Best Pens Poems
~Poetesses and Poets, Divine~
All over this great planet we live,
Penning our thoughts, and love to give!
With our hearts, as lanterns so bright,
Writing with hearts into this summer night.
Pen thee, then, of nature’s fine beauty.
Quietly, we are world Muses on duty.
Creations we form of happiness and sorrow.
Moonlight and dreams, on which to borrow!
A hug from me, now..close your eyes.
Tomorrow is both a gift and a surprise!
Hugs,
Panagiota Romios
California….USA
8/15/2022
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They hide behind mountains of ignorance,
judging within a valley of selfish love.
Among weeds where flowers refuse to grow,
to the mercy of hypocrites -
only we can set them free.
As we poets prepare our pens,
in the ceremony of a new dawn,
let us flow like a million petals,
spreading peace through our fingertips,
because our hearts beat the same.
When they fire bullets at those already wounded,
let us swim within sapphire seas of serenity,
healing through the purity of compassion -
we can beat them at their own game.
As twilight signals a new dawn,
an abundance of colourful sparkles,
infiltrate silent stars, disturbing their reverie,
but the moon gazes in admiration,
as illuminations brighten horizons.
In hope of a beautiful new sunrise,
tomorow can be the first day
to strum heavenly strings,
singing lullabies of peace.
Silent One
Simple Musing
01/01/2019
Hope everyone has a great start to 2019,
hope all your hopes, dreams and aspirations come true.
To all the pens I’ve lost before
That rolled off my desk and, on the floor
I’m glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the pens I’ve lost before
To all the pens I’ve once caressed
And may I say, I’ve held the best
For helping me to grow, I owe a lot I know
To all the pens I’ve lost before
Ideas in my mind were growing
And all those things I had to say
Those things and thoughts my inward praying
Etched in pen with verse I’d play
To all the pens that gave words life
That helped express love to my wife
I’m glad you came along
I dedicate this song
To all the pens I’ve lost before
To all the pens that inspired me
That filled empty pages with fantasy
They live within my heart
Always playing an important part
For all the pens I’ve lost before
With the wisdom each pen was bestowing
They helped me find the right words to say
Inspiration steadily growing
Why did the best pens never stay
To all the pens I’ve lost before
That rolled off my desk and, on the floor
I’m glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the pens I’ve lost before
To all the pens I’ve held before
From you I could not ask for more
Yes, I’m glad you came along
Without you I couldn’t write my songs
To all the pens I’ve lost before.
A parody of Willie Nelson’s song, I hope you enjoy.
Words and coffee, pens and poems
morning time I cherish
Perhaps to even leave behind
something when I perish
Leaves and breeze, sun and shine
inspiration to be shared
Words and coffee, pens and poems
show the world that someone cared
Afternoons delight the page
pens and poems, Winter writes
Sips of sherry stir my thoughts
turning Winter days to nights
Sandman, time for sleep again
find for me my clever Muse
For pens and poems, wake again
with lovely thoughts that I can use
Where do all the pens go
that's what I wanna know
Did we give them to friends
who might keep them (depends)
Maybe burglars stole them
but not jewelry or gem
Or snagged by the goblins
scribbling with impish grins
They might move, we forget
--the final place it set
In a pile of papers
those inky escapers
Did they all take a hike
their pens' union on strike
Joined up with art supplies
--their artistic allies--
Hidden deep in the drawer
wishing to write no more
Check the desk! Check my purse
cuz nothing could be worse...
...than when a pen's needed
but they've all receded--
--to some faraway realm...
of untraceable whelm
(Inspired by Anne Frank's "Ode to my Fountain Pen")
fresh picked blueberries
stimulate poetic pens ~
my muse just wants pie
A Most Holy Vision Speaks in Mystical Tomes
Enchanted colorful images shine ever-brightly from
a wild cosmic fire appearing high in the evening sky.
As people gaze upon these unusually radiant images
there is, at once, a universal sense of calm and peace.
Poets worldwide observing this most unique heavenly
occurrence seize their pens to record all that they see.
As they begin to write what they see, it seems as though
their ink’s like a magical blood flowing through their pens.
As this sacred blood flows freely, the poets write with a
palpable sense that an amazing grace moment is at hand.
The true essence of this divine moment starts as the poets
witness the appearance of God’s Angels in the evening sky.
The poets seek to understand these unbelievable events in
real-time as they appear arrayed against the evening sky.
There’s an angelic message that now speaks fervently through
the wondrous magic of the poets’ pens—pensive and voiceless.
This holy missive canorously echoes visions from past lives,
whilst presenting highlights that speak vividly to future events.
With the past as prologue and the present now in real-time,
the angels’ missive of mankind’s future on Earth is positive.
As poets and other writers observe and record their notes, it’s
clear the cosmic fire is not the “End of Time” fire and brimstone.
Rather, it’s God’s way through his angels to capture mankind’s
attention and to refocus humanity’s efforts in service to others.
The holy missive makes clear that the path to redemption and
forgiveness lies within our own power as we seek to find God.
And that the angels shall always be with us as our souls ascend
heavenward one day on trails of cosmic dust to be one with God.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 26, 2018 (Couplet)
O' Dear Poets, Let True Pens Dance
O' dear poets, hold sweet and true to thy calls
Let not rejection's dark, lead hearts astray
Not into realms of drought stricken pitfalls
Nor in shallow vessels of weakened clay!
Stay dear poets, with kindness sent this sad world
Keen unto love, hope and mercy's great gifts
Pen to let magnificent words be hurled
In soul's fine music that cheers and uplifts!
O' dear poets, grace us with joyful heart's glee
Dance below moon's gleam cast lights thus given
For these gifts setting us apart and free
Bring us to gates of paradise liven'!
O' dear poets, buckle belts, greet all as friend
We are waves splashing hope until the end!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017
Sonnet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112
Trust in God they say, do it everyday. Read the word, even if you have heard.
Pass it on to others, to all sisters and brothers. They say just be brave, now take it to the grave.
Date Written: 6/15/2020 Let the Pens Flow - Rhyme Poetry Contest (Faith in GOD) Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
In tears and sorrow
it would be
When I lay down
my pen
If never I could
Cleanse my
heart
Through poetry
again
'Bite Size Poem no.5'
Dive into poetry,
Smoking a lot less,
Less smoke,free breathing,
Less stress on my chest,
Longer life,my health,
I know its for the best,
Although stopping is so hard,
So hard to digest,
Ink versus Smoke,
An internal test,
Who will be victorious,
In my contest......
Pencils, pens, crayons, and markers
Makes me
An artist of the highest degree.
I can make the neatest tree
With a bird family using it as a new addressee.
It will have all sorts of flowers around it with
A hungry bee.
While I am still sitting on my knees
I can make a zoo in which I have the only key.
These animals are the likes of which no one
Will ever see.
My mom is laughing with glee
As she relaxes with her cup of tea.
She says " Come here my favorite artist who is
Only three
Sit next to me as we go on your zoo journey."
My mom had set my heart free
Now I was filled with lots of creativity.
Pens
Kill time;
Bleed out ink.
Through lines and curves,
With thoughts and crosses -
Shapes and ideas form,
Connections are made and shared,
Stories are allowed to grow tall
Paper and minds can be brightly filled
All because of eager pens killing time
Poets’ Pens
Wise words
drip-by-drip fall
like petals from roses
softly floating through young hearts to
paper.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 19, 2010
Poetic form: Cinquain
While it is true the pen is mightier than the sword,
We must not forget that bad people own pens too.
You may have put away your sword but a war of words
Is stiill being fought
So sharpen your wit and keep a good supply of pens
For when a counter argument is needed
To prevent just one side of the story being told
Lest some innocents get burned by the clever wording
From the pens of those up to no good.