Best Define Poems
*Author's Note:
I have written this in a manner that tells a story. Please read straight across each line. The Poem Titles are in the right column.
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This is who I am (The Poet)
Who walks more slowly now (In the Autumn of My Life)
enjoying more than ever before (The Promise of Spring)
who has melted those (Frosted Panes)
but not the memory they impart for (The Love of a Gentleman)
and the music he played on his (Violin)
a cherished memory held ageless
like the petals in a (A Winter Rose)
or the ... (Unbearable Beauty in the
Color Grey)
that I see today as (I Stand here)
Near the end of the road, with only (One Regret)
Written May 11, 2020
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
What is your prison?
Is it loneliness, silence or just fear.
Do you dare venture from darkness into sunlight?
Are you content to lurk in the shadows?
You are your own warden.
You hold the key to unlock your cell.
Don't look for others to create your world.
Don't let others define you, define yourself.
Start living today and tomorrow will speak for itself.
12/27/18
My Signature Poem:
Rhyme and Romance that I employ so often.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/cinder_girl_203924
Nature with a Chilling Message:
Shows my love for story-telling and personification.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/in_stranglers_wood_204456
Early Free Verse:
When I had so few poems, I actually would read my own poems again and again.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_poems_are_children_to_me_198023
Lyrical Romance:
This one flowed to me. Later, a musician gave it a tune!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/honeymoon_serenade__370181
Humorous Poem:
This is my personal favorite of my LOL poetry!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/that_potent_urge_-gotta_go_gotta_go_right_now_208916
Terzanelle on my birth month:
My predilection for writing about fall's melancholy and using classic forms.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/september_333645
Italian Sonnet on Friendship:
Of my many sonnets, it focuses on something most precious to me.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/goodbye_old_friends_383428
Recent Free verse:
The influence of love on my later life as a poet. One of my few I recorded.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/it_was_in_september_-_five_words_796374
Tribute to beloved pet dog Ollyver:
On an experience I consider spiritual. More of narrative style I do so often.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ollyver_my_beloved_1193617
Tribute to my dearly departed brother Dale:
Of the many I wrote, this is my favorite.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_collage_for_dale_511047
May 22, 2020 Note to Sponsor: Sorry, even with your directions at the contest area and those of my friend, I just don't get how to make the links. I really wanted to know it too!!
For a DTR from you I’m waiting,
and no more is it up for debating.
Quit bread-crumbing me,
or ghosted you’ll be
after ten years of off-and-on dating.
What is a true friend in your mind?
Is it someone that sticks with you to the end of time?
Someone that’s honest and true to your face?
Someone that is your saving grace?
Or maybe the person that just lends a hand.
During a time of need and helped you stand.
How about the one that just lends an ear,
And offers their shoulder for all your tears.
The time you got in trouble with no way out.
Who was there beside you, as if you had a doubt?
A true friend can go beyond a person in your life.
Like your pet dog Sam that you cry to at night.
Or it could be a cat that’s been with you for years.
There to keep you safe and warm through all your fears.
They don’t understand. They don’t know what’s wrong.
All they know is your needing them and that’s where they belong.
True friends are needed everyday in life.
To make it though life’s toils and strife.
Without them we are nothing just creatures of the world.
These relationships make us human so I’ve been told.
This is my definition of a true friend.
Someone that will stick by you from start to end.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/12/2009
On that fateful day in August arriving late, so unusual for me
For I am always early; did I know deep down what the verdict would be
As soon as I walked through that door, the neurologist told me my fate
I had Parkinson’s she said; a degenerative disease; but then I heard no more
How I wanted to scream are you sure, are you sure
Then I started to cry; then I started to shake
How on earth would I cope; how on earth would I live
I am now all alone since my darling had died
But the kindly sweet nurse made a cup of sweet tea
She gave me a hug sending me on my way
with armfuls of booklets, to read one by one
and not all at once, there’s so much to take in
I spoke to my family, I cried, they cried
I spoke to my friends, I cried, they cried
Then slowly I realised it could be much worse
I began to get angry; I began to curse
Till finally I vowed to live life to the full
Making each second count, till the day my time comes
I vowed that Parkinson’s will never define me
I will never let it rule me; I will fight it to the nth degree
Written 21st December 2018
Competition: You are not defined by
Sponsor: John Hamilton
2nd place
Standard contest 180
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st place
10 POEMS THAT DEFINE ME
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_cry_of_an_angel_1053080
Despair, sadness, tears, bewilderment, not prepared to accept or hear,
My first born lived five days then died, why unclear?
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_broken_heart_1059429
My rod in life, an army officer, my father dear,
Had bronchial cancer, left us in desperate pain I fear!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/blonde_-_absent_minded_or_fair_1050224
This poem dedicated to the dark, red haired and fair,
Defines how sacred is our hair, we do and dare!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/to_my_future_husband_1199032
So happy that we met again and about to pair,
For ever after, this I had to pen with flair!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/in_the_wild_re_post_1197575
Never had been to the Kruger National Park, what fun,
Wild animals galore, I couldn’t wait, ‘are you excited hun?’
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tony_the_pony_1105958
Good friends to visit on their farm, our son’s birthday
I met Tony my pony on the fifth of May.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/starry_starry_night_1121731
The, sky the stars and I at night, pure delight,
I wish upon a star, entices me and does excite.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_muse_and_i_1165652
My darling muse helps me with all of this, why,
Because we are one, identical twins who soar and fly!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/hello_and_goodbye_coco_1122673
I have loved many animals throughout my life, but Coco
Was special, she was destined for heaven, that I know!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/put_to_the_test_1239151
Think of Heidi Sands, and for her shed a tear,
She’s aware that we pray for her, so very dear!
Entering Poetry Contest
10 POEMS THAT DEFINE ME
SPONSOR: Line Gauthier
07/05/2020
Was it deep or was it shallow
Was it full or was it hallow
Did it stay or has it past
Did it feed or did it fast
Was it a gift or stolen property
Gods goodness or mans own lottery
Strong foundation or broken pottery
One great risk that lead to poverty
Was the worry worth the pain
Was it sweet or filled with disdain
Does it follow where ever you go
Wanted or unwanted fast or slow
Does it really come to an end
And if so where does the end begin
Does it end in death or one left behind
Were they faithful until the end of there time
Was it mostly heaven with a little bit of hell
For whom were they living or couldn't you tell
Was love the single purpose
Or misery part of the surface
Could jealousy destroy the chains of children
Or mistrust create the need of resolution
Has old age made the two into one
The way it was meant to be when it all begun
love is a hunger
a pounding of heart muscles
two people can fill
Our games define us, who we are
by which ones are most popular
First comes football, all blood and gore*
#1 with those who long for war
Then there's basketball, the 'city game'
for ghetto-dwellers, a path to fame
Last and least, poor tennis
long the 'gentleman's game'
Of late reduced to barbarism
grunts and shouts ~ through a racial prism
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*American football, a violent sport
Would it be considered nefarious
If I call my poems ‘hilarious’
Our humour is subjective …
I write from MY perspective
It’s a trait of my sign Aquarius!
I have never categorised any of my poems as ‘hilarious’ as what I consider is humourous is a matter of opinion and often when I read ‘hilarious’ poems I don’t find them that amusing
01~27~17
We all make choices in life:
sometimes, it's the small
seemingly insignificant
little things that can corrupt the heart
and assault the soul:
or make a positive difference in someone's life.
We try to shore up our convictions
using alternative facts, logic, pride, and hubris:
and yet end up fortifying frustration,
anger, and contempt.
For we're all human,
sharing the frailties intrinsic to our species.
No one is immune to failure,
and some have stumbled and fallen
through the cracks,
living in the shadows of life.
No one wants poverty.
And yet, it thrives all around us.
The city’s reaction to the homeless
is unapologetic and stern:
fueled by scorn, as opposed to love.
And society's deafening silence
speaks volumes;
sanctioning policies
lacking in compassion and understanding.
Our choices define us.
Some reveal humanity's heart,
while some sully humanity's soul.
cuz...well...this cerebral cortex lacks
ability to comprehend anything
more complex than playing jacks
aware his severe cognitive ability hacks
away at such juvenile gibberish
and most likely exacts
a prediction my intelligence
on par with bracts
very much aware that
without recourse to contrivances
delineating the passage of time,
wherever said out
standing invisible essence
which moments lapse just now ago
Now!
no just a moment ago Yaw
that, this or another instant
did without so much as a wow
lapse, and lucky
21st *****Sapiens to vow
and lay claim thee or thou
aware the amorphous ether
one can reefer as a sow
or any other animate or
inanimate direct or indirect object re:
yule lie zing
any analogy, metaphor, simile,
et cetera a poor substitute to pre
sent every second, minute,
hour...that doth nee
dull our attention akin
to banshees, or comparison
to something else
totally tubularly off the wall lee
ving without a trace
only prompt a feeble yet apropos je
ne sais quois, yet even then any primate a he
than (if individual couched in this free
to believe in any religion country, and cre
may shun versus burial predicated
adherence to idea of a soul aie...aye
how write with frustration struggle to affix bye
and bye, some nebulous notion, that doth defy
tis a futile effort to codify, fortify,
identify abstract concepts, whose high
arc key eludes pinpointing a per jai
guru dev, place or thing (ha)...
Laying out the sacred miniscules,
claiming knowledge to be your
land.
Infinity with an open eye,
truth in the palm of your hand.
Amidst rolling whispers,
distorted answers through
translucent glass.
Ambition seized too soon,
questions uncovering far too
fast.
Held bound by expectations,
burying tangible thoughts of a
soul.
Contradictory in the midst of
discovery,
creating vacancies within a
desolate hole.
Irrelevant ideas in creative
thought,
divinity held within the power of
a mind.
Innovation derived from
imagination,
yet chasing dreams already
signed.
Fragile persistence in
consistence,
kneeling to a blank drawn.
Endlessly approaching
opportunity,
practicality sacrificed more than
a player's pawn.
Embodiment of perfection,
skin forged with revelation.
Correlating wonder with
disclosure,
upon ignorance in separation.
Women, how can I make you a fair definition?
You have nurtured 6 billion live children
So, you are the mother of the human
On every piece of land on this planet
They, with fine wisdom and skillful hands
Arranged, the order of time and
The dimensions of tolerance
Giving the air the direction of love
Making the clouds Elegance and
The moonlight flow like a stream
So, you created miracles
I remembered how you grew up
Like flowering trees, jasmine, peaches
Apricot, or plums...
In the wind of spring and
In rays of the beautiful sun,
You are stretching the branches joyfully
And releasing the growth happily,
I can also hear your voice too,
As you are flying in the air, like the thrushes,
The swallows, or the Orioles...
Or like the sparrows jumping from branch to branch
So, you are broadcasting graceful music
When I'm near you, I can also smell your breath
The fragrance is somewhat with sweet,
Like the jasmines, the cloves, or the camellias...
And when I'm away for a long time from you,
Many times, my heart will become noisy
And my thoughts will diffuse
And hard to maintain a mindset of a scientist
And whenever this moment comes,
I know it will be more hard to define...
So, I must go outside
Facing the flowering trees and
Dazing
* To International Women's Day