Best 2019 Poems


Premium Member If Only You Knew 2019

Golden sun enlightens contours of violet arc
Painting mauve motifs on canvas of cosmic art
When constellation of dewdrops sparkle on grass
And thoughts of your allure enchant my heart,

As in pristine meadows of sensuous past I walk 
Holding hands of dawn to reminisce love that was
When you come along, cheering one more dance--
Oh, how I regret, not kissing that ebullient morn,

Strolling in memoirs of your favorite garden
Where gardenias court scent of rose blossoms,
Crafting ode of love that's silent on fervor--
Alas, you've never heard rhythm of my poem,

Shrouded in metaphors that proffer not a clue
But it's always been true: there's no one but you
For you see it enunciated in language of runes
Where dreams you dream are passing through.

Wish you knew I worship the ground you walk on
And love everything about you just the way you are
And ache for your moon, wish for your stars,
For no one but you makes me feel--I have it all.

August 26, 2019
Placed 2nd: If only you knew poetry contest by Silent One
HM: Strand special 7 by Brian Strand

Premium Member Poetry Soup and America 2019

Poetry Soup and America, 2019

A country rich in schools and diversity.
Many here have esteemed college degrees,
Yet, why do Americans communicate by smileys?
Worse, we cannot hold a conversation
Neither on the telephone, nor in person
"Gotta run, gotta go", "Text me later".

Why did I ever go to a university?
Why does anyone ever want to go?
You will end up like the rest, living
your entire day on texts!
Unable to write a complete sentence.
Even a 6th grader can do this!

The nation writes in practically Morse
Code,
Or at best, something eerily similar.
Even phone calls, once appreciated,
Get hit with the same darn plague.
"Gotta Go", is all the rage.
This poet feels is human outrage!

Thus, Poetry Soup, is a place,
Where one can be fully heard and
be responded to.
Not in a technological, cold way of
symbols,
But in a fully, intelligent, literal 
level. I do mean sentences!

No baby words here, nobody would
listen.
Cute keyboard keys leave me cold.
Can't I use words instead of LOL?
Do I have to use -)) ?
Ugh! With great online sources for
words, I stand in shame for not so doing.

Where are we all rushing to?
What's our ultimate human destination?
Why do I sign PR, in such an absurd way?
Panagiota is a much more beautiful name.
In a world that adores instant delusion!

To be part of obnoxious technology and
revolution,
For me, can be a tragically sad,delusion.
However, to be part of The Poetry Soup, is a most blessed and joyous conclusion. 


Panagiota Romios
4/29/2019
9:15am

Premium Member Mothers Day 2019

You are my beautiful partner
You're such an amazing mum
Our family is so happy
Because we have lots of fun 

This is due to you being so ace
A true inspiration to the human race
Jack, Jeni and Josh love you so
You're Our constant were letting you know

Our beautiful mummy bird
We can't say in just one word
Your fun your cool your fantastic
Always there not like elastic

You're a fixer a maker a doer at best
This we say without jest
We love you mummy with all our heart
Even when we are apart

I write this on thier behalf
As they're  too little like a baby calf
Sweet Josette don't change your way
From all of us Happy Mothers Day


Haiku For Andreas Stubborn Old Man Potd 3 28 2019

october leaf that
                                clings to its branch   no fear of
                                death but the falling

Premium Member Haiku 12-6-2019

tucked against the wind
winter’s game of hide and seek
headless ducks on ice


©12/6/2019

A Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest

Premium Member November 12th 2019

November 12, 2019
Written: by Miracle man

Temperature sits at sixteen
and wind chill makes it ten.
The coldest I can recall,
an early fall having been.

Leaves are now falling,
and to our yard seem confined.
Soon I’ll be kept busy,
with my annual blow, rake, and grind.

Making mulch for tomatoes,
I plan on planting next spring.
But first I must get past,
this early fall, chill thing.

Growing 250 tomato plants,
Is hard work I’ll say.
With Potassium high I can’t eat,
so I give them away.

But spring brings weather change,
and often severe storming.
I suppose, like so many,
I could just blame global warming.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Memorial Day, 2019 In America

Americans are Americans, period.
No matter color, sex and for heavens, sake!
Not ....Their "party affiliation,"
On which some are insanely fixated.

We were born au natural.
We were not born as a member of political party.
That's a choice you make way later.
But some think they must be of the same political
lineage as their pater.( father)

I bring all this up as today is Memorial Day.
Millions died to keep America free.
Guess what?
All colors, ages, political parties under the
earth now lay,
Who gave their lives for you in foreign lands!
We are supposed to honor the dead today.

So today, only one channel with backbone
Carried the ceremonies to honor them.
The other two,  busy trying like insane bees,
To destroy the current Presidency!

These same two channels that lauded criminal
Michael Avenatti for the next President.
(Had him on over 200 times!)
But neither showed few if any of the ceremonies 
at Arlington Cemetery?
Get a clue! That tells you something!

Are they really that dense? Do they think the dead
in wars did not include Democrats?
They will have criminals on and America haters,
disgusting race- baiters, and all manner of
impeachment go-getters.
But can't honor fallen heroes? Not a chance!
The true heroes, go ignored by two major networks.

Meanwhile, the dead sleep under grass and flags.
I am glad they cannot see, how un-American, we
Americans have become.
Destroying the Constitution, killing babies and worse.
Forbidding-saluting our flag and hiding statues of 
American heroes.
And banning cauliflower~as its is too "colonial?"

Today, we stuff ourselves with processed foods
Growing bodies like balloons.
Walking barefoot on lovely poisoned grass,
All too perfect!
Poisoned food in our faces, while we sneer in
hatred at this great nation.

It's so terribly tragic.
The political blindness, the sheer ignorance here.
Causes me to pray to stop this endless vexation.
Before we become a Communist nation.


5/27/2019
5:45pm PST

Welcome 2019

I welcome 2019, I'm glad it's here.
I hope it will be an excellent year.
Many years ago on every New Year's Day, Mom cooked hog jowls and black eyed peas.
But I didn't like those meals very much, I wasn't pleased.
Sadly, I now spend New Year days alone because Mom is deceased.
I certainly hope that the year 2019 will be a year of prosperity and peace.
God has given me another year to live and for that, he deserves my praise.
I will love, praise and worship The Lord for the remainder of my days.
I hope that 2019 will be a good year for others and myself.
And I wish everybody a year of happiness and good health.

Premium Member September 19, 2019

SEPTEMBER 19, 2019

We were deep in the forest
on our way to Tupper Lake
It was an early fall morning full of
sunshine and song from a beautiful
Spanish singer whose soulful caress
can cause a tearful recognition that
it’s a joy to be alive!

North of Long Lake
the vistas opened up to the shimmering
bright colors of the Adirondack reserve,
the deep vivid reds of merlot and claret,
tempranillo and cabernet, the oranges
and yellows of the fall farmers markets
all thoroughly embedded in the rugged
massif and the semi-boreal landscapes of 
northern New York

For people somewhere else it was simply
a Thursday, with routines and obligations
and complex navigations through the
duties and requirements of family, work and
home, and supported by kindness, good intentions
and love against the many manifestations of
malfeasance and misfortune in these dark
dangerous days of our interesting times
But for me it was more - a contemplative
journey full of gratitude and wonder, meditation
and prayer, and in ways that were invisible to the
students in the van, I just broke down and sobbed
for the privilege of life, for the joy of being loved,
for the ability to make a difference in the affairs
of my community, for the opportunity to be
with them in a stained glass discussion of
transformation and closure, its brilliant saturation
of  red wine, and fruit, of fading green leaves
and emerging evergreens a breathtaking
spectacle in sacred sunlight
from a painted blue sky!

Premium Member Congratulations 2019 Is the Expectant Year

Congratulations! 
2019 is the expectant year.
You will get a baby, if you are expecting one.
If you are expecting to say "no" to a puppy, but you have an
eight-year-old who wants one, and you are not firm, you might
get one, so expect this to possibly happen.
You will get a vibrancy and fun-filled life, if you think you will.

You will lose all of your money at a casino, if you believe in losing.
If you do not expect to lose, you have a shot at maybe enough money
to buy a pair of hot pink jogging pants with the words Treasure Island running up the leg in fancy schmancy rhinestones..
If you expect them to fall apart in the washer, they will though.

If you expect to get run over by a truck, well, that can also happen.
2019 is the expectant year, after all.

Premium Member Haiku 4 25 2019 2

oak buds stimulate
the crevices of the mind —
hopped-up flowerage

adventurous vine —
the tongue-twisting succulent
of wildflower verse

4/25/2019

Hcd 2019

The night is not dark
Dazzling blissful luster light
from the hand of God

To the door of dawn
Descends celestial Son
to set free the world

White snow comes to greet
The Santa Claus of blessings
with the divine gifts

Happy Christmas Day
Festival of pious heart
for the peaceful world


-December 24,2019 Chattogram 



Happy Christmas Day 2019 To All Soup Members

Assesment On June 6, 2019

"ASSESMENT ON JUNE 6, 2019."


I called the starfish 
on her birthday 
but I was ignored. 
I texted her 
good morning and 
I got a reply: 
"STOP TEXTING MY
WIFE!" 
I texted her 
good morning and 
I was ignored. 
I texted her 
good morning and 
she replied with 
the same. 
yesterday, I was 
in L.A. while 
she was that 
final banana the 
monkeys fought for.
yesterday she told 
me no for 
the first time 
in three years. 
she loves every 
monkey available. 
I got to work and was 
bought food 
and given a drink. 
tonight I shower 
with a great body.
great **** and an ass 
that would make the 
gods jealous of me. 
the odds were 
stacked against me 
but like my 
mentor said, "we 
must laugh at 
the odds." 
things will always 
work out in 
the end. 
excuse me while 
I laugh 
hysterically.


by: Chicano Eddie
6.1.19

Premium Member - New Year 2019 -

a wonderful new gift - be careful with the content







30.12.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)

One Liner Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Syllable : 13
1st place in the contest


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Premium Member 2019 Fifa Women's World Cup -Usa Vs Thailand

Thailand endures rout
Record-setting 13 goals-
controversy brews
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

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