Best A Million Poems
You found me a broken soul
You didn’t need to know my past
You just lifted me and carried me away
Your gentle touch assured me I was safe
Your soothing voice was most comforting
Your tenderness was the validation of the
possibility I have a chance to make it
I couldn’t bring myself to look into your eyes
I was too afraid to open my eyes
In my confusion thoughts you were an Angel
Perhaps you’re here to take me up to Heaven
Away from the pain and ugliness that’s breaking me down to pieces
And in my broken heart I felt your spark of hope
You didn’t need to ask me for anything
Seeing and understanding who I was
You went about your way and cared for me
You healed me
You filled me with hope
You gave me a validation there’s much to live for
Now I can look into your eyes
My heart embraces you
I’m smiling for you
And
I suppose I owe you a million of thanks
Akkina
8/8/23
POTD 8/10/23
Hello poets, been a bit.
One in a million’s not enough
To say what he meant to me.
One from out of the whole wide world
That is what the theme should be.
He was my son, my only son,
The first of my children three.
I knew that I was truly blessed
When God sent him down to me.
He was born hungry so he cried
For a bit those first few days,
Until his mother understood
The feeding schedule maze.
Once his hunger was satisfied
And he had begun to grow
No sweeter child has ever lived
Nor delightful one to know.
His complexion would put to shame
Any model’s of the day,
His nature, that of an angel,
Was his for a lifelong stay.
He welcomed first little sister
When he turned the age of two.
No jealously did he display
And he knew to be gentle too.
He had pets and he treated them
With great tenderness and care.
If anyone or thing was hurting
My son was the first one there.
His elementary teacher said,
When trouble brewed on school ground,
My son found the way to fix it
If a fair fix could be found.
He had a very brilliant mind.
He read books to make him think.
If we had a knotty problem
He’d be first to fix the kink.
He gave measure for full measure
And then gave just a bit more
When dealing with his fellowman
Whether they were rich or poor.
He loved this world we all live in
And could always find a way
To find enjoyment in it.
He made the best of every day.
He brought me no pain or sorrow,
But filled my heart with pride
And happy to be his mother
Until the sad day he died.
God sent His angels down for him,
Just before he turned fifty-six.
He’d been born with a heart problem
Even my bright son couldn’t fix.
won 6th place in Linda marie's One in a Million contest.
For One in a Million Contest
Fleeting into the ebon night,
a million fairytales tremble at us.
Never cursed or full of deep blight.
I embrace you, you hold me tight.
For our love loses not insight.
Sounds of swift ivory doves cry out.
They know how our love does outshine
with flickering light.
Descending onto my grateful knees,
I knew the pain of loss and pain you carried with ease.
Black Ravens plague this existence.
Saturated in loneliness were you,
yet you stay with me.
I faced before you attains,
longing for my hopelessness to cease.
I sense your essence in the breeze.
Weeping in the forsaken land,
for I am but a man craving to be near you.
Sweetheart you are my perpetual connection!
For all of eternity my desolated heart remains,
bound by love and affection.
The wind blows and gusts prevail,
intense obscurity of the calamity.
As the tempest rages in warm rains.
your genuine affection sustains.
A million fairytales tremble at us.
My alleviation found in perfection
and...
I shall feel this pure affection,
weeping in the forsaken land.
Or you my beloved, eternally bound by love and affection,
fleeting into the ebon night.
Written September 7th for Lu’s Poem Switcher-Roo contest.
There's a moment in the morning, when the light is streaming in,
spreading gold upon the pillow, and your hair is like the sun.
I am filled with such emotion, that my heart is overcome.
If I woke you, could I tell you? Could my words be like a song?
If I woke you, tried to tell you,.. it would take a million years
So I'll hold you, just to show you,.. when my words have disappeared
There's a moment every morning, when I watch you start the day,
Making toast, or pouring coffee, you'll just take my breath away.
I am struck without a warning, without words that I can find
Do you know the pure devotion, that I carry deep inside?
When the silence could be broken, all my words will seem to hide
There are words I've never spoken. Do you know how much I've tried?
There's a moment in the evening, when the moon is on the rise.
You'll be looking from the window,. and the stars shine in your eyes.
There's so much that I should tell you. But, my words have disappeared
There aren't words enough to tell you..., It would take a million years...
It would take a million years
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Lyric to the music "Homeward Bound"
By William Joseph
I was searching my mind for a theme to choose
for my very first poem of the year
turns out it was an easy choice
to thank some friends who I hold so dear.
I've never met any one of these folks
but I consider them friends none-the-less
I established their friendship on Poetry Soup
and I consider them all the best.
For their kind and generous comments
to express how I feel is real tough
the right words really escape me
I just can't thank them enough.
There's Sweetheart, Bob and Larry
Wilma, DR Ram and Barbara G.
Debra, Andrea and Sara
who have all been so gracious to me.
p.d., John F. and Hitendra
Carolyn, Carol and Francine
C.L., Audrey and Doris
all friends who I've never seen.
If it weren't for all these nice people
I would have given up a long time ago
Their encouragement made me keep trying
and helped me much more than they know.
When retired you tend to get dormant
just sit sleeping or watching T.V.
till I got involved with Poetry Soup
that's what was happening to me.
I don't want my brain to retire
it needs to be active for sure
My writing and the challenging contests
help my brain to endure.
So I thank all you wonderful Soupers
believe me you are the best
you kept me from becoming a bump-on-a-log
of that I will attest.
There are others who I haven't mentioned by name
I hope no one feels slighted
cause everyone I've ever dealt with
I've always been highly delighted.
A Healthy and Happy New Year to you all!
She was much more than a beautiful Mother
Never desired to be anything other
Her family became her first priority
Her gift for teaching, she shared in charity
When times grew hard and Papa didn’t work
She never complained, but became the “cork”
Inventing ways to ease his strain
Baking, tutoring, her clever ways to stop the drain
My mind holds these snapshots of childhood days
My heart bears a journal of words she’d say
'Always remember that sacrifice is love.’
One in a Million, My Mama above!
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By Audrey...aka Annalise Brigham
A million words can bring you back,
I know because I've tried.
A million tears can't bring you back,
I know because I've cried.
A million hugs and kisses,
What you gave when you were here.
A million stories, a million things,
You told to calm our fears.
A million days, a million hours,
Go by as you are gone.
A million secrets from the past,
Is what we dwell upon.
A million ways you told us things,
When we were feeling down.
You turned our sad face right side-up,
When we had on a frown.
A million things to think about,
Like why you were the chosen.
A trillion people in this world,
And chose you for his token
And so the day of your birth,
Approaches us with grief.
The first time we'll celebrate it,
Without you to speak.
So now you will watch us high,
From heaven by and by.
I'll hurry up and finish this,
Before we start to cry.
Although your presence is no more,
To love, to care, to mend,
Grandma just remember that,
Our love will never end....
In loving memory of my grandma
Gertrude "DUTCH" Tittler
1923-2001
We love and miss you every day!!!!!
Gone but never forgotten.....
Written by: Christina Rodriguez
December 2001
If I cried a million tears, would that bring back my baby
Would it take away the pain and maybe
Fill the hole in my heart
If I cried a million tears would that fill the bed that’s empty
Would it stop the love that tempts me
Not to make a new start
Well, I’ve cried two million tears and I still long for that soft touch
But the memories of so , so much
Will never dim
For after all is done and tears have subsided
We will all be united
And I will always love him
In Memory of my little Hudson
8/31/07 - 9/7/14
haiku or senryu
a million dollar question....
my hanged laptop
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By:kash poet
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In a millions ways, oh life,
You have emphatically declared to me
That
A mortal being I am
But
I, stubbornly, defied your declaration
Thus
Many highways of hope I have built
And
Many edifices of dreams have I put up
During
My passing through your planes of
Existence, as if I were immortal,
Although my heart
Its
Mortality, had from the start,
Embraced!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 December 2015
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Somehow that feeling of . .
Warmth- a cherry red blush upon ivory skin,
teases the senses beyond these dreamy chocolate eyes;
while fluttering heart-beats, echo within
. . With anticipation,
quivering lips ache for sweet succulent lullabies
If a million words can create the mood,
then why does silence captivate me so-
And why does my being feel this radiant glow,
while exciting sensations move all through me too?
Somehow- my everything feels the enticing rush of
You
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~ because words are not always needed ~
Featured Poem- 8/4/2019
Aching
Pleading
Needing
Silent communication
Electric sensation
Caressing invitation
Inspiring each touch
Eager to please
Give and receive
Body quivering with trepidation
Arching with excited anticipation
Grasping with seductive intention
Feverent in the quickening moment
Violently elicting a deeming improvement
Lost in the heated movement
Nails raking down impossibly smooth skin
Breasts supple begging for firm carresings
A pounding drumbeat throbbing deep inside
Screaming for satisfaction that must be fufilled
Like evolving stars orgasms exploding within oneself
A night worth a million unspoken words
Better Than A Million
There is that nagging restless feel
deep within the soul
You'd be quite content to ignore it all
but you feel less than whole
It's hard to live your life alone
as your days unfold
No heart to love or hand to hold
while we are growing old
Someone who shares your adventures
when you're feeling bold
Or snuggles you safe in their arms
when you're feeling cold
Someone to share your feelings with
when they must be told
Who lets you be just who you are
without needing control
A true and loving companion is
worth more than a million in gold.
War taught of the need for nutrition and good health,
and so Penicillin was first used on mass scale,
tin food was too, like never before,
that pill when you’re ill distributed through war.
Wellington Boots were first used with army suits,
when invaders wanted Greek ground democracy was found.
Those chemical compounds taught of nuclear doom,
while v2 rockets put man on the moon,
engines on planes were made safer,
now airplanes fly in lanes tracked on radar.
This website you’re on and the E-mails you get,
be sure you know, war made the internet,
talking of war that’s what walkie talkies were first for,
war gives us advanced things we only dreamt of before.
And I stress, without war we'd know less,
but the best lesson of them all, is, don’t go to war.
Said it a million times
Is it sinking in your mind?
Open your ears to these words
Is it too much for you
To hear what is really true?
These are your lies resurfacing
I didn’t know that when the world ends
We will be the only two left
I’d like to leave you with the trees
And the grass and the sky
Because I would rather die
Then be with you for all time
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