Best Favourites Poems
Out of the burrows and hedges and dreys
Heads began bobbing and eyes were agaze.
Rumours were twittered and grunted and squealed:
‘The combine is coming to harvest the field!’
The moles and the voles and the rabbits and hares
All hurried and scurried and scattered in pairs.
The hedgehogs and ladybirds, pheasants and shrews
Did all that they could to distribute the news.
Then all made a dash for old wise badger’s sett;
The only safe refuge in face of the threat.
There, in the deep hollow they felt the vibration
They shivered and shuddered in great trepidation.
The thrumming and thundering monster machine
Soon passed overhead... and then all was serene.
And out of the hollow came heads, tails and paws
Another day safe from the harvester’s jaws!
Most recently entered into 'Your Best Rhyme Poem That Is Trophy Worthy Contest 3 Poetry Contest' sponsored by Tania Kitchin - 05.10.19
I chose this poem because not only is it one of my personal favourites, but to this day, I've no idea where all these little creatures came from! Written early on in my poetic endeavours, it made me appreciate fully the amazing powers of the imagination!
'A rattling rhyme contest' sponsored by Nina Parmenter
12/08/18
04/12/18
'I cannot believe I wrote that Poetry contest' : sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Your Choice,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest : sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
favourites, angst, animal, fear, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
I write a poem that will entertain the world.
A poem that will fade someone's fear.
The one that will inspire you to smile.
Something that can make you out of mind.
I write a poem for lovers and friends,
To describe the feelings, how is love moves the earth.
A poem that encourages deads to live.
To keep the sun shines over the fields.
I write a poem that makes the whole world read.
A sentimental of a heart from lover who left.
The adventure of a man who travelled the lands and seas.
The agony of a woman who lost her baby.
I write a poem....
Until my ink gets dried.
Until the sun meets the horizon.
'til there's no tears fall in my eyes.
I write a poem...
To fall in love once more.
To hold the hand of a new lover,
To see the stars, the moon in full bloom.
I write a poem....
Until the last leaf falls in tree.
Then my life fades in the shadow of eve.
And every memories be left in dreams.
I write a poem....
Please care to comment and sealed with a kiss.
Choose one or two to be your favourites.
And dont forget, fave the author of masterpiece. =D
** 2nd Place Winner in Poet Destroyer aka Linda's Contest: Any Poem #28 **
Categories:
favourites, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
I pull down from the shelf
The beautiful box of treasures
Ornately carved
Warm, yet well worn
To the gentle touch of my fingers
There is no rush
As I sit in this cosy spot
The sunlight of memory
Like a shaft of enlightenment
Beams onto my cheeks
There is a brass clasp
That silently releases the lid
Inset with filigree, blue and gold
My favourite colours
In my favourite pattern
The hinges release the air inside
Like a happy sigh
A hug of acceptance
As a valued friend visits
After life has carved out years of absence
My eyes closed, I reach inside..
I find the sound of laughter
Forest light streaming through the trees
Jewels of picnics and Spring days
Friends I have loved and lost
I find endless Christmases
Warm Summer gifts of love
Painted pictures from children
Smiles from unexpected messages
Or kind words that linger
I find weddings and food and dancing
Music and poetry and photographs, old and new
I remember the holding of many hands
Small, soft, pretty, all different
Some tired and wrinkly (my favourites)
I find emotions that I thought I had lost
All gathered in this precious box.
Placed carefully,
Never broken
Always perfect and personal
I am slightly overwhelmed
(it happens sometimes)
For now, the tears can stay outside
As I close the lid, replace the clasp
Until the next time
Categories:
favourites, family, friendship, loss, love,
Form:
Free verse
Let the night embrace you with honey dreams,
Where you find your beloved dressed in tangerine,
She promises love and you kiss her marmalade lips,
The trust you longed for, in her titian eyes is seen.
In the saffron valley where good things happen,
She sings to heal all your inner rustic wounds,
She offers you sip, from coral river of happiness,
And you believe her and listen to salmon sounds.
With bright orange sunshine, new day begins,
You hope someday, your orange lady you will find,
Your heart blooms like the young marigold,
Life seems beautiful, amber fears are left behind.
Any poem, you wrote this year 2016
Sponsored by: SKAT A
May 2, 2016.
Poems that are soup favourites Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
United colours: ORANGE contest
March 4, 2016.
Shades of ORANGE: honey, tangerine, marmalade, titian, saffron, rustic, coral, salmon, orange, marigold, amber
OPTIMISTIC word in each sentence: embrace, beloved, love, trust, good, heal, happiness, believe, new day, hope, blooms, beautiful
Categories:
favourites, beautiful, beauty, dream, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
He meandered lonely
just a senior citizen
trawling the pathways of his computer,
when suddenly one day in a flash
an enchanting name jumped from the screen
into his unadjusted head,
whilst still in a daze
he had cut copied and pasted,
the delete key not an option
when sent to his favourites.
Then like magic, poetry began to appear
every single day a new poem would emerge
all written in a familiar dialect,
to begin with down to earth
raw unadulterated poetry
the kind that attaches itself to one’s mind
bores in to the head, rattles around
then lays awhile
then keeps coming on back, over and over again.
Poetry that penetrates, like an arrow,
pierces the heart, tends to linger
deep in one’s consciousness
disarming the most vehement of thought,
poetry that creates calmness
making one at ease, especially one
old with age and recipient of an endowment of excruciating pain!
Soon the poetry began to blossom
as all creations do
in the springtime of their lives,
the purity of Wild flowers, colours of the rainbow
free to sway within the gentle breeze,
soon each daily dose of verse begins to transpire
into carpets of lavender
upon the woodland stage, cascading Bluebells of joy,
the epitome of beauty unfolding
before one’s very eyes.
Again the poetry continues to consolidate,
poems of form formularized those conceived of
the Peace Lillie so sensuous in shape
so assuring in grace, a hard life the Lillie endures
yet one, only of positivity etched into each stanza
of bold narration for all to peruse!
Then a transformation
to the Rose, the very sense of beauty,
when with words of wrought
thy language comforting long into the night
to ease each day a journey of plight,
yet for you sweet Rose
thy poetry, it is not at an end
when to the Orchid you graciously ascend!
Many are those that come and admire
the wonders of your beauty those words on fire,
yet some desire more
with cunning and subtlety
those to manipulate to control
for one’s own ends.
But the Orchid remains safe
suffers no fool,
nurtured in extreme climates
is strong and worldly wise,
the poetry just keeps on coming,
flowing like tears of joy,
from an eye of one who’s happiness
is assured every single day!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
favourites, dedication, day, words, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
A poetry convention is a wow
Our writes we endeavour to plough
We'll meet so many friends
To enhance writing trends
Our strengths are as thick as the bough
To my table I have decided to seat
Three ladies whom I'd so love to meet
They are favourites of mine
And they will be for some time
Their poetry to read is my treat
The first lady to seat is a gem
Her novels just shine from her pen
She's a New Jersey girl
Who makes my heart twirl
Her poetry flows 'tres bien'
The second lady to sit at my table
If given the chance, I'd surely enable
She's Maltese, she's Celene
A Mediterranean Queen
Her name would be beautifully labelled
The third lady who I now show to her chair
Her writing just makes me openly stare
It's oozes life's desire
It makes me aspire
Table Top Mountain, I wish I was there
Not for any contest, but I thank Michael for the idea, ty
Thank you Carolyn Devonshire, Celene Crescent & Wilma Neels for being you,***
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-16.php
Categories:
favourites, friendship, on writing and
Form:
Limerick
RED-
Pillar boxes that stand open-mouthed
Waiting to be fed.
And plump ripe strawberries,
Dipped in sugar,
Smothered in cream.
Or just popped in your mouth
And squashed between your teeth
YELLOW-
Buttercups that shine under your chin
To give away your secrets.
And hot corn on the cob
That drips with butter
And smacks your lips.
PINK-
Candyfloss,like fluffy cotton wool
That glues to your fingers
And disappears in your mouth.
And gooey icing on the top
Of long sticky buns.
GREEN-
Grass that prickles your skin
When you run barefoot.
And unripe apples
Hanging from trees
That beg to be eaten
Till your tummy hurts!
ORANGE-
Fruit that juices your throat
And dribbles your chin.
And bonfire flames
Glowing and warm
That crackle and spit
And reach with poker fingers
If you get too near.
VIOLET-
Like the flowers, and the lilac
In blossom time.
And sweet smelling lavender
That crushes itself
On your hands
And reminds you of Grandma.
BLUE-
Sky on a clear sunny day
That dangles above your fingers
Just out of reach.
And the warm sea
That plunges you
Into its' playful waters
And wraps you up
In its' waves.
And then there are
Multi-coloured things,
Like ribbons,ballons and streamers.
Kites that play chase with the wind.
The wings of butterflies
And painted carnival faces.
And of course the rainbow
That appears bright and magical,
Soaring high above
Houses and tree tops
On to nowhere land,
Lighting up the sky
With its brilliance.
Then is gone,
Scattering itself
To be remembered
Among colour favourites.
Categories:
favourites, children
Form:
Free verse
Music was always my great love
throughout all my years of living
having liked many types in that time
even although I couldn't really sing
In the past decade of time
I've really loved classical so much
it's a music that reaches to the depth
to effecting the heart with slightest touch
To think I loved punk in seventies
never believed I would change to this
but classical covers such a span
of emotional moods full of bliss
My favourites cover many types
from violin, harp and cello
to clarinet, flute and guitar
some up tempo to others more mellow
It's such a treat to sit quietly
to listen to a classic piece
reading my favourite poetry
such unity entwined wish never cease
Categories:
favourites, class, love, music,
Form:
Rhyme
This hurts, although I'm sad you're gone, I want to focus on the time you were here
I always felt inspired when I listened to you talk and had your rhymes in my ears
Even when walking alone, your music made me feel like you were with me in every step
You always gave your all and never less
I can't express the love I have for your album flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
We had different journeys, but your poetical words were understood
You were always open, honest, and vulnerable in your songs
Even at your weakest, you inspired many people to be strong
You barked in songs and we'd accept it as the most normal thing ever
We've lost a legend, heaven's gained an angel, now you and Aaliyah can sing together
Watching the video of you singing Rudolph the rednose reindeer is a Christmas tradition of mine
Your music will always live on, you're a Hip-Hop king forever
You always spoke from your heart, never a lyric wasted
Where's the hood at, Ayo Kato and Lord Give me a sign will always be my favourites
The honesty in your music made me feel like I know you even though we never met
Rest in peace legend, sincerely thank you DMX
Categories:
favourites, death, grief, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
We lived in Saigon many, many moons ago
Of which I have a tale to share
About a pair of my husband boots
His favourites…. the ones he loved to wear
A shoe shiner came to the work office
A teenage boy who looked very poor
Walked into the office quickly
And stole shoes from at the door
He ran with several pairs in hand
While being pursued he dropped a few
But alas my husbands boots
Had vanished without a clue
I had this overwhelming gut feeling
That I would find this treasured pair
Though extremely unlikely and unrealistic
Due to abundant shoes stalls in Saigon “everywhere”!
This feeling never wavered
So each day on the school run while in the taxi
I intently scoured every shoe stall
As far as my eye could see
Months later coming back from school
I thought I spotted them in a stall
Unsure but excited
I gave my extremely sceptical husband a call
My husband and his Vietnamese friend
Drove passed the stall on his motor bike
To first see if it was the said boots
And YES…..I was right!
My husband stayed out of sight
While his friend went to the stall
He bought back the boots at the Vietnamese price
As the foreigner price would have been triple or more!!
So,due to an overwhelming gut feeling
His beloved boots were home
Bought twice by the same man
Decades of moons later…. said boots he still does own!
Categories:
favourites, feelings, hope, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Maybe she doesn't take the covers
Off her furniture because she
Doesn't want it to feel like home
Maybe she painted the walls black
Because her favourite colour was
white
Maybe she threw her vinyl records
Off the fourteenth floor because
She adored them so much
Maybe she drank whisky a little
Too much because it reminded
Her of her father's breath
Maybe she broke all the frames
On her shelf because they were
Her mother's favourites
Maybe she liked to stare at flames
And ashes because it resembled
Her childhood
And maybe that's why she returned
The flowers he gave her because she
Didn't want to ruin him too.
15th of September, Tuesday
M.K.
Categories:
favourites, dark, sad,
Form:
Free verse
THE THREE STOOGES
With their lunatic style of slapstick
These old favourites made their mark
Bangs on head, eye pokes and **** kicks
Were transformed to works of art
But it's not of this trio I speak
Three more egregious, my aim
On these your attention I seek
They're REGRET, SHAME and BLAME
Undesirables of the emotions
With pretence that your life they will serve
If for living this life you've devotion
Treat them with the mistrust they deserve
.....................
SHAME - the one least deserving disdain
The one who gets head bashed and eyes poked
Only loons never feel guilty pain
Without wishing their sins be revoked
With no shame at our dastardly deed
We would surely be heartless and brazen
Not to wish to repent, fault concede
But don't drown in self immolation
.....................
REGRET is a stooge insidious
A crime with no victim but self
Curbing soul in a manner perfidious
Life on hold, and you on the shelf
Have a few, perhaps 'too few to mention'
You mis-spoke? Well by all means retract words
But avoid a total suspension
And don't spend your life looking backwards
.....................
Then BLAME, there's the killer, life dumbing
Though it may give relief and brief feel-good
To beat up some rat who had it coming
But move on! Don't espouse victimhood
The problem with indulging in blame
It makes another the cause, you effected
Paint yourself in a victim's frame
Can you then be source for life corrected?
13 May 2018
Categories:
favourites, humanity, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
He’s a lovely teacher,
A brilliant man and son,
One of the favourites in the family,
Always seems to be having fun!
No he’s not how he seems
He’s so loyal to his girlfriend,
No.. - he would never hurt a fly
Think about all the children
Who he has taught and inspired
Please listen to me
You’re lucky to have a cousin
Just like him he’s so polite
Never got into trouble.. because he never got caught
Not even a school fight!
So what is it you want to say?
Because we will never believe you
I know. Teenage girls always lie
He would say so too .
If you would give me the time of day
And not worry about our family’s reputation
I would tell you what has destroyed my life
If you’ll even listen to my explanation
What is it you want to say you stupid girl?
May as well say now I’m feeling jolly
I don’t have much time so go ahead
He sexually assaulted me.
.
Categories:
favourites, abuse,
Form:
Rhyme
My mother was an excellent cook, not fancy but home cooking,
Our kitchen was always full of delicious and mouth watering smells;
We kids had our favourites, of course, and it was spaghetti and meatballs,
The succulent aromas drifted and floated throughout the house.
Even to this day when I eat this dish I feel the love of my family,
It was not just the handmade pasta or the thick sweet sauce;
Or the delectable meatballs with parmesan cheese all over the top,
And how we mopped up the bowl with a piece of Italian bread.
It was the whole scene, now memory, the vision of togetherness,
Such a simple dish of pasta and sauce is still a bowl of comfort;
Always a family night favourite, so robust and sweet, and flavourful,
And around the table we talked of life and things that mattered.
I found my mother's recipe diary in her belongings after her death,
It is full of meals of my childhood and a lot involved pasta;
Alphabet soup, macaroni and cheese, ravioli, lasagna and fettuccini,
Recipes for long and short shapes, tubes, twisted and flat pasta.
Now that diary is my treasure, it takes me back to the kitchen,
Where mother and father taught me about morals and ethics;
While I helped with the pasta and holding hands at suppertime,
We thanked the Lord for the food before us and for our family.
But today, I still love pasta and I follow mother's recipe almost,
Except for ethical reasons I make mine vegetarian, still good;
The pasta with a sauce of tomatoes, basil, oregano and garlic,
So yummy and scrumptious, it gives me that feel-good feeling.
_______________________
September 9, 2015
Didactic Verse
For the contest, Didactic Food, sponsor, Tammy Reams
First Place
Categories:
favourites, childhood, family, feelings, food,
Form:
Didactic
'But you don't look sick'
"What you doing just lying there?
I'm sure it would help if you begged in more prayer"
"Have you not yet tried this special snake oil?"
I've said there's no cure, my blood starts to boil
"But you look just fine" I guess I must refrain
From boring you with woes of my pain
Well I'm bored of hearing "you don't look sick"
You don't look stupid I think
Yet you must be thick
"You're far too young to be in such pain"
Oh really? Then to broken body explain.
"Get well soon" I know you're trying to be kind
But that ain't gonna happen
If Google 'chronic' you'll find;
'Persistent, long-standing, long term'
"I'm trying" I smile instead of making you squirm
"I'm sure you can't really need that chair"
"How can it be that hard just to blow dry damp hair?"
When walking in pain don't dare use a stick
"Just exercise more you can't be that sick"
"Just try this new potion"
"It's all in your head"
"My cousin used lotion"
"Instead of lazing in bed"
"You must be depressed, you're anxious a lot"
Yeah coz being told all is well
One might lose the plot
"I don't care what you say it must just be the worry"
Oh yes coz my body would heal
If I just told it I'm sorry
Why is it because you've not heard of my plight
That you think it's essential I put up a fight?
It's real and it's chronic and arrived via genes
Not because I haven't yet fulfilled all my dreams
Believe me I wish I could come out tonight
And if winning disease was through putting up fight
I'd have won it by now i'd be so much better
But it's in black and white on many a consultants letter
'But you don't look sick' -
Victoria Payne February 2016
One of my personal favourites :)
Categories:
favourites, body, discrimination, education, health,
Form:
Rhyme