Best Linger Poems
Why should one wish the days to pass
Of lush and verdant meadow grass
And butterflies with stained glass wings
Which autumn's burnished hues outclass?
A summer breeze revives the mind
As worldly cares are left behind
And gentle waves of lapping seas
Coax weary bodies to unwind.
Await the golden harvest grain
But may lips linger once again
On luscious strawberries' sweet delight;
Resplendent fruit of summer's reign.
Life's hourglass is finely planned
Why hasten on the grains of sand?
Let scented roses fill the air
And summer's splendour take its stand.
03/10/18
The dog days endure contest : Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
N/A Second Chances N-A Poems From My Contests Only Part I Chantelle Anne Cooke September 2020
May lilacs linger everlastingly
in dreams he dreams of me. Whenever he,
by chance, is in a pitch black room alone,
may he recall the scent of my cologne.
As long as I can write sweet poetry,
may lilacs linger everlastingly.
May he recall our love song slowly playing;
how we danced, pressed together, swaying.
And may he still remember my warm breath
against his cheek. Beyond his very death,
may lilacs linger everlastingly
the same way he stays in my memory.
Oh, may he not forget - when shadows fall -
our kisses in the dark. We had it all!
My darling man, may he remember me.
May lilacs linger everlastingly
written Dec. 31, 2015
Now For the For the Best Love Poem #4 Poetry Contest of PD
The truth was concealed with many branches. Countless
are the days I happily lingered in the comfort of your shade
before passionate winds revealed each of your limbs as too
weak to support natural, core growth. Your delusive roots
cannot grab substantial hold in earth while fertilized by
pretense’s charade. Only hollow echoes resound within your
skin of splintered bark and your shadows of nothingness grow
ever longer.
Under a warming sun, I joyously gave my heart in open palm
to you. At the time, I ignorantly embraced your breadth and
sum, for your apparent beauty preceded your tells of long
developed and craftily hidden inner rot, sure to disease all love
given in deep, steady, heartbreaking spurts. I can no longer
tarry beneath your deceptive branches and chose to depart with
no thought of ever returning, but I leave behind my tender pity to
witness your inevitable withering.
To linger in your arms is but a shadow of how you linger in my heart,
for when you depart you steal a small piece of me,
though you think I don't know, each time you leave
I feel something missing inside of me,
and like the flower that lingers in your hair your image lingers in my mind.
Keep them. They are yours freely given by me.
A token to be cherished to be caressed between your finger tips.
Hold each one gently, they are fragile, they will break.
How I wish our time together could linger in to eternity,
where we could share each stolen moment
and remember the joy of us together,
and each golden smile that you give to me,
but my one lingering regret is that
each shining part of me that you have taken,
each curious little trinket that is alluring to you
will be stored in your heart and soon forgotten, and
you will never allow me to linger in you.
12-26-16
Let me close my eyes for a moment,
For a fleeting breath or two.
Let me linger here
In a slice of setting sunlight -
In that place between
Awake and a-dream
Where you still breathe with me.
Let me see your smile for a moment,
For a fleeting beat or two,
And hear your wind-chime laughter
In that place where you are whole -
Where you're not a fading piece
Of my wilting history
While your gardens grow without you,
While your church bells sing without you,
While we go on without you.
Please.
Just linger here with me.
As a melody linger in her mind
She holds her violin closely
As musical notes in black and white are defined
Soon, her violin buzzes with "Flight of The Bumblebee"
Her bow swift and bold, her smile coy
As she holds her violin closely
After that flight, a rendition of "Ode To Joy'
As her violin speaks to symphonies divine
Her bow swift and bold, her smile coy
Her violin exhales Beethoven's Sonata Number Nine
As she inhales the melodic flow
Her violin speaks to symphonies divine
While she deftly strokes her bow
She plays the classics great composers wrote
As she inhales the melodic flow
She sees the color of each musical note
As a melody lingers in her mind
She plays the classics great composers wrote
As notes in black and white are defined
When I was a little girl unaware of life and evil,
Father would take me to the park with him;
I loved the ducks and how sweetly they floated there,
Father would sit on a park bench watching me feeding them.
The ducks would come to me without hesitation,
They knew nothing about evil or corruption;
Ugliness in the world did not exist in this peaceful park,
It was so soothing beneath the trees to just sit and talk.
Oh, to go back to those days of the innocent child,
Who would ask father question after question;
Under those swaying leaves and pretty ducks drifting by,
He talked to me about life and nature on that park bench.
I went back to the park recently to visit the park bench,
It still remains as I recall where me and father sat;
Lingering there I watched the ducks drifting and remembered,
A gentle breeze touched my hair and I imaged it was father.
Sitting on the park bench with me . . . .
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February 13, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Where Memories Linger
Copyright Protected, ID 16-756-382-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem #37
sponsor, A Poet Destroyer
First Place
Silent echoes linger on
When the poet's ink no longer flows
Sometimes the muse is gone
But will return to meet the dawn
Do poets ever truly leave?
Their poems are left behind to inspire those
Who may find words to weave
And write of the dew upon the rose
Poets muses take them far
And let them play among the stars
Poets are really never gone
Though silent echoes may linger on
11-28-2020
Where Do We Poets Go? Poetry Contest
...like the stirring wants of summer eves
that slumber in naked beds
that hold our attention from heart to head
linger
like the soft full lips that speak the neon tension
of need
that give us light and motion
intimacy that beautifies what the earth has
lost in smoke and war
linger easefully on my chest
lover
with anthems of lore in a spirited telling
that bind us in the seeds they sow
that the languid moon might own
for the voice I hear this passing night
rich with racing wine
lingers with its tasting
when all the bobs and buds of touch
bubble like the rain
once in a lifetime
this moment
precious as it was
would never pass again
how i longed
for it to linger
to capture its essence
immortalize it
so i wrote this poem
to give it life
and set it free
on wings of a butterfly
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~IN THE GARDEN OF MY FANTASY~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on October 8, 2020 for contest ...AND SO I WROTE A POEM sponsored by JOHN LAWLESS - RANKED 3RD
It's golden teacher appreciation day, a shiny red apple;
Like scarlet carnations and roses, compel smiles ample.
To worthy ones, who helped shape hopes and dreams,
Like still silence of moonlight, when birdsong screams.
A card for the teacher, at orange sunset of school days,
Whose lessons follow forever, like a purple, misty haze.
Deep emerald days of youth, as yellow butterflies roam,
Will find you again in memory, after you've gone home.
The foggy mist rose swiftly from the creek.
It encircled the pampas grass like a wreath.
The verdant razor blades of grass were bleak.
As the creamy plumes were wet beneath
On the qui vive for any movement of nature
Longing to linger and watch some more
Duty calls me to responsibility~ wager
If I respond to that call as before
Memories Linger
Soft and sweet, so little and tender,
I pray again someday we’ll meet.
Memories that seem so far away, replay in my mind again today.
Giggles sound as your tender touch is felt!
Then and there to here and now prayers form;
bringing memories back into sight.
Soft and sweet, my little angel plays.
Breathe it in; smells' baby soft from memories past,
unfold and bloom!
Until we meet again, memories forever linger of my little angel.
Debbie Knapp
10/23/2013
Why should one linger on futile desires
That simply manifests to despondence
Prospects markedly dire by fate's decree
Sans prudence, this foolhardy submission
Afflictions from this overwhelming pain
Of something simply unobtainable
In vain, we seek materialization
Of a fruitful, sustainable, closure
Morbidly, we muse on these reveries
Our inclination for the elusive
Compelling us to never cease belief
Subjecting ourselves to punitive woes
But, our persistence grants us description
For without ambition, we may languish
Two thorny vines slow down visitors rushing headlong along rain forest tracks.
Their thorns grab and hold stranglers by clothes and hair entangled.
Vines hanging like groupies waiting to clamour and grasp at pop stars and pope.
But why belay your delay to thorns and vines, when your own paws have claws?
Pause to contemplate, linger a little longer and wait just a wee while.
Touch on the brakes to ease down the slopes and round the curves with pleasure.
Add wiggles to your path, pull eyes off the ground, step slower, and hear sounds right out
Hear the end of the chime, the punch line sublime, the echo of all bird-call stanzas.
In slow motion, you'll feel the breeze,
See the stars, smell the daisies, and touch surfaces with caresses
Pausing here are there to quell for a spell,
Enriches and enlightens, and like taking a drink refreshes.
You have time on your side, so wait for a while, and linger a little longer.