Best Emotive Poems
I know your spirit is finally free
when I scattered your ashes yesterday
Cancer has taken you away from me
solitude is now the price I must pay
When I scattered your ashes yesterday
I said adieu to the love of my life
Solitude is now the price I must pay
I’m now a widow, no longer a wife
I said adieu to the love of my life
I look to heaven and I question why
I’m left a widow, no longer a wife
as seagulls circle in bright azure sky
I look to heaven and I question why
cancer has taken you away from me
As seagulls circle in bright azure sky
I know your spirit is finally free
New Poems Only Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
16 lines, 10 syllables per line
FICTION POEM WRITTEN FOR CONTEST
4/12/18
Nobody knows what goes on behind this hotel door
‘Mr Smith’ isn’t with his wife of that I’m pretty sure!
He’s with his mistress Sue, they are having an affair
But he is a cheating love rat and he doesn’t really care
A barrage of fists is flying at number twenty-two
Sally covers her bruises, what else can she do
Her man is a bully and hits where nobody can see
She’s got no one to turn too otherwise she would flee
Harry is all alone since his dear wife has died
He’s desperately lonely but filled with such pride
His family only live on the other side of the city
But are so busy with their lives, isn’t that a pity
Post builds up in his letter box, there’s milk left at his door
Neighbours think they’ve seen him but they aren’t really sure
The police arrive; break down his door and Harry’s lying dead
He’d fallen down the stairs; dried blood lay round his head
Peter is an alcoholic and he suffers from depression
He has bouts of violence, he’s known for his aggression
Since his wife walked out on him he’s attempted suicide
His life has gone downhill since he lost his lovely bride
Little Sally wants to hide when she sees Phil the baby sitter
He makes her do ‘things’ with him, if she won’t he says he’ll hit her
She’s subjected to sexual abuse that no child should endure
But her parent’s are oblivious when they walk out that door
Nobody really knows what goes on behind closed doors
I wonder would you divulge what happens behind yours?
Doors Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
03~23~17
I visited mum today
as I do almost every day
She greeted me with open arms
And then says
‘I didn’t think you’d come ...
I thought you had fallen out with me’
Yet
Yesterday everything was fine
and it was fine the day before
and the day before that
‘oh it must have been one of my hallucinations’ she says
Then she happily takes my arm
as we walk slowly to her room
We then take turns playing memory games
A B C of places, boys names, girls names, countries, towns and cities,
fruit and vegetables, birds and animals, occupations
In fact any subject I can think of to keep her brain active
Then suddenly ...
she jumps from D to J
and has gone back to the previous category
I take her hand
and gently remind her what comes next
then we continue to play quite normally
The time comes for me to leave
I kiss her goodbye
I say 'see you tomorrow' ...
and with that I leave
As I walk home
I am not conscious that I am crying
But ...
I am aware of my tears
which drip down onto my coat -
Thank goodness it’s waterproof!
Over the last five visits
When I’ve left mum’s room
My tears have fallen
I guess I am grieving...
not because she has died
but because bit by bit, ever so gradually
her memory is slipping away
therefore I am losing my mum as she once was
Today is my birthday
I could not stem the flow of tears
25th January 2020
I fell in love with you the second you were born
With light brown hair and sapphire blue eyes
I thought you were perfect!
Over time it became evident that there was a problem
Test after test showed that you had profound autism
You didn’t reach your milestones like other babies
There was no babbling; no social smiles
only a vacant look in those huge sapphire blue eyes
You were locked in your own little world
just content lying in your cot playing with your fingers
As you grew older you found comfort sitting rocking on the floor
You hated physical contact; if anyone tried to hug you you’d go rigid
Arms remained straight by your side like a soldier on parade
It’s been so difficult to come to terms with the fact
You will never say “I love you momma” or let me into your heart
Fictional write for Let me into your heart contest
Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver
08-20-17
The poem must begin with .. And the cemetery was then continue with your poem
And the cemetery was shrouded in a veil of early morning mist
which rose eerily from the grey granite and marble graves.
Desperately searching I crept silently from gravestone to gravestone.
My breath came out in tiny white clouds
as soft white snowflakes performed pirouettes,
falling like a downy blanket over the cold marble.
Eventually I came across your final resting place
I recognised the two golden cherubs, carved on either side of your headstone
Gently I brushed away the snow and traced your names with my fingertip
It had only been a few weeks since you had fallen asleep forever
How I longed to hold you and sing you both a lullaby
But it was too late and you lay together in the arms of Jesus
I placed two red roses on the snowy pillow
Then lay down and waited for the sleeping pills to take effect
So we could be reunited in death
Submitted to Laura Loo's Best sad poem ever contest.
Fictional write for ‘And the Cemetery Was’ contest sponsored by Broken Wings
05~17~16
You stare at me with vacant eyes
It’s like living with a stranger
Tears and tantrums we both despise
Where is the man I once loved?
Locked inside your own little world
Sometimes a piece of music makes you smile
But every day I know I’m losing you
I’m losing you bit by bit
I no longer get greeted with a loving kiss
These days you lash out uncontrollably
I get battered and bruised by your flying fist
But I’ll never give up loving you
NOT written from personal experience of living with someone with dementia
08~07~16
Tears fall; they cannot mask my pain
Grief embedded so deep in my heart.
My stillborn babe, in death he’ll remain
Our whole world has just fallen apart.
For nine months you were a part of me
Time passed by, I could feel you grow.
Your tiny fingers and toes I longed to see
But your death brings us nothing but woe.
My breaking heart aches, bitter tears I cry
For you, but I know god had another plan.
I’ll think of you always when I look to the sky
Sleep safe in the arms of Jesus, my little man.
Submitted to Any poem written in July Sponsored by Laura Loo
(fictional write for contest only)
07~26~16
Form used – rhyme.
A rhyming poem has the repetition of the same or similar sounds of two or more words, often at the end of the line
Hey guys you thought it was fun to joy ride
Steal a car and go wild
Racing through the streets
Faster and faster
You were heading for disaster
Your passenger can be heard shouting on his mobile to another friend
SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!
But the driver laughs
The police are chasing
Blue lights flashing
He doesn’t want to get caught .... and end up in court
The speed increases
Ninety miles an hour
SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!
You can hear the panic rising in his voice
But he’s strapped in the passenger seat
What started as fun is a living nightmare
Left turn, right turn
Weaving and dodging the cars on the street
Then they reach the point of no return
CRASHHHHHHHHHHHH
Sadly this is loosely based on an audio transcript from the video recorded on the passengers phone and was the last recording of their voices so I’ve written it as if it were a final phone call - the footage was released by the parents to act as a warning to other youngsters
Contest Last Call
Sponsor Casarah Nance
10~15~15
I guess you never meant to cause such pain,
but my world stopped turning on that dark night.
You lost control of your car in the rain -
the mangled wreckage was a dreadful sight,
and my two teenage sons were killed outright.
When the policemen arrived at my door
I collapsed in tears on the kitchen floor.
They suspected that you’d all been drinking
my heart was broken like never before …
I wondered what your parents were thinking.
For you alone were the one to survive
but you’ve been left in a terrible state.
If you’d stayed sober they’d still be alive,
getting behind the wheel you sealed their fate
Any regrets…. well you’re just too darn late.
My two young sons remain frozen in time
they’ll never grow old, cut off in their prime.
Car drivers please listen to my warning
drinking and driving is a dreadful crime ….
I’m left to grieve, for two sons I’m mourning
Checked with how many syllables
Fictional write for Dizain II Contest sponsored by Laura Loo
08~30~16
corrosive acid
is sprayed in a strangers face...
he won't see again
11-04-17
time stops to slip in ebony night,
emotive clock freezes
eternal pathos in congealed instants,
silhouetted in the shadow of past,
smears the strata of darkness,
designed to disguise perception lattice
First pub
Then club
Drinks wine
Feels fine
Cheap drinks
She thinks
Short skirts
She flirts
All night
Drinks spiked
Goes back
His flat
Her fate
Date rape
Off guard
Hit hard
Black eyes
Bruised thighs
Looks frail
Skin pale
White face
Sad case
She’s found
On ground
Night plight!
50 words 50 syllables checked with how many syllables
Contest United colours Black and White. Sponsor Silent one
Image 3 –wherever your muse takes you
03~06~16
Anacreontic Verse
I’m feeling so blue.
My tears fall
drip, drip, drip.
Eyes bright red
as the deluge flows
unceasingly.
My broken heart aches
and cannot be fixed …
such intense pain
so deep inside.
Why did you leave me
all alone,
expecting me
to soldier on
without you?
I don’t need
a photograph
to see your face
as it is printed
indelibly
in my mind.
Your parting
was so sudden.
No phone call
or letter
just intense silence.
Drugs took your life,
but your memory
will live on
forever.
Submitted to Best sad poem ever II
Sponsored by Laura Loo
01~02~16
It’s breaking my heart, but I must let go;
I’ll miss you by my side my loyal friend.
At the vet’s surgery my tears did flow,
you were wagging your tail until the end.
I’ll lay you to rest in the lush meadow,
safe in the shade of the weeping willow,
Contest A Rhyme in 60
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Checked with how many syllables
rhyme scheme A B A B A A
01~23~17
Placing a red rose on her grave;
tears welled up in his huge brown eyes.
Daddy told him he must be brave -
mummy is watching from the skies.
He hopes his mummy can see him
placing a red rose on her grave.
Losing his mummy was so grim,
her comforting arms he does crave.
He tries his hardest to behave,
but the anger he feels is raw.
Placing a red rose on her grave,
he’d love to see her face once more.
He’s so thankful he still has dad;
smiling, he gives heaven a wave.
Though his heart is heavy and sad
placing a red rose on her grave.