Best New Experiences Poems
I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure
and inspires me with its sophistication.
I imagine inside the rooms beyond that door
exotic curios on shelves along the walls
or tables heaped with charming little treasures.
My muse’s curiosity is sparked!
The middle door I see is that of a welcoming house.
Beneath two large rectangles of decorative glass
hangs a straw wreath adorned with festive flowers.
A friendly-looking white lab sits in front of this door
and on each side of it on the old-fashioned porch
are two pots of pretty geraniums.
I imagine beyond this door friends and family
gathered around the kitchen table
finishing Mom’s delicious apple pie
and preparing to break open a pack of cards
or sit beside their fireplace, playing charades
or perhaps singing along to a guitar.
The part of me that longs for warmth of family
lingers at this door.
The last door I spy
much farther away and surrounded by trees
is a light green door blending in with nature,
unadorned and not as high as the first two doors.
Were it a bit smaller and round, it could almost be
the door to a hobbit’s cottage.
A bower of vines spreads around it
covering the brown bricks of the house,
and a short cobblestone pathway leads upward
to this simple but interesting door.
I know that if I open it and wander in,
solitude will surely greet me, a solitude so sweet
that when I shut the door behind me,
I’ll leave behind the stresses of my life.
I will have entered another world
where I can rest and meditate. . .
perchance to write.
I look back at the first door, imagining the thrill
of discovery. Its charming blue entices me.
Then I return my gaze to the second door
from which warmth and empathy exude.
I redirect my gaze to the third door. . .
Which do I want more?
New experiences? Intimacy? Peacefulness?
Creative inspiration could reside behind all three.
Which one do I choose?
Which one would YOU choose?
March 28, 2017
for the Doors Contest of Anthony Biaanco
When change does not delight
Life is constantly changing
We know it involves both pain and joy
It's when the day lights up
The awareness of the key
which opens the hearts of others
Be real instead of perfect
I can not stop the wind,
but I can teach myself to sail with
The smell of flowering bushes and trees
Meet the changes of life without worry
One thing is for sure ... that nothing is certain
The direction of life, what you want in your heart
By the power you carry within you, the seeds of the future
A starting point for new experiences
10.05.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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* Poem of the Day 12.05.2018
TIME MACHINE
We always try to build a TARDIS,
in thinking we would look the smartest.
But then, who's time would we travel in,
with a choice for dimensional spin.
A fragrance can take us back in time,
or a perfect shade, or taste of lime.
Our famed music is a time machine,
in compositions from Bach to Queen.
We recognize how to bring time to a halt,
by following our bliss in things we exalt.
New experiences will let us foresee,
advancing in time with our visions to be.
The Hubble is a magical eye on time,
to take the photographs of our one verse rhyme.
A brief look backwards beginning now to then,
or from nothing to something and back again.
Our future is such addictive dope,
we read in tea leaves or horoscope.
We expect we are aware with ESP,
and predict in life what's meant to be.
We're back in time with old photographs,
that mark pasts, in graphic epitaphs.
A sound will transport us to a place,
with one vibration we've moved in space.
We future trek with our imaginations,
because we see forward with our creations.
In our minds eye, we consider and admire,
with envisioned futures of our hearts desire.
By TARDIS, DeLorean, or a Quantum Leap,
Tesseract, CERN, and our Visions in sleep.
Through a Wormhole or the traces of a déjà vu,
the past and the future, are present with you.
By Edlynn Nau
©June 23, 2016
Ensure that when you walk away
You don't rush into someone new
Just because you are fearful
Of your own company
If you are not at the point
Of loving yourself or
Of being comfortable on your own
How do you expect to be receptive
To new experiences?
You can never share yourself
Completely
If you don't love yourself completely
Don't expect someone else to love all of you
When you carry self doubt and indecision
About yourself within you
Self doubt and loathing
Will be part of your new relationship
Don't start on the back foot
You deserve better
So does your new partner
Clear your head
Heal your heart
Don't go in broken
No one can heal your lack of love for yourself
That is an inside job
©111020151602
Our chemistry is a fire
Blazing with heat and passion
Our feelings are a never ending road
Stretched out with time to share memories
Our eyes are a sunset
Shining bright to create true love
Our lips are the chains
Locked together to seal a kiss
Our hearts are the doors
Open for new experiences together
Our thoughts are a love letter
Speaking words of deep meaning
Being with you,
Is the world to me
Because our chemistry is a fire
Blazing with heat and passion
Once, we had unlimited fun
Until life’s duties had us on a run
Memories consumed us old,
yet, for new experiences we jump
Please, do not cry, while I die
I rather you not lie
Time so scarce, you never said goodbye
As you reminisce great times awake
I take enjoyable moments in wake
Embrace belove new things you are yet to make
Back to Earth, my contribution to nature awakes
Helping trees grow, while purifying a lake
Turn up those popular music
Dance in celebration of memories late
Be good, for goodness’ sake
For in this moment’s time, you hold the ingredients
to the cake you most desired to bake
Mines, many unfinished tasks laid aside
Yours, life’s journey you must decide
In eternal uncertainties, I go to reside
Until we meet again on the sunny side
By: Steven E. Keller
There is a looking glass in my head
That reflects images of a me,
That are me, yet not me;
An interpretation of me.
Each image taking on characteristics
That are me,
And creating an embodiment, a character,
That has the qualities of me,
In an identity of its own…
Reflection of a Romantic…
White charger, shining armour
Silver sports car, sunglasses
Damsel in distress
World order to protect
Chivalry
Politeness
Serve, honour, protect
Others first
Caring, sharing
Night sky
Knight, spy
Hellenic character
Mythological champion
Medieval gallant
Twentieth century hero
Quick to rescue
Slow to take credit
Happiest giving
Uncomfortable receiving
This guardian angel
Reflection of a Teacher…
Hungry for knowledge
And new experiences
Desperate for harmony, fairness and peace
Needing to share
Encourage and care
Ready to show
How people can grow
Mentoring, nurturing, supporting success
Listening carefully
With true interest
Genuine happiness as others excel
Their success not just theirs
But mine as well
My reward is not money, recognition or praise
But making a difference
As we steer through this maze
The maze that is life
Can be lived in many ways
But if life is loved
And you fill all your days
With the joy of new experience, learning and fun
If you live with enthusiasm, as if life’s just begun
Then my task is done well
This guardian angel
Reflection of a Friend and Lover...
Ever supporting
Never judging
Dependable, honest, unselfish and yours
I’ll always be there
To trust and to care
What’s mine is yours
To enjoy and to share
I’ll inform you, challenge you
Excite you, and more
In tune with your needs
For fun and adventure
But also for peace, space
And comfortable silence
I’ll nurture and listen
With tact and discretion
Reassure and protect
With tireless energy
Always with passion
Fulfilling and giving
Sensual and tactile
Gentle and loving
I’ll make you feel special
With all of my charm
I will see that you’re safe
And help you feel calm
All of this
I do with such pleasure
With a kiss
And embrace from
This guardian angel
seeing from the outside of your story, hearing the words you use,
only knowing what you tell me, only seeing your point of view,
the hearts exaggeration without acknowledging our part,
you know, the part of the story from the others view, and how your words affected their heart,
this is the part where it gets twisted and influences the outsiders view,
because they don't know the other person, they only just know you,
i've seen the selling argument that wants you to sympathize,
please justify these feelings, understand me, and take my side,
i can't stand standing in the middle when it wasn't my experience with you,
i will erase in my mind what you told me, and start out with you brand new,
where your heart was at in that moment is not where it is now,
your in a different time and place, with new experiences to be found,
shift your concentration and live your life to be,
experience new experiences.....experience them with me.
Communication.
I want to mean something to somebody.
I want somebody to care.
I want to be able to dance under a disco ball with somebody,
Whilst pretending that nobody else is there.
Love is my purpose and poems are my wares.
All I have is for sale, to anyone who is willing to pretend to care.
Wishing for a change of fortune,
Finding out that nothing ever changes.
Everything remains the same, unfortunately;
Jigsaw puzzle mind…
I must rearrange it.
The order of the things;
The way things must be done.
You have taken my voice and ruined the joy of singing;
Can I please just have a little more fun?
It’s funny really, this reality.
Painful memories, I throw away with my apathy.
Embrace all new experiences.
I am worthless, without your guidance.
I write words down in the hope that somebody will read it
And understand what I mean, when I am sounding so mean.
I am sorry;
I did not mean for it to change your idea of me.
I guess I just say the wrong thing.
Let us build a bridge between us;
Communication is the key.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
My journey beginning weightlifting commenced on a warm spring day, when I was of the ripe age of 14. I had no idea the extreme weight this category of life held. The extreme passion that was ignited within on that beautiful spring day. I opened up my digital device to watch another meaningless show on my favorite app. But instead of watching another unrelatable show I took a chance on a documentary that looked in depth in the life of different professional bodybuilders. Since that one hour and a half spark of interest I have never found something so impactful. Weightlifting has taken shape and form into something so much greater than I could ever imagine. It has served as motivation, determination, strength, passion, awareness, enlightenment, stability and so much more. It has driven me to new places and new experiences that before were never possible. But most of all it has provided hand over foot my 100% through and through confidence that was lost but now is found. It has brought me capability and a mindset that before was a mere intangible and unapproachable idea.
Morning breaks the day
I wake
Wipe the small crumbs from my eyes
At first mornings glance
Things are but a bit blurry
I render the thoughts of the day
Pausing only for a moment
Prioritize
First order
Coffee
Than a smoke
Out stretched arms
With refreshed legs
Stumble to the kitchen
Java
My nectar
It gives life, life
I'm ready
Out the door I go
Eagerly awaiting today's events
New experiences
Another place
A new face to memorize
Something significant
Is this the day
But then isn't every day
Experience my passion
Life
Live well today
Tomorrow may not come
Written by Christopher Trotter
Typed by his daughter
Jessica Trotter
Dedicated To William Star
Nineteen seventies, teenage years, never on my own,
end of school education, I’m now ready to do my thing
full of life, excess energy, over flowing with testosterone
sampling alcohol drinks, karaoke, thinking I could sing,
working life, set hours, rules and regulations to adhere
payday, money in my pocket, things to buy, new clothes,
night clubs, late nights early mornings, nothing to fear,
search for records, Motown, Beatles and the shadows,
feelings of freedom, my motorcycle and all the gear
helmet, jacket, scarf and boots, girl on pillion seat,
experience foreign holidays, sun, sangria and cheer,
nineteen seventies a time of work new people to meet,
decade of fashion, an era of change, for this country lad
new experiences, problems to solve, life changers,
Ben Sherman, Oxford bags, flower power, shoulder pad
oh to be young, free, happy, unable to see life’s dangers.
2/26/2018
Contest: where were you in the 1970s
Sponsored by Line Gauthier.
I have a friend who is very unique
For a long time I thought she was a freak,
Everyone has strange ideas and ways they like
It's not for us to judge we leave that to the psychs,
As time went by I tried to understand who this person was
The more I learned about them I realized what caused all the buzz,
I learned this person was very caring and had a big heart
This person you could say was very smart,
Everyday is a trial on learning new experiences to say the least
But, the more I learn I am filled with peace.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Honey can't you see I'm trying here?
Honey don't you understand I wish I were there?
I know you want me home but I've got my classes here.
Honey I'm having so much fun,
making new friends and all.
Honey I wish you were here with me.
Things are changing here and I wish you could see.
Baby where'd you go?
Baby won't you please come back home?
I know you have your classes,
but baby so do I.
Baby I know you're having fun out there,
gaining new experiences and all.
Baby I miss you back here at home.
Things aren't changing here and they remind me of you.
Honey I swear I miss you just as much.
I know this is supposed to be such a fun year for you,
but this is all so hard on you.
Honey I love you so much,
I wish we were the same age.
Baby I swear it's getting harder.
This year is so stressful for me,
I feel like I'm loosing my mind.
Baby I love you so much,
I wish we were the same age.
Honey I'll see you so soon,
I want you here.
This is so hard.
Baby how soon is soon?
I want you here.
It really is hard.
Honey I miss you.
Baby I miss you.
Another poem. Another story to tell. Another journey to partake in. May this poem be for those how seem lost and know not which way to take. May this story open your eyes so that you know that no matter what, losing faith or hope is not an option. I haven't experienced such a journey but Poetry is a soliloquy of what I think is true.
It was a beautiful day outside. It's time to tackle the world. It's time I become a man or stay a boy. Without a father figure to guide me, I don't know where I would receive the teachings of being a strong man. So I decided to go on and do my own search. As I got ready to leave, I picked up an empty backpack with a Bible lying next to it. I left it there to accumulate dust due to the love that I only knew. Neglect. I walked out and began to search. I met this lady and she asked me: "My son you seem lost. Do you know God? Do you know His word?" I could not speak so I went back to pack my backpack because I had no words. I would move my lips but nothing would come out but now that words are apart of me I can share my story.
A wolf can come in sheep's clothing. Who are you to trust a stranger who gives you the smile of an angel? The sun has now set. I was engulfed by the new experiences of this unknown world. It's late at night so people approached me and said: "Eyy mfana isekasi la. Sishova inombolo uyiziphi wena? Awuzazi? Qina mfondini uzoba indoda. Tso, gwinya la uzoqina namhlanje." I was so stunned. All I heard was numbers and strength. There's strength in numbers or do numbers have strength now? I was confused so I looked up and someone emerged from the darkness. He shouted and said: "Yeyi!! We don't want church goers here. Do you know God? Do you go to church?" I said no and I felt weak. I had to go back to pack my backpack because I was lying. The lies together with this heavy backpack made me weak but I guess the Lord wants those who have fought for him the same way he fought for us. And Revelations 22 vs 19 - 21 says: "And if anyone takes anything away from the prophetic words of this book, God will take away from their share of the fruit of the tree of life and of the Holy City, which are described in this book." So let this story be my testimony. "May the grace of our Lord God be with you."