Best Experiences Poems
Life was never meant to be a fairytale
But rather a copulation of incidents
That improves our knowledge base
By creating experiences to learn from
Life is more like a picnic
Good food, entertaining company
A soft blanket, sunshine and a cool breeze
Making a perfectly planned day to enjoy
But with each picnic a few blips must enter
No equation is precise when there are variables
Insects invade; ants swarm as well as bees
Flies in the fruit and sticks and stones beneath the rug
Then there is the picnic when nothing goes right
You brought the food but not the drinks
A storm brews over the lake blowing a cold breeze
Bringing with it a drenching downpour in its wake
Life is only what you make of each experience
Laugh in the face of adversity but cry when you must
Regroup when plans change or life takes a sudden dive
Plan for tomorrow but don’t forget today
Play in the rain when life sends you a storm
Study the flowers that entice the bees to roam
Clean away the sticks and stones that block your daily paths
Drink the wine of life that brings passions to your soul
Give freely of yourself but take time relax
Work hard to achieve, playing just as hard to enjoy
Accept who and what you are, tolerating even the flaws
You cannot change what is, but you can improve from within
Each breath you draw, each day you awaken
These are gifts to not take lightly
It is not through others that you achieve or succeed
But rather, in the belief, that you can prosper by who you have become
A true angel removes your mask
Seems to be her task
Digs into your belief system some more
Asks how you gained your values, core
I am a creature of habits old
A product of my experiences untold
A book easily read
Raised on biases instead
A woman’s spirit hovers
above an inert body that is hers.
She sees the surgeons cutting
and then sees their frantic efforts
as they try to bring her back to life.
She had died and yet is able
to describe exactly everything
they’d said and done
when her anesthetic wears off!
Others – many others – have had
similar experiences called NDE’s.
Many see a tunnel or a light,
and some with loved ones long departed
may briefly unite.
Their hearts are gladdened.
They wish not to go back to this life
that most of us fight so hard to stay in.
But God alone determines when we die,
and so we know it was not time for THEM either.
Science cannot prove the afterlife,
nor can it disprove it.
How can anyone explain NDE’s
wherein the subjects’ hearts stop beating
or there is no brain activity?
They try to say the mind hallucinates
when on the brink of death,
but how can they account for miraculous recoveries?
And how do they account for the utter joy and love felt
by the many who get that precious glimpse of heaven?
What kind of light of such resplendence
could make a person wish
his soul had not even been returned to his earthly body?
Things that mortals cannot understand
in time (and in death) will be comprehended.
Lucky are the ones for whom
near death comes to them,
for death to them would have to be
a thing never more to fear again-and instead-
would be a thing to live for!
N/A April 27, 2022 in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
Submitted Sept. 18, 2022 for Sotto Poet's Your Second Chance 2Nd Submission: Poetry Contest
We all have experiences
Most that define us
They may be exciting, cheerful or lovable
Or frightning, terrible, or emotional
All of these experiences
Make you who you are
Who will you be?
What choices will you make?
You only have one life,
So choose wisely
One what path you will take
The left or the right
For that choice will affect you
This leads to consequences
Either good or bad
Because every choice you make
Has a consequence
Be careful what you wish for
Is what they always say
So take that advice
When living your life
Our choices affect others
So do us all a favor
And make the right one
So you may life live to the fullest
Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago)
My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa
And now this puny earthquake I felt in Tanzania.
I saw every thing waltz to and fro and lightly shake
Bottles turned ballerinas dancing slightly to the quake
I watched glass decors on the walls quiver and jolt
Scaredy me was half asleep, no wonder didn't bolt
I thought I was dreaming or imagining things
My bed and chairs converted into gentle swings.
All vials and vases
jiggled to dance a jig
The lil horrors over
So I cast humor's wig
Ah when began rattling, the knick knacks on my dresser
Was when it dawned upon me in horror
That this was really an early dawn tremor.
I phoned some friends but those early risers
Hadn't even noticed or felt those tremors
I bet they thought I was spreading false rumours
After all poets are stereotyped as fanciful philosophers.
My cell phone keypad became my panic button in a flurry
Of course I wanted all to be alerted, alarmed in worry
Nobody believed me until it was announced in our mosque
And every body was then called by muezzin to pray the signs prayers
Then every body knew the tremor was no hoax
Some patted me for being the first to notice this shaking of earthly layers
Of course I thanked God this was no major earthquake
I've heard in other places how terribly the earth can crack and shake
Who else but God could I owe my heartfelt gratitude
For this being my 2nd low power tremor in magnitude
As it measured low on the Richter scale
based on the seismic waves' amplitude
But the earth was shaken and I too was shaken
No pics of the shivering axis were taken
Todate runs down my spine such a shiver
On recalling how the mother earth did quiver
I have seen videos of earthquakes where the earth juggles things
like a salt shaker
May God protect us from such a waker and breaker
*When I was 6, a neighborly man said,"Good morning little boy. Are you waiting for a bus? "No sir, I said. We don't have a bus. I'm waiting for my brothers and sisters. Our school is about a mile away, and most times, especially when it's bad weather, daddy takes us to school.
When I was 8, a neighborly man said, "Looks like you are headed to school, but I don't see a school". I told him that our school burned down, and now we go to school in a church. A new school is being built a few miles from here.
When I was 10, a neighborly man said, "Looks like you are about to help your mother in the garden". No sir, I replied. We do have a garden but I am about to go working all day in the cotton field. It is so hard and hot for everybody to work in the field for so little money. In some places it's against the law to have kids like me working, but not on this farm. When I grow up and finish high school, I'm leaving this place, because there is no good future here for us. I would rather spend my day playing ball or doing simple chores around the house. In this poor community kids only play when there is no work for them to do. When school is out for the summer, we spend all summer working in the fields. While I was still ten going on eleven, a neighborly man stopped me saying, "Hold on a minute young lad, why are you, your friends, and this dog running so fast?" Nearly out of breath, I told him that they just ran us away from playing at that playground over there. And this is my dog Jack. My dad got him for me when I was little. Say hi, Jack. Woof! The fields are wet and we don't have to work today. So we tried to play on the playground that's forbidden to us.
When I was 13, my daddy passed away; and a kind neighborly man said to me, "Hey young man, what's wrong? Seems you are real sad about something." I told him that my daddy died a few days ago, leaving mama, grandma, my three brothers, eight sisters, and me. There's no way that things will ever be the same now that daddy is gone. I'm missing my dad a lot. Daddy took care of us real good, but I'm not worried, because even though mama is only 35, she's a very strong lady and will do the very best she can. 10/9/17*Truth based fiction.Contest, Broken-Hearted Poems, BW, 8P
I wandered the Vale and Harvington,
A singin' me songs with passion,
Back then I liked to live frugally,
But me melodies were never on ration!
One evening whilst singing in Banbury,
The Police pulled up in their car,
Out stepped a tall copper
I'm in trouble now proper!
But he wanted to play my guitar!
I wandered around the city streets
I roamed away so far,
With stories of women and nights suppin' ale
And a kippin' in the back o' me car!
I sang in the pubs of Evesham,
I felt like the star of the show,
But the very next day I'd be rockin away,
It's that busker again Trevor Yeo!
My first experience in the water
when my dad threw me in
at the tender age of five I was
from then water fear hit my chin
I never learned to swim for years
till in my late twenties I took a dip
taking lessons at local swim pool
struggled at first thinking it a blip
But it was never too successful
had issues with concentration and coordination
never able to combine hands and feet together
it just wasn't to be my life station
So I can just about swim a length
but that's all truly is my lot
an occasional dip on hols maybe
nothing more Olympics isn't my pot!
Authors and writers, poets of all;
We are a group of scribers
You can see down our halls.
On documents, on paper,
In books that we read.
Writing our words;
As if no one is watching
Choosing our letters
Writing poems: Oh, so touching!
Scribers we are;
We bring it with style
Sit down, relax
Read for a while.
Writing of words;
Turning them into songs we do
The writers we are to be
Rings deep in our veins, blue.
Seeking: searching;
For the right words to be said
For the writers to be writing
On fine paper, be them read.
The lessons we'll read;
Through the experiences of others
Giving this writing gift
All notions of worth that it covers.
Writing in poetry:
Of our demons, we must face
Or about traumatizing events
That unfolds, not to retrace.
The writings of other poems;
Of families and friends
Maybe it's about a past love
That we're writing, making amends!
For the writers, we are:
We bring it, too, with grace
But I'll end this poetry:
Maybe you will find its bookcase?
Life according to remnants of some silly experiences is
A whole bunch of experiences it is
Good or bad it is
A guiding angel she is
Happen what may, no time there is
To brood in the past and weep, but it is
To learn from the behind and reflect; a beautiful soul he is
You hurt me; I love you keeping an eye open
You take me for granted; know that that’s my will
For all I need is peace
And live in love
Life is love
A whole bunch of experiences it is
28/10/2015
contest: life according to you
sponsor: Silent One
1st place winner
So many moments reflecting.
Refracting so many experiences.
The lenses of time’s, evolutionary passing
have become moments of history pressing,
pressing upon one’s memories hoard
within which all has been stored.
There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.
These memories, lucid, will remain
until more adventures come again
to enliven one to never ever refrain
from moments gone, bringing pain.
There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.
Memories will enlighten, until I depart
this plane. A journey towards a new start.
Touching the moments You, created for me,
brought your essence, your soul for me to see.
There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.
Thirty five days, three hundred hours
spent on so many of my days, it towers
above a thousand 3 and ½ by five prints
that illustrates the stories, fabulous hints.
There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.
Looking into the many adventures, the reminiscence
of my Beautiful, Daughters, Love, Family presence
that helped make up so many of my nights and days.
For this journey, these adventures to live again, one prays
There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.
The last image these tired, old, brown eyes got to see
was my Daughter Gail, hand in the air waving goodbye to me
as I entered the metal body of this giant silver bird
echoing in my ears the voice and every word I heard.
There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.
The curtain, soon will be coming down upon this play
so that I may then begin to experience a normal day
were thoughts of my Beautiful Daughters, Love
is not fused with all the work I will soon rise above.
B. J. “ A ” 2
July 15th 2017
ANOTHER YEAR GONE BY,
ANOTHER CHAPTER IN PAST TENSE;
THERE WERE THINGS THAT I ACHIEVED
AND THINGS THAT CAME TO AN END.
I DONT MISS WHAT HAS GONE
I CHERISH WHAT I'VE LEARNT,
IN THIS JOURNEY OF LIFE
I WELCOME THE NEW YEAR.
WHERE I ANTICIPATE VICTORIES,
AND I DONT FEAR SUCCESS;
I WISH MYSELF A JOYOUS YEAR,
AND THE SPIRIT TO WIN THE BEST!
life is full of experiences, something that you need to learn..
but there is no experience without practicals..
and no practicals without a man..
We hit the rock so hard sometimes..
We create beautiful episodes sometimes..
Each of these are different experiences..
Experiences that we must be ready to learn.
But when you fail to learn from them..
They will come again and again
Each taking different shapes..
Make you staunted and even crawl...
Until you learn to tackle and overcome.
Out of the blue
Or a while coming into view
They often leave us not knowing what to do
Why happen
Why occur
Why are we tossed into a blur
Wounding so deep
Leaving a chasm
Life can feel like its in spasm
Silver lining
Some think so
These experiences can make us grow
Our perspective can change
Increasing in range
Casting light
Giving insight
Life is not static
It can be erratic
It moves and flows
And who knows
It may help us expand
For its demand
Experiences
we often get up and fight for many things in life
but in the end we fight and sometimes we lose
but sometimes the decision is not always mandatory
so when your time comes ask yourself what will you choose
sometimes life throws a hardball at us unexpectedly, it happens
sometimes it will have you feeling like throwing in the towel but don't
i was told that the lord would never give us more than we can bare
so instead of me saying I’ll try not to give up i will ensure that i wont
we sometimes work around people that are like vampires that walk at day
they always seem to smile with you and then try to hurt you in the end
i try to keep focus because i work for my family to keep food on the table
and i try to remember that not everybody that smiles with you is your friend
we are going to have relationships that we invest our all and everything in
but no matter how hard we work that relationship will end up causing pain
but be minded not to stress on the effort and time that you put out in it
but in the end always be thankful of the experience that you will gain
life as a way of teaching us very valuable lessons from bad experiences
but these experiences somehow strengthen us along our road to success
some would probably be blaming god that they are jinxed or maybe cursed
looking at where i am coming from to where i am at now i know i am bless
my mother told me that nothing in this life comes easily you got to work
the bible even told you that by the sweat of your brow so you will eat bread
live your life knowing that anything you want in life you have to work for it
and believe that there is always possibilities once you are alive not dead
I’m not easily moved the amount of obstacles thrown my way and I’m still here
i am a worker i work for what i want i never just give up without a fight
i am a person that stays goal orientated and i suggest you do the same
and i remember god in all i do so success will never be out of my sight!!!!
BY: Marlon A. Malcolm