Best Lifeday Poems
A race against time.
I can not enjoy my days.
They are not long enough, for the things I want to do.
I simply come and go.
Stay long, I can not.
Like a relationship that comes and goes.
My life has no stop.
Ending up in places no one knows.
Over the edge, over the top.
I look at the time .
It flies by fast.
Where has my day gone?
In the morning I am sipping on coffee.
Now I am in bed, my day is done.
Minutes pass me by quickly.
Not giving me time to breath.
One day I was 23 years old.
The next day I turned 35, asking where did all the time go?
I am not getting young.
When is this going to stop?
It all started when my life begun.
Will it end the day I drop.
Like the milk that spills from a cup.
A race against time
Should I just give up?
I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
3-31-10
Sweet and charming in everything I do or say
Outspoken when it is called for
Unique in my own right as I am sassy too
Talks with an accent that some like
Hospitable to each and everyone
Enjoys being a flirt
Really knows how to charm
Never gives away my inner most thoughts
Beautiful in my own right
Each day is another day to be
Learns manners early on
Lady like in all the public sees
Eloquent even when I do not want to be
Like rivers of time / our lives drift by /
as seasons / providing the trees /
acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time /
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.
Travelers in time are all / like a wind
sweeping across the plains of life / visitors in a temporary land /
enjoying moments of bright sunny days / filled with fun and joy /
soon to be followed by sudden storms /
and then dark hours / followed again by
the brightness of the day / rivers of time /
carrying each traveler through his day / waiting /
waiting for the next to arrive /
Time an ever moving thing / a river /
carrying each person / in turbulent white water /
or calm flowing streams / through all events of life /
then stranding him on a rocky and barren shore / or
other times / gently laying him upon soft and lush meadows /
to rest as in a quiet and calm place /
Finally on the appointed day / a call goes forth / and
the wayfarer receives his summons / to quickly go /
moving through time / to stand in a queue / moving to an unknown space /
together with others summoned / to appear at some distant place /
The queue is formed / the line moves forward / the time has arrived
to board / those great ships of time / like the giant Leviathan / casts
off from near harbors / and then ever moving / to arrive at some distant
shore/
Like rivers of time / our lives drift by / a season at a time /
travelers all / in a moment in time.
The sky was blue--no clouds at all.
Just the empty palette of a day past.
And --like the lightening, an airplane struck the sky
Big and Brave
and in a flash, it was gone.
Leaving behind the most brilliant stream of orange cloud
Creamy and Coiffed--elaborated tapestries of the sunlight's sweetness
That day I found a dreamsicle in the sky.
A tempest rages deep within
A storm brews in my soul
Outside conflict seeping in
And stirring in my bowl
So many things that I expect
And never seem to gain
I try to stand back and reflect
But I'm clouded by the pain
A simple task that I request
Be done when I get home
Is crumpled up and trampled on
Then tossed before my throne
To me it's like a mockery
I'm talking to the wall
Why is it so hard to do
The things I ask you all
An hour a day is all you need
To get these things in line
An hour a day then you can play
And everything is fine
Cold and tired, I come home late
And not a thing has moved
No-one raised a finger here
To see if I'd approve
Why is it so much to ask
For help along the way
I know that all inside this house
Can hear the words I say
When e're I leave before the dawn
To toil in the sun
I hope that this might be the day
When all the chores are done
Maybe just an hour more
Is all the time they need
I give it then I come back home
To find they paid no heed
A tempest rages deep within
The confines of my soul
Thank God I have the poetry
To keep me in control
Rockman
Even though those days have passed, I still find that writing is the best way to vent
feelings.
Sweet Spring just knocked upon my door and now it’s mid-July.
I’m jealous of each passing hour since I told her good-bye.
Youth stays for just the shortest while and then it's claimed by age.
Before the last is written on, we've turned another page.
As that most precious gift of time is grudgingly allotted,
The story of a life could end, long before it's plotted.
No man owns so many days that one day should be wasted.
No matter quality of wine if it is not tasted.
Now's the time of life when I appreciate the flavor
Of each day as it arrives, ere it is gone forever.
I meditate to clear my mind
I meditate real slow
I meditate to contemplate
On all the things I know
Would meditate let me mediate
Between my mind and soul
Can I meditate until I see
The day that I am old
Wrinkles on my face appear
Like trenches that are ploughed
Scorching sun has dried my skin
My life has passed somehow
A day once happened I was born
And dreams began to flow
I thought that time would never stop
An endless TV show
I meditate and contemplate
I feel my world within
I see my sorrow and my joy
And new dreams to begin
Form:
Pretty poems, like colourful crayons
In the eyes of a child; escaping ~
The realities of it all....
These words, these fantasies; these vapours?!
In this world as we know it
A place of risen dust....
Always returning unto its emptiness
That can never be filled, with pretty poems!?
Pretty flowers and before you know it
Their illusion, has withered away....
And still your left, with another day
A day in the valley of sorrows void
Of happiness; unless?!
Happiness is what you count as a breath
And then you gasp; choking upon the truth
The truth, the truth of it all....
Pretty poems, pretty, pretty; “Reality”
These words, these dreams, these fantasies ~
Pretty, if never could you see; pretty poems
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How pretty, can they be!?
Form:
I made myself believe, I was happy
but I lied.
I went form day to day and smiled,
yet, inside I cried.
My dreams faded every year,
still I had hope.
Convinced that I had a nomal life,
I found a way to cope.
Trying to fix things for everyone else,
I could do.
Caring about myself was always last,
I didn't need to.
I never realized what I gave up,
free will, hidden inside.
So afraid of hurting and disappointing,
I had to hide.
Words of anger, hostility, and blame,
caused me pain.
Fantasy broken, I don't care anymore,
I want myself again.
Standing on the edge
should I just let go?
Just leap and see
where I will end up?
Or should I just hang around
wait for a better day
until the clouds clear
until my vision is no longer obscured
What if I still can’t decide?
Would that make me a coward?
Scared to be me?
The person I know I can be
I don’t want to look in the mirror
one day and not like what I see
I want to look in the mirror
and see the real me
Head held high
facing forward
not dwelling on the past
regretting the what if's
of days gone by
So watch me leap
and maybe just maybe
my wings will open up
and do what they were meant to do all along…
Fly, not because I forced them
but because the timing was just right!
4th place
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He made the dew drops to embrace the foliage
with the dawning of day
He clothe the birds in a colorful array,
He gave them voices to usher in a new day
He gave us eyes to see
He gave us ears to hear,
He gave us voices to extol our gratitude and praise
every day to start afresh,
each day to appreciate the second chances
ultimately embracing life with the sound of the birds,
with the smell of the flowers
each day filled with His blessings,
sometimes we stare at them blindly,
forgetful that He makes it all possible…
Time starts ticking the day we're born
Today is tomorrow's past
Yesterday is just a memory
That fades and never lasts
Everyday when the sun sets low
We're closer to the grave
Death keeps calling every hour
'Til we become his slave
While we're young we live forever
Living life to the fullest, we're bold
But one day soon time starts to fly
Then the grave awaits, we're old
Looking back we count our blessings
And curse the things we've lost
For time doesn't care who we are
And we all must pay the cost
Our life is only an echo in time
Destined to disappear
From birth to death then we're gone
Like we were never here
If today was my last day,
I would tell my friends, family and
even my foes
how much they have influenced my life;
if today was my last day,
I would embrace the weather
whether it is winter or summer;
if today was my last day,
I would offer apologies to
those I have offended
and to those I have hurt;
if today was my last day,
I would ensure that the people
left behind know that I love them
and that the life I lived was a blissful one;
if today was my last day,
I would thank the Lord for giving me
the time on earth and be wishful that I have
accomplished all that He has set out for me from birth;
if today was my last day,
I would want it to be a day
of no regrets,
a day where there is more laughter than tears
if today I took my last breath
I would want it to be a day,
where I smelled the flowers,
where I glance at Table Mountain for the last time
and whisper Lord, I was truly blessed…
Contest: If I had just one day left to live
Placed: 5th
What makes us human?
Is it love?
So many of us take it for granted
Yet so precious few know how to give it.
Is it hope?
So many of us fall into despair over tiny things
Yet so precious few know how to find strength in it.
Is it intelligence?
So many of us ooh and ahh over what technology can bring
Yet so precious few know how to live in harmony with nature.
Has two thousand years of civilization
Really brought nothing more than destruction?
Has it not also brought realization?
Within time, there is change.
Change for the better, bringing us back from the fringe.
There is always love,
To guide us through storms and roads that are rough.
There is always hope,
To back us while we cope
With our troubles, every day that we live
Every day that the sun rises from the heaving sea.
And though we face a heating Earth,
A dimming of our days,
With our intelligence we can fix it in a thousand small ways.
Human qualities come shining through
They almost always do.
It is the "always" that we dwell upon and have faith in,
So that a new, better age may begin.
When you have spent most of your life,
Suffering from panic attacks, Agoraphobia, and strife,
The last thing you need to happen to you,
Is for your glasses to suddenly break in two.
Only an hour before you meet Cherie Blair,
Help, what a total nightmare.
Then on the next table you spot DAVID BLUNKETT,
As you sit there filling your face with junket.
There is always someone Worse off than you,
Especially at this type of do.
Then she comes over, CHERIE BLAIR, and starts to talk to us.
It feels like a dream, we are chatting to, at the time the Prime Minister’s wife,
Telling her all about my broken glasses and strife,
Telling her how I can hardly see.
She is so nice, as nice can be.
She’s done her homework, She knows what we were all about,
She impressed us, without a doubt,
I just hope I didn’t stare,
The day we met CHERIE BLAIR.