Best 2002 Poems
Before I knew the day, the time
He’d die,
I came home to him,
My little smile, knowing he’d
Be there, he was always there
Always aware I was his
Defender, his reminder that
Some of us were willing to believe
In his war with intruders
Intruders who were often invisible
Yet, unmistakably real
Like the thunder he accepted
With trembling heart, fear concentrated
It seemed almost a tangible thing,
Even as he squirmed from the peace
Of my arms, where there was
More love that a heart can bear,
Love rushing to his rescue,
When life didn’t seem to care
He knew me when I smiled and
When I cried, saw the darkness
Bipolar draws over the mind,
The soul, and the gentle that a prayer leaves
Behind, he knew me like I know
He would have died to protect me
From the pain of his passing
A pain that embraced me with lasting
Grief, permanent memories
A yearning for the four soft paws,
The echo of howls, the affectionate
Licking, gentling even the worst of doubts
With assurance that love is always
The way to bring music out of the clouds,
Poetry out of the whines,
Breathing hope into the moment
Just before yesterday becomes the memory
That silences the dark
Whispering joy to the heart
Who evokes – his little expression
When stroking him restored some semblance
Of the grace that has always shown me
The truth in his eyes, warm and caring,
Glowing with affection that comes to life
In those whose destiny is service
To those of us who hear the song they sing
Before their hearts grow wings!
‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Christmas, of course, and my main thought -
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
With a broken leg, I’m in a stew,
my house, the only bare spot.
‘Twas December, two thousand two.
Grandkids, my volunteer work crew,
tied my heart in a granny knot.
decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
Porch lights strung, manger scene askew,
my approval, they earnestly sought.
‘Twas December, two thousand two.
Front window tree, last thing to do;
they attack it, never being taught.
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
Year to remember, grandkids, do you?
a Christmas I have never forgot.
‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
December 28, 2020
contest: Deck the Halls (Villanelle)
sponsor: Joseph May
A bad taste washes around my mouth,
I screw up my face to spit it all out.
Over Nevada desert and endless sands,
This nightmare place such lonesome land.
Dark night skies over high wind seas,
Sat on the shore, it washes over me.
Blue washed to black as black became deep,
To unknown depths these weak limbs sink.
Darkness, darkness pushing me around,
I stand to fight, but always fall down.
Darkness, darkness covering this compound,
I've searched for light but it's unfound.
30 some years since
On the moon we were.
How old "our" then ?
How old "our" now ?
We played cards a few weeks befor,
We played cards a few weeks ago.
It was near full then,
It's near full now,
30 some years since last
We were on the on the moon.
This world of creativity…
Wonderful our Creator must be.
For you and I are here today.
Our sounds touch the air.
I am praying by a full moon.
The Motion of this universe
is where my thoughts are.
There where I tread the Presence of God.
I thank Him for His Wisdom.
I thank Him for He loves me.
He the Rhythm of this universe.
The Sound of this Air.
Fading in
Fading out
Waves that come
When there's no doubt
That love is near
And suns are close
You feel the one
You need the most
Its all about
Even though
Stood on shore
Waves to toes
Under amber skies
Touching seas of blue
All I'm thinking is:
Why not with you?
They still won't admit they fall short
They go on kidding themselves the truth
They go mad trying to be the perfect one
They are conspirators, who have too many times won.
They are artificial leaders who eventually get caught
They are trapped in the sinful body that drives them mad
They waste their time trying to be perfect, but they're always "sinning"!
They are forever being self-destructive; never winning
They can always do one thing, though - outnumber goodness to evil.
They will then be more Godly than anything
They yet still have on their minds, brainwashed by dogma, I am trapped in a sinful body.
She can't remember a woman who gave her ever so great advice
Instead of taking it, she risked her life on a dice
She told her how to respect and love herself in her youth
She didn't tell her what to do; it was her decision to choose
She warned her of dangers of the streets and drugs
She warned her not to go past kisses and hugs
She didn't listen; she hit the road and tried some smack
And on and on it went, and there was no coming back
She then got sick from an angry man who raped it her
She lost her mind, she was crashing, but too late to get clean.
And the young woman died from the sickness at only nineteen
The woman heard about the her death and thought it was a dream
If only she had taken a thought to the wise woman's words
She could have been saved if she had listened to what she heard
Class of 2002,
this year is at it's end.
Juniors we will be next year,
while keeping our Sophomore friends.
Although I will be leaving soon,
I take a part of this school with me,
Knowing next year will be a newer place,
where you'll no longer be.
I take each memory shared by us,
the good, the bad, just them all.
Through each day I'll think of you,
our bonds standing me up tall.
We'll think our time is getting near,
we'll be so happy and proud.
But when the time is actually here,
tears will fall in a cloud.
No matter where I go,
I'll be with all of you.
As you'll be a class of Seniors one day,
So will I, just with someone new.
Dedicated to: Roane County High School, Class of "2002"
Sucks I had to move away.
A froth of turquoise topped waves
pummeled the lava stone
grinding asphalt-black slabs into bits which hugged the waters edge.
Skeletal shards of white coral were scattered
amongst the dried, scorched after birth.
Relentlessly, the ocean pounded
leapt with a jet-engine roar into the air.
Balancing droplets of salt water
upon lichen covered shelves and prominences of pitchy rock
Growth in the cauldron of the Crone.
St Judes sent a picture of Bryce
under it two big numbers
counted out a small life
I said to myself
"He lost his fight."
one of the plights
of human life
every month St. Judes
send's a picture
one of the little ones
fighting cancer
every month
i say a prayer
"excuse me God.
are you there?
here's this little one
trying very hard.
cure this childs cancer,
if You can find it in your heart."
now i'm wondering
what i'll say today
looking at the picture
it's usually time to pray
now is time to ask Him
does praying really matter
when i say those words
does someone get better
if God is God
how can anyone get sick?
if He really loves us
He'd take care of it
long ago, God made St Judes
it was one of his answers
He made up for you
so if your still wondering
if God still answers prayers
take a look at St. Judes
and you'll find answers there
One day this will all be over and
All these tears will fade away.
One day I’ll hold everything in my hands and
Make it mine and my heart will understand this life.
One day I'll take a chance and
Find myself underneath all of this pain, I created for my world, and
I will let it go, setting myself free.
One day I'll be satisfied with who I really am,
One day I'll realize I was really happy,
One day will always be one day to late.
One day ends up being an every day struggle,
One day some how became today.
I am free, so totally free
Yet the anger still lies in me
So many tell me, let it go, let it be
But I tell them it is so plain to see
I will though, one day get over this
I will one day find the one for me to kiss
But until then I feel trapped
Though really I am not
In reality, I am totally free
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were are my peoms that i posted years a go.i had lots of poems ,from poerty .com2001-
07now there is nothing here,yes iam mad,you would be to,all my songs ,the rhyme was one
it mattres or not,alsoome of my best poems what did you all do with all them poems from
poerty .com?