Best Every Passing Day Poems
I might not be the perfect dream revealed or look anything close to my dream now but
dont judge me yet- am definitely it.
Why was I born a baby first and not an adult?
Please dont judge me too soon, time they say is the acid test for value.
Change is inevitable, the now might not give you much hope about me but-
Please dont judge me yet as the clock ticks know am also moving close to being revealed
It might seem impossible or too late my manifestation to you but dont write me off yet cos
am coming out,
Yes am down but the way up it's said is down, yes am out but greatness starts from inside
out, yes am weak but I have a greater strength -God is in me. Yes am poor but the gold and
silver are my Father's!
am just a todler with certain posiblity of maturing every passing day so, please dont judge
me yet because am definitely comming out!
The freezing rain turns into black ice
If you're driving make sure you think twice
You may have a glitch
End up in a ditch
Take heed of the weatherman’s advice
~
cold winds start to blow
bringing first flakes of winter ~
bird’s migration starts
~
Flakes
Falling
Weaving a
Soft blanket of
Snow
~
old people indoors
but enjoy seeing others ~
from their comfort zone
~
Kids
Are out
Snowballing
Having great fun
The lake now frozen
Attracts some ice-skaters'
Who show off their skills to all
Many stay inside in the warm
Sat by a roaring log fire that crackles'
And thinking back to when they were a child
~
The children have fun in the cold
By the fireside huddle the old
~
Come
Nightfall
The sky clears
Stars visible
Temperatures drop and the virgin snow glistens
~
When as a child snow made me smile
And still does now for a short while
Artists paint the snow-covered land
While Poets create verse so grand
Spring time does seem so far away
Gets close with every passing day
The snow will go lands will turn green
But a wonderland you'll have seen.
written 9th august 2019
FORMS USED
limerick
haiku
lanterne
senyru
etheree
couplet
tertractys
rhyme.
For writing challenge 1, August 2019- Just write- Poetry contest.
Sponsor Dear Heart.
Each day begins as an act of faith.
We cross our thresholds and expect
That no cruel twist of fate
Will stay us from returning.
But the twists await us in their careless abundance,
Well we know, in our hearts, that one day
There'll be no more coming home again.
For many it goes this way with love.
Love parts, returns, then parts again
Through all the shifts and flux of living,
Oftentimes traveling a little farther out,
Returning a little later
With every passing day, until one day, almost unnoticed
It comes not home at all.
The sun has long receded from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over him,
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads.
Trees stand bare with no leaves to array,
The Earth lies shielded in its icy crust,
There is stillness, the stillness of the grave,
Breaking it, a fox is heard howling afar.
Feeling utterly down, discouraged, and weak,
How he longs to overcome the emptiness he feels
Even nature looks dull and devoid of life.
Depression takes hold over him and his soul sighs.
Despondent lies he, in his battered shack,
With a run-out lantern throwing pale light,
It burns sending spouts of fume,
Like the last breath of the dying soul.
Tormented beyond endurance,
In excruciating pain, he writhed.
The tears that flowed from his eyes
Could easily make a swelling sea.
Once mirages of hope danced before his eyes
But he is now devoured by dark clouds of solitude,
Behind a wall of emptiness, he now gropes.
He is in the throes of utter dereliction.
Hungry for affection in a desolate arena
He once fought like a losing gladiator.
Every passing day was like a decade.
Everything was damp, life was mildewed.
Now he seeks redemption from all torments.
Lying in the darkness that has become his life,
He stares into empty nothingness.
He longs for death to come on swift wings.
Deserted by everyone, he awaits the dark space,
To lie unattended six feet underneath.
He wishes to be devoured by the Grim Reaper
Who is no longer his enemy, but a bosom friend.
He listens intently for advancing steps,
Of his long-awaited companion, sure to come,
To deliver him of his baneful state,
To row him away across the frozen seas.
What is so wonderful about your looks
And what is soothing about your voice,
Has never been taught by words and books
Thus, hadn’t entered my heart by choice.
And as torments with every passing day
Grow worse, and life misses what once had gleamed,
There is nothing, nothing to cease dismay,
For what’s inside is greater than it seemed.
And I’m sure you wouldn’t have been that far
If you only knew how lucky you are.
Jessica J. Hanna, 07
the years haven’t dulled my love for you
more than ever i treasure
our growing closeness
i love you more with every passing day
and just can’t get enough of you
you taste like love on a spring day
we’ve had a life that’s blessed
we’ve only skimmed the surface
so much more to tackle
on our long bucket list
you taste like a delicate dessert
exquisite on my lips
how i long to rid your body
of the cancer so cruel and vicious
i’m helpless
with only warmth to offer
you taste to me
bittersweet
like precious tears
on a winter’s solemn night
Read on air by invitation ~ August 29, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on August 27, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (28) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
I'll tell you 'bout my Uncle.
His name was, Uncle Fred.
When he spoke, I always listened,
to every word he said!
He was my father's brother.
They were very close, I'm told.
My Dad was killed in action,
when I was five years old!
He became my, father-figure,
when Daddy passed away.
He could not have done a better job,
I feel, obliged to say!
He shared his skills and know-how,
the most important things he knew.
He inspired me by saying,
this is what "I expect of you."
"Strive for honesty and truth, my boy,
take your time and have some fun,
savor every passing day,
make sure you walk, don't run!"
"Carefully, control your aspirations,
you'll know when things are right.
Have no regrets and don't look back,
but, keep your goals in sight!"
"It's important, that you know yourself,
your feelings and your views,
your beliefs and your convictions,
are the things that make you, you!"
"Value all your treasures,
your family, friends, and such!
If you don't, then mark my words, son,
your life, will not, amount to much!"
I have eternal gratitude,
to my Idol, Uncle Fred!
I've been able to succeed in life,
by heeding, what he said!
Uncle Fred is gone now!
He went to be with Dad.
But, he's in my heart forever,
the Best Friend, I ever had!
My Mistress War
I will always think of her. Sometimes fondly. And sometimes with disgust and
hate. When I wake up holding onto my wife, I think of her. In the quiet hours
when I’m alone, it is her I am with. She is always on my mind. She is all I
think about.
I miss her, and the way she smelled. When we were together I hardly slept.
She would keep me up all night. And now, more with every passing day, it is
during the darkest hours of the night that I lay awake thinking of the time we
spent together.
Her hate kept me warm when I was cold. Her rage fueled me, drove me, and
drove me crazy. Her screams still haunt me, something to never be unheard.
She made me a man. She took what innocent and childish ways that I had,
and replaced them with a lust and desire for the forbidden. I still want her. I
still need her. Nearly a decade after our first encounter, and I still feel her
presence everywhere.
With her, I felt as though I was exactly who I was supposed to be. I always
knew what I had to do. And life was simple. Not easy, but simple.
And then it was over. I knew I would never see her again but I could never
have expected how lonely I would be without her. In nearly every room of my
house there is some sort of memento to remind me of her. My body carries
scars and tattoos for her. I close my eyes and I see her. When I sit in silence
I hear her screams.
I want her. Always. I need her. Never again.
She was my mistress, and will be always.
My mistress War...
©Sean Moore 2014
P - Petite Rose your angelic grace is sparkling
E - Enjoy its divine flowering
A - All I wish is to see you smile
C - Colored your life with beautiful shades and hues
E - Every passing day I am grateful for PEACE and beauty
08/03/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Writing Challenge - Inspirational Acrostic
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
2nd place in the contest
I want to go back to my country
But I can't seem to find the way
Poverty is blurring the coordinates
With every passing day
I want to sit with my family
And speak my native tongue
Eat my mother’s home cooked meals
And feel that I belong
I am happy to have the work I do
At least it pays the rent
But after buying food and clothes
I wonder where the money went
How do I talk to my children?
About the place that I call home
To them it's just a story
that I tell when I feel alone.
I worry about my parents
And the strife they daily face
In a place once rich and vibrant
Now sadly out of grace.
To whom it may concern,
For time will surely tell,
I write to my loved ones
To say that I am well.
I scarcely can recall
A time more I content,
Than here amongst my friends
With time more wisely spent.
The rooming here is quaint,
In truth, a little cramped.
Likewise, harsh April rains
Make all my walls feel damped.
The silence, although grave,
Does make for better sleep.
Yet, every passing day
More neighbors moan and weep.
I hope to see you soon,
Perhaps within the year.
For winters cold and stiff
Are awfully lonely here.
Until we meet again,
I wish you all the best.
For my death after all
Is quite the restless test.
Am I legal?
The law announced yesterday,
That being me is illegal.
For every passing day,
The malady becomes more lethal.
I didn’t want this, If I got to pick,
I try every remedy, every trick,
But each coming morning I am more virulent, more sick.
They call me an atheist,
An abomination to any deity.
But I believe in god,
The immortal, the almighty.
But I am yet to find a religion in this world, that accepts my being.
That gives me love, for which I’ve been praying.
I have concealed myself so long, I could use some fraying.
And for the lack of courage or shame,
I choose to remain censored.
Till someone could comprehend,
Am I legal?; a question unanswered.
Dear Serotonin,
It's been many years since I've seen you last
Since you up and left me in the past
From then I've never been the same
And your absence from me is my shame
When you first left, I was a wreck
Life was a thorn in my side and a pain in my neck
On the verge of destruction and utter collapse
On a broken record of constant relapse
I didn't give up, and I sought help
Heading to recovery; a push, a pull, a skelp
I fought through and I was strong
And I'm still fighting this and pushing it along
I'm going through my days without drugs or medication
Getting by day-by-day holding onto motivation
All those drugs would make you come back worse
I am beating what you've done to me; undoing this whole curse
I could blame you, blame myself, or could just blame genetics
But making up any excuse just makes me look pathetic
I accept who I am and where I'm at in life
I will continue to fight you; nail and tooth and knife
No matter what you do to me, I will never go away
I can feel myself getting stronger with every passing day
You have finally met your match, the battle has begun
I will end this everlasting war, in my name it shall be won
Yours Truly,
Dylan Foss
Snowflakes falling from the sky..
A graceful dance swaying with the wind..
Snow is so pure..
So white..
A representation of innocence..
Snowflakes possess uniqueness..
Every single snowflake contains an intriget design
Exquisite indeed
Snowflakes multiply effortlessly.
A winter wonderland of white
Breathtaking blankets of snow..
The eyes feast on it's magnificent beauty
All supplied from up above
Sent and delivered by Mother Nature..
Blessed with all her glory..
A picture perfect scenic view of cascading hills ..
Valleys and huge mountain peaks of white.
Soaking up the winter sun ..
Cold and crisp
Quite a bit nip in the air..
Capture the moments of this wondrous winter wonderland
Soon the seasons change
With every passing day..
With the arrival of spring
Blankets of white snow shall cease to exist
The melting process occurs..
Until the seasons change..
Once again..
The intriget designed snowflakes return..
To marvel at it's splendor..
Art captured on every snowflake..
No snowflake is the same..
Three years to the day have come and gone,
Since the day we said “I Do”;
But no matter how much time has passed,
I’m glad it was shared with you.
We both have had our struggles,
And have had our ups and downs;
Sun filled days and rainy nights,
Our share of smiles and frowns;
But at the end of every passing day,
I’m glad to come home to;
The one that holds my love filled heart,
And loves me through and through…