Best Memorise Poems
Nauseating thoughts about noxious, and demeaning words
that smell worse than stinking socks on sweaty feet ,
replay in my head making me feel so small .
They swell in my mind , twisting my stomach,
urging me to throw up poisonous venom
of false accusations ,you've pumped into my blood stream.
But I know then , that after I regurgitate ,
this migraine you've caused will be gone, I will be relieved.
I will celebrate the accomplishment of living
without ever thinking of your existence again.
This time there'll be no effort to repair
nor would I feel the need to defend myself
for things I didn't do. This time I make no wrong decisions.
No , I will not be coming back to your illusional lies'parasites.
No, I will not cling to memories of better times ,
and inseparable moments, of sugar coated sweetness
and diabetic aftermath. My subconscious will memorise ,
but only the final act of your dramatic moods.
Our friendship is at permanent loss
But , I won't waste precious time scattering its ashes
nor mourning its death. No there 'll be no regret .
I will walk away from you , from all We ever had ,
I'll let new arms embrace me , and steal me from our past.
This is a revised poem . A big thankyou to all of those who helped me
with their suggestions.
My Heart Sighs for You
One glorious day you drifted this way
and life was ne'er going to be the same
It was early spring, hearing bluebirds sing
in fervent sun rays that’d burnished for days.
We walked along an enchanted pathway
where wild flowers grew in flamboyant hue
Creatures in their prime having an ace time
in gleeful display as we passed their way.
It became clear we'd become near and dear
our destiny, not a momentary
We sang filled with joy no one could destroy
dancing among sprites till the orb of night.
We sighed when stood on a bridge o'er a brook
reflections entranced as lustrous stars pranced
Phantoms of the night ascended in flight
they'd been awed as we become enamoured.
The magical scenes drifted off downstream
I woke feeling blue, you'd faded from view
Never never land’s where we fly off to
in sweet dreams I constantly dream of you.
It brings on a sigh and still makes me cry
when I memorise our last sad goodbye.
11th July 2021
What Makes You Sigh… Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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(((Fictional)))
We may have won the battle, but they never fought the war.
we are living in a rose tinted nation,
Trying to live up to our own declarations.
Avoiding participation in our own rehabilitation.
Yet we still choose depression as our safety station.
We surround ourselve with distorted imagery.
Illusions and delusions of how we ought to be.
Fighting for democracy and unrealistic dreams of equality.
yet racism still a well known philosophy.
We place our goals just within our reach.
We use empty books to educate and teach.
We memorise our perfect speech, tick the box 'donate to aid relief'.
Yet obesity is our number one retreat.
We follow the rules on how to behave .
Make notes of what and to whom we gave.
Pray to god and you will be saved, for all our sins he did forgave.
yet a mortgage pays for the tombstone on our grave.
Our eyes have closed in this rose tinted nation.
As the economy rose we sacrificed our identification.
Lost our salvation in the walls of our self built concentration.
And we pity them with their lack of complication.
A sweet memory of our school days
We walked to school everyday
With a light school bag
Under a blue sky
With rain or sunshine abound
Only a few books in the school bag
But many flowers pluck
Or junk food bought along the way
We only had to finished our homework
Before we're free to play
We memorised lessons for our tests
Which were simple and straight forward questions
Never got tuition
We're left to learn and recite ourselves
Till we remembered
A simple style of school life
But with confidence,independence and wisdom
A nature lover
A love for freedom
A love for a simple life
Sat in a friends garden surrounded by plants, birds and bees.
Sat admiring each leaf and petal, all delicately made by the creator.
Looking at each bumblebee with it,s colours and watching it work,
moving from flower to flower gathering pollen to be made into honey,
that tastes so yummy.
Clematis, lavender and fig, so many plants all around me in one place to see,
so many species to memorise not so easy. The garden a place of beauty, peace
and harmony, a place of relaxation, rest and inspiration. A place to be close to
nature and in the presence of my lord sat at his feet.
A sunny day a comfy chair and a cool drink to hand. Just sat in the garden,
talking, praying and singing, me and the lord undisturbed, unbroken, undiluted
pure sweet fellowship. The way it should be. thank you God for the garden
Amen
_Conviction Office,_
Dear You,
*UNTIL* *I* *OPENED* *UP*
I think I'm open
In the sense that i Outwardly Portray External Nonsense
Oh yes! I'm OPEN!
But what about the inside?
I thought by portraying my external nonsense,
I might be liked by all and experience their rosy sides.
But is that what i need to build my bed of roses?
When the thorns would just prick me if i lay on it.
I had Secrets,
Just like having a dark coven of angry lions
Ready to jump and devour
Indeed! One's mind is his life.
Simple sentences became aesthetically jumbled words in my head.
I tried to read meaning out of nothing.
I could say it was a solo casted movie:
Being the antagonist and protagonist in my mind merely projected in my actions.
No scripts to memorise, no directions yet it played horribly enthusiastically,
Until i opened up.
I lived fantasy outside
Yet scared, tormented, afraid, and mediocre inside.
Instead of having the peace of calm waters in my soul,
I had tantrums of volcanoes exploding in my head.
Until i opened up.
I never saw the essence of the people i had.
I thought being open was too cheap;
Rather, i was conforming to the hollow sentiments of this world,
All battling it out and always loosing.
Until i opened up.
I never saw the essence of a listener.
But when i did,
I appreciated the presence of an audience.
When i gave up the "I'm not telling life",
I now begun to experience real life.
Until i opened up!
I felt everyone had a story they didn't read out.
But now i know,
That every page is blank,
Ready to be filled with amazing stories of peace and tranquility.
No man is an island on his own. Open up and let's form a uniform body.
Unity is the way to go.
I want be known
not by a thousand but by one
I to be bone deep recognised in spirit and flesh
I want you to care enough about the details
To memorise these shades of shadows
swirling in my soul
and not run
petrified of my darkness and repulsed by my inadequacy
I want you to love my imperfection
I want to be desired
as in oxygen has been replaced
with burning for my taste
I dream of this love
colored and contoured by novels
but I wonder
if it is not a fantasy lying
is it real?
For now it is the sniper
taking down the flesh before me
with its desperate demands
peals the bell of sweetest sweet romance,
Where Mystic Rose begins to memorise the dance,
where love was sweetest ever known,
where passion was mesmerised and overthrown,
by the mystic wielder of the lance,
suggestive in its very overtone...
Don
She threw a glance,to memorise
Thus was true love born that day,with sighs.
In this busy world... when time is just waisted..
days begin with tears and laughter..
questioned are answerd in silence...some are pending in violence..
peopel are too busy with there own looking after..
selfishness,poverty lys in the doors corner..
just a facke smile on there lips you can see faster...
many take out the smile away yet some tries to give a smile on others face...
and some are tries best to wipe it away..
how many are holding there tears in the day
and let it run down in the cold nights they spend...
who counts the tears of sadness..who counts the smiles in happiness..
life was given to share and enjoy and to look after..
golden rule god has written in the bibel..
treat others as u wanted to be treated...
so many know the bibel...some can memorise the chapters..
but..now I wonder what god would think...
when he see...the mask that every one is wearing
to cover up the life srory..!
Dilupa Wijegunasekara
(For Adult Contest)
Turning point: a child is born
tears of pain, tears of joy
mother's milk, flood of love
sit 'n' stand, laugh 'n' talk
on the fly get to know
what is right, what is wrong
rise 'n' shine, fall 'n' rise
question, protest, memorise
weren't allowed, now you can
earn 'n' spend, break 'n' mend
climb the ladder, fall in love
wonder if there's God above
'more you give, 'more you get
care, respect and then protect
tears of pain, tears of joy
Turning point: your child is born
If only I had known I’d never hear your voice again
Or hear you whisper sweetly in my ear
I'd memorise each word of love you ever said to me
So when I'm all alone, your voice I’ll hear
If only I had known it was the last time I would see
The man I love with all my heart and soul
I would have held on tighter and kept you close to me
And never would have ever let you go
If only I had known it was my last night in your arms
That I would never wake with you again
I’d pray for God to hide the sun and let you stay with me
And pray for night time always to remain
If only I had known you would be taken from my life
Be left with only memories and tears
I’d cherish every second, every minute spent with you
To keep them in my heart through all the years
If only I had known that you were leaving me behind
So many things I never got to say
To tell you what it meant for me to have you in my life
Steal one more kiss before you went away
You were my love my heart my soul, the reason that I breathe
And now you are my Angel up above
Please listen baby, hear me when I say a prayer for you
The only man I know I’ll ever love..
Telepathy is what binds us,
Similar minds and intellect,
Unsaid words are well heard and understood!
Soul to soul transfer,
Unseen are the places,
Visible to the spirits and well perceived !
Uncounted places and occasions,
Unplanned we always meet,
Idealistic are the meetings to memorise!
Fingers are eager to write,
Swift to move with thoughts,
Invariably at the same time exchange!
Words are all we have to cherish,
Rather than visit to the tunnel of love,
Purely platonic, relationship worth appreciation !!
Welcome friends, time for an education
let's digest what Mark 9:23 is;
"...all's possible," even for your imagination
"...just believe," and you won't miss.
You see, Jesus told this young man
that all's possible if he can believe;
just keep your prayers ready at hand
even if you want to visit the Tel Aviv.
See, believing isn't just saying "I believe",
one must visualise, conceptualise too;
talking about it, like a well placed kiss
then pray everyday as you happen to do.
So browse thru' your Bible, or go thus online
seek the passages that God has prepared;
find the right Word that fancies your mind
memorise them, like a finely fit hat.
* Mark 9:23 states:
Jesus said to him, "If you can believe,
all things are possible to him who believes."
Amen.
Sometimes I forget
I seek reason under the cracks
of the dried grounds
that used to puddle
there I find confirmation
that I too can love
So we live in different times
you in today
I in the third world graces
yet frequently our paths kiss
and fate hints nothing
So I hold out from today
'Til the day you actually
See my love and smell
My sincerity
But in the mean time
I will sit here and gather
Jealousy, love, hate and anger
The day you touch me
With our eyes locked
And all the lights in the world
Turned on
You will see this all
And take me, with urgency
With need to fulfil
Every whim I'll ever make, quietly
Every risk taken
Will be worth the trouble
And nothing like waiting
Will be viable
Nothing this good should be
Waited upon
And like before
I will show you what I meant
When I told you
People don't get kissed
Like that to forget
I will show you what
You do to me in silence
And I will learn every thing
Memorise and try to remember
Every toss and turn
Wait until you give
So I could also learn to take
And as we lay in silence
I will assure you
That I too can also love you
In my own way and language
But I will definitely
Love you