Best Donates Poems
In a moment of magic I once gave her a juicy innocent peach
Not yet knowing that she harboured a sweet nascent dream
In which as a youngster she knew that she would marry the one
Who handed such a fleshy gift to the gypsy Queen of Fairy Land
Bestowed upon her by night’s prophesy she carried the vision of
Requited love and blissful peace brought by subconscious longing
And spiritual clarity of a Higher Power submerged in compassion
A passionate fruit with soft skin and one huge seed of togetherness
We eloped together into a new dawn
The doomsayers had a field day as they harvested bitter doubts
‘It will only last a couple of months and the peach will turn rotten’
‘You cannot feed on clairvoyant oracles and meek pagan beliefs’
‘They are deluded insane and caught up in misguided romance’
They called her a witch a seductress and labelled me irresponsible
With so much at stake painted pictures of broomsticks and failure
While we had found the jewel in a haystack without even searching
And set fire to the past as we danced naked around a fire of passion
We knew the truth of intuitive feeling
One can never be sure what lies at the end of paths never taken
Whether road blocks and diversions belittle emotions and faith
But they who ignore heavenly signs forfeit adventure and truth
Stay stuck in spent time and hail its dubious comfort at their peril
We travelled and found a small hut on the beach out of sight
Collected starfish and driftwood and caressed wounded souls
Carved wedding bands out of sea shells and called upon dolphins
To witness our marriage surfing along happily ever since then
A cormorant applauded the feast
Under a star studded canopy on the miraculous shore of belonging
We never strayed from what intuition and feelings offered for free
Meandered on the shoreline and set our sails into a magical ocean
Tasted the salt of a mindful earth and soothed our recovering minds
Never questioned the wisdom of our union shared by hungry souls
Treasure pleasure and joy weathered powerful storms and all tides
The cosmos donates all we ever need once we are willing to navigate
Waves and effervescence sparkling desire and in our case a peach
Leading the universal way
13th May 2020
Categories:
donates, beach,
Form:
Free verse
What makes a man a Daddy, let’s give that some thought.
Is it the seed that he donates or maybe some diapers that he bought?
Could it be a video game given, or the latest shiny phone?
Was it when he divorced your mother and left you all alone?
I can’t imagine that a real Daddy could ever abandon his kids.
Isn’t that something that being a good Christian forbids?
Imagine that your children wanted to serve to keep you free.
Would a Daddy kick them out? Think of that family tree.
I believe a Daddy would be there invariably through thick or thin.
No matter what a book might tell him, he would never abandon his kin.
I would give my life for my kids; I would even forfeit my soul.
They will get all that I have, down to my last spoon and bowl.
My children are mine forever, that’s a promise set in stone.
They will forever be welcome, in my unconditional home.
As a Daddy, I’ll show them support, even when I think they’re wrong.
I will never make them feel, like they’re alone, and don’t belong.
Categories:
donates, dad,
Form:
Rhyme
Violence in the political party
A pebble thrown to defend oneself from a barrage of 100- stones
The bully then complains of abuse—might never makes right
will we unite?—I Am Anaya “All for one and one for all”
Bullied everyday was he, his peer would tell the news agent
He was different, a loner, weird, wore camouflage
And so, we tormented him
A lunch bench, a boy sequestered was “bullied every day”
Silent, defeated, sunken, he rarely spoke a word
Clean slate, passes a routine background check
A dietary aid prepping food in a nursing home
Nothing unusual nothing remarkable
Republican at heart for God knows what gave way, donates
to the loyal opposition a progressive bent
A bit addled and mixed up, can we see?
Unleashing his wrath a man filled with hurt with hate
In his own backyard, the tormented dons the guise of the tormentor
The assailed becomes the assailant
The unthinkable is done, perched upon a roof
four-hundred feet away just minutes into the oration
he aims then pulls the trigger
obscure and distressed Crooks alters history’s course
with a firearm at the ready as a duty and right
Father Crooks kept many, in a very pro-gun town
At the hands of a 20-year-old man who was
bullied by their own sons and daughters
Counselors, both father and mother
trained to help troubled minds, how ironic
Where were they as their son’s inner storm brewed?
A blind eye turned away what shame, what horror
Yet the world’s most salient story
Categories:
donates, abuse, anti bullying, character,
Form:
Political Verse
The Masked Singer is an entertainer on stage in masquerade
A baker by day; a singer by night with accolade
The Masked Singer dresses as a male and sometimes female
He is a ***** but with many personalities of a strong male
The masked one bakes bread in the morning
Before dawn donates bread in an orphanage
That's what he does in bright days of living
Sings and dance in the evening passage
The masked male renders songs of praise
To God and to all of humane haste
Once he was awarded in the Hall of Craze
Disguising as a singing pauper on streets of blaze
It's a short-lived life narrated about the masked singer
Who died shortly after a sponsored-play with a ringer
A runaway train in the dark that ran over
His untenable body wringed and flattened headless
Yards away from the rail... a rolling head of the masked singer
"I dedicate this simple poem to a friend representing all other hardworking LGBTQs of the World who offer more than enough of themselves in saving other people's lives."
(Prosebite)
Categories:
donates, giving, image, inspirational, uplifting,
Form:
Narrative
his human name was Albert Francis Simmons
he was born in Detroit
his mom was a devil worshipper ... his dad was in sales
Albert was intelligent
he became a decorated Marine Officer
and joins the Secret Service
later, part of Central Intelligence Agency
the NSA, NSG and a skilled assassin
Albert was married to Wanda Blake for many years
very happy but with no children ... just a dog
and they accepted that
however, their destiny would take a dark turn
on a secret mission Albert is murdered
he is set on fire and is burnt to death
and is sent to Hell
where he makes a deal with the Devil
he agrees to become the creature Hell Spawn
and returns to earth after five years
he wanders confused and haunted by flashbacks
his body covered in scars
he finds out that Wanda has remarried
his friend Terry, he visits their home in disguise
and becomes their protector
only because of Wanda ... who later gives birth to twins
Spawn becomes a cruel, sadistic anti-hero
and has battles with Heaven, Hell, and Earth
his suit is made of Necroplasm from the fires of Hell
and his massive flowing red cape ... his protective wings
his huge right and left legs are heavily armored
a mask covers his burnt deformed face
he is a dark force with superhuman strength
immortal, skilled fighter, demonic, healer, mind controller
Spawn helps Terry when he is trouble with the CIA
he finds their daughter Cyan when she goes missing
he donates money anonymously to the hospital
where Wanda is creating a children's wing
he has battles on Earth, Heaven and Hell
those battles far to numerous to be retold here or
to list in this poem but they are many, many
oh, beware for Hell Spawn dwells here on earth
when God informs Spawn that Wanda is dead
and in Hell ... he goes back to Hell to save her
and her unborn child who are being held by Satan
their only chance is if he trades his protective suit
does he ?
his earthly grave is empty .. his wife terrified of him
for he is truly a dark spawn of the Devil
but, somewhere in his fragmented memories is love
for his wife Wanda
_________________
March 28, 2023
Written for the contest, Spawn
sponsor, Robert James Liguori
Categories:
donates, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
The night was too tide
When I sticked with my last
So embraced with the maid
In the middle of the light
She is certain superb of the maids
The best choice ever did
That moons can't get z's
Holding the tilt in the land
Winds come to never tire her up
Love is meant to inspire her
Unaltered blinks at me so pop
A smile that creates proper
Wounds in thousands won't hurt
while the cure is set in her arms
Working inside the edges of a heart
So strengthened, trials finalize
The worlds know we're an ensemble
Retreating the light of the couples
All the seasons saw us enable
Fostered cares blowing in bubbles
Skies above and mods on the earth
Love betwixt like a pestle to hoe
Fly to dream the truth dead to know
Where it stands and can't bow
By it's ken that both understand
With it's mood that all will await
Leggers nod with an entire trend
But all led in the same cult
All is said and many will end
Time is a lead to all the hats
Idle slaves will bet a bend
Love itself will host feasts
Who was I love don't
Love owns not to lease
Frees a tongue to heart a hurt
Fights a light to tame the right
Sends beams to all the senses
Wars freeze and won't retake
All is won until it ceases
Before it reigns over the lake
It fears not the highs and lows
A rank dates a rame
By its sake a lion miaws
The world be owned in zero time
A night marries a day
The right tremtion killer
Angels a demon in a calm way
Awakens minds as a sigh healer
It wows when it settles
A king becomes the best cook
A wanderer donates the cattles
A vow vedges the vex
Love kills to love
You enter the gates abnormal
Throw the beliefs have
Gives power to rely on the real
Its not who you love and knows you
Its not where you are when she is there too
Its not who you are and what you do
Its who you love and who loves you.
You got shot digest fast
Behave as if life is only that
Dies when the shooter is absent
Down and up the heart is won.
Categories:
donates, absence, addiction, betrayal, cute
Form:
Alexandrine
Embrace sweet kisses under mistletoe,
soon Santa will be riding on his sleigh.
Outside the children making men of snow,
the fondest friendship matters most this day.
This is the day when all shall laugh and love.
Forgiveness guaranteed, so let’s await
for Jesus to be sent from up above.
The angels coming shall destroy distrait.
If you believe in hope you shall be free
from all that brings misfortunate disdain.
So take my hand and come and follow me,
arrive with joy and kindness shall remain.
Let’s comfort people needing drink and food-
so Christmas donates peaceful gratitude.
I have always struggled with IP, but I tried my best.
Gift for a lady: Size 10 ring
Favorite color: Purple (amethyst)
October 22, 2018
Categories:
donates, christmas,
Form:
Sonnet
A Special Thank You To Irma Linda, aka Poet Destroyer or PD,
for her odd numbered donation to Samara's Medical Fund recently.
PD, my lovely, Are You Freaking Kidding Me?
You donated that odd number just to drive me crazy
with my odd number OCD thingy.
I'll just round off the total with my $5.00 donation made daily,
and I'll do the same with anyone and everyone who donates oddly,
but you already knew that, didn't you PD?
Geez, this crazy woman just loves to screw with me.
Seriously, once again, Thank You Sweetie.
Categories:
donates, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
Temple – not an abode of God
Idol – only a piece made by man
To see his reflection in ruse of worship
The Powerful can see power
The Rich can see riches
Poor see poverty
The more one donates, the more he gets
The more one pleads and cries, Grief is all he gets
Rich can sit in front of the Lord
Others will queue in
The rest will scramble for the leftovers
Rich need the temples
To keep the poor content with poverty
Ain’t we a poor country of rich people?
Or are we a rich country of poor people!
Questions lay unanswered, Treasures lie hidden
The Hungry stay naked in open.
Some fast for glory, many die of hunger
This is the order of the day, dear folks
The powerful are the Brahmins
The rich are the Vaishyas
The middle class are the Kshatriyas
To defend or aspire for power or riches
The rest are the Shudras
based on the Varna system in India and the new order
... Suresh M Iyer
Categories:
donates, angst, religion
Form:
Free verse
Enter apartment, ready to paint
Open the door and empty it ain't
Apartment not empty or unoccupied
Furniture everywhere someone has lied
Previous day, nineteen ninety five
Parked rented truck ready to drive
One single woman packing in haste
Filled to the top no room to waste
Unable to paint let one week pass
Return to the job no sign of the lass
Full of furniture time has stood still
Come back next week right now just chill
This is week two job is in doubt
Landlord orders furniture out
Donates items to new family in wait
Family from Haiti in need of the freight
Now it's all empty jobs good to go
Where is the lass no one does know
Prepare for the plaster and ready to paint
Soft knock on a door interruption was faint
Open the door elder man does request
All of the furniture now he is stressed
Landlord explains this tenant has fled
Weeks have passed no word was said
Father of daughter explains in strife
Daughter no longer has taken her life
Behind was left a husband, two sons
Heavy the burden weight in the tons
While loading the van can anyone know?
That she was thinking which way to go
Confusing the conflict inside her mind
All of them mingled and intertwined
Continue to paint apartment fourteen
Woman who left this worldly scene
Pondering heavy could words have been said
If they were? would be here instead?
Who's to know the outcome for sure
Only one fact she could not endure
Thoughts of her family are on my mind
Find the time show goodwill be kind
Categories:
donates, depression, emotions, surreal, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
In this materialistic era
Poeple are praised who donates
Some donating plot & land
Some donating throat and hand
Some donating eyes profound
Some donating money in huge amount
My inspired Heart
Pound social sound
& I decided to donate
my facebook account
To Young Hungry one
Who is dreaming
To have a FB account
Impressive profile
& striking pictures
With all pals
& family members
Funny comments on others photos
Tagging friends in nonsense posts
It will save their time & give lesson
Who are about crazy
Finally I have taken decision
To donate my Account of FB
Categories:
donates, addiction, change, for teens,
Form:
Free verse
retired beautician
arms, elbow deep in shampoo
volunteers daily at the local elder care
residents line up
three doorways deep
down the hall
waiting their turn
at free furbish
she donates time and energy
knowing that she may be
the only outsider
they've seen or heard all week
she chooses her words with caution
none flow slipshod off her tongue
she goes home, strangely satisfied
May 3, 2023
Refining Consciousness
Unseeking Seeker
a refining of the attribute of poor self-esteem
on the part of the residents as well as the beautician
Categories:
donates, 11th grade, blessing, hair,
Form:
Free verse
If I used to own gold and dimes,
If Bill Gates donates his wealth in mine,
I will create a time machine,
where I can return the times;
The time when every thing is plain and new,
When no substitute for me and you.
A time when love is pure and true,
When the world's celebration never due.
I will travel the land where life had started,
where Adan and Eve haven't eaten the fruit of death yet.
Then I'll dance with the lions,panther and snake in the field,
I will wipe away the hunger and thirst.
I'll go back the time when Cleopatra is divine,
When Madonna and Gaga's spark subsides.
Where beauty is hemmed naturally,
And glasses aren't broken, painted perfectly.
And I will close my eyes,
take the last breath I can take.
Then I will drown myself in the dark,
to search the light shines the brightest.
Categories:
donates, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
WORD FOR TODAY: POOL
Some firms have a policy that ‘donates’ laggards to the POOL
Affected staffers are given the chance to thrive or be a FOOL
Some redeployed staff went to a new unit; became the TOOL
Others cried witch-hunting; lacked strength; soft like WOOL
Workplace rewards performers; no mercy even if you DROOL
To thrive amidst sharks; under pressure, just keep your COOL
© Wole Popoola 2016
Categories:
donates, allusion, anxiety, betrayal, career,
Form:
Epic
It never is an easy ride
And I don't mean to deride,
But your imaginative sense,
Far exceeds experience.
Of course you must learn how to fight,
Gird your pen for unmanned flight,
By never making yourself wrong,
Though your youth sullies the song.
Youth's insights are sometimes shallow,
Tend fields that should stay fallow,
But plant your grain and pray for rain,
Do not exaggerate pain.
Remaining true to you today,
Welcome muse, chips fall as may,
Though muse may always be your guide,
Color's just yours to decide.
A skeleton the muse gives you!
Living poems come to view,
With flesh, with heart poet donates,
No life served on silver plates.
For poem's sake share what is true,
Then you'll know what's next for you,
Your history's all you need know
To preserve the poem's flow.
A clever title serves your need,
(And reluctant muse can feed)
Often gets the juices flowing
When no sure path is showing.
A dream can sometimes give release
To deep feelings seeking peace,
When you're at war help you discern
Moves to make the battle turn.
Try to stay close to what you love,
Don't waste time on what's above.
Know it's just you that you're selling,
Make peace with fears you're quelling.
And no, not once forgo the chance
With living poems to dance
With humble, breathless savoir-faire,
Please escort her from her chair.
Brian Johnston
May 4, 2014
Categories:
donates, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme