Best Devotionwords Poems
Remember that night, one of so many of course
When the waitress asked if we were on our first date
We’d talked for three hours till our voices were hoarse
The laughter we shared no one could create
It must have been the joy in our hearts she saw
For eighteen years there’d been no one who meant more
Never for a moment did our love withdraw
I joked and said it was the cologne you wore
Impotence had rendered you last in some eyes
But there was no man who made me happier
My affection for you never compromised
Of my self-worth, you were the certifier
The last time I saw your 95-pound frame
As you lay smiling in the hospice bed
My adoration I just could not proclaim
Couldn’t look back, still wanted to look ahead
My head on your hand, tears formed a puddle
So much in my heart, but at a loss for words
I waited for your angel as we cuddled
Finally they arrived, not one, they flew in herds
The spirit of contentment shone o’er your face
I swear to this day I saw your spirit rise
You faced your death with such dignity and grace
I could not bring myself to utter goodbyes
But now as I pray, the words finally come
“God blessed me with a special friend always true
And now as I hear heaven’s harps ever strum
I know there’ll never be another like you”
*For my dear friend Chris who died on Christmas Day 2005
Entry for Gareth's "Last Words to a Loved One" Contest
Light blue tears on parchment, how softly my pen
weeps for you. Ribbons of verse bind, pull tightly
on oozing emotions. Devoted words lie embalmed
in true affection, line upon line of adoration. I am
besotted in ink, controlled by a heart that fills my
page. My pen lies aside my love, my dreams, my
day and night and what you are to me. Your kisses
are the words planted and my future granted.
My Dear....
Do you know?
How empty is our home, when you are gone?
Another evening fades, another day declines
How silent are these walls, when you're away
Even in the quiet, I feel the comfort of your presence
The mantel clock is ticking, with face that seems to mock me...
I watch the embers glow...., each room that seems to know...
The ticking sound the only song, until your arms embrace me
Do you know,.... how I miss you so?....
The night is cold
It seems to freeze the words I cannot find
I look beyond the window glass....
My eyes beseech the moon
Perhaps the moon will search the stars
for words beyond my reach
I sit alone, the night is dark
A lifeless pen in hand
Where are the words I seek?
Where do I start? How can the phrase begin?
How does one express the joy....the peace inside one's heart?
While I stumble, my foolish hesitation over choice
I have no voice...
No words.....the breath of me
Cannot find the verse
The rhythm could be no worse...
To make these words come out just right
Or have you always known?
Our love so pure, so sweetly grown
On summer days, or winter nights
No other arms could be so warm, so gentle, the place I call my own
Though I am alone, your gentleness will carry me to sleep tonight
As it has on every night
How I long to only have you home again....
Where does one find the way?
A way to say the sacred words....
So the whole world could know....
How I love you so? Come home, my love, come home....
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For Audrey's Sentimental Love Letter
the perfectly polite lady
who gracefully writes me daily
whom i hope i will one day applaud
when she reads us her poetry abroad
the sister I've always wanted
the same ever since she started
she's said many prayers
and she'll always be there
to miss her is my brokenhearted
my words to her are special
we meet on the very same level
and sometimes i say
in a some sweet way
"she's mine" when the day is special
her words are furniture
in my heart
and flowers in vases
and art
the beautiful scenes
the stars in between
the clouds floating apart
the warmth the fires glow
the great spirit from with in that flows
the someone that is
when i needed a friend
heavens answered prayer
(To my favorite soup girl Carolyn Devonshire;)
I am freestyle
Dark day’s dark tress startreck
Beam me up scotey and take me away
Four those days that I have missed and still reminisced
Soon this will all co-exceed into the mist
I am a ninja an acoustic ninja to words and sounds
You can bend words and sounds to picture minds and souls
Blend words to find the mind and seek to dust
Words beat fighting, fighting solves instant emotions
Words kill the soul four ever long as you grow
These are my words as a ninja to sound
We are all round and found our sound
So don’t fight, just bite the words and say aloud
Combine your lyrics, as a lyrical genius
They may be a ***** but so may you?
We try to take it slow to be a lady
Just doing things that couples in love do
Enter the ninja , you are a butterfly I need your Samira
Taking it to the next flow
I think about you in freaky visions you are butterfly
I need your production, I am a ninja I am razor shape
Rolling with the SOS my style is UFO
Oh ET oh, my name is that b*tch
Your sun down your sun done
Rocking like this, your run down, sun dust to collect interest
We in the club growing taller
" Best Of Times "
Sitting for many minutes
while writing on this page
it does not really matter
my health and not my age
I love to sit and write for you
these poems that I tell
most are average while some are good
with a few done very well.
The topics that I select
really matter lots to me
writing words of poetry
for everyone to see
composing a good poem
always happens from the start
I give it my emotions
all stirring in my heart.
I write each day into the night
I am writing all of the time
my letters form into some words
creating a pleasant rhyme
some writers are much better
in their gifted writing mission
the beauty of this literature
has become my lifes tradition.
At times my writing fingers
go fast and they get hot
but I always keep them writing
and I give it all I got
I never place my pen down
because the words all come so free
I'm trying to be the very best
at writing my poetry.
I receive some real good comments
on my words of poetry
giving to all of my readers
every single bit of me
I love to write and share
my creative poetic rhymes
sharing these precious moments
is the Best Of Times...
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...
You have loved me through the worries.
You've stood by me through the pain.
I have found you there still waiting
When the world was bright again.
Now to you, my loving soulmate,
All my vows I would renew.
Are there any words so worthy
They can tell of love so true?
In the battle of the poets
Closeted within their dens,
Words their only ammunition
Shooting from their ink filled pens,
Seeking phrase, uniquely pretty
And an unused metaphor,
They have not the time to help me
Woo the one whom I adore.
Without muse or bard asistance
Am I equal to the game?
In trite words of deep devotion
Will the message be the same?
I can't say it grandiosely
As I show this love of mine.
The old hackneyed words must do then.
You're my one, true Valentine.
By Joyce
Revised for Deborah's contest. won 3rd place
So much words for soupers to give
So much comment I never can reply
Keeping me going… to only believe
How poetry will never die
Forgive me if I haven’t my words
Forgive me for comments made unheard
If a person I proclaim myself weird
For persons no… but poetries I have words
You folks believe in me
My world… (sigh) no one could see
Perhaps in poetrysoup I could be
That someone where poetries meant free
A thousand love from a single heart
And a single heart is only all I have to give
From a simple comment to alp me apart
Keeping me going… I do believe
So much words I did not know
Have I so much words to reply?
Only for all… if not poets to behold
How poetries will never die
broken and confused
injected with a disease thats un controllable
friends nor foe can see its killing me
the truth of hiden lies
my pain is filled with hurt and tears
a tear is the warmth of gods faith :but the heartache is the sins of mortal!
caress my words with wisdom and not a fools gold,dear lord
take me as i am , but dont crush my soul
listen to me as a son: with spirtual words,not eying deceptive words of laughter of
a dramatic play
crushed defines lost and broken, but lord take the toungues of evil and use their
spit for repent!
kill me because my spirt is the start of kindness and healing
heal me, dear lord
hear me yet
ears of the wicked go unnotice
listen to the words of passion that go unheard,like a theif at night
quiet and calm but with a determined motive
im screaming help at the top of my vocals but who cares to listen
a mouth that is water with deceptive anguish is only a mouth of a fool
did you hear me yet or does the voices of guilt rip at you like the stare of stalkers
and killers
i am only words, but the price of guilt is far more worse than death itself
listen to the cries of the innocent and the poor,homeless but with a gleam of faith
faith is the committed verse of ones words with an annoited spirt of hope
listen to your heart and not the wicked
hear these words and thy shall be enlighten with wisdom
Gushers pouring all around
Beating drums come thundering 'round
Stifled by a man I do not know--I've never seen
Feeling a familiar feeling long since passed
Forgetting where my journey is supposed to take me
Distracted by my heart
Giving in to sinking feelings of love & adoration
Lost in a web of contradiction
Fighting thoughts of grief & benediction
Living a mundane life made-up of fiction
Transfixed in the aftermath before it's begun
Fixated on the past, never living in the present
My heart belongs to Daniel; my soul belongs to God
Caught in a tug of war between happiness & sin
Always mute for fear of scorn
The feeling is forlorn for I cannot confess my love
I cannot christen my heart for fear of treason
I confess my love for God with my lips, but my heart is far from him
I unknowingly surrendered my heart into the hands of the cunning deceitful coyote
He came to me in a dream masked as an angel of light
He whispered words of flattery & charm: he lulled me into his arms
He captivated me with his words of love & blue eyes of sincerity
He vowed to be everything I needed, in exchange I do the same
His name resonates every time I think of him
Standing in the sun, fading into the light
Wallowing in tainted memories of a promise that never came
He left me without a heart
He corrupted any hope for a true love.
Declare, i say your true feelings
hear.
But from this place do not
whisper a word,
You and i need to be told the
truth,
For said before the truth will
set you free.
But the truth out of these
words we speak here and now,
may be twisted and used
against us.
So i say speak your words that
slip off your tongue like a snake
in front of the people we know.
But here in my presence,
Your words are mine, and you
need to tell me.
Why now and why not truth
then?
Kylie Arello,
a.k.a Me :)
I wonder if I told him,
Do you think he really knew
How much his daughter loved him
Ere I bade him sad adieu?
Did I take his sacrifice for granted?
Lay his love upon the shelf?
Thinking not of what he'd done for me
But only of selfish self?
Heavenly Father will you find him?
Will you seek him ut up there?
Will you tell how much I loved him
And will forever care?
On this earth, Dear Heavenly Father,
He was second unto none,
And I just can't wait to tell him
Until my race down here is run.
Do you think he reallly knew it,
When I left those words unsaid
That each night I thanked You for him,
On my knees beside my bed?
So to you, each well loved daughter
And each proud and manly son,
Don't forget to thank your parents
For the good things they have done.
Just go and tell them, now today
Before it is too late.
It is hard to send your words of thanks
Up through that golden gate.
By: Joyce Johnson
For Raul Moreno's contest
Runing from the rain, searching for the shelter that wil be..
Wanting your desire and in your arms to cover me..
Take me to your place where I could be free...
Hold me in your heart and help let me beleave..
No one in this life knows how I feel, you've comfort me through
this and my love I can't conceal... A poet's words so jumbled
but not so hard to read... Words that flow so recklessly
down a frozen stream...Im pondering through your world with
a mask made of glass...No hidden love or heart breaking, only
the the words that will everlast.. A ride that scares us both so true..
but a life without chances soon will leave us too..