Best Fellow Poems
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Categories:
fellow, poets,
Form:
Limerick
I age without guilt
Life has treated me well
I have written many poems
So many stories to tell
I'll keep on writing
Till I can type no more
My eyes go blind
My muscles are sore
I live each moment
Be it happy or sad
And I must tell you
There's nothing I've never had
Some want money
Some want fame
I just want the world to remember
Life is not a game
Will I be here tomorrow
Yes, probably so
With that said
I just want you all to know
I enjoy all your poetry
Talent is everywhere
Keep writing forever
Show the world you care
Your poetry friend
Categories:
fellow, education, on writing and
Form:
Rhyme
In a foreign sky, I gaze above
And spot those stars I named with love
After fellow poets who I dearly miss
Their memory still brings me bliss
There's Milton, shining bright and strong
As if he's still here, where he belongs
He was always the leader of our pack
Skills and strengths I still admire and lack
Close to him is Connie, gentle and kind
Her smile and warmth are always on my mind
She was the glue that held us together
I wish I could hug her just once more, forever
Then there's Harry, the newest of the three
His poetry oozes from his poetic soul and inspired me
He had a heart full of compassion and love
I know he's watching us from above
In this foreign sky, they may be far
But their light still guides us like a star
I'll keep their memory alive and bright
Until we reunite, in a heavenly light.
Written: June 8, 2023
Categories:
fellow, appreciation, eulogy, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Off to college he'd gone
a cheerful, optimistic fellow
laidback, easygoing, mellow
not one to boom or to bellow
But the folks there taught him
to be ashamed of his privilege
That due to his fair white skin
the college had let him in
They told him that his part-time job
served the corrupt capitalist mob
that he should get out there and protest
with all the strength he possessed
So he turned against the 'system'
rejected those who would kiss him
learned to make a Molotov cocktail
targeted a cop; now he's in jail
Yes, off to college he'd gone
a cheerful, optimistic fellow
He'll return home a bitter young man
robbed of hope ~ no future, no plan
Categories:
fellow, america, future, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Does not matter what they say..
Poetry is easy but it’s not poetry…
Hallmark cliché is not a poem I am afraid..
You can spot a poet.. By their words…
Spilt from lips with gusto and fervor!
Grotesquerie gavottes meandering rodents!
Leaving bubonic parasitic critiques!
Would you tell a painter how to paint!?
The pallet they should weave, hehehe…
They’re so underrated, non unique,
sad pathetic ghouls drifting morose,
through the catacombs of their souls,
now chests hollow as is their home,
to breath or hear or feel…. nevermore-
If you’re a poet I care naught your words,
if you’re a poet I care knot your form,
if you’re a poet I care not your sword,
I care that you lachrymose inked your scrawl,
and no one can rate and criticize art,
if they hate your work, remember,
they are critics not artist, ask yourself,
one simple solitary question……
Is it better than a soup can?
Wink*
I am supposed to statuesque a poet/poetess;
But it is not poetry if it is not left to be subjective,
that’s Hallmark and I am not interested in cards,
I am interested in filling hearts or tearing them apart,
metaphorical a woman on here I met is a rampart,
mellifluous canary with crystalline shards her arc,
shooting through the night, a bright light in the dark,
mahogany bonfire in the nigh, ember in the minds eye.
Categories:
fellow, appreciation, art, dark, deep,
Form:
Free verse
P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 9
Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Gary Radice 170, 253, 260
• Gary Smith 167, 419
• Geoffrey Brewer 132, 340, 98
• George Schaefer 310
• George William Clever 446, 140
• Georgette Johnson 292
• Georgia Kereopa 117, 134
• Gerald Tanjang 456
• Giti Tyagi 346
• Gloria Shell Mitchell 447
• Gordon S. Wolf 17, 21, 237
• Graham Alexander Devenish 410
• Graham John Howes 332
• Greg Evans 321
• Greg Gaul 176, 311
• Gregory Joseph Firlotte 395, 447
• Gry W Christensen 170
• Hannington Mumo 386
• Hans-Christian AleXander Melschau 182, 228
• Hariom Sharma 272
• Harry Biosah 411
• Hara Chaudhary 347
• Heather Green 356
• Heather Rodwell 453
• Heidi Sands 150, 156 36
12/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
fellow, analogy, community, poets, words,
Form:
Free verse
It's important to bring hope
encourage always each other
for these dry spells, we know
so urgent to spur one another
Our words are food and drink
for healthy writing sends us ink
in our minds, thoughts pour forth
transfer to paper what we think
When I've written so many
looking back on all my words
it's astounding where it comes
my brain feels like a songbird
One wonders for how long?
can I come up with inspiration?
twenty years now have passed
grateful to feel such elation
Poetry is a wonderful means
for expressing all that's inner
get it out there in the open
reveal all within this old sinner
Categories:
fellow, encouraging, friend, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
I live my joy, my heart is clear.
So many people that I hold dear.
Truthfully this is no ploy.
My heart is clear, I live my joy.
Inspired by my fellow man, I give a prayer
There is Godliness in His trees and air.
Joy prances out where ever she can.
I give a prayer, inspired by my fellow man.
My heart does sing, my mind is blown.
My art and poetry is clearly shown.
Both inspired by heaven’s ring.
My mind is blown, my heart does sing.
Enthusiastically I pray this joy will remain
Each day a delight, no day the same.
God inspires me, I use His Name.
This joy will remain enthusiastically I pray
Written 3-22-2019
Poetry Contest: Swap Meet
Sponsor: Carol Connell
Categories:
fellow, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Quatrain
The Champagne of Life
7/26/2023
Tis the delight of the liquid, golden,morning sun,
Gleaming in my tall, orange juice’s crystal glass.
Add gratitude, for you, a poet,with morals and class.
You may not be the best poet at the top of the list.
But to communicate your very best is your wish.
You are not all out there, trying to be a champion fish!
People like you. dear friend, communicate love.
For you are the rainbow bubbles in my day’s hours.
I read humble you, with joy, in these poetic towers
Categories:
fellow, friend, how i feel,
Form:
Verse
In midst of these unwanted times,
many students are psychologically
pressured due to loads of school work.
But at the end of the day,
when things go back to normal,
I am sure that they will not remember
the things that we taught to them...
But they will remember the moments
of struggle and hardships...
They will remember the moments
how their teachers cared and supported
them in such ways just to pass
the course.
Should we really think about the students' outcomes? Probably...
Should we focus on teaching the content of
our lessons? Maybe...
Should we pay attention to our teaching pedagogy to make learning
worthwhile? Perhaps...
In my own opinion, we should
emphatize our students and give them
the best emotional support and care.
We need to teach them to share,
collaborate and support one another
with favorable restrictions ??.
Our commitment nowadays
is to act out the core values
and be a humanistic
educator.
After all, care is one of the most
essential needs of a human being
Categories:
fellow, care, love, teacher,
Form:
Free verse
There is a small group of poets I come across sometimes
who write in a very lucid and vividly concrete style which totally enchants
me because, unlike myself, they seem to do it effortlessly. They also
use images that are so unique, I can barely manage to think up
such unusual figurative language. For that reason, I made up the word "Imaginist."
One such poet who wrote in this style was Sondra Ball (recently deceased)
who published the successful ezine, Autumn Leaves. Although this poem of mine
could refer to other poets I admire here at Soup as well, I dedicate it to her.
It's not an easy thing for me-
that which you do with mind and
matter ( paper; ink).
How the world so differently you see.
You startle senses with your
imagery.
Oh, were it so I too could seize
a moment;
throw it back to you
new (and incredibly concrete).
I think that would be indeed sweet.
God gifted you this thing–
this creativity,
and yes, you use it well,
in fact, beautifully.
Though what you do
day in and day out
may only come to me
infrequently,
I will plod along,
my words
to tout (or to flout)
what life is all about.
For you . . .
who fails to hesitate,
Time hasn't long to wait.
Pen in hand, do continue
to, most fruitful one,
proliferate.
For Amy Green's Contest: Wow Me With Inspiration
And now for PD's the free verse (old/new)Poetry Contest
Categories:
fellow, inspirational, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Funny little scarecrow
Stands there in a field of corn
This funny little fellow
He looks oh so forlorn
As he looks up to the sky
Raising his funny straw filled hat
He never gets a glimpse of crows
No crow from him has ever fled
He thought the crows they could not see him
For he was only two foot tall
Perhaps a bigger hat he needed
Maybe this would scare them all
So now he has a brand new hat
He scares those crows now all the time
When they try to eat the corn
Soon they're fleeing from their crime
Categories:
fellow, bird, environment, farm, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a fellow named Taz,
who liked to write with flare and pizazz,
this name he was given,
at the ripe age of seven,
because all of his friends he would razz!
Categories:
fellow, funny,
Form:
Limerick
A bright young fellow named Ernest
Went to med school to be an internist.
But the sight of insides
Gave him really bad vibes,
So he took up accounting in earnest.
A shifty young lawyer named Stan
Came up with a devious plan
To avoid paying taxes
Through complex finances,
But was told that his plan wouldn't stand.
A beginner in fencing named Perry
Was finding that swordplay was scary.
"Not to belabor
But it's defective, my saber!
It thrusts but refuses to parry!"
An anemic young lady named Madeline
Became increasingly maudlin
When she came to discover
That her boyfriend and lover
Would sleep through the day in his coffin.
A lady tourist named Lisa
Fell from the Tower of Pisa.
On the way down
She thought thoughts profound
And remembered to renew her visa.
A deadbeat gambler named Owen
Ran into the guys he was owing
Who, with style and with ease,
Broke both his knees,
After asking him, "Hey, how's it going?"
A big rock-and-roll star was Ben,
But now just a 90's has-been.
The girls and their aunties
Would throw him their panties,
But now no more groupies has Ben.
("What's in a name" contest entry)
Categories:
fellow, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Cowardly this loathsome fellow
In old west they’d call him yellow
I guess that was his biggest flaw
Jealous greater than Othello
He wanted more, the more he saw
Hauling around his gaping jaw
What’s to come of this man of greed
Lied until his scruples were raw
He stole from innocents in need
It would run green if he did bleed
So a deal with the devil struck
To warnings he refused to heed
After years of passing the buck
It seems this man ran out of luck
His broker dragged him down to hell
One more trade up a sleeve to pluck
Scamming incoming clientele
He found a job he could do well
Now he is Satan’s man in charge
Of telemarket personnel
Categories:
fellow, corruption, silly,
Form:
Rubaiyat