Best 100Th Poems
Poetry
Aged eighty Joyce started to write
Her poems my senses ignite
Imagery so divine
I just wish it was mine
Great poetry brings such delight
Making Fudge
Joyce really loves making fresh fudge
I wonder if I give Joyce a nudge
She will send to me
Her fudge recipe
From my kitchen I would not budge!
Tulip Parade
Without Joyce being sat in her seat
The parade would not be complete
Gardens Joyce does promote
On the flower club float
Her zest for life cannot be beat!
Gardening club
Joyce travels to state garden shows
Her knowledge of plants overflows
It would be a great idea
In her centenary year
To honour her name with a rose
100th Birthday
All soupers we must now rejoice
And shout out with united voice
That we just want to say
Have happy Birthday
To a fabulous poet named Joyce
Happy 100th Birthday Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
4/18/18
Categories:
100th, birthday, celebration, poetess, tribute,
Form:
Limerick
I do not know you well, Joyce
But I know your poetry
And your character and kindness
Are there for all to see
Your words are crafted carefully
And phrased with acumen
So woven like a tapestry
Of dreams, both now and then
Your brush is filled with imagery
Your canvas made of joy
Your poetic voice sings sweetly
With the care that you employ
Your temperance is gracious
With an empathy, profound
And all who read or know you
Are blessed to have you 'round
You write with such exuberance
And give to us, the same
So, it isn't any wonder
That "joy" is in your name
While I have never met you
I pray this poem imparts
My soul, which you have softened
Just one of many hearts
And perhaps, if I can query
Just one more grace of you
You'll share your words with us
Another century or two ...
All the best of wishes, friend ...
You are true POET ... through-and-through.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Happy 100th Birthday" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Sponsor.
Categories:
100th, birthday, friendship,
Form:
Quatrain
Well, what can I say to help you celebrate such a momentous day!
I would like to speak about the things I know best about you Joyce,
That would be your gracious gift of splendorous poetry you share.
I ordered your poetry book 'Lifetime Memories in Verse' a delight!
Your poem 'The perfect Age' sums up 'loving the age you are living.'
Such is a glimpse of the wisdom you have to offer your readers.
Your love of your mother shines a bright light in 'Mother's Tender Care'.
The tender poems you have written to celebrate the love of your family,
Now being the last of your brothers and sisters left alive and alone,
The joy of your three children, the loss of your first-born son reveals
How your strength and faith helped you to deal with such deep sorrow.
Your sweet poems about your love of cats and dogs are so inspiring.
Your talented and charming poem 'The Blackberry and the Rose' just
Made me smile for a long while because these kind of poems linger.
You have gifted a legacy of your life's experiences for family and friends
That's wonderfully displayed in your book, and on the back cover I was
Delighted to discover a picture that shares the beauty of you, the poet,
A world of wisdom you share in your poetry, and your kind love for all.
Blessings for the best to you, Joyce, on your wonderful 100th birthday!
© Connie Marcum Wong
PS I will be having knee replacement surgery tomorrow, so I won't be
able to reply for a while.
Categories:
100th, age, birthday, poetry, tribute,
Form:
Narrative
Have you been to a race with a horse?
There are many who like them, of course.
Who wins? We don’t know.
We can win, place, or show.
Any nearby racetrack is the source.
Categories:
100th, sports
Form:
Limerick
Happy Birthday Darling !
Cheers to your first one hundred years.
You're loved, honored and respected
by all your poetry peers.
Hope this day is special,
just like you are to us
and if this greeting makes you smile.
for me, that would be a plus.
You are a joy and a wonder,
someone to emulate and uphold
and I feel so very blessed to know
you and your heart of gold.
Categories:
100th, birthday,
Form:
Rhyme
Her older hand devoured the seeds
They crawled in the folds of her skin waiting to be free
As she sprayed them unto the loose wet soil
Her laughter of insanity filled the airs toil
For she has a plan to run the world
Her seeds of Darkness will grow to spoil
Her seeds of Darkness her only friends
As she will nurse them tall to see the worlds end
The water from her tears at night
Will help her spawns grow tough with sight
They grow so tall amidst her glow
Of lonely souls that she will know
She names them individually
One by one she sets them free
Her seeds spawn Angels so lovingly
But there is a problem with them she sees
They hatch and seek for mothers den
But she lay on the ground clutching her chin
She cant believe her eyes of deciet
The spawns are Angels of light not for defeat
I planted 100 seeds for my own
What happened to them all they have grown
To be a savior of light this cant be
But the 100th is yet to hatch let me see
As the seed breaks open on her 100th child
A blackened claw exits the cover of mild
Two horns break free of the lock and chain seed
Revealing dark wings twice the size of the breed
The 100th now stands taller than her
The 100th "chosen" one will help her endure
As she laughs again so hysterically
The 100th draws back and releases a deed
The deed of death across his mind
The so called helper of Devils kind
Pulls back his claws of blackened death
And enters her chest with a laugh of the best
The old lady looks into her childs eyes
Why do you do this to your mother with demise
I raised you to help me rule the world
As the 99 Angels of light flee from twirl
She sees them all fly away from her sight
Her babies ran away from the one who brought life
What stood before her was the 100th of dead
As her life and her blood spilled unto the floors bed
The 100th released his own seed of clones unto her
As the blood of the mom entered the seeds oh so pure
They all hatched baring resemblance to the 100th of lure
As they rose in the air they had been rescued by their dear
Categories:
100th, death, mother, light, light,
Form:
A birthday is a special marker
inside your volume, "Book of Life."
Between the markers lay the pages
of each year's happiness and strife.
And, like a story, life progresses
unfolding gently page by page,
the character and growing wisdom
that magnifies with each new age.
Joyce, with the coming of this birthday,
a special marker joins the rest,
the hundredth one among your pages,
says you are living life your best.
Your gardening, your moving poems,
and love of family so dear;
your gifted years of life we honor...
applaud your day with love and cheer!
April 12, 2018
For Premiere Contest, Occasional Poetry
Sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
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Written for Joyce Johnson's 100th Birthday, July 2018.
Joyce is a PoetrySoup Premium Member
and posted her first poem, March 21, 2005
Categories:
100th, birthday, tribute,
Form:
Verse
Philosopher Carl Yung
had a theory...
Every hundredth monkey
would come up with a
new idea which all the
other monkeys adapted
for the development of
the group's collective...
productivity.
Categories:
100th, education, funny, imagination, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
I wake as usual today and had my herbal tea when I remember today is my birthday. Oh my goodness, am I really 100? How did this happen?
I awake
to a dawn
older than I
Since turning 90, I pinch myself every morning to be sure I am still here. Yet I forgot this morning of all mornings! All my relatives are gathered to celebrate my birthday.
Again, I wonder is this reality or am I a figment of some god's imagination?
Oh well, whatever. . .
relatives gone
another dusk
nightbirds
Categories:
100th, age, birthday, winter,
Form:
Haibun
100 days to that day
The stars clapped
When the cap with your lip print
Landed in my hand, so perfectly and clear,
The print of your lips I could almost trace
So I cut to the chase, while my heart race
To the denial that I’ve got feelings for the lace
That follows your essence as you move past me.
Clearly you do not see me
Obviously my feeling does not scream
The cream on my lips that I keep plum does not suggest
My luminous corner craving your attention does not say.
The obvious luscious body in the dress I chose does not communicate.
Clearly my actions do not shout enough.
So, I wait for the 100th day.
For it was a 100 days to the perfect day
When expressing love in words is in order.
In wait I count down the days 100 to one.
At one you were still the one
None had my attention
None Held my heart arrest in the rhythm yours did.
Every word I chose stood pointed to you
Every expression expressly about you
Every choice of color as hot as you
Mine was yours and only yours
I watched you walk toward my beckon
Without reservation your steps bold towards me
I can swear I forgot to breathe
All I could hear was my heart beat to your steps
Though concrete and silent it was far reaching and controlling
One I did not resist.
Just a fraction of that attraction
I harbored and labored to control
Over powering as I Handed you the piece of me
That piece of hard paper that could only carry the words,
“Be My Valentine.”
Categories:
100th, fantasyheart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Who is this man who rose to sudden fame?
Captain Tom Moore is his official name.
A Yorkshireman who called a spade a spade,
Young Tom became an engineer by trade.
But turning twenty, life was put on hold
As World War 2 had started to unfold.
He joined the Duke of Wellington's platoon
And rose to rank of Captain pretty soon.
In Burma he opposed the Japanese,
And when his duties finished overseas,
Returning home to Blighty, there are tales
Of motorcycling sprees across the Dales.
Throughout the years he'd somehow found the knack
Of reaching out and trying to give back.
Which prompted the idea of raising cash
By giving daily sponsored walks a bash,
Donating funds towards the NHS
And thereby his deep gratitude express.
Despite these trying times he brings us cheer
Encouraging us all to persevere.
We heard him with determination say
'The sun will shine and clouds will go away'.
So on his hundredth birthday let us toast
A Yorkshireman more spirited than most.
29.04.20
Thomas Moore, known as Captain Tom, is a former British Army officer known for his efforts to raise money for charity in the run-up to his 100th birthday during the 2020 coronavirus pandemic.
Categories:
100th, appreciation, endurance, old,
Form:
Couplet
My 100th Poem on Poetry Soup!
I joined this wonderful community
with only a handful of poems to offer to this amazing group,
and just look at me now. 100 poems on Poetry Soup.
It most probably wouldn't have never ever happened
without the constant support and inspiration from each and every one of you.
Thank You
Categories:
100th, thank youpoems, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
On my 100th birthday I will glad to see
A blow torch of candles so very hot it will be
And I can tout in such a sincerest way
I have no enemies on this special day
For they have all passed from this mortal coil
As the years go by I have outlasted them in this greatest toil
To now sit back and broadly smile so easily
You see having a great life is the best revenge you see.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
100th, age, old,
Form:
Ballad
He was my papaw and he was my father's dad.
When he died in 1994, it was both tragic and sad.
If Papaw had survived, he would be celebrating his birthday.
If he hadn't died, he would've become 100 years old today.
He was born on July the 28th of 1923.
Today he would've lived for a century.
When Papaw took some medication, he became very sick.
He died six days after his birthday because he was allergic.
Dad was hurt by Papaw's death and so was I.
It's always painful to learn that a grandparent is going to die.
[Dedicated to Burley R. Johnson (1923-1994) who died on August 3, 1994]
Categories:
100th, birthday, grandfather,
Form:
Rhyme
My 100th Poem
by Rick Rucker
This is my 100th poem,
Enough to fill a (little) tome!
Yes, I know there is no such thing,
But writing these, to my Heart, does bring
A way to tell of all my Dreams,
Filling paper by the reams!
I've enjoyed them, every one,
Simply can't believe the Fun!
They also help me grieve,
Better than I could believe!
I've been up, and I've been down,
Recently in a hospital gown,
But there is this, and it is First,
For Love, it has helped to satisfy my Thirst!
Categories:
100th, happiness
Form:
Couplet