Best Marvelled Poems
The year is 2025
I have come back to my past
To witness the Mayans
Who said Earth would not last
2012
Was the year they declared
That the planet we knew
Could never be spared
An Asteroid shower
We could never comprehend
Sends this heaven to hell
In catastrophic spend
The first to hit
Was the daddy of them all
Our axis twisted
The human race in fall
Just of Madagascar
In the Indian Ocean
It's where it all started
That set our demise in motion
Tsunami waves
Like giant tower blocks
Swamped Indonesia
As Polynesia rocked
The force of impact
Reverberated west
On the Canary Islands
A dormant volcano so reft
It's massive mountain side
Into the Atlantic slipped
To the eastern seaboard
Of the United States it shipped
A second Tsunami
Half the world long
Would submerge the east
Taking the weak and the strong
The second to hit
Hit a place struck before
Tunguska in Russia
Receives another sore
Daylight turns to night
As earth meets our skies
Fallout from the reactors
In shattered demise
Radiated clouds
Eventually filter down
Leaving bleeding lacerations
As we humans death drown
Smaller asteroids
Some just a few hundred feet
Around the world they were marvelled
Until they meet their greet
The place where I stand now
Was Yosemite National Park
Now dark ridges of black
So bare and stark
It's been many many years
Since the sun shone through the screen
When I close my eyes I remember
When the earth was lush and green
How many of us survived
Will we ever know
Was this in our destiny
I think all around me, now shows
Categories:
marvelled, angst, death, fantasy, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Below a Douglas Fir tree one beautiful moonlit night
I sat there with my Missy as we viewed a lovely sight
The aurora borealis was lighting up the sky
Then something to my right suddenly caught my eye
A gem from outer space tore across the cobalt blue
Leaving behind a trail a quite spectacular view
Two in trapped capture witnessing a shooting star
We wonder where it came from, out there from afar
We sat there for ages chatting about the sight we seen
Phenomena such as this are generally seen in dreams
Below the Douglas Fir tree that beautiful moonlit night
We marvelled at it's arrival as it disappears from sight
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-13.php
Categories:
marvelled, love, spacebeautiful, tree, beautiful,
Form:
Couplet
With my blue eyes
I watched you find the lost
The place that should have always been
That place absent of shame and sin
Colour separation was meant to be thin
Like a little girl
You found peace love and fun
You were able to be the free one
No fear of a police man with a gun
You twirled and giggled in the sun
It wasn’t fear that made you run
The richness of your colour
I marvelled at your state
A deep dark joy meant to animate
All I needed was to concentrate
and freely share from my own plate
When this world becomes one
Only then will we satiate
and begin to solve our prejudicial traits
Before it is to late
Through my flip flop view
I witnessed you
You sang poetic words so true
Grasping them I flew
Not away but towards you
I needed to immerse in your blue
For without being one people
This place will never renew
I admire your strength
Despite the worlds cruelty
For you occupy
a place of duality
Where to many brothers and sisters
Become another fatality
Yet you have a shared rich history
So faithfully cling to your ability
Even when others don’t provide civility
You are on the precipice of Victory.
Inspired by Olufunke Elizabeth Omolayo Ogunmodede and her poem “Through The Darkest Times” please read it, here is the link. https://www.facebook.com/groups/2650318775179582/permalink/3039494419595347/
Categories:
marvelled, angst, anti bullying, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
The Mexican midsummer sun
beamed down mercilessly, vertically,
so that men's heads and shoulders glowed
but their faces, and every human expression,
disappeared, dark and intense in the radiant noon,
and their bodies were illuminated
only for a moment at a time
with the pounding of arms and legs.
From almost as high as the sun,
thousands upon thousands upon thousands of eyes,
worshipful and expectant and desperate,
gazed downward, almost vertically, it seemed,
and the stands, foreboding and tall,
were part temple, part cauldron,
and saw some dreams come to fruition
and many shattered in despair.
On fields partially scorched and partially green,
the gateway to triumph was so deep
that heroes almost had time enough
to turn in celebration
half a moment after
their heroism had crossed the line,
yet half a moment before
it had nestled in the back of the net.
Story-tellers, men of many tongues,
celebrated caricatures in their own right,
screamed feverishly to the masses,
to tell of the drama as it unfolded,
rolling cameras projected moving images
and snapping cameras froze images in time,
and both launched their moments, moving and still,
into the eternity of divine drama.
A winter and a summer, and a change in between,
and a summer and a winter, and ten thousand miles away,
young boys and men, and a girl or two,
marvelled at the spectacle, and revelled in the glory,
and dreamed that it was theirs.
From three or six seasons, and ten thousand miles away,
I fell so deeply and dearly in love
with the Aztec summer's noon.
10th August 2018
Categories:
marvelled, dream, football, hero,
Form:
Free verse
As long as stars have dotted nighttime skies
Has man sought to unlock their mystery.
We gaze upon their spark with marvelled eyes
As others have throughout all history.
No other sights their beauty can discount
In waves throughout the cosmic sea arrayed.
They're splashed across the sky in rippled founts
That bathe the heavens in their pale cascade.
Each star a diamond sentinel of light
That with us sojourns on their astral track.
Their winking eyes watch over through the night.
I look to them as they look, staring back.
Though looking up I see them bright and clear,
They won't see me for several hundred years.
9.17.18
Contest: Beautiful Mystery
Categories:
marvelled, star,
Form:
Sonnet
The day was bright and sunny
The temperature was high
The birds were singing sweetly
High up in the clear blue sky
The babbling brook was babbling
To the sighing of the trees
The butterflies were coasting
Way up high upon the breeze
I gazed at all the wonders
Mother nature had in store
And I marvelled at her beauty
As I stood outside my door
That life affirming moment
Sent a shiver down my spine
So I went to watch the tele
With another glass of wine
Categories:
marvelled, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
This is a journey, a trip call it what you will
It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill
Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past
Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last
This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me
To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen
How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official
Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale
It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see
The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me
The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five
Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive
Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed
Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void
As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day
I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played
We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find
Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind
He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed
Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked
We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago
They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows
This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will
No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill
Categories:
marvelled, angst, childhood, depression, family,
Form:
Couplet
Checkered Past
I put out our checker board and pulled out your special chair
Imagined your delightful laughter, as if you were sitting there
That twinkle in your eye, that inspirational glee
Then before I knew it, you were really sitting there with me
You told me we'd been granted a single more day
To spend it both together in a very special way
I said "Grandpa I love you, I can't believe that you are here!"
You looked so very happy and down your face there rolled a tear
I asked you a single question "Tell me what is heaven like?"
You said in heaven you are young and have a special bike."
All of those that you had loved, that before you passed away
Were gleefully waiting in heaven, now together you all play
Dad and auntie Debbie, Grandpa Kutz and Bobby Lenz
Even your mom with pure blue eyes and oh so many other friends.
For age is not a factor no one there will ever grow old
The sun is always shining and the wind is never cold
Still you were thrilled to leave and spend this day with me
To tell me a few jokes and to share your history
For the thing I most remember is the stories you would share
I listened much more intently as I marvelled at you there.
No question remained unanswered, as you sipped upon your tea
You also wanted to know, if I was as happy as I could be
So I introduced you to my family, my son Matthew and my wife
I told them how very thankful I am, that you are part of my life
You sat back down in your chair, and made one final play
Winked and said "I love you, this has been the perfect day!"
I loved playing Checkers with my Grandpa Clifford.
I miss you Grandpa!
Written December 11, 2015
Categories:
marvelled, celebration, children, death, encouraging,
Form:
Couplet
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poem By THOMAS LAM HSI
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Oh, that crackling thunder, my ears torn asunder,
That folded mural in the sky-
It glistened and gleamed, like jewels on high,
I marvelled at my passage, until my victim drew neigh.
That fair-haired maiden, a youthful lass AT BEST,
I would de'er enter her vessel-
And lay my wizened body to rest,
Upon such sweet innocence, I'll leave her torn and regretful.
I've searched within my old sinful heart,
These many sweet wenches, I do now recall-
But my only regret, is one day will I die,
Oh, my crackling thunder, 'tis gone and lost for all.
I'm but a vapored cloud,
Drifting and planing night and day-
But now I'm an image lost,
My family so far away.
An ode to a witch, INDEED,
It could have been so hea-ven-ly-
But a stitch in time,
Ne'er leaves its rhyme, as I did so hap-pil-y!
Categories:
marvelled, angel, bereavement, best friend,
Form:
Blank verse
A hot wind blew that day
as I gazed down from the
hills of Tintagel
to the emerald sea and white foam below
that crashed against ancient rocks
and marvelled at ruins
that once was Camelot...
Categories:
marvelled, history
Form:
Narrative
My Grandfather's Grocer Shop
I was born in Liverpool - England and
I remember back to when I was a child
how I marvelled at the way things were done
in my Grandfather's Grocer shop. in the early 1950s.
I saw him getting a portion of butter and
by using two paddle boards, knock up the butter
to form a block of butter, then wrap it up in
white shop paper, and then he would go to this
large bacon slicer which operated by turning
a huge wheel with a handle, then removing
the bacon from a butcher's hook and then
carving large slices of bacon on it, he would then
hand slice the cheese and wrap it by hand
then give it to the customer, eggs had no cartons
back then, so they were just put into brown paper bags,
customers would often return over broken eggs
and want replacements, if children came in they
would spend the pocket money on a bag of broken
biscuits, straight from the large tins they came in
as there were no packets of biscuits during those
early years of the 1950s, the shopkeepers would
often give free samples out to promote new products
as advertising was very rare and visual advertisements
were often seen on counters or on walls, I used to go in
my Grandfather's shop and was given a large peice
of cheese or some chocolate biscuits as a family gesture.
I watched in amazement as my Grandfather would count
the days takings out of the old fashion till, he would
turn a handle and the draw would pop out, it did not even
have push keys like the more modern cash registers of the
time, but it was vintage in every way, my Grandfather is
now gone, his shop has been knocked down for redevelopment
as many old businesses went the same way but
I will never forget the wonderful memories of my
Grandfather's Grocer Shop.
Categories:
marvelled, nostalgia,
Form:
Narrative
Fairy bells, Pink fingers
Jewel or King of kings
In the tropics where we linger
Amoung many marvelled things
We admire life on trees and rocks
But the clay of the earth is our attire.
Take us home, in a vase by your clock
Just to let our beauty transpire
We are one of the main sources to
Nourish and concieve the flavour vanilla
If next you bake a cake or two
let our arome drift through your villa
In the Rainforest admire us edge to edge
In all our colours of delicate beauty
Or when you compete you have our pledge
To be your prize, it's just one duty
Large our family values
We can cost you quite alot
Earth will sieze to argue
With it's most enchanting natural plot
Categories:
marvelled, education, nature, peace, visionary
Form:
Rhyme
The Great Lie
Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
I believed that once
I laughed and chatted to my friend
As we boarded the troopship
To take us to the far side of the world
Never been abroad before
We were excited in Colombo
Marvelled at Singapore
Fell in love with Hong Kong
Then north to the fighting
My task, set up and operate a field x-ray department
Wherever I look there's mud
Ubiquitous mud
Even the women, four foot by foot with a ‘tach, smell of mud
Bill said 'but that one's not bad'
They shipped him out, he's gone mad
It all seems quiet
Is there a war?
One night we hear the thunder
Of heavy guns
Then only in a few hours
They come like a flood
The laughing smiling young boys I knew
Now bloody, broken dying old men
What is so bloody sweet?
This is not our home
Days and days went by
With no respite
Amoebic dysentery struck
A major battle raged
My patients come
Like a tide
A remorseless powerful tide
With broken limbs to be X-rayed
So I, with *****running down my legs
Stood there without protection and X-rayed them one by one
How bloody sweet indeed
I had never seen Death before
A lull, and they hose me down and my floor
But still they come
I mourn the loss of so many
Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
Sweet my ****
I curse the cynic who coined this lie
Quintus Horatius Flaccus should have been strangled at birth
And still they come
Hoping for succour
Hoping for relief from pain
Some times only the peace of death is theirs
Some welcome him; you can see it in their eyes
We are not uplifted but coarsened
A callous round our hearts protects us
And still they come
Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
O Christ the Guns are louder
Are they nearer?
Dysentery cured
Still I *****myself
This time in fear
Only discipline holds me to my post
And still they come
Dulce et Decorum est pro Patria mori
It's in Latin so it must be true?
And still they come
O God will it never end
I'm tired but have no backup
I'm on my own and near despair
Then the tide of battle changed
The flood drops to a trickle
I could sleep now.
And she is not bad, warm and gentle
Who cares about a little 'tach
And she's brought me tea
I will sleep now
Until it starts again
Categories:
marvelled, war, death, me, death,
Form:
Free verse
I remember taking Grandpa to the train, (Repost)
Marvelling how anything so huge,
Bellowing steam and smoke and cinders,
Could be controlled by men.
Then while flying in the war,
I marvelled that insignificant man,
Could conquer anything as vast as the sky.
Then I watched as Armstrong strolled on Luna,
And marvelled that limitless space was not,
For it too had been conquered by man.
How strange then, for me to realise,
That the heart of man, invincible and more,
Conquerer of all that stands before it,
Can be reduced to less than a gelatinous mass,
Unable to stand or even to try,
When faced with the love in a little girls'
smile.
Categories:
marvelled, introspection
Form:
Narrative
When we were young on bonfire night,
Watching fireworks light the sky
And marvelled at that coloured light,
When we were young on bonfire night.
Enthralled by that explosive sight
As sky rockets burst on high,
When we were young on bonfire night,
Watching fireworks light the sky.
Barry Stebbings
22/06/2016
Categories:
marvelled, firework,
Form:
Triolet