Best Gather Up Poems
Within her heart is where I wish to be
To dwell inside the garden of her soul
Where each soft heartbeat plays a symphony
And all around is beauty to behold
The sunshine of her love would keep me warm
My one desire, to take life's pain away
Consoling her when clouds of sadness form
Removing troubles of each stressful day
Should something cause her fragile heart to break
I'd gather up the pieces tenderly
With love I'd smooth the sharpness of heartache
Then put them back together lovingly
Within her heart is where her beauty lies
Her love, the light that shines within her eyes
original poem by Daniel Turner
Categories:
gather up, appreciation, how i feel,
Form:
Sonnet
A snowy owl sat on her nest
while tending to her brood;
her mate flew out upon a quest
to gather up their food.
An old grey wolf then soon appeared
who wandered in the dark.
To owl he said, “Don’t be afeared
my noise is just a bark.”
To him she said, “How sweet your face,
I’m sure you mean no harm,
and surely heart is full of grace;
no need to be alarmed.
Please sit and visit us a while;
I’ll share with you my time.”
To her he said, with gentle smile,
“Please share with me your rhymes.”
And so this friendly bond was sealed
between unlikely pair,
the old grey wolf, his friendship yield,
and wise young owl so fair.
And so the moral of this tale
I offer you today,
to you one day might be avail
when stranger comes your way…
“Don’t be alarmed of those unknown,
who fate, to you may send,
that wander in the night alone;
they might turn out a friend.”
January 29, 2019
Poem of the Day - January 31, 2019
Categories:
gather up, friendship,
Form:
Personification
Is it
simply a case of precipitation,
moist warm air condensation
or are they God’s tears showering us with love,
as rain washes away our sorrows,
in the hope of brighter tomorrows.
Gloomy grey skies conceal a shy sun
with murky dull clouds lingering.
A cornucopia of soggy brown leaves
slither and slide under our feet.
A plethora of rain drops fall capriciously
with no concern for those they disturb.
Ladies shelter under umbrellas appearing morose,
whilst school children splatter in puddles,
laughing and giggling in sheer delight.
The rain is never cold when one is young.
Pollutant auto mobiles drive by monotonously
their passengers are safe as
windscreen wipers clear their way.
Stores are lit with commercialised displays
as the air fills with excitement for fun that awaits.
In hope the October rain does not dampen their spirits.
Squirrels gather up supplies ready to hibernate.
High above birds fly south for warmer temperatures.
A fragile old leaf falls upon me through the blustery wind,
leading to a philosophical thought about turning over a new leaf.
Lost within the season of change and contemplation,
one thing will never change though –
the October rain.
The Silent One
originally written 29 October 2015
re-posted 18 October 2017
Categories:
gather up, autumn, october, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts,
stashing them safely out of view.
In a hurry to stuff their guts,
spunky squirrels gather up nuts.
With bulging cheeks and furry butts,
you love watching them passing through.
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts;
stashing them safely out of view.
You love to watch them passing through,
scampering around the garden.
And though they'll dig a hole or two,
you love to watch them passing through.
Storing nuts, they'll bury a few;
before the ground starts to harden.
You love to watch them passing through;
scampering around the garden.
So if you make time in your day,
Quietly spy on them at play.
Unafraid, they won't run away;
Instead, they tend to be quite bold.
Remember to watch, but not hold,
Rabies is something you should fear;
Enjoy them from afar, not near,
Loping along from tree to tree;
Scurrying free for all to see.
Categories:
gather up, beautiful, imagery, imagination, nature,
Form:
Triolet
I gather up each word, each thrown away,
putting my poetry back together;
words "thrown" to wither and decay,
this garbage- I love forever.
My poems called worthless,
my poems so breathless;
poems never- wordless,
making a gem out of garbage;
is my endeavor.
My pen will bleed with my dark surrender,
writing my poems like a rose bouquet;
praying this sad pain will leave someday,
I gather up each word, each thrown away;
and weep- making a gem out of garbage.
______________________
July 25, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/"Making A Gem Our Of Garbage
Copyright Protected, ID 16-811-416-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Create An Idiom
sponsor, Jessie Day
First Place
Categories:
gather up, poetry, writing,
Form:
Verse
Rainbows of Balloons
(the friendship song)
You’ll find me down by the river
skipping stones in tune
to the great firs that hum
when the soft wind touches
their tops with its light strum.
You’ll find me lost far in the clouds
where smiling blossoms
gather up in a crowd
around their conductor
who’ll guide them in a sun dance
through spring showers.
Nature with you I will celebrate
we'll write songs ‘till late, open all the gates,
so come with me today, celebrate the day,
let us sing and dance in the light rains of May.
We’ll roll down in the fields
in the middle of June
send rainbows of balloons
that will sure reach the moon.
We’ll swim down the river
when July comes around
and we will not be found
until they think we’ve drowned.
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I’ve matched the lyrics to Yiruma’s music (Springtime) in this piece.
After the musical interlude (1:30-1:58), the second musical part repeats itself
from the poem’s second stanza, not the first.
Categories:
gather up, friendship, song, spring,
Form:
Lyric
Poet Destroyer - Parades and Carnivals
Soft feathers gather up with color
On the wind to play as friends
They come floating first above the boulevard
Kind thoughts there elevate, somewhere between the innocence
Trumpets, drums and violins come thumping on the street
Poet Destroyer is there to keep the peace
Hiding in disguise as Linda
She jumps up one thousand feet and lands
Right in the heart of Poetry Soup with marching bands
Flutes come alive while she eats fire
Catching knives between her teeth, and bullets just for fun
While petting hungry tigers, yawning all the while
Parades fill in the rest of life with yellows reds and peach designs
When PD comes marching down the streets all smiles
She wakes up, takes on greater feats
Casting royal colors in purples, gold and lavenders
Announcing the start of carnival
Trusted, serene, sweet dreams and memories
She speaks of dragons flying by her side in times gone by
But today, arise!... carnivals, parades, and dancing happy feet
Bad memories sink out of sight
Diabolical forces, hard matters, enemies of play
Will have to gravitate their weight some other day
No draconian measures or moments here
PD has come to host parades and gaiety
Delicious love and fun gather up the sun
You can certainly feel the warmth
Rising lighter than the feathers to tickle everyone
Linda jumps again and does it just for fun
Created on 12/04/14 for - Fighting Depression (poems for PD) - Poetry Contest
Categories:
gather up, adventure, celebration, celebrity, cheer
Form:
Free verse
River’s Arising
By Michelle Waters
River’s arising. Danger’s on hand.
Gather up your kinfolk and get to high land.
The campgrounds are empty, RVs are all gone
Tourists packed up their bags and headed back home.
The storm clouds retreated for less than a day.
For on the horizon, they’re making headway.
Torrents of water and mud surge down from the ridges,
Wash out the gullys, and ravage the ditches.
The creeks are all swollen; their banks have been breached.
Winds tear through the trees, wild and unleashed.
Muck and debris cover roads and driveways.
Surplus of water sweeps cars off highways.
Weatherman's warnings- often unheeded
In times like these, good sense is needed.
Destruction continues, flood water advances.
The wise take refuge, the foolish take chances.
Those who live in the valleys will stay to repent.
Once the floodgates cut loose, there’ll be no defense.
River’s arising. Danger’s on hand.
Gather up your kinfolk and get to high land.
Categories:
gather up, environment, heartbreak, home, leaving,
Form:
Rhyme
In the past you’d fought bouts of depression
but your sudden death came out of the blue
You hid so well the signs of your regression
and that you’d plunge and die in the blue bayou
I gather up my words and start stuttering,
at your funeral service I take the lead role
I wish I could have prevented your suffering
and that I’d noticed you were a tortured soul
I’m at the church where I was due to be your bride
a torrent of tears flood from my sapphire eyes
I hold a single rose as I stand by your graveside
your tragic death has taken everyone by surprise
FICTION WRITE
5/ 19/18
Let your Pen drip contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Theme ‘ I gather up my words’
Rhyme Scheme ABAB
Categories:
gather up, heartbreak, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
I gather up all of my courage
My gaze drifts to the evening sky
All that space there between
Alien visitation must be a lie
The sun and moon still shine for us
Eventually they burn out and die
Everywhere a sea of murkiness
With little spots of distant light
No comfort in their glowing beacons
They lack warmth beyond their sight
All the wisdom in every book
Can’t make sense out of a starry night
We may someday sprint off this rock
Conquer every planet to the last
Our population my even explode
An empire that will be unsurpassed
The only thing worse than a prison too small
Is a prison that is too vast
Dedicated to the Messiah.....He knows why
Categories:
gather up, bridal shower, planet,
Form:
Kwansaba
The morning seemed quiet when I got up from my bed,
The air was still, as I shook the cobwebs from my head.
I walked slowly into the bathroom to wash my face,
Work must be done and I must prepare for my daily race.
Brushing my teeth and running water through my hair,
I know this day might be good and the weather is so fair.
Streams of sunlight peer through open shades,
I walk to the kitchen, barely awake in a daze.
Open the cabinet for the coffee just inside,
I notice it's empty and then I almost cried.
I gather up my clothes, in a such a terrible rush,
The coffee helps me focus, gives my brain a good flush.
I jump out the door with the speed of lightning,
Into my truck, without coffee my day is frightening.
A few brief minutes passes by as I blaze into town,
My trucks roars down the street with my gas pedal down.
I see Starbucks ahead and my mouth is watering,
Can't wait to taste my coffee for this morning.
Roll down my window with such hast to order my prize,
I ask for a large hazelnut coffee with joy in my eyes.
I make it to work a few minutes early today,
Knowing that I made it, but only halfway.
Categories:
gather up, morning,
Form:
Couplet
Ta'likra
was a most stubborn slave
He loved to rattle the chain
It was a sound of pure defiance
that echoed across the lush plantation terrain
Son of Antuk
had a pygmy burning bush spirit
He seethed silently
as the lashes dug deep into his back
The masters hoped the other slaves
would see this bloody spectacle and fear it,
thwarting any thoughts of a rebellious attack
He was beloved by the other slaves,
he had a will of burnished steel
He had a big heart, noble and brave,
his presence strengthened the weak and the ill
The European rulers had a troublesome dilemma:
If they killed Ta'likra, they would make him a martyr;
causing him to live still past his death,
stirring up angry African chants of unrest
And if they let him live,
he would continue to challenge their authority
Thus making it harder to rule over
the other slaves with complete fear and impunity
They struck a balance as to what they would do,
they would whip him daily, give him meager rations
Eventually break his spirit down to ashes
But that didn't work against this
four-foot-two mountain of a man
He was Pygmy,
he was a dark bush man
He was pure African,
borne upon the hot desert sand
He didn't fear death,
he didn't fear pain
Thrice bitten by the deadly viper,
he loved to rattle the chain
The masters, unable to break his spirit,
were perplexed and at wits end
When a wizened one with gnarled raised hand,
offered up a most enlightened plan
This old, white medicine man
appealed to Ta'likra in a peach grove
He said, where would the souls of the ancestors go,
if the tree of life isn't allowed to flourish and grow
The tender buds of the future will wither away,
and the great roots of your ancestors will die here today
Let us gather up the ancient leaves, my warrior friend,
and build a fire of peace
Let us pay homage to the holy ancient ones
with gifts of love and largesse
For as the stars will not always remain in the sky to stay,
the chains of slavery will be removed from your people one day
Ta'likra, the Pygmy prince,
peered into the blue eyes of the old man,
and thought deep on his sage sayings
Then he arose in dignified grace
and silently walked away
He never once rattled his chain again,
he kept his untamed rage locked in the cage within
Categories:
gather up, america, anger, black african
Form:
Epic
With mental arms, I gather up the reasons
Why I love you .....
Our season came in springtime
You did not intend to be my knight
No white steed, nor heroic plan
Just a man....
But like a tree, standing tall
When seasons came, to swallow whole
You wrapped strong limbs around me
And kept me safe
A shelter strong and deeply rooted
Of which the leaves are songs,
A lyric quiet and soft and gentle
With cradled moments to let me lean
Then, with tender breeze
That pushed me into the sun...
Painfully young, and damp behind our ears...
And at the edge of jagged worlds unknown
We took the dare and leaped, without a glance...
With little chance...that we would survive the fall...
But like young birds, we soared, ...you made me sure
Your wings were spread, you led me in the glide...
With dependability, faithfulness, security, kindness...
And as a man.....not a complicated man,
Perhaps, rather ordinary, from another's point of view...
The view from here, ....so high, we flew...
Has always been quite grand....
With capable, weathered, calloused, caressing hands...
You caressed our lives, ....my own, and those of our children..
Keeping us safe....for all these years...
And taking us on a glorious ride, on wings that fly...above the highest trees...
To a land, where love knows no end...
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Categories:
gather up, devotion, i love you,
Form:
Free verse
Swamps are like places where dinosaurs roam
shadowed by ancient moss-draped trees.
A prehistoric world in shades of green.
I paddle my pirogue through algae foam.
Around me it's taciturn and serene
as I collect for whittling, cypress knees.
Fishermen, hunters, and I call it home.
Nature's garden profuse with wildflowers;
cattails and swamp iris in brown and blue.
An alligator, inert near the banks.
I sit and gaze at the beauty for hours.
For my primitive domain, I give thanks -
for the bass I caught, simmering in stew,
and for herbs I use for healing powers.
In the swamp, it's as if time has stood still.
Under lily pads there lurks big bullfrogs
hiding from herons and the egret.
I can hear them calling out their trill.
Time in my cabin I never regret.
Life is peaceful in these foggy bogs.
I ready myself for night's misty chill.
Sinister snakes slither in shallow brine
and cling to low branches overhead,
trying to catch the last ray of sun.
I descry them while checking my line
then gather up moss, and when that's done,
I will stuff it inside my mattress bed.
Living in my swamp suits me just fine.
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January 21st, 2016
Human Nature Contest
Sponsor: Marugu Mo
Categories:
gather up, life, nature,
Form:
Verse
Lord what I'd give to go back in time.
Meet historical legends Wyatt Earp,
Or Jessie James, let them leap off
The written page, and live again.
Rough riders, shooting the colt 45,
Learning swiftness by the draw.
Badges brethren, gather up,
The madman’s posse,
Gun powders equalizers,
In there bloody hands.
Wanted men, flee to,
Parts unknown,
Horse thieves, and
Cattle rustlers,
Trying to evade the long,
Arm of the law.
Fate decides whom lives,
And dies.
It makes no difference,
Innocent or guilty.
After all it is life’s truest rule,
An eye for an eye, blood shed,
To give the devil his vengeance,
Behold survival of fittest,
Heavens gates, are made from,
Twisted metal.
The hangman's tree stands ready,
Hollow nooses swing in,
Destiny’s winds,
To bid found ado unto evil men.
Strong limbs bare heavy weight,
A scaled balance of ropes,
Tenuous strength.
Blind lady liberty turns,
Her gaze away.
At histories hesitation towards,
Real justice's justification.
Hard men ride ahead,
Leaving behind
Legends tin stars,
Amongst trail dust,
Remnants.
Behold the old west breath's,
Again,
Between books binding,
And words harsh black ink.
Hardened steel vs. freedoms,
Expansion.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
gather up, death, fantasy, freedom, imagination,
Form:
Free verse