Best Giver Poems
"I'm too much of a giver and a lover"
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It's not about defining the perfectness of me
For there is not more to what I can be
in which you expect of me
But to learn to accept this is all there is to me
and where I am in life is perfectly enough for me
I am no less nor more than what is need be
It's about defining how joyful my heart is
For it is filled with love in which I have for you
and hope to be satisfying to your fantasy of perfectionist
Your imagination of perfection is an illusion
You slay me and pressure me for something
I could never be
I am upon my max limit in endurance of your selfishness
But within my heart I love you too much to give you up
Because baby
I'm too much of a giver and a lover
That's defining perfection of love and sharing
For love is what makes us happiest of all
Nothing more... Smile!
Written by, Akkina R Downing
11-5-16
(To give then take)
I shut my eyes for a few seconds today
Missing you, I wished you were here
Then suddenly the walls became dim
My heart murmurs your name
I swallow the tears behind my eyes
Claiming back the wish
Why would I ever let myself fall in love again?
By: PD
Wow, what a gift* so well-presented
Making me absolutely elated
Opening with glee I’m now prompted
With excitement, cheerfully spirited!
Such gift is truly blessing-laden
Lifting away my heavy burden
For its message says I’m fully forgiven
That assures me peace, and abode in heaven!
Thanks for the gift with eternal guaranty
No one can pay its priceless certainty
Since it costs the life of a deity
Who sacrificed Himself for humanity.
I cherish that gift of life’s fullness
Packed with the Giver’s love and faithfulness
May He find me showing my thankfulness
Along my joy to share it with willingness!
*James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
Dear God,
Thanks for Your gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ, the Saviour and Lord. Today, I accept Your gift of grace, as I put my faith in Your Son, Jesus Christ, Who died on the cross, was buried and rose again to pay for the penalty of my sins. Please forgive my sins, while I repent, believing that only You can assure me of heaven. I thank and praise You so much.
April 13, 2018
1st Place, "Contest No. 465..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/15/2018.
Featured among PS Poems of the week, December 4-10, 2022.
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The Indian Healer gathered willow
Dried medicinal bark like dried tallow
When fever came to the camp
Small dose when with fever damp
Relieves many of tribe from the deathblow
Lights of the city are twinkling across
arches of the rivers and shining down
as if to illuminate the jolly path
of the old man known as Father Christmas-
Kris Kringle-Santa Claus or Saint Nick
tonight tumbling onto the rooftops -
clattering down many smokeless chimneys
carrying his velveteen sack of gifts.
Santa forget my gifts this year-I'd rather
you give them to someone in need.
Bless some child and teach him to smile.
Take my abundance and feed the hungry-
wrap them up tight in my down feather coat.
My wish is that they hear the music I hear-
find their voice and sing "Silent Night".
I'll be their harmony and their strength.
Sinterklaas-take the afflicted and allow
the Lord to make them whole once more.
Don't let them flounder or look backwards.
Dry their eyes and show them the light
of a vibrant future-a hopeful dawn.
Let a merry Christmas be mine to share
with every jingle of silver bells
and the richest fragrance the yuletide brings.
There was a fella I knew who worked with hammer and chisel
Made carvings in wood that could make your eyes sizzle.
One day he brought a carving to the store
Where they sell tobacco, cigarettes, cigars, and more...
And there it stands beckoning, even in a drizzle.
Way back in the years you gave to me your heart..
Yanked it back so fast before it could even start..
I pitter pattered through my mind to see what went wrong..
I questioned my inner mind to just see where I belong..
A gift so special torn away , the pain like a piercing dart..
P.D. Indian Giver Contest
A monstrosity
of misfortune
materializes
against him.
He should've
seen it coming.
He takes his girl
for granted;
apologizing
and pacifying her
with pricey gifts.
His fed-up lady
looks for love
elsewhere;
She eventually finds it
with another man.
his heart hollowed out;
dynamited
with a deafening bang!
Expensive gifts given
out of love for her,
he demands back.
--A gold bracelet
for her belated birthday.
--A ruby-red promise ring
to fuel their fading fire.
--The Pomeranian puppy
to mark their third
year of togetherness.
Someone's bitter!
gifts Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date written: 06/18/2020
You gave us food and we took your land
It's not right to make promises grand
We took all your stuff
Till you said enough --
And gave General Custer his last stand
He promised to love me forever
Then again he was just being clever
He took back his love
So I gave him a shove
Headfirst in cow dung-my endeavor!
** for Indian Giver contest
sponsored by(Destroyer ((Poet
Ram followed “Indian Giver” as poet
By entering a poem in contest
Results declared by sponsor
He was not a winner
Took back his poem from the contest.
Sponsor wrote don’t mind withdrawal
I have used your poem after all.
Thanks for your entry
Help complete registry
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Dr.Ram Mehta
This is not personal write. It is purely fictional:
I was inspired reading on the term"Indian Giver"
and have tried to draw essence and humor from it.
There are two popular etymologies for this term for a person who gives a
gift only to later demand its return. The first is that it is based on an unfair
stereotype of Native Americans, that they don't keep their word.
In the other popular explanation, the term doesn't cast aspersions on
Native Americans, instead it echoes the broken promises the whites
made to the Indians. Neither is accurate.
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Contest: Indian Giver by P.D.
And she came on an even with a basket of grapes
While her smiles reflected in the purplish drupe
She said “A treat for your melodious voice
A gesture for helping me with my choir’s songs.”
And so I took the present home
Shared with my sweet sisters, dad and mom
But as they ate them all up
I realized I had more than enough
The fruit may have been all eaten up
But the seeds are left on the stall
We met again, there were grapes and more
And the seed of friendship we come to nurture.
Through all the years her vineyard flourished
Valentine’s, Christmas, birthdays I was nourished
Her love and care kept enduring
Return to her a hundredfold was all my wishing.
You grape-giver are half-human, half-divine
Heaven-sent on the tenth of July
I scribbled this poetry with the ink of thy vine
For on this day my thanks are all thine.
Happy birthday, Gorgeous Melitte!
Thomas Hutchinson noted the saying
Most Indians used barter for paying
The message is spoken
Exchange for a token
Indians dislike this write
PoetDestroyer is the name of she
and she's under the delusion that she crushed me,
but an Indian Giver is yours truly.
I take back my slam crown of royalty.
Not a limerick my little slam queen nemisis?
No need to get yourself all distressed
I'm an Indian Giver, remember? I withdraw from your contest.
By the way, "Indian Giver" isn't politically correct.
Hi P D. Nice to see ya again.
*TheKidsterWasHere*
Caresses on his back made him quiver.
Enticingly, she said, “Love, come hither.”
Warm fingers rubbed his spine.
Her kisses felt so fine.
An Indian princess was his giver.
© December 10, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen