Best Originated Poems
Spring Flowers
Opal open clouds let raindrops freely fall
Coaxing coy blossoms of spring to bloom.
Fragrant sweet scents permeate the air.
Snow drops begin the parade as they appear.
It is believed that snow drops originated
When an angel breathed upon a snowflake.
The pansy’s bright *French face in viola shades
Were known to represent a lover’s pursuit
And remembrance of his loyalty and love.
Scilla Siberica with their nodding blue-bell like
Flowers feature a Royal Horticultural status.
Their faint fragrance and hues mesmerize.
Let’s not forget the flowering trees swaying in
Spring’s bucolic breeze where cherry blossoms
Seize our eyes in pink or white with such delight.
Song birds sing their sonorous songs with joy
As snow melts into rivers flow and waves goodbye.
New birth, harbinger of hope arrives in spring.
3-12-22
Spring Showers or Spring Flowers Poetry Premiere Contest~Nineth Place~
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
*The word, pansy is derived from French
language and means ‘thought’.
My thanks to Wikipedia for the photo:
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/38/Scilla_carpet_Alnwick_gardens.jpg
Categories:
originated, beautiful, bird, birth, flower,
Form:
Free verse
Crimson Rose
Against all odds, your destiny,
To live and grow, your history...
You grew and bloomed with all your might
With drops of rain and harsh sunlight
Through crack in earth you came to be.
Passed down from Greek mythology;
Adonis born from Myrrha's tree
In wild boars wounds from Ares fight
Against all odds.
Adonis' blood that flowed freely
Turned into roses magic'ly.
This sad tale of Adonis' plight
Engaged in death, now retains light
As you share love in purity
Against all odds.
8-2-18
2.
*In Greek mythology, roses originated from Adonis, deity of plants and rebirth. Adonis was born from a deceptive union between King Theias and his daughter Myrrha. When King Theias realized that his daughter had tricked him, he chased her with his sword. To protect Myrrha, Aphrodite transformed her into a tree.
King Theias shot the tree with an arrow, splitting it in half. It was from this tree that Adonis was born. Aphrodite took to Adonis and raised him like a son. As Adonis grew, he became an avid hunter. One day while he was hunting, Adonis came across Ares, one of Aphrodite’s past lovers, who was disguised as a wild boar. Ares attacked Adonis and when Aphrodite heard his screams, she ran into the forest and found him dying. The blood that ran from his wounds hit the ground and turned into roses.
In another version of the tale, red roses originated when Aphrodite was running to Adonis’ side, cut her feet on the thorns of the flowers, and stained them red.
Categories:
originated, allegory, art, mythology, rose,
Form:
Rondeau
Surrounded by various profession
Business, medicine, soldiership and education
It's heaven-sent and planned for Him to labour
To work manually with strength and effort
True hardships; entails a great man of honor
He picked up woods and tools to craft
From small drawers and tables to houses that will last
An impression of humility and expression of equality
Though He is reverence; a Saviour from heaven
Joseph was the adoptive father
Where His skill of carpentry originated
He worked night and day; perspired with pain
He asked of no demand and with no complain
The name is Jesus born in Betlehem
The only begotten son of our Father in heaven
He could have worked in another occupation
But chose to make a living from down-below
Carpenters make
Carpenters create
They take the common and make it something to consider
Equipped with right materials they bind things altogether
The reason-being, for us to know He's a builder
Don't you know that we're under construction?
Whenever our hearts broken and the world is all we know
When we pray and call, Jesus is at work
To fix us and forgive; improving mind and soul
No work is greater if hardwork is shared
Truly, Jesus had proven that a carpenter's noble
To help us build our dreams and make the world stronger
"In Him, all things hold together"'.
Categories:
originated, career, christian, creation, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Quote.( Do not know who originated it, but used in the family at all times.)
"If your going to do something do it properly"
There was an old man called McGinn
Put all his refuse waste in one bin
It should have been sorted
His reasoning is thwarted
In clearing up his mess to begin.
Penned 3 May 2015
Categories:
originated, pollution,
Form:
Limerick
Walk with me in the dank moonlight
through the chill, rising, storm
so we can grasp the majesty
of Dullahan still born.
Without heads his horse and he ride
across the countryside
His head in hand they roam the land
none live where he abides.
A rush of blood, a gory spree
will take the sight of man,
then off they gallop wild and free
Dullahan, head in hand.
Here’s hoping he don’t call your name
for that would be worse by far
your soul would flee and fly with he
a soul as black as tar.
Carry your gold for I am told
this alone does he fear
and we can watch as he rides by
come give us a kiss now, me dear.
The winsome lass took his strong hand
and down the lane they walked
as in the distance hedgerows fired
and hooves clapped as they talked.
The sound drew near, a gate flew wide
the lassie shrieked and ran
so only her randy lad was
taken by Dullahan.
So, don’t think to woo by moonlight
near the shore in Galway
Dullahan hunts with cruel sight
each wayward soul a stray.
*While no-one knows for certain how the Dullahan originated, it is thought that he is the embodiment of the Celtic fertility god, Crom Dubh, who was worshiped by an ancient king of Ireland, Tighermas. Each year, Tighermas sacrificed humans to Crom Dubh, and the usual method was decapitation. The worship of Crom Dubh ended in the sixth century, when Christianity came to Ireland.
* music in About the Poem
Poet: D. Guzzi
Categories:
originated, adventure, death, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Ballad
My oldest possession is a spittoon
My spittoon goes back a ways into history
Where it originated is a bit of a mystery
It has a bullet hole right aboutOhere
I’m told that Buffalo Bill Cody put it there
From over across the street to impress his girl
The Lass who went by the name of Annie Oakley
She could ride and shoot with the very best of all men
She would beat all of them at their very own game
Riding and roping, trick shots gathering fame
She out shot Frank Butler who fell for her
and he was forever happy as her lover.
In Cody’s wild west show she pleased a lot
of people who loved her as “Little Sure Shot”
May 11 2010 For Amy's "Complete Concrete" contest
Categories:
originated, fantasy
Form:
Concrete
There was a young girl, who
was often put in many boxes.
She was put into a box by
family members. Because she
was a bit shy and awkward.
Resulting in the box of feeling
like an outcast. Life was hard
and she got treated differently
because she wasn’t pretty
enough or thin enough.
Resulting in a box of low
self-esteem.
When she went to school she
got put into another box. And
she had trouble focusing and
paying attention. Going to
school was so much of a
struggle that she would
often daydream. Her box
was her mind, due to the
fact that she didn’t learn
like other people.
When she would write she would
often leave out words. She felt
so dumb. Years later she found
out that she had a learning
disability. What saved her is she
could always write a good story.
Although it was not grammatically
correct.
Her life changed when she found
writing. That girl started to believe
in herself more. Although she
continues to struggle with how
she learns that young lady will
not be confined to any box.
She will break down any box
that she finds herself in.
Whether it’s feeling like an
outcast, having low esteem,
or feeling dumb. Feeling in-
competent originated In
her mind.
04/27/2023
Contest: X Challenge Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
originated, courage, strength,
Form:
Free verse
Tact Is a Virtue
I Don’t Possess
Written: by Tom Wright
3/9/2018
Being tactful isn’t a trait you’ll often see me use,
I’m just a man who always speaks his mind.
Some consider my lack to border mental abuse,
And at times, others may think, I’m being unkind.
I say things to avoid any misunderstanding,
Perhaps at times I come across as being brash.
Though voice may rise it won’t be demanding,
And I’ve stored many “comebacks” in my cache.
If it makes you feel better just pick me apart,
For my having a backbone or my being bold;
For the things I’ve said originated in my heart,
When God finished me He obsoleted that mold.
Categories:
originated, self, truth,
Form:
Lyric
Do You Know Jesus
(Or Just Know Of Him?)
Written: by Miracle Man
September 9, 2020
Is our relationship with Jesus mere afterthought,
have we let daily thoughts wander from His perfection?
Our present day problems have left too many distraught,
it’s time to lift up Jesus, and seek His direction.
Jesus once again needs to become our sole focus,
for these things have originated from Satan's hand.
Let virus and riots be the catalyst that woke us,
*if from wickedness we will turn, God will heal our land.
* 2 Chronicles 7:14
Categories:
originated, angst, depression, god, jesus,
Form:
Lyric
Leela is Mahadev's creation
Of the creation here
To write Leela, we have been
Originated from creation here
Colouring with all the breath
In mind day night
In the greatness of devotion
There is no relation's fight
The ladder is held by the SHIV
MAHADEV is a sweet name
With devotion and determination
The song of Shiva's Prem
Hariman is the name of BHAKT
Not all actions are celebrated part
Evils of accumulated wealth of few
The knot of the many broken heart
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Leela (Hindi) = Miracle, Nature
SHIV (Hindu) = GOD
MAHADEV (Hindu)= GOD
BHAKT (Hindi) = Devotee
PREM (Hindi) = Love
Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
E-MAIL : cfahariom@gmail.com
For more poems please search "hariomsharmapoetry" on facebook
where lakh of poetry lover meet daily and scroll the page. Hare Ram.
Categories:
originated, devotion, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Let’s hve haggis and drinks mi luve
Find de bes ina de ole land
Lay yu head on mi chest mi luve
Whilst wi dance musik wid de band
Dance wid de band in de Highlands
Backyard jig good fer de ole soul
Tickle mi nose with yu gold locks
Tigether wi bade ead to toe’s sole
Call Fionn mi Luve with his jug
Nice poems he read at de gate
Summon the Clooties with a mug
Aye, they will cum and bles dis date
We’ll sail de river on Loch Ness
Kelpies will protect our flanks
Goddess Scotia says we bless
Oh mi chamin' sweet Sidhe, tanks
Aye! Mi sweet luve; Boobrie will fly
He will fetch up the Salmon Ring
And a knot cross de land we tye
Red Caps our guard til cum de spring
Then wid haggis and drinks mi luve
Goddesses'pipes blow dem great songs
In the grey mist we skip and dance
Then like Boobrie we fly with doves
Scottish Mythical Legends:
1. Fionn is a Scottish magician, warrior and poet
2. Clootie is a Scottish name for the devil. The name originated from the word cloot, which
mean a division in the cleft hoof of an animal.
3. Kelpie is a Scottish water devil who lurks in lakes and rivers and drowns its victims.
4. Scotia is a goddess normally portrayed as an old hag with the tusks of a wild boar
5. Sidhe (Shee) is the Gaelic name for fairies in the Highlands of Scotland and also Ireland.
6. Boodrie is a wonderful water-bird from the Highlands. It haunts and protects the lakes
and wells.
7. Red Cap is a sort of short, stocky old guy with long gray hair and claws instead of hands
and fingers. He lives on the Scottish border and guard the ancient ruins of castles
Categories:
originated, adventure, fantasy, funny, happiness,
Form:
Ballad
~Another Day Again~
( Pantoum )
Another day has flown by again
And then the night approaches fast
Bringing to me sweet dreams of you
As I watch the moon and stars at last
And then the night approaches fast
And here in my heart I always have you
As I watch the moon and stars at last
I just wish that you were here with me
And then the night approaches fast
Bringing to me sweet dreams of you
As I watch the moon and stars at last
Your face is the only thing I see
And then the night approaches fast
Bringing to me sweet dreams of you
As I watch the moon and stars at last
Another day has flown by again.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
August.15.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Pantoum " poetry form or style, originated in France, based on a form from Malaya. The Pantoum's name and form derive from the Malayan pantun.
Historically, the Pantoum became popular in Europe and later North America in the nineteeth and especially the twentieth century.
The Pantoum tradition as a poem first appeared in France, in the work of Ernest Fouinet in the nineteenth century. Victor Hugo and Charles Baudelaire made the form fashionable.
Categories:
originated, angel, beautiful, emotions, love,
Form:
Free verse
‘Water’ seems a fitting title
of this rhyme on something vital
for the beings we take care of
and the others we’re aware of.
Life on Earth depends on water,
whether human or sea otter,
fish or fowl, whatever creatures
having some subsistence features.
Water may have been existent
in archaic ages distant
long before we tend to think—
even water that we drink.
Yet when in our galactic history
it was formed has been a mystery…
The researchers have debated
as to if it could be stated
that this liquid can be dated
back to when it’s been related
there was a disk of gas and dust
and molecules that were a must
for water that originated
when our ‘system’ was created
(namely, ‘solar’, where we’re fated)…
Or might it be more antiquated?!
Could we trace to outer space
the genesis that took place
of the water in our glass?
If indeed this came to pass,
it would open up new queries,
not to mention E.T. theories…
But that’s within the jurisdiction
of those who compose science fiction.
Many scientists have avowed
that from the Sun’s parental cloud
of interstellar dust and gas,
from which our star derived its mass,
water, well, to be precise,
water in the form of ice
was inherited there and then,
in that olden where and when…
Some astronomers theorize
that what we may not realize
is up to half the H2O
within the oceans that we know
right here on Planet Earth could be,
yes, older than the Sun we see
illuminating from on high,
in daylight’s path across the sky,
our frets and frolics down below,
where heedlessly we come and go…
Water and life go hand in hand,
from briny deep to wooded land.
In the mariner’s rhyming tale,
all the winds at sea did fail,
and the sailors lives were lost—
the idle ship was merely tossed
as if on a painted ocean,
painted ship, devoid of motion.
There was water ‘every where’,
Coleridge says, except that there
was none to quench their parching thirst;
so the voyage seemed doubly cursed.
Water is such precious stuff!
Do we value it enough?
Oh, may there never come a time
(as in that famous rhyming rime)
when as to water here on Earth—
where mortals meet their death and birth—
we too will ever need to think
that there is not a drop to drink!
~ Harley White
Categories:
originated, earth, environment, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
~ Oh, maiden of light cracks the wispy air open ,
wandering around viscous spaces
like virgin shadow caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
taller than guava trees dreamingly shedding
laces of northeast streams when
songbirds, orbits, and a pageant of flowers listen
to a single humming breeze… and when all else
is sprawled quiet, waterfalls marry her certain
lingering star straying on mouths of gentleness
past eons bound by nuptials in iridescent realms…
*O, ilaw, sa gabing malamig, wangis mo'y
bituin sa langit… O, tanglaw, sa gabing tahimik,
larawan mo, Neneng, nagbigay pasakit. Ay! *
Somehow ,curlicues drape a fragrant smoke
leaking out a folk sky; dancing in the mirror
of the mountain pool… a serenade weeps;
quivering, moaning along the inland pass that
someone said morning becomes electra,
that learning how to hear her blossom or
pearl stone unravels the very skin from
which it was born is allowing time to
shed her purity far beyond unknowing a
water’s need to keep still: the juice spills…
**Gising at magbangon sa pagkagupiling
sa pagkakatulog na lubhang mahimbing;
buksan ang bintana at ako'y dungawin,
nang mapagtanto mo ang tunay kong pagdaing. * *
Peeling new faces of time, shaping the width of
endless rhyme in sprays of endless mystery...
like so, a thousand times before and after,
twilight and daybreak entwine… oh,light elusive,
passing through calm eyes of young maiden’s season
is love’s way of coming back to itself. ~
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* O, light, in the cold night; you're like a star in the sky
O, light, in the quiet night, your picture, Neneng,
makes one ache…. Oh!
** Awake and arise from slumber,
from your sleep so deep.
Open your window and look out to me
So that you may understand my true lament.
~ this poem is inspired by a harana, a traditional Filipino serenade. The suitor
is accompanied by his friends who back him up both vocally.
At first, the woman's window is closed. The man calls out to her
and if she's interested, she'll open her window.
Singing harana originated during the Spanish
colonial period in the Philippines.~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYueJU0Ufws&feature=related
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For Debbie’s Bi-lingual Poetry by nette onclaud
Categories:
originated, music, romance, star, star,
Form:
Free verse
i work hard, Sir
and well, Sir
but you said
it was not enough
So i worked harder,
Sir
still well, Sir
but you said it
was not enough
So i worked faster,
Sir
and longer, Sir
but not so well, Sir
and my kids forgot
my face.
To my disgrace, Sir
you said the quality
my work
had dropped
and still was not
enough
So i work harder,
Sir
still well Sir
and wait for the
day, Sir
with your behind me,
Sir
i step aside, Sir
and let you taste my
rock.
MCMXCVI - This
originated as I was
at my workstation on
a glorious Sunday
when i should be
walking through the
changing colors with
my family
Categories:
originated, work,
Form:
Epic