Best Bring Poems
Who would I bring back, if I had only one
Perhaps a great leader, Kennedy or Lincoln
Or I could choose a musical icon
Such as John Lennon or Michael Jackson
Maybe a legend of the silver screen
Maybe Marilyn Monroe or James Dean
All gifts to the world, but the selfish truth
I would bring back the mother of my youth
The mother who, with sublime grace,
Applied lipstick and blush to her ivory face
The mother whose delicate jasmine perfume
Filled my childhood's every room
Whose all-day-long-to-cook beef stew
Was the first comfort food I knew
Her dancing steps, so full of ease
Until the claws of arthritis seized
Her laughter so free, her hugs so giving
Before these days of assisted living
I would return the fire to her hair
And raise her from the wheelchair
And, as I used to, watch her choose
Her dress, earrings, necklace and shoes
Then she'll softly kiss my cheek
Before going out, coiffed and sleek
To her I would give my own energy
To be, again, the woman in my memory...
10/09/18
for Caren Krutsinger's 'Who Would You Bring Back' contest
I will always fight,
on the right side of good.
Against those who bring hate,
like everyone should.
I welcome your trolls,
I will show them their place.
And if we should meet,
I'll present to their face.
Silence is golden,
no hate will be found.
But keep it up my arrogant little friend,
and I'll release the hounds.
If you are bothered by trolls,
just bring them to me.
We'll make light of their ways,
and let truth set them free.
Can I hide in your eyes
smile in your heart
drown in your sorrows?
Can I flee in your hair
kiss your scared shoulders
crawl in your bed?
My darling, relax in me
come to my comfort
walk in my dreams.
Play with my longing
find me in darkness
bring me to light
Let us be here forever
hide here together
slowly resurface
and face day again.
Lift our heads to the sunlight
smile to the future.
Drown in my eyes
walk in my dreams.
Raise up together
in triumph resurface
And finally live
And finally live
***
October 23, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
The bright candle burns the last hours of day away.
At the same time, sun gleams through the window.
It sets beyond the hill through tall trees standing still.
I would like to capture every sunrise and sunset I see
From left to right here to bring this to you as well.
So I can share what I see at the beginning and end
Of every day, from where I live on the hill.
The birds are fluttering around as if it is morning.
They are singing happily in the evening air.
I bring their song to you also, maybe a tune to cheer.
Maybe as a stitch to mend your broken heart, maybe a smile
To have at the end of the day, just to know you are truly ok.
Heidi Sands
a memorial in time
bring it down
bring it down
a testament to bravery
bring it down
bring it down
a witness to chivalry
bring it down
bring it down
a monumental beauty
bring it down
bring it down
a statue turned gargoyle
bring it down
bring it down
I'll bring it down
this monument of words
this epic work of art
with hammer and chisel
with my bare hands
with my fingers torn
with my heart worn
I'll bring it down
I'll bring it down
Down to the ground
This abhorrent thing
grotesquely formed
no longer adorned
this thing of shame
remnant of the game
I'll bring it down
I'll pulverize stone
Only dust will remain
of what I disdain
washed away in the rain
of the tears
That you brought down....
Eileen Manassian
Anacreontic Verse
Winter has now passed,
tears drip from the sky
grey clouds hide the blue
it’s raining! I cry.
April showers
bring us welcomed rain,
our garden’s thirst
is quenched again.
Vibrant crocuses
of yellow and blue
peer through the soil.
Daffodils dance
in the warm spring breeze,
their golden pollen
may make you sneeze!
Terrific tulips
delight us
bursting with
jewelled colours of
purple, pink and red.
Cherry blossom falls
on a zephyr breeze,
resembling
pretty pink
wedding confetti
falling from the trees.
Checked using How Many Syllables
Contest -Anacreontic Verse 3 sponsored by Edward Ebbs
04~04~16
It lies with it's kin in the bag they live in, collectively known as a 'float',
not quite sure why that's so but there's one thing I know
and that's they've never been near a boat.
They hustle and clatter , skins not coated in batter, in different hues, green, yellow, red,
there's a blue one, poor thing with a twisted wire spring
that's unused, I assume that he's dead.
From a hook under the stairs they will come out in pairs
although sometimes they will hunt in threes
when bedsheets they attack, or their jaws may just crack
as it fights them all off in the breeze.
If encountering a red one, for sure, you're a dead one,
it nips at your fingers and toes,
and when the timing is right it's a horrible sight on the tip of a young child's nose.
I can honestly state that they sometimes migrate
not a lot, since they always get caught,
but please take it from me, that I can guarantee on washdays you are always one short.
11th April 2018
For contest 'Bring to life', sponsor Shadow Hamilton
There was a serene beauty prevailing around her as she everyday trod the path to work.. She looked so absorbed in her own thoughts that one might not spot the mysterious and cloudy stare into her eyes..
She knew her way to home and work by heart.. she seemed to be in a perfect tune with time and place.. all her movements appeared to be synchronized with the tempo of the sounds surrounding her..
Such a harmonious living human being! If only one could step into her world and bring to light her hidden and silent life!
Of those who watched her from afar would think of her a beauty of no core.. a blend of pathos and an unusual feel.. For those who crossed her path and nodded and smiled a friendly hello would neither see nor hear a greeting feedback!
Such an endearing youth! If only one could receive the full force of her inner warmth and smiles!
At work, no single unusual twists in her regular routine except for one bright day when a newly hired colleague, dripping with infatuation, approached her and dared looking into her non blinking eyes :
“ When I look into your eyes I see a life of hope and love we can share together.. “
He could see her articulating : “ Would you please step closer and repeat what you have just said so that I can see you and decrypt your words? “
Each living being
an abundance of powers
possible to see
"Haibun With A Message" poetry contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
What will Tomorrow Bring
Hoping for Rainbows
Hoping for rainbows after rain,
wind-blown rose petals of red.
Petals pierced by thorns of pain
like butterflies’ wings spread.
Wind-blown rose petals of red,
bleeding from a broken heart
like butterflies’ wings spread…
remnants of love ripped apart.
Bleeding from a broken heart,
petals pierced by thorns of pain.
Remnants of love ripped apart…
hoping for rainbows after rain.
06-08-2017
Contest: What will Tomorrow Bring - Pantoum
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Placement: 3rd
There are places that I've been
that you may never see
As the steady winds are blowing
this storm brews inside of me
But the strong hand that guides me
will surely see me through
As I walk within this darkness
There is nothing left to do
I see the storm clouds gather
as the thunder starts to roll
Lightening flashes all around
as the droplets flood my soul
But when the rain has ended
the sun will shine once more
and I will then be stronger
than I ever was before
So bring on the rain
let me cry these lonely tears
and release the pain
As the lightening strikes
this heart cries out again
I won't give in...
bring on the rain
As everything around me rages
onto my knees I fall
I cry out in desperation
"God help me through it all"
Then this fury deep inside me
slowly starts to drift away
Though a steady rain is falling
I know I'll be okay
So bring on the rain
let me cry these lonely tears
and release the pain
As the lightening strikes
this heart cries out again
I won't give in...
bring on the rain
BRING IT ON
Bring your unreachable,
Bring your difficult,
I am tough,
Bring your burdens,
Bring your depressed,
I’ve gone through rough,
Bring your exhausting,
Bring your untouchable,
Know all that stuff,
Bring your unorthodox,
Bring your unspeakable,
Bring on the powerful,
I’ll call their bluff,
Will take them by the scruff,
For I have had enough!
Demon in disguise with captivating dark-brown eyes,
He is gentle and focused, for you are his prize.
Hypnotic smile across his lips, with thrust of hips and eloquence,
He has broken your defence with confidence.
His trophy, your heart, he has won!
Candlelit dinners, flowers, romance
Passionate sex, holidays in the sun
Rings on the fingers you are now one.
Traditional promise and a couple of kids
It's all that matters, they have first dibs
A home, a car, and a dog,
Your life has begun as one hard slog.
Welcome to your life's routine
You are no longer sixteen
Are you still his queen?
What evil will his time bring?
Compliments ushered out the door
What are you thinking mopping the floor
Wiping up vomit, stumbling over toys
Is this what life is with all its joys?
What evil promise did his time bring?
Sex is a job, no longer a pleasure,
Your kids are precious your life's treasure,
He is always late, arrogant and rude,
You thought it was your fault for being such a prude.
So you take a few drinks to feel better,
While is off on business like a trend setter.
He is always failing at what he does,
You have lost it, the incredible buzz.
Venomous insults, frequent and rapid they leak
Like a demon possessed allow him to speak
Scarlet embarrassment paints your cheeks,
He has become an uncontrollable freak.
When the kids get older you promise to leave,
In order to feel better, your lie you believe,
you think he will change? are you so naive?
It is only yourself you begin to deceive.
A few nightly slaps, and a couple of bruises,
When for no reason his temper he loses.
The demon in disguise has brought about a promise of hell.
Nowhere to run to, no one to tell.
O' Broken Heart, What Shall All This Now Bring
Burn away, festering skies filled with pain!
Cast forth burning embers onto the bleating flock!
Let loose, sky demons to purge this dark place
And flying beasts to punish all that complain!
Give vengeance over to its satisfying lusts,
And cheer those that in darkness aid and mock.
No saving dawn will cool this raging hot fire!
Nor calvary arrive in sweet time to save the flock!
Unchained beasts will eat happiness away
Replacing with torment, misery and sad pleas!
Give vengeance over to its satisfying lusts,
And cheer those that in darkness aid and mock.
O' sacred revenge, stab the innocence of tomorrow!
Send darkness and plagues to scorch this sad flock!
Let loose demons to destroy the young and weak
And dance upon death,deep pain and sweet sorrow!
Give vengeance over to its satisfying lusts,
And cheer those that in darkness aid and mock.
O' broken heart, what shall all this now bring!
Burning to death the innocent people of the flock!
Destroying sweet life and beauty of this place
How sad that this evil you now stoop to sing!
Giving in to vengeance to satisfy sad lusts,
And cheering those wretched that aid and mock.
May divine grace and mercy heal raging pain!
Cast forth burning love for sweet innocent flock!
Let loose, angels to heal and renew this place
And flying comforters to give mercy in his name!
Destroy this vengeance that satisfies your lusts,
Heal those that in darkness would aid and mock.
R.J. Lindley
March 5th, 1977
Note- Another oldie from my private journal.
Today just seemed a good day to openly post this.
I am always torn on sharing these private writes.
But the idea that its better to give than to receive
usually wins out..
Bring the rain
This morning drifts
‘pon scattered leaves
as tiny raindrops
fall the eaves
from clouded form
in shades of gray
when sunlight hides
its shine away
The flowers droop
of garden share
neath evergreen
and dampened air
with spider webs
in woven strand
mosaics draped
across the land
And sparrows lie
in huddled rest
on folded wing
within their nest
A dreary day
of tempered mist
when colors found
are darkly kissed
Yet as I gaze
into your eyes
my thoughts begin
with azure skies,
sweet buttercups
of golden glow
in meadows green
their petals flow
Of butterflies
and bumblebees
like rainbows float
through emerald trees
For every beauty
there might be
I find them when
you smile at me
So bring the rain
and gloomy faire
For in my heart
I shall not care
As all my days
begin with you
and there is not
a better view
Good morning Soupers
Numb yawn of early Friday crawls
Through drowsy hours, a mind jangles
It twitches and shakes from weariness. Void.
By 6 am, my still world remains catatonic...
Gradually, exotic birds ( perhaps) tweet
An acapella of sounds ensues
Including the cat meowing its anthem:
Facial mask melting; slit eyes open
My body tumbl ing on edge of bedspread --
I know it's Friday...
tea time with self cancelled
So, here's a shout out:
I got you, last day of work
No blazing sun, time will jerk
Give me the blues...
You'll later pay the dues!
4/18/2019
Bring On The Dancing Bears Contest
Sponsor: John lawless