Best Present Poems
Sweet youth, beauty
By Luna's light.
Cobalt colors
How sweet it is...
I know of great love,
There will never be enough time.
I am here for you.
What is love...crimson rose,
Love stanzas, champagne,
An arc to heaven...
Moonstruck heartbeats?
Lily of the Nile,
By the waters edge,
Romantic waters.
Mountain magic
Flash dancing with dawn.
Oh Luna...cold Moon rising,
Death's cold hand.
Behold Death.
Emma's epitaph...
Soul travel, a glimpse of heaven,
Bodies of light...tranquility.
My Waning years, reflections, hold me.
Autumn's aria, heart song,
Angel love,
Heaven
7-10-19
Collaboration Of Your Titles Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsored by: charles messina
~Poem of the Day July 13, 2019~
Thank you so much for the honor Poetry Soup Team and Members. I appreciate this very much.
P erhaps it's time to let it go.
A ll that pain you suffered so.
S train on your heart and soul.
T ime to release and let go.
P eer around at your life now.
R elish the love your children give.
E njoy your work as you always have.
S it and relax at end of day.
E nergised by renewed hope.
N ever again to ever succumb
T o being abused by anyone.
F acing the future with a smile.
U pteen reasons to celebrate.
T he joys of living and giving.
U ncertainity will always remain.
R emember to count your blessings.
E mbrace often those you love.
21/11/2016
Precious are the memories that last and last.
All that we hold dear in life took place
Somewhere In that sacred spectrum of time’s space.
Today is momentary, for tomorrow it’s the past!
Pleasure and pain at their most poignant
Reign in the realm of the Now.
Ephemeral though this kingdom be, we can feel our most buoyant!
Sometimes sorrow finds us here. How much grief will the present allow?
Everything we’re feeling, whether gladness or sorrow,
Now will be worst of it, for the present will endow
This ever-trusty truth: “There is always tomorrow.”
Fame or fortune folks will be looking for.
Unknown, however, are the things that are in store.
Tomorrow can change your biggest joy to duress.
Unfathomable, it beckons us all, nonetheless.
Rich will be the godly, for future’s rhapsody
Echoes into the grand eternity.
Nov. 20, 2016 for the Past, Present, Future Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
On Dec. 11, 2017 for Brian Strand's 'MID DECEMBER PREMIERE any form or none,max of 20 lines' Poetry Contest
Writers love their letters,
letters turn into words.
Words turn into sentences,
waiting to be read.
Poems come from writing,
writing about the past.
Maybe from the present,
maybe true or false.
As a faithful reader,
we laugh we cry.
Many love to read,
yet again and again.
The reader and writer,
then become as one.
Both in love with,
letters-words-sentences-reading.
MEDITATIONS ON MEDITATION
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I sit, spine aligned with the spine of the earth,
breath flowing like an endless river,
each inhale a promise,
each exhale a letting go.
Mind becomes an empty sky,
clouds of distraction float by—
I watch them, not clinging, just witnessing,
watching the sun of awareness rising.
Time bends,
the clock dissolves into the ether,
and in this space,
I am both lost and found.
In the soft embrace of stillness,
I taste the sweetness of presence,
the clarity of the moment,
wrapped in the silence of the now.
Meditation, a bridge to the infinite,
where my mind learns to rest,
and my spirit unfurls,
finding solace in the spaces between.
I continue breathing, a simple act,
yet profound as the stars,
reminding me that stillness
is not absence, but the fullness of being.
I return again and again
to this sanctuary carved from silence
where thoughts dissolve
and the soul awakens ever present, ever now.
There's a spot on the horizon
In the ripple of the sun
Where railway lines and stanchions fuse
And merge, becoming one.
I was staring from the platform
When a distant dot appeared.
It grew in size and shape and form
And sounded as it neared.
I caught blurred faces turning
As they thundered by so fast
To briefly glimpse where strangers met
Each Thursday in the past.
Back then the steam and music
Lit up life's black and white.
By tugging strings when love went wrong
Rachmaninoff was right.
Bad gifts
Cause rifts
Be rash
Spend cash
Debit
Credit
Worthwhile
Their smile
20th December 2014
We can all sit back and review the past
Of relationships that sadly didn’t last
We ask ourselves just what went wrong
And our songbird sings a sad blues song
Time to move on and get on with our life
Deal with all our old worries and strife
We can only learn from a past mistake
Hope for better days with less heartache
We cannot predict what the future will bring
But I hope in time your heart does sing
And you find the one that you’ll adore
Restoring happiness to your life once more
Jan Allison
24th August 2014
In the stillness of the night I write to you , like I always did
From this little room I pick the brightest star , and give it your name.
I think a thousand thoughts , I dream a million dreams ,and all I see is your face.
I wish and dream ,because I know, stars never forget our dreams.
I dream , I want, I yearn, I beg and need .
But you know, love is the moment ! love is today ! love is the Present !
And life ? Life pass us by too soon
like soft nocturnal dew beneath a rose moon glow
that same rose moon which glistened in silence
Which showered your pillowcase with fragrant whispers
and playful feelings of 'I love you ' .
the walls of the old barn lean toward the past
reminder of youthful dreams
a new home for the owl
I was brought up on a smallholding when I was a lass
We needed something to help us cut the vast expanse of grass
I wanted a goat and my parents they agreed
We saw one advertised and rushed there at great speed
Poor ‘Susie’ lived in a paved back yard
Finding her food to eat must have been hard
We paid them some money and then the fun began
Travelling home in dads Volkswagen van*
I sat on the back seat with ‘Susie’ next to me
It looked pretty silly – I’m sure you will agree
Back home she bounded out of the car
She trimmed the nearest rose bush – she really was a star
She headed for the washing line and tried to eat dad’s pants
It was pretty hilarious – I can still hear poor dad’s rants
She was ‘with kid’ and got settled in her comfy shed
Her favourite food was bananas she’d eat them all when fed
Finally the great day of the kid’s birth did arrive
I called them ‘Billy and Nanny’ I was filled with great pride
The kids were so cute and we would take them out for walks
If people saw us out in the street their eyes would be on stalks
The kids they grew so quickly and nanny she got sold
Billy stayed a few more weeks but he was never to get old
Billy became a problem and was sold off in a hurry
I was devastated to find poor Billy was made into curry
This really did happen as written - I had Susie for my 13th birthday present
The ONLY amendment is it was a VW Beetle not a van *
Jan Allison
10th April 2014
Freedom I long to hear your bells ring
If you only knew what it would do to me
Auspice and a pair of Jacks, its sudden destruction
And the Poetry World's composure was completely destroyed
As we complete the circle of Life and Avalanche and bury the Poets
The organ plays and the funeral starts
As they compete with a man of God
Angel's and Chariots of fire
A demonstration of God's Power on earth
Extraordinary as her performance, I express myself
Court is convened now, she got the message
A star falls, I expand,
Lost Treasure discovered inside ourselves
How could I deny the fact
You gave me strength when no one else was ever there!
The continuous memories scattered inside my mind
All the laughter and loving scenes are left behind
Leaving a life of bad possibilities where I came from
Never getting a chance to show how I overcome
Although it was bad I left something more important
A mother’s smile a little brother and my childhood
The moments that made me hide and stay quiet
Never understood but always wished I could
I wished and watched my life past before my eyes
Hearing lonely nights of my father’s cries
All the women who watched and waited
For the chance their love’ll be overrated
The beating of your heart crashing your chest
Hope dad knows how much I tried
All the women in and out and never get the best
He tried to hide the feeling with lies
Flashback to the present to resist
pain and a missed checklist
A little girl who was 4 and now 14
Looking at the past to see what it means and what she missed
I’m sorry for not helping when I could
you say it’s not my fault but it should
The countless things that way tons and ounces
Becomes the burned wall that my life announces
My life in the present is a closed book of rejection and regret
I Work harder in the present than in the past,
without a chance to wipe off the sweat,
Without a chance to make the good memories last
All I’m told is to let it go and let the past be the past
But how am I supposed to forget so soon and so fast?
As much as I try I continue to flashback to those moments
Knowing that even if I do forget, my life won’t have enjoyment
I continue to flashback and come back to the present
There will be no change without consent
** A Very Memorable Christmas Present **
Someone made an err::
Boxing Day ‘ere’s
Been the day of — not after.
What started as the greatest
Christmas ever, turned
Us from better to worse
As our tempers grew, altered
After our fingers were slid into
Those gift-wrapped firm gloves of leather,
Punching through the room’s air
At each other
With words roused from harsh to meaner,
‘Till our referee pup barked
To end our Round 1, forcing a turnover
Into creating a round of rich laughter.
Re-freshed, happier, remembering our
Proper manners appropriate to honor
Our Savior’s birthday…We resolved
A return trip to the store to trade
That shared present of boxing gloves for
A healthier, sturdy set of parallel bars.
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(c) sally young eslinger 12/25/22
Happy Birthday, King Jesus
Past
deserves a hushed funeral for the memories scarred
from hands, unforgotten words, screams echoed
the times no one wants to relive
somehow you manage to give those life
everytime something isnt the way you dreamed of it to be
back then you managed to keep a grip on what you wanted to happen
Present
doing just fine
at night being able close eyes without
dreading the buzzing of an alarm going off
seeing the sun wake up doesnt bring tears of another day in hell
checking for more messages of…
“this is wrong” “havent changed a bit”
here comes the part where you like to..
“we love you” “were always here”
because when silence is given to you
you know youre wrong
when will you admit it?
Lately
its been quiet.
this kind of silence doesnt seem suffocate
being able to breathe
with no ache
Future
whispers say
youre currently gripped on “I told you so”
so ready to release that on this silence
you look
you see your younger self again
hate to tell you but
its a onesided mirror
youre staring at your past
the perk to being on the other side of the glass..
is choosing to be able to look back or not
dont look back
walked away instead
future is a funny thing
cant control everything
still wondering when youll learn that
a future without you seems fine
maybe even borderline perfect
its still present
and one of us is still drowning in the past
one of us pushes past and lives in present
creating a future