Best May 25 Poems
Like delicate white swans were they,
the white swans of a grand ballet -
ballerinas waiting in a row
underneath the candlelight’s soft glow.
But what are ballerinas with no parts
to make them dance? The poet gives them hearts!
Inking pirouettes and sautés onto white,
she gave them words to spin them into night.
Arabesques that her pen on each one pressed
made a woeful tale beautifully expressed.
The dance was finishing by early dawn
with one last white swan to be written on.
The poetess, now drained, could do no more.
Her eyelids closed; the swans fell to the floor.
Fluttering, they fell, all in disarray.
Pure white no more, ink-stained they would stay.
Tears the poet cried are now living in each swan.
Might they be displayed even when she passes on?
The poetess who let her feelings spill
created swans now black, yet lovely still.
Written May 25, 2017 for a Contest inspired by Dear Heart
Beloved Blooms
I awoke to a garden of flowers,
A bouquet of words that blooms from within.
Expressions conceived, grown by spring showers,
A dream or a quest that yearns to begin.
As warm sunlight opens petals, I find
Words from a sonnet lead to desire.
Enchanted romance enlightens the mind
Growing a garden to bloom and inspire.
Colors of brilliance, and in every hue
Guide my muse in your scented direction.
Don't guild the Lily, as I adore YOU.
Your pleasant bloom is my sweet perfection.
Each poet blooms with their own unique flair
Within their bouquet of blossoms they bare.
5-23-21
~Poem of the Day May 25, 2021~ Thank you Team Poetry Soup.
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming
This Spring So Far Poetry Contest ~3rd place~
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
ALL YOURS (Jun 12) Poetry Contest~1st Place~
Sponsor Brian Strand
My thanks to the websites for the images:
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Meet me there~ when halo of the eventide
Scripts clandestine hints of twilight dreams
Invoking passions pink of romantic musings
Upon horizon’s smile glistening lapis lazuli
Where you are lost gazing sunset tangerine
As the sun folds in blue sea~ meet me there
May 16, 2021
Placed 1st: All yours (May 25) by Brian Strand
The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours weeds bring
an old game for kids as they dance and swing.
Small windmills in disguise, children spread seeds
giving Grandpa a cause for some dismay.
He is no grouch, fence conversation leads
to friendly talk of butterflies at play -
riddles about what nature does in May.
The kids amazed, watch squirrels building nests,
questions evolve about the birds and bees.
Gramps calls them varmints - Mother's Nature’s pests.
“Ask your folks”, he replies with cough and wheeze.
In naptime dreams, he aims a gun at trees.
Gramps takes a walk, golf umbrella hovers
for spring rains do not announce their coming.
A neighbor lady hobbles to cover.
Listen, his cane on her sidewalk - drumming,
sweet songs of spring love, two voices humming.
written May 7, 2014, edited on May 25, 2014
He walks into the room each day at six
As around their Dad all five children mix
He smiles at them with glee
Meantime he sneers at me
So I get prepared to take all his licks
“What have you been doing all day?” he asks
No appreciation for all my tasks
“Washed clothes and changed diapers
Don’t need any gripers”
This insensitive father wears two masks
Each morning his breakfast is served on time
Later, vodka collins are served with lime
He never shops for food
Says my cooking’s no good
And when he bathes, the tub is filled with grime
My Mom said, “Men just work from sun to sun,
But a woman’s housework is never done”
I found a new game plan
A hearty, handsome man
Together, my husband we could outrun
May 25, 2012
*Entry for David’s 3 H contest
cobalt blue ocean
wave against orange sunset....
midnight's darkness waits
Inspired by Skat A's contest Glass Art
Written May 25, 2016
Date of first poem: May 8, 2009
"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need."
By Mother Teresa
dewdrops
on Lotus leaves
each moment.. quivering,
shivering, trembling, translucent
lucid
vanish
flick of an eye!
contentment is a bliss…
happiness a godsend blessing
rare boon
cherish
every moment
hold love tight, don't let go
though every second counts, fragile
is life
May 25, 2023
"B Quotes" - Writing Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Syllables (2-4-6-8-2) checked by HMS.com
POEM OF THE WEEK May 27 - June 3
Do not lose hope; I’m coming home to you.
although you’re far away, I swear I hear
the desperation in your song so blue.
And in the dark, I see your face appear.
It’s just as if I’d never left your side.
Do not lose hope; I’m coming home to you.
We need each other. Let’s forget our pride.
I’m feeling you, Dear. Can you feel me too?
There has to be a way to see this through.
The pain we brought each other needs to end.
Do not lose hope; I’m coming home to you.
You are my sweetest lover and best friend.
I hear your heartbeat, and your lyrics seem
to shout your pain. Believe me, it’s all true.
I’m slipping out my door. This is no dream.
Do not lose hope. . . . I’m coming home to you.
Written May 25, 2016 For the Slipping Away contest of Becca Teagan
I lie here waiting for your gaze -
The hurt in your eyes is cold fire,
Why don't you come near nowadays?
What have I done to draw your ire?
The hurt in your eyes is cold fire,
It seems you are upset with me,
What have I done to draw your ire?
Talk to me or you'll go crazy;
It seems you are upset with me,
I feel useless, please fill my blank,
Talk to me or you'll go crazy,
You know I'll help you, let's be frank;
I feel useless, please fill my blank,
Why don't you come near nowadays?
You know I'll help you, let's be frank,
I lie here waiting for your gaze.
(Pantoum and Personification)
May 25th, 2017
Contest: Form P
Sponsor: Broken Wings
How blessed are we to enjoy our relationship* with the Lord
Since we’ve been bound to Him with His salvation-cord
We can come to Him, yielding ourselves to the grace He does afford
Thru the invitation He declares in His Word.
How blessed are we to commune with the Lord without hesitation
Since we’ve become His children by virtue of His adoption
We can talk to Him, expressing ourselves in earnest supplication
Thru the answer He assures by His compassion.
How blessed are we to stay always in the Lord’s presence
Since we’ve been forgiven by His purifying license
We can worship Him, immersing ourselves in His holy magnificence
Thru the cleansing He grants for our souls' effervescence.
How blessed are we to seek the Lord freely for our faith’s refining perfectly
Since we’ve become His heirs by His blood-priced sacrifice truly
We can meet Him, humbling ourselves at His throne sincerely
Thru the fellowship He initiates blissfully.
How blessed are we to cling to the Lord with divine intimacy
Since we’ve been redeemed by His tender mercy
We can cleave to Him, submitting ourselves to His might's fervency
Thru the help He offers midst turmoil of urgency.
How blessed are we to be acquainted with the Lord’s ways
Since we’ve become His new creation to give Him praise
We can live for Him, delighting ourselves in His work all our days
Thru the love He covers us, wrapped by His care’s embrace.
How blessed are we to abide in the Lord to experience His glory
Since we’ve been rescued from hell’s damnation and sin’s misery
We can serve Him, committing ourselves to share Gospel story
Thru the blessings He provides along His promised victory.
*Psalm115:15 Ye are blessed of the LORD which made heaven and earth.
September 25, 2019
Edited on May 25, 2022
There is the wondrous nature of it all
Spring flowers, summer rain, winter snowfall
Ants and bees and anything seeming small
Or sunrises... across the world enthrall
Inate talent and intellect wherewithal
Guide the release of emotional thrall
Boundless curiosity overall
Could be natural as a waterfall
A good-natured person is one we call
A blessing which on us did befall
There is the wondrous nature of it all
May 25, 2018
Monorhyme Contest by Shadow Hamilton
N/A
My muse opens my eyes to starlight, when in darkness I would cower.
~by poet
My dear muse is a faithful advisor
An ancient spirit, a writing treasure.
She guides my words, for hers are much wiser
with perception far beyond all measure.
We paint images; a pen is our brush.
Crumbled pages lie about in the den
where we huddle in thought, hour after hour.
She insists life shouldn't be lived in a rush
and smelling roses will heighten my Zen.
My muse is inspiring, a moonflower.
No vagabond muse, she's never wandered.
Nor stargazer, scanning constellations.
I always praise her for time not squandered
and cannot blame her for my frustrations
when I become distracted in mid thought.
Asleep and drifting in the midnight sky,
she fills my head with rhapsodies in dreams.
Romantic notions whispered to my heart ~
Lines for a sonnet to make readers sigh
when love is decreed beneath pale moonbeams.
More journeys than I, has my muse traveled.
Her metaphors are gifts offered to me
when I'm lost for words, a bit unraveled.
How grateful I am for her loyalty.
Without her guidance I'd surely fall short
of any claim of poetic success.
Somewhat feisty, yet whimsically droll,
urging me to write a mirthful retort.
Skillfully she directs me with finesse,
this glorious muse living in my soul.
May 25, 2022
Form O - Ode Contest
Sponsor - Constance LaFrance
Theme - Person (although a muse, real to me)
"Here am I,
finally alone"
says this gravestone
placed on my bones.
I wonder why...
How long I have to sigh
under its monotone
grave good-bye?
***
Just a poem, nothing more :)
May 25, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
On a planetoid in our galaxy
lives a being of illumination;
spinning stardust from her palms,
in colored chromatic ecstasy.
Like ribbons flowing from her hands
that whip and whirl in lunar-play;
she crafts rainbows in motion,
electric neon swirling bands.
Brilliant cascade of locomotion
bobbing lights in outer space;
look up to the heavens in wonder
at her bright harmonic ocean.
5-23-2021
ALL YOURS (May 25) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Beautiful wildflowers on the hillside gleam.
Children pluck the flowers there, and nearby is a stream.
Its waters with little polliwogs now teem!
Kids are splashing after them. How glad they seem!
Yes, school has ended and their summer I deem
will be a happy one filled with frolic and ice cream!
May each child know the joy of sleeping neath a moon beam
with the great outdoors their own back yard as peacefully they dream.
May 25, 2018