Best Notebook Poems
"MARRY ME" -- The Sweethearts Valentine Candy
I write with passion in every line,
A poet bleeding words, in black and white
Elegant, like a fine glass of red wine.
I SIT!
I LAY!
I LOOK INTO YOUR KNIGHTLY EYES!
Pearly paper I unwrap the magazine
I switch the lights to read
Gently I kiss you on the cheek
Tonight my diary reads, LOVE
I walked away, bathing for the night
A beautiful purple Amethyst diary on the nightstand.
The unthinkable; -O' you opened to read
Page 1 - 50 dramatic, and set
You skipped on over to the day we met.
Page 88
Once I was lost in the twilight
Then I magically found a box of invisible light
There you stood like a diamond ring;
Suddenly my heart began to sing
Your love was more than the beauty that spawned from your soul
Fair and cold like winter blues
January stars following my every move
I treasure every moment we spend like my mother’s cameo
I lifted our memories and time framed them like yesterday
A vintage picture, no one can erase or take away.
Page 55
You skipped back and, opened a page that spoke about my broken dreams.
Page 66
Smeared cobalt words in every line (CRYING)
Page 77
Sapphire Glamour of fancy words
Phrased that I finally found my amulet
He will protect me with unspeakable powers.
Page 99
Moonstone & Opal = 4ever
My white shiny Pearl, listen to me whatever
SLAMMING the diary shut!!
A piece of paper fell, and you bent over to pick it up.
Your heart skips ---- (when you read your name)
Dear Diary!
The roads ahead are full of bumps and screams.
I will continue to open every door until I find my dreams.
My sweetest love, soon will come,
May he never dares to change me like the seasons.
My sweetest love, soon will come
Together well enjoy life and respect its reasons.
A sexy man!!
Will come and intrude the glossary of my life!
My sweetest love, soon will come
One day to make me his wife
Today I will write and smile about love
Page 111
I have no shame in asking the man who stops
By to sneak a peek and read my diary once a week
Will You MARRY ME????
*Oh babe, we now have three beautiful children that we admire
*We've fought through pain , we've fought to build our dreams , our love was never tired
*We lived like we wanted to be , two united souls, with our emotions growing higher
*But you became too weak my love when you suppose to be strong
*You've forgot who you are , who I am and every little memory that tied you to me
*Alzheimer's hurt you so bad but I never gave up , stood by your side in every second and I'll stay like this till my last breath
*Before you forget me again and have no more clue, before your memories go bare
*I tell you our story every day, so I can only have some minutes with you, 5 minutes from the memories we used to share
*But God is too kind, and allowed our desires to weave
*Our last wish we had it right babe , we started this life together and together we shall leave
*We held each other so tight , we closed our eyes and our souls started to make love in the air
*Our last breaths flew together, holding hands as the best pair-
*And United in God's heaven
*Together we came and together we left, since we started to love, our heart's got woven
*Mine beat for you and yours for me, whether we're on earth or in heaven you'll be my babe
*My one and only , my dream that came true
*I'll always give you all of me and I'll wait for you to give me all of you
*I know in heaven you'll remember who I am, and forever we will be glued
The 2 parts of the notebook poem is inspired by the notebook movie .
Try not to be too shy to tell someone how you really feel,
be adventurous and always try new things even if it’s scary-
Take advantage of the beautiful moments, they can heal,
you may never know how someone can be so caring.
Take chances on love, be courageous and daring.
Compromise is important but don’t change who you are,
for small romantic gestures can go a very long way-
Don’t be afraid to enjoy special moments under the stars,
sometimes a touch means more than words can say.
Awake every morning as if it was a fresh new day.
Life is just a series of moments strung together,
there may be arguments, but forgiveness can bring grace-
Sometimes in the beginning you just know love’s forever,
you can tell just by the look upon your beloved’s face.
Make sure your sense of humor you never erase.
Your heart may not always care about being logical,
for the heart wants what it wants even if it’s unlikely-
Living a long life with someone can be quite magical,
there’s nothing like starting a loving family.
Allie and Noah Jr. died together in heavenly harmony.
*I chose multiple life lessons from the novel 'The Notebook'*
Life Lesson From a Favourite Novel
Line Gauthier
February 2, 2018
*From the day your eyes threw a spell on me, i became yours
*You rejected me many times, but dear, I never gave up ,
*I knew that it's our destiny to be for each other, I was sure
*you were too rich and I was too poor
*but that couldn't stop me from loving, oh how I pine
*Time by Time, your heart started to lay down next to mine
*We fell in love so hard , with so much sweet intoxicating passion , our love was so divine
*Your mother built high sloppy mountains between us
*Mountains that she thought we won't be able to climb, because I was a mere country boy,
*So I let go of you , not 'cause I was a quitter , not 'cause my desires came less, no
*I was leaving to make a better life for you and me, so-
*there will be a garden for you and me to live in tomorrow
*You left town so soon and I never had the chance to apologize for our last fight , never had the chance to tell you how much I love you for one last time
*Yes I never had the chance to say goodbye,
*Sent you so many love letters but never saw a reply
*With a blink of an eye I saw-
*Your moon face and then you disappeared
*Thought you forgot about me, forgot my love and moved on
*Searched for you , lost hope but my love-tamed heart felt you so near
*And absolutely near you were, but your heart wasn't pumping for me , you were with a fancy fiancee that your mother liked over there
*I've bought the house of our dreams, our heaven, the one we made love in , it was so pretty just like we imagined it would be
*And in my heart, I strongly wished you could see
*Before your wedding, a fortune for our undisputable love, you saw my picture in the news paper and your heart started to scream
*Ran away so fast from your nightmare, and you came to my lap for another warm hold, with passion that beam
*You refreshed your love for me, and my love never went any less, only stronger as burning flames
*We made love and talked for hours -
*you knew that our hearts still belong to each other, our lips pine with such power
*And our desires climbed up the roof
*You thought I haven't sent you anything not even a little word , without knowing that your mom deprived you from the 337 letters that I've wrote to you
*You were so angry but I've calmed you down and held you tight , told you the truth
A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read
Was never far away from where he slept
The book that she had written since her love was but a seed
A book so full of her he always wept
She never let him read it and he teased her every day
But now he held her poems as he missed her every way
Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams
Each verse is filled with him in every line
His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams
Each day another step on his decline
She was the only reason that he woke up every day
The woman that he loves and now he misses every way
He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet
But never could he read beyond the first
For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet
With every word he thought his heart had burst
She had written in the notebook at the end of every day
And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way
And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands
He'll never read the verses of her heart
But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands
His father never had the strength to start
He will treasure all the poems that were written every day
They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way
I found a notebook in blowing trash
left by an elder moving away.
Did she not want to keep it, I asked
Won't fit, one room, is all she would say.
She was bidding farewell to her home
of sixty-five years: she was too old
to live among ghosts she said would roam
I saved book to see what would unfold.
Opening the book, enchantment poured:
watercolors on each wind-torn page.
children, garden blossoms fondly stored,
ladies, beads in hair: the Flapper Age!
I was enthralled. An artist she was!
Beside each drawing, a note left, too.
She was a treasure living near us
I feel ashamed that none of us knew.
We tend to equate old with past tense,
behind the times, so we hesitate.
Of distant years, and her added sense
tales she could tell if we would relate.
Yellow flowers I took in blue bowl,
and visited with her a long while
I said, to hear her tales was my goal,
and saw the beginning of her smile.
March 22, 2023
for "Writing Challenge--N Words"
by Constance La France
a First
He drew her ear to their story,
wishing to rouse her memory.
He looked at her as he read her notebook,
trying to change her puzzled look.
He chanted her name every morning,
hoping that it could make a ring
on festive night when they first met,
her cosmic charm stole his breath.
At times they played under the rain,
he planted her inside his brain.
Though she was rich and he was poor,
true love has led him to her door.
The mystic tale of their burning love,
the night they swore on stars above;
He showered her with a true love's kiss;
A kiss that even a flint would miss.
Although they'd part, they'd reconcile,
she'd patch the wound in his smile;
And in the end, they made a vow
to hold on to their love somehow.
And though her memory was gone,
he'd not forget that she's the one;
And though sometimes, he felt so lonely,
he'd loved no one but her, her only.
Together, their time had come to fade,
beside each other, they have laid;
The tale of their love lived forever
for it's inscribed with the glow of their ember.
May 2, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1214 Poetry Contest (5th place)
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
I’m fresh
Pristine.
Eager to Please
Fresh out of the grocery store shelves.
My beauty is sound.
My lines are crisp.
The prettiest of blues.
I am symmetrical and smart.
I feel pride as a hand picks up a pen.
Scribble scribble scribble scribble
It tickles, but I do not mind.
The face looks satisfied.
SCRATCH. SCRATCH. SCRATCH!
Ouch! That hurts.
I get ripped from my spine.
Hand crumples me into a wrinkled ball.
I am now being thrown onto the floor.
One of my prissy cousins arrives next.
She is also a crumpled ball.
What is going on? I ask Uncle Wilbur
As he comes flying down from the desk.
Things are not going well for this poet, he says.
No problem. We can be recycled again.
My brother Jed sails past us, in airplane form, making us laugh.
I had a huge notebook full of poems.
They were written on both covers, all around.
Here and there, in corners even,
Some topsy turvey, upside down.
I almost took the purple notebook in
To the station where I relieved myself
Feeling silly, I left it in the truck
When I returned it was gone from its shelf.
I looked at the homeless woman
Who was eating a sandwich out of a bin,
I wanted to go through her satchel,
But I knew to ask would not be a win.
Wishing I had followed instinct to not leave it,
Here I am, every poem gone, my own self to blame.
Just when I thought it could not get worse,
Sunroof would not shut, and it was beginning to rain.
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Inspired by "July Morning Blog: Subliminal Plagiarism"
Thank you very much :)
06.04.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest…
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely
Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant
I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…
But, you’re like no other . . .
You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool –
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…
I’m writing words of truth though –
Expressing how much I’m fond of you
I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee
At times, you do say things without thinking
I’m the god of distress –
You’re leaving me breathless
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time
At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you
You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…
Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on,
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night
When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight
Like reading a fascinating, classic book
Notebook, my dearest old friend from the past,
I know you feel abandoned and disgraced;
Times drastically changed and progressed fast,
I traded crafted notes for databased.
Convenient and prompt, with click and scroll,
Personal handwriting now obsolete.
I am ashamed to tell you -“select all”,
Then paste and writing mission is complete.
Do you remember calligraphic pain
I endured with unwilling, awkward hand?!
With letters dancing backwards, seemed in vain -
You were the only one, who’d understand.
I made mistakes, you laughed, you didn’t fret,
I rubbed you the wrong way, that was in style,
I even spilled and got you soaking wet -
You turned another page with a dry smile.
I miss those days when over you at night
I confided my secrets into you,
And shared my happy moments with delight,
When stubborn words did not comply, I drew.
I note with pride what a great book you’ve been!
But please let’s keep between us what you’ve seen!
March 21, 2023
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: Notebook
Not too many folks today use notebooks, I suppose.
Older folks like me would use them all the time
To take notes or do homework in. Essays too I’d compose.
Even for journaling, I’d buy cute ones from the five and dime.
But today I generally use
Only a few of them; like one for organizing lists;
One for poetry! I get my pen and write in it – inspired by my muse.
Keeping poems I work on in a notebook is my habit that persists.
March 23, 2023
for Writing Challenge - 'N' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
MOVIE NOTEBOOK
Recent films of note include
FISTFUL OF COMMANDMENTS
With Heston and Eastwood
THE MAGNIFICENT DWARFS AND SNOW WHITE
With Eli Wallach as Grumpy, and
Yul Brynner as Baldy, a kind of white knight
And the British biblical re-make
BIG BEN HUR
That one really caused me to double-take
I possess a notebook, real reflection of my soul,
two decades plus five beautiful years of company.
When I turn the pages, memories are dusted off,
filled with poetic words, no empty pages I see.
A true testimony to the journey of my life,
with feelings and thoughts captured in lyrical way.
A place where shadow of my past resides,
and some scribbled lines never erased, still stay.
Pages have turned pale, bowed as autumn leaves,
and cardboard cover too tired to hold the pages.
Though it has lost its lustre, still precious to me,
I believe with time, the notebook too ages.
Nov 6, 2016.
Old Jewelry or Just Old Things or Old, Old Poems - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings