Best Dearest Poems
angel wings
With every breath I take my body aches,
When I lie in bed I feel my insides hurting.
With every reminder brings me pain.
No more can I find comfort in my home,
The cries of babies stains my mind.
I'm trying my best,
But of course from day to day hour to hour,
I find myself crying.
Memories that morning come to me every day,
Nurses surrounding me my doctor getting on her knees,
Her head looking down,
The thoughts that ran through my mind.
My life entering a new course,
One full of grieving.
He had my face,
My son, my beautiful angel.
He's watching me now,
He left me in tears but he is in my heart.
Dear Children,
I can only give you a deep love
That lasts the span of my lifetime, nothing less.
On a quotidian basis, you will feel
The warmth of my embrace.You will
Inevitably make mistakes, and it's okay
To make them; you learn and grow from them.
They make you a better human being.
Never be wounded by constructive criticism;
Welcome it, give it to others when warranted..
They also help people learn and grow.
Don't be defined by your shortcomings,
You're human because of them.
Trouble me with your troubles, anytime.
Yes, my dear children, you can talk to me
About anything, and I mean anything!
I promise always to be emotionally available,
To tell you uncomfortable truths about life,
To be of comfort to you when you feel pain,
To dry every tear I see you cry,
To help push you to the summit
Of the highest mountain,
To help you reach the pinnacle
Of any dream that you may dream,
To do my best in explaining the confusing,
To protect you from harm of any kind.
Never be less than who you truly are.
Shine your light in this word, my dear children.
Always strive to do your level best.
Always trust your instincts,
And faithfully follow it; never question it!
Always treat people with respect and dignity.
Waste no time with toxic people
That want to bring you down.
Waste no time dwelling on conditions
beyond your control; God is always at the helm.
Practice patience, it's really a virtue.
Believe in God and say your prayers, always.
It costs absolutely nothing to be
A good person. It gets you far in life.
Dearest, why cry in vain in the black night
fight its gentle intent to hold and rest.
Why fear malcontent this absence of light?
Put false ego upon the loom to test.
What makes you conclude elation so found
from harsh light, will thus frame your hearts delight?
Reality so formed will oft be unbound,
allow grays to soften the fading light.
We are ripe stalks of Universal Eye.
Walk on courageous in the night time sky.
Dearest Sunlight, I Wait With Bated Breath
Dearest sunlight has thy glow ran away
Into a hideous canyon to hide
Please to dawn's glorious hour this I pray
Return, forgive me my arrogant pride
I watch night sky, its vast, glittering glows
Yet this lonely soul inward deeply cries
Beauty abounds as a heavenly show
Whilst on this sadden earth, love too oft dies.
Dearest sunlight, have mercy, please return
Life without you leaves but a bitter taste
And in these consuming fires heart so burns
While once so happy now all seems a waste.
Dearest sunlight, I wait with bated breath.
Life without you, tis but a fearsome death.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2022
Sonnet
Note : Composed early this morn,
born from a dream.
As the dawn comes, it heart pleading for peace
flies morning dove, love borne with its release
but mankind blinded by world's scathing lies
walks a doomed path, such truth thus denies.
Neither shall ignorance, such dark defend,
When evil was clasped as busom friend.
~My Dearest Love ~
( Cinquain Suite )
For you
My love grows more
With heart so full of love
While dreaming of you always 'neath
Moon stars
So soft
Your love just comes
Like a breath of fresh air
I feel your presence inside me
Day night
You are
My shining star
My only one true love
My love for you will always shine
So true
My sweet
Love I love you
So and very much more
For you my loves forever and
Ever.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
July.21.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
~ My Dearest Darling ~
( Cinquain Double )
Here just
Dreaming of you
Kissing you, loving you
'Neath full moon, stars, day, night, all time
My Love
You are
My shining star
My only one true love
My love for you will always glow
So true.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
August.29.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
Tribute to My Dearest Daughter
My darling daughter,
Precious child of my youth,
Dearest to my heart -
From that wonderful moment
When I first felt that fluttering of life,
Rhythmically beating beneath my expectant bosom,
I knew that I would unconditionally love you forever.
With deep motherly pride
I helped you develop into womanhood
Watching you become a strong, well-rounded woman.
A loving mother yourself, you are not only a blessing
To your own children and your family,
But you are also a blessing to others -
Those who hurt in life and need care and compassion.
With its ups and downs, life has transformed you,
Challenged, nurtured, matured, and molded you.
You are kind, thoughtful, generous, patient, and understanding,
Unselfishly expecting nothing in return.
You are a wonderful human being -
You are a true angel.
God bless you, my dearest daughter, my love!
Date: 7/26/2014
Entered in contest “Relationships” sponsored by Regina Riddle
Was strolling down on Lover's Lane
With you lingering next to me.
Aphasiacs told me your name,
My love forever: Irony.
Your eyes of polished solar hue,
Comparable to no degree...
And I would venerate them too
My love, if I could only see.
You love the seasons with acclaim,
Adore the sight of all the trees.
But then of course, it starts to rain
An acid that erodes the leaves.
But I confirm my love will last;
You may possess me endlessly.
My passion, never will it pass
Away, or go missing from me.
Despite my greatest efforts though,
There is one thing I cannot change.
It is your name, my deer, my doe.
The irony of love, so strange.
My love for you has now been slain.
As I was strolling down I slowed,
The sign that once said "Lover’s Lane",
Actually reads "Memory Road".
If I could Harken to thee, a sonnet,
of loves most great desires,
the mere utterance, would warm thine ears
as the soft crackles of lusts fires
The ambiance, of shadows dance
across the Scottish tapestry,
Muses, light footed, pirouetting
my symphony, my love for thee
Fairest is thy silken mane
of the finest Irish Auburn,
brilliant as a cool autumn day
as the leaves of the maple turn
The tower bells, they toll for thee
as pale moon, illuminates the night
hark, the far cry, my dearest dove
of the owlet, so yearning flight
The petals of the Royal Rose
silken soft, compared to thy blushing skin,
or the Emerald glow, of thine own eyes
alit, passion, kindled from within
Mine own heart, burns with ever fire
that, which only thee, can conquer,
Conquer thee not, my dearest dove
for our love, forever, must endure
Harken to me my dearest Dove
sweet sonnets, from silken lips,
for I know thou shall be to me
as close as my finger tips.
When I woke up this morning,
I heard you calling out to me.
I realized I was dreaming
and that you couldn't be free.
I recall the day you where took from me,
just before you drove away.
I could still hear you saying,
Momma I will always love you.
As the Angel's dried my eyes,
I could see where the love lies.
A month or so has come and gone
since you left me here,
to face this world alone.
I never dreamed it would happen this way,
with you took away and put behind a wall of stone.
Look to the heavens with the sky so clear and blue,
and always know Momma loves you.
Something’s in life will always haunt us but sharing lessens the burden
AU-REVOIR DEAREST MUMMY
Hi Mom,
Please switch your computer on,
Wherever you are,
Perhaps you are that
Brilliant star,
That I see every night,
That shines so bright,
What I have to say,
Will not take all day,
But its time I
Recorded on email
A chapter that I’ve ignored
Of my life,
When you were still alive!
I always did cherish,
Our moments together,
I hope you did too,
For I’ve always loved you,
And my secret hope
From a little girl, was
You would never perish!
We were best friends,
It was so wholesome
But after dad died,
And you cried and cried,
You changed,
You were so lonesome,
But you became
A patriarch,
Not a matriarch
As you always had been,
But a bully,
Which truly
Made me very sad,
As I also missed dad!
Unfortunately we
Began to lose touch,
Although I always
Loved you, very much.
For one complete year
I felt so guilty,
For it was so silly,
That it all came to this,
I was unhappy and
One miserable day,
Gave you a hug and a kiss,
Immediately I felt better!
But you got sick
Shortly thereafter,
With dementia,
Every day was
Heart-rending venture!
You became bed-ridden,
But something in
Your lovable confused
Mind lay hidden,
For you always
Recognised me,
And held my hand,
As you lay dying,
And I was left crying!
All I want you to know
Is that I always have
And will always,
Love you so!
Au-revoir dearest Mummy!
Dearest Universe,
May I call you dearest?
Though sorrow has shadowed
Our years together for I soon learned
The lamb does fall to the lion,
A lizard’s poison can kill a calf,
And often men in prayer are swept by
Fear into a whirlpool's darkness.
Still I long to touch; to be touched
By a presence that I sense in the beauty
Of the velvet night. My head bows before
The grandeur of morning's golden lights,
The vibrant glow of living colors
Bursting into verdant springs,
Light that flows from a great
Painter’s hands--ribbons of such light.
I have seen a legion of men
Gone into the chaos of dirt and blood
To ease suffering
The arc of a rainbow;
The last fragrance of a warmed
Rose in spring, Light and darkness.
My dearest Universe,
To the images of light I cling.
I wish you luck, my dearest friend
For I know the road ahead
Will smother you in hurt and pain
You'll drown in your regret
I wish you luck, my dearest friend
I'll be here when you fall
To tell you that I told you so
Make sure you feel real small
I wish you luck, my dearest friend
After all he put me through
Now its your turn to feel his burn
And be discarded too
I wish you polio, my traitorous friend
The plagues too good for you
I hope you rot away, my friend
You suit that shade of blue.
MY DEAREST JENNIFER
My dearest Jennifer,
In your letter,
You said my poem was really terrific,
I say, your verses are beyond critic,
Our thoughts must meet somewhere,
Perhaps high in the air,
Or down in the deepest seas,
Or just in the spirit that gave us the keys,
To inherit poetry as a means of expression,
Of our every wise thought, passions, impressions.
With love and fond wishes
Your loving grandfather,
Panos.
Athens
June 25th 1971
I am looking forward to your prompt reply.
MY DEAREST MUMMY or MOMMIE
A MOTHER'S DAY POEM-FOR MY/YOUR DEAR MOTHER.
REMEMBERING ALL MOTHERS.
A TRIBUTE TO A DEAR MOTHER.
WHO IS A/YOUR MOTHER?
YOUR/MY TEACHER, AND YET MY BEST FRIEND.
If she is alive, let her know
That You care immensely and totally.
And that when she's gone she will be profusely missed.
Dedicate to her a nice love song,
I can recommend- Wind beneath my wing by
Bette Midler or Lou Rawls or Roger Whittaker.
Mine is dead now...but I wish she was still here
To celebrate Mother's Day with her loving son.
I'll Take her old clock and a fake cake by her grave with me.
And a daffodil or two, I am the child she loved.
I will genuflect at her grave.
I will go in the afternoon and stay till I feel
The frenzy in the beckoning call of the unfriendly cold evening dew
Warning me that it is about time to go
To leave and wander on my journey homeward
And to ponder upon sweet green thoughts of her memories
And celebrate her wondrous life and dedication,
Celebrate another soft kissing anniversary of Mother's Day.
Yes Celebrating, Recognising, and Honouring,
A dear, dear, dearest Mother and truest Best friend.
An extraordinary Examplar, and Greatest and Safest Pillar of Strength, Trust and LOVE.
At Times Tough Love Even.
We Have to forever Thank Her. Be Forever Grateful for her.
And That's All any Man can say.
Sometimes I still get a jam where I feel strongly like I need my Mom.
Mother, Always a Place to shelter in case a storm ever comes along.
We Used to call her Maa.
But deep inside we recognised that she would always be a star.
By Lord Cam Of Nevis -Poem