Best Completely Full Poems
medallion dreams now turned to grey,
wild flower scented sheets once laid
on the line held with clothesline wood pins,
now all I can do is hang on to that rope line
for dear life;
(gripping goodbyes)
I sit at my sill inside the nook and
watch generational bonds form.
I look at my hubby and say with pride,
"look what we started, sweetheart..."
Sixty-five years of marriage with
eons of photo frames lining the walls-
for he is my mate to my soul;
my line to my life.
I've worn my heart on my sleeve
since the first time I gave my heart
away-
(high school sweethearts)
I was young,
fell in love too easily;
trusted blindly
but
it was worth every prick to my heart-
every bloodstream that flowed with
pain.
my skin untoned,
wrinkled with spots of age;
beautiful scars worn for years have
finally mended and healed-
for no longer am I scarred.
they say it time and time again....
but honestly-
no I don't wish I knew then what I
know now.
for it is through growth I lived
a life completely full of affection.
I know what it's like to fall in love so
deep your toes curl,
I know what it's like to have two sisters
choose death over life-
I know how it feels to embrace
a daughter on the day she was born,
and
I know how it feels to be loved so
unconditionally...
even the angels weep.
to be grateful is to have lived;
and that is what I shall die saying...
"blessed am I."
(gripping life)
Written: February 6, 2019
Snowflakes fell, large and wet,
On that early morning in December
Our country home was soon enfolded
In winter's cold, white mantle
The noonday sun parted the somber clouds
With rays smiling and bright
It seemed to be saying...
"That's enough snow...for now"
Mother walked along the silent path
To where the mail was waiting
She paused for a moment and smiled
The untouched landscape, glittering white before her
Awoke the child within her heart
She began to play
Soon the beginnings of a snowman
Rested at her feet
My father watched the scene unfold
Through the bedroom window
His eyes glittered as brightly as the snow
A smile creased his face
And a chuckle escaped his lips
This picture is etched forever
In the corners of my heart
Forever I will see her there playing in the snow
Forever I will see him broadly smiling at her delight
Forever I will see them both so completely full of joy
So full of life
So full of love.
Show You the Way
Isle of Man much history it is full of
Has often been called island of love
No matter where on or is your stance
Island is completely full of romance.
In between everywhere is well situated
When there will be enormously elated
If on enchanted island either close or far
Pretty people an added plus they all are.
God, great becoming island did make
So perfect and never made a mistake
Even if off course or may be astray
To Isle of Man God will show you the way.
This morning's succulent pregnancy
holds infinite possibilities of a 5 am kind--
ones that tickle the fancy
before ten thousand thoughts rush in.
Be embraced by the unspeakable
that tells all, says all, and more.
Be held in a thimble, completely full,
yet, never runs dry;
heavy, yet light to bear;
gold-embossed,
as grace's sweet tongue licks her lips.
Everything is gratitude and understanding--
at the deepest levels.
Just ask a ripe peach.
A hug for you, should you accept
with arms held out to view.
To squeeze my way around your waist
and hold as others do.
To feel your warmth inside and out
as speechless as I feel.
And hold my breath to keep it going
should that make it more real.
I must let go to growing weak.
Your hug completely full.
Releasing you has brought me comfort
that each of us must pull.
And now to smile and break away.
My love for you apart.
To memorize our being joined,
in each of us a heart.
The Soul Of Beauty
It was night & I turned off the light,
I was off to bed & leaned my head.
I heared a knocking sound,
It made me to look around.
Hey,that's from the l'le jewellery kit,
which drove my sight towards it.
My eyes were opened wide,
When I opened & stared at it's side.
With the l'le steps & fairy dress
came out a LILLIPUT.
Oh my God! It was cute...
She owns a husky voice,
And height equals my finger size.
She shone more than the day,
That no words can describe her way.
Taking her in my palm,I nuzzled,
She looked so calm & was puzzled.
I crowned her with my diamond ring,
"Thanks buddy" uttered this lovely wording.
Gave a pinch of bread as her meal,
It made her l'le belly completely full.
She leaned on my finger tips,
And kissed with her rosy lips.
I loved the LILLI very much,
And pleased with her tender touch.
I could hear a ringing tone,
Huh! Its the alarm from my mobile phone.
Oops!! Now its morning,
How crazy,I was just dreaming.
I wished it were all true,
My dear LILLI, I really love you.
I`ll never understand why people throw love around like its nothin'
I've watched the poorest person turn it into somethin' .
What once was ugly and bitter was now full of soul,
She filled the void till it was completely full.
Nothing prevented her from standing her ground,
In all her love is where she was profound.
Anything that tore her down only built her back up,
She knew the true meaning of true love.
Anyone who doubted her was always ignored,
She knew thats what the past was for.
The only time she looked down was when she prayed,
Prayed for this true love never to fade.
The only time she cried was when they were tears of joy,
Knowing the happiness has villed her void.
This love made her proud, it made her strong,
It did everything for her to move along.
People were intimidated by such strong emotion,
They did everything they could to stop her from motion.
She never looked back, only to say goodbye,
They not only waved but they surely asked why.
Her simple reply was because its only her love that matters,
Theres beauty in her even though shes shattered.
The people were amazed so they opened their hearts,
Welcomed their loved ones with wide open arms.
They spread the joy like uncontrollable wildfire,
Now it is only love in which everyone will desire.
If only life could actually be like this today,
There'd be no greed, there would be no hate.
Nobody would have to suffer anymore,
Everyone gets a house with a beautiful door.
No more starving children dying,
No more will our mothers be crying.
Money wouldnt matter because everyone lives equally,
No more media telling us whats beautiful and whats ugly.
The world would be one big family like the creator intended,
Our sins could be forgiven because our enemies we befriended.
But if we learned to care just a little bit each day,
We could make a difference in even the things we say.
A simple smile could stretch as far as the stars,
Its the good deeds that help us make it far.
Learn to forgive, learn to forget,
Live your life with no regrets.
Tell your mother that you love her,
Spend some time with your sister or your brother.
Help your elders, no matter the race,
Always put a smile on a childs face.
But most importantly, learn to love yourself,
Nobody can do that better, gauranteed, nobody else!
By: Dorothy Dawn Robinson
Since times long ago,
written in legends such and so.
A creature of pure fear,
layed waste to all the lands near here.
Wielding axe and mace,
His black eyes upon his face.
And for blood, an insatiable taste.
Though he may lay dormant,
He will surely rise and torment.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
The people so named him.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
They'd yell as he maimed them.
More evil than, the most furious of demon.
You'll always know he's coming, as you hear the people screaming.
Blood red skin and bellowing war cries.
The last thing seen or heard, before his victim dies.
His reign of destruction and such fright.
Rampaging through the night.
While all of everyone, trembling before his sight
The ravager, the rager.
The sum of utmost danger.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
Is wrecking through the town.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
As the warning bells they sound.
Slashing, bashing, brutally, he's attacking.
Following the panicked voices, lurking in the dark, he is tracking.
Wreaking havoc to all things living.
His soul, completely full, of a hate so giving.
The bringer of all things horrifying.
His savagery forever multiplying.
Don't bother trying to fight it, all those who do simply end up dying.
A whirlwind, a dark red flurry,
the causer of so much worry.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
All the people scream.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
Terror's grand machine.
medallion dreams now turned to grey,
wild flower scented sheets once laid
on the line held with clothesline wood pins,
now all I can do is hang on to that rope line
for dear life;
(gripping goodbyes)
I sit at my sill inside the nook and
watch generational bonds form.
I look at my hubby and say with pride,
"look what we started, sweetheart..."
Sixty-five years of marriage with
years of photo frames lining the walls-
for he is my mate to my soul;
my line to my life.
I've worn my heart on my sleeve
since the first time I gave my heart
away-
(high school sweethearts)
I was young,
fell in love too easily;
trusted blindly
but
it was worth every prick to my heart-
every bloodstream that flowed with
pain.
my skin untoned,
wrinkled with spots of age;
beautiful scars worn for years have
finally mended and healed-
for no longer am I scarred.
they say it time and time again....
but honestly-
no I don't wish I knew then what I
know now.
for it is through growth I lived
a life completely full of affection.
I know what it's like to fall in love so
deep your toes curl,
I know what it's like to have two sisters
choose death over life-
I know how it feels to embrace
a daughter on the day she was born,
and
I know how it feels to be loved so
unconditionally...
even the angels weep.
to be grateful is to have lived;
and that is what I shall die saying...
"blessed am I."
(gripping life)
Written: March 14, 2019
Original contest: APRIL 2019 PREMIER 11, ANY FORM , ANY THEME , UP TO A MAX OF 8
Date judged: 5/1/2019 3:40:00 AM
Sugar water
Coughed
No worm inside.
Frogs bellies are completely full.
Children ask for more.
Fiddle around some more.
Brushing off the tail.
Sweet slumber of heavy rain.
Sweet rain drips and drops.
Sugar water.
2-3-23, contest by Craig Cornish.
APACHE
His name was Apache
His eyes were so bright
He was completely full of joy
Hopping, jumping, dancing
Taking naps on top of me
Happiness, love, to fill the universe
Playing with home-made toys
Always excited to see each one
He warbled like a bird when he was held
He filled my heart so quickly
Like he knew me, before we met
He was a smart Guinea Pig
Squeaking from across the house,
When he knew I was cutting his food
He had a special ramp that I made
He would wait for his treats put on that
He always knew everything I would do
He was only 7 months old when he got sick
An ear infection spread, ending up untreatable
The light bulb of joy went out in my house
An emptiness that I cannot explain
There are other things that I cannot say,
But I wish that I had one more day
My writing area was near his play pen
When he left, my muse went with him
It will be a while to feel it again
It will be a while for my heart to mend
There is no answer for his leaving so young
There are always questions in life,
Left unanswered in some empty place that makes no sense
And we are expected to move on without knowing
Heidi Sands
9/26/22
I'm so completely full of rhyme
like a bad case of acne
I'm oozing all the time
forever poems are brewing
as awe and words combine
like a bad ass rash
burning something quite sublime
circa 2006
I reach out my hand
into the empty space
which fills our world,
and grab the truth.
While I breathe deeply
from the hollow place
where substance lies
for the seeker.
My body is tense
yet ready to flow,
my lungs completely full,
as I ready myself
for what may come,
with the knowledge
that I am whole.
Here they come again to open up my door
To stare at my innards, to pick and choose.
Take the carrots! I yell. Take the tomatoes.
I know they are going to get moldy and smelly.
Why don’t they ever choose the vegetables?
Why do they buy them?
Are they trying to impress the other shoppers?
My freezer is completely full.
Open the freezer! I think, wanting to drop something hard on their toes.
Oh, no!
It is the grandson.
He likes standing inside me, swinging on my door.
Not the grandson! I yell. But no one hears me.
I cringe as my door opens.
Can a tattoo leave a wake of suspicion
roving in my mind,
maybe I'm surrounded by phony people,
a deception of the human kind.
Wandering in rubbles of dreams,
after a long walk I sat,
the problem is not knowing
where I'm looking at.
When I look to the puddle,
imagery appears in the reflection,
and when I'm convinced that's reality,
I'm completely full of deception.