Best Message Poems
The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder
For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea
And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder
As I wait for my true love to wash back to me
~~~
The clouds move in to hide the paralytic pain
And the thunder muffles the beat of my heart
Within entangled emotions that silently drain
Toward the wounded waters that keep us apart
~~~
Perhaps in the deep distance, there may be hope
For the shore surrenders its secrets of the mist
I’m sinking in the sand of eternity trying to cope
Digging upon dreams of the last time I was kissed
~~~
Thus now the Earth begins to shake and wobble
For it brings forth to me, my message in a bottle.
Nov.01.2018
Tell Me A Story 2
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Placed 2 [4'th of 4]
Be the night that prompts
A nightingale to sing,
Be the dawn of endearment
Enamored in song of robin,
Be a dove, soothing morning,
Crooning melodies of peace.
Be the land of tranquility,
Be garden of white poppies
Blooming flowers of peace.
Be not act of tyranny
Heralding voice of vengeance,
Flaunt not sword of enemies
Spewing revenge that kills,
Be olive branch of friendship,
Be the compassion of peace.
Protect weak and weary,
Feed the plight of hungry,
Accord hope to misery,
Bestow on life a meaning,
Fulfill the void of nothing,
Promote means of being,
Be the ambassador of goodwill,
Be the benevolence of peace.
Be the grace of mercy,
Solemn words of hymn
Singing prayer of harmony,
Raise the torch of dignity,
Be harbinger of sanctity
Tolling bells of divinity,
Be the message of peace.
April 6, 2022
Placed 1st: Your Peace Message To The World Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I went to the sun for a favor
and asked it to shine only for you
to grant you happiness though you may be sad
bright yellow 'midst so much blue
but when the day decides to end
and the sun sinks and goes away
I give you the moon as a reminder
that my love will never fade
though i can't tell you how much I love you right now
and I can't show you what's in my heart
i hope when you look at the sun and moon
you'll realize we aren't that far apart
I set the stage for tropical romance;
among my rocks have sirens’ songs been sung.
Yet some who dare to traverse my expanse
into the briny depths of me are flung.
Inconstant as the sun that comes and goes,
I’m calm as windless day or still of night;
then furious as hurricanes that blow.
You cannot know my mind nor guess my might.
By ancients I was feared and deified,
and still two thirds of all the earth I rule!
Let humans learn the ebb of every tide,
but he who disrespects me is a fool.
The plight of humankind will be its worst
when I and land for sins of man are cursed.
First time our eyes met, instantly I knew
Why red rose-buds are boasting a bloom
In fragrance of gardenia passing through
As scent of pink lilies meant only for you
Evoked conversation of romance for two.
When message of hearts blew in prairies
Words of desire carried a lyrical promise
Blowing in the winds melody of our music
Composing a song in harmony of dreams
Wooing you to declare, for you I'm falling.
I've heard about the allure you're feeling
For you speak to me as I'm daydreaming
Holding me captive, keeping me company,
Praising your name every thought's saying
It won't be long before you would own me.
Unknowingly I introduced you to my family
When in my sleep I spoke of you so fondly.
You must've heard the joy of their cheers
For I see you smiling, shedding happy tears--
As consent of your heart echoes in my ears.
April 2, 2019
Placed 3rd: Strand choice O contest by Brian Strand
I'm crushing on you poetry contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
65 minutes reduced to 120 seconds
Bright lit room
White glossy tone with flowery curtains
Upon window's darkened vision
Your radiance emanated in celebratory gesture
As my eyes fell in love
All over again
But your smiles were too bright to see me cry
Dry heaving sadness gasp
As I looked down...I became the great
Pretender
The smile pretender
You wore a dark blue blouse, w/body-fitting jeans
Tall, plus-size model stature
My walking fantasy
Dark brown locks of joy slow danced upon flesh that
I
No longer embraced
You had something to tell me
"I'm getting married to a man who called me, sexy.
We work together in the same building, so everybody knows."
Spanish music behind the scenes
Your witty humor against song
Crackin' my smile within sadness pores
Showing me blank invitations
As I leaned in, inhaling this broken emptiness
Writing out words with her voice
My gentle grin, the eraser
Tears in Cold War mode
Heart enunciating disconnection bliss
"This wasn't how I wanted to see you again"
As satin comforter tries to soften my falling
Falling...into true love's innocence
The same comforter that covered those tracks
Asphalt scarred remnants from the bus you threw me under
"I always wanted you to wake me from my sleep
But not like this"
You became my dream, come true
Becoming dream again
In 120 seconds
...
He may have called you "sexy" with words
But I called you "beautiful" with heart
Yet you will never value how deep it was
Well, at least you can rest assured
That I got your message
© Drake J. Eszes
"True love never dies...even if the recipient never reciprocates." –D.J.E.
A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano
A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
I’m never gonna quit.
I left behind some parts of me,
I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play.
I’ll be sitting next to you. I’ll be with you every day.
You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternity. No matter were I’m at.
So Sweet
Since you came into my life, I can tell you true
Only pleasing you is all I want to do!
Sugar I’ll be giving you every day and night.
When you waken, I will greet you with my sweet delight.
Embracing you, I’ll be your minX, eXactly what you need.
Enjoyment, like chocolates in a boX I’ll give to please
The man I love. Honey, just relaX; eXpect lots and lots of these!
Jan. 19,2017 for Kim Rodrigues' Message in an Acrostic Contest
To be in love with a poet
Is not an easy thing
Try as you might, you will never
Live up to his dream
For the poet isn’t content
With love’s status quo
You please and you tease him
But it’s not enough you know
For living there in his mind
Is a picture of the divine
You know that he longs for her
For it's shown in every line
The woman of perfection
Who is not of this world
With raven tresses of hair
A passion flower unfurled
The poet “sees” this woman
And his senses just take leave
For her love is deep, intense
Her body rivals that of Eve
She is tender and she’s giving
Never asking in return
She waits for him night and day
And for his love she burns
She nurtures his desire
Fulfills his every whim
For she is his possession
Remains faithful just to him
She sees in him embodied
Every single manly trait
Each and every need of his
She’s sure to satiate
Ah…mere mortal woman
Who must compete with this muse
You find that you fall short
And your love’s prone to abuse
For who can dare compare
With a poet’s romantic dream
The siren who sings to him
Who floats on clouds of cream
Poor lover of the poet
Sitting all alone at night
Waiting for him to see you
and your needs to ignite
Love him, my sweet, love him
For in the end...he’s just a man
That silly muse of his dreams
Can’t caress him, but you can
So win him at this love game
Make the fires really burn
Try to enchant his mind
So that for YOU it will yearn
Warn that charming seductress
That muse who tries hard to woo
That you have a jealous heart
And you've made him drink your brew
Your body, your soul, your desires
Bathe him in all of these
Not with words but your hands
Make him to do just what you please
For a poet is just a man
Just a simple man is he
Grant him all he desires
Only then he'll set you free!
Jade
Answers were needed, like wind direction,
she could feel him heavy in her heartbeat,
it was a good weight, the kind carelessness brings to capricious carress,
his toe prints still in the trail of beach paths in her fantasy's shores,
were his words an omen of futurity's obsession,
is his face a language for love or lust,
could there be blessings in knowing his total nature,
is he alive as art in her soul, or is he a bore when brought before her banquet,
to the mountain mystic she journeyed with joltings in her guessings,
a Seer who fed the mountains spirit syrup from a collection of wasted wants
spread forth by reused wine bottles, labels changed but all blue from experiences,
the gypsy, to wise to be pretty, and too natural to be ugly
enquired of the woman with youth as a weapon and curiosity as a concern,
"What is the most dangerous thing you've ever done?",
and she replied, 'falling in love', smiling out of embarrassment,
the gypsy smiled too, remembering all that,
after being given the man's name, a simple photo, and a birth date
she stared into Time gone missing, exhaled from a soft stun
and told the inquisitive girl,
"He'll meet you in these mountains,
where gypsies speak of love in cards and legacies in crystals..."
J.A.B.
She waited....
heart beat expectancy
to heightened degree
it would come
It MUST come
every day
waiting
for the message
"There must be a mistake!
How could he just vanish
disappear into thin air
and not care
No, there must be
some explanation!"
Perhaps he was sick
perhaps he was dying
and he didn't want her to know
wanted to spare her the pain
all sorts of crazy thoughts
keep her awake at night
as she waited
and waited
for that message
The months passed
the pain grew and didn't subside
it didn't grow dull
nor did it recede
it did bleed...
though her eyes it tore
down her cheeks it bore
her disbelief
it could not be
where was the message???
asking for...forgiveness
begging for....love
a second chance
revival of romance
She waited
for that message
waited because her faith in him
refused to be shattered
though battered
by the calendar mockery
day and month debauchery
Yet...each new morning brought hope
steeped in the belief
of his chivalry
and integrity
for the one whom she knew
could not be the one untrue
cruel and heartless enough
to have to taken her for a fool
she grew heart old
and soul weary
dead on her feet dreary
as she waited for a message
a message
that never came
Eileen Manassian
November was not all that bad. We had
Thanksgiving feasts and very little snow.
The Yuletide season came. Since it was glad,
I felt so sad to see December go.
But January so far we have seen
cars sliding off the roads and freezing cold.
Blue skies I need and white replaced by green
and sunshine spilling onto fields like gold.
But Winter still persists. Up and about,
he's freezing pipes, car engines and my toes!
That old cold man has worn his welcome out.
And next month's Valentines? Well, who needs those?
It's Goddess Spring that I am waiting on.
Why hang around, old Winter? Just begone!
Written 1/19/13 For the Winter Begone Poetry Contest
of Francine Roberts
I will watch their winged endurance, on the crest of autumn's eve,
without knowing where or distance, but in faith they must believe
As the harsh breath sounds of winter are calling geese to leave
I will hear songs of assurance, gliding low against the breeze
I can hear inherent partings, as they form into a V
And they soothe my doubtful worry, as they fly the crimson sea
Lifting eyes, I follow upward, as they cluster into line
With necks stretched long and southbound, departing with a sigh
With constant proof, year after year, their calling fills my ears
Sent here by the grace of God, in a race against my fear
While their promised songs may sadden me, and tears to eyes will bring
Their steadfast return assures my heart, to believe tomorrow's spring
"Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith."
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Poetic lines
plucked out of the universe of creativity
a structure perhaps in place.
The poet's mind
a receptor
like a television receiving radio waves.
A message and a form emerges and a pattern appears
then to be arranged and carefully designed
like a quilter creating a quilt.
Further guided to play with words and structure
so as to fine tune
like a musician fine tuning a musical instrument.
The poet beckoned
by the universe of creativity
summoned to create the poem.
N/A - Brian Strand - All Yours (Apr 14) Poetry Contest
NOCTURNAL MESSAGE
I must say
This, my dream, now seems
Not a series of unrelated happenings
In course of a night’s sleep
But were surrealistically constructed
From life’s timeless values lay
Hidden in my invisible keep
Various dream parts such as
Love decay old age and death are
Called up in metaphor –
A hand reaching muddy floor
Noise confusion and
Knocks on a door
I left for the city on foot
Clear and bright the day
Straight and sure the way
Within though Giganticus is
Misty and dark
Many buildings in decay
I’m lost
In a maze of winding streets
With nary a friendly face to greet
I wander through buildings
In and out in and out
Too numerous to count
Till at last through one door
I espy a counter section
With a sign – “We give directions”
“Oh thank heaven,” I cry – reach out –
“There is a God
And he is good.”
Alas as I step forth
There came a flood
Filling my way with blackest mud
Hindered thus in Giganticus
I tried cross the room to shout
“I’m lost want to go home which way out?”
But the relentless mud
Continued to flow
Doors now are locked no place to go
Past life flashed before my eyes
And to my horror
Came four knocks on the building door
Up! Up!
Wake up! Wake up!
Dave Austin