Best Eath Poems
Ravaged and forgotten, I await my fate in this junkyard,
Under the fierce sun and pouring rain and snow . . . but,
Still within this rusted frame beats a soul and memories, and
There was a time when I was truly loved-
Every person admired my style and curves and my brilliance,
Death, oh d e a t h and old age is a terrible thing.
Memories are all I have as weeds and vines devour,
Even now, I can still feel the soft cloth that caressed,
Making sure my paint shined like glass . . . and,
On long rolling highways and hills, I glided a thing of beauty-
Roaring along without a care in the world (I was young)
Inside my interior was impeccable and my leather so soft
Eternity was mine- I was going to exist forever, but
Silently, the rust began and soon ruined and scarred my beauty.
Days passed and then one day, I was towed to this lonely place,
Eternity seems like not such a good idea now . . .
Chirping from within me where a little song bird has made a nest,
And windflowers and yellow dandelions keep me company.
Years have passed and more and more cars lay ravaged,
Inside my soul memories stir of happy times-
Now my windows have grown blank as dead eyes, and all the
Gnarled and twisted, rusting cars (once loved) wait . . . d e c a y i n g.
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June 12, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Personification/Rusted Memories Decaying
Copyright Protected, ID 16-799-868-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Rusted and Busted
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Second Place
What trouble’s brewed in the sea. The bold lettering spells it out.
- says the poet
MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
B eached on this death trap island, and bereft
o f bread and lodging. Have you found my
t ow? Desperately need you to return it!
T errible storm tossed me overboard. Waves high.
L ying! It was my first mate! He’s had a laugh at my
e xpense. He won’t forgive me for drinking his rum…
Steel
Hilted
Arced or straight
Razor edge with
Point
~
Sharp
Weapon
Of conflict
Reflects sunlight
Death
Written on 20th March 2019-03-20
For light up the page 3 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
"God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..." Unkown
Pets are Angels in disguise
Endearing was my canine companion
There was no other pet in my life dearer than my dog
Seated close, sometimes he would curl up at my side.
Amiably he would lay his head in my lap and sleep,
Ready to wake up at the slightest sound,
Ever alert guarding our home from rodents and rowdies.
A wild roamer was my cute tawny dachshund.
Never was he in chains to be hauled like cattle.
Gave us company as we took our evening rounds.
Endearingly he would rub his body on our knees,
Licking our feet and arms in deep affection.
So full of mischief, playfully he capered and hopped.
I have never felt a love so deep to any other as to him.
Nor had a bereavement more intense than the one at his departure.
Death claimed him before we could anticipate.
Inseparable was he from our home and our children.
Speechless I stand when memories churn within
Grew up as a member of the family and an abiding companion.
Unable to break the bond, he clings to our hearts.
In haunting thoughts of him, we still get choked.
Sacred memories of him are forever enshrined within.
Eternal bliss and sweet rest be granted unto him!
We work ourselves to exhaustion
and drive eath other to our limits.
We aim for that elusive destination
that never seems to get much closer.
We strive for the better life of our dreams.
The more we have the more we want
when really we need so little to be happy.
Joy doesn't have to be a target.
It's as simple as our daily habits.
It's being in the moment
Appreciating a warm smile
Extending a caring word
Making a moment's pause
Taking a detour for fresh air
Sitting in the garden...
Joy is gathering these precious moments,
appreciating the present and feeling gratitude.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Death is an indissoluble shadow that follows us all.
Earthly life being transient and fleeting as a bubble,
A heavenly abode of sheer bliss waits at our final call,
Terminating life from every worldly care and trouble.
Happy we should be for a life eternal when our joys double!
T his great soul by the name of Steve Irwin
H as left this world doing what he loved most . . .
E nlightening us with the creatures of our earth. A
C onservationist on the brightest journey to
R eplenish the earth with endangered species
O h how you will be missed by all of us!
C rocodiles you valiantly fought for
O ffering them your compassion and love.
D eath came in your prime of life yet
I t is of great comfort knowing your are
L oved by millions throughout the world. Your
E nthusiasm for your work became contagious.
H unter was your title, a warrior for animal rights,
U nderstanding the urgency to end global warming. A
N aturalist unwavering. You shined brightly as a
T ender loving husband and father on an
E nvironmental quest. . . You will be lovingly
R emembered as a fine teacher and a great man!
Entry for Jared Pickett's Acrostic 2 contest
S ap that flows through
E very fibre of all the branches
I n the multitude of trees with
Z eal and vigor
E asily will...
T ime that slowly
H overs over life
E ventually will...
D eath that lurks just
A round the corner.
Y ou know will...
C url up with a huge book
A ssist a needy cause
R ide a motorcycle on your T.V.
P lay an acoustic guitar
E xercise on a rocking horse
D ig for treasure in your attic
I nject a smile on the planet
E ntertain a child or a bunch, just
M ake sure you Seize the day (Carpe diem)
21~10~2014
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Contest Name: Seize the day
(Carpe diem) Poetry Contest
June blooms its flower, plush passion pink petals supple and velvety
Unyeilding scent sensation’s drift diliriously midst my garden party
Neath a saffron sun, zephyr’s waft, pollen dusts a regal rose bush
Everywhere little ones adorn cotton twirl dresses that gently whoosh
R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours
R oad rage roars, racers recline, rear-wheels wheelie
I mprobable instances intoxicate incalculable intensity
Probably, they'd get there alive!?
S irens sound
E mptiness emanates extravehicular extemes
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
D eath, death, dangles
I nsanities inane inference
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
G one.
Contest:GROOVE IT ! Free Poetry Contest Details
Style: Heavy Metal
Date:10/9/13 revised
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
H is breath was growing shallow, as the
E vening sun dipped behind the clouds
A ugmenting the shadows cast around the
R oom where she kept her solitary vigil
M inute by minute, death’s spectre crept
E ver forward, ready to stake his claim
O ffended by death’s effrontery, she
L owered her head in prayer,
O nly a miracle could save him now;
R esolutely she prayed, but to no avail
D eath moved too fast, and stole her love away.
For the 'What's my Theme' competition - Theme 'A Prayer'
PARADISE LOST
P oisonous minds roamed in Valley of joy,
A nd their mission was to kill and destroy.
R uthless bullets pierced the innocent hearts,
A ngry devils tried to tear the Valley apart.
D eath danced every street, none could flee,
I struggled to breathe, as fear consumed me.
S ilently, world-watched attack on humanity,
E ven weather was merciless in Jan of 1990.
L eft my land to survive in unknown place,
O nly hope I carried, to march in life’s race.
S o many years gone, Valley still screams,
T oday Kashmir is safe only in my dreams.
Jan 17, 2017.
MESSAGE IN AN ACROSTIC - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Kashmir, God's own land on earth, is the motherland of Kashmiri Pandits. The year 1990, saw a mass exodus of Kashmiri Pandits from their own soil due to threat to their life and, brutal and barbaric killings by the separatists.
More than 400,000 Kashmiri Pandits were forced to abandon their homeland.
Even today after so many years of mass exodus, their ordeal continues....
Venom secreting minds on a constant attack on each other
Endless malice with revenge taking turns over and over again
No tolerance for peace as violence rules all intent
Death toll, a significant signature to this feud
Enveloping affecting regions with dark clouds of so much hatred
Triggers so little, producing a stadium of blood bath
Throwing love to the gutter to build selfishness, ego and greed
At the end, humanity stands the greatest loser.
My friends Rosie, Hammond and me
Had insomnia and were in the kitchen one Sunday
Discussing The Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention
We wined and dined and had a good old time,
Hammond in his Spandex boxer shorts and
me feeding Tid- Bits of Listerine soaked tissue
to my crazy, vacuum salesman biting Bichon Friese,
"Are we going to go to that gig?" we all asked eath other
After all, the convention was held on a UFO.
"Ahh, heck, maybe we should go," we deliberated
"Otherwise we may be in Dire Straits and infiltrated!"
So hence we went- to the Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention
Speaker talked about lunar craters and wormholes.
Me, I was drifting off to sleep, as Rosie
held her hands to her ears as if in pain-
Hammond asked,"What is there to gain? Let's go
and blow this idiot convention."
There was nothing to gain except a fun way to go
Riding around in a UFO.
A. Green
D on't do it
E ven the Gods will cry
A rt is only illusion
D espite your pain
L oneliness is human
Y ears melt to one
N o need to sip that cup
I nternal storms
G row into calmer seas
H earts that bleed
T ake time to heal
S hadows forever lurking
H oping to conquer
A nnihilation the only cure
D eath the final solution
E radicate their cruelty in the cool breeze of the dawning sun