Best Keep Poems


Keep Our Ghosts At Bay

I feel your pain like it was mine
Having an ability to see your soul
If you hurt and can't speak
Sit here with me for I am fluent
in silence
And if your ghosts from the past 
leave you sleepless then know that
I will be there to watch over you 
taking the first shift so 
Sleep will go undisturbed 
Our tragedy in life is not death
but what we let die inside of us
Remember that you do not 
only live once 
we die once but we live everyday 
we only need one friend 
who will be there for 
us always regardless 
keeping our ghosts at bay 
when we feel we can't go on
To allow us to rest when 
we are too weak


2nd place
Contest:Your best free verse from 2019' 
Sponsor:John Hamilton
Date:10/4/2019

Premium Member Knowin How To Keep Em

Oh don't think that I ain't seein'
As you roll those purty eyes,'
And my man stands there a gawkin'
Like he'd won some sort of prize.

My ma taught me how to keep em
And to cut you down to size.
For there ain't no man worth havin'
Can resist my apple pies.

Premium Member Keep

sun shadows through my hair 
in my heart you drift, before sleep
daylight dreams dancing everywhere
heart-prints glide, almost there
you are a dream i wish to keep

stars upon my pillow
in my heart you drift, before sleep
wishes collect on the window
my thoughts whispering low
you are a dream i wish to keep

wind with clouds, seasons glow
in my heart you drift, before sleep
halo on the moon, an echo
touch of you, ache to know
you are a dream i wish to keep



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~ Something Dreamy ~
Not for a Contest

Form~ Lind68868
Featured Poem- 5/9/2021


Premium Member A Promise I Can'T Keep

The sun was setting with a breeze
Seductively sliding behind the trees
Watching his descent
Was quite the event
I witnessed a day to night striptease

He left me with the biggest grin
I must admit with some chagrin
Watching as he changed 
Glances were exchanged
I didn't mean to embarrass him

I just kept looking straight ahead
The entire horizon turned bright red
Tomorrow at sunrise
I'll apologize
Promising next time to turn my head

           Daniel Turner

Premium Member Keep It Real:If I Could Cry

if i maurice yvonne could cry
i’d spread my tears
eternal over your 
( say it, dare to be bold)
naked body
(then she could taste your pain)

but i can’t shed tears anymore
(tell her why)
(you need her to know)
(no i can't she'll leave me)
(get out of my head)
my mind beats differently now

i have seen the doctor
i'm not well...kind of
(you're blowing it)
(can't you see her face)
(quiet i'm trying to think)
it's not like a normal doctor

if i could feel
(you use to. you did)
i would touch you with
the hands of a silk maker
gentle and caring and with purpose.

the doctor.
my physiatrist.
i was diagnosed as bipolar 
(there you got it out)
(was that so hard?)
leave me alone will you
no i'm sorry not you

they gave me drugs 
i don't feel like i use to
not the mountain not the waterfall
(give it a break just speak plain)
(ok yes i will)
i can't cry any more
i have no sex drive
it's the pills

if i...
oh my God 
if i...
i would and more
i’d run beyond to hold you
i would

the pills
they make me docile
you'll laugh when you hear this
because you are always with me
(don't get all mushy with her)
i miss you 

(ok bud you did it)
(let's just move on)
i have no answers, but
i know
what you're feeling
you want us to be romantic

way back
(i can't listen to this)
(i am out of here)
before being medicated
i was passionate 
so very passionate

not anymore 
i'll tell you though
something’s got to give
my god 
something’s got to give.




Maurice Yvonne
September 11 2014

Just Keep Holding On

Just keep holding on

I know to you, the world doesn't feel right
I know, you gave up, you gave up the fight
I know, to you, the world is your enemy
I know, you feel, you feel you'll never be free

Chorus

So Just keep holding on...
the nights almost over...
soon will come the dawn
Just keep holding on...
relinquish all your sorrow...
pray to make it to tomorrow
Just keep holding on, 
The future will be brighter
Just keep holding on
The sun will always rise again
So Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on


I know, how you feel,
like the world is coming to an end
I know how you feel,
Like you haven't got a friend
I know how you feel,
Like everything goes so wrong
I know how you feel,
You don't feel very strong
I know how you feel,
you feel like you don't belong.

So just keep holding on
Just keep holding


Chorus

So just keep holding on...
the nights almost over,
soon will come the dawn...
Just keep holding on
relinquish all your sorrow,
pray to make it to tomorrow
Just keep holding on...
The future will be brighter
Just keep holding on...
The sun will always rise again
So Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on

John Derek Hamilton
January 28,2017


Premium Member Keep Your Hand On My Shoulder

Let me not say hurtful things,
Or shameful actions do.
Let my words not sow deceit,
And thus bring shame to You.

Let my words bring only peace,
And my actions too;
That I may walk with head held high,
And only friends accrue;

For there are those who look for faults,
And point out others sin.
Let me build up my fellows Lord,
And not be one of them.

Cleanse my heart and cleanse my mind.
Let me not cause doubt.
Keep Your right hand on my shoulder Lord,
And Your left hand over my mouth.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.

Dreams Will Keep

Photo by Rhonda Pearson Smith



Thickening fog hung beneath the willow tree
consumes dreams of your lost poetry.
From sandalwood-scented sleep,  
I kiss you and weep.      
Love songs will
keep,
lustrous still.
Silver lyrics creep         
to gold dust dawn from the deep 
creases of clouded sleep, where I free
thickening fog hung beneath the willow tree.



Written 7/13/20
Contest - Andaree - 11 Lines Poetry
Sponsor - Joseph May

Premium Member You Are More Than Your Wounds - A Whisper of Strength

Pain refines, 
but grace restores.
This is the whisper 
of strength.

There are days
when the world feels heavy, 
when the echoes of yesterday 
press against the walls of today. 
You walk forward, 
yet the past lingers like a shadow . . . 
a silent presence 
reminding you 
where you’ve been.

But hear this: 
You are not bound 
by what was. 
You are shaped 
by your resilience, 
by the moments 
when you chose to rise, 
even when 
the weight of it all 
begged you 
to fall.

Pain has touched you, 
but it has not 
broken you. 
Instead, 
it carved wisdom
into your bones, 
strength 
into your spirit, 
and grace 
into your steps. 
Healing comes.

Whatever storm
you walk through now, 
it is not here 
to consume you. 
It is here 
to remind you 
of the fire within, 
the unwavering light 
that refuses to dim. 
Rescue comes.

And in this chapter . . . 
you choose to rise.

Let these words 
settle within you. 
Breathe in 
strength, 
exhale 
doubt. 
You are seen, 
you are heard, 
and 
you are never alone.

Premium Member Keep In Mind - the Choka Style

~Keep In Mind~
(Choka)


God truly loves man
He has for us  a great  plan
You're very special to Him
He loves  us all way
Remember Lord died for us
Jesus did and that's so true

God created man
Earth and the whole universe
Our God is an awesome God
He loves you all time
With unconditional love
Saves,  gives eternal life too.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011



September.18.2017



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  " Choka "  is a Japanese  poetry form or style.

Another Memory To Keep-First May Contest

May the first is traditionally the beginning of Spring
St Joseph is their patron saint this day to be 
the  only free day when no workers  joined
the throng of people shuffling looking already tired
to wherever they work, eyes down still shut tight
Make them work  long hours you will find
was their bosses right.

May Day the food was prepared with what money they had
try to find some newish clothes to wear, 
though second or third hand.
Their beautiful daughters would wash their hair 
then brush it until it gleamed 
a small flower was placed with utmost care

A maypole is  placed in the village square
With bright coloured  ribbons dangling there
The fiddler would play, soon up stepped the gents
follwed by the maidens, with no lover as yet
They weaved and they bobbed shouting with glee
Many a romance started when they danced happily

At the side the morris men would dance
Jiggling their bells sending you into a trance
All made for a happy day, set in your memory
making you smile for another year 
before a day free

The may queen was chosen some blushing young beauty
Crowned with a ring of flowers and a small bouquet
She would dance for the people in a small ring
waiting to see who wrote and would recite the winning madrigal

May first brings the spring and buds bursting into flowers
A trillion small petals like a shower would flutter down
the myriad it makes brings a smile to your eyes
Cheers everybody it's spring, 
our bodies need this time to relax and survive



Penned 10 April 2015

 

* madrigal. -  a short love poem 


Picture taken by an old friend Dave Chang who gave me permission to use it.

Keep Your Dreams

Above the sky
   Is a dream
That comes to my
  Distant shore.

Here's a little, formula ,
  I hope all. Can
Endure.

Keep your dreams
  Nurish them.
Compound it in 
  Your soul.

Seal it in a destiny
  Box, 
 forever you Will hold.

Confine & patent it,
  Replace it in your mind

Preserve & restore it
  True love you, will find

Meditate, with prayers
  Keep it refreshed,  
Revived & new.

No matter how diminished
  At times,
Dreams do follow through.

Let not age, gender, race or
  Where your from.
Hinder you.
  Never believe, for a second
Its unattainable.

Channel, create,  &  formulate
  The self esteem, in you.
No matter how simply small
  Or enormously big it may be.

Throw it in the stratosphere
  For all the stars to see.
Memorize, emancipate, your
  Own prophecy.

The destiny is self fullfilled
  If only you believe.
Think with an open heart,
  There's something, out there
To achieve.

Come in humble spirits,
  It is there for you.
Keep dreams to yourself
  Bind it to your core.

Never relinquish the dream 
  You have.
Keep it safe & secure.

This is the most important
  Detail, I must say to you.

As selfish, as it may seem.
  To hold a fragile dream in 
Your palms, 
  Can be destroyed, before
It starts.
  When verbally rendered
In the wrong hands
  May take away that 
Special chance.

For it is meant to be
  Gods gracious gift, 
Indefinitely

Created souly for you!!!

Premium Member You Keep on Moving

I wanted to be your Captain America,
but I feel like the remorseful 'Joker,'
who has lost his 'Harley Quinn.'

Do you recall our first song,
how I strummed guitar strings to
reflect our romantic symphonies,
but now all I hear are unfinished lyrics.
The flowers we planted now wilt,
as you left them unattended.
I tried to release all the budgerigars,
but they slump in their cage
with broken wings.

You left me abandoned, 
where the wildcats cry.
I'm lost, alone in an asylum of angst,
ready to erupt like a firework fuse,
as slowly, sanity vanishes in flashes.
The weight of my tears sting like acid 
on my cracked porcelain skin,
as lungs collapse from screaming,
like a broken brittle bridge,
unable to hold the burdens -
all that remains is brick and mortar.

I don't want to live among 
the shattered pieces you left behind,
so I travel from Jersey shores,
to ivory sand dunes, building castles, 
but you keep on moving,
so racing waves wash them away.
Empty echoes and silent rooms,
mean my heart dissolves like
those sand particles, 
lying upon the sea bed, 
resembling ruptured dreams.

As the Red Oak trees release their leaves,
they prepare a scarlet carpet,
adorning you in admiration,
hoping you return to me in the fall.

I won't forget nor stop loving you
until my last breath and if I'm fortunate, 
maybe you will place a bouquet, 
perfumed in your tenderness
upon my final resting place. .
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Keep Your Friends Your Friends

Gradually life became about survival 
suddenly my friends became my rivals
don’t see them now, think they’re my enemies?
That they'll never be, they’re treasured memories.

Would I go back and alter?
Maybe small altercations 
but feel forever blessed to 
have had friends so amazing. 

And though some did me wrong 
maybe I did them too 
we’ll leave that stone unturned 
to preserve and not chew.

In all fairness to have had our paths link up for so long, 
creating so much before it all went wrong 
is really rare and special, 
we lived on the same level, 
the pitfalls and perils 
as we smoked ourselves sterile.

On different paths now 
as our distant laughs sound 
in memories less loud 
a group of friends once proud.

These people I can never side against, 
how the power of the past prevents, 
can never hate these ladies and gents, 
after all they made up my greatest events.

Because...

Over time life becomes about survival,
suddenly your friends become your rivals,
don't ever allow them become your enemies,
walk away and keep them as good memories,

because one kind not to store in your memories,
are the many you meet out to be enemies,
these people are nothing but your rivals,
keep your friends your friends it aids survival.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I Keep Coming Back

You kill me  
And I come back.

You kill me again
And I come back again

I don't know Why.

Am I the problem?
Am I the cause?
Am I the affliction,
the recurring pain?

You kill me  
And I come back.

You kill me again
And I come back again

The earth rumbles,
Crumbles,
Sending water surging,
Car Sirens blaring,
Dogs barking
Cursing the chill streets' air.

You stare
A still moment;
You're Home.

Thrill, tears of joy fill,
Runs down both 
you and I cheeks.  

Ill, how do I respond?

I don't understand
What is happening.
The guide is the sun,
What was behind
It wasn't meant for me.

Left behind, alone.
Alone out in the darkness
As the tempest speaks,
Drenching 
Down to the muddy ground
Pooling
With nowhere else to go.

I shudder as I walk away,
Drowning
In deathless sadness.

In torture
By your glaring eyes;
I lie down weaken.
Again, I die.

You kill me  
And I come back.

You kill me again
And I come back again


11/2/2020
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

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