Best Give Out Poems
Quote By Poet "What I have learned, peacemakers are everything."
My truths shall set me free,
to be the creative person I must be.
Always free to live the life God wants for me,
the life to show Him I do care for Him.
Truth can come in many sizes,
it is all about how we look at our life.
My truth about giving and receiving one's love is priceless,
some things in life one cannot put a price on.
Love in deeds and words are a must,
I will not give out pain.
For that is what this world so freely gives out,
my truth wants to live in peace and kindness daily.
Showing I care for the world,
my truth and Thee shall always be alive.
Categories:
give out, freedom, giving, life, love,
Form:
Verse
1
The personal is boring
as are my ruminations on the war.
What I need to do I can't try:
wander without shelter in the backcountry.
Or go deeper into the polity,
join a committee or a party.
Minute by minute and season to season
I like my life but what does it add up to, what reason
to go on? No better than a squirrel
or a spider. Spreadsheets, fake books, girls
I want too mildly, modestly or morally to have.
Can the economy and community be called love?
You can be killed and buried in gravel
Your children can be failed at school and marched to war
You can be taxed and sent to gaol for the honor of it
And there's nothing you can do about it.
Will we find the universe not large enough to hold us?
Will planet after planet be too old for us?
If you were president, what would your program be?
What one question is the key
to another's truth. How do you spend your money?
Do you believe in a god who can see
all and understand? Or is he
unable to care, a different species.
2
We take the long view
that as individuals drop
from sight, new enthusiasts
will associate. Legs
give out, lungs collapse,
but we do not let the circle lapse.
For every Aristotle
there are a million toddlers
who will advance no memorable
theories. But the mist
on trees and mountains,
sunrise over desert, are for
every merchant, traveler.
My sons will take on cares,
which toys are theirs,
as their parents grow
older. Slowness brings us
to our goal: do one thing well.
By that what is meant?
Don't be a dilettante.
Not having found the greatness
of a single, clear description,
definition, the greatness comes in
doing everyday what's known.
Categories:
give out, beautiful, care, god, life,
Form:
Verse
My legs give out
and I sink
onto the grassy blanket,
whose thorns feel like velvet
against parched skin.
I close my eyes and
d
r
i
f
t
away..
from this cruel confinement
where fleeting time waits for none.
I am drawn awake.
It’s that feeling all over again.
It allays my ears,
casting away the shrieks and screams
that haunt them.
This is the muse the world needs.
Melodies and lyrics are stars
to its a
b
y
s
s.
The music bewitches,
I tiptoe on notes
dancing in octaves.
I call the tune ~ I shall stay here
until the music dies.
For in the mansion beside my run-down hut,
they begin
to blow the trumpet.
Categories:
give out, inspiration, music, world,
Form:
Free verse
Public transpo buses are a poor man's taxicab,
but you can't hail a ride when you need one
You must sit and wait on a wooden street slab
Buses are municipal elephants
that move on asphalt trails
If one arrives on schedule, then all is well
Drop the money into the pay slot,
and get taken to that menial job you got
But marginal income don't motivate you a lot
Yet, be glad you're one of the fortunate few
that has a cool bus driver who loves to skirt the rules
He will tell you to call him Zeke
Not mister, not sir
Just Zeke
Thirty years, he says he's been
on the urban safari beat
Says he's seen it all
on the jungle concrete streets
Zeke loves to laugh a lot,
he loves to give out friendly hellos
And Zeke really loves helping
the disabled and old widows
Next time you're in his city,
take a chance and ride poor
If you meet Zeke, you'll be richer for sure
Categories:
give out, happy, humorous, jobs,
Form:
Light Verse
Sally, with her warm pink tongue of love
Save from excruciating pain by God above
Expressed doggie love the only way she could
Her fireman savior received her love as he should
God’s love pours out even in Sally’s most unique way
She refused not God’s request to return love that day
Most assuredly her gratitude was expressed to say,
“Thank you master fireman for your compassionate way!"
Sally’s most unusual love by action goes on to say…
“Fireman a special breed, thanks for saving my seed...
Should a man best friend be left alone in a pen
For days on end without food, water or friend
Domesticated, their wild nature having been abated
Mistreated and abused, creatures of love refused?"
Should not all humanity learn to give love as she
Pets give out service of God’s love to you and me
They present their flesh, altho their heads are bashed
Pets provide pleasure, are abused beyond measure!
Sally sums it all up, offering of her tongue a sup,
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”
Sally’s isn’t a pet by choice, she hasn’t any voice
Her Message made possible in a tongue from above!
From Sally and family love!
For Contest: Doggy Gratitude
This Poem is Dedicated to and in honor of
our beloved J.J. Especially for her first contest!
"Enjoy Sweet Lady!"
Categories:
give out, motherlove,
Form:
Rhyme
One year I spent Halloween in New York City.
O Henry was the name of my taxi driver. I told
him to Take 5 while I stopped in a candy store
for some favorite candies to give out for the
Trick or treaters I would encounter that night.
My kids always loved Skittles and Nerds, but
my husband prefers Kit Kat bars Now and Later.
My choice has always been Mounds because I
adore coconut. I paid the Chunky clerk and hurried
back to to the taxi with my arms full of candy.
It was already twilight as we passed 5th Avenue.
Mr. Goodbar, my boss, was waiting for me at the
hotel as we drove down an older Rocky Road.
I was on a business trip, but I had time off to
enjoy the evening on Halloween. I got into my
Jolly Rancher costume. Pay Day left me with
plenty of funds to give out candy to every kid
making the rounds on the streets, so I intended
to have a candy Spree with lots of Snickers.
Some of the kids were little Smarties, but I still
had fun passing out a Skor, Bar None. I passed
Three Musketeers in gorgeous costumes on the
street and as the night wore on and the Air Heads
began to get scary, I had enough. I had Zero
candy left anyway. I walked back to the hotel like
a Slo Poke gazing up at our Galaxy, the Milky Way,
and I viewed a Starburst which capped my night
with Almond Joy!
10-10-18
How Sweet It Is Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carol Connell
Categories:
give out, candy,
Form:
Narrative
You stare at me with vapid eyes,
That once were bright and clear.
You don't recognize me now,
My voice you barely hear.
This empty shell that's lying here,
Isn't the mother that I knew,
And it's tearing me apart inside.
Why did this happen to you?
You're the one who gave me life,
You taught and raised me well.
I couldn't ask for a better Mom,
And seeing you like this is hell!
We used to talk and laugh together,
Going shopping was a treat.
You loved to smile and give out hugs,
To every friend we'd meet.
But now you barely speak a word,
You look but you don't see,
And when I try and hug you,
You shrug away from me.
It's torture watching you fade away,
Knowing there's nothing I can do.
Do you even understand what I'm saying,
When I tell you "I love you" ?
How horrid and cruel this disease is,
Destroying every cell in your brain,
Stealing all of your memories,
And causing so much sorrow and pain.
I keep hoping one morning I'll waken,
And find its all been a bad dream,
But reality steps in and betrays me,
Making me want to scream!
My precious Mother, I miss you.
I miss your tender kiss on my brow.
I miss your sweet words of wisdom.
How I wish you had some for me now.
7/25/12
Kim Merryman
For PD's Second Chance contest
(this is a work of fiction)
Categories:
give out, loss, me, mother,
Form:
Quatrain
Snowflakes are falling, it's late on Christmas Eve
Poor Rudolph’s sleigh is stuck fast in the snow
It’s gridlock on the roads and Rudolph can’t leave
The traffic lights are green, but no vehicles can go
Tears run down his nose and it glows bright red
His sleigh has gifts, which Santa needs to give out
to good children who are asleep in their bed -
Rudolph must not be late, or Santa will shout!
An old man winds down the window of his truck
Then he whispers to Rudolph to quickly dry his tears
He produces a snow shovel; Rudolph is in luck
Santa has promised him one for the sleigh for years!
They worked quickly and soon the sleigh is free
Rudolph took off high into the evening sky
He heads for the North Pole and crosses the sea
Under cover of darkness, no one can see him fly
Santa is delighted when the sleigh comes to land
Soon the other reindeer are hitched to the sleigh
Rudolph tells Santa a stranger gave him a hand
And how he helped to clear all the snow away
Mrs Claus chooses a gift to repay his kindness
And Santa delivers it to the old man’s front door
There’s no note on the gift but the man can guess
As the sleigh’s runner marks were not there before!
N/A in original Christmas Rhymes Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
submitted into a stunner 2017 by Line Gauthier
11-27-17
Categories:
give out, christmas, kids, fun, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head,
Watching her chest rise and fall,
Her precious lips poised for her next feeding.
I wonder if this is my last sleepless night spent drinking in her infantile perfection.
My little girl starts Kindergarten today,
Pretty plaid dress and sparkly shoes,
A backpack with her favorite princess on it.
I wonder if this is my last time knowing that she’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss her.
I just left my beautiful protege at college,
A new dorm room with movie posters
And everything important to her proudly displayed.
I wonder if this is the last time she’ll call our house her home.
The amazing woman I birthed is 23.
Cancer now consumes her body
And my time, driving to chemo, holding her hand, praying until my knees give out.
I wonder if this is the last treatment — the one that will end her pain.
I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head,
Reminded of when she was a newborn.
But this time I’m not feeling the joy, only fear.
I wonder if this will be the last time I hold this exceptional soul in my arms.
I stare at the lovely woman beneath my tree,
Her short, curly hair a welcome change,
Making her blue eyes sparkle even more than the Christmas lights.
And I am certain this will not be the last time I thank my God for a miracle.
Categories:
give out, cancer, daughter, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
Alone she sits at a table for two
In the corner bistro off Main
Cole Porter’s "I’ve Got You under My Skin"
Wafts softly throughout the room
After hours of lingering hope
She watches happy clients come and go
Bubbles of happiness fill their chatter
Laughter walks out trailing behind
Alone she sits and surveys the room
Even the wait staff now seems scarce
Time has vanished like steam in air
A waiter hints it is closing time
Table lights now give out a faint glow
Too much to bare, she decides to leave
But…O, how she loves him so! And though it's late
Still, she stalls… perhaps he will show up soon
10/'09
For Brian Strand's Contest-A haiga to Edward Hopper's "Automat"
Categories:
give out, fantasy, hope, love, sad,
Form:
Narrative
If I must run for my life, I’m a dead duck
These old worn-out hips will give out quick
Time came when my arthritis was undeniable
When I walk now, I hear my knees click.
I’m thinking I should consider replacements
Those newfangled techniques are superb,
I saw an old lady with brand new hip joints
Kick an unwitting purse snatcher to the curb.
Written September 4, 2022
Categories:
give out, fun, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
As I stare into the night,
I admire the star-packed sky.
The bright twinkling stars give out light,
Piercing the darkness for us to see by.
How different it is from the day,
When I enjoy the fresh morning air.
During the springtime in May,
Watching a happy, playful hare.
Flowers are starting to bloom,
The birds are singing in joy.
Springtime is a time of no gloom,
I am out to enjoy.
Soon spring turns into summer,
Away from the sun I turn.
In sweltering heat I murmur,
That I will suffer sunburns.
Summer turns into autumn,
The leaves are starting to fall.
The leaves turn colors: yellow and auburn,
Halloween ornaments deck the malls.
Autumn slides into winter,
Sparkling white snow for people to admire.
Everyone starts to collect timber,
To snooze by a cozy fire.
Into the cozy room I peep,
My little brother is sound asleep.
Categories:
give out, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
One day each year we must celebrate love, Valentine's day is almost here. To show love for the ones we love, with cards-candy and flowers. How about the rest of the year,
does this mean we do not love. Love needs to be each day of the year, for us-friends and family. Valentine's day is almost here, but why wait to do something loving. Today surprise someone with a card-candy or flowers, I bet you will make their day. When we give out love, love will return back. If someone can't return with a gift, that is OK because you gave love out into the world. Love can go a long way, let's try to make it Valentine's Day everyday.
Date Written: 1/30/2021
1 Place
ALL YOURS (Feb 10)Contest Judged: 2/10/2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
give out, love, valentines day,
Form:
Verse
Righteous Father hold me
With my heart remold me
Embrace this my vessel
Please just love me
Console me captivate myself
Increase your breath of life in me
Mighty awesome come before me
Please just love me
I am your patched up vessel
Pour into me
Fill me within your goodness
Renew me my mind, body and soul
Give me your love to give out
I love you Father, Daddy take me higher
Mistaken misfortune sinner
Guilty broken forgiven enriched salvation
solid in my Redemption repented learnt lessons
In my downs now I am up...yet in still
Yet you just love me
1/27/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
Categories:
give out, analogy, animal, caregiving, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Weeping Willow weeps,
streams capturing the souls of life.
Raw, dark, lonely, no escape,
deer visit mostly.
People stop by all the time,
bearing flowers to give out.
Crying sadness,
yearning for understanding.
Rack your brain for a reason.
All that sits there now,
is a headstone on the ground,
with memories all around.
Categories:
give out, life
Form:
Choka