Best Overfill Poems
Come sit awhile with me
Love is a serenade of the soul
a harmony that never grows old.Quote ~ poets own
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Won't you come and sit awhile with me
here beneath the weeping willow tree
Take a rest and let your mind be free
of pain, distress and anxiety.
The willow weeps to see true love part
and is a shelter for broken hearts
A safe haven of serenity
to restore shattered tranquility.
Come listen and hear the sweet birdsong
release the hurt you've felt for so long
Tears will help heal the sorrow and pain
allowing your heart to sing again.
One day it won't ever sting at all
only the tenderness you'll recall
For nothing is lovelier, it's true
than a love that meant so much to you.
Treasure the first whispered "I Love You"
Keep it near and dear, forever do
The melody of love's sweet refrain
worn like a beautiful golden chain.
If only shared kisses could be kept
they would overfill a treasure chest
Every one a precious diamond gem
part of the love that they represent.
Memories are truly heaven blessed
moments far too precious to forget
Warming one's heart in so many ways
in beautiful dreams of yesterdays.
19th January 2021
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Completely Your Choice (46) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Categories:
overfill, anxiety, break up, kiss,
Form:
Rhyme
. we
are
prisms
of raw emotion
filled with sadness
sometimes filled with joy
virtually impossible to hold
because we overfill your soul
until you just have to let us go
to equalize and stabilize
yourself once more
Categories:
overfill, introspection
Form:
Concrete
Solid gray skies
Over daylilies trying to bloom
Several different species so colorful
Open only a day, live life to the fullest
What have I done with my nearly 29,151 days
Birds fly in
Mostly to feed from birdseeds
The feeders need a refill so they can eat
Those birds usually fly in, overfill before a rain
Another day of possible showers so they have to eat
Fresh seed put out
Mockingbirds zoom across flowerbeds
Land, catch a bug, zoom out
Another mockingbird lands on the cement
Bobbles along like a roadrunner
Redbirds flock in
Hit the red feeder that matches his color, perfect camouflage
Boy, he is eating gourmet food
From the buffet
Rakes out what he doesn't like
Sparrows fly in
Feast upon the discarded seed
That landed upon the cement
They gobble up those small seeds
Fill up in just a small amount of time
Female red cardinal
Flies in and lands on a wood feeder, aged, grayed with time
It seems to match her color perfectly
She is harder to see since she blends in
She fills up and flies away
Amazing
No susurrus in the pines
No crows cawing all the time
Just the symphony of songbirds tickling my ears
And the cymbals clanging out woodpecker's notes
A few minutes out on the porch
How it makes my day
Now a zephyr begins to move
Stirring the asparagus and spirea
Wow! A break in the clouds.
The sunlight beams
Casting its morning light
Across my wildest dreams
A flower garden with more plants
To feed the birds, bees and butterflies
Thank you
God for your creation
For your gift of flowers
A mixture of clouds, rain and sunshine
All of life upon this earth
Categories:
overfill, thanks,
Form:
Free verse
Today we celebrate
Sammy the Seaman
who caught enough
to overfill his big net.
It's truly amazing that
he fed every family
from one single catch
which we'll never forget.
Categories:
overfill, imagination,
Form:
McWhirtle
Now already we can boldly vomit out:
Nights spent at the bedside;
Late comings to the office;
Birthday present money collected with a trembling hand;
Cards stuck in cash machines;
Cinema tickets;
Rubbish bins attached to electricity;
Contraceptives;
Invented love
History oriented on politics;
Amicable trip ups;
Story of two seas and a little girl,-
As if a chewing gum is our homeland.
Stuck to stomach.
“Pedro, Donaldo,
Donaldo, Pedro, Pedro”…
Let’s everybody massacre our full up children.
With cookies
With chips
With emulsifiers
Overfill stomach and then massacre.
At least they won’t die of hunger.
Categories:
overfill, deep,
Form:
Ballad
The Butterfly Flutters By
Butterfly flutters by and glorious time stands still
life springs forth and joy leaps to overfill
A beauty sent to bring heavenly and great delight
like the glory of moon and stars on a clear night
Flashes of vibrant rainbows pass into the magic scene
pureness, life emerging in a passing so serene
Pushing away all thoughts of trouble, pain and despair
fluttering all about while landing here and there
Winged eye pleasing music as butterfly flies so well
raining colors that forever last without fail
A pass, a solo and a double circle around my head
soothing as a sweet dream resting in my old bed
Butterfly flutters by , sun and flowers deeply sigh
Nature's finest art floating in scenic sky
Outshines their glory as it shows it's blessed gifts
a flash of paradise proudly dancing that so uplifts
Robert J. Lindley, 05-20-2014
Categories:
overfill, beauty, dance, rainbow, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
In three days I'll be seventy,
that's three score years and ten.
I'll have had the promised lifetime
that the good book gives me then.
I'll prepare to meet my maker
as I live on borrowed time
and on each day that is added
I'll make fun a friend of mine
I've had all the usual struggles
as I've lived a life that's full
and in pain and loss and sadness
I have shared life's bitter pill.
But in hope and joy and loving
I have learned to bear some pain
and to rise from deep depression
to enjoy life's fruits again.
With a cup that feels half empty
you should see the half that's full
and with fun replace it's contents
till it starts to overfill.
So I'll enjoy each moment
that is added to life's span
and play the hand that's dealt me
with all the fun I can.
Seventy years has taught me
to live life for every day
and to never count tomorrows
for they may not come your way!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
overfill, age, birthday, fun, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
THE AIR-OCEAN’S PLANKTON
Snow falls like icy ocean-plankton. The air swarms
With their immense unsullied nebulae swirling in waves,
Tiny immaculate individuals in an innumerable host,
A silver-ivory myriad to be harvested.
Trees taking gulps of air-plankton, great chunks of airy snow,
Stretch lattices of arms and hands skyward to catch them,
Each numb finger and thumb laden to the very nail
With its neat impeccable pile of alabaster fishlets.
Sky-net filigrees, their great interstices seafoamed,
Filled with unblemished air-fish, blank white plankton:
The trees overfill every empty arm with the light white host:
Like women grasp fleamarket bargain necklaces of pearls.
Categories:
overfill, allegory
Form:
Free verse
I swallow my secrets,
sharp little shards of the bizarre
that would gossip of my weaknesses
if allowed to converse
with the light.
One by one,
they scratch along
a cervical bridge
between my heart and mind
before being accumulated
in a churning pit
of reason and conscience
that constantly folds self into self
and manipulates the flavors
of my life.
I never intended to invite you
into my sacred archipelagos,
I meant to sample the sweetness
of your flattery,
the ambrosia of the forbidden
and metabolize your motives later
but you defy my volcano
and oxidize in my stomach
an embryonic gallstone
feeding on the amniotic bile
that disintegrates
my most caustic emotions.
You could extinguish my hunger;
the lightless, empty craving
for content-edness
and alleviate the peptic erosion
of my islands
by accepting their idiosyncrasies.
But I fear you will overfill me,
nauseate me with your revolutionary rites
and that I will regurgitate
the occult within.
Yet, I can't suppress the craving
for more crumbs of your affection.
Categories:
overfill, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Love to heart is what summer signifies to the farmer’s year
It brings to harvest all the lovely flowers of very soul
Now the heart is so content that a few drops can overfill it
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June 10, 2014
Form : Sijo (3-4-4-4. 3-4-4-4, 3-5-4-3)
(Syllables 45)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest:Sijo Strings by Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
overfill, love, summer,
Form:
Sijo
House of spiders
My empty house, my soul is full of spiders,
No way to go for covering my empty day,
No will to overfill the ash of my reminders,
To see the thread of grass or bright my stay,
Come here my hope, don`t let my soul away!!!
Don`t punish me for my mistake and for my sin,
I am a suffering daughter in her blindly body`s falling,
Reveal me your will, as I know my God could clean
My mud and wounds for come to life after collapsing,
Only by Your help and love, My Lord, I`m over passing!!!
As now I`m the chaff, don`t throw me in that fire burning,
I`ll try to change myself and understand your warning,
And my last breath for your wisdom advice is praying.
However, disappointed and comfortless, my days I`m counting,
Light and peace, Your ever love - are all that I`m wanting.
What to do, my God, for You to give alms to my heart?
As a helpless, I pray for my salvation and soul`s good part,
To straighten my steps and fight against bad devil art.
As I am in a dusty room within an old inn`s malicious chart,
Wipe up my tears, Lord! I`m overwhelmed by my hungry heart.
Categories:
overfill, introspectionme, me,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
“I'm right here. We're right here. I can't tell you what the point of this is except that I'm so happy I met you, and I can't tell you what's going to happen... But I do know that right now, in this moment, on this island, I'm where I'm supposed to be, and that's with you.” jennifer niven,
I cannot bear to look deep into your eyes,
Shimmering, laughing green that’s so enchanting.
Why do they leave me breathless and provocative?
I cannot help but whisper that I love her.
Can she feel the ethereal emotions between us?
We walk hand in hand, our hands so warm.
My mind singing some lovely love song.
Until my lips whisper the self-same lullaby
That fills my heart with uncontrolled emotions.
It is a delicate dance between euphoria and vulnerability.
A fleeting moment as two hands in love gain in warmth,
My heart pounding, I feel that tender, gentle pressure,
Then a glance, our silver smiles so aglow,
A fleeting moment and I am lost, possessed,
As love can be an all-encompassing force.
Yes. you leave me in an excruciating emotion,
You overfill my heart with endless light.
You are my sunrise and sunset all in one.
You are both my day and night.
Can you understand why you leave me breathless?
Placed 1
Categories:
overfill, love,
Form:
Free verse
The Portables
Baby boomer fourth grade,
We overfill Longfellow school.
Like coffee running over the cup brim.
Caught in a saucer of portables,
Two garage like class rooms,
Like Siamese twins, joined at the middle.
Flanked by rows of single paned windows,
That shake and rattle when the wind blows.
Bulletin board doors filed across, the back,
Masquerading as a cloak room.
Hiding coats, hats, shelves and boots from view.
One door between the two,
At the conjoined middle,
Side by side exterior doors from each class,
were never just opened,
But burst or exploded with a blast.
As forty five of us fought,
For the first breath of freedom.
As salmon fight to swim upstream.
Two teachers shared responsibility,
For weaving the fabric of our education.
I was lucky and got Mrs. Cuddly,
Who taught us times tables, decimal and fractions.
And reminded me of grandma, instead
Of every fourth grader's constant dread.
Whose wooden arm, it was rumored,
Was used to beat you over the head.
Mrs. Wooden arm turned out to be quite kind.
And taught nouns, verbs and spelling.
And the magic of the written word,
Like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly,
She gave our imaginations multi-colored wings.
And taught them how to fly.
Which is really the difference,
Between great fiction and an obvious lie.
Categories:
overfill, allegory, childhood, education, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
When the day comes that the dead walk the earth,
because hell has had its overfill.
Only then will I consider taking you back,
but I’ll probably deny you still.
I will always love you,
and pray for the best when it comes to the things in your life.
But it would be unbelievably wrong,
for me to stand you by my side.
Because I’m still married to sweet Mary Jane,
and she heals all my cares and my pain.
We can never go back without time machines,
so I will always be feeling this way.
So stare at the wall,
just sit there and stare,
and think about what you did.
Then maybe you can learn,
to understand too,
and all of this will make sense.
Categories:
overfill, anger, dark, emotions, farewell,
Form:
Quatrain
Heartbroken
Don’t cry because love has flown away,
smile because you’ll love again someday.Quote - Poet’s own.
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Come my dear and sit awhile with me
beneath this comforting willow tree
Have a rest and let your mind be free
of your heartbroken anxiety.
Willows weep to glimpse the heartbroken
and restore peace for mixed emotion
A haven of calm serenity
to restore shattered tranquility.
Come listen and hear the sweet birdsong
release anguish you've felt for so long
Tears are healing in sorrow and pain
allowing one’s heart to sing again.
Someday it won't ever sting at all
only the tenderness you'll recall
For there's nothing lovelier truly
than a love that meant so much to thee.
Treasure the first whispered "I Love You"
hold it near and dear, forever do
Remembrance of a love's sweet refrain
is a song played down memory lane.
If only shared kisses could be kept
they would overfill a treasure chest
Every one a precious diamond gem
fragments of the love they represent.
Memories are truly heaven blessed
moments much too precious to forget
Warming one's heart in so many ways
in glorious dreams of yesterdays.
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26th February 2023
Writing Challenge -H Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word choice - no. 2 heartbroken
Categories:
overfill, anxiety, lost love, sympathy,
Form:
Rhyme