Best Deb Wilson Poems
Below are the all-time best Deb Wilson poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
There is a child that looks like me.
Years from now still won't be free.
You'll want to rock her in your arms.
Keep her safe from all that harms.
Some things you simply don't forget.
And there is shame that haunts me yet.
The stark reality is this-
I find it hard to share a kiss.
Children are meant for love and prayers.
Not sneaking footsteps on the stairs.
Fear grows where refuge should be.
Hate floats on a toxic sea.
In all these years sorrow still lives.
A broken spirit but strong will gives
reason to find a better way.
This child is loved by me today.
steal their land
then dine with them....
no reservations needed
**for Chris Aechtner's Yet Another Senryu contest
those dark eyes give wings to me...
passion flies within
willow soft lashes
framed upon a work of art...
masterful the gaze
lips that taste of wine
tantalizing nectar sweet...
cannot turn back now
By Deb Wilson
for contest"Eyes First Meet"
sponsored by Michael Falotico
So thick with rain,the rancid air
into the jungle pours.
Young soldiers with their feet on fire
keep on despite the sores.
This war is one that no one wants
and no one understands.
Young men and women give their lives
in these far Asian lands.
Back home these kids are shown disdain;
they're spit upon and worse.
When they come home from Viet Nam
in airports they are cursed.
A blight upon our history
was this long standing war.
But we should show the vets respect
for suffering they bore.
written by Deb Wilson
January 12th, 2013
for contest "Historical Modified Quatrain"
The waves are lapping,do I dare to say
that they are tickling my bare bottom so.
And I am laughing out loud as we play.
My sweet darlin' and I go toe-to-toe
as into the deep blue yonder we go.
He traces all the freckles on my back;
it seems he nearly has a heart attack!
As I start to shake out my long,wet hair
he finds he's face to face with my clothes rack.
You see,I'm standing up now,proud and bare!
There was a time when I was very shy;
you wouldn't catch me undressed in the light.
But then one day I met my special guy
who let me know that my curves were just right.
My naked form was a beautiful sight.
So we swim around this ocean like fish.
I'll whisper in his ear and grant each wish.
When we reach the shore we'll roll in the sand
like sugared doughnuts stacked up on a dish.
I feel wild and free as I take his hand.
for contest"Your Birthday Suit"
sponsored by Cyndi Macmillan
I will draw unto the depths of my soul to love my life.
Although there are sorrows and some travesties along the journey
I bend like a tree in the wind,strong,proud and beautiful.
The lady was brave as she could be
And she went down in history
As one who stood up for her race
The whites said she should know her place
She boarded the bus like all the rest
Not knowing she'd be put to the test
The bus driver yelled back with a frown
"Get up you four,let this man sit down"
The driver and man were white of course
But Rosa refused to respond to force
She knew in her heart that she had a right
So she quietly sat there prepared for the fight
Rosa Parks knew what this would cause
To boldly ignore the Jim Crow laws
Thus a city bus boycott began
Martin Luther King Jr. became her fan
In Montgomery,Jim Crow's called unfair
Some think the rights movement began there
When a lady courageous remained in her seat
Refusing to give herself up to defeat
And so in December of fifty five
The civil rights movement became alive
When Rosa and all the other brave souls
Would go down in the history rolls
* for Carolyn and James's "History " contest
love is fresh and new
but grows strong like an oak tree
sweet shade in the sun
foundation of trust
hearts and souls given freely
thoughts that live as one
kisses like nectar
skin to skin and arm in arm
song sung endlessly
One summer day I was just past twenty
feeling as usual alone and apart.
When in she walked with smiles aplenty.
and whispered quietly into my heart.
"I'm your sister ! " she proclaimed to me.
And all I could do was burst into tears.
Such a wondrous sight she was to see
melting away those long, lonely years.
Our mama had passed some years ago
leaving us both in a tortured life.
Sis and I were soon to know
a lack of love impales like a knife.
Apart from each other we grew up sad.
We both lived under a cloud of pain.
I was thinking it never got better than bad
till I saw my beautiful sister again.
Since then we've made up for time lost
sharing all our joys and sorrows
keeping in sight those bridges crossed.
Now we'll surely know bright tomorrows.
Flying oh so high above the silhouetted trees
in stark of night salvation comes and floats me on the breeze.
I've sipped the sweet nectar of grace and laid forth all my dreams.
I'll likely fall but I won't fail,I'm nourished by moonbeams.
The light begins to filter through as dawn now beckons in.
The weary stars fade fast away and let the sun begin.
So goes the dance of sheltered wishes,destiny unspoken.
A painted sky will heal my soul and fix whatever's broken.
Tenderly I hold these dreams and see them to fruition.
Above the clouds are where they live awaiting love's nutrition.
Now every breath I draw will be succinctly mine to keep.
Eyes that see such dreams of beauty surely cannot weep.
written June 17th,2013
for contest "Above The Clouds"