Best My World Poems
~TAKE MY MONEY ~
Crimson Joy, L'Oreal Lips, DOLCE & GABBANA eyewear
Mascara from beyond LONDON Bridges
Like the pretty face found in front of Vanity Fair
What can I say? Perfect -- goes with my daily addiction
A beautiful morning cup, STARBUCKS got my money
It's not more or less the cost or taste.
It's all about my dependency, with popular brand names
Shopping from place to place --- with a smile on my face
VICTORIA SECRET and the way she wears her bra.
$72 dollars it's time to double up them d's
Christmas Red and December Blue
Walmart can't pick up my bust the way she claims with trust.
Hot Topic's on my dark fashion list, Star Wars decor to explore
Obsessed with any accessory from the Walking Dead?
Bennie, blankets, epic shirts with gore, spending $200.00 more
Vulture is a man, with no hair, sat me down on his chair
"Try, this mam' a flat iron that works like MAGIC."
"Did you say magic?"
Didn't ask how much, once he commenced caressing my hair
Straight and silky like when I first bought the Evolution Wand
I tried to resist, however, I swear I heard the Iron call my name
This time, I promise to use it more than once
Between you and I - I don't even care to do my hair
Next thing you know, I own the Lioness curler iron too
With Expensive shampoo and conditioner.
What can I say, Buy 2 get the third one free
Finally, I felt - I got the best bargain possible
I won't even tell you how much I paid
You'd probably think, $189.00 is steep
How could I say no?
He threw in a heating glove, that's what I call Consumer Love.
Heading home, I spot Best Buy, needing a case for my iPhone 6 plus
Strolling near aisle 3, I hear Dr. Dre, started some new beats
Falling in love with the level of quality, $299.00 how can that be?
I put a pink pair in my basket, they have to be special and unique
After all, $299. Means they are popular :)
Bargains here bargains everywhere, check out time, I paid 550 dollars
I'm so proud of myself today, I saved and gained 101 points
Happy and dandy I feel complete,
I will end, my freestyling write
With uplifting words --- Aren't you lucky I'm not your WIFE???
~PD~
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
TRUE STORY
There is a rainbow in my world today,
With every word your write my way.
Colors of emotions flow in harmony,
as they spread across the sky in unity.
Wrap me in your red, orange and blue,
fill me with the violet passion of you.
You make the sky shine after that rain,
softly your soul pushes away the pain.
In every luxurious line that you say,
you are the rainbow in my world today.
11-19-2014
Red soft velvet, forever in my mind,
purple and blue, every color of the rainbow.
White to near black emotional displays,
their meanings hidden in the multitude of their colors.
Once I shared my secret with you,
the flowers I see in people important to me,
the beautiful purple of the pea in bloom
and the mixed color of the cotton petals
that were my father, pragmatic, yet complex.
The rose when I was young, strong but gentle,
though watch her thorns, is my mother,
slowly fading to pastel carnation as she ages.
The lilies and violets came early and withered.
The friends of Japanese cherry and wild prim rose
are but fading and melting memories now.
Then there was my orchid so unique and beautiful,
always transforming from passionate red rose
to lovely tibouchina and phalaenopsis then dendrobium,
now dried and hidden away awaiting the breeze
to, ever so slowly, blow those colors from my life.
Such complexity are the associations I see.
Now, there are the flowers of you.
So many there are, the blue pansy in your eyes,
the glossy red anthurium of your lips,
the spider lily of your slim body and creamy skin,
plumeria and plumbago, azalea and moon flower
and the universe of colors and fragrances that are you.
Even when you are angry I see the toxic beauty
in the subtle white glow of your oleander rage.
I see you in every color of every flower,
the petals that fall from the dogwood trees,
the dancing hues of the crepe myrtles
as they playfully twirl on the evening breeze,
the perfume of the orange blossom and magnolia,
but, perhaps, I see most in you the simple elegance,
the bold unfading flower, the amaranth,
undying in its beauty yet humble in its nature,
always bowing its head in deference to others,
yet bold and strong with the everlasting beauty
that will always define you and never be forgotten.
03/05/2018
The soft gentle breeze caresses my skin, tiny ripples washing over me, as cool invisible fingers tickle each tiny hair. I shiver. The path beneath my feet is hard, the narrow veins between the stone uneven but smooth. Leaning down, my fingers explore each stone admiring the artisan's hand. Even cuts and natural imperfections line the face of the pavers from which imaginary flowers and birds and faces, that only I can see, spring to life. Each piece carefully selected for size and shape, puzzled together with perfect precision. The coolness of the stone feels blue like frozen water, or perhaps green like smooth moss. The air colder now I move on, hollow vibrations tingling my hand with each tap of my cane.
09/01/15
If I could see all colors
Would my favorite be red
The color of passion
Rose petals on the bed
Perhaps I would choose green
In pastures we could lay
Being there beside you
Would take my cares away
I'm inclined to choose brown
The color of your eyes
I already love them
They are gentle and wise
I don't think I'd choose blue
It just sounds way too sad
I might prefer purple
If that one makes you glad
You bring me the colors
The ones I cannot see
You're the unseen rainbow
That can be seen by me
My favorite is yellow
The one color I see
I bathe in your sunlight
Every day you're with me
Dedicated to my sweetie, written by her colored blind husband.
Happy Mothers Day to the love of my life
When you are with no companion
and no one can read your very silence
When you are brimmed with joy
and you find no sign of warmth
When your solitude is lonely
and you cease to feel the wonder
When no single wave in the air
and you have a longing to breathe
When your heart denies its throbs
and your tone becomes still and cold
When none can hear the drops of your wounds
and you can't even swallow your sighs
When the night has no stars in his sky
and no dream dares showing a face
When no other alluring path to walk
and no thirst to reach satiating founts
When both, mind and heart share your pen
and no single paper in your den
How couldn't there be a life
that would save lives!
How can I envision my world
without you, my poesy!
Would you enter my world?
If you imagine you could
You can spelunk the caverns
You might map out the woods
Allow my spirit to guide you
I’ll describe what it means
As you peer through my eyes
At the silvered hoped streams
Traverse the valley edge
While you taste the summers rain
A shower of suspended tears
Unsalted by the pain
Fix your eyes on hypnotic wisps
Sailing across the sky en mass
Rest in undisturbed infinity
Upon fields of mossy grass
Breath in the scent of cleanliness
Within this entropy of soul
Float on the notes of strumming bard
Operatic tales he unfolds
Do you possess that steely courage?
To embrace a shattered man
Sharing worlds of one another
Walking journeys from within
A galaxy
lives within me
through sky’s marquee
my heart beholds
one earth’s design—
as moon, lake twine
in peace, I shine
from heaven's mold.
Desiderata Contest--nette onclaud
Franco Gonza 7 Dec 2014
You’re my world
You’re everything to me
Motherhood
It’s been a joy you see
Ever since you were born
I’ve been so proud
I can’t help
telling the world out loud
When you left
it was hard to let go
It’s not easy being mum
you know
When you call
I hear your voice
I know you’re fine, so I rejoice
You’re my world
You’re everything to me
Precious son
You mean the world to me
Dedicated to my amazing son who is the light of my life
‘You’re my world’ is a Line used from the song
Lyrics sung to the tune of 'You're my world'
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7/7/18
Take My Hand in yours,
Lets Run in Green lushed Fields,
Lets go canooing ,rafting in Rivers,
lets swim naked in Crystalline Streams,
Lets walk in Gold Fairy forests,Pen poetry,
Write a Love Story,called 'The Poet and Me'.
Lets have a picnic under the shade of tall trees,
Lets Smell the Freshness of Wet Velvet Leaves,
Lets follow the path,Climb up the Highest Mountains,
Lets reach the Grey Smoke,the tent at the peaks.
Lets lie down on Rich Reddish Silky Brown Soil,
Lets watch the Healing Spring ,steaming and boil,
Lets make love On a Carpet Of Coloured Flowers,
Lets here the Sweet Sound Of Bells,Ding Dong Hours.
Lets rest On an Ivory Hammock,swinging in breeze,
lets drink the Sweetest Honey of Bees.
Lets play in the Snow,Lets bask in the Sun,
Lets take a journey, to My World of fun.
Lets go over the Rainbow, Get lost in Our Fantasies,
Lets open Our wings,fly On White Cotton Clouds Puffy Dreams.
Lets Open the padlock,to my Secret Magical Land,
Lets escape to the place Of Eden,Just hold On to my Hand.
Let Me Show You My World,Let Me take you with Me.
I've got a locket ,and inside there's a Unique Silver Key.
Charma
Very silently step by step
In the dark it slowly crept
Until one day, to my surprise
The world I knew, I could not recognize
Little bits first then big ole pieces
Before you are aware, the world you know ceases
Never did I gave it a single thought
A glimpse of the end was all I caught
I took it for granted; am I to blame
Thought it would always stay the same
Eventually I decided to join in
With feet first, I jumped in the din
Kill the cops; behead the innocent
Persecute the holy, pay up for the indolent
None of these things sounded right to me
I found, I tried, I could not be
What can be done; I do not know
But where it is heading, I cannot go
‘Twas darker than a winter’s eve;
My mood this summer morn.
When a miracle from God appeared
To wash away my scorn.
The cobalt of the darkness
Gave way to gold above.
The sun rose on my world today
And filled my soul with love.
I heard the song of mocking birds
And watched a blue bird fly
Until his lovely azure hue
Was swallowed by the sky.
I smelled the scent of fresh-cut hay,
Of petrichor and sage
As though a troop of summer’s best
Had rushed onto the stage.
I wondered at this miracle
And what this day might bring.
The sun rose on my world today
And made me feel like spring!
My World is Made of More than Me
David J Walker
My world is made
of more than me
And no-thing more
that’s meant to be
no-thing other
than dirt and water
mixed together
into mud
and what’s forever
into blood
and what’s for never
mimicry
no-thing more
then what’s meant to be
no-thing air
no-thing water
no-thing mother
no-thing father
no-thing-
ness
no-thing more
no-
thing-
less
no-
thing
hanging
over me
nothing
that is
unknown
to me
nothing that was never
meant to be
There's more to life than living
Its all about the love & kindness to others given.
We are born as one not as two
So who you become is upto only you.
We will meet with others along lifes way
& how we treat them is how kindness will repay.
Before the lord when in death we do become
Where we will meet pure judgment in deaths succumb.
So remember in life to be your best
Even so when you are put to its hardest tests.
For you shall reap in all you so
When to your graves your buried 6ft below.
This is wherr your body remains
But your spirit rises into the heavens where its
eternity sustains.
I like living in
my own little world
I'm happy there it's okay.
It's much more fun
than the real one
for everydays an holiday.
It's a world
without hate or sorrow
a world where everyone's free
a world of love and harmony
a world of peace and tranquillity.
I know my world's
not the real one
it's my world of make believe.
But it's the world I often visit
if only in my dreams.