Best Every Month Poems
Painting by Edvard Munch, 1895: "Moon Light"
your soft hand trembles in mine
no words are spoken
we observe our ascending full moon
as we have every month for forty years
empyrean empress rises to her throne
queen regent of the night sky reigning
over brooding blue bay and melancholic mountains
as predictable as death
we again sit in our folding chairs
whispering under our favorite tree
anticipating the coming light show
enjoying her long bridal veil
shimmering in the existential ripples
a nocturne of nebulous narratives
stopping at the shore line
stopping
she inevitably will descend
the shroud of shadow will cover the land
comforted that tomorrow will awaken
to a resplendent sun
and next month will bring another full moon
the doctor said three weeks
so this will probably be our last
your soft hand trembles in mine
no words are spoken
written 11 July 2023
I’m in love and I feel lost,
No one ever told me with love there comes a cost,
My world is becoming unclear as it’s being consumed by moss,
Most of myself I’ve loss.
Pardon me as I get blunt,
But only I know what I’ve experienced the past 6 months,
So go ahead, judge me, because I won’t give a f*ck.
All of this angst has built up inside of me,
Despite my requests my heart ignores my brain’s pleas,
My heart can’t take it when you just randomly leave,
And my heart can’t take when you have an episode and are so cold
and mean,
I’ve actually noticed that every month this repeats,
Yet my heart won’t accept defeat,
You see you’re what it feens,
And it never lets me forget not even in my dreams.
I never know when I should allow myself to call,
So sometimes I don’t and just crawl in a ball,
It also bothers me that I’m not the only one you call doll,
I’m scared just like the rest that you’ll let me fall,
And I really don’t want to go through a state of withdrawal,
So to prevent this I’ll always be here for you to stand tall.
From the day that I met you I knew my life would change,
I’d really appreciate it though if you stopped playing games,
My mind is no longer the same,
And myself is the only one I can put blame,
For what we both want is not the same,
I’m a lioness that wants to be tamed,
But I don’t know how much longer my heart can endure pain,
I’ve even asked assistance from the man in vain,
And myself is the only one I can blame.
To never see your face again
To lose the map of your body
To misplace memory itself
For example
Today I lost your nose
I couldn't remember which nostril
Was bigger
Last month it was your facial hair
How it felt against my flesh
I still hold on to your aftershave smile
But the hair on your forearm
is still vivid
Brown red and black
An earthly pallet
Like ivy climbing up you arms
You hated your bodily hair
You shaved it every month
I begged you to save it and love yourself
I recall diving my face
Unto your chest hair
It got warmer
The deeper I dove
those lazy afternoons
How the fog transcended us both
I took naps on your stomach
As the cats watched us
Remember when you punched that guy
And he tried to strangle you
I clawed his face
His wife pulled my hair
That was our honey moon
You called the police
I called my mom
And cried
You visited me in the hospital
With guilt dripping from your eyes
Words flew like poisoned darts
Others wanted us apart
But we stuck
Each carrying their cross
Were we ever Heroes?
Doubtful
We were the fools
Laughed at by the children
we never birthed
I wanted to say goodbye
But I was too angry to realize
That goodbyes are a formality
When your soul suddenly dies
We will never have Paris
We hated it
Instead, We will each cry
In a separate house
Until one day
Not far
My face becomes elusive
Your face turn muddled
What is left
This emotional leftovers
Is the essence of what once was
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Manar Ammar
Cairo, 2015
I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun
I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick
I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won’t find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey
Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It’s not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome
For many many years her dream was denied
Every month she prayed, every month she cried
Hospital investigations she painstakingly endured
Sadly she was infertile and this couldn’t be cured
She spoke to her husband about adoption
It gave them hope – it was a possible option
Application forms completed, then test after test
Would they be accepted – they hoped for the best
With guts and determination they continued their dream
Would their chance of parenthood ever be seen?
Then they got a phone call, a baby had been found
Abandoned by its mother and left on waste ground
When she finally held the baby for the first time
The smile on her face was simply divine
No longer childless, with her adoption they did gain
Finally parents with a daughter named Charmaine
Contest: Guts and Gain - Olive E Guillermo
07~08~15
I promise
I promise to love you deeper than the Atlantic Ocean
I promise to adore you higher than the Killimanjaro mountainous romise to care for you more fragile than a wine glass
I promise to keep you closer than my attitude
I promise that our love will be stronger than a wine of Johnny Walker
No matter the highway is too risky,the E_toll gates so many I promise to go nor travel the long distances for you
I may not promise you the Heavens nor the Earth for I don't have the power to
I might not buy expensive gifts for you to prove my love
I may not promise you my life for I need it to keep on loving you
I may not promise you the 100% of my love for if I Love you 100% and you also love me 100% it'll be 200% which is impossible, so I promise to love you 50% and expecting you to meet me halfway by loving me 50% so our love will be 100% stable
I don't mind repeating the words I love you each and every second,every minute every hour every day every month every year,every decade and every century
My love for you is real no need for a prophetess nor a prophet to prophecy it
I promise to be like a patron and patronise you in each and ever way
Believe me when I say I promise to keep my promises
Because I promise
Asked him for the good health I’d missed all year
This week my aches and pains disappear
Stress bombarded me every month, becoming quite severe
But now in December, it’s vamoosed right out of here
Feared to utter the words ‘Ice and Snow’ aloud
Yet this December in Chicago, not one street plowed
Now, dare I ask for peace on earth, good will toward men?
Not exactly Santa’s domain ~
Please G-d he comes through again
snakes-owner
…………………..
poet-mrs.anjali denandee , mom
…………………………………………..
i am a snakes-owner…..
i catch snakes from here and there….
by my own-hands……..
i am very-expert……
i live in a village-corner…..
to my snakes , i take too-care………
i put , in bamboo-baskets……..
give to these , milk…
all drink it………
on many-ways……
i show the dance of the snakes……..
many people enjoy it………
the crowds give me foods , cloths and also money……..
i am not poor..
by these , i eat..
i dress……
and also i buy my useful-things …
by the money……
one day ……
a doctor says to me ,…………
‘’ if you give me the poison …….
then i shall give you money ‘’ ……..
i agree with him,then…..
at every month…..
he contacts with me……….
and i give him the poison…..
and take money……
he goes back in his city , then…..
we contact , again and again……
after some years…
i become very-rich-woman…….
one -night …..
i give milk ……..
to my snakes…
and at that time…
a snake bites on my right-hand….
i think that …
i shall be dye…..
without any treatment………
yes…by my collection …
of the poison……….
the doctor creates the medicine …
but i can not take it………
i know that….
after some-times………
will stop , my heart-beats…….
yes.it is the reality……
where is my safety ……
Always prepare for the unexpected, as more often than not the unexpected will happen.
Always have a plan B, even better a plan C.
Quote by Poet.
I was heading into Death Valley to
deliver drums of oil to the research
station, a trip that I took every month,
our haulage firm called it the 'Hades run'.
The forecast was 129°f for that day,
all was going well when disaster struck,
a front tyre had blown and I swerved off
the road, Blast it I thought It’s all I need.
I reached for the cab radio that crackled
and then went dead and I cursed my luck.
An hour went by then two, I was beginning
to panic, no other soul on that lonely road.
Then the air-conditioning packed up and
the temperature rose in the cab and I got
out quick and into the shade under the truck,
and drank the two bottles of water that I had.
Six hours had now passed and I was struggling,
the heat was unbearable and I realised I’d
probably die.I thought I was dreaming when I
heard a voice shout, "Hey Buddy you okay there".
Think of what you think about
Have the courage to let go of doubt
Intend your life, as you wish it to be
Now hold those thoughts of what you see
Know they are your reality
Positive thoughts must persist
Over fill your mind with this
See yourself wonderfully free
Inspire thoughts of clarity
Think of how your life will be
Imagine happiness, health, prosperity
Visualise with strong intention
ENRICH YOUR LIFE,ITS YOUR INVENTION!!!!
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A sweet young thing comes to our humble abode
Once every month without fail
Sure ain't your average cleaner type person
She zooms through the place like a gale
A neighbour once noticed she had a cute li'l bum
I told him I wholeheartedly concur
We both could wind up with marital problems
Accused of being a couple of voyeurs
Once we thought of adopting this young sweetie
But her hubby would never agree
We had to settle for her once a month visits
Such a shame between you and me
It seems I might have lost my train of thought
My engine almost left the station
To get back to the fabulous job that she does
Sure appreciate her monthly visitation
© Jack Ellison 2013
Oh how I long for the menopause and end this monthly curse
I was hoping things would improve, but now it’s getting worse
I turn into a chocolate craving fiend at all hours of day or night
If someone raided my emergency supply it could end in a fight
My skin can take a bashing and I end up with a spotty chin
Stomach inflates like a huge balloon, but in reality I am thin
Can’t wait for those hot flushes; it could reduce our heating bill
I could ditch my trusty thermal vest for I won’t feel the chill!!!
Tongue in cheek write
Jan Allison
26th October 2016
She goes through many other phases
One is about her period cramp
She bleeds but she lives
And she never gets behind
Come up with everything
Whatever it be
Many times it makes her cry
But those are the natural cycle
Which she has to face most of her lifetime
Struggles hard
Even when her body is not in condition to do so
And completes her task by not even letting you know
Every month it arrives
Without any invitation from her side
Pain gets double day by day
And a day comes when it too leaves her in her way
This is one of the pain she hides
Never letting you know
What's on her mind
Teen pregnancy is still taking its toll on all teenagers today. If a teen girl gets
pregnant and becomes a mother at an early age, then that means no more going to the mall,
the movies, parties or whatever. If a teen boy becomes a father at an early age, as well,
then his future will be altered, and his life will be ruined. What I don't like about teen
pregnancy is that all teenagers want to be parents while they're still in school. Teen
pregnancy isn't a joke; it means that all teen parents will have to apply for their
infants to get medicaid. Next thing he and/or she knows, they'll be getting welfare checks
every month, go to doctor appointments, everything. And now that their parents will have
been angry at the fact that their teen sons and teen daughters are becoming parents at an
early age, including 14, and they're now grandparents. There's no way that these teens are
going to become parents at an early age, let alone 12 or 15. They need to concentrate on
getting their high school diplomas, college degrees, get married, and then have children.
Every time their parents' backs are turned, all teen girls will have turned out to have been pregnant
by random boys. I'm sick and tired of teen pregnancy always ruining their futures. Next
thing everybody knows, these children, out of wedlock, will have populated the Earth by
the year 2025. It's sad, it's a waste of everybody's time, and it's seriously pathetic. It
makes me sick just to think about all teenagers, wanting to become parents at an early
age. Now I know why I never became a teen dad at an early age, let alone 13,14,15 16, or
17. These teens are too young to be raising children. They need to focus on their
education. If teen pregnancy keeps ruining the live and the hopes and dreams of all of the
teenagers, then their parents, they're doomed. No children until education is completed
and marriage.
THE UNWANTED VISITOR
He is slow and fast and always comes so sudden
If he pays you a visit, he will be an inevitable burden
He visits everybody he wants to, there is never exclusion
There is no age-bound; the old, young and the unborn are an inclusion
Everybody knows this visitor and why he visits and never wishes he visits
Death; the punctual visitor that leaves his host and hostess late when he visits.
If this visitor visits you, how will you welcome him?
He comes always to take not to give, what will you give him?
He is the time-keeper that doesn’t state the time and season he visits
If you happen to be the unlucky host, what time will you wish he visits?
The august visitor that visits every month unannounced to his timed hosts
Death; the wicked visitor that causes sorrow to all who relates to his timed hosts.
He does not just make things seem bad, he makes it worse
He is always the necessity that leaves every choice a curse
There may be but haven’t seen anyone who wants him around
In a twinkle of an eye, he can make a noisy hall absence of sound
For every suicide; seconds to go, anybody on suicide will wish to be alive
Death; the unwanted inconsiderate visitor that never leaves his hosts alive.
…Lordvip…