Best Participated Poems
I know her shoelaces do not have loops
They may be used as spaghetti in soups
A girl who dreams, are tired of getting hurt
Each kiss and hug felt right, but she kept alert
Her words on paper, dreams of a better place
A frustrating feeling has participated in the game with grace
Accepting does not mean losing hope, the eagle is flying high
Her eyes were always smiling, now she whispers goodbye
24.08.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Categories:
participated, games, goodbye, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
She sits by the window with coffee in hand
Watching the raindrops tapping on the glass
Her mind revisits that high school year again
With the same questions she always asks
Those teenage years of chaos and confusion
Where thoughts and hormones run riot
Just finding her way and wanting to fit in
Kept both her conscience and voice quiet
She remembers so vividly that high school year
It tortures her with sorrow, regret and shame
If she could only she could go back and do it differently
Perhaps the outcome would have not been the same
She participated in the bullying of the sad lonely girl
Though her heart knew it was completely wrong
So she wouldn’t be their next victim
Safety from the bullies kept her strong
She remembers that day in the school canteen
When the sad lonely girl was again cowardly chosen
She saw the silent tears rolled down her cheek
In that moment her mind and heart were frozen
She saw the pure pain in the sad lonely girls eyes
Sitting sheepishly on her own
She desperately wanted to reach out to her
Comfort her and tell her “Its ok you’re not alone”
Yet so afraid of becoming a victim
She felt cowardly and weak
Intimidated by the bullies unrelenting cruelness
She laughed, walked passed and to the sad lonely girl she did not speak
That day now is forever seared in her mind
One of complete horror and doom
An unexpected school assembly was called
Informing students the sad lonely girl was found hanging in her room!
Categories:
participated, anti bullying, bullying, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Also known as May Eve, May Day, and Walpurgis Night, happens at the beginning of May. It celebrates the height of Spring and the flowering of life.
Colors are the Rainbow spectrum. Beltane is a festival of flowers, fertility, sensuality, and delight. Selena Fox
In the cosmic blast, eternal fires create the cosmos.
An incensed mind is like a tarot deck close.
Awareness of human feelings' everlasting nature
soul-igniting, head-raising, flame-purifying feature
Beltane, a Pagan festival, goes by the name of May Day.
It occurs between the equinoxes of Ostara and Litha.
The festival commemorates spring in the best way.
An event tied firmly with fertility in the pagan era
It occurs three hours after the sun has set.
worn a wild beast to depict earth, fire, water, or air.
Toasting nature, life, and future by fire dance minuet.
A fairly grim festival that may aim out of a dare
Event held in 2020 during the COVID-19 shutdown.
Had put all who participated in the COVID threat.
I feel it is unfair, as holy sites are closed in each town.
It is not moral to leave others out of this event yet.
The keenness amid the eternal inner stillness
Ignites God's everlasting flame upon reality.
I travel in the light of heavenly happiness.
which is the vowed road to the vivid hall of deity.
Written: March 04, 2023
Which fire is eternal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Categories:
participated, analogy, confusion, fire,
Form:
Rhyme
Some people come to church just to be seen
No Holy nor any Ghost in them can be gleaned
Now Jesus was in the temple
Teaching a class
Until some Pharisees came to Him
Acting like an ass
They presented a woman to Him
Whom they say committed adultery
Trying to set a trap attempting
To rebuke His sovereignty
Jesus drew a line in the sand
And He then spoke at last
He said "he who is without sin
Be first a stone to cast"
To focus on the faults of others
Causes one to neglect one's own responsibilities
Preoccupied with other's wrongdoings
Makes one blind to their own atrocities
Now I have to ask this one question
Where did they find that woman at?
For in order to accuse her of adultery
One of them must have participated in fact
To look into others lives
Is not your purpose not reason for being
Stay in your lane and focus on
The road you are seeing
Too preoccupied with the faults of others
And not addressing your own shortcomings
Minding someone else's business
An enterprise you're not even running
Instead of looking at someone else's load
You should be looking at the Lord
Staying on your road
And all will be above board
So don't look left, don't look right
Just keep looking straight ahead
Be a productive human being
And by the Holy Spirit now led
To be a help and not a hindrance
To your fellow man
Not preoccupied with the faults of others
But to lift up and help stand
So stay in your lane
And guard your behavior
Focus on teaching others to do right
Like Jesus the Christ Our Savior
Categories:
participated, inspirational, wisdom,
Form:
Didactic
ALOHA to my friends in INDIA, I hope this message is received with the understanding that recent interactions have vastly expounded because many have participated with my sponsored contest and as such, there is a cause that the synergies, on the most part, is protonic. Those I've been communicating, for various reasons, all pertaining to poetrysoup.com, have represented the people of INDIA, in the greatest measure to overflowing. The women are pretty due to the extension of their beautiful souls, the men ingratiate their resolve with such a passionate outcome that they give rise of what makes "INDIA is great...", and due to witnessed efforts, they have added the words, "INDIA is great...and is greater!" And for your charming children, delight your shoulders, enchantingly. I wish only to meet as many Indians as possible, but alas, I have but one life. I had the privilege to shake one Indian hand, and that was with Madame Indira Gandhi, for she had brought an elephant from India to grace our zoo here in the islands, some many years ago--of course. Yes, Hawaii is beautiful I suppose, but in a way, the islanders do not exist, for it has mountain ranges for hearts to climb, flowery valleys for romance to blossom, sparkling rivers to mirror your charms, beaches with surging waters that tantalize souls it embraces, yet, you will never see me or my fellow islanders, for we have faded and became part of its scene, with the sole purpose to sustain our gracious place in a way that it was designed, just to attract beautiful people to feel our spirit's that are now part of its landscape, welcoming them with Aloha, to our souls within our shores.
Aloha INDIA
2019 September 15
Categories:
participated, beautiful, people, perspective,
Form:
Narrative
A constant companion since way back when,
He's my savior. Amen.
Because my heart he does engross,
I'm in His shadow we're so close.
I've seen His movements in the world;
Seen His works--His wonders unfurled.
I've beheld the magic of August moon,
Smelled rose on summer afternoon.
I've read His ancient word, still true,
I've looked to endless skies, still blue.
Heavenly Father, on bended knee,
I lift my eyes and look to Thee.
Yes, heard His voice whisper in the wood;
Been His child since babyhood.
A love that shines brightly forevermore;
I've heard His knock upon the door.
I've glimpsed His figure in the fog;
We've been engaged in dialogue.
Yes, the minister affirms with a nod,
How amazing is God!
I've participated in the holy rites,
Beheld the stars on Christmas nights,
And seen things grandiose--
I'm in His shadow we're so close.
Categories:
participated, christian, faith, god, inspirational
Form:
Rhyme
To live a talented retiremant,
i dreamed of a normal retirement,
Meeting classmates again coincidently
Getting together for a cup of tea or coffee,,
To be with the church,
When I retired that all began,
A storytale retirement,
I did participate and did things,
I have never done before,
I wrote two books, "Living with God",
The next good book"The Sounds of Christmas",
My poems were well-liked by the seniors at the residence,
I gave them as christmas presents one year
Blessing my relatives and friends,
I was featured at the Open House as a guest poet.
They praised my accomplishments,
We had a lovely reunion with my relatives,
The sound of music came honestly,
I taught myself as a teacher to play many songs,
A friend came up to me and said,
That they would like me to play for the birthdays,
I played the piano for the birthdays and socials,
Previously I had sung with the choir,
I participated in bazaars,
A well-respected poet and pianist,
I said to myself, perhaps I have practiced all my life ,
Just to be featured today as a senior today,
I met a future mayor of our city and a bishop of our church,
I had friends that were ministers and lunched,
I thank God for the many accomplishments and blessings,
We have a beautiful conservation area nearby,
Many hikes and lovely walks guested with relatives and friends,
A retirement that is blessed by the Lord,
To have been blessed to share my retirement with my father and relatives,
To have discovered my favorite miracle singer,
These are the many blessings of God and I am truly thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
participated, appreciation, beautiful, christmas, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
The U.S.A does not like to be put in ,HARMS WAY"!!!! We all realize who is crazy enough to put"The U.S.A,and "Democracy " "IN HARMS WAY"!The Electric Chair is still given in "The U.S.A": Today".Where would a "Criminal Racist Be without "Democracy"?Where would "The U.S.A. be "Today" if we let some,or "ANY LEADER" get away,when he ,she or them, put,"The U.S.A. "IN HARMS WAY"? The "Electric Chair" is still given in "THE U.S.A."Americans are "RED,YELLOW,BROWN,BLACK,AND WHITE,and this is real,and true facts should help those who are "Racist" see the "Light",because a "Racist" "CAN and IS",and "CAN BE":"RED,YELLOW,BROWN,BLACK,OR WHITE! This is "THE LIGHT"!This is the light of "GOD's CREATION no matter what nation!We look at "The Color"and cannot see what is within,women children boys girls and men! We need to see what is on the outside,and what is on the inside,so that we realize who is an "Enemy"or who is a "Friend"!We who "Love" reach our goal by realizing that which is on the inside of a life source and that which the life source displays by its actions toward the life forms that it encounters.We look at our "NEXT OF KIN" to see their true "Nature"! Whom would put "The United States OF America" "The U.S.A.,and "DEMOCRACY" IN "HARMS WAY"? This "Poem lets us realize that "THE U.S.A. still really gives "THE ELECTRIC CHAIR""TODAY"!!!Ceasor defied "The Lord God Almighty on day,and he had to pay! He was cursed and "The Entire World Was Cursed On That Day",and the entire "World " had to pay. The "World was cursed with a "PLAGUE" like it is "TODAY"!!! GOD'S Truth Endureth to "ALL GENERATIONS"!The Pleasure Of Love Is In Loving!! We Are Happier In What We Feel, "Than In What We Inspire! Let us make our best effort to "RECEIVE PLEASURE" IN LOVING",because of the love that we inspire.LOVING IS NOT PUTTING THOSE WHO YOU LOVE IN "HARM S WAY"!!!Those who created,participated,and supported "The "Inserrection" on "Democracy" on Janurary 6,2021 put "DEMOCRACY IN HARMS WAY ON THAT TERRIBLE DAY FOR THE USA."
Categories:
participated, 12th grade, 1st grade,
Form:
Ballad
I cuddled my baby until he took his first few steps
And began to exercise his new freedom of choice,
I heard him babble words like “ma ma” and “da da”
Years before he developed a man’s voice.
I lengthened the cord when he desired to run free
And monitored his activities and friendships, too
I trusted wisdom and instruction to guide him
Even in situations that were brand new.
I cheered when he participated in sporting events,
Both at practice and games, I did what proud parents do.
I encouraged him through disappointment and losses
And his joyful response was, “Mom, I love you.”
I listened to the things he said no matter where or what
And embraced him when he was sick or sad
I shared my life stories to motivate and inspire
But when I let go of the reins, he was so glad I got mad.
I cried at his high school graduation
And waved farewell when he joined the military.
I beamed when he clicked his heels and saluted.
What a handsome man in uniform he turned out to be.
I sent care packages from time to time
Just to ensure that he was eating right.
I asked my Lord to protect my child,
Each day when I prayed—and each night.
I stockpiled memories before he went away
And rejoiced at hearing news of the battles they won.
I pacified all my concerns with hope
And longed for his work on the battlefield to be done.
I know that a child is a precious gift from God,
And I did my best with the son placed in my care,
God gave him to me, and let war take him away….
He’s still my son, and there’s much more I could share.
Categories:
participated, blessing, death, funeral, goodbye,
Form:
Prose
Many dogs of different breeds participated in a race. Dogs were so excited because free food for one year is at stake. The dog race is the yearly adoption program for owned and stray dogs in selected communities. Whichever dog wins, the winner will be adopted by the sponsor for one year.
In the early going of the one mile-race, a Collie and a German Shepherd were leading, but in the end a smaller and less popular dog won the race. Everybody was surprised because the winner is a poodle.
Many dogs asked the poodle how he did it. The poodle said that the collie and the sheperd were arguing about the lake on the side of the road as to who is the better swimmer. Due to overconfidence, they swam for a while because all other dogs are left behind in the race. They even swam against the water current, proving who has a better stamina.
The poodle was only one meter ahead of the early two when the winner reached the finish line.
Categories:
participated, dog, race,
Form:
Prose
A Flame You Lit
I hear
your voice
calling from
verses long penned
as swift it passes
through and a flame
lights in my heart’s
hearth and within
that space I write
of the accursed poet
whose spirit still in a slow
but steady pendulum beat,
through time moves, and
I bathe in the magic of its swing;
many are now dust but your
ballads are not gone from
the flavor of the hour,
from the ashes
of your
name
Villon
one sip
and your pen dipped in the mire
pulling on the leash sniffing for
traces of life, to our hunger still
speaks, hanging in spiraling smoke,
still vibrates like winter’s wind on
the prowl, mocks the stars, animates
the flowers of the night, and howls.
François Villon is a French poet who was born in 1431, the year Joan of Arc
was burned at the stake. As a student of the University of Paris, he participated
in many brawls and pranks. He even killed a priest (he was defending himself
from the man’s attack, picked up a rock and accidently killed him) and was
granted full pardon. He was later imprisoned and tortured, but released
by the new king Louis XI. He ended up ‘exiled’ from Paris for 10 years
His ‘Testament’ will forever live on. He fascinates me because he reminds
me of my younger brother, a bright star who had a dark glow.
Categories:
participated, inspiration, poetry,
Form:
Concrete
A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization!
Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants,
Pertaining to the Proper Pampering for Perpetuating Pickle Plants.
Packer Panels Propounded ways to Perfect Professional Panache,
For Packing dills and gherkins Perfectly so that they dare not smash!
A blue-ribbon Panel Picked the Pickle Princess in all her Persnickety Pomp.
A working Party Picked the Pickle Prince and his Pompous aide-de-camp!
A Patron Provided a Plastic Plaque for the Pickle Picker of the Year.
A Packer won a Prize as top Pickle Purveyor, the Pinnacle of his career!
A quorum was needed but a Passel of People were Pickled in the Pub.
The President was Perturbed, not easily Placated, there in lay the rub!
A Plethora of Pixilated Pickers and Packers Presently repaired,
Protesting that they were Prepared to vote, not in the least impaired!
It was Paramount that the Proceedings not end on a sour note,
So the President Proclaimed a Positive quote for all to Promote:
"We must Project Professionalism and Perfection in great number,
As we Proudly Proclaim the Palatability of the Prosaic cucumber!"
Categories:
participated, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Henry VIII's Last Joust
When darkness descends and all is bleak,
When the strong run and leave behind the weak.
Where, throughout the land, people cry for relief.
Who shall arise? What devil will compete?
Clothe me in armour and toast to merriment.
Fit my hand with the lance to tilt my opponent.
And to those in the stands, relax your apprehension.
(Stand back squire!) This is beyond your comprehension.
Upon the steed, in a joust of peace, I challenged destiny
And would bravely sacrifice my life for God and country.
Down the list I charged, but my horse stumbled and fell.
And they wept as for one dead, but I arose alive and well.
Let it be said when jest pervades memory of the King,
“He had grit, but maybe a little touched in the noggin!”
***
Note:
Henry VIII was born Henry Tudor on June 28, 1491, and died on January 28, 1547, at the age of 55. On April 22, 1509, he was crowned King of England, and reigned until his death in 1547. Henry VIII was athletic; standing at six foot and being an accomplished jouster.
On January 24, 1536, at Greenwich Palace, aka “Palace of Placentia” (located in Greenwich, England on the River Thames), forty-four year old Henry VIII participated in what would become his last joust. As the steed charged down the list with him at the reins, it stumbled, and fell upon him. Henry VIII lay unconscious for two hours but survived. The injuries received from the accident are believed to be the major reason for Henry VIII’s ensuing mood swings and violent temperament.
Jousting was known as the sport of kings. Two types of jousting matches were engaged in tournament jousting during the medieval ages, joust of war and joust of peace. In a joust of war, a solid, pointed lance was used to knock your opponent off their horse, and in a joust of peace, hollow lances with blunt style tips were employed, meant to shatter upon striking the opponent thereby reducing injuries.
Categories:
participated, england, history, humor, sports,
Form:
Sonnet
Best to get there early and don’t forget some food and drink.
It’s Friday again and time to celebrate.
It’s hat week, Carmen Miranda’s birthday, toga, toga, toga.
We all had another week taking care of 80 children at the local mental hospital and anything one could think of was the theme of celebration.
The only difference between “US” and “THEM” was we carried the keys.
Circa 1970’s and The Rocky Horror Picture Show so if you hadn’t had something too bad and was sitting on a tree limb in the big tree on the corner, come 11:00 pm grab your paper, rice, watergun and toast.
Off to the movies we would go dressed in our favorite costume.
Summer time and the living is easy.
The pit was dug and a pig on the spit.
We all came the night before and took turns rotating the pig at a slow and careful pace.
If you spent the night, we brought blanket and pillow and slept under the stars by the pig fire.
We all participated in the watermelon seed spitting contest.
Saturday night was barbeque and bluegrass night at Buddy’s.
The Knoxville Grass, BBQ and pitchers of beer to share unless UT was playing.
Then Friday night we’d celebrate at Buddy’s.
We finally had to faced we were addicted to food.
We small band of addicts branched off to middle of the week gatherings with irreverent honoring to St. Porker of Assisi.
All meeting in a kitchen and cooking at the same time.
Making “Gone with the Wind” to “Away with the Breeze and someone wearing a pair of curtains they had looked lovely in the week before and each acting out a different character.
Then children came and jobs changed and some moved away.
Looking back, it was the best of times and the best of food and friends.
Categories:
participated, celebration, food, humor, memory,
Form:
Free verse
English version of the Radha’s Love Song 1/2 Prelude on page 2
Those swinging trees and birds flying in the sky,
Those green creepers and the lovely Gokul* hills,
Amid which, we used to play and get lost,
In listening and feeling your enchanting flutes and charms, O Krishna*,
The bank of Yamuna* and your playing of flutes,
They all looks deserted without your magical tunes. 01
Everything of Gokul* have become tired, in waiting for you O, Krishna*,
Although ages have passed, only my eyes are still not tired,
While waiting for a glimpse of your enchanting looks,
Please come and show me at least your face, O, Mohan*,
Now even the water streams, running from our eyes too,
Are at the edge of getting dried, while showering the tears,
In waiting for you for such a long time, O Mohan. 02
The lamp of hope only, is still burning, O Krishna
Ever since you left, all other supports have vanished in the air,
Still if you cannot come to Gokul*,
Just do not come,
But please do not send anyone to console my suffering heart,
By giving me false assurances and
The teachings of sacrifice and patience, O Krishna. 03
Please do not send anyone, to make me understand,
That you cannot return to Gokul,
Leaving the affairs of your Kingdom, O Krishna,
These efforts would only break the barrier of my patience,
Bursting those feelings, which have accumulated
In the reservoir of my love since ages,
And do not break my false hopes that you would come one day
As it the last and the only Hope of my life and living,
O Mohan, my most beloved sakha* and love, O Krishna. 04
Ravindra
Kanpur India 29th June 2011
Explainations:
*Radha- Radha is the incarnation of Lakshmi (goddess of wealth and prosperity as per Hindu
religion), the consort of Lord Vishnu, the most beautiful of the Gopi girls, and lover of
Lord Krishna.
*Krishna- is a central figure of Hinduism and is traditionally attributed the authorship
of the Bhagavad Gita. He is an Avatar of Vishnu and considered in some monotheistic
traditions as the Supreme Being. Krishna is identified as a historical individual who
participated in the events of the Mahabharata.
*Gukul- a place where Krishna was brought-up by his foster mother Yashoda.
*Mohan- Mohan is the other name of Krishna
PRELUDE OF THIS SONG IS ON PAGE 2
Categories:
participated, loveme, song, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse