Best 11 Poems
Armstrong, Collins and Aldrin
were the three that made up the crew
to be the first men to set foot on the moon
was what they were determined to do.
1969 was the year that it happened
16 July was the day
early that morning the blast- off took place
Apollo 11 was sent on its way.
They went over their plans for 3 or 4 days
on their way as they traveled through space
then it was time to descend to the moon
and gently land on its face.
On 20 July they made their descent
in the lunar module they commanded
History was made when we heard these words
"Houston, the Eagle has landed."
Neil Armstrong stepped out of the Eagle
and uttered these words so defined
"One small step for man
one giant leap for mankind."
An American flag was left on the moon
as a reminder of what they had done
they returned to Earth on July 24
their success was second to none.
This event went down in History
its success helped us to learn
that though other planets are quite far away
we can go there and safely return.
America the Free ~ America the Brave ~
Freedom with price Capitalism attacked
the many taken hearts broken still
one World try to rebuild
sadness and tears fall hard with fears
guilt by association many accused still
souls evaporated shattered dreams
tears fall on innocence left with anger
The proud fearless knew the inevitable
policeman fireman many lives lost
grieving does not stop 12 years later
New York city once proud & shameless
refusing to let fears in protecting ours
left in shock still question's unanswered
nothing learned nothing gained
ready to attack many left behind
anger greets denial anger meets rage
unacceptable still refusing new love
wanting days to rewind let us go back in time
acceptance allowing the victims leave in peace
the brave taken young leaving us sadly old
haunting dreams lost spirits dwell
no answers to hate never forgetting that day
Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate
entering our City we stand with the fallen
How to fix how do we Change
This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~
How can i behold your face again
when my eyes are ladden with tears?
How shall i hear the rushing wind of your voice
when my ears are deafened
by the silence within?
How shall i ever fondle your face again,
when my arms are withered by solitude?
At dawn i can not find you.
At noon i listen in vain for your laughter.
In the night season, my forlorn heart sighs
as it would its last.
The moon`s probing eye finds a way to my heart.
It is your reflection
that stretches in the dust.
Where once i had summer
i now have winter.
Your love which i once have felt
i now can feel no more.
You re so far away.
...so far away.
...so far away.
WORLD WAR 11 THROUGH THE EYES OF MY MOM
POEM NO. 1 OF TRILOGY
World war 11 was nearing its end,
The Nazis losing ground
In Russia, been driven out of Moscow,
Everywhere snow bound,
Dying like flies because of the bitter cold,
No Food, no shelter, just attack after attack by
The Russians, the bold!
Meanwhile, the whole of Europe
Glued to their radio,
Listening to how the allies
Were pushing the enemy back,
The morale of the people was
Beginning to crack,
It was time, enough was enough,
War was no fun,
The Greek folk were done!
My mum and her friend next door
Would visit each other,
Warned so often by my grandfather
And her friend’s brother,
Beware, the march of the Nazi boot,
Their knock on your door,
No reason required , they would just shoot
Or else men dragged out to be shot,
Because a Nazi soldier was found dead
Revenge to the Nazi’s was sweet,
They had taken the Greeks peoples means
Their bread
For over four years,
The Greeks had shed many tears.
Leaving wives, daughters, sisters bereft to pine,
The Nazi’s war crimes were not ‘klein’!
No light
At night,
To show through their curtains,
So blankets hung up in fear
Of their lives
The Nazis fearless
Cared not who survives!
The sound of gunshots was an everyday thing,
For every Greek shot, the church bells would ring!
The Greek underground
Was profound,
Working with the French, they made victory sound.
The allies were advancing
And the Germans retreating,
Small pockets of them stayed behind,
They had to surrender, or die,
As the British troops marched through the streets
Liberating Greece, A child beats
On his drum,
His mom thankful the good guys have come!
So many cheers
The Greek peoples tears,
Had rained down for years.
Athens the capital of Greece was now free,
In the name of The Father,The son, and The Holy Spirit,
All made the sign of the cross, the Holy Three
The date October nineteen forty four
The fear of the Nazi boot at their door,
No more!
Jesus came to earth as a man
but still had His divinity on show
being complete as God and man
no one had seen His like, hey hello!
Jesus loved especially three special friends
Lazarus and his two sisters were so close
their brother was ill in need of help
sent for Jesus who delays before He goes
Jesus came to raise Lazarus from the dead
but before that shows He does shed tears
His emotion was stirred proving His love
showing that His Father in heaven hears
Jesus sympathizes with our feelings
He knows how frail and feeble we are
so that when we feel fears within
our Lord draws near being not far
Jesus is God and showed Himself man
so we can know His wonderful love
shedding tears sent from heaven
today assures us Jesus is always enough
(John 11:35-"And Jesus Wept." )
then ...
we watched a
world weeping blood
one man's heavenly hope
humanity's horror ...
steel like butter, melting
strange birds in stranger air ... flailing
sirens in chorused agony
for those whose voices were silenced
perfect azure vault, stained
with poison ...
breath of ashen brutality
the incense for an evil anointing
a somber search for survivors
for bodies, answers, hope ... for God ...
death screamed at the sky and opened the keep
(truth tumbling into darkness)
two decades down and
it still whispers ...
waits ...
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice 8, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
pages turn brown
embark on lost years...
timeless thoughts
9/11 Attacks
The day began like any other
The sun rose, scattering to work,
Settling into their day, with a smirk.
8.46am thousands of lives, would change,
North Twin Tower was hit by a plane,
People thought, NO, that’s insane.
News came to those, yes it was true,
Some knew and others didn’t have a clue.
Terror attacks was announced
Disbelief from civilians, on the ground.
9.03am, no, not again
The South Tower was hit, oh Amen.
Survivors running for their lives,
Passing the dead, that, they did dread.
Parts of bodies everywhere,
We had no time, to stop to care.
We had to get out, as fast as we could,
Everyone knew, that was understood.
People jumping from the towers,
Things happened in minutes,
Which seem liked hours.
Flights hijacked, 93,77 and 175
All the passengers, tried their best
To stay alive.
Life that day, was out of control,
When the buildings were demolished
It left, a great big hole.
90 countries, lost loved ones,
Firefighters, military
And police, are many of the rescue Workers,
that now rest in peace.
Estimated up to 19,000
In the towers upon attack,
So hard to believe
That this maybe fact.
Years later, people still dying,
To the families, related this
Is terrifying.
Exposed toxins from ground zero,
Pregnancy losses, cancers
No one can find answers.
A memorial was made
For all to see,
A reminder of life,
No one would disagree.
Pay your respect, for those we lost,
And say a prayer,
For no extra cost.
This moment in history,
the world will remember,
Let’s come together,
United we stand,
Hand in hand,
Let’s show the world what we can withstand.
Form:
"Put on channel seven.
My Lord!! What have they done!
I can not believe it..
they killed my only son!"
Raised with respect.
Never a problem.
Worked hard as a Man.
Problems..he would solve them.
He did well in College..
He struggled..but made it through.
Held his chin up when he was down.
Gods help..guided him through.
He put down his cup of coffee.
Kissed his daughters face.
Ran to catch the bus.
To join the daily race.
On the 105th floor,
"Ding!" and he steps out.
He can already hear.
His boss’s vivid shouts.
It’s 9:15.
We are staring at the screen.
The worst disaster I have ever seen.
The building collapsed.
My heart went numb.
Where..Oh! Where,
is my only son?
Did he make to the office?
Lord tell me..it’s not true.
God, take me instead of him!
Please help him get through.
"Where is my Daddy?"
I was staring in her eyes..
I saw it then..she realized.
"Why would they do it?
..What have they done?
I said, "We are not to hate but..
..but they have killed my only son."
Haiku 11/14/2016
Come closer my love
touch softly with stolen light
a Winter’s darkness
John G. Lawless
11/14/2016
An honest friend
doesn't tell you words
you wish to hear
but tells you words
you need to listen to.
Sugar-coating is for candies
Friendship deserves better.
The second your name, touches my lips, sweet spring warmth blooms upon them,
The sun, becoming my smile, radiating from my body, my soul.
Oh, the garden of roses that bloom beneath the moon, watered by my simple tears,
and bloomed in your love, our growing love.
The silver wash that falls down upon us, wiping away the stains that once pained us,
Now we are bathed, yet it does not burn, yet it does not freeze, perfection.
Oh for the eternities that i could lay with you, your arms the only protection i need,
Your lips, the sweet ocean salt, the taste of your skin, all that i hunger.
Your eyes, the only place i shall ever become lost within, oh within your heart forever.
Your hands upon my skin, mine upon yours, sweat blending into the sexiest fragrence,
there is no space between our bodies, should there ever be?
our tounges tying, dancing, deepening each and every kiss,
long and slowly, we make love, fast and rough we experiment, enjoying sexuality.
darling, oh i long to feel your skin, to feel you deep within.
can you hear my whispers? can you hear my pants? can you hear your name?
or can you only hear mine? are you yelling it out like i am, yours?
soon our lips will meet, and create a thousand volts of electricity,
we could short the town, we could shut the world down,
screaming out our passion, screaming out your name.
Oh and the rain has washed away our pain and fears,
and the beautiful sun has dried up all our tears.
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COVID-19
A Sequel To 9-11
Written: by Tom Wright
10/19/01- 4/3/2020
During trying times,
We often search our dark lonely passageways.
Finding scant light
To help us through our days;
As faith's novices,
We often consider that sight
With anguish, fear, and utter disdain;
Faith, prompts us to believe the glow at tunnel's end,
Is our ray of hope, not the last train?
“He who has health has hope,
And he who has hope has everything”
Arab Proverb
When dulled down shock painfully became
a pickaxe ache behind shimmering eyes,
the bludgeoning screen hammered memory cells
repeatedly, over and over.
Tears exploded, soft rain dampened flame,
the grumbling dust cloud debris disguised
broken hearts bursting in agonised swells
searching for life confirmation.
Crashed vultures, evil in senseless flight,
beating humanity for hours like a drum,
cramping the breath with holocaust claws,
gleefully gloating, gloating.
Yet humanity does not die in the night,
by the warped wicked ways of fanatical scum,
humanity fades not, nor crawls on all fours
the prey of abomination.
Could Hitler pulverise humanity dead,
could Stalin annihilate it's very soul,
could Hussein defile it's essence to dust,
could they, hell.
It arises from rubble and ashes instead,
steel resurrection, reassembled whole,
in the love and pride of people it must
elicit restoration.
Beneath the veil of despair-crippled night
a broken city seethed neon 'till morning,
mortal wounds blazed and shone in rebirth,
defiantly living, living.
And hope prevailed in each bulb burning bright,
in each filament, tube, each spark a new dawning
of all that Heaven allows on Earth,
a prayer-shot inspiration.
The carnage of angels bedazzled with pain,
yet the courage and conscience of saints empowered
a neon-lit love of brother for brother,
a blinding, blinding sight.
From sorrow and sacrilege raining again
humanity's wonder, upon them was showered
the love of the brave and the just for each other
that they become the light.
911 poem
I see flames and smoke
Terrorists thinking it a big joke
Sounds of eplosions in the air
Screams and cries are everywhere
Little children dying
At home the parents are crying
Sounds of sirens ring to my ears
The looks on peoples faces is fear
People jumping from buildings
Thinking there going to have a chance to live
Smoke is burning there eyes
hearing loud cries and sounds of breaking thighs
the smell of corps and the look of it,
you pray to god you dont have to go throught the pain and fear they went through
people sitting at home watching this tradgity
watching the deaths of other peoples families
you think your life is perfect until oneday
it all goes up in flames
by mandy parsons
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