Best Post Poems
I wish I’d had the courage to ask you
why you treated me so differently to my sibling
You gave her private education at Norland -
yet I did the same course but at the local technical college
You purchased a house for her -
yet I had to save up with my husband to buy our own
You paid for her driving lessons, bought her a car
whilst I had 5 casual jobs and paid for my own
You gave her money on tap
yet I’ve have had to work for everything we own
At the end of the day
you never treated me like I was your daughter.
Since you died …
Mum’s intimated you weren’t my father …
I wish I’d had the courage to ask before you died
NB Neither myself or mum have grieved in the five years since he died - as for my sister I have no idea, as she cut all contact with the family after she inherited part of dad's estate from me and mum.
Norland is a private college in Berkshire - it's where the Royal Nannies come from
awarded poem of the day 9/10/20
awarded trophy 9/29/20
Previously received n/a in courage Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cook
09/09/20
Categories:
post, confusion, father,
Form:
Free verse
A WISH -- In Memory Of
"I Wish"
I wish I could blow air into your little lungs,
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world.
Hold your little body warm,
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....
I wish,
I could look into your daring eyes,
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts!
~~~
O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
~~~
How I wish you could be,
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?
Mostly, I WISH grandma could fix this and make
your mommy feel, the joy she was robbed of.
In memory of my grandson: ---Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013 --- RIP March 25, 2013
----------
by;PD :-(
Categories:
post, angel, baby, death, deep,
Form:
Free verse
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea
With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand
And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more
The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again
You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
~~~~~
Written: Jan 15, 2011
Author: Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest: Let's See
4th Place In - Anything goes contest
In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.
Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on to
pick-up and deliver cargo in the West Indies. Although my time with him was short,
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.
~~~~~
Categories:
post, girl, life, me, sea,
Form:
Quatrain
You all see a romantic couple kissing
I see a lonely lamp post
You all see the blossom of love
I see a fading light
You all see the spring of love
As I see the terror of another lonely night
Categories:
post, beautiful, introspection, loneliness, romance,
Form:
Light Verse
He is my inspiration.
Creator of Life, you are,
We extol your creative wonders.
We stand in awe at your wisdom,
We're compelled to pause and ponder.
Almighty God, you are,
Astonishing displays of your great power.
Your name for us is our shelter,
Our stronghold and our tower.
Sovereign Lord, you are,
Exercising dominion o'er all your creation.
We surrender to your ascendancy,
In unreserved dedication.
Ancient of Days, you are,
As revealed in your own word.
No one surpasses you in excellence,
Your blessings now conferred.
King of Righteousness, you are,
Your statutes and principles you give.
Wholeheartedly we shall obey your laws,
As long as we shall live.
King of Eternity, you are,
From indefinite past, to forever,
We disown ourselves in servitude,
Our resolute endeavor.
Majestic One, you are,
Incomparable in glory and holiness.
Your resplendent magnificence,
Only you possess.
Alpha and Omega, you are,
The beginning and the end.
Because of your great love, we choose,
To be your lifelong friends.
Praised be your holy name!
J ust and righteous is he.
E verlasting, to time indefinite.
H oly to the superlative degree.
O mniscient, all knowing, all wise.
V enerable, worthy of Worship.
A lmighty in power.
H ighly exalted.
John Derek Hamilton
March 22,2021
Original post 2015
Categories:
post, bible, character, christian, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
Beloved
Close thine eyes, come wistful sleep,
I take thy blessed hand In mine.
Memories of night, thy Soul shalt keep,
of Lover's moon and stars that shine.
On balcony this moonlit night,
thy glory, shalt I hold close to me.
Thy wondrous eyes, that shine so bright,
into mine Soul of Love they see.
As I look on thy temple fair,
on the living sun, that Is thy face.
Before me, beauty is standing there,
a woman's beauty, an Angelic face.
A silver light upon us shines,
as thy face, I cup with my hands.
Tonight, blessed Love Is yours and mines
as before us, Love's dream stands
Upon thy lips, Love's kiss I place,
the sweet divine now stands before me.
Here on earth, this Is Heaven's space,
happy In the moonlight with thee.
Here In praise, mine heart doth sing,
in Love's triumph, Passion doth spring
Now, let our Loving hearts take wing,
let us both share the Love we bring.
We stand on a balcony of Love,
put your hands so gently Into mine.
Come, join with me, In the stars above,
where both our Loving hearts shall shine.
Beloved
Close thine eyes, come wistful sleep,
I take thy blessed hand In mine.
Memories of night, thy Soul shalt keep,
of Lover's moon and stars that shine
Categories:
post, love,
Form:
Rhyme
‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree
Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy
For it was - very plain to see
She was - by far - more beautiful than me
She spoke - with colored words - like rainbows
Spun with threads of gold
As she described the man she loved
With all her heart and soul
She told me - of his beauty
Raven hair and eyes of green
And as she talked - he appeared - before me
As in a - living dream
She told me - how she met him
On the Shore of Evermore
There in the fields - above the cliffs
Amid the mist - an ocean roar
She told me how - with their first kiss
He carried her away
As he poured his love - into her soul
There - so high above - that wind-swept bay
With Heaven - but a breath away
Her words - like magic - in that moment
Cast a spell on me
For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love
With Cannon Lee
I longed to feel his breath
His lips upon my velvet skin
I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts
That now burned - so deep within
So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave
And turned her back on me
I dug my thorns into her wrist
And sealed - my evil deed
My jealousy - now turned to poison
Ran quickly through her veins
And as she tried - to pry me loose
I clawed her - once again
"Tainted blood" - is what they say
Stole his love away
And that is how - I came to be here
On these cliffs today.
So tenderly - he holds me now
And finally kisses me
As his tears - fall on my open petals
And trickle - down my leaves
Then - from his lips - there comes a cry
Of such despair - it cracks the sky
“ My darling - my love - my life
Why did you have to die?”
And here so high - above these cliffs
These cliffs of ‘Evermore’
I hear her name - resounding - above the ocean roar
‘Rose Marie’ - ‘Rose Marie’
As he cast me - with a final kiss
Into the raging sea.
~~~
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Categories:
post, heart, jealousy, love, me,
Form:
Personification
Sorry I cant change
20 years old, time to die
mum moved the mountain
Entered in "Any poem you want to write 50 words or less" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
post, depression,
Form:
Haiku
Happy to be here
Is there someone you know,
who's dark days only grow,
And they can't say, they're happy to be here
When a bright, new day breaks,
but, they're afraid to awake,
And they won't say they're happy to be here
refrain
And they can't say they're happy to be here
There's a rainbow, it's true,
it's color's, fading hues,
And they can't find any joy in living
And a bird when it sings,
doesn't mean anything,
There's no meaning in their song of beauty
Bridge
ooh and I feel bad for them......
ooh and I feel bad for them......
And their friends, family,
just want them to be free,
but their thoughts, keep them enchained, in prison
When their hands and their feet,
have been bound endlessly,
and their only companion is sorrow
And a new day is born,
but they feel so forlorn,
and the echoes just bellow with laughter
refrain
And they can't say their happy to be here
Bridge
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them
Every day is a task,
so they put on new masks,
so that no one can see, they've been crying
Like the tears of a clown,
when no one else is around,
How can anyone know what they're feeling?
Bridge
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them
And they say there's a pill,
but they haven't got the will,
they say no pill, can fill, all that's empty
So they live day to day,
and they kneel down and pray
Please forgive me, dear God, for what I'm thinking
Bridge
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them
So you go the next day,
want to wipe their tears away,
but, you get there, too late, to save them
Bridge
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them
They...
just...
couldn't...
say...
they're...
happy...
to...
be...
here!
John Derek Hamilton
September 06,2016
revised and reposted
December 25,2019
Categories:
post, depression, feelings, leaving, loneliness,
Form:
Lyric
POST HALLOWEEN
I’m a talkin’ bout them trick-er-treeters last night!
Dang kids cum up on tha porch –
Cum by the bus-loads
Up on tha dang porch!
“Trick er treet!”
Them dang squealee little voices!
Don’t trust none on ‘em
While maw’s a passin’ out nuts ‘n apples ‘n candee ‘n
stuff
I’m ridin’ shotgun a sittin’ on tha porch swing
I’m talkin’ bout a genyouwine 12 gage babee!
Oh it’s not a couple extree candees i’m wurreed bout
It’s them dang Jones twins
Honriest kids ever
An ya caint tell ‘em with the masks ‘n all
Weel tha brats knowed some better ‘n ta come
beggin’ on our porch last night
but this mawrnin whin I waked up look out tha winder
At first I thunk it snowed durin’ tha night
Nope!
Twas a charmin sight
Bout fifty rolls
Categories:
post, funny
Form:
Narrative
The devil’s dry fields
dirt farm, not much yields
damn sun
one forlorn tree shields
Texas battlefields
the one
recline that appeals
low water reveals
not done
no reprieve day’s sun
no wind, land barren
poor crop
windmill slow to run
water still and dun
well drop
worn clothes overdone
unbleached and homespun
no fop
dry, dingy sweatshop
broken fence post prop
damn sun
blind heat nonstop
a silent eavesdrop
poor crop
bleeding fingers mop
hellish spinning top
Grandma
Categories:
post, earth, environment, farm, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Post Mortem by David Lustrup 2011
Here I lay....dead
Icy ,black, thick blood, motionless in my veins
Yet i see from my eyes.
Numbness, this world of grey.
I hear the sound of birds wings--scratching, fluttering, playing in reverse.
I lay in rigor, the world goes by in scattered frames.
And the sound is out of sync.
Deafening silence. The icy chill in these bladed raindrops.
I feel them hit my naked lifeless body like anvils,
As I lie cold and dead in this freezing grave of your absence.
Categories:
post, deep, depression, feelings, girlfriend,
Form:
Children have gone, house settling down;
sitting and sifting through memories found.
How quickly life passes--a grandma now
I wish I could reverse the clock somehow.
I didn't know how quickly they would grow
into their own lives--a world I don't know.
November 28, 2021
Bite Size Poem No. 28 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
First Place!
Categories:
post, appreciation, celebration, child, future,
Form:
Couplet
( after Sachida's after the war)
There will be war, in fact, there have always been wars,
and will continue.
Wars satisfy us.
Our nasty muscles move in festive workouts,
when there is war; in hearts, minds and on tongues.
We suffer from cerebral indigestion, when deprived of
wars.
The other day, the day after his son's birthday celebrations,
with exploding music and drunken noise, which lasted
till wee hours of the night, my neighbor, somehow,
managed to transfer his frustrations upon me by littering
my backyard lawn with empty beer cans; probably
thrown over the barbed wire fence, by reveling guests
of his punk-offspring.
My dog, Snow, barked at the strange garbage with unsual
agitation.
It sensed an arrogant invasion on its fond green grass.
I too was gravely provoked and felt the need to wage
a war.
Thus, I skipped breakfast and waited for his emergence,
pacing on my courtyard in furious strides while my eyes remained glued to his front door, all throughout that sunny winter morning.
What followed next, I choose not to reproduce.
It was a war, of words, we prefer not to engage in
front of the children.
Ants crossed borders, everyday, in their tiny lifetimes.
But wage no war with termites, earthworms and roots.
They simply tolerate each other's organic aspirations.
Why do we have this genetic longings of counting corpses,
fallen chariots and diffused bombs.
Even as the good books cry for love and peace, while their
revered middlemen conspire with rulers and falsify faiths,
we are eternally charged for wars, until
nothingness will prevail in memories of ruins and ashes,
where poetry will lament with silent screams.
Categories:
post, 4th grade, addiction, age,
Form:
We called the police
but no one came
We tried 9-1-1
it wasn't the same
We placed a request
for a social psychologist
Who showed up
a part-time mixologist
She surveyed the scene
Five shot, four dead
Mixed some bloody Marys
Then gagged and fled
Next morning we called City Hall
to report the night's crimes
The phone answered by a Ms. Regal
who told us now everything's legal
We drank our coffee, stunned and confused
walked down the street where bullies abused
Poor little kids who were walking to school
where kids pack heat and break all the rules
We finally decided, eough is enough
without the police, lifes's just too tough
The neighborhood crawls now with all kinds of smack
but we're stuck here forever, 'cos our car got hijacked
Categories:
post, bullying, change, death, hope,
Form:
Rhyme