Best Megan Poems
Memories of Megan fall bittersweet
against my lips as I begin to speak
About this one I knew so briefly
but was sent to nurse and care for deeply
Standing alone wounded and needing
her pain and anguish set my heart to bleeding
Neglected and ignored where others thrived
brought my sheer disappointment in humanity’s lies
Through all that she suffered, her demeanor showed
she knew this was our time before she had to go
Our time to be together, to mend and heal
this soul that had been broken, would once again feel
A brave beautiful soul waiting for her savior…
How sad my love and intentions came too late to save her
But only from this life we know…
For I know, that her memories of love and freedom
will carry her on to where souls are free…
And so is she
-for a neglected but not forgotten paint mare
Beautiful and kind
She does not know
Reasons for hurting
As she rapidly grows
I remember the little tomboy
Dressed in tees and tennis shoes
Vowing she’d never give into
Societal prissy views
But give in she did
As the child became a teen
Astounding beauty with a purpose
Still trying to remain unseen
My niece and my Goddaughter
A special place already set aside
For my little boisterous tomboy
Inside my heart you’ll forever reside
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Duchess of Sussex nee Megan Markle
From an actress to a Duchess with diamonds that sparkle
Just like in the movies enchanting Prince Harry
Now forever doth have servants, for to fetch and to carry
Duke of Sussex our Prince Harry
Females young and old, dreamt it would be them he’d marry
Loving him; desiring him; imagining life with handsome Prince Redhead
Day dreams destroyed that historic day, when Harry wed Megan instead
Written 11th January 2019
Clerihew Couples for Valentine’s Day Prizes
Sponsor: Caroline Devonshire
3rd place
Contest: Contest 580
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Megan had megabucks inside her duck
She reckoned the cost of a real good Puck
She went to the city
It was a great pity
Puck kicked on her ass and slotted the duck
Megan© rajat kanti chakrabarty November 23 2014
Once upon a time my eye fell on some videos and pictures,
On the Net I saw a lovely, such a young and beauteous creature...
But, of course, it's not her stature, and it's not her noble features
That gave me an inspiration 'cause I know she's like a preacher,
She is an enlightener who can change the world;
She is even cleverer than someone who's old;
She's worth lots of gratitude 'cause her heart's not cold;
She's a blessing, she's a present that is brought by God!
Now I'd like to say some phrases that are coming from my soul:
Cassidy, I know that you play a considerable role!
I hope now your mood is festive and your pains have flown away
'Cause today you're celebrating something special - Purple Day!
Something special is for people who can often be oppressed,
Something special is for people who can often feel depressed...
You have made it, wondrous darling, for those people who are sad;
They are gloomy, full of sorrow 'cause they are thought to be mad...
It's unfair... You understood it when you were a little child.
You've been brave enough to struggle! Yes, someone is still so wild...
But your wisdom and your mercy - all this cannot become less!
That is why you are successful, and you'll always have success!
I believe that you'll be even more successful than before!
And I wish you not to tremble (in all senses) any more!
You're an angel of your country, you deserve to have the best
That your destiny can give you! Verse is coming from my breast!
You were born to bring the justice, and my words - to gladden you!
I believe they will be healers for your soul if you feel blue.
I believe they'll make you happy, and I know it will be fair
'Cause when YOURS appear in my mind, I feel pleasure in the air!
I looked forward to the moment when I could congratulate
My inspirer. Now it has come! It is such a special date!
It's the twenty-sixth of March, so it's high time for me to say:
"Cassidy, the hero of the nation, happy Purple Day!"
Malevolent
Energyful
Great at softball
A girly girl
Nice white girl
Mark & Megan
Megan was a quiet girl and a studious
young woman she was,
and never had dated till Mark came along
which changed her life for what she thought was a plus.
They began to date in her Junior year of high school
which caused her grades to take a dive,
for now she had more than just studies to do
she had a definite change of direction in her life.
No, they didn’t drink and do drugs
but they liked to kiss and hug and certainly make out,
going much too far one night and now a baby was on the way
and a situation that they would talk about the next day.
A couple of months went by and they talked it over between the two of them
and agreed to abort this little soul,
so Mark drove Megan to an out of town clinic to have it done
so that her parents and friends would never know.
Mark graduated a few months later
and left with the Army and was shipped to Viet Nam,
leaving Megan behind struggling with her guilt
and her friends and family wondering why she was never happy now or calm.
Mark died in Viet Nam
leaving Megan so alone and so sad,
how she wished now she wouldn’t have aborted their only son
because she felt that he would have been exactly like his dad.
Megan chose to never marry and
she lived a life of guilt and sadness to,
until the day she accepted Jesus’ love and forgiveness
and now she is helping other girls to choose life as now she would do.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
March 6, 2016
The air is humid
And the wind is cold.
She holds my hand to find warmth.
Her hand feels thin and her body looks weak.
But her mind is strong
For she has been carrying a load much
larger than herself for quite some time.
I picture her back when she was young and precious.
Eyes full of life
Heart full of wonder
Mind ready to create
And her soul soaring above the heavens.
Now, I’m afraid this load she carries is taking away her innocence.
And infecting her with ignorance
Blinding people from seeing her true self.
Instead, they see a crippled human
With no hope.
No belief that she is strong enough.
But I believe in her
I see the strength in her eyes
The love that is still in her heart
And her soul still soaring—
She looks at me and then looks up towards the sun.
Soaking in the last glimpse of light
she will take with her
on her journey to lighten this heavy load.
Sexy ass ass, God
wonderful breast that make Virgin's love
so which ones?!?
you love those Debbie Downers!?!?
they might cut it off just to make it incomplete
you gotta be the best thing that happened to me
if you were a whore
I might take you off the cornerstone
and make cash with it instead of Ass Kissing
and I am the one YOU sex
in the symbol of a woman to make you feel flesh
Don't listen to rabbit
he ain't got love in which is like pleasure
Our pleasure is the best because our love connects
I love you dark hair
wheat field smile
cuz not even an Angel can reach it
and that my city
and you are the most beautiful so I'm snitching
Megan Image (For My Poetry Muse.)
It makes me cry sometimes
just seeing you or knowing you are near;
or somewhere else that I have never been;
part of the past but never far from here
Deep in blue eyes where there's no end to see,
I lose myself to life's great tragedy,
and you've become my very greatest fear.
Your image in my mind's forever part of me,
and has become the last thing
my mind will ever see,
and has become the last thing
my mind will ever see.
Well, she's all sweet and sexual, wants not just fun
but adventure too. Mind is full of passion fruit.
I have no doubt that I love her eyes.
They water and sparkle when starred at in wonder.
They beg to be seen and demand to be questioned
and her lips
are pert with cute expression
inviting a bite in the stillest gesture.
As your eyes slide hungrily, from her toes to her hair and
all over perfection, those blue oceans grow wide, noticed
and looked down, something like submission.
Seemingly has much time for anyone, is ripe
and for the taking,
but knowing she has someone, acts accordingly
and would hesitate permission.
A powerful pull, does this combination,
arc both ways, fuelling the predicament.
All this without a kiss, and I wonder what I miss
What wonders of her bliss, I vain to dismiss?
Whilst my mind is focused on not one nor any,
of her particular things I can delete from memory.
I am not sad nor happy, I swim in foreplay
but I will always be hungry for more if she sends me.
You are my daughter forever in my heart,
maybe not from birth, or right from the start.
Sometimes you may doubt if my feelings are true,
but when I hear the word daughter I always think of you.
You came to me in a special way,
I will never forget that bright sunny day.
With long golden hair and eyes vibrant blue,
I knew without question that I would love you.
So quickly you’ve matured right in front of my sight,
A beautiful young woman you’ve grown up just right.
Remember a mother’s love is not something given at birth.
It is something that grows and earns it’s own worth.
So my dear sweet Megan as time goes by,
Never doubt how much I love you or wonder why.
My golden hair daughter with eyes vibrant blue,
God brought an angel to me when I met you.
Her hair spread out across her cloud-like pillow,
Her breathing soothing, that of a whispering
Willow tree, drooping from its banks on a river
Of endless peace. And as I watch her sleeping
Her dreams come softly seeping, slipping from
her face and the smile that it bore. Though past
her window the night may be stormy, there is no
hint of life so thorny past the shadow of her door.
For here there lies a blissful maiden, encased in sleep
so heavy laden, not with burden but of balance
and happiness in love’s eternal shores. I trace a finger
Along her spine, imagining every groove, every line
To the dimples on her lower back and I forget all
Sense of time and space and time and space.
And as she murmurs in her doze I chuckle,
And I glance at all the clothing cluttered, spread
So neatly and not sparingly, across the bedroom floor.
And with her breath on my neck, I feel her lips gentle
peck, peck into my lonely chest and spill it on the floor
In this room of gentle warm embrace, I find my heart,
my very gentle soul, encased.
12.30.15
The storm rolled outside my window.
Shook my bed frame.
Lit up the walls--
Sent electricity through my brain.
Surrounding me with night's mystery.
I sought comfort.
Raced the lightning down the hall--
To find safety in her arms.
Bright pics in my imagination
Are quite a typical thing.
However there is an exception
That my nightdreams seldom bring.
Once dreams, as usual, started flocking
In my unwearying head...
I saw you met me, starting talking,
I saw you were in my land!
I hope this dream's a special token,
I hope that it will come true.
All words that I have just now spoken
Are of course only for you!
Today I'm springing in elation,
I feel I'm given a wing!
I can't express all admiration
That's being now my soul's king!
Oh, let the world be full of fairies
Like you! Thanks for your great deeds!
I feel I can reap purple berries
Oh, thanks for your purple seeds!
I hope your life will never hurt you
Because your soul is so kind!
God bless you, Cassidy! Your virtue
Will always stay in my mind!