Best Pm Poems
A PM fairy's busy this year,
Bringing souper's some much needed cheer
Check if you have a star
A kind gift from afar
No doubt you're grinning from ear to ear!
1/07/20
Gradually she changes her dress
at the end of this winter day
like a beautiful stage actress
preparing herself for a play.
At the end of this winter day
City of Joy as she is called
preparing herself for a play
diamond petals slowly unfurled.
City of Joy as she is called
wearing her glittering ornaments
diamond petals slowly unfurled
blooming like a rose God sent.
Wearing her glittering ornaments
anklet to bracelet of lights
blooming like a rose God sent
waiting for visitors of night.
Anklet to bracelet of lights
Howrah Bridge is her necklace
waiting for visitors of night
checks her face on the Ganges.
Howrah Bridge is her necklace
like a beautiful stage actress
checks her face on the Ganges
gradually she changes her dress.
© kash poet 2012
**Click on "About this poem" to see her necklace,The Howrah Bridge
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Placement:5th ;(January 2012)
Contest:City Lights
Sponsor:Debi Guzzie
flits on fairy green wings
sits atop my river of dreams
sings & enchants me
tearing torn flesh from my seams
feeding this flood
a unique pattern to rhythm
a blood-fed schism
quenched
by low breaths in the lightess morning
THE DEVIL HIMSELF AND "ALL OF THOSE WHO FOLLOW HIM ARE "CAST" INTO "THE REAL LAKE OF FIRE EVERYDAY" !!!! IT HAPPENS AT "MID-DAY"!!!! DO YOU WAN TO WIN? YOU CAN WIN DURING "MID-DAY" WHEN THE DEVIL HIMSELF IS CAST INTO "THE LAKE OF FIRE" AND ALL OF THOSE WHO WORSHIP THE DEVIL,AND THEY CANNOT STOP US FROM WINNING "THE MONEY" FROM 11:00 AM UNTIL 2:00 PM BECAUSE THOSE WHO ARE "THE DEVILS CHILDREN WILL BE IN "THE LAKE OF FIRE EVERYDAY FROM 11:00 AM UNTIL 2:00 PM AND THEN WE WILL WIN "THE MONEY" THAT THEY WANT TO WIN" !!!! THE DEVILS CHILDREN WILL SOON END,AND IT WILL BE AT MID-DAY WHEN "THEY ALL ARE IN THE "LAKE OF FIRE" TO FULLFILL "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY'S HOLY DESIRE!!!...............
Proverbs 24:3-4
By wisdom a house is built and through understanding is established,
through knowledge is rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.
Treasures of Wisdom
Attain knowledge to understand yourself and wisdom will fill your life with
treasures.
10/24/19
'Proverbial Monoku' Contest by Carol Connell
A lot can happen in a minute.
A sudden epiphany,
A revelation.
Opening doors,
A realization.
Fresh starts,
Beating hearts.
Good luck,
Tearing apart.
A lot can happen in a minute.
Form:
6am, I'm still not sleeping
Trippin in my mind
Can hear my thoughts grind
Wondering how high the problems will mount
Time keeps goin by, it's the hours I count
10am, still awake
my mind I can't make
these thoughts I can't shake
Till I make a decision
On what to do,
If u only knew
Goin into the night again and I'm still not sleeping
Yall don't know the real meaning of am/pm
daylight fading
nineseventeen pm
hedgehogs feeding
light holds
nineseventeen pm
horizon glows
a blackbird sings
nineseventeen pm
good night
houses lighting up
nineseventeen pm
days still lengthening
croaking frogs a splash
nineseventeen pm
Basho comes to mind
evening beckons bats
nineseventeen pm
the gardeners' friends
sat by the pond
nineseventeen pm
mosquitoes feasting
hot and humid
nineseventeen pm
sleeping naked
the garden buzzing
nineseventeen pm
june bugs make a show
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nineseventeenPM Poetry Contest - Sponsored by John Lawless
19th June 2018
haikai - May refer in both Japanese and English to haikai no renga (renku), a popular genre of Japanese linked verse, which developed in the sixteenth century out of the earlier aristocratic renga.
PM Boris Johnson wrestles with bad hair days, but he doesn't seem to care!
Would some kind soul lend the bloke a comb and brush to tame his tousled hair!
Five PM - A Jungle
Tires screeching,
Fan belts squealing,
Bumper to bumper,
Crawling like snails,
Horns blaring,
Engines raring,
Poison spewing,
Tempers flaring,
People Swearing,
Sweat dripping,
Predators on the loose,
Darting in and out,
Running traffic lights,
Scurrying here and there,
Police in hibernation,
Five PM - It's a Jungle!
Form:
There's a mountain to climb that’s for sure,
to get from this state of being poor.
Will our country still bleed
as we follow the lead
of a man who’s not done this before?
for Carolyn Devonshire's 'Follower or Leader' contest.
Last 11:11 of the year,
and I wished
for you.
-J.T.A.
Lying in bed, the light of my computer bright
against the still images slowly changing on the silent TV across the room.
Despoiling the image,
nine seventeen, pm
stands out on the bottom of the screen.
My tired head resting from the day's turmoil, unthinking,
unfocused.
In front of me I find myself back on some poetry page.
It appears to be a contest.
Yeah, me writing poetry, much less entering a contest,
what a joke.
I reach over and slip my headphones on,
“All I Ask of You,” from Phantom of the Opera is playing.
The room is dark. The room is quiet.
In the dimness on the wall in front of me
I glimpse a surreal painting my daughter painted.
The lower portion, that of a young woman,
changing to trees and clouds and blue sky.
No eyes to see.
The images imagined in her mind.
In the dimness the homemade gesso,
creating Bas-relief against the canvas, is imagined in mine.
The dark wooden frame stands stark against the rose grey wall,
the matted canvas surrounded by white.
Only sixteen and able to create such
mystery, such allure.
Ellen Greene,
“Stop and See Me,”
such sadness and longing in her voice.
Her giclee print smiling at me to my right, she was eight,
her older sister's, at age three, frames the large window.
Strong and independent, she makes me so proud.
She will likely be moving out soon.
I don't want to think about that.
“Run Away with Me,” Michael Arden,
I lose myself in the music,
“Evermore,” from Beauty and the Beast
(the Josh Groben version).
Loud and all encompassing,
surrounding me in another world,
letting free my emotions, calming my mood,
“I Dreamed a Dream,” Ramin Karimloo,
what's that sound?
I remove my headphones.
It's the dog.
OK, Oliver, I'll take you out.
I turn off the music.
On the screen I see
eleven forty-six, pm.
So much work I've neglected for tomorrow.
07/07/2018
If I had the courage maybe life would give me alternatives
It's a day under the night and it all makes sense so suddenly
I wish I knew this before crushing my destiny into pieces
I chose the edge of the sword and it's swallowing me whole
Please tell me it's all a dream that I will survive as soon as I wake up
My love is crushed and shadows cast upon me
I need a time machine an eraser of all my faults for the glory of me and the prosperity of my kind
The lords in heaven know the truth and they deserve the pain not me not me
They spat at Him
Lead Him to His grave
Nailed Him to a cross
All though it was lost
This man whom was once the babe
Birth in the town of Bethlehem
He whom came down from the right hand of God
To become physically mentally akin to man
To live a sinless life unlike Adam did
Jesus up on that cross
Volunteer His life for us
He choose Himself
To be a living testament
Poked in His sided, blood ran red
Turned into vinegar and water
Woven rose crown of thorns
blood running down forehead
Our Lord hung until He died
A soldier pierce Him in His side
It's now 2:58 pm on Good Friday
And as like a solar eclipse
The skies are darken
As the Christ our Lord and Savior
Gives up the ghost, for all the saved and lost
Birth in the town of Bethlehem
He whom came down from the right hand of God
To become physically mentally akin to man
To live a sinless life unlike Adam did
It's now 3:00 pm- Good Friday
Now you may wonder why we humans call this day
Good Friday
It's a good day because He's not dead He rose this day
3/30/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©