Best Important Person Poems
Listen to her with all of you
Your fists clenched
Your lips together
Your head moving, slightly, side to side
Perched on the edge of your seat
Tilt your spine forward
Search for the soul deep within her eyes
Gently ... Don't frighten her
Make her feel she is the most important person in the whole world
Nothing else matters except what she is telling you
Hear what is in her voice
Her interests ... become yours
Capture her heart
Never let it go
Why Not Me? 1/25/13
At times I allow my thoughts to wonder to that one question that brings such sorrow and pain; why not me! I have gone through life not knowing why but have often wondered why not me too?
I have cried more times than not and prayed for understanding. What could be so wrong with me? I have so much love to give and all I have ever wanted was to have someone, anyone to love me as much as I love them. I want to be the most important person in the world to someone and always come first.
I want and need someone to love me. I have so much to give but need the same in return. If I can love unconditionally; can’t someone love me the same way! I can’t understand how or why I could go through life and never find love. I have prayed my entire life to find my one true love. I have never given up but still find myself asking why not me.
My heart breaks while my mind is torn apart not understanding why I can’t be loved. I have loved so that I just wanted to melt together only to be rejected!
Why not me; is the question that I dare to ponder leaving my heart ripped apart as my screams are heard only by me. I only ask for love! What is in store for me that I have never found anyone that loves me?
At times when these thoughts surface tears follow and sadness fills every inch of my soul. To know I am unlovable is almost too much to bear. My prayers seem to go unheard, as they remain unanswered. I can’t believe no love for me is the answer! So my heart and mind filled with pain and sadness wonder why not me?
Broken and alone as I continue on my journey through life, my heart guarded by the highest walls keeps love safe inside no longer trusting. Now knowing love will not find me and it’s not safe to ask that question to such a lonely and broken heart. I guard against the razor sharp why not me!
Debra Knapp
Let us Not Lose Sight of the Moon, While Counting Stars
Sometimes we are so busy in our life with some unimportant things that we forget to give enough attention to our core and to the most important person for us.
The moon will never disappear while we counting the number of stars, and it will still remain more important than the star for our existence.
So moon represent those we dearly love and beloved, because we can always count on them when we need any support.
Deep in their heart, they will always be there for us in our daily life or whenever we have problem.
Therefore it is very important for them to be always involve in our life as a bridge between the stars and moon.
Received attention from others or give it back to them is a privileged in a relationship and it can give good feeling, so do not let the most important people in our life to suffer.
It may give a wrong impression which can cause jealousy or attention came out from deficiency and that brings us into trouble.
Because there may be disagreements come from the wrong flow and causing an unpleasant situation with mixed feeling.
That would turn our entire standard of living to be unbalanced which can give a different meaning for our life and we do not feel at ease.
If we really can think good about it and read into other’s people mind then we should have absolutely taken into account with it.
Because we ourselves were probably also not accepted it so we have to try avoid bad things from being happened.
But things done is done, just let go but take it as a good lesson for next time.
As the proverb say “Don’t lose the moon while counting the stars”.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
http://poems.easybranches.com/
Dear Mama,
I can’t believe this time has come
When you’ve always been the one
To comfort me and help me to see and believe
That everything will work out for the best
Now, it is my turn to say to you, dear Mama,
Everything will turn out ok and you will be fine
Even if you must meet Jesus tonight
I know your heart is right and you trust in the One
Who is God’s one and only Son.
You know I don’t know how I will go on
Without you here to support and encourage me
You’ve always done your job so perfectly
Making me feel like I could always come to you
Dear sweet Mama, How I will miss you if you should go.
Only you can know that this love I have for you
Goes beyond the depths of my heart to my soul
Dear Mama, how I love you and want to tell you…
You are the most important person in the world to me
I love you more than anything
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By looking at your picture
Is like you are still alive
Your face is still fresh in my mind
Always proud to tell your suffering
And your moments of joy
Beside your bad side...
...you have consol alot
You've known pain
And you have past through alot
Of difficulties
Beside all your default...
...this is not important
Because you were the the hero...
...the icon
That unique singer that keeps us
All on our feet
Your 'bonm' and your 'zez'
Was your two best friend
When you were on stage...
...no one gets in your way
Your mission wasn't accomplish yet
But our God needed you
The road that you have started
I am following
But it doesn't stop there...
...I will pass it with my children tomorrrow
That it won't lose its value
And in a way that you will
Always be present...
...and forever live among us
Dedicated to my great-grand-father that was an important person in the culture and part the
heritage of Seychelles, who died when i was very little.
Lost and Found
My name is Daniel. For 70 years--from age 14 to age 84--
I was incomplete, bereft of mother, father, my identical
twin brother Joshua, and all my boyhood friends who were
with me that day in 1944.
Some of the stronger men had strained and struggled
to force apart the bars on the window of the railway cattle
trailer packed to capacity with Jews bound for Auschwitz.
The results of their labor was an aperture large enough
for the egress of very slender people--like Joshua and me.
"Go, my precious ones!" cried my mother.
"Go, and LIVE!" said my father. "GO NOW!"
I grabbed Joshua's hand and pulled urgently. He wrenched loose:
"I--I just can't! I love you. Good-bye."
It was in this manner I escaped terror and death, but--Oh, there
was so much I could never escape. Each day since then, I have
seen their faces--those anguished,tear-stained faces, especially
Joshua's. Soon they were all dead; they had to be, didn't they?
I grew up, married, worked hard at a fulfilling career, raised three
fine children with my wife, and played joyously with children and
grandchildren--but still was incomplete.
On mild spring day, the greatest void in my life was filled when a
stranger approached me at the park and said, "Daniel (he knew my
name), a very important person is waiting for you a few yards ahead
on the next bench." Then he just walked away.
Sitting on that bench was the near-mirror-image of myself. He stood
and smiled broadly. He had my eyes, my build, my crooked smile,
my snow-white shock of hair. Then he said it--he said "Daniel"--
like no one else who has ever existed could say my name! It was
then I noticed we were dressed alike--same style, same colors!
He told me of our parents' deaths from starvation, of his escape from
Auschwitz, of the life he had lived, of his seventy-year search for me.
My heart broke, and I begged his forgiveness for presuming that he
was dead--that they had all died at Auschwitz. Then he spoke the words
that dried my tears: "I've nothing for which to forgive you! You must now
forgive yourSELF and be whole."
We are inseparable.
Hundreds of people escaped in route to Nazi concentration camps and from those camps.
written for Silent One's Long Lost Family Contest on July 22, 2016
Historically
What did I see when I look in the mirror at me?
Reminding me of what I didn’t want to see
Critical and self loathing –frustration of me
Never loving anything that I saw within me
Or attempting to analyse how I could change the view I see
I focused on the failures, the attempts, fear
Hating the attention, eyes upon me
Even those that reflected from me to me
This was the relationship between the mirror and me
Now
What do I see when I look in the mirror at me?
A little more acceptance of ‘the me’ I see
The mirror more practical than it’s ever been
Application of make up and the hair to boot
Brushing my teeth while humming to a tune
Knowing that I feel more comfortable with me
Eyes – my eyes are still judging me
But I value more the mirror and me
Future
What will I see when I look in the mirror at me?
A very important person in my life once asked
What do I see when I look in the mirror at me?
My answer on reflection made me see
How badly I had valued ME
Since that day this is what I see when I look in the mirror at me…
I see the man of my life standing next to me
I love myself and how the mirror reflects my happiness back at me
I look at my eyes and the reflection of how I feel
Brushing my teeth, humming a tune a dance move or two
I know who I am, what I feel and where I want to go
I love the man standing beside me and his eyes gazing upon me
The mirror and me finally agree……………
Day in, and day out, from the ripe old age of five
I’ve take to sharp objects and whittled at their sides.
Plotting the precise angle with penetrating gaze,
the slant of slice, just so nice, as memory replays.
With curt tongue and tireless ire, I shred the sages
Burroughs, and Asimov, the Shakespeare past ages.
Butchering with rare delight, the language on the page
lancing every metaphor and simile upstaged.
and so I've arrived her in rhythm and in rhyme
killing the English language as other people dine.
*Nibbs are the pointed ends of fountain pens
as well as being an important or self-important person
If you were still here, the world would be a better place.
But you died nearly two years ago and it's a disgrace.
If you were still here, I would still be blessed.
I lost the most important person in my life when you were laid to rest.
If you were still here, I would still have my best friend.
But my life was destroyed when your life came to an end.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
SECURITY BLANKET....
YOU were my security blanket
nothing on earth quite like it
I LONG for you to wrap me tight
miss the MOST important person in my life
this pain cuts deep like a knife
your always there to make things right
you made my dark days fill with light
now my sweet Angel you have taken flight
hold back the tears with all my might
do you know how much YOU mean in my life?
to have you as my blanket I sure did WIN
your sweet voice lovingly letting me IN
your so comfortable like a second skin
I miss ya so much Mom where you been?
your warmth like no other comes from withinin
wrapped in protective comfort I start to grin
the calming familiarity about to begin
in my saftey blanket you comfort my fears
dried an abundance of salty tears
reassured me that youd always be near
kept your word year after year
did what yo said you were gonna do
LOVE being wrapped up in the warmth that is uniquely YOU
look of Love on your adoring face
your my safe warm comfy cozy place
I wanna be wrapped so tight in you right NOW
I cant get it just right just dont know how
how do i get warm Mom what do i do?
my body cold as ice here without YOU
colder by the minute such a chill
please come hold me tight need my fill
ths is a nightmare not a dream
cuddling w you was so serene
you where the one who truly mattered
I start to shiver my teerh frantically chatter
a iciness has enveloped me body and soul
no way to get warm like days of old
my heart freezing chilled w pain
until you wrap me up in your
Warmth once agagin
He is driven to the Day Hospice each week without fail,
Walking with a cane, hunched over, tall, thin and very frail.
He kisses his wife goodbye and touches her hand as she leaves,
Although she reassures him, the loss of her presence he perceives.
Even as cancer invades his body and steals his last rational thought,
He rambles on with his stories, the appropriate word is sought.
Sitting on the couch with others, he tries to join the conversation,
Topics always lead to his wife, he points to the vase with the carnation.
He reminisces about volunteering and the bible classes they taught,
Then suddenly he gets up to leave, tears running, becoming distraught
Demanding his wife be able to attend this place to receive the loving care,
Weeping he whispers, my wife deserves this so much more, it’s only fair,
Unable to settle, always keeping a watchful eye on the door for his wife,
Longing for the most important person, she has been the center of his life.
For love is always present, for those who have been loved, you believe,
Love that is true does not disappear, even in illness or when you grieve.
**Day Hospice is a day program provided to dying patients where they share friendship and games, and are provided a fine dining meal. It allows the caregiver (family) a day of rest.
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Poems that have lost in other
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Jesus is My Superhero!
Ever since I was a little kid he was there
He would remove all of the monsters beneath my bed
And help me count the stars from my bedroom window
Ever since I could remember he was leading me on the straight and narrow
Keeping my head on straight too
One day I contemplated killing a frog and he was there to convict me
He said to me, “No! That frog is my friend! How would you feel if I did that to
you?”
He was right again, always keeping me on the straight and narrow
He was even with me during years of child abuse
Comforting me as I was stowed away in a cold musty basement
He comforted me with an incredible imagination
I never had a single nightmare
As I slept in that cold dark room with no furniture
No, not a single nightmare!
He would bring me dreams of flying and killing dinosaurs all through the night
He was my Lord and Savior and he knew exactly what to do for me
He entertained me in so many ways
Then it was time to go to kindergarten and mom couldn’t hide me any longer
It was out of the basement and into a single room with a single mattress
The entire world was now beginning to open up to me
Here I was now 5 years old and rescued by my grandmother
She was then allowed to pick me up every Sunday for Sunday school
Oh she was my knight in shining armor sent by Jesus
She brought me to a place where I received unconditional love
She became the most important person in my life from that point on
She always pointed me back to my super hero—that was JESUS!
Now that I am older and have three kids of my own
My superhero is still right beside me
Guiding, instructing, and entertaining my creativity
He is all I have ever needed all along
He is my heart’s song!
He is my Jesus!
So if you also want a super hero in your life allow me to give you some great
advice
Call upon the name of Jesus and he will see you through anything
He is the reason for my hope
He is the reason for my existence
He is the jump in my rope
He is my Lord!
Written for Super Hero Contest
My personal testimony of my super hero
Nothing is impossible for my God!
Gwendolen Rix
8-7-14
You are wonderful thing,
An important person
A best friend, A cherished daughter
You have an adventurous life
Full of twists and turns
You have some amazing friends
Who are waiting for you
To come back, To return to us
I'm writing as one of those friends
Where we wait for you
You are a beautiful human
That didn't have enough time
To live life to the fullest
If only we all knew
What was going to happen
But of course we didn't
For death is unexpected
Zoey, you shall be remembered
By all the people who stand
Who are close to you, and maybe even far
Because we all love you,
And even though your in another world now
Our feelings haven't changed
You will not be forgotten
For you are cherished
And all those precious moments
Of your beautiful, but short life
Will be in our minds, every day
Because you’re special, to all of us
The name Zoey P.
Will be known
By million of souls
Because you did not get your chance
At a full adventurous life
When we all think of you,
Love will come
Zoey, My final words to you,
Is not to be lonely,
Because we will see you in the future
In another life
Goodbye Zoey, For now.
My lover comes to me from dusk until dawn
You may see him on his black horse 15 hands high
Loves me very much, just as I do him, something I would never deny
Over, and over I play it my mind, all of the we times share
Very important person he is, in the town he represents
Even more I wish to be his wife, and bear him with many presents.
Reality is the truth, he has another, now I am trying to forget all our times together.
©Holly P. Moore
October 2012
Who's the grandest marshal in my parade?
Who is the best of all the rest?
Who stole my heart without fanfaronade?
Three questions I'll assess,
and give you just one guess.
The most important person in my view
is that someone I can count on
when the going gets rough, no ballyhoo.
He's neither prince nor pawn
he does not feign or fawn.
I'd rather not name names, he doesn't mind.
A diamond glows, transparence shows
real treasure lies behind his eyes so kind.
No wonder that I chose
this gem when he proposed.
His life reflects the light of God above.
I cannot lie, a polished guy
whose life is lived for family that he loves.
Hereby - Happy Birthday
to my mate and mainstay.
October 1, 2012