Best Genuine Poems
You are not a stranger to me
Neither are you an alien, nor an unknown.
You are me, and I am you in
Another body.
You are:
My soul’s double
My being’s twin
My heart’s beats
My mind’s thoughts.
You are:
My companion,
My ally,
My friend,
My brother!
I share:
Your fears
Your agony
Your misery
Your suffering
And
You share:
My hopes
My joy
My well-being
My happiness!
We aren’t alone anymore
For
You have me, and I have you
Thus
Next to each other, we stand
Against all odds,
Giant towers of friendship
Supporting and defending one another,
Asking for nothing
Offering everything,
As
We gallantly are toiling to build
Our future’s common path!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 June 2021
Hold on to your gift of poetry,
Even though a poem might not be a POTD!
Hold on to your poem, it simply shines!
Even though commments at times be very few.
Comments do not make a poem…..it is you!
Hold close, those poets who are forever true…
Hold on to God, you are his precious creation!
Even when friends leave you on permanent vacations.
Hold on to your truth, for your unique poetic vision.
You carry within you, words with a spiritual mission!!
1/20/2023
I was lurking around but she finally found me,
We're watching the clouds and lying under a tree.
Saying words to be outspoken,
Worrying nothing even the glass is broken.
And I will lastingly love her because she's with me.
BEING WHO YOU REALLY SPARKLING ARE,
MIGHT COST YOU A BALE OF POPULARITY ….
BETTER THAN BEING A CONFORMIST DOLT.,
THAN A BORE, LIVING A FAKE, DULL ,MORALITY!
6/9/2024
Quality Versus Quantity seems to be a reason for debate,
Although I don't know why or who would even hesitate
To set aside and place quality in a class much preferred,
Since quantity is a number and over quality, seems absurd.
When we think of friends, it's not the number of, the amount,
But rather the quality of our friends that does only count.
True friends are less in number but true ones always care,
While all the rest when you need them, won't likely be there.
I have to chuckle at all those who seek followers and likes,
Not looking for quality but quantity for their mood spikes.
I'd rather have a few who I know are supportive and true,
Than a gazillion who could really care less about what I do.
It seems in this world fake and artificial are in favour,
Leaving those who choose real as the element to savour,
As fewer in number and are becoming fewer, rarer every day,
But of the few I'd rather be; the fake game, I'll not ever play.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-05-03 10:54:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
A beautiful heart, my friend,
surpasses by far, any trait of
external beauty!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 June 2020
There is a love which lives deep within
A genuine one which will never go away
No matter how one might try to release it
In our hearts and minds, we find it stays
Whenever another touches our inner being
While bringing their pleasant peace inside
We find ourselves to become comfortable
As we begin to embrace them in our lives
They may become genuine friends who care
They might become sisters and brothers too
They brighten our lives each time they speak
Changing gray skies to ones of crystal blue
The hearts of these special ones we care for
Are so genuine and selfless in every way
They are in our lives for special reasons
By God, making sunny cloudy and rainy days
Whether you are a dear sister or brother
Or the truest friend one in life may find
You are a treasure to those who love you
Because of the selfless heart in you they find.
On Being Fully Genuine
Sometimes, a lonely portal can it be,
But, bears a huge gift, called integrity.
People who have it, are my speed.
Providing glints of joy in my day.
Encouraging to be myself, all the way.
Their wisdom, precious and so divine.
Blessing each passing second of my
time.
Thus, enabling me to fearlessly be me
in all my rhymes.
Thank you for the gifts you are,
You, who shine as my poetry star!
June 24, 2020
5am PST
Poem # 1, 310
If to move you, my soul must listen to
What the readers of epic stories like.
I know that, through the jungle, I should hike
And skin an indigo snake for your shoes.
I know I should learn how to fight a bull.
I know I should defy my fierce quarry
In the arena, win fame and glory
To earn your hand after the spectacle.
I have no hero skills. I need the route
Of this tunnel guarded by scorpion men
To walk twenty-four hours and, after the den,
In the Garden of Eden, pick a fruit.
But can the fruit be my simplicity
To gain your passion and felicity?
7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..
Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...
Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...
Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...
Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..
God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...
By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am
Wish I could rewind the hands of the clock,
Only love songs with you I'll slowly rock.
There's many things I didn't get to say,
You left me & gone on a rainy day.
I still didn't give you that gift,
Just once more in my arms, you I wished I'd lift.
Your many attributes & words I did admire,
Like Jesus is the only way to escape Hell's fire.
A granny so awesome you showed that you care,
And a strong shoulder needed you were always there.
Teach all daily to do what's right,
And there's victory for us if we unite.
How can I forget whenever you call,
A short prayer was said for me & all.
I'm ever thankful for your blessings & love,
I'm guilty for not giving you what you deserve.
Through grief & pain you were holding strong,
Still hoping your days on earth were more long.
But you will always stay deep in my heart,
Because of the great things to me you taught.
"Don't trod the road that's broad & wide",
I'm trying hard so I'll see you on the other side.
Surely you're up there looking down,
With flowers, white dress & a golden crown.
All the genuine people you knew
then don't come around here anymore.
Restitution is what you owe to
all the genuine people you knew.
If you still can't acknowledge that you
chose to nurture your demons before
all the genuine people you knew,
then don't come around here anymore.
A genuine smile joyfully gives to a day
Much more value than one really knows
It's more than the gold light of the sun
More soothing than the moons soft glow
It reaches down deep within one's soul
Making such inspired feelings to arise
It makes a heart's flame leap forward
From the dormant place where it did lie
It causes a young heart to begin to pound
And it brings about a shortness of breath
It adds new meaning to life in one's mind
Along with a glow that will always last
It's a treasure chest full of beautiful jewels
More valuable than a single pearl of great worth
For a genuine smile is valued so much more
Than any treasure which can be found in the earth.
Wendell A. Brown,
January 2013,
* "You have to have faith,
On the wings of an angel,"
To emotionally cope with a disability
And find other sources of creativity.
Poetry Soup has genuinely inspired me
With many intangible feelings, I can't not explain.
Brightening my days with positive attitudes
When critiquing my not well written poetry.
Poems always missing the rhythmic hold,
The da DUMs to tell the tale and let it unfold.
I've learned so much from all you poetic folks-
Genuine kindness, friendship and much more.
I'm leaving for a few months, I'll miss all of you so.
September third my last of three surgeries I must undergo,
But I'll be back in three to four months,
Unfolding tales and trying to tap out all those darn da DUMs.
Thank you for making me feel like a poetess, that I'm not.
I send all of you a many, many hugs and warm smiles too.
Connie Gildersleeve
August 29, 2013
* "You Have to Have Faith On the Wings of an Angel" was taken from Colleen Bono's "Hidden Thoughts 2" poem
Sam slept through his alarm once again
So dashed to catch the commuter train
But today he is fine
‘Autumn leaves’ block the line
He’s off the hook … his boss can’t complain!
2nd June 2016