Best Peopletime Poems


Beautiful Inside

Appearances can be deceptive,
And to the superficial gaze
The outside seems dull and grey
Plain looking in many ways,
Yet, when a crack causes
Water to seep slowly through,
A Geode can split to reveal
A dazzling sight to view!
Piles of purple crystals
Sparkling in the light,
Such wonderful inner beauty
Now apparent for our delight.

Have you noticed how some people,
Like a Geode, seem as plain as can be?
Yet, if we take time to peer deeper,
Then, what gems would we see?
Perhaps a beautiful heart
We never thought was there,
Where an aching generosity
Is waiting its time to share?
Yes, a warm, glowing inner beauty
Will emerge before your eyes,
A newly discovered Treasure
For you to cherish, and to prize!

Premium Member Astrid

A woman in a fairy world, made from human dreams
Goddess fair, conceived and born in the time of love
Bound to a place of whispering breeze and moonbeams
Voice as soft and gentle and the coo of the gray dove...

Came the time of summer  frolic and gay delight
And in her gleeful  wandering she paused to see
Her filmy beauty reflected in a woodland pool
Surrounded by the purple rose and cinnamon tree...

Amazed to see within the pool her quiet twin
Her every motion a study of pure synchronicity
Their fingers touched on one drop of water blue
Ivory wings folded in a moment for pure serenity...

Lovely Astrid tarried there until shadows crept
Entranced by the fluid smile on that shadow face
Finally bound by the magic of that glassy world
She slept, one hand dipped in that watery place....


For Constance's Reflection contest
Barbara Gorelick

Premium Member Survivor (What a Player)

Who’s Texas oil rich, just five-feet-six
and always seems to get out of a fix?
He’s married with four kids, and eyes bright blue -
a guy you love to hate. . . Still need a clue?

He came to  CBS  a year ago
to play the nineteenth season of the show
"Survivor!" Fans tuned in; there on Samoa
we saw him on a tribe called Foa Foa.

A villain on this game show like no other,
he’s one you’d guess could rat out his own mother.
He’s Russell Hantz, a genuine control freak,
and add to that, he’s quite a little sneak!

To cause a stir, he once burned someone’s socks,
feigned innocence, and then had secret talks
with teammates as he filled their minds with doubt
And made his plans of whom to next throw out.

With not one clue, he found immunity.
a “first” in all "Survivor" history,
then saved himself when there came times to vote
with idols he had found. (He loves to gloat!)

If someone were not “pliable,” he’d thrust 
them out, while there were others he would trust.
But by the time the game came to its end,
he’d backstabbed them and didn’t have one friend.

And so he lost that game. We saw him cry
as votes were read, a crazed look in his eye!
A hundred grand he’d give to wear the crown,
but she who rode his coattails turned him down.

Respected by his fans, he’s gone anew
to play this time with villains, none who knew
him from before, and now he’s in a game
with old time favorites who seem really lame!

With blind-sides left and right, they’re falling fast.
I think Hantz might remain there till the last!
He gave an idol up to save a gal
I bet he wishes were more than a pal. . . 

His poor wife has to watch him on TV,
all smiles while making eyes at Parvati.
But win or lose this time, he is the slayer
of those "Survivor" All-Stars.  What a player!

(Watch  for the season finale. It should be coming soon, either Thursday or maybe on a 
Sunday)

For Linda-Marie Bariana's TV Tempations contest


There Was a Man

There was a man who was so humble
When he spoke he merely mumbled

There was a man who once was a boy
And played with fire more than toys

There was a man who fell in love
And mingled with the clouds above

There was a man standing there
Holding a baby with such loving care

There was a man on the beaten path
Yonder to war and met such wrath

There was a man who was so bold
But deep inside he was too cold

There was a man running in the rain
In his eyes was so much pain

There was a man who started the drink
Because he didn't ever want to think

There was a man who was so broken
The words he felt were never spoken

There was a man with so much anger
Those once held close became a stranger

There was a man with so much pride
For his family he lived his life

There was a man who was so wise
Long after time won and took his eyes

There was a man with loving arms
Lost his youth yet not his charm

There was a man who lost his crown
From lofty heights he fell down

There was a man put in the ground
While very few gathered round

There was a man inside my brain
Trying to make me go insane

There was a man......

Note: This was inspired one night pondering over all the men I have come across in my
life. Not romantically mind you, but a few. Everything from the begger on the street,
friends along the way, strangers, or family, etc. Each two lines represents a different
man. Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry. 

Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson

Time To Rhyme (End Line Poem)

It is time to ............................. RHYME
And it is the time ..................... FOR
Those to take the .................... TIME
When there is ......................... TO
Help out a brother and ............. SPARE
A kind thought or reach into ..... A
Deep pocket and give a ........... DIME

A Man I Once Knew Redone

I know this man who cared so dear
Who took  the responsibility of another man.
He did not have to, 
this is true.
But with a willing heart and a helping hand this man became my friend.
He was  there when I needed a hug 
Was not afraid to give you that pep talk 
While he decided to stay and hang out.
I know he could have walked out. 
For this, I am  grateful to this day.
then something happened and it was not good.
Years went by and times changed 
we went our separate ways . 
Been awhile since we have talked
I found out your time was short
If I could help you in any way
I would give you that liver today.
 I am just letting you know how much you mean to me
Before your time comes and I miss my opportunity.
© Cory Long  Create an image from this poem.


Coming Down

I know it well, i know his paranoid mind.. tapping foot, agitated eyes, looking 
everywhere but in mine

He pushes his cigarette butt further into the cup, projecting his contorted thought 
onto something inanimate.. 
willfully taking the focus away.. discomfort in his own skin he tries not to display
 
He knows its just time now that separates him from straight thinking and sound 
mind.. 
silently begging for the allowance of sleep to grant him calm then peace

For in these hours following a euphoric night, he bargains and promises himself 
                                      'that was the last time', 
like the time before and time before that, a habit to be broken and yes to be free.. 
when he finds the answer i hope he shares it with me...

It's Time To Take Out the Eraser (For Rub It Out Contest Sponsored By: Paula Swanson)

It’s Time to Take Out the Eraser

There once was a boy and his mom
They explored and had fun in their camper.
But the Everglades in June…mosquitoes!
It’s Time to take out the eraser!

There once was an avid fossil collector
Looking for shark's teeth without fear.
A great white swam near; she screamed…oh, dear –
It’s Time to take out the eraser! 

There once was an innocent girl
She fell in love; but he was no bachelor –
So much for studying; “making her way in the world.”
It’s Time to take out the eraser!

There once was a young reckless driver
That used to be a video game winner.
He cut off a big wheeler in one-day…play?
It’s Time to take out the eraser!  

There once were lovers strolling together.
Sweetly holding hands at the arbor. 
Homing pigeons flew above…hundreds!
It’s Time to take out the eraser!

There once was a poet in a contest.
She wrote too many words…not a miser.
Readers of her poem did not laugh.
It’s Time to take out the eraser!

Atrocity

A white washed fence; clean and pristine
On the other side of the fence; cream and olive green
Clear to both- is that the colors fade
Even if one is more in the shade

The sun beams down on an olive branch
That had been extended by chance
The side of the olive green
Has a cream colored rose-painted in a summer scene

Never have the two given up the feud
So both are unsightly and rude
The bullheadedness was getting old
So, the children scold-
The parents

For not accepting each other; when the time was right
Like in the beginning of the fight
A child will learn quicker than an adult
Which road to go down; before it is time to start a bout
About how close a tree is on one’s property
But it is the parent that will create an atrocity

The Passing of You

There will come a time when you have finally faded
Your guile, your poisoned tongue will have been traded
For peace and silence desired by those you've hurt
With scripture and professed prophecy you eagerly pervert
And when that time comes, great rejoicing will ensue
For we will be, oh! - so very much over you

Fare Well Paul Harvey

and tonight the rest of the story
let us not give the headlines 
the best of the glory

let's remember the times of old
a history, something told
a storyteller tells the tale
of the bold
listeners tune in to listen
to what is gold

a riddle, a clue, a mystery to unfold
who is the subject and what is the goal
and in the end remembered
the great invention
within the story meaningful intentions

the storyteller had a way
of keeping our attention
as we listened in the car 
or in the kitchen

for some he was our lunch time break
we listened to his commercials as we ate
the trick of advertisement was so sublime
we listened attentivly as he used his time

at times of mattresses, 
and pills we listened to his appeals
while he told the story his ad's would pay the bills

and tonight the rest of the story
lets not give the headlines
the best of the glory

Paul Harvey went to meet his glory
leaving the rest of us wondering
what would be the rest of his story

surely he knew how to begin
and how to skillfully draw us in
as every story the master would begin

but this time there are no commercials 
no special ad's made for his rehursal
only the quiet exit unto glory
and now we know the rest of his story

Evolution Or Revolution

Why do we let our prejudices own us?
Controlling what we do and think.
Unless we change the boat of human hearts will surely sink.
But it wont rest heavily upon our conscience,
as we dont believe out actions have consequence.
So grab a life jacket and up the bracket.
Let our human hearts be saved.
That way perhaps our childrens lives may not be so depraved.
Do we have it in us to do this good.
Or has hate set thick within our blood.
After all we are an infant species.
Easily crumbling to societies mercies.
It's time to ask ourselves the question.
Is it time for evolution or revolution?
© Sam Tudor  Create an image from this poem.

Race

I marvel at what we've become,
The species born from every sun,
Who think we occupy one space,
Yet part of us is everyplace...
The fabric we're emersed within,
With stitching closer than our skin,
It binds us deeper than our thoughts,
So what we dream is always sought...
I marvel at what will be,
As we branch off from this tree,
Conscious of some other plane,
Religious text cannot explain...
But even if some holy grail,
Could bring the truth into this tale,
Evolution makes us wait,
The time it takes to imitate...
And all the things that we are freeing,
Will help us become better beings,
So when its time to take our place,
We're not divided by our race...

Random Thoughts In a Quiet Moment.

To newlyweds just starting out,
live long and learn what love's about.
To those whose time is winding down,
embrace the smile, dismiss the frown.
To those who watch in weary wait,
eyes open wide decide your fate.
To those who work and toil each day,
grasp fleeting chance to get away.
For those against whom lies are hurled,
Give not one inch to gossips' swirl.
For forlorn few still left to weep,
May heaven hold you while you sleep.
For ones who long for love and miss,
this time you'll know one tender kiss.
For mothers who will soon give birth:
God bless you both. Renew the earth.

Lone Wanderer

Forsaken by friends and sense,
And having taken the way of offense
To earn his elusive daily bread, 
He pursued clandestine paths evil-led;
A lone wanderer on unknown streets,
Where he sought to win his fortune in bits
Twisting the necks of innocents,
And from unsuspecting pockets extracting cents!
FATHER AND I
Father and I lived together for years twenty and four,
Much of this time was spent quenching the bliss of youth;
Not knowing that his treasured company would one day eternally go,
And I would be left a poor miser with no male to love;
And that nothing but the Savior can fill this gap.

I shall however his causes endeavor to serve
And upon his doctrines labor;
Even though his company I for a time shall miss,
We shall meet in the savor of eternal bliss!

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