Best 2 Poems
POTD 6th August 2019
The clock ticks down the passing day
Tedious seconds count down my existence
Time for my pills ~ Time to call the nurse
Time ~ taunting my resistance
Soft haunting strains of a violin float
sweetly liquid, melodiously unchained
freeing my mind from weariness faced
No barriers ~ it flows ~ unrestrained
My world of music I lived it ~ breathed it
In whispers ~ it spoke to my Soul
bringing with it, adoration and glory
and a passion beyond my control
I glance at the painting on the wall
pondering this feeling of déjà vu
Memories of this glade from before
Triggers mentation I need to pursue
Memories flood ~ a vision in the distance
an Angel dancing in its midst
who had danced with wild abandon
lucent skin the sun had kissed
How I had yearned to dance with her
with that angel who made me sigh
she had come to shine her own pure light
prompting my spirit to fly
But there’s no girl there ~ awry is my mind
And I’m but a frail old man
I must erase thoughts from my life bygone
And prevail however best I can
~ Every great dream starts with the dreamer
who ventures where mortals dare not tread
And laughs with mirth and cares not for
unfinished rhapsodies playing in his head ~
What’s this? I’m suddenly in the glade?
A strong young lad once more
She has come for me, my Angel love
I leap - I twirl - I soar
We dance with wild abandon
We dance without a care
sun kissed skin our arms entwined
Wild flowers everywhere
It seems I’ve left the world behind
And unshackled my attachments of
A hundred birds do sing out loud
To watch us Dance to Love
by Maria Williams
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POTD 6th August 2019
Categories:
2, romantic, tribute,
Form:
Narrative
The rain outside plays games with the webs that cloud my mind,
I think I hear a tune. A drum solo that heralds memories buried deep
and sealed in concrete. Even the locked safe with five feet deep of steel
can not resist the lightning strike of the Goddess of Thunderstorms...I
...i think of you.
A pain from yesteryears thought dead rises from the ashes...
I think...No!
No! I will fight this.
Forget when I flew too close to the sun
my feathered wings singed.
I fight...I do...I try...I do...but I...
i think of you...
You,
your fresh baked sugar cookie scent,
your China Doll moonlight white complexion.
I think of you...and I...I weep
I on the mountain, exposed
as vultures tear at my flesh.
Devour my organs like so much fodder
and everyday whole again...
the creatures hover to start anew.
In my sorrow,
in my physical pain
I attempt to resist...but I...
i think of you.
Iodine flows through my veins.
My screams echo.
My blood drenched tears
flow like a mountain stream
and i pray
and i whisper the word "mercy"
and still...
still...I
i think of you.
March 16 2015
Armand
Categories:
2, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Ever wrote a sequel
To a poem about
The road of dead bodies
that you drove upon?
I dont Think So^^
O. Yeah im laughing
At such a radical idea
Thats not registerd yet
Into naiive-Like brain cells
Yeah! Am laughing^^
Wish I could just throw
My smile on that kid
That lay stone cold
Hand over ears even in death
Died of the noises...
Not laughing anymore?
Thought so
I just laid there staring
Right ontop of him
Dead silence...
I panicked
shoved my fist in his jaw
I felt his bone crunch
Now he doesnt have a screaming face
Wow....
You think thats deep?
The guy right next to the kid
Was his dad
They kept him alive to watch
As his son burned
then became death
and soon a fossil
And when they chunk this place again
He will be dust
...His father
He was right there
...To watch
Now read those last three lines
Again
In Slow Mo
Read it and weep
Maybe the tears could drown
A father who is still there to watch
And spare him of the "Madness"
"Well,if its what you want to call it.
I mean you can call it unfair
Inhumane
Insane
But its just Mad-ness"
Categories:
2, war
Form:
Blank verse
*Oh babe, we now have three beautiful children that we admire
*We've fought through pain , we've fought to build our dreams , our love was never tired
*We lived like we wanted to be , two united souls, with our emotions growing higher
*But you became too weak my love when you suppose to be strong
*You've forgot who you are , who I am and every little memory that tied you to me
*Alzheimer's hurt you so bad but I never gave up , stood by your side in every second and I'll stay like this till my last breath
*Before you forget me again and have no more clue, before your memories go bare
*I tell you our story every day, so I can only have some minutes with you, 5 minutes from the memories we used to share
*But God is too kind, and allowed our desires to weave
*Our last wish we had it right babe , we started this life together and together we shall leave
*We held each other so tight , we closed our eyes and our souls started to make love in the air
*Our last breaths flew together, holding hands as the best pair-
*And United in God's heaven
*Together we came and together we left, since we started to love, our heart's got woven
*Mine beat for you and yours for me, whether we're on earth or in heaven you'll be my babe
*My one and only , my dream that came true
*I'll always give you all of me and I'll wait for you to give me all of you
*I know in heaven you'll remember who I am, and forever we will be glued
The 2 parts of the notebook poem is inspired by the notebook movie .
Categories:
2, deep, devotion, love,
Form:
Romanticism
Day
Passed by,
Reliving.
Parked in a lane,
Hid from watchers as we lovingly kissed,
Losing count of love as emotions thrilled.
Until sunset
Meant time up,
We left
Sad.
Categories:
2, love,
Form:
Nonet
Thus we follow little Puff Puff brave and true,
For the Castle of Magic was within her view…
She will journey far under the skies of blue,
When she gets there, will she know what to do?
The Dragon Queen was angered and sent her men,
To look for little Puff Puff for she had escaped again…
“No one shall leave the Queen” from her Dragons den,
Huffing & puffing letting loose a fireball now and then…
Yet little Puff Puff journeyed tranquil and quite serene,
Unknowing she had tempered her Grandma, the Queen…
She decides to rest upon a rock near a relaxing ravine,
She sees movement followed by a silent smoke screen…
“Hi” a welcoming smile, “I’m Heidi the holographic fairy”
Created by the Queen for the forest to be rather scary…
Over time she had become kind & gentle on the contrary,
Thus venturing together toward the Castle joyful & merry…
Just behind them the Queen’s henchmen Victor & Gershon,
Protectors of the land who would tickle you upon desertion…
“Stop! Now, by the Queen’s command, your exiling exertion”
The men being weary, asked to tag along in their conversion…
Off they went, now a foursome to reckon as happy as can be,
The Castle a stone throw away, with water above their knee…
Puff Puff & her crew decided to cross the water in their spree,
But it was too much for Victor & Gershon for they had to pee…
The Castle in sight, the drawbridge opens observing the team,
Slowly tippy-toeing in, huddled together they hear a scream…
Before them stood a magnificent creature out from the steam,
“State your business, for I am Illuminatra the Empress supreme”
...to be continued...with more characters!!!
Oct.14.2019
Composed by Winged Warrior
Background...Internet Composite
Two-Headed Dragons & Little Puff Puff...Illustrated by Winged Warrior
Background Music...Children's Fairy-Tales from the Internet
With a female virtual voice
The story is based upon Aklia, Brenda Chiri's beautiful granddaughter
Thanks to everyone for their comments & making this poem POTD
Categories:
2, 1st grade, character, children,
Form:
Rhyme
A gallant moon extends gold fingers to me on the dance floor
as I slip my legs into the chorus line of tall, green grass with ease.
Like a spiraling leaf, I’m free until eyes freeze upon his tracks.
Categories:
2, dance, longing, moon, nature,
Form:
Sijo
I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains
Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head
Just a dream - a shame to find
I’m in the hospital - same room - same bed
The monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall
Time, an indefinite progress of my existence
Time for my pills, time to call the nurse
Time not on my side, breaking down my resistance
After lunch a quick nap
Then the visiting hour I dread most of all
Seeing pity in their eyes, they wish me back
To what I was before my withdrawal
The world of music - my life - my love
The fame and fortune that once was mine
Exhilarating - Intoxicating, a wife at my side
With children sharing the Glory Divine
I lived it - I breathed it
Plucked at its very soul
The core of its existence in my hands
Like a faithful servant it played its role
I look at the painting on the wall
A feeling of Déjà vu enters it seems
I’ve seen this glade of lush green plants
And these sparkling bubbling streams
I remember drawing back watching afar
An Angel who danced in its midst
Who danced with wild abandon
Her hair that the sun had kissed
I remember wishing I could dance with her
With this Angel from above
A hundred birds would sing out loud
To watch us Dance to Love
But it’s just a painting - There’s no girl there
And I’m just a sick old man
Wallowing in my grief and sadness
Existing however best I can
What’s this I’m suddenly in the glade?
A young strong man once more
She has come for me, my Angel love
I leap - I twirl - I soar
The world I’ve left behind
Unshackled my attachments of
A hundred birds do sing out loud
To watch us Dance to Love
We dance with wild abandon
We dance without a care
With sun kissed skin our arms entwined
Wild flowers in our hair
Footnote:
We do not know for sure if my Father – who was a great violinist and classical musician, had imagined this story when he was a young man, when he chanced on a young girl dancing in the glade. It’s a story he told us many times and we loved to believe it.
I like to imagine a fitting finale to the first story, when his time came and have pictured it in this poem.
This story begins in my Poem arrangement 'Dance to Love - Part 1'
Categories:
2, dance, death, emotions, environment,
Form:
Narrative
Impressive
Vice presidential
Walking on lily pads
Sinking within illusions
Snow drops bloom
Wisdom is waking
Darkness fades
Light pervades
We all seek to be one
Destiny sometimes makes us number two
Quite the topic to contemplate
As I wander off to the loo
Notes
As they say a pence for your thoughts
Amazing how see end up right where they belong!
Categories:
2, america, anti bullying, art,
Form:
Couplet
continued.......
In his bed she hears him approach with long strides.
The covers are over her head as she pretends to hide.
With one swift yank she is left naked and bare.
Meeting his eyes in a longing appreciative stare.
In his bed he falls swiftly into her welcoming arms.
With a fiery passionate kiss he surrenders to her womanly charms.
She hungers for him like she has for no other.
Just being with him sends her into a delicious shudder.
In his bed she helps him out of his clothes as quickly as she can.
Wanting to feel his skin touching hers yet once again.
She marvels at his physique, he is a feast for her eyes.
She can never get enough of him no matter how much she tries.
In his bed she gives his nipple a lick, then a gentle bite.
Her hand grasps his hardness, they both are filled with delight.
She lowers herself and teases him deliberately with her tongue.
The music that they make together has only just wondrously begun.
In his bed he pulls her gently away, for he is on the verge.
He does not want any waiting time before they finally merge.
His eyes light up as they take in each and every curve.
A giggle escapes her lips as she sweetly whispers....."self serve!"
In his bed he is overcome with hunger, his eyes fill with lust.
His lips trail kisses down her arms before they settle on her bust.
Up and down each leg, not a spot he wants to miss.
He feels her body twitch and tremble from each perfectly placed kiss.
In his bed she feels his tongue lascivious lick her inner thigh.
She marvels at his patience, he is unlike any other guy.
She lets out a gasp as he zooms in on the right spot.
He deftly uses his tongue and lips, shy he is not.
In his bed he hears her breath quicken and feels her body shake.
If this is a dream, then he hopes he'll never wake.
He covers her body with his and miraculously they become one.
The pleasure so immense and they only just begun.
Categories:
2, passionlonging, body, giggle,
Form:
Rhyme
The name's Ike.
Some a ya might a met me before,
in my very first write,
and knew me as the stalker with the walker.
"Retired Romance" was the name,
Spoke about meetin' my wife,
She's here with me, name is Jane.
I likes ta call her the Mrs.,
cause I never thought that would happen again.
Now she like ta near smother me with kisses,
but gives me room ta write now and then.
We had us one of them honeymoons,
she says it ain't over yet.
But dang, if'n it ain't over soon,
we'll have ta call me in a vet!
Ennyways, I wanted ta give y'all a heads up
that I'll be a writin' from time to time .
We'd like ta thank y'all for the nice thumbs up,
'bout our first little Retired Romance rhyme,
and let y'all know that me and the Mrs. .. well..
. ..we doin' just fine !
. "Nite nite darlin."
Categories:
2, funny, love, wifeme, me,
Form:
Light Verse
Persian Haiku 2
What a gorgeous view!
You and the flower garden,
I'm the butterfly.
Your eyes, the ocean;
The ocean colors your eyes.
Your hair is the wave.
Moon on the ocean,
Your face is the reflection.
Always be alone.
I live with my heart,
All flowers are beautiful,
I love daffodils.
What a discussion,
I had with all my flowers.
Their breath smells nice.
3/20/2018 Haloo
Note: Iranians/Persians Celebrate today, the first day of spring as their new year. We call this day Norooz or Nowruz, it translates as New Day. From my family to yours, Norooz Mobarak ....Happy New Year.
Categories:
2, celebration, joy, new year,
Form:
Haiku
he has needy eyes
too much is never enough
always on the hunt
Categories:
2, addiction, desire, longing,
Form:
Haiku
on melting snow
first cherry blossom
withers too soon
mum ties pink ribbons
to the white casket
Or
on melting snow
first cherry blossom
withers too soon
mum unties ribbons
from empty cot-bed
Inspired by Chris`tanka contest,not for the contest
Categories:
2, bereavement, birth,
Form:
Tanka
we made sweet music
like a symphony of words
then sudden silence
I long for spring to return
with the Chiffchaff’s joyful song
3~20~15
Categories:
2, i miss you,
Form:
Tanka