Best Dedicationwords Poems
He says the nicest, kindest things
And doesn’t know the joy he brings;
A friend to all, the young and old:
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold.
I hope this doesn’t make him blush,
To hear his fellow poets gush;
A comp on him is rather bold:
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold.
His comments brighten any day -
As with you all, I have to say -
When they made you they broke the mould:
All your words are better than gold.
some people leave riches to their heirs
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold
everyone privileged to read his work
unlocks his treasure trove
written words worth their weight in bullion
fame stems from his mighty quill
insightful behavioral revelations
laced with myths from many lands
astonishing analogies
superlative metaphoric value
boundless wisdom unfolds
priceless is his legacy
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold
Written for Joe Maverick’s Better than Gold contest and dedicated to Dr. Ram Mehta.
If you want to read poetry,
Dr. Ram is the one to see.
He appeals to all young and old.
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
The words he writes are next to none.
On this site, he is number one.
He is the shepherd of the fold.
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
This man nobody will despise.
He is both talented and wise.
Let the word forever be told,
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
BETTER THAN GOLD
International literati pay homage
To our hero’s literary courage
Matching Homer’s and Cicero’s of old:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
Author of countless gems of art
Always a SOUP figure right from the start
Giant of words and verse to behold:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
Standards of style and lexicon to uphold
He often to me the secrets has told
Occasionally has also needed to scold:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
When needing advice or lost in a fog
When rhyme is a marsh and rhythm a bog
And my poem is stillborn, unalive, cold:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
A sage with wisdom so erudite
Muse filtering hope, shedding light
Mentor whose keen insight doth shape, mold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Twining cultures with his harmonious pen
Idioms, aphorisms from his native kin
With adopted truisms, symbols doth fold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Verses sculpted with cunning concision
Accents, rhymes spliced with stunning precision
Crafty metaphors, metonymies freely doled
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
(Dedicated to and in memory of the
children who were killed in the
Connecticut school shooting.)
Remember bells and keep your eyes
from crying,
from the sights that held your
screams today.
Leave your stolen dreams taped to
the windows
and live each one until you fade
away...
And should you need the words of
sweet
St. Agnes.
Weeping as she says a prayer for
you.
Standing with St. Nicholas on the
threshold
Hoping you won't have to
understand...
Why your mommy cries with folks
around her,
And your daddy's head hangs to the
ground.
And should you need the words of
sweet
St. Agnes.
As she spreads her arms for you
today
and all her fellow saints offer their
verses.
Because today she cannot find the
words to say.
Farewell now, sleep well and keep on
smiling.
Twenty crayons, left upon the
ground.
Farewell now, we promise to
remember...
that twenty crayons have fallen
down.
with words used for conjuring
she writes her beautiful lines
and colours each and every ideal
as if a mosaic for the mind
insatiable mother nature
has found herself discribed
her true colours never mintioned
are finally recognized
she sprinkles words with her perfumes
with fragrances not often used
she measures words with passion
fits them together in poetic fashion
she colours the world oh so sweetly
and portrays it's beauty oh so neatly
she gives us true meaning
that life is also bleeding
she revieled her own scars
and scattered them among the stars
the pinnacle of her success
the rare thing that made her blessed
being prepared for any test
always striving to be the best
" My Words Flow From My Heart "
I am a writer of poetry
black ink flows through my pen
I have been around this great big world
my words may make you grin.
I sometimes write on foreign soil
sailed across the oceans blue
I can make the birds and other things
sing romantic songs for you.
I can show you heavens gold
and touch the stars above
setting fires in souls of man
and write of Gods great love.
I want to erase these evil battles
help singers write some songs
give mankind back their hopes and dreams
and fix the things gone wrong.
I am a writer of poetry
the words just flow so free
I write for you and everyone
these words to you from me.
Heartfelt emotions can move the earth
all emptiness I want to fill
we poets that have lived and died
our words keep living still.
Lets all share our love today
and remove the crimes at night
through it all, through everything
man's future can be bright.
I am a writer of poetry
you all know me well my friends
I was there at your inception
and I will be there at the end.
With each step our whole life through
in all we say and all we do
whenever you have a need for me
I will be right there just for you.
My inner flame always burns
when my writing starts
God blessed me with this special gift
my words flow from my heart…
Penned By MPK
Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion.
Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can't Be Seen Or Touched.
It Must Be Felt With Your Heart...
He had a dream
He stood his ground
He spoke his words
All nice and loud
He changed the world
With his strong words
He taught us all how to care
He took his love and taught to share
His anger withheld
All hardships and scars
Through bombs of hate
And words past the stars
His heart still beats
His blood still flows
Through the earth it screams
It over flows
He is our conscience
Our reminder of hate
He showed us the way
Though some still stayed
We have to finish
What was started before
We’re closely there
But something’s blocking the door
The hate from past years
Is still standing strong
We must let go of that
Which we know is wrong
To learn from our mistakes
We need to learn what was taught
Everyone no matter what color
Needs to treat each other like brothers
We’ve all seen the past
So lets look to the future
You can help
Just learn justice from this preacher
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"
These very lines created my sound
Wove dreams of gold, spun silken thoughts
Words resounded, thoughts surrounded revolt
Twelve and undecided, these words honed my soul
Try as I might, they created in my mind
Words of truth, words with delight
Serenely, caressingly, certainly contrite
Truer words were told, yet undue thought was heeded
Yet like music these flowed, cajoled, sublimely needed
Aaah yes Wordsworth inspired and Shakespeare he aided
These masters they guided, and deliriously I decided
Poetry would reflect me, my very intimate soul
It would mould, and tease, and thereby make me whole!!
About 235 years ago give or take a day
Groups of pirates, adventurers, thieves and whores
Flocked like lemmings to these shores
Here they breathed the pristine air
Planted roots and learned to share
A growing feeling of a common goal
A glorious steering to miss the shoal
Dormant seeds of freedom sprout
Amazing words of freedom they did shout
These amazing words got written in a Declaration
The founding brick of our new nation
The bounty once learned it was beyond ample
More than enough for all to sample
Hiding in the shadows an influential few
Plot to control it for us that ain’t new?
The beginnings rot of a sequel
The day we pointed and said, “They are not equal.”
Our golden lake in which we are a drop
Tasted pollution and began its rot
The water pumps ceaseless flow
Stagnation and pollution began to grow
Pumping from the bottom up to the top
Working perpetual to make it flop
Oh we had the right and responsibility not to go
Silently we stand here and scuff our toe
Yes we own it all the papers are clear
Mindless puppets in our fear
Fear is crippling and that’s a fact
Get in the wheel chair or take it back
Not guns, or knives and bombs
Just say no refuse to go along
If you ask there is a solution
A way to refresh the lake with a kindness REVOLUTION
Remember no lake is pure if its drops are polluted, and America is at 20% pollution
(citizens at or near the poverty level.) So far History has only shown one result of
this condition…violent revolution (read the newspaper it has begun). We can once
again show the world a new paradigm” Humaneomics”, and in one generation “We
the people”, can once again be free. The world will no longer want to fight us…they
will work to become us.
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
Of the life he led
And the things he said
And of what he might have said to me
If our two paths had crossed
How can such profoundness and genius
Live on in a single human being?
What a truly gifted man he must have been
What a privilege it would have been to know him
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
If he were here today
Sitting in his scarlet chair
Would he still put pen to paper?
And mystify us with his words
Not knowing the great affect they have on those who love him most
And would he share his wisdom
With those who he knew would use it wisely?
Or would his secrets remain to be discovered in his cryptic words?
Words of truth and brilliance
Words of a legend
... ...I wonder.
"inspired by Linda's write on JFK"
My Tribute to John Lennon
" A Fallen Beatle"
A child from across the pond...
Whose words would help the world to bond...
A true poet from the heart, who's ideas
touched so many even from the start...
A man who inspired a country to be free..
Spoke of war and peace while in bed for all to see..
A legend in his own write, help the world to Imagine
without love or hate...
After a reborn life another would be his fate.
He spoke of peace and freedom for all...
Sadly a bullet from a mad man was his fall..
His body and being was taken and now disappeared...
But his words and soul live on for all to hear...
Never again will an Icon like this grace our eyes...
All his words and music will continue touch many lives..
By Michael J. Falotico
there are three words im afraid to say
i...love...you
there are three words i long to say
i...love...you
there are three words burning my skin
i...love...you
there is a lonely man waiting to here them
i...love...you
im afraid of your reaction when i say
i...love...you
so i hide my emotion and wait for the day
when i get up the courage to write you a note
three simple words is all i wrote
i...love...you
with no hesitation you pick it up
you read the note then look up
i love you too
is all you say with your smile shining through the darkness.
Form:
" I Love You All "
For you once again
I grab my poetic pen
and let my thoughts flow
painting words for you
my words of visual art
as my poetry will always grow.
As a creative poet
touching two important senses
your emotion and your vision
so please let me begin
as I try and achieve
for you this poetic mission.
I want to thank you all
from the bottom of my heart
for being my reading fans
I wished I could give you
a warm heartfelt hug
then shake all your hands.
Its all of your fault
the fine people like you
that ignite my creative desire
I could never ever
thank you all enough
for inspiring my writing fire.
The time you all give to me
is a precious meaningful thing
I will forever cherish
I have left my legacy
and my poetic words
shall hopefuly never perish.
Now my gift for the world
when I pass to die
will be left behind
keeping me alive
through my poetic words
flowing within your mind.
A famous poet
is a human being
that never dies
their published words
always touching hearts
and so many precious lives.
My reading fans are great
giving me inspiration
to stand so proud and tall
I sincerely thank You all
as I end this poem
saying I Love You All...
Penned By MPK
NOTE: This Poem Was Inspired By A Poem Done by
Christy Hardy Titled, " All My Friends"
Thank You Christy For Being Such A Inspiration...