Best Oping Poems
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts,
stashing them safely out of view.
In a hurry to stuff their guts,
spunky squirrels gather up nuts.
With bulging cheeks and furry butts,
you love watching them passing through.
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts;
stashing them safely out of view.
You love to watch them passing through,
scampering around the garden.
And though they'll dig a hole or two,
you love to watch them passing through.
Storing nuts, they'll bury a few;
before the ground starts to harden.
You love to watch them passing through;
scampering around the garden.
So if you make time in your day,
Quietly spy on them at play.
Unafraid, they won't run away;
Instead, they tend to be quite bold.
Remember to watch, but not hold,
Rabies is something you should fear;
Enjoy them from afar, not near,
Loping along from tree to tree;
Scurrying free for all to see.
Another morning filled with sun
Beckons the mind to open where,
Clearing the cobwebs has begun,
Dreaming so many words to share.
Enjoy my tea and my muffins
For this is when I’m most at peace
Grab pen and paper, fun begins
Hoping a new poem will release.
Imbedded in my mind are words,
Just wish I could remember some!
Knocking around, but never heard
Laugh it off, someday they will come.
Many thoughts appear thru the night
Never found with the morning light!
T alk to me you won’t
A gree to go out with me denied
B elong to someone else you do
I nterested in me you say you are
T hink about me doubt it
H oping to ever get a chance I do
A lways going to wait I will
Silence hushed, a crowd in awe,
Only crickets could be heard.
Under the spell of the Babe,
They looked to where he pointed,
Hoping to see a home run.
Perhaps the greatest player
America ever-knew,
Would, once again, please the crowd.
But the pitcher wasn't phased,
And threw a wicket screwball.
Babe watched its winding approach,
Eyed it close, took aim, and swung.
Resounding off of his bat,
Unfailingly, the ball flew.
Then, as the home crowd cheered on,
Headed straight for its target.
(Acrostic)
5/19/2015
12/21/2022
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Linnie Mae Ethel you were christened.
I never knew you by that name.
No one ever called you Linnie.
Now that really is a shame.
I surmise you didn't like it,
Ethel is the name you used.
Mother is the name I called you,
And all others I refused.
Even Daddy called you Mother.
Ethel too with love infused.
Total strangers called you Mrs.
Hoping you would like that best.
Each and every name but Mother
Lacked the flavor of our nest.
Written: 3/23/15
A lways
L iving
Z ealously
H oping
E very
I mportant
M emory
E ffortlessly
R emains
S pecial
M y special place
A nd special day
R eserved for you
I n the night I pray
L ying adrift
Y our gated home
N o place to go
B eside your throne
U pon sacred ground
C hrist scripted stone
H allowed be thy name
A nd a note, you've moved on
N ot your funny words
A nd your heart of gold
N ot the love we shared
A ccept the vessel, that freed your soul
F orever memories
R eminiscent of the days
I n younger times
E ven our separate ways
N ever to forget
D uring your last days
I felt the tears upon our face
N ot saying goodbye
H oping for another day
E very word you spoke
A nother memory paved
V ery often you would say
E veryday you fought to stay
N o other than family could touch you that way!!!
"A friend in heaven"
We miss you so much!!!
RIP Marilyn 8/17/2013
D on't do it
E ven the Gods will cry
A rt is only illusion
D espite your pain
L oneliness is human
Y ears melt to one
N o need to sip that cup
I nternal storms
G row into calmer seas
H earts that bleed
T ake time to heal
S hadows forever lurking
H oping to conquer
A nnihilation the only cure
D eath the final solution
E radicate their cruelty in the cool breeze of the dawning sun
Children so excited, they cannot sleep,
hoping Santa will leave lots of new toys.
Rudolph guides the sleigh in snow crisp and deep
Is he visiting these good girls and boys?
Silently Santa creeps into the house,
to leave presents under the Christmas tree.
Moving around as quiet as a mouse
at midnight; when sleeping children can’t see.
Soon children wake to see if Santa’s been,
many wishing for the toys of their dreams.
All glad that their Christmas letters were seen
Giggling happily; hear their joyful screams.
I reminisce on my own childhood days,
carefree and simple in so many ways.
Checked with how many syllables
Contest: A Christmas sonnet acrostic
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
12~06~15
Hoping for a better day
Over the hills so we can play
Personally I must say
Experience life in a fun way
Date Written: 7/12/2021
Note: An Acrostic Rhyme
1 Place
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 16 Contest Judged: 7/16/2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Bite Size Poem no 12 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Thinking will not prolong the inevitable.
Hoping for yesterday will not stop tomorrow.
Incompetence only takes you so far.
Shooting for the stars is our destination.
Initially, we must all create our paths.
Slowly, may our fate take its shape.
In time, memories shall begin to fade.
Tapping in rhythm with our hearts content.
Hurrying down a winding path
Among imposing lofty trunks, I
Nourish thoughts with optimism
Discarding an assault by aching limbs
Imploring for a soothing stop
Notwithstanding valid motivation.
Hark! I catch cascading sounds
Approaching from not far away.
Nobody knows how big a boost this brings!
Doubts will not disturb my mind again.
With you this mission I’ll accomplish soon;
Important to withhold mistrust at bay.
Towards conclusion, with firm motivation,
Hoping to attain our initial aspiration.
You hold my hand, without any qualms
Of what tomorrow and days afar might spawn.
Uplifting is this vast profusion of our faith.
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This Acrostic poem is also a Lipogram.
In it, a specific letter or letters of the alphabet is/are systematically omitted. In this case it is the letter “e”.
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A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Placed 4th
© 24th January, 2023
D ear Depressed GIRL fiend, Stop whining
U nless you actually think any man wants a
M oping, little losers who has not a wit of
B rains in her head. Consider the fact baby,
B imbo’s seldom keep the man. Did the
R abbit die? Well, we’re more modern
O n that front now, so go pee on a stick
A nd find out if you’re a baby-mama? Does
D addy have a last name?
Disrespectfully Yours
Agony Aunt
E ntering this season with joyful heart
T hanking the Almighty for blessings great
H oping for a love-filled renewed life start
E xpressing desire for a peaceful state
R elaying to everyone the Good News
E mulating the Father in grace shown
A ppreciating more, dispelling blues
L oving purely, reaching vistas unknown
L ighting up lives by spreading His mercy
A cknowledging God's goodness and kindness
N avigating troubles in this journey
T raversing along, crushing world-blindness
E ncouraging others to shine for Christ
R esurrecting hope - Jesus is alive
N urturing growth, His leading has sufficed
S parkling with vigour, in Him we can thrive
B almy summer breezes blow.
E arly risers greet the sun.
A dolescents on the go
C atching sun rays ‘til well done,
H oping for a healthy glow.
B oys and girls now out of school,
L aughing in their new-found leisure.
A t the beach or at the pool,
N o more lessons, naught but pleasure.
K eeping company by twos,
E very girl must have her boy.
T oes freed from confining shoes,
B aring feet and legs with joy.
I nnocence is on display,
N o restrictions to annoy.
G rowing more tan every day.
O h that summertime would stay.
By: Joyce Johnson
For Linda marie's Acrostic contest