Best Hope Love Poems


Cuckoo

Far away in a
                land torn with war,
             she looked for a home. 
          She was not as pretty as 
       doves adorning lush gardens, 
           as exuberant as ducks to                    play     
             with,neither as useful               as pigeons  
              in war. The lonely                 little cuckoo  
              flew from burnt             trees to desolate 
            orchards. A black          bird with yellow    
         spots on her feathers     that other birds     
      found ugly. She looked for a home where 
     she'd be accepted for who she was. The  
      world hurled poisonous arrows at her. 
      Wounded, she fell in a garden waiting 
       to die until two little human hands 
        cocooned her. A girl nursed her agony 
          and made her feel  loved. All her sorrow 
          began to melt and pour as rain on the fiery
           land. She cried with her heart,  her honeyed 
            voice, never heard before. The  little girl danced
              in joy and kissed her wings to   let her fly but 
                little  cuckoo sang to a world    lost in pain, her
                  music blooming pink buds,        rushing through
                    blue rivulets, swaying                branches with 
                      soothing wind, caressing         parched souls, 
                       raising spirits  of warriors            with hope. 
                          She stayed for  love,                     ecstatic   
                            at her newfound lilac                      tune. 
                               She'd found home 
                                  in a         land 
                                  torn         with 
                               w  ar to      dr en ch
                              it  wi  th        h  e  r 
                            di   vi   ne        s  o   ng.

July 11, 2020

Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Constance La France
~Winner: 1st Place

~Poem of the Day: July 13, 2020

~Ranked #3 in Best New Poems for July 2020

Premium Member Glimmers of Love

How long will I love you, often you ask
Forever and a day, my love will last
Till there’s no blossom or leaves upon trees
Or pretty daffodils dancing o’er breeze.

Till clouds cease to form patterns in the sky
All seas and rivers begin running dry
Till all poets have no poetic prose
Or night has no beginning, day no close.

Till no man or creature walks upon earth
Gold or silver has no value or worth
Till there are no birds flying on the wing
Or voices aren’t heard and no one can sing.

Till the day we take our Heavenly place
Living for eternity in God’s grace
With time to dance among stars up above
Darling I send this in glimmers of love.

Premium Member - My Dreams -

Close your eyes and forget the rain
                                   Dream about the sun and heat
                                          a sunny summer day
                                       Dream of waves who sigh
                                          so quiet on the beach
                              Swimming naked with the one you love


                                       The dream of happiness
                                       is more than the dream
                           A dream about strawberries with cream on
                                Do not forget the roses and violets
                                          that smells so good
                            Running barefoot in the freshly cut grass


                            Close your eyes and dream your dreams
                                 Daydreaming as sweet and good
                      they are secret, I will not share them with anyone
                                  Imagine if life was a dream .....
                                         A wonderful dream
                                 and the world was full of love
                      and intimacy between all the people on earth
                                     My dreams are made of 
                                       hope, faith and love






31.July 2012
Anne-Lise Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Premium Member The Promise of Spring - a Fibonacci

I 
Will
Kiss you
While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart  made of ice

Then
You
Will rise
Liquefied
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes

To
The 
Waiting
Buds below
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose


           ~~~
Author:  Elaine Cecelia George


* Note:  This poem is a Personification as well as a triple Fibonacci

Brian Strand's 'Image Contest':     First Place
John Heck's  '12-in-one' Contest:  First Place

Premium Member Music In the Rain - 1

There is silence in turmoil… joy in the midst of pain
Sweetness in the bitter… music in the rain

There is light in darkness… illuminated faith shines
Hues of colorful sighs… insights into the signs

There is beauty in unsightliness… kindness in the lost hope
Gentle warmth in a chill… that leaves a way to cope

There is laughter in the sorrow… mirth in the grim
Even though there is mourning… that leaves the eye dim

There is a whisper of inspiration… soothing away the cry
Allowing a tear to pierce the heart… mute the brightest sky

There is grace in the loathing… even hatred brings insight
Precious moments of understanding… can bring pure delight

There is goodness in the shame… for it means a heart is contrite 
No dishonor in remorse… even disgrace is brighter in the moonlight

There is warmth in the winter… even though ice chills the bones
Fires breathe tenderness… to those who won’t throw stones

There is caring in the selfish… when they mend their greed
Welcoming the attention… of those who are selfless indeed

There is love in the callous… even a hard heart can be thawed
When there is the compassion… to give mercy we should applaud






2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney 
July 21, 2022

Premium Member The Sun That Parts the Clouds

Through frayed seams a rosy dream bleeds 
needled and re-stitched 
with threads of time and love and hope..

and still — a rosy dream bleeds 
the miscarriage of a promised rose garden 
leaving me bereft but for entwined bands of gold – 
contemplative thorns tempt my angst 
moony moody barbs bristle twigs of tenderness 

sigh— it’s not a laurel wreath worn atop my brow
as I sit alone with a squeamish friend 
my  blue-sky-to-storm-cloud  introspection —
as your distant eyes deserted mine long ago  

Winter's beast laid bare a cerebral graveyard 
lost you wander amongst laid-to-rest neurons 
worn headstones of thoughts and laughter and memories…
you wonder why they hide  — why they died

the crackle of cognitive circuitry quiets 
branched-lightning fades from unwitting clouds
and aged roots of reality perish 

our red rose finished   fallen to pieces 
you-and-me-petals a messy heap like old potpourri —
yet in dark’s hush    love’s scent lingers on our dream pillow 

Oh nostalgic sepals embrace me! 
my heart yearns to return to the bud  
to the fullness of our June bloom — 

instead, I bury desires beneath life’s litterfall; 
amid pollenless stamens and leaves of one-sided reveries
and cage  my fear  my despair  behind purple thistle facing the light

as I free a smile for you, my love — 

you    my sun that still parts the rain-bearing nimbus


The Love Letter

My dear, 

   I shall meet thee in the summer of thy heart,

   where we once walked head to each 

   elegant upon the world....


And had not a care but for little winds of love

   winking there in the dreams of trees,

   laying upon me to so delicately,

   tickle with your autumn hair,

   always so soap-scented you


Touch me where I had not known

   the ease of such wonder in your eyes,

   splendor only for a great king ----

   but I a hopeless romantic muse,

   with little empty pockets blessed

   with thy precious petal,

   am richer than any lord!


I shall wait for thee in our golden glade,

   the heart which flows the waterfall....
   
   by the dawn of your sweet embrace,

   in the summer of thy heart,

   I shall wait....

   (Love, K)

Premium Member City Frozen Cold

Verse 1

His coat is torn his 
shoes are thin
The cold cuts deep beneath his 
skin
Little boy coughs small 
hands that shake
Winter's breath is much to hard 
To hard to take. 

Verse 2

Sidewalk echoes silent 
prayers
People pass but no one 
cares
Cardboard kingdom borrowed 
time
Every step is a mount- 
Mountain climbed. 

Chorus

And the city turns 
away
Like they never ever knew his 
name
Still he holds his boy so 
close

Chorus 1st Ending
Runs through streets to bring him 
home. (1x repeat back to beginning of chorus)

Chorus 2nd Ending
Whispers / "Son, we're going 
home." 

Verse 3
Once had a home once had a 
plan
Once held hope in calloused 
hands
But fate’s a thief it moves much too 
fast
Dreams dissolve like breath on 
Stained kissed glass. 

Chorus

Bridge

And he sings a lullaby 
so low
Soft as the falling falling 
Angel snow
A father’s love is his sheltering 
Wings of warmth
Even when the nights are 
Broken broken and torn. 

Verse 4 

"Daddy I’m tired my chest feels 
tight" 
His voice is weak his skin much too 
white
Stars above blur in his 
sight
The world fades into endless 
Endless cold night. 

Partial Chorus

And the city turns 
away
Like they never ever knew his 
name
Still he lifts his boy so 
close
Runs through streets…..to bring him 
home. 

Final Verse

He stumbles down an empty 
street
The world is ice beneath his 
feet
He kneels beside the frozen 
City of stone
Whispers "Son… we’re finally 

Finally home."

Chorus

Chorus 2nd Ending
Whispers / "Son 
we're finally 
home."

Outro 

The snow drifts soft the 
Sunday morning gray
No one stops and no one 
Left to pray
Two souls lost in winter’s 
hold
Together now, for- 
ever and ever

In a City Frozen cold

Premium Member My Heart Is Full

Life once was a journey through springs
And vistas of autumns in colors bold,
In splendor of morn rising on arc
And motifs on horizon sprinkled in gold;

But seasons soon imposed a heavy toll
Ravaging visions of emerald meadows
When echoes of nights roiled in turbulence
And days encountered darkened shadows.

Glad we soon defied the travails of yore
Turning focus to goodwill of tomorrow
As you stood there like a lighthouse of hope
When my heart was weak and full of sorrow.

And now I feel zest in breath of the winds
And pitter-patter of exuberant rain showers,
And now there's whiff of sweet fragrance
In budding new blossoms of April flowers.

No longer in our eyes there is hint of fear,
Neither are there tears of saddened years
For in your embrace wallows forever love
And in my heart dwells revelry of cheers.

September 15, 2019
Poem of the week..beginning on 9/22/2019
HM: Strand Special 4 by Brian Strand

The Birds Begin

Despite the black, the birds begin
To call the light unto the day,
Persistent songs remind the Sun
To send the stars upon their way.

There's hope in this which I admire:
The birds trust what they're yet to see,
I know I trust you just the same,
And always will, unfailingly.

The Message In the Sun

I went to the sun for a favor
and asked it to shine only for you
to grant you happiness though you may be sad
bright yellow 'midst so much blue

but when the day decides to end
and the sun sinks and goes away
I give you the moon as a reminder
that my love will never fade

though i can't tell you how much I love you right now
and I can't show you what's in my heart
i hope when you look at the sun and moon
you'll realize we aren't that far apart

Premium Member 'my Field of Dreams'

In my field of dreams I see you 
Walking towards me 
With that smile on your face 
With promise and hope in your eyes

Somehow your reflection has gone dim
My hope at times too 

But 
Then I remember the life you lived 
 It was all about hope 
All about not giving up 
Never forgetting to smile 

That will always remain –
A bittersweet memory 

Times like tonight you are so close by 
Not physically 
But I can feel your breathe against my skin
I can feel the warmth of your touch 

It’s not in the things you said, 
It’s in the way you did them 

Even when I miss you 
The most 
Still, I am thankful 
I was blessed with you
Even if just for a little while


27/11/2012

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Premium Member Three Keys


Three keys of life...faith, hope, and love...
      unlock the joys you're worthy of.

Nothing in life remains the same,
   yet changes have their time of strain. 
      Before a butterfly takes flight, 
it must endure a darker light. 
How many winters must there be 
   before the twig's a fruitful tree?
      So turn the key of FAITH for you...
set free belief that sees you through.

Do not let yesterday block out
   today's new tasks which you're about.
      Help butterflies leave their cocoons, 
with life renewed, spread wings out soon. 
Help ripen too, the needed fruits 
   which grow from common, faithful roots.
      So turn the key of HOPE for you...
set free the sun to shine anew. 

As brothers, sisters, we are one 
   big family beneath our sun.
      All butterflies are pretty things
regardless of their varied wings.
As trees bear fruits both tart and sweet,
   they all are welcomed as a treat.
      So turn the key of LOVE for you...
set free acceptance, deep and true.

      Unlock the joys you're worthy of...
three keys of life...faith, hope, and love.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Your Personel Perfect Poem Pick
Sponsor: Brian Strand

~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Marathon Mile #27
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 03/30/2019

~1st Place~
Contest: The Creative Collective Anthology Series
Sponsor: Geraldine Taylor
Judged: 06/23/2017

~2nd Place~
Contest: Three Keys
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 07/20/2016

Premium Member Forever In Your Eyes

Fervent wish within your eyes speaking with realistic
Optimism, visible for hope for the future 
Reflecting exquisite dream-fullness of mystic nights in your eyes 
Ethereal, you are in this perfect world of ours
Volcanic and miraculous things happen with a touch of
Euphoria as we feast with whirling ecstasy in our souls that fights for ever
Refreshing, in such a delicate way that it seems too perfect

I imagine your eyes speaking to me as we venture through 
Newfound impulsive existence welcoming universe

Your questions always answered, like the waves coming in from the
Ocean, as we sit embracing on each other’s warmth, watching time pass 
Under a roof of celestial stars, until each dawn waxes and wanes
Rapidly breathing deep into the golden sand of our sandcastle

Envisioning our life together, willingly, and joyfully blooming spirit
Youth in a blink, as high in the branches rendering to fields of beauty
Extending to the golden illuminating rays of sunlight 
Safe, spacious, life binding with God’s sight


7/13/2016
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

In This Moment, Tonight

In tune with this familiar vibe, let’s wonder how it might be
Across the room our eyes will meet, a set of four
In a place setting reserved for two, captivated
Our everyday routines and thoughts will speak
Through the eyes, uninhibited, grooving in the same skin

Once upon a raging fire we’ll celebrate
The memory of that zing thing, we'll watch as it
Circles slowly into softer flames, flickering
Well-suited as old comfortable shoes
And continue enveloped in life's mystical sound

More sensible, aware of the need to be inward
Or outward at different times, we'll find pleasure
In being tired wild things, slowing down in our swings
If it breaks and cracks we’ll pledge not to notice

So, just for the sake of thinking that it might not last
Before it’s even begun, let’s just wish upon hope
Until we meet, and vow to be good to each other
In this moment, tonight

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