Best December 09 Poems
Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed
I am no good... I am no good...
I am no good... I am no good...
Words echo in my mind! Words echo in my mind!
Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed
I am no good... I am no good...
I am no good... I am no good...
No inner peace can I find. No inner peace can I find.
Empty recesses , amplify tunes of abuse
Allowing discordant echoes in a mind obtuse.
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?
I ask myself I ask myself
I ask myself I ask myself
Empty recesses , amplify tunes of abuse
Discordant exhalations in a mind obtuse.
Words echo in my mind Words echo in my mind
Words echo in my mind Words echo in my mind
Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed
Empty recesses, amplify tunes of abuse
Discordant exhalations of a mind obtuse.
Change the channel! Do it now! Before you die inside!
Don't allow negativity to grow in the hollows of your mind
because...
That's the place where malevolent echoes hide.
December 09,2015
stand upon a barren ground
Where many dying or dead soldiers are found.
Silent cries can be heard all around
Of many a soldier that lay on battle ground.
If only theyd known what they knew now
Would they have died for theyre country on a false governments vow.
Falsely led to do battle in war
If only theyd known truly what it was they were fighting for.
Hailed as heroic ib each of their deaths
Too many lives gone in a wars gidden depths.
A world ruled only by greed
Upon their own country men
Their government feed.
So to our young children i say these words before the world they step out.
Please be wary of the world that you are about to step out
For nots all as it seems
Its a world of much sad conviction & doubt.
Listen to the parents who to you fave birth
For this love is true & pure
& the only one of its worth.
Dont be led by viws or promises made
By a governing force that leads to the graves youll be laid.
Think about what it is you want from your life
Remember that war can only bring to the world more & more strife.
By Anna sabrina tate December 09th 2016
The lonely battlefield of lost causePoem - 09 December 2016, 10:17 Wise words of the world Anna Tate 1 followersFOLLOW I stand upon a barren ground Where many dying or dead soldiers are found. Silent cries can be heard all around Of many a soldier that lay on battle ground. If only theyd known what they knew now Would they have died for theyre country on a false governments vow. Falsely led to do battle in war If only theyd known truly what it was they were fighting for. Hailed as heroic ib each of their deaths Too many lives gone in a wars gidden depths. A world ruled only by greed Upon their own country men Their government feed. So to our young children i say these words before the world they step out. Please be wary of the world that you are about to step out For nots all as it seems Its a world of much sad conviction & doubt. Listen to the parents who to you fave birth For this love is true & pure & the only one of its worth. Dont be led by viws or promises made By a governing force that leads to the graves youll be laid. Think about what it is you want from your life Remember that war can only bring to the world more & more strife. By Anna sabrina tate December 09th 2016
Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2017
I stand upon a barren ground
Where many dying or dead soldiers are found.
Silent cries can be heard all around
Of many a soldier that lay on battle ground.
If only theyd known what they knew now
Would they have died for theyre country on a false governments vow.
Falsely led to do battle in war
If only theyd known truly what it was they were fighting for.
Hailed as heroic ib each of their deaths
Too many lives gone in a wars gidden depths.
A world ruled only by greed
Upon their own country men
Their government feed.
So to our young children i say these words before the world they step out.
Please be wary of the world that you are about to step out
For nots all as it seems
Its a world of much sad conviction & doubt.
Listen to the parents who to you fave birth
For this love is true & pure
& the only one of its worth.
Dont be led by viws or promises made
By a governing force that leads to the graves youll be laid.
Think about what it is you want from your life
Remember that war can only bring to the world more & more strife.
By Anna sabrina tate December 09th 2016
I stand upon a barren ground
Where many dying or dead soldiers are found.
Silent cries can be heard all around
Of many a soldier that lay on battle ground.
If only theyd known what they knew now
Would they have died for theyre country on a false governments vow.
Falsely led to do battle in war
If only theyd known truly what it was they were fighting for.
Hailed as heroic ib each of their deaths
Too many lives gone in a wars gidden depths.
A world ruled only by greed
Upon their own country men
Their government feed.
So to our young children i say these words before the world they step out.
Please be wary of the world that you are about to step out
For nots all as it seems
Its a world of much sad conviction & doubt.
Listen to the parents who to you fave birth
For this love is true & pure
& the only one of its worth.
Dont be led by viws or promises made
By a governing force that leads to the graves youll be laid.
Think about what it is you want from your life
Remember that war can only bring to the world more & more strife.
By Anna sabrina tate December 09th 2016
(Free Verse)
The oceans shores with their rocky paths,through which,
I can can still see a shining ray of light.
Far away sinking into splendor, too great for a heart
Was to hold.
The heart has its own memory, like the mind, to keep afloat
Its faith to fight it for you through, alone,
The giver's loving thought, and fearless heart who fights
Again the foe.
Pleasures come but not permanently stay, even this moment
Now shall pass away,
In that all the rest may be cast away, and that all our mortal
Flesh, must go back to where it came from, to dust and clay.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2000
December,09,2014
Written: December 09, 2023
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solitary slope whispers below
by the vernacular aphonic
with a fierce wind and unbiased rock
bucolic vibe is ponderous
It's chameleon patois
In schizoid iridescence and fluffy sky
I decipher everything
while trudging uphill as blind
Into the mouth of irrational tempest
no reason to stay here
as haze covers the sky
crows excel at tracing the white trail.
Written: December 09, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: John Anderson
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1/
Clock ticks through cold nights
shades aim long as the light fades—
pages grow flimsy,
the ink of forgotten names
smudges dissolve in stillness.
2/
The rain of spring knows
steps shod on the silky soil—
sighs mirror orchids
their fragrance widens for years
festering yet ephemeral.
3/
Sun shines through summer
Smiles of kids in the landscape—
brilliant and boundless
but even the dazzling fire
fades in the quiet of dusk.
Conclusion:
4/
Leaves shed in the fall
a rustling thread each season—
woven in tandem—
time is the loom of our life
fabric of recollection.
Written: December 09, 2023
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Honeyed gold pearled shades
brown ferns and aspens
into shadowed paths
lit embers and oaks
As darkness draws near,
with bowed tears of stark
runic streaks of light
dapple my sky
showing only maze
of black enigmas
crimson, lucid blaze.
leading to plum sky.
Swift shades drape my thirst
like dim-lit daydreams
that persist through time
niggling at my nerves
in sparkling strings of
stern frame blush skyline!
whilst glum chorus swells
in ghostly darkness.
Gloom morphs darned mayhem
veiled cinereal shroud
as she touches me
gazing with sleek sight
hushed tones, wan relics
of laid skyline bleeds
lost in shades of rouge
Onyx oboe chords.
The blaze has withered
oblivion crave.
Written: December 09, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Tom Woody
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My fingers are stone—
numb knuckles carved by the night’s chisel
Feet drag as anchors through drifts of powdered glass
The compass of my breath falters,
And silence gnaws at the marrow of my resolve.
I have always worshiped the wild
Scaled ridges where condors carve crescents in the sky,
wandered valleys where rivers rehearse their rhapsodies.
They warned me: "not alone, not in winter."
But I have always been a misfit pilgrim,
a shadow that strays from the procession.
Above me, the moon is a lantern of bone,
It's a halo crown of cold fire
I can hear as the air is so silent
the quiet of galaxies swirling,
the tiny hum of everlasting
despair hangs through me
similar to a worn-out cloak,
I wish to shut my eyes
to break down into the lull.
Yet—
In the argent glow, a vision unfurls.
Not a face, but a flame-shaped silhouette,
weeping rivers of light,
calling my name with a voice
that trembles the frost.
It is her.
My wife, my tether, my echo.
A surge rises—
not mine, but borrowed from some celestial reservoir.
Words ignite in my skull: "Rise. Rise."
And the mountain, once a labyrinth,
unfurls a path as a silver ribbon.
I stumble forward,
hearing voices braided with wind.
“Is that you? We were sent to find you.”
Before the dark folds me under,
I whisper, “Who sent you?”
And the answer drifts,
soft as snow,
bright as salvation:
"Your Guardian-angel."
Eyebrows thin, half-moon curves on top
Beaming hope, 'Good Ship Lollipops'
Over bright, cheery eyes, Nature's 'eaves-drops'
~ My face is a happy place
Mouth forming a crescent smile
Its pleasing shape quite versatile
Corners creased from frequent laughter
Lips parted, aglow, forever after
Cheeks rosy, abloom with joy
Just as they were when I was a boy
Of sadness or gloom, nary a trace
~ My face is a happy place
December 09, 2019
'The Metaphor of your Face' Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Gymnastics
Gymnastics and poetry are holding hands, they're falling head over heels in love.
John Derek Hamilton
December 09, 2015
I AM A CHILD DURING CHRISTMAS
Sing
the joys
of
Christmas
carols: La!
La!la!
Dance
and pray
that troubles
be miles away!
Evergreen
boughs fill,
each
doors home--
their scents stir
child-like
lips
to smile
long!
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***Waltz Wave
4:06pm, December 09,2015
She stared out the bleak window,
the countryside boredom engulfs her thoughts.
He stared out the bleak window,
the countryside boredom engulfs his thoughts.
Two similar souls, lives so different, in the game of love: they are caught.
She who has the innocence of youth,
he who has grown tired of trifle glamor.
Her eyes caught the gentle sabre-tooth,
His eyes caught the gazelle of innocuous candor.
But it wasn`t enough to revive his lost interest in ardor.
For him she might be just another lady,
but for her he is the core of her first passion,
she spent sleepless nights feeling quaintly.
But when she gathers her valor for a confession,
he turns her down brusquely with a sermon.
Her heart burns with agony and distress,
he still feels nothing, nothing for the poor girl.
When she has moved on she has become a lady who impresses.
Far from her now well-sought existence,
he realizes his past foolish resistance.
He seeks her once again but is left astounded,
as he sees not a child of naievity,
but a lady of elegance who not a tear she would shed.
Chasing her, he tries to break free from their past`s captivity,
but she turns him down as he once did, with a sermon, without sensitivity.
**written December 9 for Francince Roberts English Quintain contest :)**
~for those who might`ve noticed, yes, this is based on Pushkin`s Onegin. ~
*Image of To Obey by Pixabay.
The Golden Rules
Since childhood, you're told to, "Obey and you won't stray, do it this way and not that way, then life will not be hard." Easy-peasy makes the world a happier place in life, simply by following instructions. Happily, it goes on ...
five syllables there
add seven syllables here
five more ~ happy now
2021 December 09
*2nd Place*
Haibun- With A Message
~~charles messina: Judged 2021 December 17