Best Ailed Poems
Dear God,
As these hearts, ailed with sadness
Look for reasons in the dark
Turn their loss to hope and gladness
When to your light, lost love embarks.
Finding peaceful rest beside you
Is our prayer this soul will find
Into your arms with joy to cling to
From pain and sorrow left behind.
Tis but a whisper of your goodness
That offers all that seek a home
Forever promised in its pureness
Null of fear to ever roam.
Pray, we someday see the reason
Not for them but we who wait
That when it becomes our season
We will not pine to meet our fate.
Treasured love who’s gone before,
Be at peace forever more…
Prayer Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Love Gone Before©
08/17/2016
Categories:
ailed, loss, love, prayer, religious,
Form:
Quatrain
A Palindrome Tale
I’ve got a tale to tell you of travel, love and lust
The travel, it was joyful, my love life was a bust
I met a girl in Tulsa, next day my diary read
A **** nixes sex in Tulsa; “Dammit, I’m mad” I said
So I went off to Europe to see the Mona Lisa
I thought it was in Italy; but as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
A Delia saw I was ailed; I’m a fool; aloof am I
When she offered me spaghetti, I said “I prefer pi”
And then I found Naomi – Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? I can not lie. I headed back to home
And then I met this Madam; as mad as Adam, she
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live; God saw I was dog tired
Live not on evil they did say; Then my luck expired
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison where I dwelt
Ned, I am a maiden; not a banana baton had I felt
Mdailey 3/31/12
A **** nixes sex in Tulsa;
Dammit, I’m mad
as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
Delia saw I was ailed
I’m a fool; aloof am I
I prefer pi
Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I?
mad as Adam
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live
God saw I was dog
Live not on evil
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison
Ned, I am a maiden
not a banana baton
Categories:
ailed, life, love, on writing
Form:
Rhyme
"Doctor!
Doctor!
How is he?"
"Quite terrible, Miss.
He will not survive the night,
Probably not even the hour."
"What does he have?
Terminal cancer?
Pneumonia?
Cardiac Arrest?"
"No.
It is worse then all of those.
Even combined."
"Oh no!
Can I see him?
"I imagine you can, Miss.
But that's the problem.
I'm afraid I can't treat him
Since I can't--"
"Doctor! Please tell me.
I love him.
He's my boyfriend.
We have no secrets."
"Then you may wanna sit down.
Miss, I am sorry to inform you,
Your boyfriend is ailed with
A severe case of nonexistence."
Categories:
ailed, boyfriend, funny love, girlfriend,
Form:
Light Verse
I was driving with my friend Delia in my brand new Honda Civic
It was noon and we were on our way to see my Auntie,
she’s my mum’s sister, we call her Evil Olive!
Suddenly I swerve to avoid something in the road and skid on some dumb mud -
Was it a cat I saw?
Won’t I panic in a pit now?
Sadly last year there were ten animals I slam in a net.
I was distraught; I don’t want to step on no pets.
Delia saw I was ailed, do you need a drink she asked?
“Rum… rum…” I murmur.
Silly me, I redden, I mustn’t drink and drive
Delia takes over the wheel and pulls up at Walmart’s tram law
We get the trolley passing the fruit and veg, no lemons, no melon.
Oh drat! mom had asked me to take some fruit to Auntie Olive
I’m a vegan, ew eat a ewe - eating meat; the thought is quite disgusting
I wonder when they are killed do geese see God?
I grab something for tea, Ya! Pizza zip pizazz! I pay.
Palindromes II Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
10/9/18
Categories:
ailed, humorous, silly,
Form:
Free verse
Jailed at home by a white, frozen world
Adorned by one unmindful Jack Frost.
Ceramic ice was recklessly hurled,
Kicking bitter, beast-winter across
Fields, woods, yards and modern built cities.
Rejoicing nature rules us as boss,
Offering risky snow trussed pretty.
Some people claim this day is a loss,
Taken by a prankster, Mister Frost.
Categories:
ailed, snow, winter,
Form:
Acrostic
Ailed heart
so freshly healed
must not be neared the fire
it's tough to resist this tempting
love flame
Categories:
ailed, love
Form:
Cinquain
The sky has lost its bluish hue,
it's gone from bright to dark
The moon and stars arrive in view,
to light a sky once stark
I watch the sky from where I am,
my thoughts begin to stray
I know my sky is what you see,
though you're so far away
My stars you view so infinite,
their schemes you also see
I'm ailed you see my "man in moon",
much more than you see me
My heart stays heavy, as we’re together,
as often as moons are blue
Though far apart, at least I share,
my nightly sky with you
- Written 22 October 2013 at North KAIA -Kabul, Afghanistan (North Kabul International Airport)
Categories:
ailed, i love you, i
Form:
Rhyme
C hivalry is not dead but alive in a gallant gentleman like me
H ailed as honorable, my desire is to treat each woman like a queen
I nspired by the Lord, I live each day dutifully by the Word of God
V aliance, a trait I aspire to, fighting for truth even though I am flawed
A lways courteous and polite, respectful in my speech and actions
L oving my neighbors and enemies as myself in all my interactions
R eaching for the stars, I dare to dream yet keep my feet upon the ground
Y ears from now, I will have no regrets for I gave love abound
*The picture is David Beckham on a white stallion. If I'm going to be a guy, I might as well be a good looking one!
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 2, 2012
For the If I Were A Boy contest (Frank Herrera)
Categories:
ailed, faith, fantasy, life, philosophy,
Form:
Acrostic
When a Man Loves a Woman
He awoke, unaware of what ailed him,
lay blissfully stupid upon the bed.
They had exchanged numbers. “Perhaps?” “We’ll see?”
yet now, by trailing scent of her, he's led.
“Twas but the fleeting brush of flaxen hair
filaments of gold this spidery maze
soft pouty kiss left hanging on the air
stunned prey held motionless ‘mid moonlit gaze.
Yet deep within the urge to run, to flee
deny the heated blood within his veins
escape the tentacles of what might be
while on the wind the rapture slowly wanes.
And yet he'll search each night those depthless eyes
arrayed within the nuance of disguise.
12/15/2016
When a Woman Loves a Man
She awakens cognizant of love’s start
rolls lazily on pillowed fantasy
longing to hear the thunder of their hearts
walking the silent rim of ecstasy.
All else is but a dreamy Princess theme
cold rain become the dripping tears of joy
cavorting in the mist of passion’s scheme
short dalliance with longing’s clever ploy.
Retreat, defend the castle, lest it fall
become but subjugate to passion’s King
live in the shadow of love’s passing thrall
wander in search of windblown scented spring.
Yet does the fervor of her heart conceive
a love no doubtful passion can unweave.
12/16/2016
Categories:
ailed, love, men, women,
Form:
Sonnet
Who will cry for the little boy,
Whose wails are heard resounding inside the man.
The man whose ever unhealing wounds are clothed in pride,
These mortal scars he wears beneath his flesh
To him are medals of honour
testimonies to his character
Though his visage is a prominent countenance of pride
He is ailed by a phantom of a little whelp
a wailing boy who stands at the threshold of time
ever hurling his lamentations to the man
with accusatory tones in little grievous voices
accursed day the mother's nipple he purged
with tiny bites and little nibbles his mute protests understood
and from his suckling lips his nourishment rid of with haste,
& left after the mother's guttural wails, a glutinous white trail of sweet aliment.
in persuit of new tastes, urged to crawl away from those who knew him
needing to quench his dry life with spirits and to lick his wounds in solitude
the boy's mistake his haste attitude to become a man
Ever and forever more so, suckling from a bottle's tip the said spirits, the malignant acids,
remedies to calm his demons, heart hardened and his will to live humbled, now with each sip he impugns his need to exist, sipping these pernicious aliments to tenderly nourish his grave and coax his days shorter.
bear not amiss the abhorant, dreaded days ere
when harsh lines marked the path he progressed,
in the keeping of a world with vile intentions this lone boy
with no loving hand to stroke a tender flame on his fragile emotions
accursed day when ignorancy ailed one such as he, to hate blindly
pride and arrogance his eventual downfall ever stirring him to ignorancy.
hate he suckled as nourishment from the nipples of a mother whose bosom coursed with old hate.
robbed of her maidenhood, violated absent care, then the spawn to disdain and loathe unfurl out of the desecrated womb, a gift from nemesis
woe ye the day he bid his own counsil unworthy to heed
ignorant of benevolence his creeping demise unfurl
heart unchanging ever frozen in the frame of the babe
Categories:
ailed, childhood, depression, day, day,
Form:
Free verse
Life's latitude leant over full,
The judgment perished too--
It was the limit of my dreams,
But just the least of you.
What ailed this pretty maiden?
For it puzzled me to know--
As the blushing birds set down to drink
And the shadows trembled so.
A maiden guised in motherhood,
Constrained as well, a wife--
Life's latitude leant over full
Though less for such a life.
Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the meadow-bee--
I would dally in the garden
Till I set the maiden free!
~M
Categories:
ailed, devotion, garden, love, nature,
Form:
Imagism
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She had had enough and wouldn’t be afraid to do it again;
This time even if it meant to lose me.
She said; ‘where would you take me you who wouldn’t fruit my womb.’
Nowhere I thought, and why; was painful and hurting as any slicing hurt tongue.
She was bitter and I was furious I made statements ailed by lack of courtesy;
I was hurting.
I said; that’s fine maybe you may never see where I would just you go on.
Weeks passed and we couldn’t speak, we thought, as we lost sight of each other
While our traces engraved in our hungry minds and unforgiving memory,
It was not official but she knew it was over and out
I went cold but still after forever;
she said; ‘why did you ask for me.’
I said; ‘I didn’t’
She said; ‘you liar you broke me off your heart’
A heart she hurt much that she could remember hers I couldn’t say that; the same heart wouldn’t let her get hurt.
Then we touched and then we trembled together as eyes met and I felt that freeze feeling; cold and exciting.
She said; ‘I feel the charge through me still, do you?’
I did the; fire to be exact.
We couldn’t talk of the recent past though, we always couldn’t, this time it did good than bad.
I said; ‘why wouldn’t you tell me you love me I keep saying it just to bid you return my words.’
She said; ‘I’m afraid’
I said; ‘but do you?’
She said; ‘yes!’
But she turned tough, impenetrable, incoherent and cold to all my efforts to make her smile.
Then amidst the search of finding her rolling-away love she throw a rope and pulled me to her heart,
All my mystery of how I felt connected to her more than ever was interpreted.
It was blood that fused us, bonded our souls together against the pessimism of our minds.
We couldn’t avoid it. Then I heard her;
She said; ‘I’m not keeping it.'
I said; ‘yes you are.’
But she was serious determined and focused; it was for her future, she claimed
She made it happen promising it won’t change things between us.
She was following the path of her future tinted with portrait of redundant culture designed by her folks.
She looked forward but couldn’t let go my hand.
She couldn’t let another have me
She couldn’t let me go, just like I was trying not to
She said I love you while she’s with another,
I said I love you too with tears rolling back to my rumbling stomach,
‘what should I do?’ I said…
Categories:
ailed, love, me, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Suffering from an ailed of break up
Is an untune or bonkerness I blurred
Still, I remained and dreamt
And prayed to kicked the bucket
In the dark I stood and uttered I quit
As she swear wrong to stay forever
I remembered the smile she used to make my face
But now everything is died with smudge
But still my love is not vain
I will be with my love forever
It’s not a quotation of mad and bonk
But the verbalize of love
Categories:
ailed, break up, cry, sad,
Form:
Free verse
I see you breathe,
I watch you cry,
I hear you laugh,
Your my mother, mother mine.
I lie,
We fight,
I break you down,
Stubborn but fierce,
An heir who's yet to bear your crown.
You're the voice in my head,
Telling me right from wrong,
The never ending conscience,
A repetitive song.
I see your mournful,
You're silent in days I've failed,
Your my mother; my heart's in anguish,
For your silence has ailed.
My actions and choices, equivocal to say,
That I'm doing my best to be more than I am,
The babe you named and here to stay,
I'll love you more with each passing day.
I am what I am,
A free spirit you bore,
The tiny thing you held,
I'm growing and still learning evermore.
Your my mother,
My creator,
A woman so strong,
My mirrored other, stubborn when we're wrong,
I yearn for your words,
Your hand to extend and feel your embrace,
Never shall I surrender, never will I cease to try,
For you're my mother, mother mine.
Categories:
ailed, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
"Life as in a day".
(1) Coming into this world quietly at Dawn
when a tiny little baby was born.
With mother’s milk, extending the Life
devouring foods mother provide.
Slowly but boldly, crawling on all fours
standing up and toddling fast, walking on all floors.
Schooling at five, & graduating with pride after twenty
attaining & obtaining the knowledge so plenty.
(2) Noon is a time, a young guy in his prime
With new strengths & new senses well defined.
Well trained, knowledgeable and bright
a married life he shared with wife
raising children with his genes, as he thrives.
Living happily ever after, with his family as he strives
this is his right, as well as his plight, in this world so wide.
Struggling to endure, his life so harsh
rowing up stream, waters so rough
strong winds blow from left & right
holding the oars tight, rowing to keep alive.
Oldie and grumpy, slowly as strength ailed
feeble and frail, and weakness prevailed.
Exhausted, debilitated, & sickened with disease
it is mundane nature, every body live and die in a brief.
Families break up, in life and in death
only few are the exceptions, it’s a true fact
anticipate, if children over eighteen, relocate out of the pact.
(3) Twilight is the sunset of life, growing old
irrelevant, obsolete, and acting slow,
With no voice in the family anymore.
Donating and consolidating merits he so adores
practicing the Noble Truths to get the hold,
as Buddhism is in accord with natural laws, studies showed.
Senility led to monasteries and temples, so the saying goes,
sickness and sufferings prevailed, feeble & old.
Twilight sets, times shreds, breathes his last breath
sun goes down, darkness grows around, & death follows after the last gasp.
By Ko Ko Thein (Salt Lake City)
Categories:
ailed, life, life, world, family,
Form:
Rhyme