Best Must Poems
I come to the garden along, while the dew is still fresh
on the meadows. Early in the morning do the bird's sing
praises of roses and peddles. I cry, because there is no
refuge finally from the pain.
Yet long ago, a child was born, to become king, and yes
there is hope, just for believing in his name. Where is this King!
when I'm hurting and alone? He's just a prayer away, don't give
up, for he's Alpha and Omega, which means, just be strong!.
So they sent me to a place, to turn my life around. I cry, be-
cause, I am somebody no longer am I bound.
Now I know that Jesus is my refuge and no more drugs is
there for I. Thank you Lord, for the method, that's "Why Must
I Cry".
Nights are restless in dispirited dreams,
treading water in storm-tossed seas.
Starlight guides an uncharted course
when I hear your voice calling me...
hoping to have you again at my side,
sultry eyes gleaming across ebbing tide.
In shallow shoals I stand shivering,
swells swaying in a rhythmic beat
as if they were merciless maelstroms.
But from their lure I seek no release
if from their hold you cannot break free.
Then, I shall perish within their flow
for this reality I have come to know...
My hunger for you will never be sated,
my thirst remains unquenched.
I'm drenched in brine and endlessly search
but yet to find a seraphic solution...
an inkling as to how I can ignite the flame
to light my way while calling your name,
for no matter where my quest leads,
I fail because you're never there.
If to be with you I must face my worst fear,
submerged, entangled in waters deep,
I will find you and wrap you in my arms.
If the bottom of the sea is where you sleep,
my heart will entreat the storm laden sea
to enfold me as it did you, joined in reverie.
I cringe at the desperation of that thought
but my heart is beginning to lose all hope
that it can cope without you at my side.
I cannot hide the dreary darkness inside me,
the bitter starkness and ensuing emptiness
that fills my solemn soul with morbid dread.
Gladly, I would surrender my last breath,
accepting death, forsaking the loneliness
and offer my life... body, mind and soul
without a torrential train of trickling tears
nor wretched frown of fear upon my face
to be with you again each night.
Quivering, I'll wade into tremulous waves
if it means I would be reunited with you
somewhere in reality... anywhere but here...
in dire doldrums of my dreams each night.
Even now, they beckon me into their depths.
If to love you, I must drown; I dare say I will,
surrendering to the fate of my destined plight.
I used to live life full of dreams
Planning, for many years to come.
Where I will be, when I will go,
A future that was filled with fun.
Till the day my life was shattered.
Till the day when the hammer struck.
All my dreams now torn asunder
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to duck.
I stood my battles, fought the fight
We gathered and said our goodbyes,
Yet through all of your brave faces,
I could still hear the silent cries.
Last Will and Testament written,
Everything important was said,
“I love you,” still that magic word,
I’d sleep in peace tucked in my bed.
Then something magical happened,
I came back from places of dread.
Now more a part of the living,
Each day I get stronger instead.
Now I know what’s most important
Enjoy precious moments each day,
Learned not to live for tomorrows
That just might not come anyway.
I enjoy each sip of coffee,
Watching leaves turn colours and fly,
Kisses from my sweet little dog,
Every time I see a blue sky.
The music of my Children’s voices,
Love of family never ends,
Carpe Diem, just seize the day,
That is my new motto my friends.
Written 10.25.2014
For Regina Riddle’s Contest
Seize the Moment (Carpe Diem)
5th
James 5:15
And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up.
Living for the moment makes everything more special.
Must money make man mad?
Money makes man mad
Meanwhile, man made money
Must millions make man mad?
Massive money many mention
Mighty materials, man’s main mandate
Making many mentally magnetic
Mean money might mar man
Con-men crave catching cash consistently
Committing crimes continuously
Consequently, they’re caught, captured, killed
While we wonder where we’re
We want wealth which withers
When we wouldn’t wake
We wouldn’t work without weighing ways
When we weigh madness with mildness
We would work with wisdom
When we work wisely,
We would win
MUSE: AKINDELE OLUWAJIMI
When life gives a choice don't ask why
Don't dwell in dark under a star-lit sky
If music starts playing go find your voice
Don't ask why when life gives a choice
Every life will smile bearing a gift of joy
Echoing sounds of a harmonious ploy
Spreading cheer, donning perky style
Bearing a gift of joy every life will smile
In times of despair, know there's hope
Happiness resides in everyone's scope
Blessings embody within every prayer
Know there's hope in times of despair
Upon every roof some rain must fall
Life once in a while answers your call
When love finds us, that is one proof
Some rain must fall upon every roof
May 14, 2018
Poem of the day on May 16, 2018
HM: Strand select 3 contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
This poem is a Swap Quatrain. This form was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.
Within the Swap Quatrain each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines) where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. In addition, line 2 must rhyme with line 1, and line 3 must rhyme with line 4 and so on, BUT not repeat the same rhyming pattern on subsequent stanzas. Rhyming pattern: AABB, CCDD, and so on.
She's going outside her comfort zone
Why would she leave her safe cell
Life has come with promises from the birth moment
Of a light at the end of the tunnel
The pain that ruin causes falls deep into the darkness
There is no need to be afraid
Every day and every night
Refuse to love, nightmares and dark shadows from the past
A constant fight ensues between her heart and mind
No questions nor any answers ... emptiness
She lets the cold breeze guide her thoughts
Moments define themselves regardless
Right here helpless, silent and breathless
Dreaming by candlelight and paper lanterns
Brilliantly defined and silhouetted, and so brightly lit
When the curtains open and music plays
Fluttering wings of magic sails on cloud nine
Flashing golden memories held within the dome
Happiness enchanting spells a heavenly rays smiles
Open arms warmly embracing sighs inside waves turn keys
One song faraway rising tides brushing sands
In the basin seed of love nourished with beauty
Eden's fruit once bitten when rose blossoms
Sweetly summer sun dances in the horizon
Kissing beams drifting faraway holding paradise
Walking inside the moonlight shadows of daydreams
Winds whispering honey coating chants your tune
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 20.05.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Need
Must have
You are like a flower
Beautiful and Elegant
You must have water
Need shelter
from the wind and cold
Are you going to be
strong and beautiful
You will need Love
by gentle hands
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24.07.2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Like a thunderbolt through the heart,
She was beauty, a work of art,
A snowfield on a summer's day,
She was an angel here to stay.
Such loving eyes to gaze upon,
How could I ever do her wrong,
The moment of truth did come then,
As I wrote with paper and pen.
Was she truly the love for me?
This is something that I must see,
Plainly my love for her was torn,
To walk in two worlds I was sworn.
One of love the other duty,
Neither shall wane but one must be.
(Eight syllables per line)
12~7~2016
It was not long ago
By the reck'ning of things
You were yet a wee one
Yet under our wing-
Now you have grown up
Like snow follows Spring -
Now you're a Mother,
All Mothers must sing.
All Mothers must sing,
Though not always with voice;
'Tis a matter of Truth,
Not a question of Choice.
They sing with their hearts
They sing with their souls
They sing while they're young,
The sing when they're old.
All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
Must sing,
Some sing but a whisper,
Some make the walls ring.
They know that they hold
The most Precious of things;
So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
Must sing.
They sing with their smiles
With their hearts and their sighs,
They sing us to bed
They sing as we rise;
They sing in response
To our smallest of cries
All with the brilliance of love in their eyes.
So from now to the time
You are grey just like me
Darling, sing to your babes
As I sang to thee;
They shall grow to be kind,
To be honest and true;
They shall grow to be Wonderful,
Just like you.
All Mothers must sing
All Mothers must sing
All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
Must sing;
Some sing but a whisper,
Some make the walls ring;
They know that they hold
The most Precious of things;
So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
Must sing,,,,
" . . . madness . . . retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet's brain."
Michael Drayton (1563-1631)
a writer of poems must be quite mind fractured-
we brainstorm the abyss of our thoughts
deep, deep inside
for our ranting
looking for the broken pieces deep in the void
of our life- and open old jagged wounds
this writing is a mania and urge
we travel the calendar of our cracked mind
seeking inspiration- bright thoughts
with instinctive
delirium . . .
a writer of poetry is spontaneous-
to wander paths of the mind- forced to mend
exposing self
rupturing soul
all in the name of poetry inspiration
recollecting sad events for the sake
of penning bleeding words for our readers
we brainstorm- crotchet our poem at night
we weave it in dreams incoherent
we must write it
must, must, must, must . . .
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October 19, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/A Poet Must Brainstorm
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1072-614-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Brainstorm
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
My kid gets smarter every day
She queries in a thoughtful way:
"Are two M.D.'s a paradox?
Are kosher fish in spring 'May lox'?"
"Go ask your Mom". She says, "I did!
She said to ask another kid".
Life Is So Precious And For It One Must Fight
When heart has been crushed, sorrow is all one knows
Pain becomes crushing, world delivers constant blows
Even dawn its glory, wavers and fails to shine
Grapes are withered, falling from a dying vine
Soul looks to Heaven, begs fervently for release
Even in ones sleep at night found is no sought peace
Lost into a darkened wilderness- alone
Searching for answers and away all hope has flown
There in the distance a bright beacon sends its note
Love saves the drowning, as once, an old poet wrote.
When seeking, always look towards the waiting light.
Life is so precious and for it one must fight.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2022
Some poets write to glorify the Lord
while others like to sing the praises of
earth’s beauty or perhaps of their adored.
So many write of nature and of love!
Some poets have a funny bone. They come
up with cute limericks while some write dark!
Some rant; some ramble; some write haiku; some
can give great thought, while some write on a lark!
All poets use the themes that suit them best.
Some are eclectic. Others use few styles.
It’s not for me to say what is the best.
We can inform, inspire, bring tears or smiles.
So whether it’s with levity or might,
we poets must take up our pens and write!
Oct. 9, 2020 for Beth Evans' A Poet's Duty Poetry Contest
Submitted Feb. 7, 2022 for 'A STRAND (1068)' Poetry Contest
*For anyone who had a companion dog that grew old and tired*
I am gazing out across an empty land,
there is not a thing that interests me.
There is no happiness, in any tear I weep,
for it’s so hard to set your best friend free.
Simply there’s no choice in the time of life,
for nothing born can claim eternity,
so comes a time the head must rule the heart,
but it’s so hard to set your best friend free.
Comfort is to reminisce about the past,
and not dwell on what is a personal cost.
I should be celebrating for the love we had;
not mourning about what I have lost.
Wipe that frown from your face
Trust in what the future has in store
You never know what's around the corner
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
POTD February 17, 2026