Best Difficult Poems
Know that tomorrow the sun
will be back again to warm everyone.
And at night, the moon
will again make the oceans croon,
and the stars will again twinkle
and their beauty will stun.
I never talk about the fact that I am going blind,
it is something I have a hard time dealing with;
really it is best to just put it out of my mind.
If I could make it go away that would be my wish,
no drugs or any operations can cure this girl;
it is something, I have a hard time dealing with.
And while I still can- I dance and whirl and twirl,
I memorize nature, all the colors and scenes;
no drugs or any operations can cure this girl.
I keep within my soul all the different greens,
and all the shades of the sky and all the flowers;
for when I am blind, there will still be dreams.
While I can- I write poems into the small hours,
and when darkness comes, will you read to me?
Read my poems of forests, skies and wildflowers.
While I can- I write poems into the small hours,
I never talk about the fact that I am going blind.
And when darkness is mine, will you read to me?
Really it is best to just put it out of my mind.
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September 23, 2016
Poetry/Terzanelle/A Difficult Topic
Copyright Protected, ID 16-833-016-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, A Difficult Topic For You
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
First Place
The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
I hold an opinion that if I attack it and pop it with a savvy brain; I can stab at this Pandora’s
Box. I plan on popping it with tools, twigs and/or a pick. If that will not work, I will “knock on
wood” or grasp any fancy plan I find hanging in thin air. This vision of a box with a
gold lining will anchor my romantic and pastoral notations as I go along catching at straws by
writing day to day.
*REVISED-for Nikko Palmario’s word task.
By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016
Making quilts is difficult, you might think you’re clever too
but there’s all the thought and preparation, that you have to do,
choose the colours and choose the thread, will that one go with this
patterns which you think they’d like, and scenes all filled with bliss
Then add them all, and study it, till you think it looks just right
you cut and stitch and ponder, well into the night
paper pieces, bits of cloth, and sewing things together
flowers here, and there a bird, and stitch, light as a feather
As well as Quilt’s, there’s Cushions, and runners for the table too
wall hangings, cross stitch samplers, to mention just a few
to cut and stitch and applique, the pattern she will choose
to make exactly what she sees, her talent she will use
But more than colour, more than thread, there’s part of you in there
with every stitch and every thought, filled with love and care
for quilts are made for family, and friends that you hold dear
so they can keep, and cherish them, year after year after year
Feel the dust settle,
on a difficult journey;
I'll finally rest.
'Mommy who killed the Easter Bunny?'
'Oh my! Nobody honey.
You see Saint Nick and the Tooth Fairy,
they had something for him to carry;
With his energy from sugary sweets,
He has some very quick feet;
But he did not realize
How quick the time does fly;
With all that helping
He did not realize his day was coming;
So you see he's not dead,
He is running late instead.'
'Oh Mommy that's ok.
He can bring my candy today!'
'Great.' Mom says to herself
'There goes my mental health.'
3/3/13
Still alone here
you still alone there,
pleasure I found in you
my peace, lost without you
the pains from a distance
snoozing amongst the guilt
the things you do _ for instance
casting down the castle _ we
built.
you can’t live without care
can’t be without hurt
but at least a heart to bear
and a life of trust.
Life can bring many difficult situations!
Often, there’s really no explanation!
No matter how smart or how wise,
Things can take us totally by surprise!
We can often find our life off course.
Many times, being driven by a “dark force.”
I know that it’s hard to know what to do.
Especially with what you
may be going through!
I can’t think of all the right words to say…
To help you make it through another day!
But there’s someone, I can ask you to turn to!
He loves and is most concerned about you!
His name is Jesus! The almighty God is he!
He’s committed to you now! And for eternity!
He’s the one that you can trust and lean on!
And is someone that you can
certainly depend on!
Won’t you give him an opportunity to help you?
He reaches out his hand! Because he loves you!
He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure!
He can completely fill you!
Beyond measure!
The decision is yours! A choice to be made!
There’s nothing for Jesus what’s worth the “trade!”
He’s everything that any of us can ever think of!
And can do more for you! Than you ever dreamed of!
He’s the alpha and omega! The beginning and the end!
Won’t you allow him to be your
savior and friend???
By Jim Pemberton
Simplicity in a solution,
the answer to everyones prayers.
Mind clouded noise pollution,
our garbage dump of human despair.
Difficulty with all of lifes indifference,
an emergency broadcasted test.
Visualizing pathological belligerence,
intoxicated on this sober quest.
Degree of difficulty a premonition,
80 grit sandpaper likes it rough.
The ignorance in all the indecision,
the Idiot says enough is enough!!!
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02/11/16
Why is separation apart from my match?
For what we have been so far from beloved.
Come near me now,you should be embrace me,
Not meeting me far away,bigger than you.
Do not think that whatever you can now tell me,
Do you want me now?
Is trust, then punishment, do not give it now,
Consider it love, now you importunity.
The pitch fork in the road lead me too my destination.
Opened up my journey of detour with many difficult other destinations
Became new beginnings of my life full of advantages and disadvantages My beautiful destination, became a dream.
A dream that no bully can take away from me.
We are loving in difficult times
Better ape them
For though apes go to war, they go on –
They don’t die to kill, for unknown love
Yet we hunt our kin to kill for unknown love
How cold we can get
To leave them the cold
For love unknown?
We are loving in difficult times
Turn one page at the Hospice
You chop my head, I chop yours
That is how we bid each other
We kill, we are killed
We mourn ourselves
Bury ourselves
For Love unknown
Love of what, Now?
Of tribe, of Pet, of Soil, of seat, of what love
The Love of seat; My table!
We are loving in difficult times!
Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown
You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships
Together for eternity
We'll spend time in the future
Together in unity
*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!
Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!
Feel free to walk the
Road of Recovery
Why can we not see,
what is best for ourselves?
And sometimes when we do,
we still fight it like hell.
Is it madness, is it proof,
that man is so fallible?
Is it an effect from the existence,
of this world that we know?
Sometimes we see truth,
and we struggle to keep hold.
Sometimes we do the same with lies,
and still on we go.
Then the clock keeps on counting,
as it ticks along slow.
Stealing time we will never,
once again get to know.
I understand, at least I think,
but it doesn’t seem fair.
Because so many do not,
and it seems no one cares.
Live along as you will,
but know it is sin to waste this life.
I can see through the fog of distraction,
so it may, one day, still be mine.