Best In Honour Of Poems
I thought of her smile, her love, her life,
many lovely moments in the past,
a great mother and devoted wife,
when she breathed her last.
many a purpose her life avail,
many a role and many a cast,
her feats in life had carved a long trail,
when she breathed her last.
Never a moment to stop or rest,
Never her life zeal would fly half mast,
she gave family her very best,
till she breathed her last.
what praise or glory can one bestow,
on a mother’s kingdom timeless vast,
we bow in her honour as tears flow,
she has breathed her last!
2nd placement
Mother poetry contest
Constance La France
Written 08/Feb /2021
In honour of my mother who will live on in hearts.
9,9,9,5 syllables
Sponsor Constance La France
Mother poetry contest old or new poems
I'm inspired to write you an ode,
This is Libida to Libido,
A friend with benefits bro,
To me, you are my hero,
We've now sailed our boat,
Your loving keeps me afloat,
With all your charms and grace,
You make the world a better place,
You've put a grin on my silly face,
To me, you are my hero,
Signed Libida, to Libido.
Mother Earth
We all share this green planet we call earth
We all have been here since our date of birth
We all are guests on this planet we call home
We all are given this gift we neglect to atone
She gives us the air we breathe to sustain all of life’s continuance
She gives us the sky above, shelter from abysmal space imminence
She gives us variances in all of her terrains, many places and wonders
She gives us stability beneath our feet to grow, explore and wander
We rape all of her resources and consume them at will
We have been doing this for years, and continue this still
We pollute all her air, her lakes, her rivers and her streams
We live at the precipice of disaster, yet do nothing it seems
I am in awe of her beauty, her resilience, her strength
I am aware of all the damage that we all inflict at length
I am consumed with the fear, all we love and cherish may come to an end
I am confused that we, her guests on this planet, are not a better friend
Ask yourself this question, what can I, just one person do to help, to save
Ask yourself, have I been one of many that have consumed the all she gave
Ask yourself, have I been a true friend to her lands, a true human being
Ask yourself, do I take personal responsibility for all I have been seeing
Mother Earth, my deepest apologies
Listen to my "December lullaby"
"Oh, whispering willow"
With love for sister, "salt poured from my eyes"
For "I miss my yellow"
"She waves her wings", sighs "when the sad wind blows"
Her "medallion moments"
"My ethereal seraph" hardly knows
Her unique endowments
"Even without ink", "indigo silence"
Marked her "haven of hope"
"The beautiful dolphin" had no guidance
"Black dove", she could not cope
"Crimson fire" lost in "embers and snowflakes"
"Half of my heart" is gone
"Ebony reflections" are her heartaches
In an "opaque grey" dawn
"With bated breath", she bid "Summer goodbyes"
"White lilies for you", sis
"I'll keep your heart warm" every new sunrise
My dear you, how I miss!
"Blue was the colour of her dress" the day
"The tender lost doe" died
"My porch, an empty canvas" to portray
"The sadness of a child"
"Some other day, some other time", we'll meet
In "vast lavender fields"
On paths "better than gold" we'll share a treat
From death's dark past, He shields
"Those woods along the shore" have their bottom
"Deep in the horizon"
"An aria of alluring autumn"
"Scented leaves", the siren
"Stuck in a snow globe with you", I'm happy
"Can I be the one", dear?
"Shining in poetry's light", you're snappy
But you're safe, have no fear
"Our dalliance has ended" now, so soon
I feel like those crazies
"For You are my great escape" 'neath the moon
"Butterflies and daisies"
I look for "footprints that will never show"
Memories make me cry
I place a "withering white rose" in snow
In my heart, you won't die.
05.20.2021
In honour of Laura Loo
{I have used her poem titles (in quotes) and written in first person to try to show her immense love for her late sister.}
In honour of praise I kiss the sky,
When I am speechless my words lie tied,
In honour of kindness for what it's worth,
It's a valued commodity which love gives birth.
In honour of music, I can hear the bells,
It's truly magical as it casts its spells,
In honour of art and how it speaks to your soul,
There's no greater filling to make one feel whole.
In honour of friendship and the joy it provides,
Great friendships last and will never subside,
In honour of poetry and to poets themselves,
May you each have a book that lives on our shelves.
In honour of this life, we are all blessed
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