Best Important Poems
With age I eventually realize
How little I really need
I came to this earth
With absolutely not a thing
I’ll leave it just as empty handed
Still if I were alone
And my house on fire
I wouldn’t hesitate to grab my purse
And my framed watercolor paintings
I’d tear them right off the wall
Knowing my muse is so darn fickle
That she may never visit me again
So these few paintings created years ago
May very well be irreplaceable
As I may never again be inspired
I wouldn’t take a chance
AP: 3rd place 2026
Submitted on February 6, 2019 for contest SEVEN THINGS YOU WOULD SAVE IF YOUR HOUSE WAS ON FIRE sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST
The last time I had seen this particular cousin of mine, I was still in college and he had a head full of hair. In between, there had been three funerals, two weddings and four births in our Trojan royalty of a family. I had been a university graduate for a year, and the prospect for a job, a decent one at that, had started to grow dimmer by the day. He asked, “Will you tutor my daughter?” “Yes!” I said. And we set out immediately. He, on his bike and I, on my motorcycle following him. We took a right turn at the famous landmark of the statue of demoness Putana, sitting on the grass with her bosom out and legs spread forward. He introduced me to his wife and daughter. Telling them to stand side by side, he told me, “She's only eleven, but look at her! Already equal in length and width to her mother, who is no delicate petal herself. Do you think you can teach her GK?”
The universe wasn't made with dissent. Plus, the chicken samosas were really delicious. I tried on a grin while the overachieving pre-teen bustled around the room showing me her accolades for painting, singing, studying. As I left he pointed at a tree, “Do you know what tree is that?”
“Bael?” I answered thoughtfully.
“Apple. That's an apple tree.”
“Oh! Does it bear fruits?”
“Not in this climate!” He laughed out loud.
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Date: 30 / 11 / 2016
Contest: James Tate
Sponsor: Space Cadet
if time could be traveled
I'd take America's children
on an historic adventure
to undo public school brain washing
a time before t.v. and internet
when kids played kick the can
and used their imaginations
and parents weren't ridiculously protective
going back farther still
they'd learn about our nation
all that America truly stands for
at last they'd learn true values
witness the Boston Tea Party
signing of the Declaration of Independence
hear our Constitution being read
the Emancipation Proclamation too
so they'd learn to have respect for
God, humanity and good old fashion American values
all that once made America great
they'd proudly say the Pledge of Allegiance
their little hearts would fill with joy
at "One nation under God"
indeed, if time could be traveled
I'd undo the public schools' brain washing!
~ Most Important ~
(Linked)
Most important
M
Important thing
O
Thing in this World
S
World is true love
T
Loves beautiful
I
Beautiful, Great
M
Great gift to have
P
Have in heart, life
O
Life lot better
R
Better with love
T
Loves a Blessing
A
Blessing from God
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Gods gift the most
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Most important.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
June.28.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's notes:
The "Linked" is a poetry form or style created by Erich J. Goller.
She's become lost in small
The oh so important insignificant
Living in her world of do, do
Doing so much
Accomplishing so little
Head down
Sun shining on top of her head
Complaining about the heat
Can't look up
Too concerned about her feet
Skin once dark
Now white like a sheet
Better moments
Floating past her head
Instead of seeing happy
She sees red instead
You might find her joyful
Unless you listen to what is said
She seems alive but inside she's dead
For her
others can't seem to get it right
Their failures, keep her up at night
Her disapproval rides high
She flys it like a kite
Subtley expressed
With a smile so bright
yet in her eyes there is no light
Hands by her side
In fists clenched tight
I'm left wondering
Is this really working for her
Rigid thoughts so solid
Now starting to blur
All those moments wasted
Completly lost for sure
If only she would listen
I would gladly talk to her
Instead
she grasps onto her small
So things they remain
just as they were
No other way of thinking
occurs to her
Still, I desire to see fully
Beneath the critical
To glimpse her beautiful
That enlargened wonderful
No more clinging to miserable
Within a single thought
Her life could start
True freedom within life's art
Right now and here
Best moment
better year
A less expectant
Gentler ear
Then she will find
Other small things that matter
Becoming less lost
Searching out softer ways
Exchanging a sharp tongue
For one of praise
Living to appreciate
No more wasted days
Less doing
More relaxing
Far more
Thankful
Blessed
okays!
We are all the same they brag
So we can be friends
I look at them
One old one young
One toothless, one with pretty straight white teeth
One dressed shabbily, the other one a band box of beauty
I know I am missing something.
I am thirteen.
I should be able to figure this out
Surely nothing is more important than appearance
important papers
on my desk ready to sign....
spill vitiated
“You think you’re more important
Than you are,” my husband said,
Responding to a sadness that was
Floating in my head.
“Most people simply do not care
If you’re around or not.
It doesn’t matter if you give
As much as you have got.”
I started to object but then
I couldn’t disagree.
“Who reads your poems” he asked.
I said, “I write them just for me.”
“And yet you post them. Do you get
Much feedback from your friends?”
“I do at times,” I answered.
“But not often – it depends.”
Of course, we all get wrapped up
In our lives and don’t have time
To reach out to our kith and kin
For updates or for rhyme.
I understood his point but it
Did not improve my mood.
To put it in a poem, at least’s
A better way to brood.
How Important Can a Soccer Game Be?
By Elton Camp
What recently happened in Egypt is an extreme example
But evidence of violence at soccer games is fully ample
Reports of such sports violence by fans is nothing new
But that seventy people were killed is shockingly true
Fans of the losing team out onto the field did stream
Used sharp objects, rocks metal pipes and did scream
Police or security forces were nowhere to be seen
To control those fans so violent, cruel and mean
Some Egyptians feel that the fight as actually a plan
So those who displease the authorities they can ban
What really happened, we may never come to know
But it is a disgrace when things like this become so
It is difficult to get rid of the false self
A believable mask has taken years to develop
Such safety precautions demand extensive disguising
Dear i ask, why can't we all be living in the bare?
The conditioning begins at a young age
Everyone is trained to look good at every stage
Shame on you if you don't protect your private space
Outrage will result if someone is caught in public Nude.
Who makes this decision, and why does everyone follow orders?
Since we only bring our skin from the divine with us,
Being bashful, prideful, or ashamed is not a problem for me;
Instead, i admire animals for being so pure and unadulterated.
There are laws that punish what is considered lewd behaviour
Such behaviour is blasphemous in some religions
It's widely accepted that Adam and Eve were covered in leaves
It's deemed wickedness to uphold one's birthright.
There are absurdities in religious doctrine, which is truly unfortunate
Should individuals disregard the regulations they are made to dread?
Some female folk are told to cover even their head
Many are compelled to hide their body or off with their head.
I seek honesty,
Which would leave me vulnerable,
As is pretty obvious
Should this be the case, i persist in being true to myself.
I am not just a bare-Naked black man
I am a christian bisexual bare-Naked black man.
I once thought being a period was such a drag.
I'm usually at the end of most sentences, like this one.
How dull is that? You see, a question mark get's a person curious.
And an exclamation point is filled with excitement!
But a period just follows after the end of a statement.
Or so I thought.
One day, I happened to hear something new and amazing.
Sally said to Sam, "I never want to go on a motorcycle with
you ever again, Sam, and I mean it, PERIOD!"
I had never heard the likes of this before!
Sally not only mentioned my name, but she
shouted it out at the top of her lungs!
Then I heard something like this again from Jim Bob to Claire.
"Claire!" he said, "I will never go out on a date with you
again, PERIOD!" The emphasis was on the period.
So, I guess I must be important enough for people to holler
out my name like that.
I feel better now about being a period.
Written on 9/2015
I am here to let you know.
The most important things in life.
We can live our lives together girl.
So come stand next to me.
I am here to let you know.
To try to make you see.
The most important things in life.
Were to look you in the eyes.
To tell you all my hidden secrets.
The things that make you cry.
To search for a thousand ways to love you.
Search forever more.
Climb to the top of the highest mountains.
Sail to every shore..
So I am here to let you know.
The most important things in life.
And we can live our lives together.
Together side by side.
I am here to let you know.
To try to make you see.
The most important things in life.
Were to hold you in my arms.
To tell you a lot of little stories.
Stories I dramatize.
To find a million ways to keep you.
To keep you next to me.
To search for burried treasure.
Down at the bottom of the sea...
Important Things-Song Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2015..ALL rights reserved..
I-mportant freedom from
N-ation of different race
D-elivers us from slavery
E-ven from colonial ways.
P-ursuit of important freedom
E-vidently shows our being worthy;
N-ever will we lose our honor,
D-efending with highest dignity.
E-veryone wants to rise,
N-ever to fall what may come;
C-ourage contains the conquerors,
E-merging with important freedom.
Topic: Independence Day (June 12)
Freind’s are important as you know.
Friends to love and friends to care .
Share those dreams that are deep.
All your secrets forever to keep.
A positive thought when you lay to sleep.
A peace in knowing that they care.
Every need they’ll be happy to meet
And every problem so to beat.
Dreams can come true if you have a friend.
And will your broken heart to mend.
Break the barriers in your mind.
And in your perfect happiness find
They give you all the time you need.
And all their warnings you will heed
They’ll give so freely without greed
And not much thought to themselves
If you see something important,
tell all, if not, tell some> Don't stop.