Best Celebrate Poems
Good Friday, is the day Jesus was crucified on the cross.
Jesus was willing to give His life for ours in order to give
us eternal life.
Easter Sunday, is the day Jesus rose from his tomb.
This is a joyous day and reminds us of His love for all
of us.
This is why I celebrate Easter, because I love Jesus for
all he did for you and for me.
He has prepared us a home in heaven and filled it with
his everlasting love for us.
For Linda-Marie's "Easter Inspirations" Contest
Written by: Carol Brown
03/30/2012
4th Place Winner
OCTOBER 7 HAS FINALLY COME! LET’S ALL CELEBRATE NOW!!!
Miss POET –DESTROYER/LINDA / Mr. Kash Poet/Frank H/ Mandy (Oct. 8) -The Poetry Soup Celebrities
LONG LIVE AND I LOVE YOU ALL!
HAPPY
HAPPY, HAPPY
BIRTHDAY OUR DEAR
LINDA/POET-DESTROYER
KASH POET/FRANK/MANDY
I LOVINGLY WISH YOU ALL THE
BEST IN LIFE TO YOU TODAY,
GOOD HEALTH, GOOD LUCK
ALL HAPPINESS, SUCCESS
BLESSINGS AND GRACES
TO YOU AND YOUR
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ice cream cake for you
my million hugs and kisses, too
that’s how special you are to me
so, I’ll make this day as lovely as can be
MAKING YOUR BIRTHDAY THE MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT!!!
By : Leonora Galinta
Written: Oct. 7, 2012
He appear to be a ladd of maybe 9 yrs. old. It's Friday, as our troop's prepared to move
out unto enemy territory, and then KABOOM!!...he becomes a suicide bomber. WOW! face-
less at such a young age. Now as I gather my comrade's body parts (as well as my thou-
ght's) to myself I say, "these people's belong in a cage". Pain in Irag, will it ever end, here
children's are taught too kill again & again. Our Boy'zz in misery, misery all around us, the
stinch of death is everywhere. Their fearless leader leads no more. Soon he's capture, "one
would think, finally!! and now answer's of life can be restore, but sadly there's only more
bloodshed here in Irag. And a salacious cloud still hoovers above our heads as the dead
bodie's continue's to rise, another soldier get sent home and familie's shall not be able to
stop the flow of tear's pouring from their eye's. (faceless at such a young age)
Our Boy's and Gal's in misery - here in a country, were there is no love, "A faceless enemy",
we continue to fight. Our Congressmen and Senator's vote to keep this sinceles war going,
"for our freedom", lying to themselve's and to the American people's. "For our Freedom",
"I don't understand-how can freedom be justified with a bullet and a gun". How can Freedom
be (?) when every Saturday you'll be burying your daughter or your son. Someday soon
we do get to go home, from here to a faceless nation. As the dead bodie's continue to rise,
and before the break of dawn starts another day. Your lil 9 year old goes outside to play.
In this land of confusion lil boy's also goes outside, freedom for him is to suicidily kill the
enemy-each and every morning in the name of Allah his mother tells him. So 10 U.S. sold-
ier's live's are gone, more are on the way. Remember their President is dead and gone
while our wants a "Celebration".
P.S.... This particular poem came to me in a dream, as in a dream I was there (in Irag)
holding this soldier who had been shot, and he relate's this particular
poem for me to write:
Don't dare to tell me how to act my age
Or that I'm too much drama on the stage
The curtain call will come, and here am I
I will not acquiesce before I die
I feel that time is running way too fast
This life I live, these moments will not last
There is no time to be sedate and coy
I'll break what binds and bends; I'll capture joy!
Tradition's heavy chain, I'll break somehow
I'll taste, I'll touch, I'll fly, and this I vow
When death comes near to give me fateful kiss
I will not weep, for nothing is amiss
The song that resonates inside, I'll sing
That hidden fantasy to light I'll bring
The cloistered dream, I'll set to frenzied flight
I will indulge my whims that bring delight
I will not leave my thoughts untouched by verse
I'll bless with words, immune to sting of curse
With blaze of light, I'll burn in brazen bliss
My lust for life I'll fill, nothing I'll miss
So do not tell me what to do or say
I may not live for longer than this day
And I will not accept a normal state
I'll forge my life my way; I'll celebrate!
Eileen Manassian
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
While she ascended to see faith’s work-surprising…
Triumphantly awaiting her was a great blessing
Indeed, an answered prayer, worthy of praising!
“With God, nothing is impossible,”* she shouted
“Dad’s cured from ailment with which he’s been afflicted.”
Miraculously, her father’s wish was granted:
To witness his daughter’s wedding he then waited!
From here the City churches pierced the mist
Announcing festive celebrations from their list
Revealing that the Sovereign Lord does exist
Thus, to seek and trust and Him, man should not resist.
Father and daughter extolled God’s wonders of care
How they worshiped Him for safeguarding their welfare
The father checked his “Trust God” notebook with awed stare
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square.
Midst joy, He offered thanksgiving for their grand state
Saying, “You’re good, Oh, God, and great. You’re never late!”
He’s well to bring his daughter to her altar date.
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
May 11, 2018
7th Place, "One Nine and Sixteen Upgrade Version" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 6/20/2018.
We get so warped out by fear at times
That we forget to celebrate our little victories every day
Looking back; none of us can say we haven't walked through a storm
Yet, we are still here
Some tattered, emotionally crippled
Not talking about our silent battles
But let me applaud you
You haven't given up, you might have taken a break, but you didn't tap out
So if fear, comes at you today
Embrace that emotion, acknowledge it but don't let it own you
You were not moulded in a cast of fear
You were moulded in victory and promise
Celebrate that!!!
©wilmaneels
©24022022
Festivals
We all meet each other ,greet each other
Happiness ,smiles spreading each other ,all around the world
Indian festival gives us fun ,new clothes ,pooja to the god in the early mornings ,so much of devotion ,prayers
Indian festival fun to celebrate
Festival makes us to foregt the bad past
Creates a new good begining
Festival fun to celebrate
So much of good happening spreading in the house
Lots of food preparing the house
Indian festival so much of fun to celebrate
Family staying together having fun together , strongest ,smart part of the Indian festival
Anyone would love to be a part of festival.
Give me flowers while you still can,
In this fleeting world, a brief lifespan.
Don't wait till I am under the sand,
To say I was the man that always took a stand.
Let blossoms of love unfold,
In the tapestry of moments, stories untold.
I have cretinous heights to get to,
Yet I live my life impromptu.
Like petals whispering tales of grace,
Embraced by time, a fleeting embrace.
Letting fragrant verses of beauty unfurl,
In the garden of life, a precious swirl.
For time is a painter, a swift brushstroke,
Cherish the blooms before they revoke.
In the melody of now, a sweet refrain,
Everything earned, nothing given.
Give me flowers while you still can,
let their essence remain, it's a brief lifespan.
Celebrate me.
Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death
No great fire, yet get the water hose
decayed words fall in ancient settled dust.
As they break under weight of new age prose
in modern shone light are we now to trust?
No riper fruit to be sweetly savored
classic poetry is now scorned as rust.
New age ink, tis now the new gem favored
ill winds destroy more with every huge gust.
Birds of Paradise show only dull gray
old vineyards no longer make treasured wine.
Sun illuminates brighter the long day,
bow to new masters and all will be fine.
If allowed, new-age will destroy the past.
With such broken foundations, what house can last?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2017
Sonnet( Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death?)
Nay say I, Fate controls death yet we control our souls and heart
Come to know truth in simple terms,
Embrace the zest that zeal inspires;
Live love's sure proof in living germ,
Explore that quest that frames the fire;
Be one true soul that knows just how,
Reach deeper then to a grand sway;
Attract what holds the way of now,
Thrill strokes and blends that forge the way;
Embrace the feel of show and tell.
Quit the old tact that hardens heart,
Use time to will the healthy spell;
Enjoy the pact that seeds firm start,
Succinct the tale that ever grows,
Truth does prevail to stage love's show.
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2015
Singapore
Let us celebrate each and every age
~ blessings come with new each stage
I celebrate me
By Michelle Morris
16/06/2020
I celebrate me
Because I am
Queen of my realm.
I celebrate me
Because I stand alone.
I celebrate me,
My darkness and
My light;
I celebrate me
Because I stood up
After every fight.
I celebrate me
Because I can't rely on
Family or friends.
I celebrate me
Because I am a
Diamond in the end.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Time to celebrate
Bright lights fill the summer sky
Demonstrate freedom
I wish to celebrate you
Not like dew
Fit for morning
But for years
Neither once nor twice
Forever
Not like birthday
For a day
Not like Christmas
For a mass
Neither for a pass nor fuss
Forever
Long live for holy day
Trust and obey
For world is fate
For God is set
World to perish
God to cherish
I celebrate you
Do they celebrate Christmas in Heaven?
What a glorious sound it would be
If all of the angels were singing,
Gathered round a big evergreen tree.
Will you have some children to read to,
Like those wonderful yuletide’s of old?
Will you be chosen to tell them
The story you once happily told?
Another Christmas without you,
I’m missing you still, my dear son.
But if they have Christmas in Heaven,
Then perhaps you will not miss the fun.
I know that God must have noticed
How you like to spread Christmas joy.
And perhaps He will let you play Santa,
To a small angel girl or boy.
I can see those small cherubs jostling
To be invited to sit on your knee,
While you tell them the old, beloved story,
Of how Christmas first came to be.