Best Hurdled Poems
Drive mindfully, dear children, as you traverse hurdled highways of life,
Cognizant that adjacent to an oasis of joy, lies a desert brooding strife;
Assume charge of your chosen path, obey rules of road as you ride,
Pursuing life’s aspirations you vie, with compass of mind as your guide.
Beware things luring you with glitter, may be just metal, feigning gold,
Love superficial, love that is shallow, never the love for you to behold;
Don’t let a mirage~ a spurious illusion~ become an aspiration of hope,
Life, a vast ocean, as it ebbs and flows, learn to navigate, strive to cope.
As shrouds and clouds obscure life, seek enlightenment to wear a smile,
Defy encroachment of grimace, defy the vibes that cramp your style;
Embrace blissed domain of empathy, proffering missives angelic, kind,
Yield to others, who are lost, show them the egress destiny designed.
Build your abode on pillars of morals, revering honesty, and trust,
For they are the hallmarks of people, respectable, equitable, just;
Mind your paradigms and proverbs, practice always what you say,
Extend genuine gestures of regret, when actions have gone astray.
Be grateful for family and friends, honor them in prayers of heart,
Create keepsake albums of memories, life-scapes endearing impart;
For they are the priceless treasures of love, omnipresent lifelong,
Inspiring, nurturing you, reassuring all along~ love can do no wrong.
Categories:
hurdled, children, encouraging, family, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Quote: Know your value. Confidence breeds success. Act like the person you want to become, and people will start seeing you as that person.
Mark M Ford
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Those who embrace, avid ambitions of heart,
To them shall the reigns of future belong;
From charted path of passion, they never part
For earnest is the promise treasured for long.
O, how they strive, aiming for heavenly skies,
Flexing audaciously to conquer higher highs,
Fixated on life’s goals with purposeful eyes,
Focused mindfully, primed to win the prize.
On might of confidence when achievers roar,
On strength of willpower their dreams soar
Employing fortitude resolutely brought to fore,
Sailing to shores, dreamt in travails of yore.
Glumness they defy of shroud and sorrow,
Planting seeds of hope in despair of woes,
Aspiring bright horizons on dawns of morrow
Overcoming hapless shadows cast in throes.
O, the doers and believers instinctively know,
Hurdled with failures is the road to success,
As they drive dreary nights to mornings aglow,
Fueled by aspirations, dreams revered possess.
Categories:
hurdled, confidence,
Form:
Rhyme
I haven’t been here in a while
At this point in my life that is.
The point where something great becomes misconstrued
more filled with angst instead of jovialness.
Shot through the heart:
Bang.
It hurts me to be here, hurts me to say this
But I would rather kill it, dissipate it
Then let it continue; I know I’d hate it.
I’d rather be preemptive, stay ahead.
To avoid the potentially hurtful aftermath
It’s the type to grip you by your soul and
make you want to O.D during a bubble bath.
This is just to let you know how hard it is.
It’s hard because there’s so much invested
If any shots come my way I understand;
As it seems to hardships I no longer feel the need to contest it;
It’s a love hate type of thing.
I hate that you may think the love was not all it could’ve been,
Yet we both know through hardships we made it, but this is now and that-
That was then.
No need for animosity we’ve agreed to drink in friendship responsibly
And if the time comes again where everything is lined up for both of us
Then I guess I won’t need the help of E-harmony.
This is not to say by any stretch that it is expected
or that you owe me anything by any means
but our present time is past, that’s the way the future makes it seem.
This is a divorce of sorts as are all relationships
No one courtship is perfect and this one’s included in that statistic
So despite what everyone around you might say
(Those opinionated idiots)
And even despite what your anger may make you think
We sailed on love, hurdled every obstacle, made impossible possible
But to perpetuate, a lack of being affectionate, is highly illogical.
Mix in the emotions we both possess and things become highly volatile.
We just need to get back to the basics, start anew,
With our eyes on the future with pens not pencils
There won’t be a need to erase it.
Categories:
hurdled, heartbroken, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
In realm of love when passions stirred
Song of romance fervent hearts heard
In tenor we knew, rhythms that woo,
Strummed by music our desires spurred.
Oh! how that realm blooms love so true
As tunes of warmth birds sing for you,
From woods that sway as soft winds blow
When moon scripts clues on skyline blue;
Of dreamy night that gleamed with glow,
Of stars that waltzed to stage our show,
When we vowed beneath lambent skies,
Sprouts of love~~ shall forever grow;
While glance of joy thrills cheery eyes
Where love-flame kindles, never dies,
And dreams cherished, long to revive,
Nights we rejoice, snug in love's prize.
On life’s hurdled streets where we drive
From wheels of hope strength we derive
While we climb steep high ways of life,
Hand in hand, we steer fate and thrive.
June 1, 2022
Placed 1st: Rubaiyat Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Eight syllables per line (HMS.com)
Rhyme: aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dded, eefe
Categories:
hurdled, life, love,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Hurdled is life’s highway to every milestone:
Detours, traffic woes~ impediments to goal,
Perturbing in hindrances that endlessly groan
Searching exit ramp to soothe anguished soul.
Though memories of yore, of pain bemoan,
Benevolence of today vows to mold morrow,
Prodding fate of future~ opaque, unknown,
Defying grievous intents in ill-will of sorrow.
Wished for earnestly, life is a cherished dream,
An exuberance of spring, of burbling stream,
A meaningful exploration of endearing theme;
Mystical, phenomenal, halo of mirthful gleam.
Life is a fleeting dot on scale of eternal time,
A journey of courage, yet harbinger of fears;
Gracefully revering the echoes of lifetime,
Whether reveling in joy or lamenting in tears.
Rejoice in life’s sunset, rejoice in life’s sunrise,
Greet charming smiles, yet ignore not its sighs,
Celebrate spring’s birth, mourn autumn’s demise,
Cheer life’s welcome, dwell not in goodbyes.
January 26, 2023
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 34 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
hurdled, life,
Form:
Rhyme
WE WILL WALK OUR RAINS
Welcome the falling rain with a rainbow smile
dripping onto our face rippling even the sea.
Flowers and bushes mottled wet along the aisle
together in the pouring rain, running with glee!
Without a care in the world the brackens spree
and beneath the trees nesting birds hide in style,
beholding this vista, we both are in agree:
Welcome the falling rain with a rainbow smile!
Soak and cold, hugging for warmth is worthwhile
and so is hearing the rains' staccato percussion keys
in a moment of stillness... Some cascading vile
dripping onto our face rippling even the sea,
some bring frowns, worse-- tears to our eyes
but having a beloved through every miles
may lighten dark skies. Hopefully, those guise
flowers and bushes mottled wet along the aisle
dry as the sun rises, wiping natures cries.
Under the sun, under the rain: dance and be free!
Breathe! Drink their essence... Release some sighs
together in the pouring rain, running with glee!
The rain and the sun: like a couple sustaining life~
garnishing both the earth with gregarious greens.
May we be like them: partners holding no strife...
The yins and yangs now smoothly hurdled in between
welcome the falling rain...
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*** Bracken/s~ these are ferns.
Poem Contest: ONE
~~3rd place~~
Copyright © 2015 Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
6:21 pm, September 03,2015
Categories:
hurdled, inspirational, life, love, rain,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Devoted is the word to describe
For a mother that occurred in my life
Your thoughts and feelings are transcribed
Many times you hurdled in life’s strife
You made yourself least priority
A selfless person is what endeared you
Until now, you still cared for us warily
The life we had was the dream you drew
They brought fame, you gave us God
In the most trying times, we have an answer
Your teenage picture, tainted by old age
A picture that needs to handle with care
You are our prized possession
I have saved this special day for a special person
You tightly held the rope of life on perfection
In going uphill, you laid a proofed against all seasons
You held my hands in many adventures
From sadness to laughter-filled ride
From darkness to simple pleasures
I just made it to the other side
It is your birthday and we’ll never get tired
Of bringing back the love that you offer
Framed moments of yesteryears inspired
It brings our family closer together
Great gray hairs emphasized your rich time
Once a lively skin turned wrinkled
Nights unfolded, you are past your prime
Today is special for the first light ever kindled
A birthday poem for my mother
April 8, 2016
Categories:
hurdled, birthday, celebration, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Transformation-propelled was he as president
proactively working out his earnest intent
pursuing national goals along progress test...
such is FVR --- Fidel Valdez Ramos at his best.
Elected as the 12th Philippine head of state
1992 began his Malacañang date
bringing with him stalwart great military feat
with God’s* stamp of approval midst voters’ heartbeat.
Noted with his branded effective leadership
FVR hurdled tough trainings for country’s headship
blended by each varied academic rigor
with his U.S. West Point education vigor.
As former Armed Forces’ Chief of Staff, he led well
and National Defense Secretary as well
crushing coup attempts against reigning government
toward democracy and freedom enjoyment.
Economic boom marked his administration
along major industries’ deregulation
midst notable political stability
and peaceful negotiations for security.
During his six years in office, he was admired
since good governance he worked out for as desired
he purged national police force from corruption
and made efficient system of tax-collection.
With his sterling character of global stature
he remains an advocate with helpful gesture
advancing policies for family welfare
advocating practice of sharing with care.
*Romans 13:1 Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.
February 12, 2021
1st place, "YOUR FAVORITE PRESIDENT (President's Day Project)" Premier Contest; Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 2/21/2021.
Categories:
hurdled, appreciation, blessing, character, christian,
Form:
Quatrain
Said Thomas
I a hustling peddler,
hungry mouths to feed.
Do you know what's it's like
to stare upon hunger!
especially that of a child!
Tackled and hurdled to the ground like an animal.
Silent eyes stare,
Jaws stretch down,
Lips hanging,
Air stalls,
Hairs raised,
No cry,
No words,
just traumatizing disgust.
This a moment needs no oxygen.
The world stands still.
Anguish is silent,
- who will question a lunatic cop with a gun.
You!
You!
You!
Then who?
I Thomas!
was
Someone's Son,
Someone's husband,
Someone's father,
Yes,
Now I have
hungry fatherless children.
Who will stand for them,
Replace my love,
Cuddle them with nice things,
Send them to college,
the killer COP?
Who intentionally shot
and took the life out of me.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2016
Categories:
hurdled, abuse, america, anger, black
Form:
Didactic
Tossed about through the turbulence of life,
Confusion remains to search for a seed.
As if the eye of the hurricane seeks direction,
Only to find no compass for its need.
Does this curious resolve weaken & wobble,
Or grow stronger through the effort & quest ?
While every response creates another,
And chaos may contribute to severely test.
The desire that looks to an unknown horizon,
May often see emptiness to follow despair.
Yet choice must pierce through this fog & veil,
With enough light that can guide to remain fair.
This journey is seldom without consequence,
As obstacles become present and abound.
So whether hurdled, avoided, or plowed through . . .
Overcoming them must be found.
While the question remains fundamental,
There are billions of answers to be observed.
With each one's unique testament,
Tracing a morality rarely hidden or reserved.
Ultimately, this inquiry is survived upon,
By those to judge while reflecting their own view.
Just as current events & history tend to remind us . . .
Not everything seen or heard is always true.
Categories:
hurdled, creation,
Form:
Quatrain
Cont…”Bill Jump in my car it’s closer!” Bill was just a step behind Brick as they hurdled
over the tape barrier and raced to Brick’s car.
“You got it pardner! Don’t stop or I’ll be in your hip pocket! Brick got
to the driver’s door first and Bill had all he could do to get in and slam the door as Brick
swerved into the traffic, got the siren blaring with the blue lights bubbling off the hard top.
The tires squealed hell bent for rubber for about three seconds down Walters Ave before
they pulled a u-turn and headed one eighty out. “Sorry ‘bout that, Brick hollered, “I caught
a glimpse of the perp jumping off the side rail and headed back in this direction!”
“Okay thanks for the warning!", Bill yelled back as he hoisted himself up the seat with
the strap handle while trying to scan for the outlaw.
About that time, Brick swerved around a trash truck, jumped a median and throttled it up
another street.
“Say Brick, I’ve been meaning to ask you..you got a driver’s license or a
facsimile thereof?!” “Huh? What the hell’s a license?! Hey I think he crossed over into that
alley behind Stogey’s”, Brick yelled as he spun the steering wheel hard
bobbing and crunching the car over another median and power skidding the swerving squad
car back on course. Bill had all he could do to keep his head from smashing into the
headliner above the visor.
“Smooth, Brick! Smooth! You been practicing eh?! Sorry about my head denting
Your roof!” he quipped while searching the streets for the fugitive.
“Hey no problem he yelled over the roaring engine and skidding tires, you can fix
It later!… I’m nice like that!”
“Is that the alley up ahead, Brick?”
“Yeah that’s it!” “Lemme off here and I’ll cover this end of it!”
“Right! I’ll spin around the other end and we”ll put the squeeze on him!” Brick
Screeched to an almost stop as Bill scrambled out, un shouldered his 9mm and
ducked inside a doorway. He peeked around the corner to see Brick already
veering around the corner all sirens and blinking lights…(to be cont…)
Categories:
hurdled, adventurecar,
Form:
Narrative
Before our feet touched the ground
And love was asked to run, walk, but not fly
And it task to trust that which we could not see,
But only sense and feel
And dance without music,
And against the channel of the wind
Before we could feel our hearts
Beat violently against the walls of our chest and
Our lungs empty, dry grasping for God’ precious
Breathe
Before our legs burned from lactic acid build up
Caused by endless usage and eternal exhaustion;
Before the lightness of our selves transformed into galumph self awareness
Before all our hands could do were hang,
Limp, lifeless by our sides;
Before all our arms could only was to abstain from their expanse,
Before the aborted forgiveness of the other;
Before our eyes were arid from too many tears
And too much tearless-ness,
And our mouths perfused malodorous verbiages;
And breathless profanity cut our sacred throats
Before being hurdled at the last soft, vulnerable, defenseless tissue of the other
Before . . . when it was only God, when the sun and the moon bowed
Before us, vessels for the gift of Divine Love, our bodies knowing
Before our minds, egos, pride.
Before when the universe of stars applauded our every unison breathe;
Before it was time for us to accept the gift;
We were God.
Categories:
hurdled, loss, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Gold with shining yellow blaze
As if born out of golden sun rays
Precious, prestigious since ages
Gives to the hearts boiling crazes
Glitters in the crown of the kings
Gives the needy powerful wings
Looks so blameless and winning
But makes crazy hearts cunning
Its force of influence is stunning
It makes every stability running
It is so handsome and masculine
That it is loved by every feminine
But its real cost is in its character
It down casts every other factor
It’s capable of changing the world
Its way through is never hurdled
May God grant all heart like gold
Shining with the thoughts bold
Pure, long lasting and faithful
Rich by heart and ever cheerful
Categories:
hurdled, education, encouraging, happy, inspirational,
Form:
Couplet
A face that you see everyday
That same reflection that you curse in various ways
Punished for hard living
Praised for innocent givings
Untoucheables repeatedly charmed
Because we are have-nots, we are seated and alarmed
White roses, clear caskets, and black doves
Nothing more than scenes from above
It sprinkles like hell in a well
Heavenly treasures are the remains of Satan
When the last drop of life is strained from my veins
I will not be awaking
As I am crucified on this witness stand
There's only one thing I demand
God bless the stress in my hands
The warm feeling of a passionate hug
These are Scenes from Above
I am all but a portion of Caesar
Granted extortion of a true believer
And before I leave this trial
I'll probably be slained and murdered
Over the stars
And through eternal pain my soul will be hurdled
Set me out to sea and let my flesh burn
Let my advasaries recognize stress and mourn
Forever overwhelmed with passion and love
Nothing more than Scenes From Above
I'm a few new frogs from leaping
One shoe on the logs from deeping
A handful of tears from weeping
Three scars away from being worth not keeping
Open a new testament
Why these demons bother to pester me
No telling howmany sins I am from resting in Hell
Seven seals from guessing my bail
Today may not be what it seems
But tomarrow is only a dream
I'm a few pushes from a great shove
A few Scenes From Waking Above
Categories:
hurdled, peace, sad, song-visionary, me,
Form:
Free verse
In the darkest hour I
thread,
Into the deepest forest,
Unilluminated I hurdled,
With plentious thought,
I never cared about the
spirits,
The spirits of the night,
I was embalmed in
courage,
So I ran through the
labyrinth,
The labyrinth of
moments,
A new beginning it was,
But never did I find an
end,
So at a point I gasped
for breath,
And so it was for me,
A journey into the
darkness.
Categories:
hurdled, adventure,
Form:
Blank verse