Best 53 Poems
A moment in time
This feeling’s so wonderful
Soft, sweet newborn lambs
Sign that spring is here
Small chubby feet on green grass
Please do not eat me
25.04.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Categories:
53, animal, april, beauty,
Form:
Haiku
summer rain
upon hand
a fallen tear
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winter snow
upon her face
rosy lips
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autumn wind
upon her hair
braid unravels
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spring breeze
upon her cheek
breath exhaled
3/25/15
Categories:
53, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
Up until now I thought I was the man,
single, insignificant,
unloved and terrified...
To be continued......
Jared Pickett
4/18/2011
Asavvy1
Categories:
53, life
Form:
Kimo
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 53
Must appearance differ from reality
In as much as front and back of the same body
To negate existence in non-duality
Being the non-existence of duality
Existence displaces both in one body
Must appearance differ from reality
Either and neither one incongruity
Make both come alive in one busy-body
To negate existence in non-duality
Everything comes from nothing logicality
Open your eyes you’re the Purusha body
Must appearance differ from reality
Every time you conceive the entirety
You affirm existence in your own body
To negate existence in non-duality
Time’s the hand draws curtain of eternity
Past nor future exists in any body
Must appearance differ from reality
To negate existence in non-duality
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
53, nature, philosophy, riddle, violence,
Form:
Villanelle
Frost fall
ice capades
coded
Categories:
53, life, magic, mirror, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
Haiku 53
weeds in my garden
buttercup yellow flowers
heliotropic
weeds in my garden
buttercup yellow flowers
making next year’s seeds
Categories:
53, nature,
Form:
Haiku
It's Wine & Brie, When You're 53
Fifty-three's All Jive,
When Mom of the Cosby Five,
Squattin' on Dunellen Drive.
Fifty-three's Germ Free,
Periodic Number in Chemistry,
Of Tincture O'Iodine.
Firstborn at 5 Club Road,
Number 5 of 5 Toads,
Hil's "High 5" Unloads.
Her B'Day's Twelve Twenty-Eight,
Her Gifts, Poverty is Great,
'Cuz Xmas is also Late.
John, Ellie, Sam N'Will,
Fill Hil's Moonshine Still,
Witch's Brew, Loch Raven Swill.
Economist, Health Career,
Researcher Extraordinaire,
And Badminton Player.
To Kill a Bird Mockin',
Hil and Scout Won in '61,
Both Enjoyed Tom-Boy Fun.
This Poem's Far from Great,
'Specially Since It's a Day Late,
But it's Haiku Which Ain't Fishbait!
Categories:
53, birthday, funny, happy birthday,
Form:
Haiku
I didn’t pick you to be
my muse, the same way
you don’t decide
to fall in love. Love isn’t
“alright, I’m ready to
give everything I got
for you.” Love is “no
matter how hard I try,
I can’t get your damn
face out of my head,
and I really want to
see you right now.”
So, don’t tell me to
get over it, because
this isn’t some mountain
you can walk all over.
This is climbing up
falling stairs.
Categories:
53, cute love, desire, first
Form:
Free verse
early light spooning
vine draws itself onto tree
love’s fragrance surrounds
Brian Johnston
May 17, 2016
Categories:
53, life, love,
Form:
Haiku
This is the servant of the Lord God
with no attraction to make an appeal
He suffered, was rejected and despised
full of sorrows this man wasn't the real deal
He was crushed for all our iniquities
every one of them did He truly atone
pierced for our transgressions was He
punished for our peace He left all alone
The iniquities of us all He took on Himself
for He kept quiet led as a slaughtered lamb
never opened His mouth not even once
His father's will to do nailed His palm
This servant will indeed justify many
after suffering as our sin offering
He will see lifes light of satisfaction
then make intercession for His own ring
This picture paints of Jesus the saviour
who died as the paschal lamb for sin
His very own elect people died He for
our iniquities He took so we could enter in
Categories:
53, christian, crush, sin,
Form:
Rhyme
A number’s value is relative to its use,
If you find $10 it would be good,
But, $100 is a golden goose.
As for age, when one’s young,
They wish they were older,
But, when one’s old,
They wish they were younger,
Of this apparent paradoxical enigma,
You need not bother,
Because at age 53,
You will never be older that your mother.
Categories:
53, birthday,
Form:
Light Verse
The warmth in sunshine
Felt on a warm summer breeze
Reminiscent minds
Categories:
53, confusion, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
Senryu
Me Mother tucked me in, when I was small,
And made the nighttime monsters run away,
And kissed my cheek, still, when I’d grown up tall,
And broke me down when I had gone astray.
She gave her love through music, art and books
And loved Truth, only, more than us, I think!
She taught us to be humble, by her looks
Of disapproval, when we left a chink
Of falsehood in the walls of Truth we built.
My memory counts but three lies that I told,
And these, I still stain with a smear of guilt.
But she forgave me, once she had grown old.
I made my way, because my mother had,
Because I went forth in Truth’s Armor clad.
9/16/2019
Categories:
53, appreciation, memorial, memory, mother,
Form:
Sonnet
a grassy knoll
shots rang out
left a world in fear
with a world in doubt
we watched Camelot
suddenly pass away
on the harsh streets of Dallas
53 years ago today
as the 60's arrived
newly on the scene
hello nightmare
goodbye american dream
on that fateful day
it all fell apart
shot a hole in our soul
left a hole in our heart
when on that grassy knoll
shots rang out
which left a world in fear
to a world in doubt
Categories:
53, america, life, presidents day,
Form:
Free verse
Battle not for red and blue
They’re both the same machine
The real choice that’s coming up
Is orange versus green
Bitcoin holds your value well
Come join the Bitcoin scene
Skip inflation’s stealthy theft
Choose orange versus green
From Iceland to Australia
And countries in between
People are awakening
To orange versus green
Money made by central banks
With printing that’s obscene
You can pick another way
Choose orange versus green
Break free from your assumptions
And question your routine
For everyone can benefit
From orange over green
Money that is only made
When banksters do convene
Is money that is broken
Choose orange over green
Categories:
53, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme