Best Eager Poems
eager goldfinch
gather at my birdfeeder
~ a family feast
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
POTD September 1, 2025
Categories:
eager, bird, family, food,
Form:
Haiku
Icy blue were his eyes;
Fingertips gentle and silken.
Soft, soft were his sighs.
We played the game like children.
Strong were his arms, shoulders wide.
He drew my trembling to him.
Eager lips were my guide
And we played the game like children.
I pulled away, a little aside,
Seeking my flavors to tell him.
With a silent touch to my lips, he denied;
We're playing the game like children.
I'll be the seeker, you be the hide.
We laugh with the bridge that falls down.
You be the farmer, I'll be your bride,
Who'll be the juggling clown?
He sang to himself in the garden outside.
His voice was a truly a treasure!
And once again, me doest he chide:
Ne'er g'ie name to your pleasure!
Icy blue are his eyes;
Fingertips golden and silken.
Over the years we together conspire
To play the game like children.
Categories:
eager, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Julius Caesar Act 1, Scene 3
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( From that to this, youth, poetry and into aged mind )
In Youth, Beauty That Sets Eager Hearts To Flutter
Sea waved at scantily-clad sunning girls
breeze gifted cooler winds in soothing swirls.
Sand, bikini, colors the beach adorn
great was blessed views on that July morn.
Laughter, joy and loud play, call for the day.
Clear blue sky defeats world's sad morbid grey.
Picnic and fun- as early summer treats
innocent youth, deeper mysteries greets.
Beauty that sets eager hearts to flutter
as silent prayers, hopeful teen boys mutter.
Laughter, joy and loud play, call for the day.
Clear blue sky defeats world's sad morbid grey.
As racing sun, bright radiance gifted
thoughts of Love, romance many hearts lifted.
Cool waters waving, and hearts swift beating
Cupid shot arrows, Desires were heating.
Laughter, joy and loud play, call for the day.
Clear blue sky defeats world's sad morbid grey.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-02-2020
Rhyme (Time And Its Magnificently Long Flowing Arc)
Note:
"Quod Perpetuus in suo circulo, praesentes vero illud omnino sacra et sacrificia
bona spe esse donari invenire poterit et beneficiis. "
Categories:
eager, art, beauty, care, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Eager to give my heart, stirred by light, autumn’s soul,
the beauty in each star, reflecting life.
Categories:
eager, appreciation, inspiration,
Form:
Monoku
Eagerness
So strong
As strong as steel
For you
Categories:
eager, longing, love,
Form:
Cinquain
Red apples sway in
the breeze, beavers underneath wait
for abandoned treats
9/3/11
Categories:
eager, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Now before we get started let me tell you this.
Twenty five years I've been out of school.
Not one single day of it do I miss.
My writing is mine & there are no rules.
My words are delivered with a lot of passion.
Every verse is straight from the heart.
I put it all together in my own fashion.
I've never considered myself to be very smart.
To get it out of my head and onto the paper,
brings me relief to say the least.
To keep it all in would be much safer,
but I'm searching hard for that inner peace.
Some of these poems may give you tears,
but some of them will make you smile.
Some are based on my biggest fears.
Some from when I was just a child.
I tend to get down to the nitty gritty.
Not really worried about what others say.
Don't want anything in return, especially pity.
Maybe someday I will actually get paid.
I'm not getting any younger, that's for sure.
One neck surgery, that's enough.
For getting older, there is no cure.
I'm finally admitting that I'm not so tough.
So a writing career is my dream.
Boy I should have paid attention in school.
I've always been a late bloomer it seems.
I have no clue about grammar rules.
In school literature was a breeze.
The semester of grammar was another story.
I read and wrote with joy and ease.
but my punctuation was downright gory.
Editors should all be millionaires.
They are special, there is no doubt.
They take your work and magically repair,
the mess you make of what you write about.
So here I go on my writing spree.
Something that i've always loved to do.
It has pretty much replaced TV,
listening to music and sleeping too.
I hope you enjoy all that I have to say.
Even though some seems a little bit dark.
Maybe I can get published someday.
Hopefully I have that special spark.
Categories:
eager, dedication, desire, growth, how
Form:
Rhyme
I must now learn how to laugh!
Does it start with a smile?
Maybe not even,
A tilting of the head
Or a gentle sighing nod
How does it feel to know happiness?
Only misery lives here
My address is well known
at DEATH's Valleys Inn...
Check in for the night
and depression is guaranteed
While I cannot teach you the ways of joy
Would I need to though?
I have experience in the many
and ever so varying
arts of sadness.
Come learn from me,
Feed me your grief!
A stir and a bow,
A framing of a frown.
Glooming in despair
ghostly nightmares
The dread and despair
that filters the air
is the feeling I'll
impart to you,
My desperate
and very
lonely
friend.
The breeze you know
and have come
to cherish is the
stillness of disgust.
The peace you have had
to deny, to disguise your
Demons
There is much joy in my
shared misery and so I hoard
it for myself.
this whineful disposition
in my soul;
brewing
bitterness
to
its
maturation.
2017/11/15
Pick Your Topic Contest: Depression and Sadness!!
Sizwe Hlabisa
Categories:
eager, character, deep, depression, sad,
Form:
Free verse
eager for fresh air
sandman’s stardust fades
nightmares flee through open panes –
breeze ushers in sun
squinting, I wake up
memories of terror gone –
bright, glorious day
wrens on window ledge
nature’s plentitude finds me –
eager for fresh air
*It’s the escape from nightmares and the joy found in nature that make me dash out of bed.
Entry for Ed Ebbs’ “What Makes You Wake Up Each and Every Day” contest.
October 24, 2011
Categories:
eager, happiness, nature, me,
Form:
Haiku
When eager eyes meet
Words are not necessary
To say what they feel.
February 17, 2018
Categories:
eager, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Senryu
There are some things in life
That you never forget
Buried deep down in your soul
Your very first kiss
Your first two wheel bike
The very first cookie you stole
Nothing quite compares
To a lifetime of memories
A treasure trove to cherish forever
Your sixty-five Corvette
With a 350 engine
Feelings never equaled ever
Nostalgic these memories
When the world was brand new
Your life was just waiting to be lived
Experiencing new things
Exciting new adventures
You've got so much giving to give
May think my time's come
To throw in the towel
Plan to still be around for a while
Got stuff to explore
Lotsa places to see
Still wide-eyed and eager like a child
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
eager, memory,
Form:
Quatrain
Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist
eager bard imbued
opal dream flotilla
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce
taunt a hued vase
porcelain image fest
for staunch earthbound
soul’s cry parched
stricken migrant famish
sapphire plume ray
bounty veridical
pink chalk sketch
granule blush pots
pearl beam spur
to jumpy pilgrim
grey elephant garb
drifter’s lull prone
metre of skewed
and barren glib
dull tossed aside
rambles and brambles
from cerebral quartz
beige quirky quill
nose twitch petrichor
glacé smelt rain
lava veined fillip
fervent fetal floe
ignited indigo inkling
as noonday nuanced
glance en dash
away from orange
peel cloud skies
toward spring rush
urban junction fare
as founding cue
for zeitgeist driven
western world eden
brick red hydrants
fricative wet spray
dousing hoarse busker
charged by crazy
pavement stamp
stoic poet in situ
tumult, hubbub,
rumpus heightened
by brazen banter
silver coin wobble
on carrageen rim
of oyster pebbled
pool a mecca
for stanza stymied
lingerer who scouts
eclectic threshold
born of cumbersome
blight on ingenuity
Categories:
eager, beautiful, beauty, character, city,
Form:
Free verse
Yesterday, the Undines had a boring day;
their last, they insist.
The things happening to the world,
are terrifying, to say the least;
when water sprites
become bored
with their aquatic home.
It seems their present preference,
is all too different,
they’d rather fly than float.
Titania, queen of the water faeries,
was most despondent when their revelation,
descended upon her elemental ears.
“Such madness,” cried she,
“It’s the last straw when the Undines are,
too eager, to ride fireflies!”
Categories:
eager, fairy, fantasy, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Brittle and broken, the eucalyptus snaps loudest.
Pulverized by constant wear
of boots on dusty trails.
Debris of lifeless memories
detached from vital source,
scattered broken on apathetic earth,
pummeled by the passerby.
A lifetime of transforming sunlight obliterated
in the spiraling downward dance of fall,
to publicly mourn its own demise
at the foot of the future,
blooming green and leafy in the sun.
Life starts and bursts so young and eager.
And so the workhouse of servitude begins its tasks.
Fully ripened and heavy in the heat of maturity
then snapping, sailing in the autumnal chill.
Yet in death, oh my, the scent returns,
a citrusy, mint, rosemary-like eulogy.
Eucalyptus snaps the loudest in refrain
to a singular journey at its end.
Categories:
eager, death, eulogy, farewell, life,
Form:
Free verse
E-ager beaver brings energy,
M-aking everything glow;
E-ach action is enthusiastic,
M-oving on far from sorrow.
M-any people are pleased,
O-n the fourteenth of July;
N-ice work she has done,
S-he truly soars up high.
A-n extreme zealousness
L-ingers not in the performer;
E-ither vigor or fervor fills the life of the eager beaver.
Categories:
eager, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic