Best Phoning Poems
Exactly 19 years to the day, November 17th 2000, I wrote this poem for my Future Husband, Elias Proxenos.
We were sweethearts from our early twenties, but fate wasn’t ready for us yet.
We parted, each one of us got married and divorced and each had a wonderful son.
Elias proposed and we were married on the 10th December of the same year. Soul mates are
Always meant to be, which is what we are!
TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND
I love you more each new born day,
I love you more than words can say,
I love you more than clouds so high,
I love you when the morn draws nigh,
I love it when you hold my hand,
And feel you close to where I stand,
I love your kind considerate ways,
You’re like the sun’s most gentle rays,
I love the times when we’re alone,
And cuddle up when we’re at home,
I love it when you hold me tight,
With all your strength, love and might,
I love you whether near or far,
I love you phoning from your car,
I love to listen, hear your voice,
At any time of your own choice,
I love you Winter, Summer, Autumn, Fall
I’ll always be there for your call,
I love the magic of your caring,
And look forward to a world of sharing,
To you I pledge my darling heart,
That this is only just the start,
And so to you I bare my soul,
And long to fill my future role,
Of partner, mistress, friend and wife,
For all, of my remaining life.
And we are still on honeymoon!
Categories:
phoning, husband, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A LOVE STORY
I Love you more with each new day,
I love you so in every way,
I’ve loved you since that night
We met, to be together seemed so right.
I love you far beyond the bright blue sky,
I love you when the morn is nigh,
I love you when you hold my hand,
And feel you close to where I stand,
I love your kind considerate ways,
You’re like the sun’s most gentle rays,
I love the times when we’re alone,
And cuddle up when we are home,
I love it when we’re at a party,
And hear your laugh so warm and hearty,
I love it when you hold me tight,
With all your strength, and love and might,
I love you whether near or far,
I love you phoning from your car,
I love to listen to your voice,
At any time of your own choice,
I love you, Winter, Summer, Autumn, Spring,
I’ll always be there when you ring.
I love the magic of your caring,
And look forward to a life of sharing,
To you I pledge my darling heart,
That this is only just the start,
And so I’ve bared to you my soul,
And long to fill my future role,
Of partner, friend and wife,
For all, of my remaining life.
This is an existing poem on poetry soup.
Entering Contest: A Rhyming Love poem.
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Date: 2019/3/10
Categories:
phoning, love,
Form:
Rhyme
TELEPHONE
I will wait for the phone to ring
Without a dial tone!
Did I not pay my phone bill?
Ring! Ring it's the TELEPHONE.
A very unusual way to leave the world.
Let's all thank,
ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL.
For one of the world's best inventions
The most valuable means of communication.
UN-great-full we are,
Abandoning the telephone in every nation
We now consider the cell phone a better creation.
What happens to talk to our friends from home.
Now you are talking while pumping gas at the gas station.
Driving around while talking on the phone.
You don't care about your situation.
Just as long your antenna is not on roaming.
What happen to s.o.s. Communication.
Now we TEX with addiction.
Do not forget about the phoning internet.
Do not forget about the year1876.
SKAT
Categories:
phoning, addiction, encouraging, funny, future,
Form:
Rhyme
~The Ever Lasting Love Of A Child~
You live and still living through thee only love that can last a
whole life time between us,that same love we knew yesterday
when we were born remains with us today, tomorrow, and after
tomorrow.
A love so deep that only you our mother can feel it,as it
Is an unconditional love that has no end,your giving,your
love that knows no boundaries,Its real we feel it in our depth
daily when you are not surrounding us,Its for good,Its not an
illusion mom,because Its pure.
A love which transforms our shadows to experience the
need to stay alive,your existence in our lives will never
fade away,our respect,our missing you allows our tears
to leave traces on our cushions during the night.
That instant love of the moment when we were born Is an
everlasting love,we feel it,our loneliness vanishes,memories
do not seem far away,that reality will always remain in
process of becoming even when aging.
A love without pain this is what you made us feel,a love that
cries out loud even be heard with the rumbling of thunder.
That same love can be felt between electric wires,our phoning
you everyday,its so full of truth so beautiful it feels like
a spiritual love, our beloved mom.
Seconds never pass unaccounted for,you even wipe away
our clouded eyes,that kind of love mom can even predict
our happiness no matter what the outcome of our
coming years would bring.
That same love has so much emotions it illuminates our souls,
its untouchable,immeasurable,unforgettable,it is a reason
for our existence,your love cures our pain even when
too much time has passed away.
Mom, we both your sons will love you,forever an everlasting love.
Sorry Mum we couldn't be with you in person, but our heart
cries out for you, Happy Mothers Day. Your Sons.
Contest for PD. Happy Mothers Day
13/5/2013 (Win No. 8)
Categories:
phoning, children, happy, mom, mum,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I’m too caught up in
your dabs of red and purple
to step back and see
the flowers you claim
to have created.
“It shall be a Masterpiece
worthy of the Louvre,”
but I can’t do anything
except watch you repeatedly dip
the brush in the colors of your lies
and throw them at the canvas.
“I’m painting you, my love.”
I saw your pencil sketches,
but only began to fear
when you began to make them permanent,
dragging oils across my
indistinct image.
Now all I can see is
my reflection in the frame,
squinting, trying to make
sense of it all as
you’re phoning the gallery.
“A Masterpiece,
behold my creation,
the perfection of the form
in divine inspiration!
My colors, my themes,
in perfect combination.”
As though you need them
to define me.
Categories:
phoning, art, love, people,
Form:
Free verse
We received the invitation,
pretty card...and pretty late,
for I need deepest inspiration
to prepare such a debate
between my husband and I:
The cousin's his, and I am shy!
Shy enough to need one year
to decide what I could bear
on my shoulders on that day:
bright red dress or simple grey?
That pretty card came pretty late
And as I stood at our gate,
staring at lovely designs,
I already saw bad signs:
The sky was blue...
My blue dress too !
The garden green...
What should it mean ?
My roses grew
wild tangerine
And I felt more
like a child, crying.
O my, that pretty card was late
I'll have NINE months before the date
To put a colour on my dress
And get my husband say me "Yes !"
O my, that pretty card is late
I better start with the debate
Right now before he leaves his office
I'm phoning him to send a kiss.
Categories:
phoning, wife, husband, husband,
Form:
Burlesque
Seemed too shy-
To articulate
In flash,
She squealed
Beyond phoning:
The business between us-
Is agonizing,
Search for bona fide,
A suitable beloved-
"Pour tous les jours"
Hang around!
Do not kill the whole toy.
Regarding these words
I will answer:
“Long time ago,
I did not think of you.
Initiatory,
I disliked this affair”
Seemed too shy-
“Pour tous les jours”
I’m not the one,
Who dare to ran
After statues,
Asking or crying before –
“You are so precious”
Has been untold -
Where were you?
Falling worthlessness!
And wasting of energy
Seemed too shy -
“Pour tous les jours”
I suppose,
This is your temperament.
You do not have a heart.
Unaware of how passion
Looks like -
…
Few words
For consideration:
“I have never cared”
If you couldn’t dig up the point,
Keep knocking at my door,
I’m going to teach,
Having much time to play –
Toujours…
Holding over
What about the dead?
What about the alive?
What about the rebirth?
Too shy to talk about
***
~By M'hamed Kanour__Email: medkanour@gmail.com~
Categories:
phoning, absence, future, love,
Form:
Free verse
Buzz Words
Journey
Thanks to reality t.v and talent shows
Everybody now seems to talk about
My Journey
I remember when a journey was going somewhere
And reaching out
When did phoning someone
Become reaching out
And Sic mean cool
Sick was what I used to be when I drank to much
Or am I just getting old
And not cool anymore
Categories:
phoning, slam,
Form:
Free verse
(It’s Simply Now) A Matter of When
Verse: I’m phoning up a lawyer, I can’t take this anymore
the whiskey and the women keep pouring out the door
You’re staying out ‘til sunrise, then sleeping in till noon
so you can do your baying by the light of the moon.
Chorus: This can’t go on forever
so I’m through debating whether
Now it’s no longer if!
It’s simply now a matter of when.
Verse: I’d wish you’d turbocharge my bed the way you do your car
Peeling out the driveway, leaving tread marks on the tar
spend the Sabbath watching every pigskin taking flight
If I speak or interrupt you, then I’m picking one more fight.
Chorus: This can’t go on forever
so I’m through debating whether
so it’s no longer if!
It’s simply now a matter of when.
Break: Forgive me Lord for thinking what I know to be a sin
Yet every single day you see the predicament I’m in
Verse: I can’t endure your buddy who shows up here like a slob
to lubricate your liver while I’m dressing for my job
You don’t really need a wife, but you sure could use a keeper
I’m pretty sure that pretty soon you’re meeting with the reaper
Chorus: This can’t go on forever
so I’m through debating whether
so it’s no longer if!
It’s simply now a matter of when.
Break 2: But this man has really driven me right over the edge
Should I end him with a pillow or a twenty pound sledge?
Verse: When you think I’m sleeping and you whisper on the phone
Another night is coming when you’ll leave me all alone
Last night, another hussy, just 21 and married twice
You’ve handing out the sugar while you’re sparing me the spice.
Chorus: This can’t go on forever
so I’m through debating whether
so it’s no longer if!
It’s simply now a matter of when.
(Spoken): MAYBE I’LL DO IT TONIGHT! Finis
Categories:
phoning, divorce, feelings, murder,
Form:
Lyric
I remember the first day my eyes fell on you.
Saying "your beautiful" - before a "thank you" and I blushing smile - you ran off and left me there with nothing else to do.
I remember the day we sat in a tree.
It was the first day we fell inlove, you and me.
We sat there for hours talking about life and its dramas, not knowing the things that's going to harm us.
I remember the night when our first kiss left me weak in the knees.
But with a touch of your hand
you left me there stranded,
not knowing how to handle it
you gave a sweet little giggle
and blew out the candle light.
These memories haunt me every night of every day.
I keep phoning, but you will not answer.
Everything you did to me, doesn't matter.
Only thing I want to have is you with me.
My heart is aching, can't you see?
Everytime I close my eyes,
Everytime I fall asleep,
Everytime I dream of you
I miss you Rosalind
Everytime I hear your name
Everytime I see your face
Everytime I think of you
I realize that I don't want to live without you.
Categories:
phoning, break up, cry, emotions,
Form:
the cock made a call
phoning a clan of mankind
from the top of his hill
day is here our visitor
has come unannounced
let's dance with her
all the same from every
quarter with all manner
of dance-steps yet unknown
Categories:
phoning, adventure,
Form:
I SAW A NICE BEHIND AT WALMART
IS IT YOURS?
That behind isn't a loaner
She walks like she owns it
Don't think of phoning her
She'll turn that behind around
And bend you upside down
Categories:
phoning, friendship, giggle,
Form:
Rhyme
(Friend) "Okay dear. Can you hear?"
(Lady) "Yes. Yes! Of course I'm here!"
(Friend) "Your husband is on to second tee."
(Lady) "No. I haven't had my tea."
(Friend) "What a hit! Woah! Ho! Ho!"
(Lady) "Yes, my garden needs a hoe."
(Friend) "Oh no! You've misheard."
(Lady) "You want a cow? We've got a herd?"
(Friend) "Oh. That'll go down in golfs history books!"
(Lady) "I said cows. We have no bucks!"
(Friend) "Phoning you isn't working, I see."
(Lady) "Who? Who has gone to sea?"
(Friend) "We're not at sea! I'm a golfing peer!"
(Lady) "Aye! Southport has a lovely pier."
(Friend) "I have to go. Here's so and so."
(Lady) "I knit a lot. But do not sew."
(Friend) "Ugh... Don't you have a hearing aid?"
(Lady) "I used to be good at first aid."
(Friend) "My train is here. Bye, bye. Choo! Choo!"
(Lady) "He bit off more than he can chew!"
(Friend) "She sure brings out my fangs and claws!"
(Lady) "My name isn't Mrs. Clause!"
(Friend) "One more word and I'd have turned the air blue."
(Lady) "By patronising me, our chat he blew!"
(Friend) "Don't ever ask me to call your wife again PLEASE!"
(Lady) "Ha! Ha! Ha! I can imagine his pleas!"
Written 7th October 2022
For the "HOMOPHONE" Contest
Sponsor: Hat Bueckert
Categories:
phoning, funny,
Form:
Couplet
Behind every door, you'll find a window
But what you find might not come so simple...
Sudden surprises, split second mistakes
Who's to know what hearts will break
Farfetched ideas, practical jokes
Make-believe, a life ending hoax
Constant moaning, tax collectors phoning
Diseases running rapid, aids even roaming
Children stop growing, with nobody knowing
The world in a spin, while mouths they are foaming
Youth they are zoning, trying to get in and see what is going
But something so wrong, has ended our song
We no longer belong, no one left to be strong
It's like a disease that we can't even seize
So we stay on our knees, always asking God please
Please lend us the keys, to get out and break free
So just maube again, I'll be able to see
Everything that I can, and am needed to be
But to sit here and wait, it has ended our fate
Love it comes second rate, nothing left to now take
It must be some mistake, no more time to shed hate
Or believe what is fake
For now it is time to show love for hope's sake
Categories:
phoning, life, people, social, time,
Form:
It is very dark and cold,
How had I ended up on this desolate road?
I still remembered packing my bags,
I wanted to go home.
Now I am standing here alone,
Waiting for someone to give me a ride,
Why does every car pass me by?
And where is my phone?
I still remembered phoning home,
Talking to mum and dad,
Telling them, I will come home.
He does not want to stop with his affairs.
What am I doing on this road?
Why am I getting so very cold?
My head is throbbing very severe,
My heart is beating very slowly.
Why could nobody see me out here?
I am standing in the middle of the road,
With a heavy suitcase in my hand,
They can obviously see I am stranded
Why could I not remember what happened?
After he enters the room.
Finding me packing my suitcase,
Telling him I am leaving.
I remembered he turned around, exiting the room.
All I heard was a big bang and screaming.
What happened then?
I cannot remember anything.
Mum and dad must be worried,
Wondering where I am.
I want to go home,
I don't want to be on this road alone
What are all these people doing out here?
Ambulance and police cars, looking for something.
Why don’t they see me?
Please I want to go home.
Mum, Dad, why are you here?
Not seeing me standing in front of you?
Why are you two screaming and crying?
Whose body are they carrying?
Did they find it here, on this desolate road?
Mum, dad I am here!
I want to go home.
Categories:
phoning, abuse, betrayal, confusion, dark,
Form:
Rhyme