Best Meeting Poems

We met by chance and are happy that we met
For our love is blossoming and getting stronger 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

The whole world is against us and doesn't care, I bet
We struggled for love and affection, did...

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On my way to the prayer meeting with the Lord
Something funny and amusing happened to me…
First, I faced Miss Skeptic with her arrogant stare
Scorning, she yelled at me: “You’re just wasting time!”

Minutes later, Mr. Pretense questioned my motive
“Are you really sure that you’re communing with...

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I have entered a room filled with handshakes and friendship
Sharing hugs here and there, there's a buzz in the air
Soupers queued, center stage, with a rhyme and a theme
One is reading a poem with applause from the wings

There is laughter, and sharing......and a microphone blaring
A...

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In the deep silence of the night when perplexity 
Confuses the mind, I feel your power descend upon me,
Surrender becomes inevitable
As I become malleable under the hammer of love.
 
I view you, approach mid sea, alone, resplendent
In the pale rays of the dazzling moonlight,
As if...

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In the silence
 of this crystal night
 shimmering,
 entombed in light,
 we'll tippy toe on the stars 

Moving in a universe
 the tips of our fingers
 write poems in stardust
 as we shift
 the dust of time
 being graced in part,
 a poets Valhalla

Fishing in...

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Such a beautiful morning 
So quiet and serene 
Contented and yawning 
I'm living the dream. 
I lie back in my deckchair 
Emitting a contented sigh 
When landing on my chest from nowhere 
Came an exquisite butterfly.

The butterfly landed upon my hairy chest
I looked at it’s...

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Passions for expectations with life were none
Till the teenage accepted life as it came anon.
Went to gym, played games, attended school
Swam in the open sea, life smooth and cool.

Might’ve been endowed with great expectations
In gestation to perform later in life like everyone.
Sprouted while in the...

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I wore my pretty pink dress; you told me
I looked quite divine. Nervously I walk
through the door, your ma wails like a banshee,
but I clear my dry throat and try to talk.

A spotlight shines brightly over my head -
it's just like an interrogation! Quick
questions fired...

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The glamour of her skin faded
 like late-afternoon sunbeams 
that settled  on rose petals 'dust

But , not the light in her wide chatoyant eyes
That light was still  glowing bright
Like a  freshly washed white frock of an ingenue child
A child who knew, each...

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Such a beautiful morning 
So quiet and serene 
Contented and yawning
I'm living the dream.
I lie back in my deckchair 
Emitting a contented sigh 
When landing on my chest from nowhere 
Came an exquisite butterfly. 

The butterfly landed upon my hairy chest 
I looked at it’s...

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Poetry convention is now convened
attendance must be asked and seen
Eve - Present
Jan- Present
AnneLise -Present
Santa Claus- Present
Shakespeare -Present
Greek Ghost - Dead
Jesus - Three days late
Bach - Stringing things along

Poets all
dance and sing
paint, draw and hold purse strings
ah but some poets claim such glory
Why then do they...

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About thanksgiving a bunch of turkeys get together,
Have a meeting about sales for the holidays.
About fall they send out that letter.

Well those business folks got to cuss and discuss,
And figure how to gear it,
To make us customers
Feel that holiday spirit!

Here’s the minutes of the meeting,
We’ll...

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As searching eyes met from across the room
while mingling at the spring celebration;
her soft, tender smile caused my heart to zoom;
her body language was pure flirtation.

While mingling at the spring celebration
I slowly made my way across the floor;
her body language was pure flirtation;
her sparkling green...

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Summer lay lazily over the land.
The languid weight of wind and water 
bowing tree limbs, chasing sand 
squalls over sidewalks.

Cyclist meander down aisles
of Rose of Sharon shrubbery past 
banks of day lilies and Pez-purple
hydrangeas.

Tourist, colorful as the flowers,
buzz through seaside shops in flip flops 
the...

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Susannah Wesley’s Apron


      No pilgrimage to Israel;
      No cloistered cell;
      No holy retreat.
      Not with ten tumbling children
      rumbling through...

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