Best Mean Poems
Where gilded autumn dazzles hazy morning
And golden leaves sprinkle on marigold beams
As sparrows dance and hummingbirds sing
Amble in my shadows on blue river’s prairies.
Tell me treacly secrets of whispering winds
Befriending sweet nectar on butterfly wings
When you hear me in lyrics of heartbeats
And sing me the hymns, in verses of dreams.
When twilight paints blush of the evening
Flirting with tangerine sunset on skyline pink
Sprinkling gold-dust on pulsating ripples
Show me the amber sun dipping in water.
Watching the night sky in symphony of stars
As sensuous flames ignite echoes of romance
Caress my desires in embrace of your heart
And compose me playfully in intimate allegory.
When I want to hear it, tell me you need me
Be my spring season, when my winter haunts me
Be my only reason, if you say you love me
Say it like it’s pure love, say it like you mean it.
December 3, 2019
Poem of the day on December 5, 2019
Placed first: Strand select contest 1 by Brian Strand
Love me like you mean it poetry contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
See me; don’t just look at me.
Gaze into my warmth. . .adoringly.
Don’t utter words when the eyes can say so much.
Trace my face with your tenderest touch -
to love me like you mean it.
I’m your Aphrodite; handle me with care.
Let soft fingers linger in my golden locks of hair.
You are my Adonis; in the same way that I worship you,
ignite romance’s spark in me anew!
Yes, love me like you mean it.
Press your mouth to mine, but gently at first.
Imagine that I am a fine wine for your thirst.
Take your time imbibing me; the sky still has some light.
Savor me through twilight; then we’ll drift into the night.
Please love me like you mean it.
If you do these things, you’ll have no regret.
We will have a night never to forget.
Time is fleeting, and all too soon
we’ll rock away the night to passion’s tune
if only you but love me like you mean it.
Dec. 15, 2019
for Julie Leigh Rodeheaver's 'Love Me Like You Mean It" Poetry Contest
A r u s t l i n g breeze through my soul when I am left breathless,
a song to be sung in the dark of night when sleep can’t be found-
A way to channel my SORROW when anguish leaves me restless,
and a melodious tune when my heart CAN'T feel life’s sound.
I’ve been up and down and through the wilderness of LOSS,
I’ve fallen in the depths of love with a man I can’t explain-
my verses c a r r y me through my journey no matter the cost,
heal my heart when I am left m o t i o n l e s s from the pain.
I was once asked what poetry honestly really means to me,
I’d have to say it relieves my LONGING from my wounds to be free.
What Does Poetry Mean To You Contest
Sponsor: Alexis Y
October 22, 2016
Lord you know all things
There is not even one word on my tongue
Or in my heart that you a haven’t heard
Before I have even uttered them
I am full of awe of you- Selah
Even in my down times when I feel unwell
You are here with me
Your presence is everywhere
Even if I aren’t sensitive to know this at the time
But you give me little reminders
That all life is precious to you
Like when I receive a kiss from a friend
Or a kind word from a stranger
Yes- you are always vigilant to remind us of your care
For I am more valuable than even a precious Sparrow
Therefore;
My heart shall rest in Hope and Your faithfulness - till my change shall come.
© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012
It don’t mean a thing
When there’s no bling, bling, bling
No gold adornment or diamond ring.
A brother buying Rolex
In clothes starched and well pressed
Never notices the sister
Selling jewelry to eat.
Yet,
Praise God for the sons of Adam
Made in the image divine
Say “bones of my bones, flesh of my flesh”
My beloved, I’ll know you are mine
I told you I saw Him in long locks
Which made Him even more fine
A looker with an air about Him
I think I’ll give Him some time.
Yes, for water I’m searching,
sneaking noon day at the well.
Yes, dream -married to many
wonderfully wed in my head.
He said He knew my story
men in and out the door.
My history speaks of plenty
desperate quest for grand amour.
Bitter tears and snot I’ve tasted.
You have counted every drop?
Truth will free the captive.
The come and go will stop.
My heart was often
Overjoyed
By a son of Adam’s nod.
Falling prostrate on a rug
Pleading favor, this one, God.
Now, I think back on everything
Smile inside myself,
cause,
It don’t mean a thing.
Father, Bless the sons of Adam
Some who “know not what they do”
Presenting themselves in a fashion thereof
To other women when they’re through.
We love them for their maleness,
blackness, strength and form.
Forgiving flaws and shortcomings
Help their victims to move on.
I tell you in this song I sing
All the heartbreak
Loss and grief
Disappointed dreams and failed belief,
Wishes for a wedding ring
Joy, honeymoon, bling, bling, bling?
I look back on everything.
Laugh like Sarai on the sly.
Angels, hear me cry,
Cause
It don’t mean a thing.
7/28/2022
like flowers
in a zephyr of spring
she danced
in love's blossoms
she loved him
as much as any
inexperienced lover could
with all of her heart
she'd even die for him
oh how she giggled
...teasing about a text
from an ex lover
in a cute little way
inquisitively waiting
for his response
hoping his love was true
as any young lover would
...she knew how she felt
she would die for him
she watched
as his eyes grew
not amorously
as she expected
but anomalously
to the point of rage
she feared his touch
his hands seemed less tender
less loving than before
his eyes
more piercing
than she recalled
she watched
as he became enraged
someone she hated
she said she'd die for him
she didn't mean it
literally
...she died by him instead
Silent shadows whisper wicked rumors from tawny tinted tents
Reflecting rueful random thoughts, such are their laments
Circus kingdom cast offs disappear for no fault of their own
If only you knew, the stunt star’s stunning and raving review
Perilous pyrotechnic cruelly disfigures, and if only you knew
Dark duplicate shapes of onyx outlines, two damaged lives
Repellant is he, a vibrant visible resilient soul is she who thrives
Redeemed restored! Residing in each other’s passionate thunder
Unscrupulous undertones shan’t ever tear their love asunder!
You know what I mean...
Sequestered away from prying eyes of light they remain inside
Alas all alone, as in The Phantom Of The Opera they hide
Yet, shimmering silhouettes seen against the dimming sky
What witnesses the galactic guardian stars cannot deny
They say beauty can never be found in the dark,
I’ve heard this from an empress ere she was ready to embark
upon a ship shouting, sheets rife with words written about her love
No not notes of loneliness it’s not for this lioness a warrior above
it all, she places all her inner impetuous into her piercing poetry
A dusky distant shape and outline listens, lusting, yearning with glee
The light shone brightly behind, they move closer kissing eagerly
You know what I mean…
In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
Loads of fun, thanks Missy for embracing my madness :D
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Harry Horsman; devilish rake, wild
Prodigy gunslinger as a child
Robs the stages then departs
Wields his way to women’s hearts
Smoked ‘em all down with joy as he smiled
WHAT THE!!!.........WHO IS THIS???
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'VE BEEN PHOTO SHOPPED???
How could that possibly be?
I only wanted the picture cropped and framed!
You can't really think that looks like me!
When did I become seven feet tall?
My eyes are brown, not Malachite green!
You've made my arms longer than my legs!
Why are my ears the color of Tangerine???
I like to smile but you've given me one
that goes off my face left and right!
And what's up with half of me looking like day,
and the other half looking like night???
You've given me two feet so long
I have to go to an intersection
just to turn around!
And I've never had hair down to my knees!!!
You might as well have let it touch the ground!
You've given me a superhero's upper body
with a waistline the size of a pen!
Oh, come on! Those legs look like two soda straws!
This is one weird looking specimen!!!
The camera was designed to reflect real life
in pictures portraying life as it is!
I don't take selfies every two seconds!!!
What sort of madness is this?
I am not a celebrity
who has to be over concerned with a look!
Please! Put everything back the way it was
for my request you have grossly mistook!
Whatever the world is coming to
some things really need to be stopped!
"You gave me a nose like a battleship anchor!!!"
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'VE BEEN PHOTO SHOPPED???
WTA-IV 5/11/2016
You are a light at the end of a tunnel
that shines so bright that leads me to safety in the night.
You are a blanket of fleece
that wraps around me holding me tight
reassuring me it will be alright.
You are a flower so strong and bright blowing from left to right,
your fragrance so pure in flight on a warm spring night.
This is what you mean to me.
When you speak to me with such a might,
I know that I have not done right.
Your voice rumbles like a storm in the night.
When you speak to me softly after a smite,
it’s like a bird singing to me telling me all will be alright.
Now I know wrong from right.
This is what you mean to me tonight.
When you are having that gloomy day
the one you can’t shake away,
just think of that special woman
you adore waiting for you
as soon as you walk through that door.
Not the one atop the Christmas tree,
but the angel that stands next to thee through sickness and health.
The one that was a gift from God,
this is how you measure your wealth.
This is what you mean to me.
The one who stands besides you and fights,
the one who loves you whether you’re wrong or right.
This is the women I love.
My angel sent from above.
THIS IS WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME.
By Rowdy Yates
Do not say yes when you mean to say no
Why would you carry the luggage of lies?
Sing; sing a sincere song wherever you go.
Many murderers toil to shun their shadow
Their deeds are not hidden, like the star in
the skies
Do not say yes when you mean to say no.
Live to love; become someone’s pillar and
pillow
Save a soul from the night’s fiery flies,
Sing; sing a sincere song wherever you go.
The wicked forcefully reap where they did
not sow,
The lord will arise and dry your dripping
eyes,
Do not say yes, when you mean to say no.
So many are wallowing in want and woe,
They were ravaged by rulers, who were
secret spies,
Sing; sing a sincere song wherever you go.
Even if the stormy seas make you sick and
slow
All you need do is to shake off the chains
and arise;
Do not say yes when you mean too say no,
Sing; sing a sincere song wherever you go.
The Ones Sitting Pretty
Many poems are like butterflies to me.
Some are beautiful but elusive.
I can’t catch them! I much prefer
the ones sitting pretty on
the leaves inside my book.
Fluttering delight,
translucent ones
can make me
catch my
breath!
Written Oct. 24, 2016 for the contest of Alexis Y
Fragrant magick candlelight flickers hot,
blue, red flame stimulating sparks bind hands.
Tame harmony remains. "Love." While love awakes
a wanderer of my emboldened heart;
gentle wind meander blows, and gusts oppose.
I discern your quintessence in the breeze
emerging out of dust of dry humble ground
from I was formed ... a fleeting glance into
colorfulness night; for our love rhymes
of aged mirth; our unconditional surrendered
love eclipse with flickering light while honey
sips our lips. Bound by love and devotion
my soul embraces you …you cradle me close
a thirst to be near for all eternity.
A dwelling among this vessel knowing
that you are in me and I in you
bathing in the afterglow of sunset
under heavens studded with bright stars.
11/29/2019
Poetry Contest: Love Me Like You Mean It
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
magick
NOUN
archaic spelling of magic.
To those who can not see what others do
smile...it's the best protection for any kind of day.
unlock those child like fillings we seem to let slip away.
compassion it's what so many in this world don't have.
know this is life, this is a gift not a right so just laugh.
s.u.c.k.
easy to say I know but look...really look
if you woke this morning is that not a reason
happy, mad, sad, or hurt,
we all fill it like a change in the season
we love we loss and we have we have not
alone because we made that way
in love for we want it that way
but all the pain it's not something we sought
your not alone, your not the only one, we all fill
tears washed over too many times before
if it didn't how would we find tears of joy
just look...we take so much for granted get up concur that hill
smile
unlock
compassion
know.
if you could change any thing would you
to be mean bitter magnifies difference's
who has more who has less
when it doesn't matter this morning it all started a new
the power we hold and so many don't know
is change if we don't like, if we don't want change it
it is no one fault you let it rule you, you let it grow into hate
mean people s.u.c.k. now just let it go.