Best Impressionable Poems
A period of youthful vim ferments
as coruscating golden flecks in eyes
that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise
to secrets in my breast to stir, foment.
The xanthous tresses that cascade torment.
My eager and impressionable sighs
that echo every pirouette and pliés,
a fleeting intercession of lament.
A maverick when it comes to amour
and quintessentially a rakish cad.
Unrequited love longstanding rancour,
but finally become your paramour.
An enigmatic smile ever so sad;
your broken heart I gladly give succour.
Categories:
impressionable, art, love, valentines day,
Form:
Sonnet
I sometimes feel a unique vibration within
my own ears. My baby’s crying, calling from beneath his quilted,
baby-blues. His sobs rustle the warm sheath of home.
Before my mind reacts, my body is up, hastily tip-toeing
into the nightlight’s calming glow of a cow jumping over the moon.
Outside a soggy, spring night splatters under streetlights
like urban art. A steady rhythm of flowing rain
beats down on puddled pavements. My baby’s cries
reverberate as they reach that instinctual part of me,
somewhere deep within my diaphragm and through my heart.
A mother’s astute ears know the subtle variations of her own
children’s breath in sleep…I hurry to the shadows of my baby’s crib
to find him curled up, eyes still closed; little whimpers
and groans escape from his open lips…a bad dream, I realize.
I gently rub his back, shushing away all that disturbs his peace,
and I wonder about a child’s impressionable mind…
what intrusions of an innocent day could bring a bellowed anguish
to the sweet dreams of a carefree boy not yet two?
I listen to him tumble in and out of his fear until his breath is a tranquil hum…
only then, do I hear the music of an early morning’s falling rain.
Categories:
impressionable, baby, dream, mother, night,
Form:
Free verse
young impressionable minds today
fearless leaders of tomorrow
years in between will pass
will slip away in a flash
under our tutelage
our guidance
our encouragement
our influence
our illusion of dominance
that for some
will escalate
to abuse of power
to oppression
extinguishing the light
within a child
one at a time
nothing short of
exterminating
dreams of tomorrow
bursting the bubbles
of confidence
meant to lead to stellar feats
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 25, 2019
Categories:
impressionable, caregiving, confidence, dream, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
You wanted someone strong; you wanted someone who wouldn’t crack. You thought you were making me tough by breaking me down. You told yourself it was the only way, because I wasn’t the boy you wanted.
No
I was a girl, your first born. I was delicate, young, and very impressionable. I grew numb to the pain I became accustom to.
You succeeded. You made me into someone the world couldn’t shatter, because you can’t break something that’s already in pieces.
Categories:
impressionable, abuse, dark, father daughter,
Form:
Narrative
Young an impressionable waits for you not knowing you would not be true My days are long My nights are filled with tears
Not knowing you would not be true I gave you all my love My nights are filled with tears Holding my pillow as if it was you
I gave you all my love You chose to love another Holding my pillow as if it was you My foolish heart must go on
Date Written:4/4/20222
4/6/2022 Poem of the Day Winner
MY FOOLISH HEART Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Categories:
impressionable, day, heartbroken, love, youth,
Form:
Pantoum
Impressionable young hearts do tell the grandest lies
When learned from grandfathers with sparkling eyes
Grandfathers living renewed through the breath of a grandchild
Oh grandfathers’ whoppers told in all kindness and glory
The bigger the whopper makes the child’s lies the cute little story
Thus the grandchild’s faith breeching walls of reasonable reality
Simply because beloved grandfather had told the story
My grandfather said it was so- tiny voice of pledged belief
And I believe him -for grandfather would never lie to me
So sleep little one- dream the telling’s of funny grandfathers beloved
For their little lies to you are meant to not make you a worried
But make you believe in the impossibilities of grandeur and extravagance
There is a Santa Clause
The fish really was so big it couldn’t fit in the boat
I wrestled a grizzly when I was just about your age
For in the telling of such blessed little lies
A remembrance of grandfather will never die
The wisdom and laughter thus remembered in each time’s telling
Will warm you over and over- as little lies do you begin the telling
Categories:
impressionable, child, childhood, family, grandfather,
Form:
Couplet
we stimulate our minds for our intellect to grow
becoming more technical
remaining spiritually slow
so we face trials and tribulation
crisis and complications
praising God, while serving Satan
expecting love when spewing hatred
our faith is dissipating
until its totally forsaken
for miracles we pray
yet and still we disobey
missed lessons
means blocked blessings
wrong paths are chosen
cursed to glimpse the promised land but never enter like Moses
it's hard to humble ourselves cause we've got pride
so we find a hard head leaves a soft backside
when stressed i ride
reclined, inside
sounds booming
trying hard to decipher the message in our music
Pac said keep your head up
Treach said guard your grill
Wu sang protect your neck
Cube said to kill at will
Eazy said easy does it
Run said hard times
Jigga ask can I live
but Big ready to die
50 cent said get rich ore die trying
K.R.S made stop the violence, and listen to my nine
these are questionable times
that leave young impressionable minds
hoping to find success pushing dope on the grind
thinking all the pain would end if they became rich
but the harder they hustle the more pain and anguish
if we could understand the hustle
we would over stand the struggle
instead we constantly land back in trouble
on frivolous pursuits
searching for forbidden fruits
living lies until they collide with the moment of truth
I been there and done that
played with fire and got burned as soon as my hand healed I'd run back
so young and misguided
mama said don’t do it I tried it
it's by God's grace I survived it
flash back to my youth I was so naive and timid
wondering if that path I walked on is the one the Lord intended
tired of getting beat by bullies so I learned to prevent it
but I found my self in front of the judge as a defendant
five times aquited of crimes that I committed
but the one time I was innocent is when I got convicted
justice may be blind, but she so vindictive
so I struggle with it
trying to make since out of the senseless
Categories:
impressionable, caregiving, faith, philosophy, song-pain,
Form:
Rhyme
I know I am privileged
when I see water in your eyes
One smell, one scene, one sound
- a flashback,
which only you can see
Only you can wear, the scar
that goes where you go,
it can never be erased,
it is eternally buried beneath you
but never completely hidden away
A part of your life, a moment
a memory - a journey
That you have traversed and inked,
mentally, physically and emotionally
We speak of our scars -
when we can, we wear them with pride
They are important in the making of who we are
As your eyes dabble or swim in the water
it is your soul expressing something important,
an impression that is forever yours
I am privileged - my soul wants to reach for yours,
to ease your torment, this emotional pain
My eyes want to swim with yours,
not because I know what you are feeling or remembering,
but because I am there for you, I feel sadness
In all of your incredible strength, I know
that in this moment no strength can stop
what needs to be released from within -
that's how these moments are important - impressionable.
Categories:
impressionable, life, memory, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Young me took this to heart:
“Love many,
Trust few,
And always paddle
your own canoe”
Now I paddle my canoe
In icy waters
Far from my youth
and my many lovers
not one of whom
I trusted.
Categories:
impressionable, age, love, trust,
Form:
Free verse
Once,
I saw rainbows,
across the tear washed sky.
Their iridescent gleam
illumining the astral realm
and spilling down into the waters below.
Buds burgeoning on every branch,
Flowers opening their delicate folds,
and summer bees spiraling around,
gathering nectar for frosty days.
Saw radiant smiles gleaming past,
angelic babes’ innocent face,
Men toiling from dawn to dusk
going about their lives’ odyssey,
Speeding vehicles moving down
as ants, in an unbroken chain,
Nature, posing from time to time
in silken green, amber gold
and in dazzling white
Everything fleeted past,
as through the window
of a speeding train.
Neither did they linger long
nor were they daubed bright
in paints variegated,
on my mind's impressionable canvas
to call them back to mind at will.
I lived my life in acute haste.
Colors, shades and myriad scenes
passed me by as common sight
But now with a heavy mist blocking out my sight
and an inexorable darkness
covering me like a shroud,
plunging me, all of a sudden, into a perpetual night
where sun beams never again shall fall,
I realize with a jolt, how much I have missed
and how much more I will miss!
Categories:
impressionable, angst, depression, loss, senses,
Form:
Free verse
Upon a wall out in the west,
A print hung nailed to adobe.
A beaten Indian warrior hangs his head
On his horse on a cliff so sadly.
His braid disheveled, a tear I think,
A memory upon an impressionable child.
I can still feel with my little girl's heart,
When I recall "The End of the Trail."
Now that little girl is nearing that end,
Her battles not the same, but done.
With the hope she’ll meet that Indian again,
With his head high, his war now won.
Categories:
impressionable, analogy, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Honor Your Mother and Father
“2Honor (esteem and value as precious) your father and your mother--this is the first commandment with a promise--3That all may be well with you and that you may live long on the earth.” Eph 6:2-3 AMP
Honor Your Mother and Father;
Longevity is your reward.
Children must learn obedience;
Through obedience trust is scored.
Love is the only answer
To the teenagers of today.
So many parents fail to listen;
Prefer control forever to stay.
In attempting to control your children,
When strict obedience hasn’t been taught,
Is like trying to retain a deer in a holding—
With frailty is fraught.
Children need to be taught to honor God;
Their accountability is supreme.
When they do wrong they must repent;
It’s in prayer to God their redeemed.
Discipline not your children in anger;
This is ‘fighting fire with fire’.
Discipline your children in love,
With patience that they’ll admire.
For children to be deprived
Is more effective than pain.
Good behavior restores their privileges;
Teaches obedience has its gain.
Children need to be taught obedience
When they are young and impressionable.
To Honor Your Father and Mother
Should never be negotiable.
Ask God to teach you daily,
How to train your precious children,
So when they reach their teens,
They’ll not pose a major problem.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Categories:
impressionable, faith, family, inspirational, children,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm painting up my face and nails
with just a touch of teen.
Cos' Mama's inspection never fails;
of child and adult I'm in between.
Daddy answers the door below;
a nervous young man appears.
Glaring with a fatherly glow
dear old dad nearly brought him to tears!
Quickly I brush my hair once more
and down the stairs I fly.
Bye we say and we're out the door;
I swear I saw my mama cry!
Off we go in his silver caddy
and I ask him where we're going.
I'm sweet sixteen and free of Daddy
so I guess my excitement was showing.
To a movie and casual dinner
is what this boy had planned.
I said "sounds like a winner"
and thus the flames were fanned.
He treated me to a burger and fries;
afterwards we shared a kiss.
All you could hear were panting sighs;
my practice pillow never felt like this!
A very special night of firsts-
my first kiss, my first date.
The night rolled on with happy bursts
until it grew to be late.
I never wanted all this to end-
thought I was falling in love!
Impressionable it was easy to send
my heart up to heaven above
And so that was my very first date-
finally at home I did arrive.
Daddy was waiting by the front gate
to make sure his little girl was alive!
for Frank H's contest "First Date"
Categories:
impressionable, dad, daughter, mother, teen,
Form:
Rhyme
You are a father in his eyes
An angel in disguise
And even though your blood does not run through his veins
The love and care that you give, it stains.
What more of a gift to give a young boy who is very impressionable
Than an excellent, positive role model to look up to
You have captured his world
And made time to be a part
So much that he has created a home for you
In his heart
I want to thank you for being the perfect father figure to my child
And all that you do.
On this day and always
I am grateful for you.
Categories:
impressionable, child, dad, father, fathers
Form:
Rhyme
Terrorism Uses Violence
By Franklin Price
9/21/2016
Terrorism, uses violence to politically achieve a goal
The terrorist does the dirty work, as required, it's his role.
A bomb, a gun, a knife or two, a commercial high-jacked plane
Anything to scare the public, causing death and hurt and pain
The acts that we have witnessed, for fifteen years and more,
I don't believe are terrorism; let's examine what they're for.
Perpetrators have no politics; at least none I can see.
Some say, it is religion; doesn't much sense to me
It's about the haves and have nots. The haves, have riches to entice
The have nots, who have no future, into terror that's not nice.
If the enticed had any politics, would they take a one-way ride?
Terrorism, as it's known today, mostly ends in suicide
The poor and the impressionable, are the ones who join the cause
To disrupt those who have a future; they do not stop or pause..
Strike fear into the lives of those who have a stable life.
Cause them to wonder, if they're next; replace stability with strife
Can't see how that's political; except make civil go away,
May inject their chaos anywhere; to hold the world at bay.
Looks like they're succeeding. They're disrupting every day
Can't let their acts continue; can't let them have their evil way
If violence is all they know; the only thing they use
Here's what I say that we should do; a plan they can't refuse
Don't make excuses for them. Don't give them any slack.
Make all efforts, now, to stop them. Don't talk useless, idle smack.
Send the special forces, the snipers and the drones
Kill those who plan to harm us until there's nothing left but bones
What does not exist, can't hurt us, can't recruit misguided men,
Can't kill others indiscriminately, can't be terrorists (?) again.
Categories:
impressionable, abuse, death, murder, political,
Form:
Couplet