Best Abounded Poems
Our Love Language
We have our own love language we both share
A squeeze of the hand, a half smile, a glance,
It’s the unspoken passion within our romance
Like lava beneath that may unpredictably flare.
That magnetic attraction that began from the start
It drew us together, though obstacles abounded,
Devotion grew fast but we kept ourselves grounded,
Then after two years you surrendered your heart.
When mates have lived together as long as we two
There is bound to be thunder and lightning born
With a flood of issues that pour heavy, storm torn,
Yet we wait out mal weather until skies are blue.
This promise I give you until one of us must leave
I will share in your happiness, be there in your sorrow
No matter what life dispenses in days of tomorrow,
Should I pass on first I don’t want you to grieve.
Death is but a station in a more peaceful dimension
I will wait for you there and I will watch over you,
Should you get there first please watch over me too
For our souls have no restraints upon our ascension.
8-21-19
~Second Place~
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019- Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor, Dear Heart
Categories:
abounded, death, heaven, loss, love,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
It has stood for decades along the county gravel road.
Skittering mice and barn owls now call it their abode.
What was once a stately building is now a shambles,
Surrounded by barren fields and prickly brambles.
Where once its weather-boarding was a bright cherry-red,
Due to the ravages of time, they're now a silvered-gray instead.
Yet can be seen a faded Mail Pouch Tobacco sign on its weathered side,
And a rusty weather-vane twisting in the wind, though a bit cockeyed!
Seasons of howling gales have striven to raze its sturdy oaken beams,
But they've held the old barn together though straining at its seams.
Its cavernous lofts once abounded with fragrant alfalfa hay,
That provided children a playground on many a rainy day.
It sheltered horses, sheep and cattle on frigid winter nights,
And for lack of electricity, it was lit by flickering lantern lights.
It was built when neighbors helped neighbors who were skilled,
At wielding hammer and saw and cherished great pride in their guild.
(The old barn of which I speak still stands on Indiana's Farmers' Pike,
Where I spent many happy times as an unassuming Hoosier tyke!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Was Selected as Poem Of The Day by Soup 26 July 2016
Categories:
abounded, farm, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
I NEVER LEFT YOU
When youthful restless hearts hear defining calls
With volcanic strength they will respond
The impetus for adventure overrides
All rational thoughts, out of window they go
For youth knows no bounds of daring appeal
Twenty I was, when I heard the “buzz”,
With gusto and a lick of good sense I made the run
Carpe Diem was my exalted, exuberant cry
So I followed the path to places to me unknown
To her, I whispered with pain and sorrow
I must seek what the world to my lot bestowed
But be assured that one day for you I shall return
Feeling liberated and not knowing why
Effusive and with feigned bravery I bid to all farewell
The beyond had the smell of fragrant thrills
From America to America my journey began
Imbued with hope, dreams, and strong will
I began carving a new life, a new beginning
Dreams, goals ,and desires within me abounded
To fail was never a contemplated option
For failure the young bravely defies
All those memories of a half century ago
Come back to me in flares and bursts of fading energies
Now that I am approaching the sunset of my days
Wondering wastefully how it might have been
Had I not pursued the Echo of that life changing call
That outcome will never to me be known
But oh! How I long and yearn for that love I bid farewell
My ashes will one day fertilize a seed above that green hill
From that seed a tree will grow into a refuge
To shelter, in hot, sunny or stormy days, living fragile things
Then I shall sleep eternally in tranquil peace
Knowing that I kept, though belated to her my promise
And in serene harmony, proclaim, “I never left you my beloved Brazil”'.
Categories:
abounded, adventure, america, courage, feelings,
Form:
Personification
Within the creeping shadows,
do you think you can find me?
Before chaos implodes my soul ~
I’m lost amongst childhood
memories, pounded to ash and dust,
clouding my sight,
as silence stifles my screams.
Whilst rivulets of water collect
around cracked soles,
cold liquid rushes
with each word left unsaid,
rising as foreboding
talons scrape against the ballast
stones of despair.
Spiritual hunger gnaws at my insides,
pain filling a closing throat.
O Helios Flare,
burning the crystalline odyssey,
sailing through sinister sapphires ~
I let my muse
spill cues of clemency,
allowing the salt of stillness
to kiss the bronze bones
beneath my quivering skin.
As I taste the f e a r s ,
the trembling turmeric
of the sun I once loved ~
soaked in
t e a r s of the dragon,
for you and for me.
Yet will the green-eyed gales
ever know, ever feel,
the truth I have traced?
The caged nightmare
that bound my gossamer,
leaf-like wings,
taming me to a gruesome game
of bleeding blame and bruises,
as though I were fated
by the blaze of kismet ~
to be the chained dreamer,
drowning in darkness,
choking on unspoken sorrow,
suffocating on splitting stars,
oblivious to the opalescent
shimmers of moonlight
singing within these vain veins…
So tonight, in muted midnight,
I write ~ and I weave ~
swaying to sulfur-laced,
gustless breezes,
all whilst the choir of dead dreams
serenades abounded hopes,
departed in fractured equilibrium.
No longer able to stay
afloat amongst raging riptides
of repressed trauma, I plummet
into the seas of tranquility,
hoping to emerge
b a p t i z e d by the
empathetic estuaries
flowing through heavens...
Categories:
abounded, dark, gothic, imagery, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Ample vicissitudes we both had faced
after the blood-curdling shipwreck while on voyage
trapped in a warren, dreams sailed in a haze
my young master bravely tamed me for his advantage
I became his bosom friend, worth not to put back in a cage.
Young master, what a strong faith you had!
despite the danger you didn’t give up
you had the power, a gift unparalleled to any other lad
to commiserate a beast was not your mishap
nature’s realm was exalted by your heart to the top.
While the wave-tracks lead to uncertainties,
life-boat drifted along the sea in misery
you felt at ease with me despite your difficulties
as fishes miraculously abounded, I fed myself happily
believing that you were the best angler who did all things for me.
I hummed a song in a long journey of anguish
on our way awaited all the scorching hassles
the gale of storm flogged once more its piece
mysterious island beckoned with its ostentatious obstacles
but, your courage and prayers walked over all troubles
finally, I found my lair through your ardent struggles.
August 12, 2013 6.30pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Second Place
Contest: any poem goes
Judged: 12/30/2013
Sponsor: Poet Linda PD
Categories:
abounded, adventure, animal, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
There on the craggy mountain
Rocks abounded full of moss
Dew made the way slippery
Climbing was difficult even without a cross.
Up high was a lovely arch
With words that urged for hope.
It was my destination
But the climbing was hard, steep was the slope.
I had made up my mind to try,
There was no other way to go
Yet the paths interlaced full of dew.
I fell a thousand times, but I had to know.
The going was tough,
I could not bear the thought.
That I was going to fail.
I had walked and climbed and all for naught.
I turned back and went down.
The going was easy now.
Life became better and full of fun.
I should have learned better and who cares anyhow.
Suddenly I came to a large ferocious river.
A river of no return. I trembled in fear
For then I realized I was a fool.
Yet all around were demons pushing me from the rear.
A soft voice called my name
”You're still in time, turn back.”
So I returned to my arduous climb
It was harder now but knew that was my real track.
Categories:
abounded, devotion, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries, go the butcher
The dry cleaners, the florist, the baker,
Did i turn on the slow cooker?
Have guests coming at 8.00p.m still
On the road, home in 15 minutes – phone Will,
Darling, Did you collect the birthday cake,
There is a big accident, traffic hectic won’t make
It to pick it up – Yes sweetheart I have
Drive carefully the roads are crazy,
Looks like a storm brewing, weather drizzly and hazy.
As I arrive in our driveway it pours with rain,
And I drop a packet, which had the red wine, I stain
My clothes and the car seat, go have your shower,
Hubby says, relax, everything is under control,
Turned shower taps to their full strength and power
Exhausted, let the water run over my naked body
Till I feel refreshed, get dressed in my
Sexy black number,
And come downstairs, hubby gives me a wolf whistle,
Just wait till the guests leave he says, look at him
From under my lashes!
The aroma wafting from the stove is
Provocatively divine!
And next to the sofa is a glass of room
Temperature red wine.
Table is set, arrange flowers I brought in a vase,
Immediately, the bell goes ding dong,
It’s Cherry and Tim,
She couldn’t wait to show me her engagement ring,
Hot on their heels are Susan and Barry,
He has just asked Susan to him marry,
And last of all my twin sister Rina, arrives she’s wise,
With her new boyfriend in tow she bellows, Hi guys!
Fun was had and wine was drunk
Laughter abounded in the lounge and dining room,
We all forgot how tired we were and
It was end of the month, and all the media forecasted,
Was doom and gloom!
It was my birthday, turning forty, no turning back now,
Don’t regret a day of my life, bless the day I took my vow,
Happy birthday dear Mary, happy Birthday to you,
I felt blest had my hubby and sister present and select
Friends but few,
Mellow and happy and with certainly no one drunk,
Just four happy couples full of zest and funk!
Our guests began departing, in twos they left,
I slipped of my shoes and gave a big yawn,
Will picked me up, and must have undressed
Me – for all I remember is waking up to a peck
On my cheek,
And a scrumptious breakfast in bed,
I always knew I had picked the right guy to wed!
Categories:
abounded, friend, husband,
Form:
Rhyme
I battled against the sharp stinging slaps I received
Seems life decided against me or so I believed.
Retired from work at first some just tranquil peace increased,
Till one by one, all my relatives suddenly ceased.
Severe problems abounded, but I never gave up
Despite the fact that bitter myrrh filled up my life's cup.
Solutions scarce, hard to find, but always strongly strove
To care, to love, to find an answer as my heart drove.
Still fickle time may not be on my side but my quest
Goes on, till a solution found so I shall not rest.
I'll be patient, work and wait for Almighty God's aid
Till it's done and I'll be laid ’neath an olive tree's shade.
Categories:
abounded, abuse, anxiety, conflict, depression,
Form:
Couplet
It was my first summer job
I didn’t feel quite ready
but I tossed all hesitation aside
it was time to stretch my wings
I felt lucky and tried to measure up
as summer camp counselor
on this beautiful woodsy island
where nature abounded
I was a full week into it
things were running smooth
I was starting to fit in as best I could
until it happened late one night
In the deepest darkness I met my nemesis
a teenie weenie itsy bitsy mouse
I let out a scream to wake the dead
that echoed clear across the lake
Coincidentally soon afterwards it was decided
they didn’t need quite as many counselors
I’ll always remember them polite as could be
as I was being thanked for my services
Read on air by invitation ~ May 19, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on April 15, 2021
Categories:
abounded, work, youth,
Form:
Free verse
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
~ Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
When I was young and felt so alive with joy
knowing that blessings abounded all around me
I welcomed the moments, striving to know more
than merely a moment, but hours and months
soon I would know that years held most truths
One truth that sought me out from my thoughts
is the knowledge that time surely is like a thief
it takes from the heart and spirit all the hope
for second chances to relive the present day
knowing that what comes next will be old age
Time takes the present and makes it into the past
reminds us that we’re going to dash through seasons
without ever sewing all the seeds we may need to
never obtaining the harvest that we so desire to see
from hearts who have known us throughout our history
Awakening in maturity, ripe from all the pains we’ve seen
there is soon to be a living will and all other things that reveal
the sad and painful truth that we will only be on this earth
for a brief moment, hurrying through on our way to eternity
where we meet with the One who holds the key to our fate
Whispers of faith resonate through our spirits and teach us
to listen to the silence and breathe prayers into the heavens
where the miracle of life brought us to this place in time
painting mysterious hues of azure skies with iridescent light
compassion flowing from the One who gave us this time
Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
November 9, 2020
Categories:
abounded, age, faith, god, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
Land Of A Lotta Love
Once upon a rhyme ago
in a land called Lack Of Love.
Where misery abounded
beneath storm clouds all above.
Lived a man of constant sorrow
and just right up the lane.
There lived a lonely lady
who's heart was filled with pain.
One cold, and rainy, afternoon
they both were filled with doubt.
They started talking to each other
and then the sun came out.
When their talk was over
the two of them would learn.
As they turned from one another
dark clouds would all return.
They started meeting daily
and there became a certain spark.
The land called Lack Of Love
no longer seemed so dark
Flowers started growing
by the bench where they both sat.
And grass was turning greener
around where they would chat.
The clouds had all but gone away
and nothing stayed the same.
No longer was there any lack
and the land had changed its name.
Now birds sing in the trees all day
and squirrels play on the ground.
The moon shines brightly in the skies
to pin the shadows down.
There's talk among some folks in town
about blessings from above.
Since Mr Sorrow and Ms Lonesome
had found some way to love.
The whole world was excited.
Lack Of Love had beat the blues!
They all sent their love to them
to celebrate the news.
With faith that went unrealized
like a single drop of rain.
Lack Of Love is overflowing now
with love it can't contain.
Each time you give your love away
even more love then comes back.
So give some love away today
if love is what you lack.
Edwin C Hofert
Categories:
abounded, christian, encouraging, fantasy, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
To many people, silence is a bore
thinking it to be a real chore
wishing always to be in company
looking for another open door
Being quiet and alone is so hard
always needing company of lots of folks
such people like talking so often
maybe shows inferiority that's so broke
I must confess I love silence
it's such a peaceful feeling
there's a sense of stillness abounds
such abounded peace so appealing
There's something soothing deep inside
listening silently to an absent sound
full of expectation of what's coming next
it's like a special jewel you've found
Silence is my thing of real beauty
so beautiful words cannot explain
what others think ugly I simply love
a silent moment fully satisfies my brain
(This is written about something that most people find ugly but I see it as beautiful and that's silence.)
Categories:
abounded, beautiful, peace, silence,
Form:
Rhyme
7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..
Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...
Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...
Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...
Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..
God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...
By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am
Categories:
abounded, care, celebration, character, community,
Form:
Imagism
Always You
From the day that I was born to when I was just a tot.
I don't recall too much at all of all the things I got.
I could not know how I would grow or see things I'd go through.
But looking back behind me now there was always you.
From rides in back of pick up trucks to picnics at the park.
You chased away the monsters in my room when it got dark.
There were bruises, cuts and scrapes and teardrops I would cry.
Times you smiled at me and promised I won't die.
Skipping school and being cool my ignorance abounded.
Always back and right on track when you said I was grounded.
Times I could not understand some things you used to do.
But looking back behind me now there was always you.
There were fathers down the block who played catch in the yard.
We did too a time or two but you always worked so hard.
Still today I sometimes think and start to wonder why.
How come back then the way it was I never saw you cry.
Then came the days we're friends again and I began to see.
That every thing you ever did you always did for me.
Finally I found my way and I gained understanding.
Of the time called yesterday when life was so demanding.
I wish with all that I hold dear oh how I hope and pray.
That you can feel the love I send to you this Fathers Day.
I am who I am today after all that we've been through.
Because you always loved me, and there was always you.
Edwin C Hofert
Categories:
abounded, change, child, conflict, father,
Form:
Rhyme
In ancient times when cruelty abounded, everyone's fate
was controlled by powerful gods who engaged in debate...
deciding where they lived, how they met their death;
today they are similar ones but act with much stealth.
The twenty century was chaotic, bloody and bellicose;
Nazism represented world power, conquest and victory,
and Fascism symbolized the iron hand of ugly tyranny...
Roosevelt and Churchill had a plan to subdue their vice.
Maddened Hitler committed suicide by poison and
Mussolini was hung in Milan; these despised tyrants
faced their final hour enraged by the advancing fiend,
but did they realize the atrocity of their madness?
When men become gods, their morals can sink very low
and by pursuing power, they mock the one who dreams;
and while expanding their evil empire to the extremes,
they gloat over their rivals' wealth--fearing it will grow.
Categories:
abounded, crazy, death, destiny, evil,
Form:
Rhyme