Best Last(A) Poems
There are women who feel a strong need
To nag men until their ears bleed
In a war of attrition
With relentless petition
Is a cruel way to make men concede
Men wish for a life of peace
But get nagged by a tongue that won't cease
Men will just say
It's the female DNA
That must out in it's need for release
We can’t help it; we just HAVE to nag
Guess some folks would call us 'an old hag'
Men get on our nerves
When you paw at our curves
You should give up and wave the white flag
We can suffer from bad PMT,
Become ogres that men want to flee
We Scream and we Shout
Say We’ll throw you out
But for some reason you wont let us be
Better by far, we should try this next time
It's effective and will prove sublime
By wearing Earplugs
In each of our Lugs
We'll be laughing, whilst nagging - in Mime
Laughing together will lighten our day
It's a tonic to chase all our problems away
For a really Big Smile
Can last a long while
And we'll both get on better that way
Our spoken words are just like birds set free
They are hard to get back once they're released.
The pain that they cause, these can easily
Be the thorns in one's heart when friendship ceased.
Speech can be cutting when wisdom is missed,
And the words we have said bring us regret.
Words last a long time, even after death.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.17.16
(The rhyme royal stanza consists of seven lines, usually in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b-b-c-c. In practice, the stanza can be constructed either as a tercet and two couplets (a-b-a, b-b, c-c) or a quatrain and a tercet (a-b-a-b, b-c-c).)
the last
of seven
hard-fought contests
high school band celebrates
a first
the last
of four tries
to birth a son
finds them with five girls AND
a first
This morning I was notified by TPS that I had been gifted a lifetime premium membership and that the donor wishes to remain anonymous.
I have been given an incredible gift. A gift that cannot be wrapped in a pretty box with a bow but something I will cherish and use for the rest of my life - the gift of words on Poetry Soup.
It is impossible to put into words what I want to say to this amazing person. Thank you just doesn’t come close. I want them to know that I will use this gift wisely and will continue to learn and grow as a poet.
I try and make people smile with my humourous poems but today I can’t wipe away the smile I have on my face.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
Hugs Jan xx
10~14~16
She wanted a daughter, her husband a son
They've had a baby, these lovely words are new
Been waiting for years for a live child to be born
Many times in labour, always still born
Grandparents waited to hold their grand-son
Tears of joy were shed, overwhelming hope is new
A nursery been prepared all sparkly clean and new,
smile on their faces when a crying baby was born,
Heart bursting with joy, at last, a son
Want to shout from the rooftop, at last we have a ......"New Born Son"
A.....new
B.....born
C.....son
Penned 13/07/2014
Couplet form poetry, to me you are so elusive
My mind a stage as you act like a fugitive
Letters and words are playing hide and seek
Hidden in my thoughts, I must know the trick
Every two lines where ending syllables rhyme
I started to hunt phrases with patience of time
Shall it take years of scribbling out a piece
Now I focus to inscribe, evading the abyss
Afraid this might not be as good as others' craft
Almost I crumple my simple unfinished draft
But slave I am of poetry's enthralling beauty
I ought to complete my first couplet entry
- author's note -
my first Couplet attempt, didn't know
if I've done justice to the form :(
This love must not stop,
It comes from deep heart
which rises to the top,
No one can set apart,
I've found you at last,
Just like moon and star,
Disappointment is in the past,
As our emotions travel far,
Which makes others to emulate,
And true passion to escalate .
Contest: 10 lines,5words rhyme II by Laura Loo .
1-20-18
A Love to Last a Lifetime
This June, sixty years wed;
amazed, how can that be,
we, so long ago, said,
"I do" to each faithfully?
Three new lives we bore
and raised; they in turn,
with spouses, gave five more...
more love to have, return.
Hearts joined on Valentines Day...
"Thank you, God," we pray.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Judged: 02/14/2018
Premiere Contest: Valentines Day
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
~1st Place~
Contest: 10 Lines, 5 Words Rhyme II
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/20/2018
In this moment, I fade into,
An infant sense of time,
Man and earth all disappear,
Can’t define a me from you,
We’ve travelled so long, so far,
To reach this place that we find,
What’s been left away to hide,
What’s inside becomes alive,
A lonely clock stands still to smile,
Watching friends fly on by,
Hands held up in serenity,
Letting seconds last a while.
Our love lasted a lifetime
nobody's as shocked as I'm.
So many years to remember
passion hot as fireplace amber.
Fifty years dreaming of you
every year my love grew.
Gave me a wonderful life
always been an amazing wife.
Something wish I could give
another lifetime we could live.
Silent nights and sleepy mornings
carry your best through our song
blown soft in the wind of change.
Heart, sweet
giving all in which you breathe
a gracious gift, freely
words of wisdom, encourage
the sombre tones of grey
beheld
but not desired
Smiling sun, sleepy still
behind marshmallow clouds,
sitting low in the sill.
Fragrance, sweet
perfume caresses me,
half asleep,
with hands gesturing
a patch of fog, shreds of memory,
rags ripped in corners
tattered but you and I still laugh
At last, someone we can believe in
no airs, no baggage, a sense of humor
Pokes fun at himself, but not the next guy
audiences ring with laughter, no one cries
On the issues he's very well-informed
tends to conserve, but unafraid to reform
He even says, "I don't have all the answers now"
... probably won't tomorrow either, anyhow
Only one slight problem with this ideal candidate
Seems he died in eighteen-hundred seventy-eight
Birds of feather flock together
This is true I gather
equal passion drew us close
I'm glad you I chose
You love me as I'm
Rest assured there's no sham
You will have no regret
For, for you I fret
Forever will our love last
Lets together have a blast .
At Last a Candid Memorial Plaque
By Elton Camp
At the park I saw an astonishing sight
A different plaque was really a delight
I stood agape and read it for a minute
“Joe Bucklesby hated this park & all in it.”
For never before in my “borned days”
Have I seen anything other than praise
“Moe Morris was everyone’s friend.
It’s so sad that his life had to end.”
“Mildred Murray was a kindly soul,
One who had a heart of pure gold.”
Like a funeral service, none will tell
“Fred was a rascal who resides in hell.”
Joe Bucklesby is a man I never knew
I have to wonder if what it says is true
A park surely can be a nasty place
Visited by folks who are a disgrace
I wish that the reasons why he hated
Could be, in detail, somewhere related
He left a bronze footprint on the sands of time
Was he an honest man or some ball of slime?
A LOVE TO LAST A LIFETIME
~~~~~
Lucky me, love, a lifetime.
My dearest and me together,
until the end, love divine,
each day so much pleasure.
Helps our love to langure.
When two becomes so fun,
Not one word of anger,
Two hearts beating as one.
The rapturous pain of love.
A gift from One above
~~~~~~~~~~
13th January 2018
Entered in 10 Lines, 5 Words: Rhyme II - Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo