Best Every Poems
Undulate on burbling rivers rushing to meet sea,
Buoying spring’s hilarity, ceding to summer’s plea;
Marvel on wings of autumn as falling colors spree,
Rejoice pristine snowflakes adulating winter’s glee;
Waltz with every season strumming life’s themes,
On mountains, in valleys, on prairies, or streams,
Waxing or waning, dreaming beauteous dreams.
Sail on crest of tides where summer ebbs and flows,
Guide autumn’s journey thrilling season of snows,
Whether lauding sunshine or twilight in shadows,
Whether in blazing colors or woes of wintry throes;
Waltz with every season strumming life’s themes,
On mountains, in valleys, on prairies, or streams,
Waxing or waning, dreaming beauteous dreams.
Despair not in shudder of shivering naked trees,
For autumn decaying in clasp of wintry freeze,
Sows the seeds sprouting exuberance of spring,
Where, serenading renewal, doting robins sing;
Waltz with every season strumming life’s themes,
On mountains, in valleys, on prairies, or streams,
Waxing or waning, dreaming beauteous dreams.
Alas! soon blossoms wilt, autumn’s revelry ends,
And unseen remains future where tomorrow bends,
So, grab your today and let its winter day-dream
In the seasons of youth, fond memories redeem.
Waltz with every season strumming life’s themes,
On mountains, in valleys, on prairies, or streams,
Waxing or waning, dreaming beauteous dreams.
July 13, 2022
The Time Between the Seasons Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
It was quite a time
when with my mind you used to rhyme
and in the tune of my heart you sign.
That time was quite long
when I thought the words to me belong
and I could compose a million song.
It was such a feel!
to bare my soul to words with great zeal
put my Self in words, nothing to conceal.
A thrill beyond words!
when you believe you can capture worlds
and raise the sharpest of them as swords.
You stand on your own empire
as every poet in you quenches a fire
and for avid readers, a pleasure not to expire.
Dare I now raise my pen?
till a voice grumbles into my den!
do I have to ride those paths again?
Dare I, the very words blame?
not to have met the poet's flame!
or, the rhymist having a solo aim
shaping verses into a frame
and their intense fire tame!
The words when denied their vent
an ink of a common bent
a rose of a predictable scent
a music of no content
a love of no intent.
~
For every grain of sand the ocean shoreline comes to move
To count them all a task so very long
Fill your hand with grains that come in time to you to prove
The softness is a feeling ever strong
Endless possibilities now sprinkled in the wind
Dancing to the magic that we feel
Shiny little glistenings about the ground begin
Each and every footstep is so real
As we walk along our feet they know where we have been
Only do our hearts know where we go
Just to have these moments in our life now once again
And the knowledge that I love you so
Somewhere there’s a number written down in someone’s dreams
Noting every grain of sand we see
Staggering the digits as I hope the number means
Every day that you are here with me
~
Every night,from my little window
I watch billions of stars
luminating the blue-black sky
And every night
my thought is filled with you
knowing you are somewhere there
Somewhere in the same world
In a better city,in a different time
and in another day
Every night I wonder
about what you're doing
in that moment
Awaiting a new sunrise
Drinking a hot cup of coffee
Sitting in your back porch
Planting tomato seeds
or reading a newspaper
I wonder if you're strolling
on the side-walk
on your way to work
Or just chatting with a friend.
Every night, I think of you
I wonder if you ever
watch the stars
and think of me too.
Every night. I wonder
what it feels like
If We could borrow just one night
If We could borrow just one moment
To feel your arms around me
To feel my lips upon your lips
To watch the stars
that warm lone hearts
Shine blissfully upon our faces
Every night I wonder
what it feels like
Just to be with you.
Inspired by the song 'One moment in time'
To get my heart in the right rhythm, I have to catch your inner you
Holding hands kiss colors inside sunshine warm paradise
Together we share our dreams with a glass of pink champagne
Celebrating a living memory of eternal beauty sparkling gems glisten
We will find ourselves in an everlasting magical journey
Where the golden barley shakes silken softly whispers in our breeze
I'll walk with you through ages of time
Uniting as one shadow embraced dancing silver treasure
Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
Weightless without body floating beautiful falling inside the soul's desire
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 18.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
When life gives a choice don't ask why
Don't dwell in dark under a star-lit sky
If music starts playing go find your voice
Don't ask why when life gives a choice
Every life will smile bearing a gift of joy
Echoing sounds of a harmonious ploy
Spreading cheer, donning perky style
Bearing a gift of joy every life will smile
In times of despair, know there's hope
Happiness resides in everyone's scope
Blessings embody within every prayer
Know there's hope in times of despair
Upon every roof some rain must fall
Life once in a while answers your call
When love finds us, that is one proof
Some rain must fall upon every roof
May 14, 2018
Poem of the day on May 16, 2018
HM: Strand select 3 contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
This poem is a Swap Quatrain. This form was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.
Within the Swap Quatrain each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines) where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. In addition, line 2 must rhyme with line 1, and line 3 must rhyme with line 4 and so on, BUT not repeat the same rhyming pattern on subsequent stanzas. Rhyming pattern: AABB, CCDD, and so on.
Everyone has rolls when they bend over
When someone tells you you're beautiful believe them, they aren't lying
Sometimes we all wake up with breath that could kill a goat
For every woman glum about stretch marks another wishes she had them.
You should have more confidence, if you saw yourself the way others do, you would
Don't look for a man to save you, be ready to save yourself
It's okay to not love every part of your body, but you should.
We all have 1 friend who seems to have it together. The one with the perfect life,
well, you might be that woman to someone else;
You should be a priority not an option, a last resort or a backup plan
You are a woman, that alone makes you pretty damn remarkable !
Original Text From : Women Fighting For Women
a re-write from Mystic Rose
I feel African in every vein
the arteries pulsate with love
this continent is so dear to me
I feel African in every breath
the challenges the world paints
I see not but beautiful Africa
All Africans here and far away
join me to hold Africa together
no piece should go to the winds
The unity of the land of Africa
the resources of the land of Africa
are gifts no humans brought here
Patriots of Africa come hold hands
this land you owe loving service
dust off yourselves to build Africa
Old Africa where is your wisdom?
come out of your boxes and unite
the world is vibrant, lets wake up
I feel African in every vein
Africa my sweet-heart duty calls
To get my heart in the right rhythm, I have to catch your inner you
Holding hands kiss colors inside sunshine warm paradise
Together we share our dreams with a glass of pink champagne
Celebrating a living memory of eternal beauty sparkling gems glisten
We will find ourselves in an everlasting magical journey
Where the golden barley shakes silken softly whispers in our breeze
I'll walk with you through ages of time
Uniting as one shadow embraced dancing silver treasure
Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
Weightless without body floating beautiful falling inside the soul's desire
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 18.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I am my reality
I am my first true love
I am the best part of my life
I am my today, my tomorrow
I am my lonesome bliss
I am the representation of strength
Through the tough stare in my sons eyes
I am the symbol of endurance
From a child’s tear stained ruby cheek
I am the mingling stride
Of a rainbows colours
I am the voice of every woman
Who never got a chance
To sing her song
I am the voice of a woman
Screaming without a voice
I am the voice of a woman
Speaking to a deaf audience
I am a thousand words
In the daring gesture
Of a fleeting dream
I am the sweet sensation
Emanating from numbness of life
I am the unfading sprinklings
Of light shot diamonds
On the surrendering foliage
Of falling leaves of autumn
I am the sliding contour
On a mountains heat stricken back
I am the last dance with a shooting star
I am the orange face with a red soul
Yes, orange with fire, red with life
I am the unfading glow
In the setting sun
The persistent twinkle
In the emerging sun
I am the legend of old
Dripping melts of heaven
From which generations
Will suck to outlive life’s atrocities
I am my perfect freedom
I am my perfect desire
I am my perfect imperfection
I am my sweetest company
I am my sweetest taboo
I am in love with me
I am, every woman
Every minute is a gift
We often do not realize it
Until we feel our minutes
are numbered
Every minute is a choice
They are not replaceable
So please choose wisely
Every minute
Wasted
Or enjoyed
Your choice
Every time I have you close my dear
This remarkable yearning of you brings me home
The sound of your voice reaches the clouds so far
Every time I have you close my dear
My lips are stilled to me you're like a star
In my heart I evoke your name and just roam
Every time I have you close my dear...
This remarkable yearning of you brings me home
And I am so happy to have your love so far
Every time I have you close my dear
I know that losing you would leave me a scar
And rhymes like before no more would flow
Every time I have you close my dear
This remarkable yearning of you brings me home.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October.2.2014
My triolet sonnet here is free style ...that means, I didn't write it with 8 or 10 syllables or any steady number of syllable pattern at all. That's simple!
Every time we fall we lose a bit of are selfs.
Untill hollow becomes the heart.
bare as a vacant stores shelves.
The dreamer finds solice in every new face.
That new love's illusion.
Cold is the afterglow when we reflect apon that
once passionet embrace.
Can the bitter heart find a reason to try?
Skipping stones alone across dark water.
We keep setting are selves up without
a single question as to why.
A room smoke filled yet every thing shows
clear.
Sometimes we play the cards.
And hold the best one aside in fear.
As vast as the ocean from its shores
the the innocent crawl.
Trying to capture only a glimmer of that true passion.
Every time we fall.
Many have told me it's all about "me"
every time I hear that I want to flee
let's talk it over
don't act like a rover
I always like to make it about we.
What can I say to you about "myself"
I feel you put me on a bookshelf
hearing your many words
you speak like a bird
I must always be true to thyself.
Now we have me, myself, and "I"
can you see it through my eye
there are three in one
guess it is all done
asking why I must always try.