Best March 25 Poems
I could have cried like a bride at a funeral
Bled out, dry. I could have but I was already
dehydrated...I
i think of you
I wish someone could turn the
moon back on, turn the dimmer back up
on the stars. I can't stand these dark
black nights void of even one tiny ray
of light. I am tired of walking blind through
the evenings of my everyday life...I
i think of you
Yesterday I dreamt the night sky exploded.
Bright white pinholes of light appeared .
It was as if an invisible hand was holding a huge
Fourth of July sparkler against a waterfall of black gold.
I watched the oil well blaze. The whole Earth was on fire.
The world was burning hot. Without fear I walked through
the flames warm, comforted as if I was being held in his light...I
i think of you
Still in the grip of my sleep suddenly an ocean appears.
its water rises and shapes itself like the head of a dragon.
Its neck is shaped like a Chinese silk fan. At the same time
it is just a huge wave. The kind surfers expect to find in heaven.
There is nothing threatening about this apparition.
Quite the opposite like the fire it feels as if it is a part of me...I
i think of you
Do I miss you?
Miss you? I died with you!
There's a knock at my door but I'm not here.
Life's going to have to wait. I'm in hiding.
I feel safe inside my walls. In reality my bedroom light
is all the outdoors I need. It is my Sun. I hate here without you.
So I lie in my bed motionless starring into my nothingness and I...
i think of you
(Frozen!)
As time passes...introspective...I begin to understand.
The earth, the air, the fire, the water all the elementals are him.
(I begin to thaw!)
He is with me even in my ignorance he has never left me.
You can take the lord into your heart without a word by accepting his light.
(Slightly cold!)
A deeper, purer understanding. A trust that rejects the dark no
matter how black. I am a part of all, a part of one as you are. A part of me.
(Warm!)
I open my curtains...watch the dark exit
hurried as love rushes in. Firmly in his hold...I
I think of you...
Once again with you.
Fully! We...the power of one...I
I think of us.
The Beginning!
March 25 2015
Armand
Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds
Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her spoken words cried by spirit far too damn bold
she that has the magnificent beauty of a siren's face
stole ravenous beating heart, without any to replace
as I drown in deep waters polluted by her foul breath
I feel the lying whisper of a very painful death
as pale sky and bold seas both cast their powers far adrift
and in glory oft Heaven sent, dear blessings that uplift.
Blowing blissfully in immense wheat fields of fertile minds.
Are visions from word magicians, immeasurably stone blind!
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
March 25th, 1973
A WISH -- In Memory Of
"I Wish"
I wish I could blow air into your little lungs,
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world.
Hold your little body warm,
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....
I wish,
I could look into your daring eyes,
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts!
~~~
O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
~~~
How I wish you could be,
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?
Mostly, I WISH grandma could fix this and make
your mommy feel, the joy she was robbed of.
In memory of my grandson: ---Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013 --- RIP March 25, 2013
----------
by;PD :-(
Golden days and diamond nights
Another rising sun...
new days begun...new days begun
We're basking in love's rays...
in golden days...in golden days
Bridge 1
Spending the best days of our lives
in golden days and diamond nights
Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning into gold, and
Sapphire skies... slip into... diamond nights
The years they went so fast...
days of glass...days of glass
The sky was painted grey...
days of clay...days of clay
Bridge 2
The hands of time, have been kind,
but sometimes...
the wind blows cold..the wind blows cold
Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning into gold, and
Sapphire skies... slip into... diamond nights
Another rising sun...
new days begun...new days begun
We're basking in love's rays...
in golden days...in golden days
Bridge 1
Spending the best days of our lives
in golden days and diamond nights
Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning into gold, and
Sapphire skies... slip into... diamond nights
repeat chorus fade
John Derek Hamilton
March 25,2018
She’s too titty to be a preacher.
She can’t even bead a rook.
A rental deceptionist? Maybe.
At my teeth she once look a took.
As a wean clerker, she’ll never do.
I once caught her nicking her pose.
She doesn’t even hash her wands.
And she chews the tails off her nose!
For this lad sass, I see joe knob.
No mouse or honey has she.
Her life has not one pun fart!
I’m glow sad I’m shot knee.
Written march 25, 2016 for the Contest of Roy Jerden
Let's meet
on
side
of
honesty
honor
& Integrity
let's
never
forget
consequences
of
deception,
denial
delay
distraction
&death
upon
waking
think
of
what
a
precious
privilege
to be alive
breathe
think
enjoy
& love
let worry fade
breathe
allow
affection
& premonition
mend
your
wings
taste food
when
eating
taste slumber
when
sleeping
be alive
will all
be dead
soon enough
have
your
head
in
clouds
& think
you
are
in
paradise
poetry
is
thoughts
that
breathe,
& words
that
burn
beauty
of
life
grow
from
soil
build
in
steeple
mold
into
art
shaped
into
bread
loaves
or
hold it
in
your
heart
Written: March 25, 2023
5th place contest winner
Strand No 1203 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
"I Wish"
I wish I could blow air into your little lungs,
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world.
Hold your little body warm,
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose...
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes...
I wish,
I could look into your daring eyes,
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts!
~~~
O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
~~~
How I wish you could be,
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why?
I wish I could find the reasons now, and not wait until I die.
Mostly, I WISH Mommy could fix this.
Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013
RIP March 25, 2013
----------
by;PD :-(
Will you think of me once in a while,
When the tears from your eyelids are trailing,
When they bury me after the trial.
Will you think of me oft with that smile;
When obstructions in life you are scaling,
Will you think of me once in a while
When you pass by the rose garden dial,
Would you think of my love as unfailing,
When they bury me after the trial.
Although distant by many a mile,
Would you treasure this letter I'm mailing;
Will you think of me once in a while.
Bitter thoughts grip my insides like bile,
But I reckon I'll no more be ailing
When they bury me after the trial.
I'll not be there to see you in style;
Please forgive me, my daughter, for failing.
Will you think of me once in a while,
When they bury me after the trial.
(Written on March 25th, 2014 for the contest
"Rhyme Battle: Round 4")
His eyes always see the beauty in my heart.
An ugly duckling is the way I think of me.
He paints me as though I am a lovely work of art.
I'm not dainty like a hummingbird or a honeybee.
An ugly duckling is the way I think of me.
I've never considered a mirror to be my friend.
I'm not dainty like a hummingbird or a honeybee.
This man loves me and he has been my Godsend.
I've never considered a mirror to be my friend.
When he looks at me I see such love in his eyes.
This man loves me and he has been my Godsend.
When I'm in a sultry mood he tells me I'm his prize.
When he looks at me I see such love in his eyes.
He's the man I adore; my greatest love in effigy.
When I'm in a sultry mood he tells me I'm his prize.
My love for him is deeper than fathoms of the sea.
He's the man I adore; my greatest love in effigy.
He paints me as though I am a lovely work of art.
My love for him is deeper than fathoms of the sea.
His eyes always see the beauty in my heart.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
March 25th, 2016 ~ Pantoum Contest by: Eve
Cocooned
Just like a butterfly trapped tight,
her folded wings await the flight.
Cocooned, she fears what to expect
when from her safety, disconnects.
With wings of flight, she must escape
into a world with new landscape...
Just like a butterfly entrapped
inside a world so tightly capped.
Cocooned, she fears the world outside
seen from within...freedom denied.
Transfiguration, a gift of few...
needs wings of flight to change her view.
March 25, 2018
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Freedom
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Judged: 03/21/2022
~3rd Place~
Contest: Picture This
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 04/01/2018
It snowed and snowed on the day I was born,
And for that reason I love falling snow;
In dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn;
And from my pen the words just drip and flow.
___________________________
March 25, 2016
Iambic Pentameter
"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?"
- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land.
Who tries to grow out of this cold.
Unfolding wings from nothing,
nurtured with meager protection,
nourished with watery milk.
Whose fingers try to burrow
the dry clay, the impenetrable rock.
Who wants to excavate what turned
to stone?
In preservation conservation hides,
in self protection arms as withered
branches wrap around what turned
to stone, knowing that deep inside
one little ember glows, still glows.
There one small drop of water
remains, once a pool in polished
rounded slab of stone, rubble,
remaining consciousness
This is what grows,
this is one seed of hope, one
tiny root, one drop of water, one
cinder of warmth, one knowing once
belonged to a field of glacier. While
only cold remains in once warm
heart that blindly searches,
searches.
***
March 25, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Greens of spring
Comes in spring, bloom the greens,
Perfect hues mark flawless screens,
Tender buds now yearn to thrive,
Bees are seen humming on their hive,
Colourful butterflies anxiously flutter,
Flowers eagerly lend their nectar,
Little ones play jolly in the streets,
Sky waits for birds to fly in fleets,
Vibrant shades entice a green eye,
Hurry the gloomy clouds, dolour belies,
Calls of spring, beloved will meet,
Drowning in love, hazel green eyes will greet !
Written March 25th, 2015
For contest "Its spring- show me the green" by
Francine Roberts
Now entered into "Get your green on" old/new poem- poetry contest by PD A
Spring sweetly breathes life
to tender buds on trees,
and from earth’s fertile womb,
seedlings’ small heads emerge
peeking out from the soil.
Climbing upward
toward the sun that sustains them,
and nourished too by rain,
they finally reveal
their lovely blossomed faces
to the world.
Winter’s melancholy has fled
and has been replaced by
the cheerful appearance of
blooms that dance with the breeze
and flutter on bushes and ornamental trees.
I dance too for the joy of flowers
whose fragrance welcomes
darling hummingbirds and butterflies
into my garden.
Oh, joy for the beauty of whimsical snapdragons,
multi-colored tulips, romantic gardenias,
pretty peonies in pink, white and red,
the purple irises, scented primrose
and long yellow branches of forsythia.
Oh, for the enchanting joy of
perfumed sprigs of lilac
and my roses each day greeting me
with their every hue.
My muse reawakens as
my heart and soul swell
with gladness
in the spring.
March 8, 2022
For the Spring Showers Or Spring Flowers Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
March 25, 2022 for A Brian Strand 1096 Poetry Contest
Frolicking minds under benevolent skies
Set into motion spectacular emotions
Painting orange hues on silken textiles
As lovers embark on a path to paradise
Horizon bends listening to ocean tidings
Emanating from voices of rippling images
When twilight beams refract under water
Echoing messages of enchanting dreams
Hearing urgent call of resonant hearts
Birds organize display of intricate charm
Saluting the promise of ardent evening
Flying in unison with articulate response
Fervent vibes awaken to love's divinity
Surrendering to onset of sensual feelings
Rejoicing a kiss amid wordless dialogue
Holding each other in a reveling trance
Hearing heart to heart rhythmic romance
Urging love to advance amorous stance
Parting sun twinkles a retreating glance
As pier dims silently in each other's arms
Receiving a signal from supernal promise
Two souls merge heeding destiny's advice
Captivated by sentiments of eternal bliss
Excited to explore what heaven feels like
March 25, 2018
Picture this contest by Joseph May
Image 3
Placed 3rd