Best Lively Poems
Gifts are nothing but a parcel of love
with or without expectations.
When one gives -another receives.
I have been bestowed with wonderful gifts by God..
And those are my parents!
And my parents in turn have given me
the most precious gift ..
which was wrapped in a soft creamy towel
that lay in the incubator,eyes closed tight,
tiny fingers grabbing its shiny black hair,
cord clamp stuck at the navel,pearly toes curling,
cute belly raising high & low ..with each breath.
When I peeped through the glass clearly..
I could sight the skin that was pinkish red,
i lifted my feet to reach the box and touch
the soft palm, but a blue dressed nurse
shushed me with a wave..
The tiny ones lips were like strawberry that
carried a divine smile :My eyes filled with light
receiving the sunshine warmth whilst glancing
at the bright neonates face.
And that was a" he"
My little brother.
As they took him away from me he screeched..
I grew emotional being an 4 year old.
Then I eagerly waited for five long days for my mum
to bring him home safe and healthy.
He is a living gift that I received
whom I love unconditionally..now and forever.
20-6-2020
Note:Gifts poetry contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Premier Contest Winner~Second place:-)
Contest Judged: 6/21/2020
Try writing a real love letter,
You may find your life just got better.
Anyone can text or write a common email,
But a love letter will make his heart derail!
Not dark here nor bright, feel so light
No body, no mass I feel infinite
I wonder aloud ‘Is this what they call Death’
Search around, can’t find a glimpse of Earth
No worries, no scares, find myself in bliss
What next, where next, find something amiss
Where is God, where am I, can’t see any
Recall my pains and joys, how can I think!
Feel my fingers, I blink, I find myself in bed
People around with wreaths, I am declared dead
Moments ago, the world wrote my Epitaph
Kicking alive, I rise, its my time to laugh
Not much can match Blake Lively in nineteen sixties attire.
I'm looking for a path way to hire
That leads me to some type of perfection
That is emulated
In that image
In the scene
I am amazed by how serene
A woman can be.
Like my fondness of trees
A special one makes it easier to breathe
In this highly polluted world
A girl of your dreams is also Lady Liberty in discreet
She saved you from your long search
And your long absence of something greater.
A walk is willing to go far and wide,.
A whim to take with you is always the wind in the way,
A wind to trample and muster towards triumph and struggle,
A walk will take you there,then take you away,,
The stride determines the goal and it's navigation, it's experience with wonder and wild,.
Strength with perilous perspective,
A walk that's with you, will take your thoughts with occasion and blistfulness,
Hold high the cause of your steps, and
it's motavation when a sudden
turn is deliberate,
Remote and Lively are it's name's
Pat the Nonagenarian
No one would guess Pat was over ninety
She'd had pins and tucks, is trim and lively
With implanted bust
Inflated buttocks
She drives men crazy, undeniably.
That is till they get her into the sack
Pat can't raise a smile as her face would crack
Her buttocks and bust
Pop when they are touched
Sadly for Pat no man ever comes back.
26th May 2021
Fiddle, Faddle, Fart,
My brain is falling apart.
Tweedle, Twaddle, Dee,
Oh deary me!
Fanny, Dango, and Flirt,
What will go first?
Lassoing my feet with panties,
Just to be neat!
Slinging bras around breasts,
With renewed defeat!
Starting out all curious and gay,
Always cheering on a new day!
Now we are in reverse,
Amazed we made it to a new day!
Now all we have to do,
Is get out of bed and find our shoes!
I don't understand
Why you hate me so
I didn't do anything
But I always let it go.
I'm tired of letting you
Push me around
You've hurt my emotions
And run my life to the ground.
I wanted to stop fighting
Really, I did
But you always had to hate me
And act like a little kid.
I'm sorry if the truth hurts
Stop getting mad at me
You seem to love picking fights with me
I say, "please, just let it be!"
I'm sorry if you don't like him
I don't feel the way you do
I don't care if you hate him
He's for me and not for you.
The world would’ve been an empty zone,
If we were there, but all alone,
There would be few to talk on phone,
And feelings would not be known,
Sadness would creep inside and remain,
Happiness would not be easy to retain.
Thankfully, this is not the case,
The world has its own phase.
They are like a rainbow,
Different, but the same always,
Knowing you better throughout days,
Supporting you in various ways.
Whispers, chats, and other talks,
Hikes, parties, and outdoor walks.
A place where we belong,
Somewhere things go wrong,
But these are among…
…memories that will keep the link,
And will never seem to shrink.
Life takes turns, changes and has trends,
But unforgettable are one’s friends.
Spring
vibrant, lively
gracing, praying, gratifying
flowers, sunshine, leaves, legends
gentling, kissing, breathing
crisp, faithful
Autumn
Spring or Summer Diamante Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
April 25, 2021
Lively little Linda, lost love of long ago,
Willingly wandered west with wild Wanda Wilson
Traipsing twice from Tennessee to Tyler Texas
Then to Tucumcari, Tucson, and Tonopah.
Likely larks lured to Lilly’s Lovely Ladies’ Lounge
Hardly having hazards hover their honest heads,
Both babes badly beaten on broken brothel beds
Rescued by rowdy, robust, roving Romeos.
Fleeing, flush-faced, from flashy, fickle first page fame
Heading for home, heartily hoping for healing
Daily devoted to drive Denver to Dover
Wayne waited for Wanda; Louie longed for Linda.
Passionate peaceful pals purposed no purpled past,
Welcoming Wanda and Linda to love at last.
lovely lithe lively lemurs
languishing lovingly lengthwise
laboriously lightening our loads
laughing in lemur-like linguistics
lovely lacksidasical loving lemurs
letting loose leeches live
living lemur-like lightness
lollygagging in lemur-like ways
Your long, flowing branches
harmoniously flow across the acres,
a visual landmark in your arena.
You have provided generations
a reprieve from the harsh climate,
a playground for babes,
a private picnic for new lovers.
You have graced the lanes of stately manors.
Human atrocities have been
comitted upon your boughs.
You have seen many summers pass
and seasons change,
and you have overcome them all.
You carry an ecology all your own.
You are a miracle of God
only to be brought down
by tempestuous children
named Katrina and Gustav.
By broken hearts,
I'm surrounded.
Six feet under,
They're grounded.
All are dead,
Lost and empty.
Wanting an end,
Not so lively...
Keep going,
Strive and thrive.
Find the will,
To stay alive.
The thing,
Most lively,
Is the will,
To stay alive.
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AN INSPIRATION FROM VISH
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Our life is a long nightmare
Leaping to and fro, a hunted hare
She births darkness admist the day
And sweeps the smile that lights our way
She meets mankind in joyful feasting
And leaves his life in sorrow fasting
She sounds the gong, a birth announcing
And chants the dirge, a life departing
She sews our hearts in one affection
And let them loose in separation
She feeds our soul from flowing fountains
And breaks our heart on rocky Mountains
Our life is a long nightmare
A golden opportunity to live right here