Best Grows Poems
Between the rows and rows of tombs of your beloved gone
I cover all the bones that lay beneath me-
I am the grass that grows.
Soft and green in sun and rain and when ice falls down, down
I rest peaceful under the pristine winter snow
for no footsteps break my smoothness
when fierce wild winds blow.
I am the grass that grows.
Come sad mourners in spring to weep and bring roses red
rest on my velvety smoothness and pray
do you hear the quiet whispers of the beloved bones beneath.
I am the grass that grows.
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April 2, 2018
Poetry/Personification/I am the Grass That Grows
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1009728-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, It's A Shorty
sponsor, Deborah Guenther Beachboard
First Place
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Poem of the Day - April 4, 2018
Where clover grows and rivers wind
Across green meadows, daisies find
A honeycomb"s sweet pattern weaves
Around the tulips graceful sleeves
In pastel clouds of blue combined
With pinks and purples unconfined
Yellow following close behind
And winter's sister takes her leave
Where clover grows
As hummingbirds and bees remind
Cruel April also can be kind
Wings bloom as butterflies believe
A warmer land offers reprieve
And spring arrives in sunlit minds
Where clover grows.
4/30/22
In this field of plantation;
Where I walk and plant various
parts of myself around this
world;
I sometimes look back and notice
the trail;
I recognize the lettuce of charity
I’ve grown constantly through the
years,
the tomatoes of kindness which
resonates red to the world,
For as the blood flows within my
temple,
Kindness will always be found
here;
Also my celery of respect remains
long,
And continues growing as much as I
do;
And yet for all these positive elements
I’ve learned to express to my
environment;
Occasionally I plant a bad seed which
poison’s the essence of my entire
being;
And for that, I apologize.
Although a perfectionist in small doses I
am not perfect,
And as a result my garden of Eden
contains more infamous fruit then I
would want,
Stemming from lack of growth in my
maturity plant;
While a few of any negative offspring
have cultivated,
None have been more consistent in growth
than my deception seed.
Unfortunately as I’ve grown into
adulthood,
So has my subconscious lying,
Sadly after a while you don’t even
realize that it still sleeps in your
field,
And as a human constantly harvesting
you learn to accept it;
However evolution never grows
old,
And even a perfect saint contains a
lifetime of imperfect downfalls,
So while I’m familiar with deception,
It is those virtuous seeds that grow
within me,
That are parallel with my height
and with that, I’m content.
God never asked for our field to be
perfect,
But to show progression,
So that it could display many of lives
lessons,
And as my life continues adding up,
I can promise the world that my
dark seeds subtract simultaneously;
But yet I understand we’re all human,
And we must reap what we
sow,
Therefore I’m hoping that my seeds of
empowerment in the form of black eyed
peas, fall into my neighbors field,
Thereby enriching their lives for yet another
season.
Darling,
Forty seven years ago, young and in love.
We fell in love on the Bobo-lo Boat.
A mutual acquaintance arranged our date.
I was eighteen and you were twenty.
You took my breath away as our eyes met,
And I must say Dear, you still do today.
Way too young to marry our parents pled mercifully.
We insisted, married, and then you went away.
The Vietnam War parted us physically,
But our love letters tied our hearts-
Tears, warm feelings in waiting hearts.
Many decades have past since our first date.
Love was worth fighting for, being brave for.
We've been through the good and the ugly.
We've learned, and built, and grew together.
I believe our true love conquered it all.
I adore seeing old people still in love-
Smiling, holding hands, and talking,
Opening a door for his sweet girl,
A gentle touch and a kiss on her crepe cheek,
Then I remember we're the old people, my dear.
Our hearts still tied together with love,
Even after all these years.
Forever Always my darling.
For Heather Ober's contest, 'Love Letters'
And For Gail Doyle's contest, 'Reflections Of You'
Rose petals blossoming out from the heart softly silk
starbursts brightly sitting a regal flower kissed
By loving sunshine sweet glowing beauty dances
your delicate curling petals so beautiful
Like a butterfly's wings fluttering eyelids mist
engaged upon a glance sweet fragrance whispered dew
Embalmed by the perfume of such treasure found gift
it is here that an arrow of gold strikes home dear
sweet velvet corolla crumples fragile breathless
As time slips by...
and each year comes and goes...
My oh my!
how my love for you grows.
On the rug down by the fire
I place butterfly kisses on your neck
Devoted eyes devour you
With each and every peck,
As I hover above you
Flames flickering in the grate
Our lips the merest touch away
From the kiss we eagerly await.
We feel the passion building
As ever deeper grows our kiss
We feel the urge to tear at clothing
but expert fingers will resist,
Shirt and blouse buttons popping
Fuel our passionate intensity
Now there can be no stopping
The spark that flies from you to me.
Like a favoured steed I'm ridden
With a slow but sexy skill
I'm content to do your bidding
As you ride me harder still .
Breathless whispers encourage
My stamina is unsurpassed
Until that sweet and tender moment
At last , At last , At last.
I think I know the reason
For passion such as this
The secret lies in knowing
The power of the kiss.
Beneath the sunlit willow lies a rose,
a pink surprise in the morning dew light,
fresh and quietly she tenderly grows.
She's as sensitive as a poet's prose,
God’s gifted us with a marvelous sight,
beneath the sunlit willow lies a rose.
Yesterday morn’ in comfort she arose,
petals flourishing in God’s sweet delight,
fresh and quietly she tenderly grows.
She enlivens with day beams when morose,
blooms with elegance like pigeons in flight,
beneath the sunlit willow lies a rose.
During sundown when she decides to close,
she sleeps gently throughout the starlit night,
fresh and quietly she tenderly grows.
Nourishing beauty when she does expose,
blossoming with efflorescence so bright,
beneath the sunlit willow lies a rose,
fresh and quietly she tenderly grows.
Date Written: June 19, 2016
Stretched along the silent winter garden
thrives a cold, dark dirt blanketed in olive decaying leaves.
Beneath the food of natural fertilizers, life emerges from its long hushed sleep
in sprouts of pale yellowed seafoam tender tiny greenery
with shoots of seaweed blue tinged daffodills
that push aside the hued lime grass carpeting.
The faded colors lost in the long white winter, rises,
in emerald peekings of a snowdrop wrapped in hazel eyed hues,
lush colors bleed into the awaiting shamrock meadow below,
escaping the melting and discolored snow.
Life springs forward to welcome the new season.
along the roof moss grows freely along the edge in pickled shades
thriving and living as a neon florescence in the sun
and the world is once again,
reborn to pistachio and clover imagery
lying where the green grass grows again.
A tree grows tall
grows strong
braves all
the good
the bad
sometimes I'm not a tree
First there is the bud
And when it ripens the scent
Sends you ecstasy
(This I know happens to me when I dwell on things and know I am "pushing" my writing and trying too hard, then any quality goes downhill, but I learn from each and every one. It's difficult for me to write daily like so so many others!!)
A Love that Grows Stronger
Never thought we would make it
Never thought this far
our love is rare
like a shooting star
It was mid-December
brisk cold was in the air
yet I didn't have a care
tossed a hail mary and said a prayer
Felt something different that night
shyness, nervous but all was alright
felt like you were the one
felt like I had won
Few days later and now New Years Eve
my heart pounding all along my sleeve
never felt like this before
this is a woman I adore
She wasn't close, lived far away
so I visited and decided to stay
our love grew fonder by the day
want to be with her until old and gray
Quarter of a century later
our love couldn't be greater
still growing, so many years later
Couldn't live without you, never
our love meant to last forever
a ring and a vow made you mine
I'll love you til the end of time
A scent of panic in the air
The taste of gunfire everywhere
The ground is littered with despair
Heroes' nightmares lit by flares
Tanks burning in the mud
Fallen troops oozing blood
Cries and shouts split the skies
Forlorn pleas to stay good-byes
Years pass, the grass grows long
Battles fade to maudlin songs
Earth returns to timeless glory
Stilling whispers of all things gory
Weeding
When weeds grow on love
We spend time weeding not loving
And before we realize the rains are gone
The land is dry and the love is dying.
When love grows on weed
We spend time loving not weeding
And before we realize the rains are back
The weed is gone and the love is thriving .
So long I've cried
My tears have dried
I don't know what to do
I've broke my heart
Feel torn apart
I wish it were not true
I laugh no more
My life's a bore
I long for something else
My hope is lost
Peace upside tossed
In despair, my heart melts
I come to You
Lord, see me through
This tough time in my life
Where can I go?
You only know
The reason for my strife
I trust in Thee
Please set me free
From clutches of sad streak
Do light my way
Let me not stray
From Thee when faith grows weak