Best Better And Better Poems
It's so true
Without my girl I'm blue, I don't know what to do
Sometimes it all starts to go hazy
I wonder if I'm going crazy
From missing you
Girl, I'm missing you
I feel so cold, so dark and lost
In the night I turn and toss
I wonder, are you turning to
Maybe it's wrong to feel this way
To think I'll die if I don't hear you say
Boy, I'm missing you
See, I was longing all of my days
For a girl who puts me in a daze
Longed for a lover.. my best friend
A romantic journey that has no end
Yeah..
You came to me like a dream come true
And I never felt so alive
A gift from Heaven to have a girl like you
Without your love I can't survive
Your so fine
Like a red delicious wine, better and better over time
Your sweet taste.. Still on my lips
Crazy from being away on all these trips
I'm missing you
Girl, I'm missing you
I'm missing you
~Lyric Man
Note: This is a song I wrote in a lonely hotel room to my wife. She is my absolute.. my everything! The pain of being on the road and around others who love what I do, when she can't be there with me.. it hurts my heart so much. Sometimes I wonder if she or anyone else misses the person they love that much!
A super computer
Is coming for my lines
It thinks faster than me
By several thousand times
First it was chess
I thought it my domain
I can’t compete now
It’s driving me insane
It’s better and better
Not awkward at all
Feed in an idea
Or Tale rather tall
No spelling mistakes
Grammar precise
The jokes on me
AI ain’t very nice
It can write copy
Or a hit song
Damn it’s so good
I want to sing along
But in the end
It’s no good you see
Writing what I write
Brings joy to me
Artificial Intelligence
No heart or a brain
I prefer human
Forget the mainframe
Inspired by a conversation on Poetry Soup about AI. Mystic Rose started the conversation.
Mama, I saw you in my dreams..
Your face lit up as I see you...
I remember how you protect me..
I remember how you tuck me as i want to sleep..
I remember how you hold me when i'm sick..
I remember how you smiled when i succeed..
And how you cry each time I'm broken...
Mama, I miss you...
I don't say, i love you much...
But I put it in many ways...
I want you be proud of me...
I want you not be scared of me...
Trust me, I can manage & pass any storm..
Trust me, I'll not give up..
Trust me, I am no child no more
Trust me, I'm putting into actions what you want me to be...
Mama, I wish we shared more hugs...
I wish we had more strolls...
I wish we sang more songs..
I wish we do gardening again..
I wish, I'll make your pastries again...
Mama, my only mama
I love you in thousand ways..
Carrying me nine months carefully...
Please on your birthday..
Be happy and merry...
I am your second daughter..
Who have been loving you better and better...
by
olive_eloi
07/27/2013
12:25 pm
note: this poem is made and inspired by my mama, for whom have always been with me all the time and who have never stopped loving me.. thank you ma...
CONTEST: POEM FOR MOMMY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE (TO GOD THE GREATEST GLORY)
Come on artists
lets play a game
its all different to me and i want you to see how i am different
and let me shine as you sign up another way
as i prove to you my leadership of this new age wave
cards cards
give them new meanings
like you never knew you could
and lets make the psychics pine through our words to figure out
what they are reading and believing
I wanna see your hearts and spades
dressed in tall grass or lemonaide
i wanna see your cups and wands
inbetween whispering winds and songs lead me there
i know you can come on
come on
come on be strong
like a suit of clubs or diamonds
show me something
and then sprinkle your writings
and we'll make collectors out of all those we invite here
as they read and ponder the meanings of our literature
whats in your hand?
a royal flush a pair?
and as we deal the cards they stumble upon at this endless game
of cribbage or poker
or tarock
or war who is winning and getting points?
what card means what to who and why
tell me artist as you write with your style on low and high
what makes what suit smile and fade shine and slide?
inside outside sphere of influence
be their collective the object of the psychics to crave?
blind leading the blind
and something they are after for days and days
a few cards your favorite cards play smart or dumb
shuffle the cards pick a game deal a hand
reveal what your playing and one day i'll tell you what we're playing what your
cards mean
if nothing
to someone one day when the stumble your way
the mystery of nothing speaks something
and we rebuild the puzzle of cartomancy better and better this way
just inspire
once you know you can't
blind leadin gthe blind
so after you read this you can't
play along your uninvited
strike it off your list of things to do
round one is over now go find all who wrote
all who write all who have wriitten the masterpieces
of cards and see what they mean today and collect them for that is something no
one else can do
until round two....
Willingly I give you my heart,
Easily falling from the start.
Neither of us knowing where this will go,
Doing everything we can to let this love grow.
Yearning for God to play His part.
Always wanting a love so true,
Not knowing what God already knew.
Now we are here together,
Everyday is getting better and better.
Can’t hardly believe this love so pure,
Under God’s eyes it is for sure.
Now I know she is the most perfect in the land.
Doing everything I can to win her hand,
I will give her a love that is so grand.
For I know in my heart that she is true,
Forever will I say, “I Love You!”
Wendy Anne Cundiff
A cold autumn morning,
new rains have arrived
today not so ordinary
A little girls birthday goes by
she had an accident
she awoke in her bed wet
today she is six, a present she did
not expect
A day without the jug cord
would be her birthday wish
Her hope is soon faded,
for there her mother stood,
A birthday beating just begun-
her mothers' way
of a little fun
"you dirty little b!#@h"!
I'm sick of washing your sheets
this will fix you...and fix you good
till you're black and blue
...or till I'll make you bleed"!
Happy Birthday to me...
through aches and tears
I am happy
I survived to date six years
alone in her closet
she'd make this her car
travel to far away happy lands
go shopping for a star
once she bet the jug cord
she collected up the sheets
took her mums' old coal shovel
buried them under the house
darkest corner beneath,
her father gave her sixpence
every time she was dry,
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter
he'd put her in a cold bath
the little girl would trick him,
moving the sheets about
her mother would come in the room
catch the little girl out
the little girl did such things
out of fear she lied
the little girl was in a place
she was trying to survive
she adapted to her father
she adapted to her mother
though difficult it was
it affected everything
looking back the way she was
she changed her life completely
eradicated the fear
her life gets better and better
year after year
her mum and dad to this day
the little girl forgave
she understands the way they were
a woman she has grown
forgiving to her grave
she struggles on her birthday
preferring to enjoy
her spirit accepts what happened
on that day the present
she avoids
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God had made me an insect a flea
how short of life would life be
and all of God's creatures
i'd fear and flee
so small and fragile
not easy to see
crushed by everything but me
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God made me into a bee
i'd rally with my brother bee's
gather pollen from plants and trees
build a fortress for a queen
work like the devil to keep it clean
if any should bother our domain
where it is
i'll give them my stinger
and no longer live
such is the life for us and he
whom god decides
to make a bee
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God decided an eagle i'd be
noble, honored, swift and sleek
flying in the air for food i seek
secretly fishing with my eye
rarely is seen my deadly dive
I AM the symble for liberty and pride
i'll mate only once and then i'll die
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God had made me into a tree
standing tall above it all
save the mountians standing tall
in it's season making leaves
protecting both birds ans bee's
reaching high into the sky
growing wider than all living creatures
bearing fruit to feed the nations
eating the sun's rays before the hit they ground
my shade a cool shelter for everything around
my wonders wonder how it would be
if God decided a peacock i'll be
i'd strut and wear my tail so proud
my feathers match with any croud
my eye's and beak they match so well
the prettiest of birds
it is known so well
my feathers are emaculate
and my shape is so swell
i take great pleasure
in showing off my tail
my wonders wonder why it came to be
God made me a human being
so different and diverse are each of us
some of us praise , some of us curse
yet we struggle to believe in God above
one they think is evil
and the other made of love
to us he gave intelect
with a capasicity to feel
complicated emotions that shatter and kill
but with this comes motivation
to create and build
an internal competition
to be better and better still
some men beg some men borrow
and some men commit fraud
and most of them presumably
forgot about their god
but in this world of wonder
where wonders never cease
there is a visible God
watching man and beast
The world, a place dreamt perfect, orderly and friendly
Graced and paced, hospitable to both brave and cowardly
The timid forced turgid, the brave at times feeble and shake
At the forces from the four poles, leaving their lives at stake
The tell tale of the noble as the only capable to cope forces all
To quickly mutate into beings that can conquer and hell in stroll
You and I, apostles stemmed on great doctrine that constitutes
Making the world better and better, indorsing the ancient platitudes
We`re awed and perplexed by perspective of the world depending
On the side that we fall, the pessimist or unrelenting
With every rise of the sun, a chance to choreography
And perfect authentic living, whether it ends in tidings or catastrophe
As the light dims every day, conscience deems us gutless or valiant
Therefore with every breathe, comes an effort for a man to prove gallant
Reaction to the poem "My Beautiful Letter Multiply with Others You Make Verse" by James Edward Lee Sr
You are a message
and up Uplifting, you are
You come neatly noted, honey coated
with freedom and truth
Seeding weaving
Alluring words
Inspiring power
Heightening and enlightening
Enveloping everlasting existence
You're a message of love, you You are
The endless fire you capture here
Influencing
Warmth, heat, fire
Fire creators'
Physically floating
You're wondrous doting
Marvellous message you are
Happy Happy happiness brought
Tantalising thought
You're the mighty miraculous message everybody desires
You are the melodious Maestro
Harmonising, Inviting Enlightening
Sweet solace
Ravishing reception
The message of peace and love
Ahh acceptance ahh
All for another message
For the better and better
An up Uplifting message you are.
In the grip of Rivers of Babylon
Arise to consolidate your fight for faith
And God pain and strain from your comfort zone
Will slay to renew and reinvigorate the breath
Essential to make a way
To the salvation you deserve
As on bended knees you pray everyday
Your God in due season you serve
Reminding the Devil is a liar
Whose maneuvers to lead you astray
Can no longer soar higher
When into your life returns the ray
God shines brighter and brighter
Clearing dark clouds
That for an instant held you tighter
Enveloping you in doubt shrouds
You fight better and better
As faith grows stronger
To break away the sin and temptation fetter
The Devil squeezed a little longer
When you prevaricated
Granting him room to ensnare you
As your faith vacillated
Until your faith resolve in Babylon grew anew
To consolidate your path to salvation
Whacking the Devil
Into submission
Alongside his bags and tags teeming with evil.
Just put a pencil in my hand and suddenly...
..Smilling, talking, dancing across the page, climbing in a story,
Drawing a leaf, a picture,
Writing an adventure waiting to be read,
Drawing, writing all the whille,
Smilling at every word to be born,
Expressing every feeling ever known to man: happiness, sadness, love, and hate,
Every feeling ever imagined and described,
Magic in my words and fingers,
Creating beauty and perfection,
Beauty on paper,
Love in the sky,
Better and better do my words fly,
Higher, stronger, more beautiful, to perfectionperhaps not yet, perhaps not ever.
What do I have to do, to get some respect, at my poetry place?
I get rude comments from my nemesis, KatSkills, every single day!
How does KatSkills steal my ideas for my best poems, anyway?
How does she know to enter every contest I do, with my ideas, I say?
And why does Dragon always giggle, when of this, I do complain?
It seems a bit strange… There’s something, I don’t know? You say?
At least, my cat stays close, soothing me, as my words begin to flow.
Then Dragon and Kitty were behind the curtain wall, in a free-for-all!
As Hubby pulled the curtains back, you’ll never guess what we saw!
Ms. Kitty was in Dragons’ lap with a computer keyboard in her paws!
What? She’s my nemesis KatSkills! Well! What do you think of that?
She’s stealing ideas from Hubby and me, and plaguing me? Ah! Drat!
Dragon’s wasn’t getting famous, fast enough, so he hired her to write?
Now, he’s driving her crazy, as he plagues her, every day and night?
He changes the stories, and never stops complaining. You do say?
But hitting Dragon with a keyboard, won’t solve that, today or any day!
Dragon’s nemesis, The Sheriff of CrazyLand, wants to hire her away?
This keeps getting, better and better, is all that I can say! But it’ll be OK.
Being over-whelmed, we took her under our wing, with advice, so sage.
Apparently, it takes a village, to keep a cat, happy and satisfied, today.
We sent her to the Sheriff of Crazyland, on a weeks’ vacation, to abide.
She’ll be writing for great food, more attention and new toys, I surmise.
Distance makes a heart grow fonder, and a vacation from Dragon is OK.
And school will be starting soon, so she’ll be back and full of kitty play.
Then tutoring her on poetry, will help her to, steal our hearts away.
Besides, you can’t keep a good writer down, not KatSkills, anyway!
Uh- Huh! No way! It’s true! And with that, I bid you a fond adieu…
From Katskills, Dragon, and even us… For another day, so true…
I remember when I first heard of basketball. I remember that I could not ever make a shot. I remember when I started to play everyday. I remember when it was really fun to play. I remember playing basketball about 5 hours per day. I remember how I liked basketball. I remember that it is my favorite sport. I remember that each day I got better and better. I remember that I was going to make every shot. I remember that you ain’t going to win every game. Now I remember that it not about winning or losing it’s about having fun. I remember is that I love the sport. I remember people saying that I hate basketball, but that’s okay. I remember that basketball is a sport I wish I could play all day. I remember that basketball is about having fun. I remember that don’t let basketball come before God. The last thing I remember is don’t let other people say they're better than you and won’t let you play just say I bet I can beat you anyway.
Nothing to dishearten if things go astray
Not get scared if your life is in disarray
It gets better and better as time passes by
Many such trials are bound to fade away.
Facing the unpleasant without any dismay
Is the best way to get through the tragedy?
Things fall in places surely and positively
This then offers no reason to worry truly.
Remember change as nature’s philosophy
Nothing remains in life as a true constancy
Fear no more of any impending eventuality
That surely pushes one ahead sans timidity.
Do not be worried by happenings unpleasant
Believe the maxim that nothing is permanent
He only gains surely who can stand and wait
With a firm trust in the above captioned tenet.
Happenings are unavoidable and inescapable
Brooding over them makes one vulnerable
To despondency which is indeed deplorable
Action with serenity is vital which is laudable.
All said and done, know that destiny operates
We are but tools used by a mighty controller
HE plans in great wisdom the chain of events
HE makes things happen that happen for good.
Oh so delightful
Not at all frightful
Oh just one taste
It wont go to waste
One kiss down low
Oh I want to know
Would my tongue slip in
Would we sin
Steal just one kiss
No one would miss
Savor the flavor...suck the sucker...steal the sugar
Oh I want to know what it is like to be in her show
Away we go, in this show, I am on your stage
written in your book, just a page
I'm a still life for your portrait, Here i go, ready set...
You're the artistic eyes painting
The masterpiece make the brush sing
Take me where the art spills
Where I am the slave to your wills
Steal these kisses one two three
Give me wings and fly with me
Oh so delightful
Not at all frightful
You are the show
ready set go...
Stroke it one two three
I salute thee
Paint the corners
Stroke it lightly
Painting with passion
I'm your assassin
The hues are getting redder and redder
It's looking better and better
Exploding off the page
Restraining your rage
Capture me my artist in perfection
I look at you in my introspection
In your painting can you capture
This look of pure unhindered rapture
Is your skill going beyond the extreme
As I sink my soul into this dream
Lick this lust off my skin, it spreads like fire
Come and stroke this flame you admire
Looking from the outside in
Painted in your little grin
An absolute obsession
You're now my possession
Sprawled out on this canvass
I'm your bandage
Licking your scars
Igniting shooting stars
Here we are in the same sky
One with the moonbeams, you and I
Surrendering to the passion we feel
Calliope muses us into something real
One song, one kiss, one moment
Far too quickly it has came and went.