Best Abe Poems
Sixteenth president “Honest Abe” Lincoln
did a lot of mighty fine thinkin’.
Though born in a cabin dirt poor,
he’d rise to free the slaves with a civil war.
Written 5/30/2015
for 'A BRIAN STRAND JULY' Poetry Contest
Categories:
abe, political,
Form:
Clerihew
" Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."(Final lines from Walt Whitman's "O Captain My Captain")
My hero, oh how wonderful it would have been
to know you personally, to have spent time with you,
especially since I learned the way you were back then
both as a child, then as a man – so strong, so wise, so true!
The way you’ve been described, you had a gangly look -
not a handsome lad, but oh, you were so bright!
You were poor, but you did all you could just to find a book,
one you might savor late into the night.
I relate to how you had a very human side;
to the way you loved to play a prank or talk jokingly.
You never were unkind, and you had no worldly pride.
Preferring friends to chores, you also loved poetry!
What other man born in a cabin would rise up and accomplish so much?
Predestined for greatness, you had inside you the desire
to be better! When you realized that your country boy dialect was such
a hindrance, you taught yourself proper English to climb higher!
You were so very good, and your soul so godly old!
Once in New Orleans you witnessed the African's sad plight -
men and women chained like animals were being sold.
All you saw, felt and heard determined you'd fight for the right!
You had no religion, Honest Abe, but you looked to God!
Freeing slaves, you also would have fought for women’s freedom too.
A melancholy man at times, and maybe a bit odd,
“ O Captain, my Captain,” poets ever more will praise you.
For "To Honor My Hero" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
abe, hero,
Form:
Quatrain
With Presidents Day coming up this Monday, I submit my tribute to the president born Feb. 12, 1809:
Ode to My Hero: Dear Abe
At many things, Abe Lincoln was the best.
From boyhood to manhood, how he shone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
I picture him a farm lad poorly dressed -
kind soul and working so hard all alone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
Entertaining, Lincoln liked to jest.
Tall and strong was he when fully grown.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
Great intellect and talents he possessed.
Many things he learned all on his own!
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
He led a nation facing great unrest,
for slavery dear Abe could not condone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
Feb. 15, 2020 for Sheri Fresonke Harper's
Ode To A President Or Politician Or Leader Past Or Present Poetry Contest
Categories:
abe, presidents day,
Form:
Ode
Not only is he my friend;
He’s the Mayor of my hometown.
His eyes oversee the place,
That I so love to be around.
Whether it’s canvas or a page,
He graces it with artistic hands.
Bringing out his desired emotions,
That his patient heart commands.
With a love for teaching art,
His creative mind explores.
And amps up all who know him,
To want to accomplish more.
We have the same passion,
In the landscapes that we shoot.
And have our haiku sessions,
And post them on Poetry Soup.
He has a vast love for helping,
And dabs carpentry.
He gives his best to the canvas,
And to the stanzas of his poetry.
His giving heart keeps giving,
And he loves it, is what he says.
He’s a master of the short form,
And his name is Abe Lopez.
________________________
For Abe Lopez, a fellow souper
and friend for his support on and off
Poetry Soup, God bless you.
Categories:
abe, heart, love,
Form:
Quatrain
May be is forgotten
I am the light in his dreams
Love and respect for him
In memories I catch to him
Walk to momentum
In love become of live
In shadows turn corner
Woves of fight walls in light
In clear deeds piece in future hopes
-Your truthfulness
Fight in truthfulnes making this country in destiny
We all in piece to survive-
Categories:
abe, peace, people, philosophy, political,
Form:
Imagism
Ok Abe, you’re up next
Oh the fickle finger of fate
HG tags me..the hour is late.
I’ll be glad to pass on the spud..
Please…don’t drop with a thud
Our talented Abe will surely respond
By tagging someone of whom he is fond
This game is raucous, writing such fun,
For our Souper Abe ..take it and run….
Categories:
abe, funny, on writing and
Form:
Light Verse
How many legs does a dog have
when you count the tail as a leg?
Lincoln gave the answer of "four -
calling it a leg don't make it a leg."
What would Abe Lincoln say today
about the verbal gymnastics
that plague our political scene?
Truth is strength that empowers.
Printing money to pay one’s bills
is bogus when it all comes down.
Giving a person sugar
does not deal with his cavity.
Saying emails have gone missing
is not saying they can’t be found.
Telling liars they are lying
doesn't diminish depravity.
written: July 24, 2014
Categories:
abe, truth,
Form:
Verse
GOOD OLD ABE, SOLUMN SOL AND YOU TOO
If there were an entrance fee to get into Heaven how much would you pay?
And let me tell you brother, it won’t help you now to pray
So you get to Heaven with 56,000 bucks and St. Peter looks at you in scorn
“Sorry sir, but The minimum cover charge here is the life of your first born”
If there were something difficult to do to become Heaven bound?
And you must decide soon before you’re fodder for the ground
Would you sneak up on an old lady and strike her about the head?
Now keep in mind, this is the deal when destiny deems you dead
If the only way you could get into Heaven meant your pretty daughter’s death
Would you cast away your daughter’s life and give a stranger her breath?
What if the cost of Heaven turned out to be the life of your younger brother,
And after your brother bleeds out you must then slay thy mother?
God tempted Abraham on a mount with his son’s death in his hand
And Solomon, when he said he’d split the babe in half, no one could understand
So my brother, to Hell is where you are bound lest thee come up with an answer
“Yo Saint Pete, how about we get rid of the boss by gibing God colon cancer”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
abe, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form:
Quatrain
Written on 7/27/2021
By Gail R DeBole
Updated on 8/17/2021
My granddad’s five-dollar bill in hand
Was blown by a breeze through farmland.
Our dog, King, “saved the Abe”
Fetched the bill straight away
To return it to my grandad’s hand.
(True Story that happened in the 1960s)
Categories:
abe, animal, dog, grandfather, grandparents,
Form:
Limerick
When Honest Abe and Liar Trump
Ended up in the City Dump
Because it rained
Just one complained
Big Liar Trump, The Tweeting Grump
Categories:
abe, political,
Form:
Limerick
Honest
Wrestler, self-taught lawyer, eloquent writer/orator, and man of integrity.
Son of Nancy Hank and Thomas Lincoln; beloved stepson of Sarah Bush.
Lover of books, animals and a good joke!
He felt empathy for the downtrodden and sadness, yet the need to persevere.
He feared slavery’s expansion, the collapse of democracy and failed leadership.
He wanted feedom for the slaves, freedom for women and a better world.
Born in Kentucky, he gained experience in IL., and fulfilled his destiny in D.C.
Abe
(Dedicated to my Hero, Abraham Lincoln. He also wrote a little poetry!)
Categories:
abe, leadership,
Form:
Bio
A memory so cold, its written in stone,
On a wall, out in washington,
up a mountain of stairs, sits a man brass and boney,
with a full chin of hair,
he faught for equality, of both black and white,
a man out to change ones destiny,
by first changing ones life.
He sat six foot four,
in the presidents suite,
reading correspondents from generals in heat,
out on a battle field,
fighting a war, against ones nation,
to keep a union untore.
He was murdered in office,
at a old town play,
by a man named booth,
he was shot where he lay.
after a few hours,
home in his bed,
he died there leaving us,
a country without a president,
a month after re-elect.
and the end of the war,
a nation came together,
of both white and black.
issues still rise,
and people still fall,
under one nation,
with equality for all,
its not like it matters to you or to me,
cuz now that we see what this man had to be,
he started an up rise,
with just a few words
in the gettysburg address,
his voice was heard,
we talk about equality,
and what we all want,
but still today in highschools its
all about the thought,
the thought that shes nothing,
or the thought that hes better,
cuz hes from a rich family,
and shes out in the weather,
without a house,
and without the food,
cuz her parents couldnt pay for a childhood,
why do we fight when we all hold back
against a world thats lacking the respect
we dont try to end this hate,
a racial descrimination
thats bound with shame.
he lost his life
representing us,
he spoke out,
to defend the ones,
the ones who were weak
and the ones who would treat
the hurt and the hungered with
a life of disrespect.
He stopped his life,
and he stood up,
for a cause that most today,
have no clue of.
Categories:
abe, historylife,
Form:
WHOOF!
We are not all chasing our tails in the very same way
We are not all praying for the same thing every day
We are all just hopeful that he or she will come along
And we will find the embrace in which we belong
She’s chasing her tail with cockiness and guile
He’s using his witticisms and cogent smile
Other people use some subliminal style
While that one over there uses her tail to defile
There are people chasing their tails all around
And it’s discouraging not being aware to where you are bound
So we spin in circles getting to a place called “nowhere” with speed
All trying to get the satisfaction from someone else to fill our need
Our needs are invisible inside us but you can still see our tails
And some even resort to lies and deception when all else fails
As for me I’ve stopped chasing my tail and now simply chase peace
and if you ask me the cyber-deception should be sequestered and cease
(c) 2011....~free cee!~
Categories:
abe, angstpeople, me, people,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Abe’s barber, Chris, got so confused
because strong cold pills he’d abused.
Chris hacked up Abe’s haircut,
declared, “I’m NOT drunk, but
EYES fail me!” Abe was not amused.
“For Heaven’s sake!” Abe did exclaim.
“Glad you’re not a doctor. You’d maim
heads—not only head HAIR!”
If you want to be fair,
just don’t cut hair when your brain’s lame!
January 11, 2019, entered in Joseph May's Limerick II contest Placed 3rd
Categories:
abe, anger, hair, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Beware the pieces of the puzzles of your life.
Treasure them early; appreciate them for life.
She was the sight of my first job opportunity away from the farm.
She bridged the social gap between 'my boyhood and my manhood'.
He had a shoe store when I asked him for a job, and he said yes.
His name was Abe, and I have him to thank for many lessons learned.
She is the sight of the first motion picture show that I ever watched.
She is the sight of the cafe with the best tasting hamburgers I ever ate.
He took me under his wings and taught me how to interact with people.
He portrayed the meaning of service, entrepreneurism, and persistence.
Her name means, 'Deer River', and as a child, I knew her as Issaquena.
She was the sight of a barber shop whose owner was also a musician.
She was the life blood of activities of every kind as the people mingled.
Abe and Issaquena, two unforgettable names attached to my early years.
Abe, a giant of a man; one piece of the puzzle that assisted me early in life.
Issaquena, a hometown street and an inanimate piece of my life's puzzle.
100221PS
Categories:
abe, blessing, childhood, destiny, for
Form:
Couplet