by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
inspirational, introspection,
Frail humans we are and mistakes are made,
but there will be a time to pay
for pain inflicted on others.
Run swiftly from dark clouds hovering above,
baggage like an albatross around our necks --
cast it aside.
Commit to offering kind words,
compassion to all,
bestowing brotherly love.
Make amends when possible
for harmful acts, even negative thoughts,
and promote harmony.
When we stand at heaven’s gate,
we’ll not be asked about material possessions,
but how much love we gave.
The prince and the pauper
will be judged as equals
when the tab comes due.
*Entry for Paula’s “How Due You Dew” contest
Written September 8, 2011
by Gary Smith |
Categories:
peace, silence, solitude,
I'd love to build a magical kite
Then find myself a steep hill,
Strap myself in, wait for a gust,
Oh just imagine the thrill.
Off I would soar, into the blue,
To mingle high with the clouds,
Free as a bird, no worries or cares,
Away from mind numbing crowds.
I'd fly high, over the briney
And glide like a lone albatross,
I'd steer towards the horizon,
Then over the ocean I'd cross.
In joyful abandon, up there in the sky
Soaring in rapturous mood,
But that I could, just for a day,
Be lost, in such blessed solitude.
by Jay Del Fierro |
Categories:
hope, lost love, love,
Path lost...starcrossed
on the wings of an albatross
Flying through such stormy weather
battle elements,but not together
Sun setting....upsetting
deprived of love they should be getting
Alone they walk on different oceans
stormy seas disrupting motion
Soulmates....never too late
two lovers fate as must they wait....
....my mind gets ahead of me
since you're the only one I see....
by Roy Pett |
Categories:
break up, loneliness, lost love, missing you, sorry,
Looking through my tainted window of gloom
grey skies, rain falling, feeling sorrow
impatiently wanting life to resume,
will things change, get better tomorrow,
sure that grass was greener the other side,
not walking a mile in your well trod shoes
now ashamed looking for somewhere to hide
didn't realise how easily I would bruise,
underestimate this feeling of loss
an unidentifiable man anymore
floundering like a wounded albatross,
indecent intentions, now I deplore
apologises are unheard, your not here
didn't know how so much I loved you dear.
by Mustofa Munir |
Categories:
love,
I have gotten the deepest meaning of
Your pronounced words,
Now then, remove your veil of gray silence,
Whisper to me or scream at me!
I am longing to hear all your words—
Secret or revealed,
Not so long ago we jostled the crowd
To meet each other like
Big billows of the sea dashing over the rocks
With profound ruthlessness,
Like blue water in a lagoon riddled by the
Prolonged chorus of ducks,
Like echoes of shrieking albatross on
The belt of pines across the sea,
Like tempestuous wind of the north,
So, remove your veil of gray silence now and
Whisper to me or scream at me!
by Joe Dimino |
Categories:
christian, faith, humanity, inspirational, spiritual, surreal, wisdom,
Love is thought
needing a subject
and predicate
lover and object
blossom and voyeur
dreaming fond connections,
often crossing taboos
of distance…
exchanging scents and feel,
the bow, rudder and keel
of relationship
Yet, that mystery remains
the lone whale basking
seeming above the ripples
the albatross on a still night
soaring on unseen current
a collapsed sail undisturbed
by bleeding sunlight
which will I be today?
God or His Man?
by Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib |
Categories:
bird, dedication, love,
Lady Albatross
Our love span long on the wing
My one and only
17.10.31
Composed for Viv Wigley's
"Love Letter"
by Kathryn Smith |
Categories:
absence, betrayal, depression, heartbreak, lost love, passion, romance,
You're a myth that I cannot explain
Unheard of, perhaps
But the consequence is the same
The moments you care are what intrigue me the most
But loyalty is dead
A contrary anecdote
Fascination is key to lure the lamb in to stay
But this story is different
The lion is the prey
I'm just an albatross that drives you insane
Your cannibalism for my soul
I soar through your veins
And when I try to push the burdens out of my mind
Lasty, you linger
From the strength I cannot find
So continue I will
“You aren’t real
You aren’t real.”
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
beautiful, emotions, feelings, , cute,
Looking back on my puppy love
I remember how cute he was.
Dancing at the disco to Albatross.
Body to teenage body.
Not long past puberty.
That pulsing bass beat.
That first kiss was French.
Down on the quay.
My father not too far away.
Taxi driver for the night.
Still we were enraptured.
Entwined in innocent embrace.
I will never forget those lips on mine.
True love has eluded me.
Although I search in vain.
I have been abused in every way.
So if I must make a choice,
Take me back to those teenage boys.
Send some puppy love my way.
by Orma Sullivan |
Categories:
introspection,
When you find that many splendored thing in you,
you will know it.
But, do not confuse this knowing
with any former time.
Cast your mind into it--as if you were
the ancient mariner himself--
And let the line be carried deep
and far from your sails of safety.
Listen for the voice of the albatross
as it sings your love song homeward.
by David Brown |
Categories:
humor, lost love, poets,
She told me she loved Pushkin
and yet somehow, she loved me
my gentle heart and purple prose
made her think of Mister P
Awash in florid idioms
and romantic imagery,
my modest little poems
drew this blazing star to me
For her, I wrote of Helen
and the conquerors of Troy,
for her, I wrote of passion
and of my unbridled joy
I poured my heart, my very soul
into each word and verse,
but genius is an albatross
of which I've not been cursed
Alas, I am no radical
and I'd never fought a duel,
so it wasn't long she saw my work,
provided little fuel
And so, the shadow of Eugene
eclipsed what I'd beguiled
and I retreated, as I would,
while Pushkin's ghost just smiled
by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories:
betrayal, lost love,
Saturninity
Blackness in brimming day light
and heart sorely bled on my plight,
Abysmal love that I trusted found,
his pretense left me absolutely astound,
My thoughts are now so forlorn,
soul distressed and utterly torn,
Time swivelled joys to end in frown,
as whole world came toppling down,
As if drowning deep into lagoon of grief,
where empathy balm hurls no relief,
Yearning for one feigned embrace,
will evanesce every fraction of his image,
Flustered by the time's toss,
my esprit is merely an albatross.
Written Dec 2nd, 2015
For contest by Tommy boy
by Crystal Bellman |
Categories:
life, love
Albatross
This man is now the Albatross.
That hangs around my neck.
Into my life he came.
Now it`s a huge mighty wreck.
I don`t give him all the credit.
And take some of the blame.
While I was living my life.
He was playing a game.
He makes me rethink everything.
I have ever done.
Was I ever told the truth?
Or was it all pretend?
I feel so embarrassed.
I feel hurt and used.
I wonder what other women.
Knows what I've been through.
This man is now the Albatross.
That hangs around my neck.
by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories:
adventure, fantasy, imagination
Looking in the mirror,
Who is it she sees?
Is it her?
No longer the young girl,
But someone more mature,
More grown up,
So very beautiful.
Loved by so many,
Love returned many times over,
Loves all with passion.
A crystal ball on her dresser,
Reflecting the past, the future, all.
A crystal vision, so clear,
But not for all to see.
The Albatross takes flight,
Wings spread wide open,
Drifting on winds currents,
A journey undertaken,
Coming for her.
It is time for a change,
Bring her to the one,
The one she is meant to be with.
They both have waited so long,
It is time
by Edward Babatunde |
Categories:
angst, loss, philosophy, social, hate,
In our deepest despair,
When misfortune like an albatross
Swoops down on us,
We let them burn,
All we love most...
When sore and unsure,
Separated from false strength
And all which gave false comfort,
We build brick walls...
Rather than bridges.
Yet we learn not
And hate that inborn impulse
To seek solace when hurt,
So we spurn true friends...
And hate our vulnerability.
by Catelyn Meeker |
Categories:
absence, anger, betrayal, break up, conflict, dark, emotions,
You are pretentious; I
Am naive.
I don’t love you; I love
The idea of you that
Arrests my throbbing brain.
Abuser, cheater, liar, snake.
You are rotten from the inside
Out just like me.
I buried myself six feet into the
Dewy ground where worms crawl
Through the holes that once were
Eyes, and I bang, bang against the
Coffin because I forgot I’m
Still alive.
You albatross; you burden me
With your incessant photographs
Of your precious, evolved life.
It could have been my life too.
I don’t love you...yet I do.
by Edward Babatunde |
Categories:
introspection, life, people, philosophy, socialhate,
In our deepest despair
when misfortune's albatross
swoops down on us,
we let them burn...
all we love most...
When sore and unsure
separated from false strength
and all which gave comfort,
We build brick walls...
Rather than bridges.
Yet we learn not
and hate that impulse
to seek solace when hurt,
we spurn true friends...
And hate our vulnerability.
by Constance La France |
Categories:
bird,
Albatross
An effortless flight with barely a wing beat,
following ships for hours to eat.
They love the windy swept sea,
diving deep with glee.
Protection,
key
direction.
Stop spilled oil at sea!
I send the whole world a plea,
the fishing nets dragging, trap their feet.
"an effortless flight with barely a wing beat"
___________________________
February 19, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Andaree/Albatross- An effortless flight with barely a wing beat
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1116-387-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Andaree is a poetic form created by Andrea Dietrich of Poetry Soup.
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
death, life, love, autumn,
The solemn wraith that passes,
once a child whose life in stasis
fell, cursed by the cruel kiss of fate,
scuds as the Autumn clouds across
the full moon of the grieving mind.
Disappearing as the Winter snows
when Spring rain drills the grey repose,
young victim of an adult hate,
in memory you still bear the loss;
each sorrowed thought serves to remind.
The solemn wraith that passes,
wept and shadowed like molasses,
fixes at your throat an amulet
and holds there fast the albatross,
the cross-born love of womankind.
by Mario Vitale |
Categories:
anxiety, art,
it starts as a baby alone
then in no time it will roam
searching for little minnows in its beak
hunting and gathering
in time spreading its wings
taking flight at night to a distant land
let me be the first to help you understand
beautiful in it's colorization
a break on a vacation
flying ever higher then ever before
there a love does know
how long of the flight of the Albatross
this is no tragic loss
drifting along the ocean shore flow
lest i implore another opened door
a loving bird as if you haven't heard
higher and higher straight up will fly
watch the Albatross soaring to ever new heights.
forget the night and the day is far spent
by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories:
feelings, relationship, remember, sad love,
I wanted to say ...
but I didn’t
Regrets unsaid
has my bowed head
leaving upon my barren ground
a trail of tears
I wanted to tell you ...
but I foolishly didn’t
Contrition unsaid
is an albatross millstone
wrapped around my feeble legs
Pulling me to the depths
of a watery, unforgiven grave
I wanted to say ...
but I didn’t
Regrets unsaid
are the mourning dove tears
of the living dead
by Hilo Poet |
Categories:
analogy, beautiful, character, farewell, heart, inspiration, love,
At any proffered instant, implies love.
Love stays consistent midst souls synergy.
Offerings concerning depth, flights a dove.
Heightens promptly per blazon glittery,
Albatross compensation inwardly.
Avarice charms enlighten, not consume,
Lure some timeless, tempestuous heirloom.
Wherein, the victor and victim cite one,
Abreast wants, vies will and secure the Sun.
Yonder Moon slides past where love must be sprung,
Symptoms the seasons, love sheds age, e'er young.
Format: ababb, ccddee
Date: 08/16/2016
by Christy Gomillion |
Categories:
anger, angst, betrayal, break up, sad,
She wove a tapestry of tender grace,
A silken thread of affection's embrace.
He, a tempest, a tempestuous soul,
Cast shadows deep, beyond control.
She, a beacon, radiant and bright,
Bathed him in the aureate light
Of her devotion, pure and true,
But he, oblivious, sailed through.
He, an incubus, a fleeting guise,
Lured her with illusory skies.
She, with an albatross of adoration,
Yearned for a flight, a love above.
But he, a maelstrom, dark and deep,
Dragged her down to the ocean's keep,
Where hope, a fragile, opalescent gleam,
Drowned in the abyss of his cold, cruel dream.
by Jane Vandoe |
Categories:
appreciation, art, dream, fate, mentor, tribute, truth,
To Vincent... who will never know
The love I feel and cannot show
Of kaleidoscopes on linen snow
To Vincent... shaded as a fool
Whose isolation fractured rules
With genius crowned delusional
To Vincent... socially denied
Whose brilliance is immortalized
By majesty viewed through his eyes
To Vincent... dubbed an albatross
Who dwelled in dreams of splendor lost
Whose vision held a fatal cost
To Vincent... bathed in spectral light
Whose palette moved him to vast heights
Whose epic is A Starry Night
by Deb Wilson |
Categories:
lost love
There is something brewing
I can see it reflecting in the mirrors
Deep within all the smokescreens
I feel the albatross of inevitable conclusion
But you are still filling me up
Coloring my tightly contained world
With hungry words and intoxicating hope
I will paint up my face
Clothe myself in the best foot forward mode
And when you vanish without a trace
I'm likely to hear your voice in my dreams
See your face on my walls until
I know for sure what you really are
Know for sure who I am