Best Everyday Poems
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Come walk with me
to a heart beat in blossom
Dance in the streets
of a new foreign town
Welcome the evening
with moon beams now swaying
Under the stars
when there’s no one around
Singing a song
to a melody’s whimper
Sigh on the eve
of our first kiss delight
Wander an island,
drink Pina Coladas
Sit by the shore
and be one with the night
Follow a scent
down the road to forever
Write poetry
with our hearts as the pen
Whispering love
while the other is smiling
Promise it true
and then do it again
Cling to a dream
we’ll relive in the morning
Capture the breeze
that does tickle your hair
Swim in the love
that now washes our bodies
Find everyday
is a new one to share
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Everyday is beautiful, son,
and no that's not being optimistic.
You're here - you're alive - with one more day on your plate.
That's just being realistic.
Tuesdays are for Tenderness, for the little things found beneath the rubble:
a flower peeking or a new-dream seeking, even though its subtle.
Wednesdays are for Wishes --- like hoping on that pretty, pretty star,
for something just around the corner is never all that far.
And Thursdays are for Thoughtfulness, on those reflective afternoons,
where all of life hangs between your ears, as your heart struggles to make room
for all the love that's bursting inside of you ...
(I know it's there!
hiding somewhere ... perhaps beneath the dirt and muck)
Fridays are for Friendship --- to the ones who you know true,
and hold you oh so close, despite all of life's various hues.
Saturdays are for Sanctification from all of distraction's clutter;
an occasion to make small your piece of toast, for there's too much of time's butter,
spreading oh so thin on Little You.
And Sundays are for Sunflowers, and the smile that ensues on even the coldest soul.
Treasure it child, if you ever see it bloom, for she's a fragile beauty that makes you whole.
Yes, my son ... EVERY day is beautiful, and Mondays especially,
for that's the day we praise our Mothers,
for giving birth to us at such a time as this (God knows it wasn't easy)
And no, I don't need to see the Seven Wonders,
to know how beautiful life can be,
for I've got all the splendor I can handle ...
... seven days a week.
Image Used: The I Hate Mondays T-Shirt Picture
Written April 10th, 2016
For the Images Contest Hosted by Silent One
Finding Happiness in Everyday Pleasures
Happiness is bathing in glorious, golden sunshine,
absorbing the beauty of sunsets deliciously divine.
Dancing through cool droplets of silvery rain,
feeling cleansed, refreshed, and reborn again.
Happiness is inhaling the enchanting perfume of a riotous rose,
enjoying tropical beach sand trickling and tickling my toes.
Stroking in wonder my new born baby’s silky skin,
celebrating life with all my loving kith and kin.
Happiness is gazing in awe at a twinkling, star-studded sky,
questioning, seeking truths, wondering how and why.
Taking slow deep breaths of intoxicating oxygen from the air,
praising and thanking the Almighty in fervent, silent prayer.
Happiness is waking up to my beloved’s caress and kiss;
hearing how much he loves me is just pure bliss.
Finding real happiness is like discovering coveted treasures,
and I continue to find it in simple everyday pleasures.
My poem above was inspired by the poem “Happiness” below, written by American Imagist poet, Amy Lowell (1874-1925). She was a woman of great accomplishment.
Happiness
Happiness, to some, elation;
Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Days of passive somnolence,
At its wildest, indolence.
Hours of empty quietness,
No delight, and no distress.
Happiness to me is wine,
Effervescent, superfine.
Full of tang and fiery pleasure,
Far too hot to leave me leisure
For a single thought beyond it.
Drunk! Forgetful! This the bond: it
Means to give one's soul to gain
Life's quintessence. Even pain
Pricks to livelier living, then
Wakes the nerves to laugh again,
Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
Although we must die to-morrow,
Losing every thought but this;
Torn, triumphant, drowned in bliss.
Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.
08-15-2015
09-02-2015
Contest: No More Masks
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Placement: 7th
Got kidnaped from my African village,
tossed on a big, long ship that sailed far away
Stripped of every decent human privilege,
forced to work on short sleep, long hours, no pay
Didn’t come to America on a pleasure cruise,
land of freedom wasn’t nothing but fake news
Forced to work on short sleep, long hours, no pay
Looks like to me, everyday is hard Labor Day
A long single strand of hair.
Deep darkness of my despair.
Everyday is much like the last.
Waves of darkness are all that pass.
I need the light from somewhere beyond.
Anything to guide me from the endless dark pond.
Spare me the madness of these lonely dark days.
Desperate and alone without some light to clear this haze.
I walk in a fog of anquish and pain.
I grasp for anything solid or go insane.
My screams are unheard by all around.
I beg to be released but there's never a sound.
My screams rebound from the torment I feel.
Never to be heard by anyone who's real.
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Your smile
is the
beauty
my heart
longs to
see…
not the dawn
with its
sunrise
now
beckoning
me…
a daffodil
blooming
neath
heavens
of blue…
or a
butterfly
fluttering
plainly
in view…
there’s
only one
sight that
I hope
comes to
be…
for your smile
is the
beauty
my heart
longs to
see…
everyday
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Jasmine breezes o'er fields of white
Sounds of robins in the early sunlight
Dew drops glisten under skies of blue
I gaze out my window and think of you
I wonder are you there thinking of me
while gazing at the beauty of your olive tree
are you walking in the presidential gardens
or maybe planning a trip to see the Ardennes
Every day, I think of you and wonder
If you saw me ......
Would you run into my arms?
Would you fall for my charms?
Would you kiss me all day?
By the sea would we lay?
When I think of you I wonder
how soft is your touch?
do you love me as much?
Is your smile for me?
Will your heart set us free?
Every day, I wonder
what it would feel like
just to be with you
Each book in my library must be read, each one, each and every one,
vagrant, homeless papers must find a forever home, I must
edit, amend, revise, reword and condense a poem-
Rattled, I search for my keys, oh collywobbles!
Yearning for tranquility instead of this constant dither and tizzy, and
daunting days of jitters, willies, shivers and heebie-jeebies,
and my heart in a knot of anxiety!
Yes, I have days of cliffhanging moments!
Inside my soul, I just want to dilly-dally,
silent, I want to make each day count, but
apprehension and anticipation always keep me on tenderhooks.
Consternation, worry and anxiety, creep, creeping, and
like an unsettled butterfly, I flutter befuddled.
Inside my soul, I just want to lollygag!
Fearful, I face each new day undaunted, taking
first one step, then another and on and on and on . . .
hoping my distress is unseen and undetected.
And I step off the cliff that is my life each morning, oh
no one can escape some anxious days, of
go here, go there, get this and get that, oh collywobbles!
Edit, amend, revise, reword, and condense a poem, but really,
really I love my crazy, hectic, unpredictable, anxious life!
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February 24, 2017
Poetry/Acrostic/Everyday is a Cliffhanger
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 879-893-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
There was a naughty girl, and the naughty girl was she
She worked a crossword puzzle, while she had her cup of tea
Poured another cup, ......she should get up!
for chores and roll her sleeves
She had much work to do, but her good intentions flew
like feathers in a breeze
Instead of mops and brooms, she would sing a cheery tune...
while she danced around the room..
Sudsy dish pans full....but Mother Nature pulled
her to the sunshine for a stroll
Her bed unmade, her bills unpaid,
But instead she picked a daisy
Beneath a sunny sky
......she heard the lullaby
of the birds that sing on high
She had meals to cook
but would rather look
at the snowtop hills nearby
So much work undone, and the dinner?......NONE!
But she fed her soul instead!
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For Linda Marie's Contest "I Am Bored With _______
By Carrie Richards
No matter how bad my day has been
I always look forward to seeing you again
you make me happy when i'm sad
you can make me forgive when i'm really mad
It's because of this I will never give up
I will never lose hope
When you feel as though your world has fallen apart
Just think of me and i will be in your heart
If things always seem to go wrong and you start to lose hope,
Just take out this poem and read it again
And no matter how bad your day has been
You will find that you still have my love deep within
Every Everyday I feel the same old mistakes brushing up my leg and heading
striaght for my heart. Trying make me sting... stupid memories, I can't shake them away
and they just make me feel everyday regrets. I knew you were leaving, I could feel it
inside. Yet it seemed like life just kept moving on... it never let me stop for a minute
to see how you were doing and I blame myself for not saying good bye. Sometimes I cry
when I think about you... sometimes I wonder why I didn't just go see you. One more
mistake and my heart keeps on aching. I'm not ready for this but even so it kills me.
Everyday regrets about the times i'll never forget and the things I never got to say. I
know your looking down on me trying to console me but in my mind everything went wrong
and I wasn't even there... you just passed right along and I couldn't even hold your
hand. I wanted to be there... I had grown up a lot since this ever ending roller coaster
ride and just as I was getting off the dizziness still hadn't worn off. You were taking
away in the middle of the night... I wasn't even there and that makes me sad. I didn't
hear you voice... I didn't show any remorse and it hurts me deep inside that I will never
see your heart beat again or see you talk to me like you used to do. Everyday Regrets and
I keep on blaming myself in a story that just won't ever end and will continue until I
see your face again. I won't forget, I will remember... I disappointed you and that's all
I can say for now goodbye is hardly the words I ever wanted to say. But now your gone and
i'm living with everyday regrets.
Listening heartbeat,
Hearing with the soul-ears,
Living to change another day.
Pen challenged by season quick of emotions.
Than,
Muse enters the heartbeat,
Friends,
Family,
Love ones weave basket within freeze-frame moments,
Always sharing within life in one.
Than the will to carry on to paper love.
Touching the hearts of many,
Even those not knowing.
Yet,
Blessing in every traveling hour.
Soul free bound to express to share.
Helping hands where the physical cannot reach,
Inner person free to wonder journey through the impossible,
Making a difference-
Never know who life maybe saved by the stroke of a pen charity.
In the question,
Did the day changed,
Or only obeyed,
Passed the everyday season bringing.
Carry on Tamiviolet Machas,
Heaven knows you can do this act of love,
Poetry lettering-
Sitting here thinking about the way you make me feel.
My mind thinks of the time love was real
Your at work and the day slowly fades away
I hope you love this letter because its from the heart
Hurry home my dear and lets make love
With you not here by my side
The pain hurts so much I begin to cry
Missing you looking in the sky
The pain is so much more than just a goodbye
Tears that are hidden from beneath
What kind of love has to sit and wait
But I'll be patient how else are the bills going to get paid
The world is leaving us behind
As long as I'm with you I have no fear
True love last yes it does my dear
Times are rough but I have to say
I love you each and everyday
Just promise me this with a hug and a kiss
That you'll never leave me in the midst
The fire is burning lets keep the flame lit
Words I need to hear from your lips
I love you each and everyday
As soon as you come home and read this letter
I will be gone waiting on your love to carry me home
Do not keep me waiting my dear
You know where I am come and rescue me
From the world that darkens everyday
The clouds right now in that blue sky are gray
But my love for you will never fade
The rain starts to pour and I see your face
The sunshine that shows gods amazing grace
Wrapping me in your arms kissing me on the cheek
Looking in your eyes I see the light
This world is no more without your love showing me the way
The world is leaving us behind
As long as I'm with you I have no fear
True love last yes it does my dear
Times are rough but I have to say
I love you each and everyday
Just promise me this with a hug and a kiss
That you'll never leave me in the midst
The fire is burning lets keep the flame lit
Words I need to hear from your lips
I love you each and everyday
You grab my hands touching my skin
I love this feeling I can't resist
Something so strong
In your heart is where I belong
Laying my head on your chest
Feeling your heart beat
A bus ride with you through the city
Just promise me this with a hug and a kiss
That you'll never leave me in the midst
The fire is burning lets keep the flame lit
Words I need to hear from your lips
I love you each and everyday
THE DEVIL HIMSELF AND "ALL OF THOSE WHO FOLLOW HIM ARE "CAST" INTO "THE REAL LAKE OF FIRE EVERYDAY" !!!! IT HAPPENS AT "MID-DAY"!!!! DO YOU WAN TO WIN? YOU CAN WIN DURING "MID-DAY" WHEN THE DEVIL HIMSELF IS CAST INTO "THE LAKE OF FIRE" AND ALL OF THOSE WHO WORSHIP THE DEVIL,AND THEY CANNOT STOP US FROM WINNING "THE MONEY" FROM 11:00 AM UNTIL 2:00 PM BECAUSE THOSE WHO ARE "THE DEVILS CHILDREN WILL BE IN "THE LAKE OF FIRE EVERYDAY FROM 11:00 AM UNTIL 2:00 PM AND THEN WE WILL WIN "THE MONEY" THAT THEY WANT TO WIN" !!!! THE DEVILS CHILDREN WILL SOON END,AND IT WILL BE AT MID-DAY WHEN "THEY ALL ARE IN THE "LAKE OF FIRE" TO FULLFILL "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY'S HOLY DESIRE!!!...............
Morning wakes me up by God’s light* so radiant
Cheering my heart with love that’s triumphant
Blest am I to spend the day, blissfully vibrant.
In the afternoon, my soul cheerfully stays vibrant
While to others reaching-out, optimistically radiant
Sharing peace that makes life hopefully triumphant.
As dawn approaches midst achievements triumphant
I cling to the Lord with faith, steadfastly vibrant
Thankful for His warm fellowship, sweetly radiant.
Now, I behold tomorrow as radiant, triumphant and vibrant.
*John 8:12 Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.
November 11, 2023
10th place, "Unlock the answers with a tritina" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Di11y Da11y; judged on 11/14/2023