Best Precious Poems
My mother's voice,
is the sweetest symphony -
when life becomes troublesome,
soothes like an orchestra of angels.
When there is darkness,
becomes a beacon of light,
guiding when tides are turbulent,
healing like a meticulous nurse.
My mother is my identity,
her love is my poetry,
yet the pen can never justify,
the magnificence of her mothering.
My mother is my most precious gift,
as affectionate as tranquil nature,
as delicate and fragrant like Jasmine,
an enchanted lullaby, only my heart feels.
Silent One
30 March 2019
Sunday 31 March, is mother's day here in the UK.
Nothing in this world as precious as a mother, I wish every mum
a beautiful day...
Your Look of Precious Love
Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest,
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove,
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above.
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!
When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 05, 2014 (Petrarchan Sonnet)
Lovingly Dedicated to My Closest Friend, My Mother
My loving friend can caress cares away.
With simple gestures meant to pleasure sway,
She turns my smile upright and firms its stay.
Such kindness meets my same, I do oft pray.
As balm she soothes incurred hurt, ache and pain.
Together, life’s rude battles lose their strain
As handled by our combined wit and brain.
I hope her loving light will never wane.
She matters so much to my fragile heart
That I view her as my dear counterpart.
We sometimes separate, but never part.
I love her laughter, value her brain-smart.
We grow and change like season’s nature hues.
With candor we explore life’s many clues,
And, God knows, we both paid quite hefty dues.
As precious gift, our friendship joys accrue.
What she may need, I pray to aptly grant.
What dims her joy, I strive to best supplant.
What hurts her feelings, I seek to decant.
What her heart wants, becomes my own heart’s chant.
God/Jesus
Loving, Good
Saving, Blessing, Guiding
King, Lord of Lords, Savior, Creator
Teaching, Leading, Fishing
Powerful, Almighty
Father
Father
strong, industrious
building , directing , sacrificing
family head, director, leader, manager
hardworking, supporting
courageous, patient
Mother
Mother
caring, kind
nursing , assisting, guiding
teacher, adviser, counselor, caregiver,
leading, molding, supervising
tender, understanding
friend
Friend
loyal, warm
brothers, sisters
giving unconditional love
whom we can hold on to and trust,
so,love and honor your father and mother
one of the commandments
of God
Above are precious diamonds and gifts of love,
Safely kept in my diamante- poem treasure box.
August 18,2012
First Place
Contest: Diamante
Judged: 11/13/13
Sponsor: Poet Dr. Ram Mehta
Every moment of life has meaning divine
Craft them with love, cherish your time
Remember the past but don't dwell within
for it is here, it is now that joy begins.
There is truth, there is balance in all that we see
from things left unsaid to leaves on a tree.
Let gentle soft rivers flow through your mind.
Treasure each heartbeat, try to be kind.
Be truthful and honest in all that you do.
Pain caused to others one day returns to you.
Tree branches bend from the wind blowing.
Actions have effects, ours seldom knowing.
Reach for the sunlight, enjoy the view.
Love freely given, each second is new.
The soul is a vessel, true love it can make.
In each precious moment, give more than you take.
Single moments in time can shape history.
Create happiness or cause misery.
A morsel of food to a mouth full of hunger
Lives lived with regret, wish to be younger.
Each moment that passes cannot be returned.
Move forward, live fully with all that you've learned.
Time before us, blank canvas to paint
That which is past becomes cloudy and faint.
Life is now. Life is here.
Live, love and laugh, hold it so dear.
Cherry wood accents, glass entombed
precious moments captured, enshrined
antique curio cabinet, bring me back in time
that porcelain doll, great gram's pearl
painted piercing eyes still reflecting her love
thoughts of Mimi, now in heaven above
that vintage mantle clock, octagonal design
all the years sitting on Dad's desk,
can't remember the last time it ticked,
but I still recall the nights watching you hard at work
sitting and pondering over a pile of bills and letters
oh how those days were so much better
there are many different figurines and collector plates
I can't even recall what they are there for
But there is one picture I just can't get past
I often stop and just stare
wishing you were still here
the little playful smile
always lighting up a room when you walked in
those deep caramel eyes, able look past all the smoke and mirrors
deep into someone's soul
oh how I long to hold
oh how I long to feel
oh how I long to be
be one with you again
My flower, my precious one
My flower, my precious one
of drifting sunrise and
honeysuckle bloom,
to know your love
is to dream euphoric splendor
amidst dawning shimmers
in morning glory whispers
wafting upon apricot heavens,
to breathe effervescent breezes
flowing across windswept
fields of sunflower petals beneath
enchanting blue skies wishes,
to float endlessly
beyond northern borders and
wavering horizons
of a desperate distant longing . . .
My flower, my precious one,
to know your love
is to know that each new day exists
for only you and me
Good morning Soupers
They are most precious gems you can possess
They cannot be brought in any jewellers shop
They are more valuable than platinum
They are more rare than flawless D grade diamonds
They shine in your life like 18 carat gold
They are unique
They are special
They are priceless
They are …
True friends
11~18~14
Contest: Precious Stones and Gems
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Precious Preemie (Alouette)
Precious little lass
Time will come to pass
When your preemie days have gone.
As spring flowers bloom
You'll be blooming soon
As you grow with every dawn.
Mommy loves you so
Daddy too I know
That you'll grow up sweet and strong.
Two pounds and a half...
When we hear you laugh
It sounds like a joyous song.
You were meant to be
In this family
By Divine love we were blessed.
Hearts are full of cheer
Now that you are here,
Darling angel get some rest.
It is very clear
Grammy lingers near
Just to hold you in her arms.
You are growing fast
And soon at long last
She will know your loving charms.
4-5-20
The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b
The form name is a French word meaning 'skylark' or larks that fly high, the association to the lark's song being appropriate for the musical quality of this form. The word 'alouette' can also mean a children's song (usually sung in a group), and although this poetry form is not necessarily for children's poetry (but can be applied that way), it is reminiscent of that style of short lines. Preference for the meter accent is on the third syllable of each line.
A smile
A hug
Friendship
Giving freely of your time
Love
These small things cost you nothing
But can mean the world to another person
They truly are precious gifts
11~26~14
Contest:- Small Gifts
Sponsor: Brian Johnston
"To The Moon And Back"
Once, in a blue moon, true love comes along
Surpassing all limits...growing so strong...
That each beating heart breathes in, the same song.
I found such a love...the night I met you...
The stars whispered to me, "This love is true!
For you, there is nothing, he would not do."
Each time I asked you to lasso the moon
And take us both there, to sit, while we spoon
Within its crest...in a place you had hewn
Aloft on a cloud...that rope made whack.
We said, "I love you to the moon and back!"
With our hands entwined...this love would not slack.
We loved with our heart and soul...and we knew
Love's Eternal...even when gone from view...
Gazing at the moon, I see...me and you.
3.2.2017©deborah burch
Note:
Final verse not entered d/t confines of length:)
Precious moments...are these. I hold them dear
Looking not for stars...when the moon's so near
Your reflection sparkles in every tear.
Yonder light of moon-kissed rays
on blessed breeze you lie
under cover of the milky way
reach out to every cusp of sky
Moon my precious moon
open your wings
open your gilded wings
now and evermore
Shine your sultry soul
here into mine
into the loneliness of dusk
near thee enter upon me
endless glows of your
sacred smile
Fly high moon my precious moon
over my wayward path
reigning me home
Mysterious lady let this butterfly dance
effortlessly in the glint of your romance
Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All
When young, life was full of joy and great thrills
I recall that was how happiness feels,
a new toy a trip to the nearby park
birds singing, magical flight of a stark.
Ice cream served on a sweltering hot day
out of classroom watching a new school play,
Majestic day fishing, feet in the pond
our favorite movies, we were so fond!
Growing up, tremendous change had to come
too oft heartache became the rule of thumb,
Love gave its kiss and even sorrow too
in its realm, sweetest of desserts were new.
With such beauty and deep satisfaction
sometimes came the opposite reaction
truest of our sweet love, was denied-rejected
in pain hurt, we felt our soul was neglected!
In living through life, its good* and its bad
if wise, we could find depth of what we had,
love and sorrow are both needed to grow
happiness found, oft sorrow comes in tow.
Treasures great and small are in youthful past
best we embrace it and not run too fast
Through it all family, love matters most
without that, time was no more than burnt toast!
Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2018
Poet's Note: On July 10th, 1978, a most beautiful and very precious soul that I loved so very true and deeply died in a car crash. Her death almost completely destroyed me and this is the first time I have ever mustered up the courage to write a poem about it. She was its " good *", - its greatest beauty* at that time in my life, its most - precious all*....
For 40 long years, I could not find the courage to sit to write this tribute to the memory of her sweet and kind soul.
I have now found such, because "family and love matters most", and I am now truly blessed with such a God given gift....
Life Is So Precious And For It One Must Fight
When heart has been crushed, sorrow is all one knows
Pain becomes crushing, world delivers constant blows
Even dawn its glory, wavers and fails to shine
Grapes are withered, falling from a dying vine
Soul looks to Heaven, begs fervently for release
Even in ones sleep at night found is no sought peace
Lost into a darkened wilderness- alone
Searching for answers and away all hope has flown
There in the distance a bright beacon sends its note
Love saves the drowning, as once, an old poet wrote.
When seeking, always look towards the waiting light.
Life is so precious and for it one must fight.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2022
As I have and I presume most of you have as well
Had at some point in our life time
Had to experience loss and death
And a Silent muse just posed the question
I am now about to ask of you to
Given that there is no good way to die
But that death is how we all meet our end
Then on which side of this decision do you fall
A sudden death in an instant
One moment here the next you are gone
Maybe perhaps wall alone with no one there
Never having said or got to make you peace
Or being given say six months to live
Ever slowly slipping fading away
Most probably suffering daily in endless pain
Never not knowing if today is the day
And having to see the look on loved ones faces
But at least you got to say and make your peace
Goodbye and everything you wanted to say
And the funny contradictions about death
Is it effects those way far more still living in reality
Than the dead for sure per say
As in death the dead pose no question anymore
As they are Silent One and all forevermore