Best Emile Poems
19th Century
French writer Emile Zola-
defender of truth
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
Everyone will miss you here at Poetry Soup
More than you could possibly imagine.
Illness may keep you from us for a while, but
Let our thoughts and prayers keep you company and
Elevate your special spirit we all think so much of.
Personal comments from you went so far and above,
Insightful and meaningful, they mirrored your poetry.
Near and dear to our hearts you will always remain.
Every color that I see will remind me of you, Color King!
Thank you for sharing your lovely, artful pallet of words.
With Love, Connie Marcum Wong
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Ice
caps melt,
quick
as fate
we ignore,
Her wrath
no
surprise
we reject
confronting them,
our faults, stunts,
footprints
of
carbon,
grow as we
delay;
no,
hope leads
change.
Sunday, March 12, 2023
Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
When he came into the world,
The child that came too soon,
He had nothing but his innocence
And was blameless and so true.
But he never felt the warmth’s
Supposed to nurture someone
Of as young an age;
That was life to him,
Sad as it may seem.
Pain tattooed on his skin
Designed as bruise and scars,
Too harsh a punishment for acting
Like the child he was;
And to think it’s only been
Just four years that he lived
Within the world he knew,
He had to end it all,
He had to leave so soon.
Oh, father and mother dear,
He’ll never understand
Each searing heat stubbed in his skin
Or each cracking leather slap.
Yes, he had to cry a tear
To soothe the pain all through,
Like a fading candle’s wicker
Slowly burnt out into soot.
Now I say to you, my child,
May Peace now be with you.
Great poet; fan of my poetry form, Yalto. I'm a fan of his.
Who Flips your Trolley Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
Date written and submitted: 01/05/2020
It appears as a distant memory, my childhood,
so much have I forgotten,
and woe be that I grew up so fast
and while the trees will still be there when I go,
how I wish I could admire them more.
Of childhood, few remember much,
there isn't a thing so sublime and wonderful
and yet so easily left behind as childhood
and looking out the misty glass, in all solitude I ask
what was my childhood?
Was it a distant dream of endless wonder
at the small intricacies of the delightful world?
Or a myriad of colors, a kaleidoscope
with but 2 small eyes to capture?
Was it an alternate world, a blessed realm
of ceaseless curiosity and boundless imagination
contained in a small child's mind?
A world when time stopped, and we shrunk
to the dimensions of the lifeless toys we so happily breathed life into,
a world when we knew not what balances or cheques meant,
and deadlines and schedules unheard of.
Yes, that was my childhood,
and woe be that I cannot live it again.
Contest: A Contest on Aging
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Dated: 13 June 2019
Oh, Emile we are so much alike "I Tremble"
we both can smell "A Lilac Scented Breeze"
that brings us "Heavenly Bliss" and we write
"Bits and Pieces" of our life "Tarnished By Time"
and like you I am often "Gathering My Memories"
when "Sleep Won't Come" in "An Impossible Dream"
in the "Silent Shadows" where "Grief Is Overwhelming"
"I Have Felt An Ache Inside" and often, we are
"Lost To The Wind" and when I read your poetry
Emile, it is like "A Robin Lifted My Soul"
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May 28, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Oh, Emile
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-613-28
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
(created using the titles of Emile Pinet)
Written for the Standard contest, Title Wave
sponsor, Richard Lamoureux, Judged 06/28/2021
Second Place