Best Postpone Poems
Just for a day I'd hide the clock,
And in my bamboo rocking chair,
I’d gently rock and rock,
I’d pay no mind to what others might have to say.
Each minute of this day, I'd do things
in my own way.
I wouldn’t take or make a single call,
I'd turn my phone off and leave it way
down the hall,
I'd go back to an old-fashioned way,
Writing letters to convey what I had to say.
I'd feed the koi in the garden pond.
And watch them dance and play.
Beside the jasmine blooms, upon the
soft grass, I’d lie,
With eyes closed I’d make a wish for chaos to pass me by.
Chaos would never say goodbye and
so I mustn’t delay,
Just for a day I would take back
freedom, come what may.
I’d gather the dreams silently waiting
by the doorway,
And never postpone enjoyment
for a far-off day.
And from the great, big blue sky,
I’d grab my piece of blue before
the pond runs dry.
by Zyrool
7/26
TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS
Have I met trouble when I met your ocean eyes
for beneath that steady gaze, I reach the highest sky?
Slothful moon turned grey, so the stars: tired and pale
when I behold your white angelic grace. . .
Distant and unfamiliar you may seem,
I wasn't afraid to run, run and catch your gleam
without a guarantee of us becoming one,
still, I pursue to behold you, my woman.
I am no Romeo nor you are not Juliet
but allow me to prove, I love immaculate...
Hundred miles and hundred days we may separate,
yonder, seasons change, my heart to you, I dedicate.
Overseas, each time the ship reach the shore,
immediately like thunder, I trip to the door
for me to send my love letter or find a phone
excited I am, the opportunity, I don't postpone!
Pity at that time, no internet or cellphones yet
so the instant a signal peeps, it's you, I first check.
My ears blush and so I am in fever love
each time our exchange of thoughts began.
Then again while we talk, sometimes, the signal fret,
or without proper warning our chats end to wreck.
Coins gone and so time on shore is done, again I want to dial
My sunshine smile not turning to the river Nile...
My heart on somersaults when they hand me your letter
like a little boy with his favorite toy, I keep it near my chest
awhile I am on reversed cardiac arrest, I confess.
Winter feeling I have blown and within is a summer weather,
ten months or a year in the middle of the sea
with only your letters and photo I kiss, I, in jubilee!
Years passed, I came home and I search your address,
my intentions of wanting to marry you, I will express.
Your parents, unsure of me, they probe too much.
How many women I touched-- I gone to bed with
for am a sailor, they thought to any girl I resort,
I was stunned but I remain calm and quiet
as I know myself, loyal to you and no one else.
I tried to woo them and prove, my only love is you.
God must have blessed us-- as their stone heart melt,
a year later, my dream of being your husband came true.
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©O. E. Guillermo
07:42 pm, January 19, 2015
Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost
when placed too nonchalantly on a list,
and somehow off that list it just gets crossed!
How sad to realize the good you’ve missed!
Great chances must be grabbed! They rarely wait.
Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost.
The wise man takes each chance that comes his way.
Procrastinators see their chance get tossed!
Some stick with what they know, but at what cost?
Suppose new treatments could postpone your death.
Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost.
Regret could haunt you to your dying breath.
An island holiday you do not take
when it is offered. So you wake to frost
outside your window on your late fall break.
Sweet opportunity is sometimes lost!
Oct. 29, 2016 for the Opportunity Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Restless nights and guarded days
chastise a heart that has strayed.
And vowing to mend your ways
past sins, await penance paid.
As the months morph into years,
pressures build, as nerves get raw.
And laden with fears and tears,
fantasies and dreams withdraw.
Empty lies shadow your past:
cast by promises pending.
And the years slip by so fast
that you fear your time's ending.
When trust is left to fate's whim
forever friendships break.
While passion's flame grows so dim,
Hope can't see past the heartache.
O'er the years, time's fabric frays,
failing to postpone old age.
And you're running out of days,
till you must exit life's stage.
Oh souls that brave All Hallow's moon
whose shadowed face would bid us swoon.
We stare upon your ghostly veil
a-flight on twilight's empty trail.
And yet, we delve where darkness daunts
to fathom mystery, know what haunts
our souls when comes October-tide,
where fear and anguish both abide.
Each hidden passage, road or rill
we spy while walking makes us chill.
Gray shadow wings on ghostlike trees
make heart and footsteps quickly freeze.
All pathways lead where horrors thrill.
The heart is numbed as is our will.
Frail steps draw close toward the lair
where phantom talons might ensnare.
How long until we're safely home
free of this mental catacomb?
These questions spin within our head
as we trek fully gripped by dread.
How do souls flee such grievous fright?
Oh moon, postpone our dreadful plight.
Deliver us to warmth and home
from black enigmas in the gloam.
Darkness falls blood swept fields today
Haunting sounds come from shattered bone
Stench floats, hangs from bodies decay
and cries are heard in fields of stone
Terrified men will turn to clay
Anguished faces that have no name
They are stepped on as they moan
No questions asked or feeling shame
Moonlight filters trees burned away
Hearts turn cold while fatigue has shown
Blood sticks to boots from the footway
Each man apart feeling alone
Sees his name on a gravestone stay
From this wanted war that they blame
As some scream out from deaths they own
No questions asked or feeling shame
Army of men cry from the frey
and hear whispered sounds, dead men groan
The cursed memories they will weigh
Men curl in darkness, fear has grown
They had to pass through hell's archway
and found no heros or acclaim
Only meadows of death they've sown
No questions asked or feeling shame
The anger comes, they can't postpone
Dead men's faces fill their mind's frame
Their nightmares now will set the tone
No questions asked or feeling shame
I changed ABABBCBC to ABABACBC
contest Ballade
4/28/15
I sadly reminisce of bygone days;
when you and I, united, made our stand.
We faced the world as brothers in a blaze,
and fought our frequent battles hand in hand.
And, oh, those summer nights were such a blast;
we raised our mugs in tribute all night long;
imbibed with friends until the dark had passed;
we wooed the women with seductive song.
But you, my friend, you slowly slipped away,
and left me here to face life on my own,
But why, my friend, could you not longer stay;
allowing me this aging to postpone.
Alas, the time is now to face the truth;
that gone forever is my dear friend Youth.
A profound urge to come home.
Some invisible force is making its, presence known.
I must act.
I cannot ignore this any longer,
I fear that if I postpone my journey,
I will be torn apart and discarded.
This entity has taken my sleep,
It continues to take my mind.
This all consuming force,
Will not be my undoing or unwind.
I shall leave at the lonesome hour, Maneuvering through the shadows,
Like a scavenger,
I've become lower than the rats,
That play at such late hours.
A perilous journey it may be,
For there is a great distance,
Between me and the sea.
Perseverance will overcome,
By the next full moon,
I'll be home.
R.K.H
Waltz of Love and Time.
In the fervor of of life, love can go unseen, unheard, unspoken.
Dark places become our mind's dwellings, the silence dreaded and unbroken.
A prison of our own construction, and built of pain and suffering
All to easy does it become, in those times, to forget the ones offering.
The ones whose very presence heals your soul, embracing and protecting.
A love that is pure and undying, something that needs no perfecting
In this love you must rejoice. Have faith and dwell not in the darkness.
For in this love is given the true meaning of life: Peace ,in love, is harnessed.
Like fire handed down by Prometheus, respected and revered.
The gift that must be tended. To your loved ones draw near.
For time is fickle, events unpredictable, our time on earth unknown.
Make precious those moments, each second a gem, in the life we cannot postpone.
Whispering leaves, summer breeze,
A time to postpone all destinies.
In crimson gown, she's on the town,
'Til the dark eyes go slowly down.
Leaving memories of the golden hours,
Laughing children in leafy bowers;
The sunny noon, with the robin's tune,
And the feverish blossoms aswoon!
But, a time comes for the surrender,
When there's nothing more to render;
And where the bluebirds I have known?
It's fate sometimes to stand alone.
In the languid, violet, creeping chill,
Night embraced before, embraces still.
Palest moon, when the stars are out,
Peace is what these moments are about!
As the ghost of day goes his weary way,
To return again through another doorway.
But, for now, he just bids his goodbye,
To the glowing, lovely ruby of the sky!
The flat evening
In the bowl
In the swing
Absolute control
In the sky
The gray air
A little shy
The white hair
In the morning
The beta blocker
In the evening
The scripture and prayer
The river was tranquil
Neither the ripples nor the whistles
The chest peaceful
No fractions and decimals
Suddenly the gale
A blue blast
The prayer is frail
Begins the glasnost
In the dead soil
Fresh green poetry
The cup of turmoil
The struggling two and three
The charm is infectious
The music so supple
The Aphrodite of Cyprus
Drives away the camel
The control is contaminated
The germ is inexorable
With the blood gets blended
The pink poison granules
We postpone the starlight
The wine glasses calling
The summits of the highlights
In the waft of the spring
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April 7, 2018
Contamination - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
What is love really all about?
Is it a choice or planned in our route?
It seems to be what most of us our searching for,
We feel we need someone to make our life more.
Afraid we will grow old and alone,
Some will hurry to get married no time to postpone.
Then they find out they made a bad choice,
When they can't seem to talk without someone raising there voice.
So they end it and start over back to square one,
Feeling like they failed and like love is just not that fun.
Then sometimes we find the one we can't live without,
Even when things get bad and they begin to shout.
But are they really happy or just holding on to hope,
That things will get better and they don't want to cope?
I think as long as you never lose faith and always stay true,
Things will get better even if it's with someone new.
And maybe we should not rush or constantly worry.
Just have faith and see what is next in your story.
It might be something you thought would never happen to you,
But it was just what made you happy even if it doesn't end with I do.
I have faith our creator knows just what we need,
To help us along our path to succeed.
And Love is a choice you make everyday,
So don't allow fear of hurt to get in your way.
Remember no matter what happens right now,
It is what's right for you even if you don't take a vow.
And it may not be a person that love is about,
It might be a choice we should make without doubt.
If you always choose love in all that you do.
Then you will find exactly what love is to you.
PERHAPS, A POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Contest Judged: 9/25/2025 8:50:00 AM
( 14th Place )
Perhaps the wind will turn today,
or perhaps it will drifts elsewhere,
keeping the echoes of what we never said
if quiet were not already there...
Perhaps the rain will choose to fall,
or perhaps it will hold its tears,
leaving the streets unkissed and all
our waiting hearts postpone in years.
Perhaps I saw your smile at sunrise,
or perhaps the night was weaving deceptions;
perhaps what is gone still lingers
and perhaps we gather more than we notice.
Perhaps, my words are not enough,
yet still I write, in quiet prose...
for perhaps a poem is just this:
a maybe that nobody knows.
Some attend church to be seen, and wear their new clothes,
While others sit on their pew and silently doze.
During the service a few will check their cell phone,
With messages they just can’t seem to postpone.
Some men darken the church door out of fear,
Because if they don’t their spouse won’t let them near.
There are those that go to church because it is fun,
They like to see their friends, and talk to everyone.
Music lovers go to church because they love to sing,
And others wait for the sermon the preacher will bring.
Whatever your reason, God is watching from above.
He knows your true heart, and is full of love.
I've been told that I have a chronic case of procrastination,
But I simply pace myself giving things careful consideration!
Ain't no use rushing into things that I can possibly delay.
I'll just take it easy and get around tuit some other day!
The car needs washing and I really need to mow the lawn,
But relaxing in the hammock has had priority since early dawn.
I suppose I should clean the garage but that'll have to wait.
I'll get around tuit - I'll postpone it 'til a later date!
The windows need a thorough washing inside and out.
The leaves should be removed from the drainage spout.
I've been meaning to clean and rearrange the attic.
I'll get around tuit - with such things I must be pragmatic!
The shrubs and trees could really use a trimming,
But 'tis such a lovely day to hit the beach for swimming!
I don't want to think about the fence that needs painting.
I'll get around tuit, unless my spouse starts berating!
For years the doc has wanted me to shed some weight,
Or an early doom will certainly be my fate.
Alas, I just can't diet when it comes right down to it,
But I reckon in this matter 'tis best that I get around tuit!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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