Best Interacted Poems
You drifted into my ambience, on a light summers breeze
I'd never seen such perfection, carried with so much ease
We barely interacted, though our eyes may just have met
Quiescently touching my heart, a moment I'll never forget
By
David Kavanagh
If you seated ten blindfolded Poetry Soup poets around a table
That had only ever interacted and connected long term online
Asked the ten to chat to each other and ask questions
Though NO conversation whatsoever of the poetry or personal kind
I wonder if at end of this chat session
When the still blindfolded poets were told ten names
If they could pick any of the poets correct identities
Sounds like a fun and interesting game!
I hardly recognize this
modern world
for it's changed so much
within my lifetime
I grew up
in a much different place
where people interacted
face to face
not through cutesy emojis
used in cyberspace
to express emotions on the internet
on such sites as Skype, Facebook, and Twitter
having never met
each other
in person
nor do they ever expect they ever will
for the meaning of a friend
has changed
to a numbers game
and how many likes you can collect over
other people competing
with you
on the cloud
meanwhile, the tactile feel of
a hardy handshake has all
but gone
the way of the dinosaurs
nowadays
The Truckers:
It has been said that it takes a whole village
To raise a child; How does the village help
Families raise the children?
Truckers live in the village; and together, they,
Along with everyone else helps raise the children.
How do they help?
The truckers transport the goods that merchants
Need so the merchants can sell the things
That folks need to be smart, strong, healthy,
Entertained, clothed, and happy.
They work around the world…endlessly.
Delivering products. Through towns and cities
Driving here, driving there; delivering goods.
Back in the times of the horse and carriages,
The “truckers” used horses or pushed handcarts.
If someone had an extra hog to trade or
Crops to sell, they usually bought directly.
The farmers or someone else in the village
Helped deliver the things that needed to be delivered.
Together, people worked, struggled, and helped
One another. Children were responsible.
Their help was needed for survival…appreciated.
Everyone in the village helped to raise the children.
Even the children helped with the younger.
People interacted, closely. Thus, they helped raise the children.
Today, men and women still help raise the village children.
The children watch truckers on the road.
Driving, passing, changing lanes, shopping in shops
They set examples, good or bad.
And children watch wide eyed with ears perked!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 19, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 19, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
LIFE TOOK ME TO A JOURNEY
Life took me to a journey…..
Leading to a grassy grove surrounded by big trees…
So big that, the powerful sun could barely penetrate its branches…
Beautiful soft green grasses covered the earth…
Pristine by man or machine…
Birds and wildlife flocked freely…
Having no fears of mass genocide…
They survived on what mother earth provided…
And interacted with all living beings equally in my eyes…
In the centre of the grove laid an old fallen tree…
Which even in death, provided refuge for the smaller beings…
What a beautiful life they lived…
Can humans ever live peacefully like this?
This is the question we must ask
copyright© shonima burman
Suddenly the tallest mountain set on fire,
And I suddenly leaped three times higher,
Oh God, I wondered ''Is this your wrath''?
But wait, wait, I guessed that was not Earth!
There was a beautiful sunrise,
But the sun was half of it's size.
Barren yet beautiful, red yet dull,
Perhaps existence of life was also null.
I could not believe my own eyes,
Oh,God, that was Mars to my surprise!
But how did I come here?
My mind stopped working in utter fear.
Suddenly a martian man stood by my side,
And observed me in utter surprise.
Then he started nodding his head,
His whole body seemed to be painted in red.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks,
Being sure that I was in high risk.
Minutes within his fellows joined him,
They talked in their own language, it seemed.
Together they leaped three times,
And sung a song similar to our rhymes.
At this point they seemed harmless,
And they tried to make me their friend I guess.
I also nodded my head and leaped three times,
And tried to sing a song in the form of rhyme.
It worked magically and I became their friend,
Through gestures, nodding we interacted till the end.
We came to know each other,
And we had fun altogether.
Now it was time for me to return to Earth,
Where everybody was eagerly waiting for my birth.
We know what Mars looks like from pictures sent by satellite
and in the near future we'll send expeditions to find graphite,
but in the meantime can we send someone to Mars
other than astronauts: isn't it an amazing and lovely planet?
I have a fantastic and bizarre idea for this coming Christmas:
and the only catch is that Santa can't travel on a sleight!
We should have a serious chat with Santa and reveal this fantastic plan
to him, he may turn it down with his infamous grin;
let's explain to him how it will work in plan words:
he must learn how to fly a small spaceship and head to distant Mars!
On Mars children don't know that Christmas is: gifts and carols;
it's time the earthly kids interacted with the little Martians with large, purple eyes,
but be warned they may they have big ears and very long noses
like Pinocchio, the wooden boy, does it mean that they're mischievous and tell lies?
Will Santa travel to Mars and meet those kids who may look strange?
How about the language barrier? What must he do to communicate?
Santa may ask you to give up your presents in exchange for their friendship;
aren't you anxious to meet them: isn't a thrill to make a voyage on a spaceship?
I had known and interacted with him for at least twenty years. It would be great if I could remember the first time I met him, but I shall never forget the LAST time I looked into his eyes.
He was a staff pastor at our church with multiple assignments. Never have I met anyone more dedicated to his ministry.
We were happy when he consented to take some extra time off. At first, it was announced that he would be on a 30-day sabbatical, but I'm not sure if anyone knew that his sabbatical would be interrupted. During that period, he had a medical appointment that proved very negative. Following that appointment, another announcement was made of his condition. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that was of the none-treatable variety. He was given a short time to live and we all took it very hard.
It was decided that our church would have a celebration of his life before his demise. There were many people at the amazing service, but I was able to make eye contact with him and his family. I thought that was the closest I would come to saying goodbye to our beloved pastor. However, as I was driving out of the parking lot, I spotted him in his daughter's car engaged with others. I knew that this moment with him alive might be my LAST. So I stopped, and exiting my vehicle, I proceeded quickly and stooped my head through the window while he was speaking with someone else. I kissed him on the forehead and slowly walked away, sadly. That was the LAST time I touched him, the LAST time I saw him alive, but that affectionate moment will last a lifetime.
11272018PoSoupContest, The Last, Silent One; 2P
Calm downy the wind stepped,
Halved yet was the Moon,
Rain lacily traced mid-distant,
Sunset rays interacted
While gliding forms silhouette backdrops
As ideas place the play.
We called our Bed and Breakfast the Presidents’ House
A sprawling antebellum Italianate with a rich historical past
Fed our guests tasty nourishing breakfasts of presidential repast
Served by an eighteenth century-adorned raconteur, my spouse.
Our guest house was known for its spectral residents merry
Many we met, got to know, and interacted with over the years
Some got acquainted with our guests if they showed no fears
Prominent to visit from the house of the dead was Ms Jerri.
She was sassy, could be mischievous; at times playful and sweet
Until they met Jerri or her friends some were reluctant to believe
Other guests agreed what the mind believes the eyes can achieve
Once a female guest became quite ill and chose to stay in her suite
When she got over her flu and came down to breakfast one day,
She wanted to know who had visited her and massaged her feet.
She insisted this was one fine woman she wanted, in person, to meet.
We told her then, in great detail, about Jerri our shadowy spirit’s stay.
Written on February 12, 2021
For "Ghost Contest"
Sponsored by Julia Ward
If I had a week of total ease,
Nothing to do but what I please,
I know that I would have to roam
Far from the confines of my home.
At home is where the work would be,
If I didn’t find it, it would find me.
I would sign into a splendid spa
With blandishments that would overawe.
I’d soak in their floral scented tubs,
With standby masseuses to give me rubs.
When with other guests I’ve interacted,
Eaten food with the calories extracted,
We’ll retire to the den for a game of chess.
I’ll dazzle them all with my finesse.
After it’s over, this week of bliss,
I'd go back to work, which I truly miss.
For Carol Brown's contest Won no. 1 along with many others.
Connie Marcum Wong
Connie Marcum Wong! Super strong!
We held like minded personality and interacted beyond poetry-soup arena.
I relished and honoured her every comment touching core of heart.
An emotional bond had tied us though without any scope to meet.
I love and admire her all along.
10/14/22
Short Connie Tributes
Contest by Andrea Dietrich
tongue-tied mumbling
of an anxious mind
unable to think clearly
unable to speak freely
nervousness overtook
the mind creating varying degrees of
inconsistent interpretations that
clouded my better judgment
causing many indecisive decisions to be made
creating many a foot in month statement to be uttered
this became the way in which i interacted
with you
could not help it
could not stop it
could not control it
it over took my very being
at the time
If one's fate follows a multi-day course ending.
Even though the trip is on its way to soothe
There's nothing my body isn't sure regarding.
This isn't just a lie; it is simply the truth.
This is not, in reality, a lie I'm displaying to you.
Nothing less than the circumstances of the situation.
The doctor was uninformed around medicines too.
A caring doctor contributes twice as much to restoration.
It was lucky that everything went smoothly.
In terms of culture, there was no dispute.
As long as it was fair to relate or show empathy.
If you interacted with certainty without a repute.
I'll glaze the duty. I'll not forget again to wear a mask.
I'll heap an eye on how medicine and culture evolve.
You put in no effort; all you must do is retain track.
You are correct in your assertion on what's people thrive.
What a person has realized defines their proper excel.
Ignorant fools despise and envy all experience.
You will explore this if you seek information as well
People have expired, but creative minds never expire.
Anytime science is evaluated, it is found to be true.
Without a doubt, this is the most thrilling of times.
When you realize better, you do stronger too.
Will be able to resolve even the hardest problems.
03/18/2021
EMBARRASSED
I met him in my cousin-sister’s place.
He was playing with her kids in vigor.
Sister was watching with glowing face.
She introduced me as her new neighbor.
I as in regular touch with my sister.
On office trip her husband was out off and on.
I tried to lend a helping hand to her,
when she had to stay all alone.
Onward when I visited my sister
I chanced to meet him and interacted.
A handsome guy holding nice nature,
But I never felt attracted.
After college hours direct from railway station
On short visit I used to drop to my sister.
In our young days, there was no facility of phone.
Only approach of introvert lovers happened though letter.
That afternoon I just got down from the train.
The guy blocked my path and said ‘Please!’
I was astonished. He looked so strained.
He finished’ Will you kindly take this?’
He held a closed envelope in his hand.
I was puzzled. I had no interest.
What to do? I just could not stand.
Next came up my most embarrassing moment.
He explained ‘I love your sister.
We are exposed. I am scared of scandal.
Please do me this favor.
Hand over this letter to her: urgent and confidential.’
07/11/16
My Most Embarrassing moment Contest
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