Best Dormitory Poems
In the corner café across from the sea
he sits alone reading his book
Thinking of love while drinking his tea
and memories of chances he never took
Her name resonates gently
recalling moments,
of cheek touched whispers
yet hands unheld
and lips unsealed
What if?
What if he turned back time
Would she ever know,
what lies woken
in the dormitory of his mind
What keeps lingering,
in the alley of his heart
Would she be struck by cupid's arrow
tongue-tied and wanted
Would her heart melt
at the sound of his voice,
the touch of his hand
Would his feelings resonate
deep within her soul
What if?
What if then was now
Would she be the keeper,
of his heart
The object of his affection
Would she dawn into his eyes
like early sunbeams
Or disperse into the night
like the autumn mist
Would she tread her dreams
upon his footprints
Would she share the truth
which lies so still within
Or would she be restored
to a mirthless mouth
and twisted smile,
to somber moods
and bleak commands.
To griefing pain
that killed her life
Where would her chambered heart lead
What if she would confess
The last of his caress
is all she needs to breathe
taking an early walk along the shore
awaiting for the royal entrance of the new day
through His Love Divine---
I hear the whisper of the cold and gentle wind into my ears saying:
the arrival of your majestic prince of the universe has now begun
excitements I feel deep down in my heart
giving a fleeting glimpse at the side of the ocean
there lies the long ranges of mountain-tops
seems as if they hide him from me
giving me suspense on his final exquisite appearance
as the ebbs move gracefully on their way back…
carpeting his path
waves all arise welcoming him with their loveliest prelude
the cold breeze gently wafts the perfumes as peaceful as they could
a scent of the blue ocean-potpourri
filling the air up to the clouds then down to my mood
as my prince finally ascends unto the clear sky
through his radiant rays he sends me right away his glowing smiles
descending his loving touch mellowed by God’s Loving Embraces
from my face creeping down to my whole being
all I feel is his warmth: an assurance that forever He cares
a very wonderful feeling I can’t explain
I close my eyes and raise my gentle face towards his rays
trying to absorb all the blessings and graces he brings
Oh, what a great and wonderful feeling!
keeping still my chin up on high
exposing to him my rosy cheeked face as I close my eyes
then I protrude my lips
As I want to finally feel my Prince Sun’s warmest kiss
a kiss of my Darling Sunshine
a sweet kiss of love
the greatest and eternal love
from up above
Feb. 9, 2013 2.30pm
Note:
I love sunshine! My father gave me a ring when I was still young engraved with words Darling Sunshine because according to him I was born during sunrise. I lost the ring when I was staying in a dormitory as a student.
Sixth Place
Contest: Verse Poems
Judged: 3/12/2013
Sponsor: Poet Nathan A
Third Place
Contest: A Kiss of Sunshine
Judged: 3/25/2013
Sponsor: Poet Gail Angel Doyle
First Place
Contest: In Honor of my Fave Poem
Judged: 4/11/2013
Sponsor: Poet Andrea Dietrich
>We need a space filler Dragon, any ideas?
If I were a Pokemon
If I were a Pokemon.
I would not be very happy.
With all you silly blighters.
Trying to entrap me.
If I were a real pokemon.
Trap me you would not.
As I’d do the same to you.
In real life, trap me, you would not.
Nice one Dragon, very space filling indeed. lol
A short Christmas Story.
The fog was thick one Christmas day. You could not see a hand held in front of your face. Children were crying in case Santa would not be able to find their homes let alone the chimneys if the house had them. Meanwhile in Toyland all the Elves were roped together. One end of the rope was tethered to the toy factory and the other to the dormitory where they slept and had their supper before going to bed. Suddenly a bright red light penetrated the thick fog, Rudolf had appeared and all the elves knew Santa would be able to find the homes of all the little boys and girls who had been good little boys and girls and deliver their presents safely. And you know that’s just what they did and everyone had a very merry Christmas. The end.
Another Christmas tale.
The turkey was worried at Christmas
As were the ducks upon the pond.
The chickens were keeping quiet.
And the rabbits shivered, not from the cold.
Why? Well it was Christmas.
When the farmer's family needed to all be fed.
And all of the farm animals, wondered who would lose their head.
Then when Christmas day did break.
All the farm animals were indeed glad.
Why? the question is a fair one.
All the farmer's family were vegetarian.
And all the animals on the farm, were indeed blinking glad.
As that was one of the best Christmas times, all of them had ever had.
Merry Christmas again everyone lol Merry Christmas. <
Form:
Rosemary's Bed
Maylands Salvation Army, Girls' Home
I am in the entrance foyer of a large house.
The wood floor is highly polished.
There is a large stairway with a turned, wood bannister.
Dad is telling my three year old sister and me
that we must stay here because
he has to work and can't take care of us.
Mum has gone away somewhere.
THE MATRON takes our suitcases and *smiles* at us
instructs us to, "come with her".
Dad says, "he will come and visit us every Sunday".
I am taken to a dormitory and told which bed will be mine.
The bed on the other side of the fire place
belongs to Rosemary.
Our beds skirt, either side of a fireplace
that is midway along the wall, with rows
of beds on each side of it,
as well as opposite,
twenty beds in all.
At the end of the room is an alcove with a curved bay window.
There is a bed there, all by itself.
I can remember being so scared in this room.
The older girls told me, "there is a man with an elastic arm"
who lives on the roof
and, "he can reach down the chimney and grab you".
Although I didn't really believe it, a few nights later,
we were all woken by a piercing scream.
THE MATRON came down to investigate.
The girl who slept in the bay window bed, said,
" a man with a monkey's face" jumped on my bed.
THE MATRON searched everywhere inside and out -
we saw her flash light beam- out there in the darkness-
her report was, " it was nothing." -
probably one of the cats that lived in the wood pile.
I always had trouble sleeping after that
and after lights out -
although it was strictly forbidden -
I would creep across and climb
into Rosemary's bed.
Although her bed was an equal distance
from the fireplace as mine
the human warmth and contact made me feel safe
against unknown forces of the night.
I slept on the edge of nightmares until, finally
I left that place.
Suzanne Delaney
From- Rememberances of an 8 year Old.
For Frank H..... I recall.....Contest
Flying on a broomstick, taking the Knight Bus
Arriving on the platform without any fuss
Visiting Warner Brothers for a fan was a must
In the magic and the mystery we all did trust
A Wow! As we entered the magnificent Grand hall
As soon as we saw it, we knew we'd have a ball
Dumbledore's Office, Boys Dormitory
Waiting to unfold in every wonderful story
Wands a waving, spells in the air abound
Excitement growing, a blast as we look around
Special effects, spectacular impressive artwork
Spellbound mesmerised with every little quirk
Swigging pints of butter beer sitting in the cafe
A trip along the cobble streets of Diagon Alley
On to Pivet Drive, letters are a floating
We hear the steam engine puffing and gloating
And finally we leave the trip admiring J.K. Rowling
Recommending to you all, as it lovingly leaves you glowing.
"In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears." Psalm 18:6 of the King James Bible
Separation angst:
such I loathe to grip me
having experienced it since childhood
yet due to innocence
my mind could not fathom its lamentable reality…
I dreaded Mom’s departure from my presence
yes, even the thought of such left me feeling destitute
thus, whenever she would announce going somewhere
torturous separation-despair afflicted me so much
vexing my soul toward restlessness…
Then in my freshman year in College
never could I forget my heart-wrenching struggle
when Mom brought me to a dormitory
serving as a new home away from family and her care
oh, that indeed engulfed me with awful homesickness…
The greatest blow of separation-distress* hit my being
making me agonize painfully in grief
as Mom’s last breath set me apart from her person
never to be caressed by her pampering touch
and uplifted with music only she can croon...
I thank God for making me move on
with Mom’s sweet memories
enabling me overcome ache of separation
while savoring the joy of her inspiring triumph
knowing that we’ll soon be reunited forever.
April 25, 2021
2nd place, "Writing Prompt - Ache" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/26/2021.
It scuttles the ground like an octopus
Leap by leap and lick by lick like an ocean current
With a viciousness that clings coldly into our minds
The fiery angry tongues of yellow gold goblets
Flair furiously at the first gust of wind
That billows at it as if lightened by
Another gallonn of gasoline.
Black coals of burnt debris meet our eyes
As the flames continue to choke the building
Into a dusty black chalk
We gather outside anxiously
To look for those who were on that same block
They are safe! By a miracle!
It remains a grim tragedy for us all.
My throat chokes dry with disbelief
My mind wonders how it happened
Because its an arson attack
The second time the block was burning down
As if not choked enough to death by its haters
And it was in our little minds that one of us
Was a little devil who enjoyed seeing
Suffering on the faces of others
The cold morning air stiffened with mystery
As we watched half burnt tooth brushes, books
And mattresses shoved out of the smoked inferno.
Distress and heart ache written all over
All our strained faces peeping into the deathly dormitory
10/1/17
Reaching destinations
Exceeding expectations
Staying professional
Getting it done in a way that is exceptional
Far from probable
Didn't seem possible
But it happened and was phenomenal
Was stuck like barnacles
Then moved among the particles
Doing something remarkable
With or without using an arsenal
More than a poet
In case you didn't know it
Stoic
And heroic
Doing things that are stupendous
And tremendous
More than scary
Extraordinary
Giving opposition a coronary
So that they end up in the mortuary
Not no dormitory
No matter the suspense
Events continue to commence
Leaving an impact that is immense
On either side of the fence
In forests that are dense
Dread of separation anxiety
Anguish I felt with certainty
Yet due to childhood’s knowledge-obscurity
I could not fathom its reality.
Such awful feeling I experienced when my mother left me for a while
Not that she would go afar; not even a mile
During my first encounter as a learning juvenile
In a kindergarten class, of “no parents allowed inside” style.
I indeed had secured confidence in my mother’s presence
God’s love I delighted in through her care’s iridescence
So when she announced midst long silence about her would-be absence
Torturous separation-despair gripped my innocence.
The Lord be praised for His wondrous plan for my family
Since Mother refused to work abroad and stayed with us decisively…
…My days would have been miserable terribly…
…Without her --- I knew that undeniably.
Then Mother accompanied me to the University-dormitory
Which would be my home – away from relatives’ territory
Parting from Mom made me weary of homesickness-worry
But God’s grace upheld me, healing my culture shock-caused injury.
The greatest blow of separation-distress hit my heart
When Mother’s last breath set me from her apart
Were it not for God’s comfort*, I could be paralyzed by grief-dart
Making me agonize painfully … groping on how to start.
God’s mercy enabled me to move on, along her sweet memories that prevail
I’ll forget her never, and on this Mother’s Day – of her legacy I myself avail.
By faith, I’ll soon see Mom, for death’s temporal might will surely fail
We’ll be reunited; and together, we’ll praise God and His name forever hail!
*Psalm 71:21 Thou (LORD) shalt increase my greatness, and comfort me on every side.
Narrative in rhyme along dramatic monologue form.
May 8, 2018
Somehow nostalgic to me reverberating "Last song for my resting place"
10th place, "Black Country Communion" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 7/23/2023
Facing struggles of separation anxiety
such darkness midst anguish I felt with certainty
yet due to childhood’s knowledge-obscurity
I could not fathom its reality.
I dreaded being far from my mother and her presence
God’s love I delighted in through her care’s iridescence
so when she announced about her would-be absence
torturous separation-despair gripped my innocence.
Years later, Mom brought me to a campus’ dormitory
which would be my home – away from relatives’ territory
parting from Mom made me weary of homesickness-worry
but God’s grace healed my culture shock-caused injury.
The greatest blow of separation-distress* hit my heart
when Mother’s last breath set me from her apart
were it not for God’s comfort, I could be paralyzed by grief-dart
making me agonize painfully … groping on how to start.
I thank God for making me move on with Mom’s sweet memories
while savoring the joy of her inspiring victories
by faith, I know that Mom now is triumphing over miseries…
we’ll be reunited to praise the Lord forever; enjoying Bible stories.
*Psalm 120:1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
July 7, 2018
I sang of Caleb at Harvard University, 1660
I sang of Africans come to America unknowingly
I sang of women and children who came to Jesus
Singing Old Spirituals, Crossing the Red Sea
Native-Americans may have lost everything, but one -
Their love for land. Highest ratio in our wars. True patriotism!
Like King David, who wasn't allowed to build God's Temple
Yet the biggest donor, because God Great Giver's, never outdone
I sing of Cheeshahteamuck, First in Theology in 1660
Died of TB, malnutrition, dank & cold dormitory
Like them, I know the HEART OF JESUS, the Victory
He won through suffering. The Cross: "The Way" of Unity
I sing of Africa, my adopted mother, womb of more slavery
Still, all this world is slave to sin, pleasure, false security ...
Whatever GOD allows, is BEST and the best place to be
SURRENDER to NOW: like Jesus, tasting & sharing ETERNITY
The morning sunrise
penetrated the dormitory window
creating the oscillating shadow
that moved silently across
the solid wood floor.
A young boy was made to stand
upon the punishment chair,
daring to glance above the rafters
appeared sturdy and robust, while,
suspended rope indiscriminate conveying
towards one frail and frighten child,
its pragmatic noose tailored to conform
to the silken neck of the five year old.
That moment, now frozen
within an ancient memory
‘Heeded Death’
Swayed by a resonant momentum
‘The Sisters of Mercy’
Executed their message
‘While the seeds of youth
were shattered within a pristine mind!’
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Ah! death the deceiver,
"come,lie,relax and
take a deep slumber",
with sweet lies,
death deceived your father,
from piles of wrapper
to his ghostly dormitory,
on a bed with earth as coverings.
let this musical notes be carried,
by the white dove bird,
along the hallowed path he ascend,
may be they will give him strength,
to fight his way back to us.
but he looks not back,
his soul is gone to hide,
from death,
from us
and above the sky.
I am going up the pub
Because it’s become our village hub
There used to be once be three or four
But alas they are no longer more
We then lost our village shop
That was quite a shock
It was the centre of our community
Our village is now just a dormitory
For London Town or Milton Keynes
They are the current reality
They though suck life from the village
Until there is nothing left in it
No church, no school, no village council,
No shops, no neighbours, nor no locals
Houses that are far to dear, for anyone to live here
I do though love the place where I live, so please do let it exist
DAMO
In the world of viruses criminatory
Quick Heal is the best category
Which I chose as my advisory
And freely continued my story.
Viruses made my PC dilatory;
Looking into browsers defamatory,
Inserting memory cards accusatory,
Unsafe browsing was dormitory
Hacking my info was depository
And to stop this, there was no jury;
At this juncture came this Hoary.
Quick Heal is the best category;
Quick Heal removed PC’s quarry
And made my PC safest Glory;
All ill things made eliminatory.
Among all it is the best Allegory
And is really a judgement priori.