Best Amelia Poems
between the plant pots and the trays
the cobwebs had seen better days
and for all the wood and damp and soil
the smell was one of paint and oil
as flies and wasps lying in state
were curled up past their fly-by-date
and nails and screws and metal hooks
shared space on shelves with brewery books
beneath a clock with broken hands
where time stood still amongst the cans
and jam jars full of pip-like seeds
stood next to things that no one needs
and while her tears had stained the glass
that looked out on the unkempt grass
upon the floor amid the mess
..a letter
and her wedding dress.
Categories:
amelia, death, garden, literature,
Form:
Rhyme
dolphin fin appears
it cuts the water briefly
as i walk the beach
Categories:
amelia, dedication,
Form:
Haiku
Leather jacket cloaked
upon shoulders worldly wise
together they lay
within the Pacific floor.
New Year gift to keep her dry.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Categories:
amelia, memory,
Form:
Tanka
Swallowed up somewhere in the South Pacific
Amelia and her Lockheed Electra vanish one day
On July 2, 1937 her last radio contact received
In that time, poor navigation tools at play
In an attempt to circumnavigate the globe
With Navigator Noonan she bravely set out
From South America they headed due east
Following a planned but difficult route
Africa, India, S.E. Asia and on to New Guinea
But she never arrived at the next scheduled stop
Howland Island, a ship standing by to refuel
In the vast ocean, this land only a tiny drop
Many scenarios imagined over the years
Ditched in the water and lost to the sea
Crashed on an island and finally succumbed
Knowing that lost to the world she must be.
At home in the vast reaches of the sky
Breaking ground for the women of her time
Scholar, author and fashion trend setter
A unanswered tragedy, she still in her prime
* In December of 2010, 3 small bones, a shoe, and some makeup found on
Nakumaroro Island in the vicinity of Howland Island. DNA studies underway to
determine whether they might be Amelias.
Categories:
amelia, historylost, lost,
Form:
Quatrain
morning, a bright dawn
a walk on the beach to think
the waves slowly crash
Categories:
amelia, art,
Form:
Haiku
As the sun shines so brightly
I am always playing cheerfully
Makes me realize that I have grown into
An energetic personality I can call my own;
Excited about being close to Mommy & Daddy
They're so special!
Playing with my sister
And even looking for a seashell.
Listening to my heart and soul
When expressing my feelings in art
Or whatever I like to do;
I live in a world of happiness and joy,
Of confidence & determination
That special glow;
Always surrounded by the love
That I have come to know.
Categories:
amelia, happiness, heart, joy, love,
Form:
Acrostic
harlotry to think
of worlds when waves do crash so
and the breaks come in
Categories:
amelia, art,
Form:
Haiku
Amelia she loves to chat and tells an amusing story
But dear readers BEWARE – this one’s a little gory
She worked long hours at night as a barmaid
It was a job she loved and good wages she got paid
She’d had a busy day and her pits were a little whiffy
So she had a little bath – it would only take a jiffy
So into the bath Amelia got, she sank into the bubbles
But this was only the beginning of Amelia’s troubles
Amelia did a little fart but unfortunately followed through
And in the bath was floating a little bit of poo
Amelia got out quickly and left the bath to drain
But unbeknown to her the turd it did remain
She got dressed and ready to go - she had to get her lift
To the pub she loved to work in she always enjoyed her shift
With the customers Amelia was always a big hit
She didn’t let on her secret that in the bath she’d done a little poop*
But it was a Wednesday night and a quiz was on this day
Amelia she loved this challenge and she would always play
The final question stumped many people but they wanted to be the winner
Which barmaid crapped in the bath tonight and could they name the sinner?
The one in the white t-shirt some of the customers did shout
Amelia went as red as a beetroot- she couldn’t wait to get out
But the customers they did shout and cheer
And poor Amelia had to pour them another beer
Now Amelia no longer works in the bar
She works as a receptionist – she’s really come far
She loves her new job and always likes to talk
But to stop her following through now she always wears a cork.
· I had to change this from the S*** word as I know swearing is not allowed – but the expletive does make the poem flow better.
Jan Allison
19th March 2014
~submitted for contest Take 2 Free poetry contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud ~
- Unplaced in contest 'tickle my funny bone' sponsored by Francine Roberts ~
~ Please see notes about this poem ~
Categories:
amelia, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
She started off in Kansas
Where dreamers often do
But this child with mind on flight
Never owned a pair of ruby shoes
Spending days out in the fields
Underneath the bluest skies
Twirling round in circles
Arms out open wide
With nothing there to hold her down
Nothing to cling to
But the desire to take life higher
Than the eager kite she flew
~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings
With mind set to wonder
She set her mind to stone
Took all that life would hand her
Never tossed the dog a bone
Lived this side of the edge
Of the yes I can
Knew a woman could do most anything
Attempted by a man
Amelia still fly's to this day
With gravity no longer in her way
She dreamed high and touched the sky
Leaving the world in her wake
~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings
Categories:
amelia, inspiration, visionary, woman,
Form:
Light Verse
Amelia,
writer, reader, shower singer, kitchen dancer,
Sister of James,
Lover of family, friends, and a badly-named boy,
who feels the weight of the world, love, pain,
who fears bones, secrets, fights
Would like to see a published book of mine, my friend's next reply, Hokkaido
Resident of Gifu, Japan,
Marie
friend, fearful, prideful, alone,
Sister of Meriwether (she's a girl, fyi)
Lover of books, music, art, my classes (all three of them)
Who feels the pain of the night, the bite of the wind and rain, the darkness of the heart, and the hatred that no one can see
Who fears her dark, dark heart, the things I cannot see, the things I don't hear, romantic love,
Would like to see mountains beneath my skis, wind in my sails, and courage in my heart
Resident of Seville, Ohio, USA
Harmon
*Note: Meriwether can be both a boys' and girls' name, famous example are the fairy in Sleeping Beauty (blue, I think) and Meriwether Lewis (he explored the western US with Sacajawea). I modded the poem slightly from the original form, using my middle name to link the two poems. X)
Categories:
amelia,
Form:
Bio
rotate the balance
set the alliance,go forth
end the dredge,oh shore
Categories:
amelia, art,
Form:
Haiku
sasserfrass road kids
thats where old men grow up here
old men of the isle
Categories:
amelia, art, men,
Form:
Haiku
Happy 3rd Birthday Amelia Jane
Your eyes are the loveliest shade of blue,
Cerulean I think, oh yes, that will do;
Honey gold hair, a pretty little smile,
I love you so much, this could take a while.
I love to snuggle and hold you tight,
Watch you sleep when spending the night.
You’re such a big helper making pancakes for supper,
They’re the best; of course, you’re in charge of the butter.
And, after a bath comes jumping on the bed,
You jump and giggle till your face is red.
Playing with play dough is such great fun,
I sure am tired when the day is done.
I cherish the time we spend together,
Throwing rocks in the pond or collecting feathers.
Getting hot donuts at Krispy Kreme,
A cheeseburger at McDonalds, and a tasty ice cream.
Thank you for showing me the world through your eyes,
A world that’s still a great big surprise.
Thank you for loving me, my precious little child,
I see it in your face and your sweet little smile.
My, how you’ve grown in just three years,
The sweet things you say, is music to my ears.
“I wuv you PePaw” keeps a smile on my heart,
And gives me delight when we’re apart.
So, today, we celebrate birthday number three,
You’re surrounded by friends, a loving family.
Through the noise and laughter of this joyous day,
I’ll be watching my girl, and silently pray.
All my love,
PePaw
12/13/15
Categories:
amelia, birthday,
Form:
Couplet
She is a widow, never wanting to marry again, never defiling her vows,
her five children have moved to other parts of the United States;
and they seldom visit her, except on the very special season of Christmas,
when she adorns her home with garlands and lights to honor the Child Jesus...
Her name is Amelia, a petite lady from Andalusia,whose passion is writing poems,
and her Spanish accent is somewhat heavy, but the words are clear and precise;
on long summer's nights she speaks of her native land...meadows covered with camellias,
and tells tales of Columbus and the Conquistadors with feathered helmets...
She was quite beautiful in her younger days, daises in her dark, lustruos hair,
and sea-colored eyes that resembled the Mediterranean Sea, which brought her nostalgia;
and she often wore a folklorist costume of stripes of bright orange and yellow like her flag,
and now she's confined to a wheelchair looking sad...who has camellias for Amelia?
This past spring I planted a dozen of camellias plants in the empty and barren lawn,
hoping they would bloom when she would stare at the huge Atlantic Ocean;
and with eyes as sharp as a youngster, Amelia would see her beloved Spain,
and those lush meadows covered with camellias to bring her bitter-sweet pain.
In the quite hours of an early August' morning, Amelia rose to say her prayers,
and with the rosary in her devoted hands, she peaked outside and surprisingly smiled;
a beautiful garden of camellias appearing in front of her joyous eyes... she was so delighted,
but she couldn't go outside and caress them, but thought to herself, " Someone cares! "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
amelia, devotion, faith, happiness, history,
Form:
Narrative
As the sun shines so brightly
I am always playing cheerfully,
Makes me realize that I have grown
Into an energetic personality that I can call my own,
Excited about being close to Mommy and Daddy because they're so special...
Playing with my sister, and even, looking for a seashell,
Listening to my heart and my soul
When expressing my feelings in art or whatever I do,
I live in a world of happiness and joy,
Of confidence and determination....that special glow,
Always surrounded by the love
That I have come to know.
Categories:
amelia, childhood, daughter, family
Form:
Acrostic