Best Hello Poems
hello hello
butterfly flutterby
epitome of symmetry
graceful & elegant
modest & innocent
whispering
hues & color
spreading loving cheer
a breath sweet kiss
a bit of bliss
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~HELLO BUTTERFLY~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2020
POTD October 2, 2019
Submitted on October 1, 2019 for contest Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly sponsored by DEAR HEART- WIISHKOBE ODE - RANKED 1ST
Proverb 12:25 "Anxiety weighs down the heart, but a kind word cheers it up."
a stray lost
in her thoughts
i saw her
sitting there
nursing a frown
so i
reached out
compelled
to offer
a warm hello
no reason
no motive
simple
unadorned
unpretentious
the smile
on her face~
it startled me
made me forget
my troubles
suddenly
all seemed
so insignificant
it was a smile~
that changed
in one instant
the color
of my sky
AP: Honorable Mention 2020. Honorable Mention 2021
POTD November 15, 2019
posted on November 13, 2019
~Life Support~
Welcome New Poet To Poetry Soup,
I offer you a warm smile, in hopes you come back another day.
From the moment I spot your name on the new poet list,
I roll out the welcome mat, in hopes you will stay
I am not afraid of you, I will approach you to say hello
I will Annoy you until you stop by and say "YELL-OW!"
Please have patience, when my ink has no flame
Don't be intimidated by The Poet Destroyer's name,
I'm sweet looking like a lollipop and fun like a kitten
"Warning!" Don't get too close or you'll be smitten,
You can choose to adore or instigate petitions of envy
When it comes to PD
Even then I am a friendly poet, protected by God's loving levee
It's time to introduce myself, call me Linda or PD
Unless, you're in constant warfare for the dominance of poetry
Then by all means, express yourself retard-ly
Verbalize my name, in any which way you like
Call me The Poet Destroyer, when tapping the mic
All though many here know I'm more of a Poet Supporter
A comment crusader, a poetic hoarder
I have no shame in my game,
I give, I love, I treat everyone the same
Unwind, Enjoy all the Xoolness coming to your direction
Inspiration, Contest, Friendly Poets, Poems, and Dedications
I am not a mentor, I'm not a preacher advocating the perfect poem
I am me, original as can be, in time you will seek out my troupe
Reminiscing, over the time I was your first,
Regale with loving respect, don't judge my hunger and poetic thirst
To all new poets I promise, I'll be faithful and follow you like a star
Unless, you forget to put gas while side showing in my crystalline car
Don't worry, New Poetic Poe, I got your back
Taunting you with a copy paste smack
Call it a "--Statement--" call it what you want
I call it, Love From PD, enjoying the community
With a simple hello, and peace out spree
CONGRATULATIONS, to all who made it through the years
Ain't nobody here worth more than you and your poetry
Take this time, and introduce yourself my new friend
Remember New Poet:
If it weren't for you, this place would be 2005 all over again
Always & Forever
Age Of Poet Destroyer
6-24-14
Whisper hello to the evening
~
Autumn echoes call your name
through valleys painted tangerine
Beneath a slowly setting sun
of twilight promises serene
Feel these winds of deep affection
quivering upon your heart
Whisper hello to the evening
as the daylight does depart
Chasing dreams in silent shadows
neath a moonbeam’s shimmered dance
Soft reflections so alluring
silhouettes in true romance
Sit with me this velvet meadow
while the stars enchant the view
Kiss me soft of endless wonder
know this love I have for you
~
Good night Soupers
A glowing sunset
My summer dreams,
reached the point of parting tears
With silent song from heart
A sigh, let go of all the feeling
In the breeze:
A goodbye ... and one hello
Autumn is coming quietly
A sense of melancholy
The light is different
and the air sharper
Melody's cradle
Heaven clear light blue like an Aquamarine
The goddess of love
A starry sky full of divine power
Life is so valuable ...
must each day be blessed
30.08.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Bring a cup and fetch my Tears,
Because tomorrow has been for Years.
Life challenges, my favorite Seat,
As my fear dances to my Heartbeat.
Day and night, I don't Care,
As poverty, the cloth i Wear.
Happiness travels in Dreams,
Yet with hope,possible it Seems.
Drunk, a way to Forget.
Yet once awake, it's time to Regret.
Questions, i ask Myself,
Even though no answers on my Shelve.
Here i am slowly Sinking,
In that ocean called Thinking.
As a new day keeps Wishing,
Maybe Faith is what's Missing.
After all is said and Done
Like the rise of a new Sun,
The hope for a better Tomorrow,
Is the path i have chosen to Follow.
I want to mingle
with the people of Walmart
as they regally push
their shopping carts
Eclectically dressed perfection
each a work of art
Camouflaged chic
or an old guy
dressed like a tart
Back and forth my eyes dart
Over there
a sequinned heart
and here
a bedazzled jacket
that looks real smart
Some saunter,
some sashay
reaching into pockets
and purses to pay
The happy faced discounts
make everyone’s day
Treasure troves in hand
life’s better than okay
See the flying nun
with her habit hiding her gun
Today’s discounted ammo
is tomorrow’s fun
As I watch her pay
I wonder if her beads and bullets
help her to pray
A coupon cowboy
basement bargain pleasure
a new pair of jeans
some pork and beans
for good measure
Get in, get out
no time for leisure
Here the world moves too fast
he don’t like the pressure
Low cut tight tops
girls searching for cheap
bargains galore
listen to the cash registers beep
I let the sights and sounds
into my brain seep
None of these people are sheep
humanity is well beyond skin deep
Lingering laughter later
might make it hard to sleep
Perhaps too much butt cleavage
and beep bleep bleep!
Inspired by Kurt Ravinda’s poem “A Metophor” his is a brilliant piece.
HELLO DR. SEUSS – DO COME IN
There’s a BEAR
On my STAIR,
And I wish it
Wouldn’t STARE!
There’s a WUPBOARD,
In my CUPBOARD
And a DOX
In my BOX,
I know there’s a DARSKET,
In my BASKET
And perhaps a ZUBOON sitting
Next to my BABOON
Who resembles a BUFFOON!
Then there's SCRUB
Who lives beneath my TUB
A pleasant GUY,
He’s from Planet JIY
And taught me to FLY!,
But there’s a pesky GARBET,
Who lives in a JARPET
Within my bedroom CARPET!
I enjoy GRUDGET,
Who’s a tiny CRUDGET,
Who sees to my BUDGET!
In our boathouse,
Is a family of WASCALS
I really love these RASCALS
3 of them love me a lot,
The other three, wish I were not!
Old Mr FUBBLES,
Who blows BUBBLES,
Has a LUTTON,
Who’s a GLUTEN
On his BUTTON!
I also have a XELF,
Who likes to DELVE
On my SHELF
It’s fun living with my sister
Who has no idea,
I keep a ZOBBIT,
Who resembles HOBBIT,
In her BONNET!
POTD 20/6/2019
Tim's poem, Hello Sorrow, was the incentive for my continuance of the sorrowful emotion in Hello Grief.
Hello Sorrow
There you are old friend—
I knew that you were here
wrapped alone beside desolation
hidden deep amongst despair
Hello my sorrow there you lie—
in the wallow of disdain
shun me forth in misery
regret infused past pain
~ ~ ~
Hello Grief
Here you are once again
I knew you would return
as a shadow of my sorrow
when for her arms I yearn
Hello grief, my haunting friend
ghostly memory of my heartache
how long will you remain
for a love I must forsake
Adoring the night skies, tried to reach the moon
Within my universe I spread my thoughts
The inspiration floating through your beautiful noon
My days may be soon gone like a fading fogs
But not for my night which always lingered by your magical motion
Within my universe I spread my thoughts
The colors of those verses are the rainbow of your creation
Even night might lullaby you too fast by its tender grace
But not for my night which always lingered by your magical motion
Day is your strength which I borrowed to enlighten my moon in phrase
Your day may be lingered for greeting my beautiful night
Even night might lullaby you too fast by its tender grace
You may say bye to your sunshine and hello to my moonlight
Night now begin to caress through your sweet wonderful dream
Your day may be lingered for greeting my beautiful night
Day now is opening my window towards to the memory of your sweet sunbeam
Night now begin to caress through your sweet wonderful dream
Adoring the night skies, tried to reach the moon
The inspiration floating through your beautiful noon
January 11, 2013
Dedicated to sweet Richard Lamoureux who shines my moon through his warmth reflection and wishing him a gorgeous day for his beautiful sunshines
Sometimes when I'm able,
I sit down at my table,
or better yet, instead,
I'll lie back comfy on my bed,
a pillow propped behind my head!
Often at this time it is at night
and I will think and try to write.
Patterns I enjoy, like those in classic forms, and so
I'll write perhaps a kyrielle or sonnet though
sometimes I'll even give free verse a go!
I settle on a certain length for my every line.
Or maybe I'll decide this time uneven lines are fine!
It might take a long while; then some
sweet words in rhyme might start to come
with the rhythm of a guitar's thrum.
All I need is paper and my pen
and my thoughts unfettered, for then
I can call my muse to come to me!
If she hastens with ingenuity,
I can say, "Hello, Poetry."
Jan. 16, 2019 for Silent One's Hello Poetry Contest
Yard Sales are the
Macy’s of Saturday shopping,
On a budget that fits in my coin purse.
written for contest
07/27/2019
Whisper hello to the night
Springtime echoes call your name
through the valleys tangerine
Before a pastel painted sunset
twilight moments so serene
Feel the winds of tender flow
quivering upon your heart
In my arms I hold you tightly
as the daylight does depart
Sit with me this velvet meadow
while the moon enchants the view
Kiss me soft of endless wonder
feel this love I have for you
Count the stars above now shining
dream with me beneath their light
As the two of us together
whisper hello to the night
Good Night Soupers
Goodbye to the me
you thought I should be
My life is my own
not yours out on loan
I'm not what you sought
I cannot be bought
No guilt can lay claim
nor pressure nor shame
To bring me in line
with your selfish design
Start looking elsewhere
for somewhere out there
Is one whom you seek
so fragile and weak
I'm taking myself
from off of your shelf
Hello to the me
who's finally free
© Mike Wise
3/7/15
I remember him seated on a bench
in the park all alone
A young man who did not feel at home
Pleasant to all who wished him ‘Good Day’
He did not know what else to say