Best Eleanor Roosevelt Poems
“The future belongs to those who
believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
-- Eleanor Roosevelt
Granny Grew Up
Eleanor was not thought to be beautiful, but God
uses an ugly duckling in his plans. Severe
was her grandmother, that made her dress dowdy.
Her father, she loved him dearly, but he was a drunk.
Fulfilled dreams live in the future, and in the future again,
often fleeting, the present breaking one’s heart.
Eleanor’s mother-in-law, harsh, unyielding; her husband
would be unfaithful - what was he like at the start?
Still, this starling became a First Lady; her husband
in charge of the country, and at a time of great turmoil.
She mothered six children; and became a diplomat.
As a child, was known as “Granny,” for being serious.
But this serious woman would make her mark, not
just as a woman on a man’s arm, but so much more.
This swan would fly together and on her own, beautiful
in her own way. I lived in her shadow, read her book.
I grew up in Hyde Park, New York; saw her son once.
My classmate was held by Eleanor at a fire station.
I rubbed elbows, of sorts. Eleanor fascinated me.
She made, or rather God, made her dreams come true.
Like us, she suffered a great deal, in various ways.
Dreams are not shaped without adversity. We wish.
Did you know, she took to the air with Earhart?
Live your life breathlessly, hopefully - be beautiful!
A Woman's Self-Worth, is highest among all, for it was a woman, God created, in thy divine holy image. Friendships, relationships, and holy matrimony, was God's blueprint, for all women.
Eve, the first wife and mother to all, was herself a motherless child, of God! God could have created children for Adam, but he chose to create a woman, to nurture his children.
Mother Teresa of Calcutta, (a religious leader), the Virgin Mary, (the mother of Jesus), both witnessed miracles, through spiritual divinity; And let us not forget the women of Galilee, who bared witness to the Messiah resurrecting.
First Lady, (Lady Bird Johnson), a great teacher, a humanitarian at heart. She was known for her gracious personality and hospitality, and she also campaigned against poverty.
First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, I have to give mention, the first presidential spouse to speak at a national convention. She also advocated for civil rights of the African American people, as well as others. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, America's great mothers.
Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis, Maya Angelou, and First Lady Michelle Obama, just to name a few, had unbelievable courage, intelligence, beauty, and power too.
Young women be strong, handle your throne, A woman's self-worth is more than a thong, a short skirt, twerking in dirt. Mother Teresa, was a teacher, a missionary, a mother to all!
Don't lower yourself, stand tall.
"A Woman's Self-Worth"
Women all around the world
a tribute to you twirling
everyday work and struggles
A woman, wife, mother, chauffeur,
nurse, doctors, lawyers, engineer,
short order cook, baker, teacher,
poet, artist, librarian, soldier,
sister, mother in-law, grandmother,
great-grandmother, daughter,
friend, peacemaker, dancer,
dog-walker, ... and a child of God.
Sappho, a lyric poet,
Joan of Arc, a heroine of France
for her role during the Lancastrian phase
of the Hundred Years’ war
Helen Keller, deaf and blind, an American author,
Eleanor Roosevelt, an American political figure,
diplomat, and activist and the First Lady of the United States
Amelia Earhart, aviator,
the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean
Mother Teresa, "Saint Teresa of Calcutta," Catholic,
was an Albanian-Indian Roman Catholic nun
and missionary, place herself completely at the service of others
A woman, mixed clay that was once rough as sand, dropped, spattered, and molded one that was flawed with the disorder of humanity, forgiven by the drops of crimson.
But the most important one, Mary Mother of Jesus
Why?
As I follow the footsteps of my son
My heart breaks at every word said
against Him
Why? Why?
As my tears run down my face
I vision, tenderly cradling him in my arms
when he was young
Why? Why?
Does it have to be this way?
They only loved and worshiped Him yesterday
What has happened in just a day to make everyone hate him so?
Why? Why?
As I take every step behind him watching him suffer so
My legs want to fold underneath me of the pain in my heart for my son
For every blow he takes, for every time he falls
Why? Why?
My eyes swell and my nose runs
from the suffering that my son is enduring
and I am not allowed to get near him to comfort him in my arms
Why? Why?
Please, let his suffering end
Endure and rise again
3/21/2015
Mary, witness to suffering with love and faith in "The Passion of the Christ"
Quote: "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
By -Eleanor Roosevelt"
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I am enraged when coffee makers explode.
The dog barking at neighbor's door irritates me.
Also the vivid couple in bed with loud stomping.
I am irked by those who squawk as such beings.
Pride is typically a fine stone that will endure.
But some find it a tough rock to tumble over.
My reward came from a wealthy aunt's death.
Things rise, and then further challenges emerge.
Moving from a one-bedroom flat to a house.
The bounty of delight has fueled me to excess.
Ideal instructor, shows integrity, impact in instruction.
5/2/2022
* Deuteronomy 32:2
May my teaching drop as the rain, my speech distill as the dew, like gentle rain upon the tender grass, and like showers upon the herb.
Work Perspective Monoku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
National Teacher Day is observed on the first Tuesday of the first full week of May (May 3) and we’re more than ready to show our appreciation to those who have taught us. Everyone has had that favorite teacher that has helped inspire them. This day meant to honor them was actually made by a teacher. None other than First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt herself. Eleanor Roosevelt was more than Franklin D. Roosevelt’s wife, she has a history of civic duty and was an advocate for fellow teachers. Her love for education began at a young age when she was privately tutored and encouraged by her aunt Anna “Barnie” Roosevelt. No matter how high she rose on the social ladder, she never forgot where she came from.
History books are filled with men’s escapades
Are women’s accomplishments seen as charades?
Joan of Arc had visions of saints leading her
to save France from Britain’s tyrannical cur.
Rosa Parks refused to give up her bus seat --
defending rights, she’d not succumb to defeat
Mary Magdalene had historians confused;
she watched Christ die, though apostles refused.
Eleanor Roosevelt was the eyes and ears
of FDR; she stood behind him through the years.
Marie Curie, first female to win the Nobel Prize,
joined her husband in efforts to save human lives.
Indira Gandhi ruled India two decades --
first woman leader killed when the Sikhs did invade.
Princess Di’s royal wedding seemed filled with joy.
Her death: an accident or a royal ploy?
But it’s Mary Shelley who seems most ignored.
Men said Percy wrote “Frankenstein”; Mary they abhorred.
Mother Theresa spent years serving the poor.
Sainthood come fast, by many she was adored.
These women claim their rightful place in history;
why others were ignored seems a mystery.
Women fought successfully for the right to vote.
Countless mothers to children their lives they devote.
Eve bit the apple, but all women bear the stain
of being weak, frail -- a concept I disdain.
*Entry for the “Tell Us of Women” contest
Do you ever get thirsty?
With a cup that's half empty
I believe in the waters of endless oceans
To me peace has a special movement and motion
It has grip on you, you feel the strength, but it's your addiction
I have a thirst to write
A desire to inspire and excite
As my penned words of agony meets prosperity
So many people are lost and lonely
We write to feel like we belong
Together as one we can stand strong
I am a prayer, and I am a song
When we work together we can’t go wrong
Yet we waste our lives away hating
Instead of peaceful living
There are no days too dark, light cannot see through
This is for those of you who have dreams of peace that never came true
1 Peter 3:11 They must turn from evil and do good; they must seek peace and pursue it.
“Pit race against race, religion against religion, prejudice against prejudice. Divide and conquer! We must not let that happen here.”
? Eleanor Roosevelt
In the history of first ladies
I never envisioned the strength and power of women that carried a torch of greatness for which they stood.
From Eleanor Roosevelt to Jackie Kennedy…just to name a few… were the embodiment of beauty, knowledge, class, and pure sophistication…. the main denominators in constructing the reins and heart of sisterhood.
For
This is a pool of women who are classified as educators, administrators and negotiators who opened the doors and paved a way in setting the stage to a range of accomplishments that are now the stepping stones of the common good.
And as time went by
The torch was passed down to another woman of caliber…
A woman who
Found her mate and transformed herself into a mother
Our first lady; the epitome of a leader and scholar;
A true Victorian of woman’s empowerment;
The trendsetter of new beginnings …
A go getter and heavy hitter…all awhile continuing to be a woman that’s still down to earth… and yet, still found the time to implant morals and values of a woman’s worth… to the new generation and all that this brings.
Thus her wings continued to spread!
Comma, comma, comma…
For
This treasure of grace is best known as the worlds
Phenomenon and First Lady… Michelle Obama…. Our American Torch
THE END…
She hid me for months in isolation,
withholding the truth about her mistake
from a past when innocence was ruined;
yet, strong enough to keep an embryo pulsing..
as this baby born with a man’s same features
labeled her as the town’s new outcast.
Oh Mother, it’s not your fault, not your fault,
to carry me and be shamed for a noble choice.
Those who judge you for letting me grow;
have they walked your shoes; felt your doom?
I am a product of unplanned conception;
but your love cradles my eyes to trace all stars.
It is my wish that life stages be our exultant music …
here I am, a bundle of promise as we pray
that our moments flourish through angel tidings;
mocked pain you once bore turns into harps of joy
serenaded by interludes of many tomorrows!
*Dedicated to beautiful people like Aristotle,
Edgar Allan Poe, John Lennon, Eleanor Roosevelt,
and millions who survived abortion.
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Contest: Olive Eloisa’s Guts and Gain
7/24/2015
CHOICES*
From the time we are born until the time that we die
Choices are ours to make or to try.
When we were very small we had no say at all
but a choice was there for us to try to stand
or just fall.
And as we got older our choices were bolder.
We had to choose on what we should eat.
Would it be fish or just some meat?
Our choices then grew and our egos did too
as we tried to decide just what we should do
to make our lives right
and keep things in sight.
As we grew into adults we did see results
of the choices we made and the costs
that we paid.
We had to make choices of spouse or mate
And hope it was someone we grew not to hate.
Children was also a choice we did make
To have or to not was for our own sake.
All life was a choice for our jobs and our wealth
Should we smoke or not or forget about health.
Should we gain all that weight or go for a run
With exercise, good diet and then get some sun.
The choices were ours and decisions were made
Whether right or wrong our decisions were conveyed.
Fate had no part in what choices we had
It was ours to live with whether good or bad.
The choices some made were not the right way
So they no longer had say as things just went astray.
But for others it was fine and their lives were divine
The choices they made were right and done just in time.
So no matter how good or bad,
the choice that we made was all that we had.
But life just goes on and glad or sad
the choice was ours so we can't be mad.
*Inspired by:
"The choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility." Eleanor Roosevelt
Former first lady Eleanor Roosevelt
With women's rights mostly dealt
But her husband Franklin
Let "Missy" Lehand spank him
So many seem to feel no self-esteem
feeling so very down think they're no good
confidence so low at various times
but there's a way to get one in the mood
You can raise yourself up again
feed yourself with good thoughts for real
talk into your mind, heart and spirit
don't cheapen your image turn your wheel
Learn not to accept inferiority
make sure never give it consent
no reason or person can do it
lift yourself up and be fully spent
Our experiences of life can affect us
whether for good or sadly for bad
never allow the bad to hold us down
hold the good so then to be glad
Pin it up on your kitchen wall
"no one can make you feel
inferior without your consent"
be your master give it your seal
(" No one can make you feel inferior without your consent")
- Eleanor Roosevelt(1884-1962)
“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature;
but beautiful old people are works of art.” - Eleanor Roosevelt
Experience soaks in
And mixes with
Internal chemistry
The personality distills
And slowly seeps to the surface
With age
I see youth -
Beautiful at a glance
Then I look into the eyes
And see the alchemy there
The sneer; the fear
Secretly buried in the soul;
Private joy and compassion
Cannot hide behind the eyes for long
As Time erodes the body
So does Time
Uncover one’s truth
The future belongs to those who believe
in the beauty of their dreams. -Eleanor Roosevelt
Some people with good dreams
Focus on their best plans daily
And they can not be misleading easily
As they Understand their heavy destinies.
Some people with good dreams
Think the most about God 's blessings
Which they carry no matter many challengers
In their lives but they will still making good things.
Some people with good dreams
Can be the most hated by the majority members
Of some communities because of envy and jealous
Which some people wish to be their secrets masters.
June 17 /2023
Written for poetry contest
sponsored by Sotto poet
Sarah Palin Replies to Her History Teacher
By Elton Camp
I don’t care if you were my history teacher in school
By what you ask, you surely must think I’m a fool
For you to say that to your class I now should return,
Why that’s ridiculous and makes my face red burn
I assure you that I know American history very well
And that about almost anything I am very able to tell
You can’t know how bad about your remarks I felt
I’m not some dumb blonde like Eleanor Roosevelt