Best Couple Poems
just like their love of fifty years
that they held very dear
the lilies and the irises
looked radiant that year.
they had no need to prove their love
just a knowing glance instead
and a gentle squeeze when holding hands
beside their flower bed.
when both felt tired from bending down
and working in the heat
they spoke of seeds and bulbs and things
drinking tea upon the seat.
having rid the soil of all the weeds
he hoed and raked the earth.
the yellow line of daffodils
spoke more than words were worth.
and when their lawn was cloaked in leaves
from the sycamore above
they cursed and sighed just being themselves
in the autumn of their love.
and as he sat there mourning
the passing of his wife
he looked upon the garden as
A CELEBRATION
of her life.
TIGHTWAD TIMMY
Tightwad Timmy bought some very cheap meat
With fresh vege t'would be a nice tasty treat
But something was wrong
There was a strange pong
And maggots were dropping off by his feet...
FINGERLESS FRED
Fred lost his finger in a meat grinder
Offered a huge reward for the finder
But short sighted Sue
Used it in her stew
And felt poking and prodding inside her...
Written 14th January 2022.
I ache for an esoteric escape ~
to relearn the unwritten rhythm,
lost in the gravity
of your gossamer gaze,
where the sun
no longer dawns
as a sinister star ~
and the dust
of monsoon skies
rains soulful sonatas,
while mellifluous mists
merge with silence,
to paint
a porcelain portrait
that feels like forever ~
not merely
a picturesque prison,
but a place that houses love,
beyond uncertainties
framed in fear…
but now we meet and muse
in the realm of garnet gravels,
a dream delicately composed
in roseate reverie
where this becomes
more than a portrait,
a poem woven with patience,
when heavy is the past
that
pushes, pulls,
presses ~
while leaves sigh and
drift through skies of
autumnal elegance…
I surrender to your balmy blues
the ocean-deep devotion.
I long to devour and remain
consumed
amidst the
boulevard of divine doves
a field of freedom
until every evening
envelops our thoughts
with tender teal ~ timelessness
and soul-prints pulse
and glimmer
tracing twilight’s melodies
like silk-laced stars
spinning through
the cashmere cadence
of everlasting Eden…
The Monarch of the night descends,
and for a time, her tenure ends
at daybreak.
She'll shut her eyes and sleep. But then
ascends the regal Sovereign
of daytime.
Imperial his stately rise;
majestic colors splash the skies -
our daystar.
His robe: the warmth; his sceptor: light.
His court: white clouds; his crown: in bright
gold - daylight.
Clouds part as labor stains my brow;
sweat stings my eyes. Of Luna now
I daydream.
The cute figurine I am looking at now
is one of a couple at home on a couch.
The guy, at the end of the couch, comfortably
relaxes, a pillow upon his left knee.
With her head on the pillow there at his knee,
his gal reclines sideways while they watch TV.
On the top of the couch is perched a white cat,
which I picture them now and then giving a pat!
In front of the couch of this sweet figurine
is their loyal puppy, completing the scene.
How nice it is to be comfy cozy
snuggling together, a picture so rosy.
How precious the moments in one’s family,
for with those we love is the best place to be!
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For the Precious Moment the figurines Poetry Contest of Nathan a
For Timothy Lee
Eyes meet over sips of morning coffee;
warmth travels thru both my body and heart
while you couch-settle around and near me.
I value sharing a perfect day’s start.
I enjoy each fun, twosome adventure;
hands clutched in the dark, entering a park
where night skies speak no reproachful censor.
We swing, slide, laugh – our own romantic lark.
Home, a safe, private nest, our lives’ own stage,
is my best, favorite, real life place.
I relish all your couple, loving ways,
and my own happy, mirrored on your face.
Wrapping me secure within your warm skin
each night before giving way to our sleep
is a blessed delight with my spirit’s twin.
I cherish the close embrace your arms keep.
Pleasure is us, standing strong together,
growing blessings, beliefs and faith as one,
knowing we each make the other better
and our love will be until time is done.
Cherish me as I grow old, and am surely liable to forget things.
I know how interesting life is and the contentment it brings.
I know you'll make excuses to try and be miserable and even try not to go.
Now just have a good trip, even though I know your stress will just grow.
White, sandy beaches and salt tasted air, with an ocean so cold.
Aggravation sets in as we try to put our lawn chairs down to unfold.
Breathe, my love, its as simple as remembering the latch on the side.
Surely, all you had to do is ask, I'm tired of your old, stubborn pride.
Finally, we get our chairs situated and I'm ready to bask in the sun.
You ask for sun block and as I search, you assume I brought none.
Its just at the bottom of the beach bag, you stubborn old ass!
And don't think I don't see you sneaking a sip out of that flask!
I turn bronze as I used SPF 40, you chose SPF 15, and look at you.
Red as a lobster, mean as crab, and I'm enjoying the view.
I tried to tell you, but so stubborn, do you ever plan to listen?
Probably not now, nor never, so your skin will always be red and glisten.
How are you supposed to relax now that you can't move not even a limb?
Our stress free vacation, is as always, starting to look grim.
Oh well, aloe you up, and off to dinner we shall go and have some fun.
Take some Soma, Lortab, and Xanax and you'll be good and numb.
An hour later and you're stress free, and mostly out of that pain.
Good thing, because its in the forecast for Florida rain!
We'll hobble around the block and get soaking wet from head to toe.
Knowing tomorrow you'll be back in pain and stressed so we'll have to go.
But its like this every year, we plan to stay, but I know how you are.
One or two days of driving makes you stiff from sitting in the car.
It'll take the rest of our vacation for you to blister and finally peel.
You're the entertainment in my life, and that's why I'm with you still!
A dashing, young field mouse
Once married a shrew,
And they set up housekeeping
In an old tennis shoe.
When their babies were born--
Not shrews and not mice--
They were the proud parents
Of a shoe full of shrice.
If we were a beach
then you would be the sand, diamond warmth,
and I the shingle underfoot.
If we were a pen
then I would be invisible ink,
and you a permanent marker, fluorescent.
If we were wine
you would be the vineyard, the grape, the wine list itself;
I a bottle unopened, left corked.
If we were a theatre
I am the playbill of a show cancelled and unseen;
you, the stage in spotlight: golden, applauded.
I the tile and you the whole mosaic
for us as a Roman floor;
I a shattered pane and you the handle
with us in the shape of a door.
As clothing – you a shiny button, me a thread to be snipped.
As hair – you a photographed trend, I a ponytail clipped.
If we were a couple,
Then you would be blind.
If our love was a tape,
I’d forever record, pause and rewind.
If we were a cake
you would be the fingertip licked icing
and I a batter filled lump.
If we were a body
then you would be the heart
and I the blood you pump.
Why do we have pairs of scissors?
Since that's how they've always been known,
why do we care why we call them a pair
when one is no good on its own?
The same thing applies to our trousers,
just wearing the one would be daft,
just showing one knee, ugly veins you could see
and I don't think I'd cope with the draught.
The same thing applies to my spectacles,
another I couldn't let pass,
since one on its own as a monocle it's known
so why not just call it a glass?
I asked my good Lady's opinion,
she said 'oh, that's quite plain to see,
as a pair we get on, and the jobs all get done
but you'd be useless without me'.
A young couple sits together on the beach
As he holds her close darkness approaches,
The sun free falls toward the sea.
Refusing to let her go he kisses her,
And whispers in her ear,
“I love you”
He lets his true feelings show
Three words so simple yet so meaningful
She smiles realizing she wants to be no where else in the world.
“Let’s never forget this” she says
60 years later…
An old couple celebrating their anniversary,
Wades into the water as the sun drops to the horizon.
Holding hands the woman looks at him with teary eyes,
“Do you remember…” she begins to say
“The first time I told you I loved you?” the man responded with a smile
“You told me never to forget” he chuckled
Tears roll down her cheeks as he holds her close
Refusing to let her go he whispers in her ear,
“Let’s never forget this”
Encased in your arms, sheath of heart around me
Soliticious expression sigh in my ear
Fingers rolling through my hairs
A splatter of rain calling out lovers
The Chime of the clock desired to while away the time
Gravity pulled upon me, A Minute shape became a piece
Longing to be held in your arms, praying for eternity.
COUPLE
‘Darling! Sweet Heart! You are my better-half.
You know, we are made for each other.
You are so soft, I am also not rough.’
‘Oh dear, dear, dear, My dear husband,
I will be with you forever
My ardent ardor sending this errand.’
‘If I die tomorrow, will you again marry, my dear princess!’
‘I will stay with my sister.
I will never marry some other else.
But if I die tomorrow, what will you do?’
‘Same decision! We are made for each other.
I would like to live with your sister too.’
02/28/18
The moon and stars call out from the night, caressing the heart in whispers of delight – quote by poet
Clear, dark night, a star studded sky
Moon raining down light so I sigh
Whispering peace through the quiet
Sparkling through silence, a riot
Graceful stars plunge down toward us
Leaving glinting paths, such a fuss
Washing the skyline in wonders
The robust voice of God thunders
This moment in time is shattered
As the moon and stars are scattered
Night hushes the shadows gently
Shapes of sweet love blink intently
This evening brings the sweethearts out
Filling hearts with hope that won’t doubt
This night, like a smile from above
Reminds us to believe in love
Form L - Lay - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme word: nature
March 30, 2022
There was a little girl that never quite seemed to fit in
out of step with a world that seemed to her full of sin
No matter what she did or tried there always was a gap
that seemed to grow even when she sat on her dads lap
Time passed by with little change except that she was alone
every one else appeared to have a special some one
One day the sun shone so brightly and flowers scented the land
it seemed a day full of expectation while softly played the band
Through the door stepped a man who also didn't quite fit in
yet at the same time it was apparent he was without sin