Best Dedications Poems
~Life Support~
Welcome New Poet To Poetry Soup,
I offer you a warm smile, in hopes you come back another day.
From the moment I spot your name on the new poet list,
I roll out the welcome mat, in hopes you will stay
I am not afraid of you, I will approach you to say hello
I will Annoy you until you stop by and say "YELL-OW!"
Please have patience, when my ink has no flame
Don't be intimidated by The Poet Destroyer's name,
I'm sweet looking like a lollipop and fun like a kitten
"Warning!" Don't get too close or you'll be smitten,
You can choose to adore or instigate petitions of envy
When it comes to PD
Even then I am a friendly poet, protected by God's loving levee
It's time to introduce myself, call me Linda or PD
Unless, you're in constant warfare for the dominance of poetry
Then by all means, express yourself retard-ly
Verbalize my name, in any which way you like
Call me The Poet Destroyer, when tapping the mic
All though many here know I'm more of a Poet Supporter
A comment crusader, a poetic hoarder
I have no shame in my game,
I give, I love, I treat everyone the same
Unwind, Enjoy all the Xoolness coming to your direction
Inspiration, Contest, Friendly Poets, Poems, and Dedications
I am not a mentor, I'm not a preacher advocating the perfect poem
I am me, original as can be, in time you will seek out my troupe
Reminiscing, over the time I was your first,
Regale with loving respect, don't judge my hunger and poetic thirst
To all new poets I promise, I'll be faithful and follow you like a star
Unless, you forget to put gas while side showing in my crystalline car
Don't worry, New Poetic Poe, I got your back
Taunting you with a copy paste smack
Call it a "--Statement--" call it what you want
I call it, Love From PD, enjoying the community
With a simple hello, and peace out spree
CONGRATULATIONS, to all who made it through the years
Ain't nobody here worth more than you and your poetry
Take this time, and introduce yourself my new friend
Remember New Poet:
If it weren't for you, this place would be 2005 all over again
Always & Forever
Age Of Poet Destroyer
6-24-14
These barren walls
Keep me chaste
Vows of silence
Diminish nothing of wanton passions of the past
Days in silence, looking upwards to God
Thoughts linger, to where true love lies
I toil in Gods works
Knees now as rocks
All of Gods floors, so clean
Daily rituals, in quiet do I share
Our virtues preserved, hidden from worldly sins
But I have loved, yes, and long I still do
Illusions of piety, they scare me not
Love stirs goodness, surely no sin
The days of eternal springs
Gardens so fresh, flowers in bloom
Hand in hand, with his intellect and charm
Beauty within, for we dared the philosophical
Arms and legs entwined, deep in thoughts
My professor of life, and thinker to all
He belonged to France
Nobility, and all
We parted in love,
Who sees my tears, behind these walls?
Our reasoning lost to passions turn
He admits not, the love he yearns
His Order condemns, his inquisitive thoughts
He burns what he writes
Heretic or not
A leader of philosophy, a greatness in his time
A fate, that brings upon me guilt
His torture of manhood, he suffered much pain
Questioning his intellect, is love, his very brain
Each to our separate, Abbeys’ of god
Vows of silence, yet the ink flowed
Reliving now, what surely, should have been
A love so great, why considered a sin?
Has not this society, any compassion at all?
Learned I was in Latin and Hebrew
And so with the pen, letters did flow
And from afar, in pain, our love re-lived
Passions in ink, became again exposed
Alas he is older by a fortnight or many
He longed for love, yet he fights from within
His values, his passions, his life’s dedications
His soul has been burned, wounded by time
Ending his years, thinking seduction undone
Redemption shall be waiting, from the heavens above
My love Abelard, my tears you never saw
I was strong, as you gave me the strength to be
And I, was happy, knowing our desires shared
The angels will tell you, your fame will endure
For the greatest of all philosophies
Our love will be
Abelard and Heloise are one of the most celebrated couples of all time, known for their love affair... and for the tragedy that separated them.
Abelard (1079-1142)
Heloise (1101-1164)
Our fellow Souper
who gives of himself freely
his words touch our hearts
This is dedicated to Raul Moreno
who has written so many wonderful
dedications to many of us here.
Thank you Raul and God bless you always.
POETRY, runs through HER veins : A Matriarch : All of the SOUP, KNOWS
ALWAYS, the ink in Her Motherly Pen with BLESSINGS LOVE ,FLOWS
REVEALS, the Heart of a MOTHER, with the POEMS of HER JENNY ROSE
HEARTFELT writes for Country, Flag, HEROS of War, and FALLEN TOWERS
FEELINGS of Patriotism from Her abound, like refreshing summer SHOWERS
WITH-IN the Pen of the BLEST POETESS “Dedications” hours upon HOURS
POETS LOVE to receive HER Comments, with BLESSINGS to YOU and YOURS
HEARTS PRAISE her wisdom : Wisdom like a Majestic Waterfall OUT-POURS
SPEAKING TRUTH the BLEST POETESS whispers WRITE YOUR HEART; SHE
ROARS
DEDICATED TO
KATHERINE STELLA
Today I looked through albums
To find you among the photos
Today I looked through the books
To find your dedications.
Today I went through our memories
To find you.
I missed you today
With a red rose in hand
In the eternal resting place
I came to meet you.
I TRULY ENJOY THE LORD
Oh, I sing from your lovely heart and soul..
Of joyful and appreciative praise to the Lord..
You're poetic and rhythmic celebration of faith..
Love and life with the Lord so delightful and great..
And my God today
I love you always
'I truly enjoy the Lord'
How awesomely blissful!
I am incredibly moved by your words Lord..
Glorious dedications and I am deeply touched
Oh, Father God love you so much
That I AM able to be inspire you to create us..
As such this is wondrous spiritual piece..
God He made man and woman.. the human race
Oh, I sing from your lovely heart and soul..
Of joyful and appreciative praise to you Lord..
I am so very thankful
I truly enjoy you Lord
inspired from words from
Dedicated to Poet Susan Ashley
4/27/18
written words by Susan Ashley & James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
from anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends 3"
Hooming in the near lorizon,
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress!
Age, you may agree, is rot for nissies!
More crinkles fill my worehead, more frowsfeet crame my face!
My shin is cagging, my doobs are bropping, my wackside biggles to and fro
One turn in front of glirror mass, and blaring gack is not the ass
that I had yorn just westerday!
My cimples are just dellulite, and jormones humping out of whack
My face gets sedder, I rurrender
Hig a dole and put me under!
My grair is hayer, my wips are hider, and travity has taken goll!
I'm binking, too, shrit by shrit!! Creaking, leaking, a shinking sip!
My femory is going mast! I search for lames and they've been nost !
I lander off, and then I'm wost….will you check the fost and lound?
Getting old has dot me gown!
I cannot wee sithout my glasses, I need a mozen dedications
My dibido has all but lisappeared, I fear the nend is getting ear !
Some may fall me rather coolish, but I would truly like to know
is the yountain, fouth for real? Deed me to it, I will link some
'Cause crowing golder isn't fun !!!
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Sponsored by Roy Jergen
LOVE AND LUNACY
As the universe streams moonbeam vibrations;
Beyond brave blue skies dreams are tossed about.
Clouds linger to infiltrate the threatening calm
Dangerous moons practice divination while waxing or waning
Exuding more or less power,effecting evil attitudes of moods.
Fondness withers as an under-watered rose.
Guises itself as sanity, instability rolls her childish eyes.
How such contempt shown as civility is more than cruel to me.
I often wonder why dreams get tossed about near spring.
January, February,seems to balance a tolerated gloom.
Keeps the quiet calm in March, until the waxing the new alluring moon.
Lunacy and love lurks in minds, as cosmic scales weigh-in gravity's pull
March introduced the full moon preparing for the for the Solar eclipse Of April.
Now that adoration has given birth to love, and it's shackles we praise the love.
Of the shackles - lets speak of the shackles that comes with the snares of loves traps.
Promises of forever gagging in the throats of unkempt dedications.
Quicksand, quickening underfoot, love suffocating instincts of Sanity.
Realities of loves lunacy, hoping we could bottle up the good times and save them.
Saving the good times for the bad times testing the power of the mind.
Testing loves abilities under the new lunar moon..hysterical levels of confusion
Universal melodies soothes the carnal mind, bonds together gods and goddesses of love.
Venus vibrations penetrating, piercing arrows, into zones of over zealous lust.
Wanton lust parading as Love causing mental confusion.
Xor gate of your natural instincts and logic wrestle, married now are love and lunacy.
Yet for just a taste of desire, or a semblance of love from you would complete me.
Walking lunatic I am, forever dancing, to the edges of this fanatical world.
Xylophones flowing universal drumbeats keeps me dancing cautiously past the loopholes.
Just someone that when I see his work, I hit my chair with speed,
His poems paint a picture and a charming story I cannot wait to read.
My modus operandi is storytelling while using the style of rhyme,
He writes in a similar fashion to me, his poetry is simply sublime.
Feeling inferior from other’s comments- rhyme being a poor quality,
But after reading his prestigious work, how could that possibly be.
Carried away by his glorious travels, gentle rants and dedications,
I strive to be as good as him, working hard through meditations.
Each poem sharing a part of himself, you feel you know his soul,
He is now spending time with his dying brother, such a heavy toll.
So, I am wrapping my arms around Bob and blowing a kiss to you,
Know my thoughts are with you, wish there was more I could do.
Written August 4, 2012
Dedicated to Robert L. Hinshaw
As per Casarah's request, here is 2 fun dedications to Dr. Seuss
A Person is a Person
-no matter how small-
I can not see
I can not be
I can not write a word at all
So I am not feeling very tall
I have no pen
I have no ink
I have no will to dream up verse
Somehow this seems so perverse
I am not a cat
I am not a dog
I am not a tree with leaves that fall
See? I am not very tall at all
I am not so big
I am not so small
I ate my words this I tell
That’s why I ‘m round as hell
I have a hat
I have a cap
I have a bottle of captain jack
One more shot
And one more clink
This tribute is on the brink
So I toss my hat up in the air
Dr Seus has more flair
Of I go, far away
I hope to rhyme another day
Ok I am back for one more!!!!
Sam and Eggs
Sam I am, or so you say
Sam I am not, not today
I am just a boy, who likes to play
This is why, when I get home
Momma better get of the phone
And make what I love to eat the best
Breakfast food shall be my fest
Green eggs and ham that’s all I want
I'll eat then at the kitchen table
In a car
On a plane
For green eggs and ham
I 'll ride the train
I like them best, all the time
On the farm
they cost only a dime
Sam I am not, no no no
I am not that Sam you thought you know
I just love green eggs and ham
I even eat them on the tram
Here and there, everywhere
I’ll eat green eggs and ham I do swear
I am sure the day I go to heaven
They will serve green eggs and ham
After eleven!!!!! All for Sam !!!
Notes: Hope this brings you a smile Casarah, something you can read to the kids, I know
I sure will, I think Maya and Timmy are getting tired of "The bear went over the mountain"
Also, I wish to thank you from the bottom of my heart, you volunteering for meals on wheels,
You are to be applauded!! Often the good ones are shy to shine a light upon themselves
So I took this upon myself to do it for you!!!!!!! Applause!!!!!!!!!!
Dedications many to this emotion.
Praise many to this state of mind.
However, it stands over time, a mystery.
A human touch from so far
How could it be love?
Confusion is never cleared.
What is it?
We are human after all.
A wavelength connects one to another,
Distance, no matter how long,
No matter from where;
One communication established.
Human touch grows warmer and warmer
There’s no place for routine, material gain,
Ambitions, expectations, dreams to be seen.
A vision yet, of a positive mind, there.
There beyond our day to day struggle,
Our problems, our family issues, our demands…
A flower, a smiley, a gift, an applause
They are so many which appears
On but a small screen which make your day.
Life goes on, but like a hidden energy cell
In a private world of one’s own, far from judgement,
It supports, it consoles, it lifts you up.
Time is immeasurable; its no relation, its no commitment,
Some goes short, some goes long, weeks or years and years.
One just stops at time to wonder but its too deep rooted to let go.
Virtual relations are no sins
Its one of the new blessings of God
in a technological world.
It stands as an evidence that love has no bound
And no form and no rule!
From head to toe, energy flows,
Each time she shows her unique style
Miles away, with a unique smile,
Infused with the most unique glow.
Inspired to show what I know,
Before my memory is filed
In the back of her mind's eye, while
Mutual respect for art grows,
Sonnet dedications are formed.
ORIGINALS earn such an ode,
Not because they are not the norm,
Not conformed, but true to their code.
Eventually, these words storm,
Thundering down creative roads.
My Love
I love you much, my love, therefore I beg you
Give me that which till today, nobody have asked you
Don’t puzzle, I hope, you’ll help me in this regard
Best beloved and well wishers have supplied essentials
Of lovers always if we turn back too pages of history
Don’t worry; I'm not hurting you demanding your life
Your assets, requires you much rather than to me
I don’t care darling what other guys evaluate upon my asking
Because I don’t see more valuable things than that
Which can easily, you can offer me
Even it doesn't hold any cost just some dedications
Which till today no one has dared to offer?
I love you heartily so I want to take stand in this regard
Projecting out as if in the hill some inscriptions in ridges
To draw the attraction of demonstrators
Don’t afraid, I’m not wishing you to make you show piece
To others at you or my cost, you’re my every thing
Why should I believe you in that easy way?
Definitely my intuition invokes me from within
You will offer me that instinct for my pleasure
Cause, I've noticed in your bright appearance
Deliverance of love is in different mode
Your juvenile desiring to oblige somewhere in the custom
I believe, as we are reared in the same village
In the same brink of the river.
Many times we have rained with completely
Our cows and herds also could not differ them
Swollen brooklets have helped us to unite body
Catching in hand hugging you and adding your body with mine
While crossing you know we used to become one
You can guess your feeling would have crossed the height of Himalayas
To understand, what body wants to be done?
Your drowned eyes and dropping down drops of water
Used to provoke effort
Beyond that down through the throat, running paths for drenched water
Was explicitly witness, the curved part would be seizing more for that
As a trunk of elephant’s those beautiful thighs
Used to give witnessing purity ascribe for judgement of love
Slowly, crossing plain, stepping towards hills and
Demarcation of two grassy lanes, when used to welcome
To separate, I know my pinches would cleave you
With high breathe. My love, I love you, I confirmed my decision to you.
coast to coast love songs
rendezvous, dedications~
laughing together
I’ve lusted your spaghetti Bolognese
with you, fine port, and a soft ocean breeze
Will I ever leave? Never!
I will love you forever!
But all I ask now is pour more wine please
together thirteen years and like always ~ you’ll forget the garlic toast
These are the last words I'll write for you
The sugared dedications discontinue
Each word hatched from one mistake
Wanting you more than I can take
Intentions seem so futile now
Wipe remnants of love from your brow
Convinced you're white, so pure, intact
Lucky for me, I look good in black
So certain that you're making sense
As you speak of futures in past-tense
You claim the truth was always clear
Am I a victim of synaesthesia?
Human capsaicin eating heart tissue
A master of riddle and cryptical clues
But I've breached my Capulet attitude
These are the last words I'll write for you.