Best Choices Poems


Premium Member A Series of Choices

A series of choices is what shapes a 
life.
Some lead to joy, others to strife.
They come in all sizes, both big and 
small.
Some lift us up and some make us 
fall.
Our choices affect us, but so often 
others
Strangers and friends, family and 
lovers.
Take care that your choices are 
honest and pure.
In every choice, try to be sure.
Choices revealed in actions and 
deeds.
They're nestled in wants, desires 
and needs.
What we say, what we don't.
What we will, what we won't.
We are judged by our choices, for 
good or for bad.
Living with memories, happy and 
sad.
Choices are rarely ever rehearsed.
Once they are made, seldom 
reversed.
Who we are at the core can be 
shown by a choice.
I hope that in yours, you'll always 
rejoice

Premium Member Created By Choices

Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son

A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need

When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair

Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again

I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave

Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat

Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me

She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole

Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices

My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created

Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes


Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".

Premium Member Choices

Three score and five and I am still alive
It's been a rocky road from there to here
For years my only goal was to survive
When each tomorrow was a new frontier

Of friends and foes that came into my sphere
The beauties and the beasts, my counterparts
Some saw me stumble, others saw me cheer
Those who were with me from the very start

And though I can not name them all by heart
Nor deeds nor misdeeds, that which came to be
The choices that I made, they had no part
If one should point a finger, point at me

Responsibility is mine alone 
Someday it will be I, who must atone.


     Daniel Turner
   Spenserian sonnet
 ABAB BCBC CDCD EE


November Sunrise- Three Choices

A silence all pervading, nothing moves,
the gentle hiss I hear is in my head
like record stylus placed into the groove.
Clouds form the upper circle overhead.
Orchestra tunes up in the nearby trees,
Blackbird and brace of Magpies, two for joy,
blue safety curtain draws back by degrees
a scarlet backdrop from the ground deploys.
The star takes to the stage with no applause
 rising at the speed of summer flowers
white whispy fingers climb as ground frost thaws,
spotlights on cobwebs sparkle in the bower.

Nature murmurs quietly in the wings
new day, a new performance, Blackbird sings.

For 'Three choices...' contest, sponsor Sara Kendrick
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.

Fate Is Sealed

FATE IS SEALED

This road I've walked before 
I should know it so very well
Because it opened up a door
One that lead straight to hell

 I met a rider upon a dark steed
He asked me what's my pleasure
Then wondering if there's a deed
Or if perhaps any kind of treasure

Said I could be rich,even famous
Play the best guitar ones heard
Maybe I'd like the luck of shamus
Yes I could even sing like a bird

He asked  me so many questions 
After each I replied with "No"
wondered if I had any suggestions
Which I told him yes to just go

told me my wish was granted now
He'd be back in 10 years to collect
collect I ask and he just said wow
I should show him a bit more respect

Laughing said he just bought my soul
Confused I told him of my concern
Said should spend my time whole
laughing he said in ten I'll burn

Deja vu I hear beating hoofs again
There upon his steed silky smooth
Smiling he said shall we begin
I smiled telling him slow your groove

Confused he asked what was I up to
Said your the cross road demon right
Looking Leary said yes thats true
I said my dads the prince of night

Moral of this story if one was to be had
Always know with whom you do deal
As they should, so none can be mad
Never know it may be your fate you seal

Premium Member Choices

~Choices~ 
( Rhyme)


 It seems like we all go through 

 Struggles, sorrows and great strife 

 But take a moment and look around you 

 There are many good things in your life 


 God give us blessings and much more 

 But we take for granted all the good things 

 We often shun His blessings 

 And only think all the wrong things 


 We often ignore what's most important in life 

 We take for granted the blessings He sends 

 The world and the troubles makes us blind 

 And empty and lost most people spend their life 


 Life is so hard and the heart is often afraid 

 A product will be from all the choices you made! 


 Dorian Petersen Potter 
 aka ladydp2000 
 copyright@2005 


 January,14,2015


Premium Member Choices

an angel or devil
which one will it be
the emotions run rampant
and twisted in me

try as i may to reach
out in the night
whilst darkness and demons
they answer my plight

i long for the daylight
to awaken my slumber
with songs sun by nature
to quiet nights thunder

the blue skies and sunshine
they heal my soul
i walk though the fields
on up to the knoll

here i feel closer to
heaven at best
i finally may sit here
for one moments rest

for good and the evil
both choices i see
the light will keep shining
down deep within me...

Destiny Or Choices

On that day, 
When life took its first breath,
Was destiny formed?
Was life responsible, 
For its own choices?
Or numbered by the days,
On which life lived
Did age grow,
With her own conscience?
When lifestyle and choices,
Came into play,
When roads and pathways
Were ventured,
Mistakes and consequences,
Inevitable,
Do mistakes happen
When life takes hold of freedom,
Or life blame life
For every problem!
Wasn’t me! Life would say! 
Not me surely,
Must be the act of God! 
He’s the one to blame not me,
Does life detract,
From every responsibility?
Or admit that perhaps the choices 
That life made were wrong, 
Who does life smite
When things go wrong?
Life smite’s itself,
Hold up its hands,
And say’s “I did that,
Choices that I made were my own”
When life comes to an end,
And looks back,
What does destiny see?
It only sees
CHOICES!

Premium Member Lifeforce

I never thought that one day I might be
so separate and distanced from the sea,
and grey-blue mornings offering a cloak
of cushioning velvet, where once I woke
so long ago, to watch the gannets dive
as silvered arrows from a tight-strung bow.

Those days were ever tinged with disbelief
that fate had held my hand, though all too brief,
and led me to this cherished place, where grace
and beauty did my other world replace.
It was, I know, with age now bittersweet,
the greatest gift that fortune could bestow.

In memory now I hear the ocean speak
of all its moods when, waking or asleep,
I see and hear that lifeforce long forgone.
As to its beating heart forever drawn,
I ponder on the change it wrought in me,
and things that are, and things that weren't to be.
© Peter Rees  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member So Many Choices

Harvard, Princeton or Yale?
   I'll take some courses by mail
Engineering or Mathematics?
   I'm majoring in Acrobatics

Piano, Violin, Flute or Clarinet?
   I'll play my music on the Internet
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton or Dickens?
   Give me a J.K. Rowling tale of Wiccans

Pheasant under Glass with Caviar?
   Slice of pizza and fries with that, sir
Sparkling wine, Liqueur or Pink Champagne?
   Make mine tapwater -- plain

Mansion or Penthouse Condominium?
   A dreary shack, the bare minimum
Representative or Parliamentary Democracy?
   Socialist Republic, where everything's given to me

Life offers you choices, let there be no doubt
   The worst thing you can do is take the easy way out

Premium Member Choices

      I did not choose my life, I was born into it;
The lonely little girl was my path to follow.
            Did I wish to bury a baby and a husband?
Life is full of paths and we must face them.
                  But I have made choices, yes I have.

      When mother was sick, I was there for her,
I gave up my life to help until the end;
            Everything I could do, I did for my mother,
The only thing I could not do, is die for her.
                  I stood by her coffin, and I was proud.

      The choice I have made with my poetry is clear,
From the very depth of my soul with a dripping pen;
            I keep memories of my beloved alive,
The beloved live in my poems, in my gossamer lines.
                  Oh, some think my writing is melancholy.

      I made a decision to change, to go back to school,
Leaving a good job to follow a childhood dream;
            It was hard, very difficult, but I did it,
Now I am a nurse in palliative care, that was my choice.
                  I help the dying elderly die with dignity.

      And my life and beliefs are all my own, mine alone,
I will not allow anyone to try to control me ever;
            This existence is too short to be a puppet dangling,
And today, my choice is silence and tranquility at home.
                  The clicking clock of life ticks until the end.

__________________________
September 7, 2015


Verse


For the contest, The Choices We Make In Life, sponsor, Edward Ebbs

First Place

Pastoral Passage - Church Crypt

Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation  
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces                     
Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation 
Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks hidden crypt rib cage 
 
Enduring centuries, pliable sandstone testiment
God's following holds time proof tenacity
Flared proud corners, pyramid reminiscent 
Honour continues amidst shifting society

Solid oak panelled door on wrought iron hinges
Greets round barrel key bearer with ominous groan
Down four slouching stone steps from street edge
Solo visit in sacred space never partaken alone

Curved bookcases cater for leather bound learning
Volumes of theology define best ways
Nook with desk lets liturgist imbibe God's word
Tall back chair, acorn emblems engraved

Beneath majestic vessel, clay damp chamber
Rhubarb velvet curtain, tassel tied to sides
Strongest entity relies on the Lord as Saviour
With worship's dedication, faith survives

In expansion, searcher emerges at alter, cleansed
Hive of etched arches tribute precision architectural
Vibrant robes, sashes draped, silken beacons
Of preparation, celebration of overcoming, renewal

Pulpit's ingrained memory both daunting and welcoming
Deep set lead light showers sombre pews in intimacy
Haloed Christ holds baby, shares parables with children
Crease covered hymn books strum procedural symphony

           

Written July 2020 (no previous submission) 

Submitted for : Brian Strand
 
Completely New Volume 23
on 18th August 2020

Premium Member People and Choices

People are different
But everyone wants to be happy
     Many have been known to say
        “I found someone now life will be good”
           And proceed to sit and wait
              Then wonder why happiness eludes them

While others are gutsy
And of those, a few who’ll say
“I finally found someone special
Now the journey begins…”

     And this is the vision I want to share
        With those who believe we have choices
           As to how we live, love and appreciate

Be open-minded to the sacredness around us
In nature, in the gift of health and in love
     But most of all
        The sacredness is in the heart of my lover
           And in the gift of every new day together

Life is made up of ongoing choices
We choose our happiness
And though we can’t always
Choose the circumstances
We can always choose our attitude
     And work each day at
        Elevating dignity and love
           To its purest essence   


AP: 3rd place 2022

Submitted on June 2, 2018 for PEOPLE CONTEST sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX  -  RANKED 4TH

Deadly Choices

when in death upon a choice I make
when in death upon its course I take
My the loved ones left behind will face my deaths heartbreak.
To an early grave I've been laid to rest 
In a suicide I myself predicted with precision 
Of my very own personal best. 

For my life on earth was just not to be
Not because of anyone else or others 
But because of only Me.
I didn't want the breath God gave 
So I decided through my choice to dig my grave.
Not because if unappreciated love of live been given
Just because my hearts love was to be with my mum who's also in God's heaven.

Time to reconnect the love only child & parent share
In an untimely taking of death my life belonging could never to her fare

LIFESTYLE BALANCE

LIFESTYLE BALANCE

Apples, oranges and banana's to,
Strawberries are so delicious,
And are very good for you.
Lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber and some celery,
Make tasty salad dishes for you and me.
Potatoes, carrotts, mushrooms and peas,
A very healthy casserole,
I'll have some, "Yes, please!"
Vitamins are good for your bones, hair and skin,
It is important to eat healthily,
And also for your organs within.
A treat or two, is also fine,
Just occasionally,
Makes it taste more devine!
A walk outside is also refreshing,
Take in the beautiful nature,
Let's hear the birds sing.
LOOK AFTER YOURSELF!

Hope you have a wonderful day!

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Little Daisy Poetry by Daisy Meadows available on Amazon

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