many my heart yearned
Alas, I was a married man
A trooper, faithful to his wife
But now she's gone, the field I scan ~
Ponder paths untrod in life
~ This, of course, is pure fiction ~
Categories:
untrod, desire, longing, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
A Time to Smile
Laughter never had a place
When growing up was hard to do,
So happiness came quietly
In places no one ever knew.
A smile inside where non could see
Or understand so sad a face
That people saw as thoughtfulness,
But me? a bright and sacred place.
Childhood memories filled with sun,
The walks alone through aged trees
Where spectral light kissed untrod paths
With only one to praise or please.
Life moves on while here I sit
And think of things that used to be
Aware that still my mind is full
Of joy still only shared be me.
If life should end how could I share
This secret that I've hid so well
For who is there to lend an ear
To stories that I now would tell?
Categories:
untrod, bullying, childhood, memory,
Form: Rhyme
True faith is never taught, it dwells inside-
from time of birth, expands within each soul;
a grant from God- that part of him to guide
our mind and heart- his gift defines us whole.
And it is true- most humans here on earth-
whatever culture, race, or creed- find God.
For by itself- faith spreads its sacred worth;
paved pathways to our soul- are not untrod.
June 16, 2020
Contest: Let The Pens Flow - Rhyme
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Categories:
untrod, god, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, children of a lesser god-
defects can steal your life away,
as you are judged by how you look,
or if you hear or speak, or see;
if arms and legs fail miserably-
or minds perform imperfectly.
We fail to see the worth inside
which often cannot let us know
that sometimes- there a talent lies-
above, beyond, what we believe
you are so given to conceive-
then, awed by what you do achieve.
Your real self may be entrapped-
so yearning to express those things
you can't define, yet live within.
And, if that spark is reared in stride,
savant, you will be classified-
child of a greater God espied.
Oh, children of a lesser god-
we must help hone your paths untrod.
April 5, 2020
~8th Place~
Contest: Children Of A Lesser God
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 04/18/2020
Inspired by the story of Kodi Lee, an autistic, blind young man
who is now a famous pianist and singer, after his mother
saw and supported well his inborn musical talents.
Link: https://youtu.be/pDPdRYF7hTQ
Categories:
untrod, caregiving, children, inspirational love,
Form: Verse
For years it had flown through dim canyons,
hollows where the mute sheltered in echoing caves.
Poems shifted loose and gearless.
Words darted for cover as if caught
in an empty bell tower.
On tongue-chilled days it would croon inarticulately
as it sang beneath jawbone rafters.
Then one drunken night I felt it clearing its windpipes,
coaching a squeaky organ into yawps of utterance.
I can see it now, a raw unlovely thing,
a creature hammered through gurgling fissures,
grown stark with a transpiring clarity.
I would mislay it like a lost penny,
go crazy to find its untrod trail again,
then it would return like a tramp begging at my door.
I hear it knocking now – a homeless angel
eager to shed the next paltry revelation
in a foundling language.
No longer is it a chance sighting,
no longer a luminous flutter on dark walls;
it is red of lip,
a painted vowel in my unbolted mouth.
A mouth that now divulges,
and sometimes in a dull turning year
may say something worth transcribing
for the ears of other madmen.
Categories:
untrod, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I ask, dear God, how can this be?
It rends my soul and stabs my heart!
How could they pass those bills, decree
these inhumane new rules will start?
It rends my soul and stabs my heart...
these facts about a choice made law;
these inhumane new rules will start...
humanity's horrendous flaw.
These facts about a choice made law!
To kill a life that's near complete;
humanity's horrendous flaw
to snuff it out...halt its heartbeat!
To kill a life that's near complete
or one that's fully born...dear God!
To snuff it out...halt its heartbeat...
a moral breach...till now, untrod.
Or one that's fully born, dear God,
how could they pass those bills, decree
a moral breach, till now, untrod.
I ask, dear God, how can this be?
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: A Protest Poem: A Poem With A Message
Sponsor: Stephen Pennell
Judged: 04/06/2019
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest III: Open Poetry
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 02/08/2019
Categories:
untrod, abuse, child, murder,
Form: Pantoum
Forgotten paths
Untrod valleys
Lonely nights
Quivering hearts
The lonely journey of life
Befriending the pain
Confronted with a brutal truth
The cold heartless stony truth
Pleading with the angel of death
To spare him the agony
To let his soul gently sleep
In the arms of the maternal sea
Under the hot Mediterranean sun
To toy with the winds and the tides
Ashes scattered under the
Paternal nurturing sun
Home and peaceful at last
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on December 27, 2018 for contest 2019 POETRY MARATHON MILE 5 sponsored by MARK TONEY
Originally posted on January 6, 2018
Categories:
untrod, angst, death, life, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
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