Best Messaged Poems
She sent me a message while I was walking Mr. Reilly,
She said “Look up, and tell me what you see.”
I thought I would impress her with my poetical ways so I answered,
Bus zooming by…
Brown leaves on the sidewalk ahead,
And a shadowy figure that Reilly and I will soon pass,
The smell of the Indian bakery warming my insides on an autumn evening.
“I love fresh bread,” she said, “What do you hear?”
Crisp slate grey sky,
And the wind gently shaking loose more tan and brown leaves,
And cars sliding by,
Each with its unique sound of tires on asphalt,
Creating its own steady hush.
She then messaged, “You’re very good at this,
I’m going to read that again!”
but I went on…
A few drops of cool rain,
The rain here, even when it’s pouring,
Seems to be made of a lighter liquid.
It’s not the hard thick drops of a West Texas down pour,
And it’s almost disappointing when
I don’t have the residual layer of dirt on my windshield after the rain,
Almost.
They say there is thunder in the springtime,
But I suspect they don’t know what real thunder is,
Here in California.
In the West Texas springtime,
When entire sky is filled with all the mountains,
That are missing from the landscape,
You can feel the power and,
The threatening posture of the storm,
But you take up the challenge and face the lightning,
And it fills you with excitement,
And if you have a lover,
It is during these storms that your fantasies come true.
Silver flashes across your lover’s skin,
Passion filled faces caught in the strobe of lightning,
And the pounding rain beating on the windows.
The mix of cold wet air,
And the sweaty heat of deep kisses and breath.
They don’t know what they’re missing here,
In California,
But I do,
And maybe someday I’ll have her.
Michael F. Lewis
11/29/2012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToCr_Xo1LPk
I was a teacher for 39 years and when I look back…in all honesty…I probably learned more from my students than they ever learned from me.
Each student was a unique individual which meant…I had a lot to learn.
It took a lot of time and effort…a lot of respect between us needed to be earned…
Each student had their own set of problems…some we had to accept…others we tried to quell…It was my job to help them to find the talents they possessed as well.
You like to think you were able to find a way to help…to make your words and actions blend…so all the time and effort you spent with each student was worth it in the end.
You hope you have an impact on a student before it’s time for them to go…
but when it comes to most of the students you teach…the truth is…you never know.
You never know what will happen from the moment your time with a student begins…
With any lucky when they leave your classroom you’re both a better person than you were the moment they walked in.
Then, every now and then something wonderful happens that brings a smile to your face and warms your heart…like when an old student of mine messaged me to say she was in a musical and had a singing part!
She asked if Deborah and I were coming…
I said of course…the pleasure would be ours…
then with total innocence she added,
“Thanks, Yerman, and don’t forget to bring me flowers.”
We watched her sing and dance and at the end of her musical play…we presented her with flowers….
my surprise came the next day.
On her Facebook page she wrote ‘I got flowers from my teacher Mr. Yerman…which brought me on the verge of tears…that she still thinks of me as her teacher…even after all these years.
It’s funny in all the time we spent together…both of us learning how to be…
I never taught her how to sing or dance…those were lessons she taught to me.
Which shows we never know the extent of the influence we have in the things we say and do…
I only hope Andrea, you who became my teacher…learned as much from me as I have learned from you.
My Green Iggy
My wild green iguana
nods his regal head at me.
It’s the power of a tangerine
hibiscus flower he knows.
Bobbing his head like Billy Idol,
liking what he sees.
Offering my shoulder,
he grabs on tightly with his toes.
Now my dinosaur friend
is taking a thrilling joy ride.
Settling in his outdoor
cage to work on his suntan.
Guarding his cage,
for I would cry if he died.
An orange tabby lies beside him,
Iggy loves his cat.
Iggy takes a wild ride
inside and eats fresh fruit.
Romance, he makes my purple
house shoe his junk yard dog.
Playing a jungle song,
entertaining him with my shiny flute.
Keep the room hot for him,
but we’re not rich.
He loves to be messaged
and lightly misted with water.
Loving him like he was
my son or my daughter.
(This dog was an angel in a fur coat)
Angels come in all shapes and sizes
this one was full of prizes.
An Easter gift,
oh! so soft and not stiff.
Boys got her at the pound, and she was all smiles and never a frown.
Thirty pounds was all she was, this angel came with no flaws.
Her perfumed cream colored fur, would make me want to purr.
Lovingly messaged to sleep each night, up and out with the morning sunlight.
Daily she sang her song to the rabbits, this was one of her heavenly habits.
I talked and she listened well, did she think I was under a spell? She loved her blusher make up, it made her rosy cheeks want to jump. Off in the car we would go,
when we came home she would say oh no.
Her angel kisses,
were always there as was her best wishes. Heavenly angel I now need to say good bye, one day I will once again say hi.
Written Date 2/12/2020
3 Place My Companion and Close Friend That Never Complains Contest. Judged: 2/18/2020 Sponsored by: Eve Roper
I noticed her eyes all from the start,
And from that moment hoped we wouldnt ever part,
She can sing and manage and do so much stuff,
When i worked this all out i smiled and let out a sigh and a puff,
Her beauty was something completely out of this world,
She made me so nervous i thought i could have hurled,
She began to open up and show me her true self,
This chick was one of a kind and only top shelf,
We talked on the phone and it was all very brief,
But that misunderstanding gave me so much grief,
I was so sad i felt i had let her down,
All through that night my face was a frown,
So i messaged her again and apologised some more,
She wouldnt reply it shook me to my core,
We tried to meet up it was meant to be by the lake,
She stood me up, i hope her intentions are not fake,
Ill try again and hope we can meet
All over some mexican, something tasty to eat,
Maybe this wont work out but i have to try,
If it doesnt work out im still just a guy,
I hope one day that we can be true friends,
Maybe one day we can bump together our ends,
I will try to please her, and fullfill all of her most intimate needs
Ill go down on her until she cant take it, but only when she pleads
Ill bite her and spank her and yank on her hair,
But ill promise to do it all with such love and care
My imagination runs wild and my heart pounds so hard,
Please dont send me a message this is my last card
I can only think about you through the day and the night,
Im so scared im to full on and that you might take flight
You are so beautiful all from within
Your kindness your soul where do i begin,
You are pretty and beautiful and i love that about you
I think youre stuck in my head with a whole ton of glue
You have sparked something from the inside of me,
When i look at your photos my face lights up with glee
You make me feel like a kid with butterflies all through,
I hope its no game, that it is real for you
xoxox
His picture was fake, but she was truly PHAT,
Liking her, he messaged her to chat back ASAP.
While chatting, she was shown the guy's true image: “WTH?”
she texted back to her gal pal, throwing in - SMH.
Acting all nice, she told the guy, “BRB.”
Privately she was wearing a BEG.
He believed for a short while that the girl was simply AFK.
Instead that PHAT ended up completely MIA.
March 25, 2021
for the Acronyms In Couplets Poetry Contest of L. Milton Hankins
PHAT = Pretty hot and tempting
ASAP = As soon as possible
WTH = What the heck?
SMH= Shaking my head
BRB = Be right back
BEG= Big evil grin
AFK= Away from keyboard
MIA = Missing in action
(I tried to match syllable counts per individiual couplet pairings, with the PHAT of the last line counting as four distinct syllables)
The sadness I feel is a vacuous thing
clouds colored dark form the skies
Silence rings loud as the echoes now bring
tear drops that fall from the eyes
Merely a name and a poetic phrase
a photograph placed on a screen
I wasn’t prepared for the messaged displays
sorrow befell what was seen
Though something inside brings such joy to my mind
moments I’ll never forget
To know someone genuine, caring and kind
a treasure this person I met
Sorrow and sadness they linger a while
missing a wonderful view
Yet thinking of her brings an eternal smile
as many I know they will do
Life is so short even when days are long
both though will come to an end
Remember the good and you’ll never be wrong
dream as the memories send
Goodbyes are hard in the shadows of time
nothing much more can be true
So here is mine in this missing you rhyme
I will be thinking of you
I knew Carolyn Devonshire only through this site and what I will remember most was how kind she was to me. It is hard to express what I felt when I received the message from Poertysoup the other day, there was an emptiness that hit me quite hard but I forced my mind to think of her only as I knew her, a wonderful poet and a genuine caring person. Rest in Peace Carolyn.
Left a comment on her poetry site,
a rating good and criticism light;
other readers had messaged there,
most praiseworthy, which was fair;
and she answered, nearly them all,
but to my note she let silence fall;
why this treatment, I couldn’t tell,
at least some reply like “Go to hell.”
Inspired by the feeling I get when I leave a comment or two, or perhaps even a bolder message rather than noting something for everyone to see, and all you get is stone silences, and you wonder if they read or saw it, surely they did, or if they didn't like it or if they didn't like your face. I'd rather get a sharp rebuke than silence.
Unspoken words,
impatient inside,
celled in the heart in hesitation,
to be lettered or messaged
from the mind.
Courage will be the communication
where fear is the wall.
"Sorry to disturb you....."
gives a start to a long
release of thoughts.
love has drifted and shifted from old days,
from daisies, roses and chocolate trays,
we fall in love, not after meet and look,
love is often through twitter or facebook!
her eyes were so dreamy on her webpage,
her lips so rosy they lit in me rage,
I fondled, kissed the pillow next to me,
dreamt with her I had a family tree!
I messaged her twice and got no reply,
good girls of that age I knew would be shy,
googled and Yahood, finally tracked her down,
knew exactly where she lived in my town!
that evening when we met, my love went cold,
her photo on her webpage was 30 years old!
Written 27/06/2021
Contemporary Sonnet poetry contest
Charlotte Puddifoot sponsored
10 syllables each line
14 lines aabb rhyme sequence with final rhyming couplet.
Haunted by the presence of Absence
Unfair judgment has been whispered in my hungry ear
Unwanted in my own home – seeking repentance
I will break free…until then, I won’t shed a tear and I shall not fear…for healing’s near
Haunted by the presence of Absence
Live life like it’s our last…forget about yesterday’s regrets and pain
Wanted in the arms of forgiveness and sustenance
In the middle of nowhere, I find out that I’m lost in a multitude…the thought of it drives me insane
Haunted by the presence of Absence
I worshiped the words that you spoke every time we messaged each other
Taunted by the past nightmares…I’m drunk on your elegant essence
I’m wondering who’s going to save me from myself? Maybe I’ll just rely on my Father
Haunted by the presence of Absence
I’m perfectly imperfect and you’re flawlessly flawed…nothing makes sense anymore
Daunted by the demons in my mind, telling me that you are of no significance
In the end of the Chapter, I guess I had to sacrifice myself for your precious life that I so much adore…there is a beginning to explore, so don’t give up…for there’s hope and freedom in store that will enlighten you to the core…illuminate us, oh Lord of Accord, so you and I can soar together as one once more…………
"THE CAN FILLS, THE CAN EMPTIES"
my mentor said:
“everything repeats.”
my mentor said:
“there is always one
woman to save you from
another and as that
woman saves you, she
makes ready to destroy
you.”
I kicked my last whore
to the curb.
an ex-girlfriend from
over a decade ago
messaged me.
there’s been silence
between my ex and I.
the ex that returned
talks to me every mo-
ment she can.
my current ex just
messaged me through
the phone and wrote,
“I hate you!”
the ex from the past
just called me on the
phone and said,
“I love you, I miss
you. I want to see
you already.”
my mentor knew his game.
I drink, I type.
play by play and it’s
beautifully glorious.
By: Chicano Eddie
Not a year ago did I question my own life
Did I stop believing that I was even right
I questioned my own being my beliefs and all my morals
I know I had a reason but it didn't seem ligit
I figured that no one would really throw a fit
If I had just disappeared I knew how happy everyone would get...
Than you messaged me randomly I had no clue why
I figured I'd give you a chance since you really did try
You seemed like a fary tail a safe haven to where I would escape maybe just for a moment I'd forget all of the hate.
When I talked to you I felt no more pain
I thought you were amazing and hoped you'd feel the same
It wasn't long before you recognized my name
I had just started school and stared to feel ashamed
I walked down the halls staring at my feet
Hoping that I could go home and simply just retreat
I was so nervous I didn't realize who you were
For two days of attendance my attention was a blur
When you put two n two together and asked me in a date
In the frozen tundra
Nowhere has love been
feeling temperatures
never being here
Cold hearted plastic
No feeling in the rain
Haven't got tree branches
Dirty plates in the sink
Jagged rags, placed inside
Box of ices;
a feeding frenzy
A call of now...
a horse rejecting Purina dog chow
now you are carrying
A hurt reside
A messaged for you
You will survival
Hot compresses
Torn worn angry liquid water spaces
dirty dishes packed in
Wormy sandwiches
then placed in a box
Box of ices
04/03/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
A Blessing In Disguise
Many years ago, I was asked to give the blessing at dinner. As a guest, this was not something I was accustomed to and therefore declined, finding myself in a losing debate. “It’s not a big deal; just acknowledge ONE thing that you are thankful for”. Politely, I said no, then stood up and left.
Each and every one of us is on a path and that path can be long and winding. Though some boast with confidence, no one can know what is coming just around the bend. It is that bend that I have always tried to prepare for, to do what’s right, to be ready. But life is not a vacation, in which you can pack.
Many years later and after my divorce, I felt lost and more afraid than ever before. Realizing that a path is more than HOW you take your next step, it is who, that you are NOW. But, I don’t know, who I am! I have withdrawn or been abandoned from many friends. I have tried to focus on my kids and myself. I have tried to breathe, through meditation. But, with no avail.
Early on, I reached out to a friend I hadn’t seen in 16 years. And though she lives out of state and has a life of her own, she will periodically call to see how I am. I am thankful! A couple of years ago, out of the blue, a woman (my first love!) had messaged me. She was in town and wanted to catch up. We had talked for hours, as if 26 years apart were no more than just a day. I am thankful! A friend here in town that knows of my strife, who listens to me and gives advice with an unconditional kindness. I am thankful! And for the dinner I had today, where I am always invited without fail. I am thankful!
So in these last few years, on this narrow rocky path that I walk, I am beginning to see a glimmer of hope. Not that much has really changed for me, but I am changing in the way that I look at things. Choosing, in how I see. Deciding to re-look at my life to see how and where I am today. And I am thankful!
On a final note; the blessing that I was asked to give, I realize now that it was a blessing in disguise. Not only did they want me to be thankful, but they also hoped it would draw me from my shell. Never underestimate the power of God to put someone in your life. Incredible things can happen when you’re willing to believe.
Thankfully Yours, Jeffrey