Best Hallmark Poems
Hallmark moments:
I like your face
Your flaxen hair
Your remind me of
My old grey mare
You skin is soft
Your eyes are blue
But I hear you wear
A size twelve shoe
I see your mother
In your face
Remind me not
to forget my mace
You are a special
love, my hon
If only you didn't
weigh a ton
You are the fairest
of all maids
Its such a shame
You gave me Aids
Your Gothic look
and tasty lips
Make me want
to bring my whips
You left me on
that April day
I never dreamed
You might be gay
You made me
swoon
You made me sigh
I never thought
you were a guy
An Obscenity Trial
by Michael R. Burch
The defendant was a poet held in many iron restraints
against whom several critics cited numerous complaints.
They accused him of trying to reach the "common crowd,"
and they said his poems incited recitals far too loud.
The prosecutor alleged himself most stylish and best-dressed;
it seems he’d never lost a case, nor really once been pressed.
He was known far and wide for intensely hating clarity;
twelve dilettantes at once declared the defendant another fatality.
The judge was an intellectual well-known for his great mind,
though not for being merciful, honest, sane or kind.
Clerics called him the "Hanging Judge" and the critics were his kin.
Bystanders said, "They'll crucify him!" The public was not let in.
The prosecutor began his case
by spitting in the poet's face,
knowing the trial would be a farce.
"It is obscene,"
he screamed,
"to expose the naked heart!"
The recorder (bewildered Society)
greeted this statement with applause.
"This man is no poet.
Just look: his Hallmark shows it.
Why, see, he utilizes rhyme, symmetry and grammar!
He speaks without a stammer!
His sense of rhythm is too fine!
He does not use recondite words
or conjure ancient Latin verbs.
This man is an imposter!
I ask that his sentence be
the almost perceptible indignity
of removal from the Post-Modernistic roster."
The jury left in tears of joy, literally sequestered.
The defendant sighed in mild despair,
"Please, let me answer to my peers."
But how His Honor giggled then,
seeing no poets were let in.
Later, the clashing symbols of their pronouncements drove him mad
and he admitted both rhyme and reason were bad.
***
A well-known poet criticized this poem for being "journalistic." But then the poem is written from the point of view of a journalist who's covering the trial of a poet. The poem was completed by the end of my sophomore year in college.
We Are Who We Are
We are the HFB
All my crazy and loving friends and me,
Everyday I try to relax and chill
And share my day and chat with Jill,
When I’m really down and feeling lowly
My best pick-me-upper is Debbie Ivey,
Mirian’s posts are awesome and she cares
I would love to meet her someday; hugs we will share,
This gal now works nights so we’re missing her at the party
The talented photographer, our caffeine-infused Marty,
Then there’s Katie who’s photos in the light and the dark
Are amazing, and she made me an Adam Lambert bookmark,
Summer Rae used to beg, “please, me, me, me”
Now she’s creating baby number three, Oakley,
Mikki’s had a very busy and winning year
She’s helped me out and I hope she knows I’m always here,
Making videos and winning cards are many
That’s our crazily creative Jenny,
Pet beds were made lovingly by our number one fan
Sandy’s talent is appreciated, especially by Kenn, her man,
Annette’s travels allowed her to meet Debbie L. in Disney
And at her son’s wedding were also Sandy and Jenny,
Bonnie’s wit and charm is reflected in those apples falling from her tree
Hilarious antics and wacky words of wisdom from Brendan and Bailey,
Patrick continues to inspire others and, of course, me
The lifesize model of the notorious PP,
Susan Weiner has become a winner
She’s a very gracious and talented beginner,
The Pattys, Donnas, and Debbies keep us entertained
And we try to keep Cougar Connie contained,
I was collecting books for a special cause
Honored to receive authored books from Connie, Marilyn, and Michelle Dokos
Uplifting posts from Lisa, Deana, Kristi, Rebecca, Jeanie, and Mar
Keep me going with how much they care
Also Leanora, I really do adore ya
And next time I’m on the Jersey sand, I hope to run into Dorann
Thanks to the Hallmark team
For fun competitions, flurries and blurries
Even for second guesses after hitting “submit” and the worries
We’ve all created a great community here
Where strangers have become friends we hold dear
I wrote this for my friends of the HFB on Facebook. I've made more friends since I wrote this in July for Fan Appreciation Month; this is for ALL of you...
We've all seen those Hallmark stories
The ones too good to be true
Where there's a perfect love connection
That fate miraculously brings to you
So will tomorrow just be another day
Of distant dreams and fairy tales
What if...
Love breathes us in
Oh, everything changes
Cupid's dart...
Goes straight through the heart
All the loneliness ends
And a new life begins
When love breathes us in
What if love breathes us in
And what if while you're sleeping
Your unknown soulmate's dreaming too
Both lost in true love's longing
So soon to awake to "I love you"
Seems like doubt is always raining
Feels like hope is an empty plea
But what if "what's been" is lost
In morning light it turns to "will be"
When love breathes us in
Oh, everything changes
Cupid's dart...
Goes straight through the heart
All the loneliness ends
And a new life begins
When love breathes us in
What if love breathes us in
When love breathes us in
Oh, everything changes
Cupid's dart...
Goes straight through the heart
All the loneliness ends
And a new life begins
When love breathes us in
When love breathes us in
~Lyric Man
Note: This write was inspired by a comment a fellow poet made to one of my poems. She used this phrase, "when love breathes us in" I thought it was such a beautiful line I built this song around it. I hope you've enjoy!
I wrote you this card to break you the news
By the time your done reading, I'll have broken up with you
You lied and you cheated, you were dishonest
We had a great love, but you just went and tossed it
So while you were cheating, you didn't have a clue
I went and replaced you, I found someone new
She's sweet and nice, and a whole lot cuter
Plus she don't star in ****, on every guys computer
So now its all over, this is the end
I would say I'm sorry, but this isn't pretend
I should of never given, my loving heart to you
Let me make it clear, WE ARE THROUGH
The Valentine cards are everywhere.
In Hallmark I wish I owned a share.
And at seven bucks a shot
The one with whom you're besot
Can just flip it to see if you care.
Our love it grows like southern kudzoo
Everywhere I go I'm reminded of you
In all of the faces and some empty places
And even at the dirt track races
But the time has come for something much bigger
Getting you a ring, its time I figure
A hoarfrost weave of glistening alabaster crystals,
forms a brittle web of tenuous tentacles
that crept across the frozen ground
and up the trunks of the naked trees;
encapsulating barren branches in an icy sheath,
attesting to Nature's immutable beauty.
Dawn, pencils in light and shadow
creating a surreal sketch bereft of color;
awaiting Autumn's phantasmagorical brush.
In the interlude between Dawn and sunrise,
a formidable six-point buck prances into view;
demurely projecting the illusion of a hallmark postcard.
But the sound of crunching leaves underfoot
breaks the spell, shattering the imposed silence:
as time unpauses the moment, and Nature carries on.
I love to sit in comfort
At home watching TV
I watch my favorite movies
The one's that work for me
It's not a Christmas movie
Just because there's snow
That's something folks at Hallmark
Should be told, so someone knows
To me, A Christmas movie
Has Santa and a gift
It has a Christmas message
It gives people a lift
Getting lost in a big snowstorm
Finding love in a small town
Doesn't make it Christmas
In fact, it brings me down
I want music, Bing and Danny
Scrooge , Kris Kringle, silent night
I want movies I grew up with
I want films in black and white
I watch movies that will touch me
Make me feel what's deep inside
I want to feel the Christmas spirit
I want shepherds to abide
A Christmas film is something
I want to sit and watch each year
I want to understand what they are saying
I want the message to be clear
Entertain me, make me feel it
Films traditional and new
I want to travel backwards
To remember Christmas past....don't you
A real good Christmas movie
Brings memories into my mind
Of sitting down with Grandpa
Things Hallmark doesn't find
So, even though it starts a fire
No matter what you see
It may be a Christmas film to you
But, it may not be to me
Pennies, nickels and dimes
no longer take up our time
Even a quarter's value falls shorter
~ no longer buys cheap valentines
cookie cutter movies,
parading through holiday,
with a ho ho ho
and mistletoe,
angelic beings appear
mysteriously, giggling.
there’s magic globes
of Winter cheer, shaking
up the villagers, ski-slope
cascades of brunette and blonde hair,
billowing. and handsome men
falling for each one. North Pole
decor to the extreme - where else
would most of us peruse this feast?
so we compare to our own existence,
hollowed out with suffering persistence,
yet in a different way the hugs are huge
and ours — they belong to **our** hearts.
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11/23/2019
I'm looking back and I have to surmise
It was the day we met, when I looked into your eyes
I got completely lost in a hypnotic stare
I was in so deep, I fell out of my chair
You took my hand, asked if I was alright
I still can't believe how I fell that night
I've continued to fall everyday since
Now we live in a house with a white picket fence
One more thing I want you to know
I truly mean it when I say I love you so
Everyone says,
And shows,
There love,
And affection to,
To someone,
But most people have no one,
So tell me that you are the only one.
It makes this day,
Really suck!
I hate Hallmark Holidays,
All you do,
Is constantly,
spend more and more money,
On people who most of the time,
Cares right at the moment.
This day is so,
Over rated,
Over talked about,
Over did,
And,
Over priced.
This should not even be called a,
"Holiday".
I hate that day!
It should be called,
"Single Awareness Day".
That is a day that all,
Single people strongly dislike.
Valentines day is a day,
That is so over rated,
And every other thing that goes with that.
It should not even,
Be considered a fricken Holiday!
VAlentines day is supposed to,
To make people happy,
But Instead it make most people,
Feel lonely, and not loved.
Mistletoe
Who’s she expecting ‘neath the mistletoe?
The guys here all are taken. She looks so forsaken
And she’s such a pretty gal.
Who’s she expecting ‘neath the mistletoe?
Seems the party’s running down, still no guy’s come around,
To steal kiss from a pretty gal.
She was my pal, so very nice.
I’ll admit I’ve kissed her twice or thrice,
But I hadn’t seen her in a while.
Seeing her was like an allegory,
Or another Hallmark Christmas story.
Every time I looked, she flashed me a smile.
Who’s she expecting ‘neath the mistletoe?
The poor gal looked dejected, so lonesome and rejected.
For pity’s sake, someone kiss the gal!
So I joined her beneath the mistletoe.
“Took you long enough”, she said, as she pulled down my head,
And I stole a kiss from a pretty gal.
I have to say that kiss was nice,
So again I kissed her twice or thrice.
And have been kissing her ever since.
So like a Hallmark Christmas story,
I went down in a blaze of glory -
This ex-bachelor wasn’t too hard to convince.
A Hallmark Moment
Bask in the field starring up at the sky
Out of sadness you get a glimpse of a passerby
Through shadows that close their weary ways
We lie helpless having one of those days
Inside we smile to help fight the pain
To treasure a red rose that was plucked a time before
Shape dreams from the sky a fleeting angel in flight
A beacon of light to a much hurting world in need
As seagulls flock over head it pierces to the soul
Words spoken in soft melodic dew can often roll
The mountains have etched a cavern in my brain
We walk humbly with are mate as if on are first date
A plate of salad mixed with berries & lime
The soft kiss from a loved one pierces to the soul
Crafted created elegance in the simple touch exposed
An opened door to so much love for so much more
Borrowed pews in thier church stained glass scene
Beware of entertaining strangers might be angels in disguise
A pull at the heart should light the inner spark to what were waiting for
Long walk in the woods searching for birds nestled after there flight
Love should be the essence of one's existence so stop the resistance