Best Grow Poems
THE FLOWERS WILL GROW AGAIN
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quietly the daffodils wait,
a hushed congregation,
their voices silent beneath the earth.
I stand on the frozen ground, shimmering,
my breath caught in the throat of winter,
watching the skeletal trees claw at a gray sky.
I walk through the barren garden,
winter’s grey skies weeping a soft lament,
and wonder, “Does spring remember us?”
from my frost-covered window I wait,
my heart softening with hope
as the sun slowly, steadily returns.
then, I hear a slight tremor,
see a green spear piercing the earth's crust~
a defiant flag in the face of winter’s retreat.
I step outside, kneeling in the damp earth,
ears to the ground, listening intensely,
hoping I’ll hear them.
then, the trumpets silently call,
a sound unheard by most,
resonates in my winter-weary soul.
overnight the daffodils emerge,
spring’s sunlight and hope,
captured in fragile yellow cups.
they herald a simple yet profound truth,
one I almost forgot,
“the flowers, like hope, will grow again.”
(Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian ~ March 2020)
Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.
The wind intrudes on chain of mellow thoughts;
it sifts through youthful zest deprived of guile.
With gaze serene she twirls a lock of hair
as lips betray a fleeting wistful smile.
Though far away, his presence lingers near;
his kiss like sunlight’s warmth on shoulders bare.
It seems to her, he whispers in her ear.
She breathes the fragrance of his tender care.
A sigh escapes her lips as she recalls
his body close to hers in moonlit night.
The promise that he made before goodbye
now makes her quiver with a strange delight.
For she has yet to know the fervent thrill
that overtakes the soul in love's embrace.
On his return, he’ll claim her for his own
but now each nymph of nature wears his face.
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© A Callman collaboration~ March 2020
Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent,
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.
The wind intrudes on chain of mellow thoughts;
it sifts through youthful zest deprived of guile.
With gaze serene, she twirls a lock of hair
as lips betray a fleeting wistful smile.
Though far away, his presence lingers near;
his kiss like sunlight’s warmth on shoulders bare.
It seems to her, he whispers in her ear.
She breathes the fragrance of his tender care.
A sigh escapes her lips as she recalls
his body close to hers in moonlit night.
The promise that he made before goodbye
now makes her quiver with a strange delight.
For she has yet to know the fervent thrill
that overtakes the soul in love's embrace.
On his return, he’ll claim her for his own,
but now each nymph of nature wears his face.
A Callman Collaboration
Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian
How could you get old, Daddy?
That's not supposed to happen
I'm your little girl
I can't see the stooped shoulders
I can't see the ravages of time, Daddy
Please don't get old
You were larger than life to me
Your word was gospel truth
I'd sit on your lap and fall to sleep
Knowing I was safe and sound
I'd play with your hair
and hear you sing
With that rich mellow voice
You were my comfort and strength, Daddy
Don't get old
Please!
I saw you take care of Mom
All those many years
Bathing
Changing
Brushing her hair
Cooking for us kids
Daddy...
It was so hard to see her go from bad to worse
I knew she was going to die
You were the love birds...
Why did she have to die?
It's been fifteen years, Daddy
I've already lost one parent....
I can't even begin to think....
No, don't get old, Daddy
Don't....leave me
I love you!!!
I understood the love of God
Because of your love, Daddy
Please, don't get old
Eileen Manassian
My dad is visiting me from Cyprus. Ever time he comes to visit, I see a change in him. He'll turn 79 on March 12. he is in great health, but...I can't bear the thought of a time when....I can't bear the thought. May God keep him for me for longer....My father is an educator and pastor. He has his doctorate degree in Education and his MA in theology. He is my rock. I adore the man. He also is an author, and Yes, he writes poetry. Maybe later I'll post a poem he wrote about my birth! :)
Dawn peeks over the hill and I.
The lemon lights stretch the shadows.
The beasts and wee birds grumble and fly,
each seeking food, and so do I.
My stomach growls at cocks reply
the cows in the pasture all low.
We sit with tea just he and I
watching the sun grow the shadow.
*Zeugma line 1 Dawn peeks over the HILL.
Dawn peeks over the I.
9/2/14
A dream can grow in the darkest places,
even when others lay shattered and dead,
no matter how long and twisted the roots,
dreams can still grow when tears are shed.
It will flower out of the muddy ground,
no matter how impossible it may seem,
and vine and wind around the stoney paths,
as it flourishes to chase the sunbeam.
A dream can grow from almost anywhere,
stunted only by what imagination can feed,
the vision becomes planted deep in the mind,
and will live when your heart is the seed.
Of this, I've always wanted to write
How hard it is to grow up white
The very idea makes people uptight
Enough to cause a gigantic fight...
In this, the age of the diverse
There isn't much that could be worse
White skin's a plague, a veritable curse
It almost seems to be perverse...
So I've put this off as long as I can
Knowing the flames that it would fan
And how it would be roundly panned
If not utterly and completely banned...
Yet now's the time for a principled stand
This is the moment; here is my plan:
I stroll every day 'neath the sun in the sand
~ To turn my stubbornly white skin tan
September 05, 2019
Write the Poem You Have Always Wanted To Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Cold the winter's sun, in haze enveloped
Ice crystal's daggers atop the glistening snow
Still his once-beating heart, portals shuttered
Stopped his proud shoulders, in the face of the storm
Ice crystal's daggers atop the glistening snow
Trudged he onward, relentless, destiny unknown
Stooped his proud shoulders, in the face of the storm
Sought he a sign, an omen, so hope could grow
Trudged he onward, relentless, destiny unknown
Eye-tearing winds gathered around him
Sought he a sign, an omen, so hope could grow
As twilight drew closer, no let-up of snow
What was this, in his path, a flower did bloom
As night descended, his heart beat anew
He inhaled of the flower, his face lit up, all aglow
His shoulders again straight, hope did they show
As night descended, his heart beat anew
Ice crystal's daggers atop glistening snow
His shoulders again straight, hope did they show
Marched he onward, defiant, atop glistening snow
Kindness does not cost a single penny,
but with kind deeds you can touch so many;
sometimes all that's needed is to say hello,
and that will make a sad persons soul glow.
Perhaps a gesture offered to the poor,
to old people, the young, the sick and more;
the more kindness you give your soul will grow,
and your inner beauty will overflow.
Be the kind soothing words that someone needs,
hold a sad hand while their weeping sorrow bleeds;
do some simple thing to change their day,
do something that will make them find their way.
Be their sunshine and give them hope;
maybe one day you will be the one unable to cope.
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June 7, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Be Kind and Grow
Copyright Protected/ID 20-1258-832-03
Constance La France, 2020, All Rights Reserved.
Written for the Premier contest, Kindness
sponsor, Regina Riddle
First Place
Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
Like sentinels -stone-fixed to the ground.
The wind like a shroud wraps around them,
Enshrining each space where they're found.
Stone guardians stand at attention,
Into the distance -row after row.
O' mourn those hallowed internments,
Where our heroes are resting below.
Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
With their numbers increasing with years.
And graves that are drenched by the weeping,
Will never run dry of our tears.
Now the soil is the dead's lonely blanket,
Below - and everlasting - at rest.
Those keepers -yes -all those white crosses,
Announcing -'Here lie the Best of the Best.'
Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
All those warriors were yields of our lives.
And the harvest of what all wars cost us,
Are plowed under and nothing survives.
There is green lawn laid like a carpet,
That covers our heroes repose.
Outstreched are the arms of the crosses,
In a garden where nothing else grows.
Breathless beauty shine bright tonight
my loving arms will hold you tight
no wind, no storm, no evil tide
will whisk you away from my side
I'll fly you to a land where eagles soar
where mountains climb from the shore
guide you to a meadow where nature plays
where geysers spout most every day
show you a place where the buffalo roam
where a simple man can make a home
we'll sail the sea under star filled skies
gazing deeply into those caramelized eyes
we'll have no worries, we'll be carefree
so take my hand and grow old with me
When I was a little kid
I used to wonder what the world would be like,
I never counted the possibility
That I would see a head on a spike.
As I looked at the world
I saw an array of opportunities,
But I disregarded the possibility
That it could be a maze with infinite uncertainties.
I grew up believing
That maturity is what I seek,
But now that I am adolescent
I feel age is an unwanted weed.
Overlooking the age factor
I wanna stay a kid forever now,
I don’t want to become boring like others
I want to stay away from adulthood - but how?
Now that I am on the line between
A carefree childhood and a distressed adult,
Now I get to choose who I am and who I want to be;
Because I realise that childhood is not affected by age,
The heart of a child could be present even in the body of an old sage.
When I was a little boy
I was fed lies constantly,
I grew up knowing
That one only needs hardwork and success will come freely .
I grew up listening
That hardwork is the only constraint success had,
Now that I realise,
I was a fool to believe that;
I grew up believing
That a tortoise, slow and steady, wins the race,
But it was never taught
To be fast and furious, to pick up your pace.
You need time, you need intellect
You need to free yourself from the work of the world,
Stop listening to others and be responsible
‘cause to achieve success you need to be a full package together furled.
Childhood doesn’t end when you start worrying,
Nor does maturity come when you start caring;
It is just curiosity which is the only fence,
It is your will which makes all the difference.
Don’t be naïve in your view of the world,
Don’t feed lies to the future, the children;
Let them feel the reality so that they are prepared ,
Don’t just give up already, the problems have just begun.
Allow yourself to live
Worries only keep you busy
Thinking
With a fear of an unknown
Wasting precious time away
To grief
That don't help spiritual growth
As is also a path of life
A rare truth
Allow yourself to grow
You can't grow with out yourself
So you can't live without yourself
Life in return can't come without you
If truly it so be
Allow yourself to grow
Plant can't be grown
With out it seed
Either can a tree stand
With out it root
So change can't be
With out you
Allow your self to grow
The biggest enemy of human
Is fear
as the biggest mystery of
Man start from fear
Life is a beautiful thing
So it moments has a lot to say
It can't be easy when you have
To live
So growth don't come in a time
Time answers every doubt
For with out fear
The mind is free
only on this time
you could
Allow yourself to grow
"Boy! We're gonna be the best of friends!
Lying here, I watch you sleeping,
I sure hope that this will not be a trend
'Cause when we play ball,the goal you'll be keeping
Since Mommy told me you would be coming
I've been waiting for a very long time
Now each day I see how much you're growing
Imagine the joy of knowing you're here and are mine!
From the first moment you arrived home
I've noticed when you sleep, time goes pretty slow
And sometimes, you seem to sleep just like a stone!
But that's ok! Mommy says sleeping makes you grow
I smile as I imagine the two of us at play
And picture in my mind the many things we'd learn
We'll pet horses at the zoo and feed them hay
Come Christmas we'll buy gifts with money we'll earn
I love you, my 'lil brother, Lucas
I wish you'd hurry up and grow
Yes, we will be causing some rocus
I'll teach you all you need to know!"
~*~
By Annalise 04/29/11
FOR: Miranda Lambert's "Brotherly Love" Contest (Inspired by photo of Logan as he watches his baby brother, Lucas sleeping)
our doubts fade away
when our focal point becomes
positivity
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