Best My Hero Poems
To honor my hero.
A wee superhero.
Has shoplifted my heart
Autistic, but so smart.
Place him in shopping cart
Grandma can we see toys;
He makes such welcome noise.
Look at that,
Look at that.
Look at the bubble,
A bubble in a bubble.
Bubbles going faster.
My living-room a disaster.
A wee superhero the master,
He came into my life
In a time of bitter strife.
My wee bug
Welcomes with bear hugs.
To honor my Hero
A wee superhero.
7/22/2022
To Honor My Hero Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
" Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."(Final lines from Walt Whitman's "O Captain My Captain")
My hero, oh how wonderful it would have been
to know you personally, to have spent time with you,
especially since I learned the way you were back then
both as a child, then as a man – so strong, so wise, so true!
The way you’ve been described, you had a gangly look -
not a handsome lad, but oh, you were so bright!
You were poor, but you did all you could just to find a book,
one you might savor late into the night.
I relate to how you had a very human side;
to the way you loved to play a prank or talk jokingly.
You never were unkind, and you had no worldly pride.
Preferring friends to chores, you also loved poetry!
What other man born in a cabin would rise up and accomplish so much?
Predestined for greatness, you had inside you the desire
to be better! When you realized that your country boy dialect was such
a hindrance, you taught yourself proper English to climb higher!
You were so very good, and your soul so godly old!
Once in New Orleans you witnessed the African's sad plight -
men and women chained like animals were being sold.
All you saw, felt and heard determined you'd fight for the right!
You had no religion, Honest Abe, but you looked to God!
Freeing slaves, you also would have fought for women’s freedom too.
A melancholy man at times, and maybe a bit odd,
“ O Captain, my Captain,” poets ever more will praise you.
For "To Honor My Hero" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
She may be someone so many people know,
but my mother will always be my favorite hero.
She is tough and strong in ways I can’t explain,
and in moments of sadness, her joy shall remain.
On my heart she leaves a tender loving stain.
What is a hero in everybody’s longing eyes?
It’s someone who in extreme difficulty still tries.
She’s a rock for the family when in distress,
I’m proud to be her daughter, I must confess.
She calms me down when I’m an emotional mess.
When I’m sick she makes me chicken soup to heal,
if only she knew how loved she makes me feel.
Her adoring faith shows in her daily life,
and for my dad is the most heartwarming wife.
She saves my soul when in stuck in anguished strife.
She’s kind and forgiving full of fortitude and trust,
and being there for others has always been a must.
She raised me to be the woman I am today,
and inspires my writing in every single way.
There are so many other compliments I could say.
She’s the sweetest grandma to my beautiful daughter,
because courage and love she has always taught her.
At the soup kitchen she helps the starving people eat,
giving food and water that they don’t get on the street.
To little homeless Joey she always gives a special treat.
She asks for nothing but gives more of herself,
even though she’s not in the perfect health.
I know no one who is like her to many others,
the foundation of strength to my sister and brother.
No there will never be another hero like my mother.
Hero Contest
Silent One
November 25, 2017
He feared not his death,
because he came to know well,
Him who gave us all life’s breath.
He worked at his goal,
taking life’s problems in stride,
Humility was in him.
I remember him
smiling, laughing and patient,
as generous as could be,
adoring his wife,
happy for her attention,
Respectful of his children.
I was glad to be,
a part of that family,
even though for a short time.
I was too young then
to understand what Love is.
He showed me, I’m glad to say.
A real team player,
encouraging and docile,
Bedtime found him on his knees.
Joe knew his business,
and set reachable short goals,
His long range goal was heaven.
5/30/11
This tribute to my good friend Joe T. is my first of this Sedoka poem form which is
Japanese in origin. Six line stanzas 577577. Each stanza is called a Katauta.
I found it easy to communicate the desired message with this form.
With Presidents Day coming up this Monday, I submit my tribute to the president born Feb. 12, 1809:
Ode to My Hero: Dear Abe
At many things, Abe Lincoln was the best.
From boyhood to manhood, how he shone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
I picture him a farm lad poorly dressed -
kind soul and working so hard all alone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
Entertaining, Lincoln liked to jest.
Tall and strong was he when fully grown.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
Great intellect and talents he possessed.
Many things he learned all on his own!
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
He led a nation facing great unrest,
for slavery dear Abe could not condone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
Feb. 15, 2020 for Sheri Fresonke Harper's
Ode To A President Or Politician Or Leader Past Or Present Poetry Contest
My hero has a name which has lived on
through history with great respect and love.
Though decades since his time has come and gone,
there’s no other leader I can think of
who cared so much for all those for whom he
was representing in high government.
Though poor, he rose up, and a destiny
of greatness he fulfilled as president.
A nation divided had to be kept
from separating. War had to be fought.
So many died. For that, I’m sure he wept.
Yet assassination fell to his lot.
He freed the slaves; there was no better than
dear Abe, a self-taught, honest and good man.
Nov. 26, 2017 for the Hero Contest of Silent One
A hero is a person who 'encourages',
That 'hero' is my beacon light;
Everyone has a her, say it fictional or a non-fictional one,
I've one who's non-fictional one, and I call him 'Daddy'!
He cares for me,
Not as a normal child, But as a Precious 'Piece of Diamond' he preserves me as.
He doesn't make me wait, for anything;
He gets me 'World in a Silver Plate'!
Makes me Laugh, When Life is Tough,
Sits with me, as a 'Gossip Buff'.
Takes me to a tour, my handsome 'doer',
He's my legendry peer.
Words, of Kindness are here,
He's my always 'Near and Dear'.
My life is at a standstill
Spent most of it getting my fill
In relationships that just didn't cut the deal
Letting go of the way past memories make me feel
Run over like a loose wheel
How being alone makes your heart feel the ice cold chill
When none of it feels like it was real
Then we reach for the stars
Hoping to find a way to be free from the scars
It's like my heart chained up breaking apart
When I have been so very honest from the start
It's not about having a fancy car
Or hanging out in the right bar
Whether she is near or far
I cast my love into the wind
Looking for my hero our dear lord might send
One that doesn't pretend
Because I have a broken spirit for them to mend
Who understands the meaning
Of what its like to be best friends
Looking for my hero to come to steal the show
Who understands the meaning of what makes life grow
That doesn't mind when things move slow
My hero who has that magical flow
Who wants to know
When true love starts to glow
My hero that takes my heart from ground zero
That will never let go
Of our love that won't ever plateau
Lighting up with all the colors of a rainbow
To find a love that only God can bestow
I was just on the brink of giving up on love,
I was about to jump into a fog of loneliness.
But you came and rescued me from despair,
you were my very own superman.
You brought me back from darkness,
your love revitalized my broken heart.
Your love caused me to see sunshine.
I can't believe that you are mines.
That happened ages ago and you’re
still my friend, my lover and my superman.
Alexis Y.
12-20-18
My Hero
Ever since I was a child he tore a piece of sun and stitched me whole
working himself to the bone so I could have a bed and home
he never complained and he always made it back ,even during storms
He was my Father, My Hero, my best friend ...
When I was overwhelmed submerged in ether
listening to bells go off in a not so distant medical bed
he walked in to pick me up, gave me a giant doll
then scooped me in his big strong arms and took me home.
When I was left behind for reasons I could not comprehend
mistaken for crazy and sent to a medical facility,
he spoke to the doctors then gently brought me back to health.
When he was dying from cancer and I could not sleep
I drove hours to get to him,
Stopped a a nearby village, and found a perfect blue rose
When I placed it by his bedside, holding my hand he said to me
"Daughter, its time for me to go home. "
I wasn't ready but I released him and let him go,
how I found the strength, I will never know.
Until this day when I think of heroes I think of my dad
those starlit eyes, that golden smile, those strong arms.
Today, inside this broken heart of mine there lives a hero,
one that I could never replace, nor misplace. My dad.
July 27, 2022
Sometimes the question is more important
Then the answer could ever be
Sometimes you must close your eyes
To ever be able to see
It really is all about the same
Everything is held to chance
No place in life is this more prevalent
Then the passion of romance
Have I mentioned destiny
Or a thing called fate
How each played a major role
In me meeting my true soul mate
My wife and I met one day
Each of us on the run
Trying to stay one step ahead
Of the things we had done
We talked about our children
The hearts we had broke
And how some people in this life
Are truly different folk
Then we talked about ourselves
And how it came to be
That we were finding in each other
What others failed to see
That was many years ago
As I smile at her and grin
That, that lady took a loser
And then taught him to win
There is a hero in my wife
At least she is to me
That lady who took a demon to bed
Then made an angel of me
Who is your hero?
As for me, I would have to say,
"My Daughter, My Hero."
She brings joy and happy tears to my eyes each time she says,
"Mommy, I Love You."
So once again I ask
who is your hero?
And once again I reply
"My Daughter, My Hero"
Although my reasons would change for I have so many,
She is my hero for she brings laughter when I am sad, and is there to inform me
that everything will be alright.
She is my hero for she is there to take care of me as I am there for her.
She comes to me before any other.
And once again I ask,
Who is your hero?
As for me, I again reply,
"My Daughter, My Hero."
Form:
A husband, a father, an uncle, a son
A soldier, a brother, a man and a boy
Never one or the other, united, just one
His boyhood was lost too soon in the war
His manhood affected by all that he saw
His dotage came early, yet longevity reigned
He shed tears for his father, shed tears for his son
The tears of a man cried by a boy
Tears for the boy wept by the man
Haunted by a past he longed to forget,
Surrounded by the life that somehow seemed set
Yet speeding towards a future he was unwilling to greet
Hidden within the old man’s body, bravely the boy still lived
And for a fleeting moment a glint in his eye revealed,
In the innocence of youth his carefree spirit prevailed
He was my hero when I was a child,
His way with words were never harsh, always mild.
He taught me how to live and have a pure heart,
This he showed me from the very start.
I felt he was too easy because he never took a stand,
But as I grew older, I realized that's what he planned.
He needed to be caring and the parent that would listen,
Each time I spoke to him, his eyes would always glisten.
Now that I am a mother and have a daughter myself,
I learned from him how to make her feel special, never just on the shelf.
He showed me how to be very good hearted sometimes, too much,
But it helped me to keep my loved ones close in my clutch.
Each day that passes I realize what he helped me become,
I'll always be full of love and emotions, never numb.
My hero is my father but he passed away,
I will always love you and I miss you everyday.
( The poem is in a new literary form called Sonnetina Rispetto, originally a Tuscan folk
song of the 14th Century. This is new version of the form called Rispetto)
My dad was a man of honor
His love I ruminate over
A godly love he has given
Power of his hands so secure.
There’s nothing we could not endure
He’s my mentor, my friend, my man
My dad was a man of honor
His love I ruminate over.
So busy left slushy things to mom
Someone that I can count upon
A godly love he has given
My father, my mentor, my man.
My dad was a man of honor
His love I ruminate over
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Form: Sonnetino Rispetto
First Place Win
Contest: My Dad by Leonara Ghalinta
*This form Sonnetina Rispetto h as 14 lines with 8 syllables in each line.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or with an Octave(8)
and a Sestet(6) lines. The rhyme scheme is as follows:
A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
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