Best Prime Of Life Poems
I was in the prime of my life on paper, I had
a lot to live for.
I came from a loving family, that were educated
I myself graduated with honors from Harvard.
I had an amazing fiance that I adored very
much,
However I was a phenomenal actress that
was very sick.
I had bipolar disorder and I hid it from everyone
including my family.
When I was high I was high, but when I was low
I was extremely low.
I thought about death every second and hour
of day.
I couldn't shake it , did I want to die?
Of course not but I felt like I had no choice
It was something that I had to do.
I planned the whole thing, I even picked
out my theme music on that melancholy
day.
I craved death and I was thirsty for it,
I wanted my death to remembered as
something beautiful.
Boy was I in for a rude awakening and a
big dose of reality.
When my loving man found my lifeless
body he wailed and convulsed,
He caused me to see that love does
not die.
But I didn't plan what he did next
He went and got the gun we had for
protection and took his own life.
I replay that scene over and over in my
head.
For I am stuck in between life and death,
It is pure hell and it is torture and far
worse than it was when I was alive.
Inspired by the “Death” contest
5-17-18
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee child”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Need to pee and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in a old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
a first sip of miso soup
exotic and warm
forging a downward path
flowing like a life force
transporting me
as I close my eyes
to a timeless moment
sharing with countless kin
through the ages
young and old
some in the prime of life
some near their final breath
the sum of their days
deep in their heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 6, 2019 for STANDARD CONTEST 190 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
T his great soul by the name of Steve Irwin
H as left this world doing what he loved most . . .
E nlightening us with the creatures of our earth. A
C onservationist on the brightest journey to
R eplenish the earth with endangered species
O h how you will be missed by all of us!
C rocodiles you valiantly fought for
O ffering them your compassion and love.
D eath came in your prime of life yet
I t is of great comfort knowing your are
L oved by millions throughout the world. Your
E nthusiasm for your work became contagious.
H unter was your title, a warrior for animal rights,
U nderstanding the urgency to end global warming. A
N aturalist unwavering. You shined brightly as a
T ender loving husband and father on an
E nvironmental quest. . . You will be lovingly
R emembered as a fine teacher and a great man!
Entry for Jared Pickett's Acrostic 2 contest
"Petal nor thorn could save this rose."
From "Flowers...Beautiful Flowers"
This line personifies the loss of life and the harvest of flowers (roses) for a funeral. Just as loved ones are lost each day in the prime of life (any time really), the rose is taken in the height of beauty and placed atop the grave. This is in spite of the thorns which protect it. We possess the attributes of the rose as well. Yet, still we pass, regardless of benevolence or wickedness.
"To love is nothing. To be loved is something.
But to love and be loved, that’s everything."
When you are in warm handshake with love
All you ever imagine is to fly up high like the dove
You never cease soaring in aptitude to dissolute
Your thirst to drink more from love’s well is absolute
By devotion of countless emotions
The extent you hope to sail is beyond oceans
Nothing seems impossible
And by counts, every dream achievable
My story to tell is like most few ever told
It began on one late night, a walk alone in the cold
From afar beneath the cloak of total darkness
From henceforth arose my redemption from coyness
A portrait work of God’s intellect and perfection
Her appearance flaunts in blissful ignition
Nature’s gift hardly to reject
And by acceptance, patiently unwrap and inspect
Elizabeth by name, in her prime of life
Swore I to champion her test, master in all strife
Failing is an option potion to auction for glory
In such stature of her nature, I offer my best act honorary
Seasons washed ashore, the bonding mightier
The relationship happier and healthier
My queen no longer was one but two
By an act profound, her being two only takes two
A charming prince forth joins the family
Merrily and happily, the family chants joy so lively
Having my queen trust and love
Seeing my prince smile out of love
My greatest joy definable by no records
Descriptive by means of no words
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee kid”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Just need to pee myself and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday best clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the neat tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in a old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
© Jack Ellison 2014
An Advantage of Old Age
By Elton Camp
When you’re in the prime of life
Working to support child and wife
Others’ opinions are a valid concern
So, your faults don’t let them learn
Because you’ve got years to work
You mustn’t be known as a jerk
When you become fiscally secure
Caring what others think it’ll cure
It becomes an enormous relief
When people can’t cause grief
Your view you can freely express
And nobody else can suppress
If anyone says, “How do you dare!”
The response is, “What do I care!”
And even angrily you can shout it
There’s naught they can do about it
Death can come so quickly
Like a thief in the night
But when the victim is so very young
It’s definitely not right.
John has left us way too soon.
We ask what does this mean?
He was in the prime of life
He was only seventeen!
It’s all part of the Master Plan
At least that’s what they say.
But that’s not too much comfort
To Mom and Heidi and Edna May!
In times of grief and sorrow
There are no words that one can find
To express the way that they must feel
At least not at the present time.
It’s said that John enjoyed his life
He liked to make folks laugh
He worked for charities and causes
And raised money on their behalf.
So, Family always keep in mind
No matter what you do
Be assured, “the man of the house”
Is watching over you!
Footnotes:
(This young man was a friend of the family
killed in an auto accident. Heidi and
Edna May are his sisters. "Man of the
House" is what he refered to himself
after his dad passed away a few years ago)
Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines
To be plucked in the prime of life
Give a toast to this spirit sublime
Oh the joy of sipping away the days decline
Eagerly pop open the cork with my pocketknife
Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines
The sweet aroma permeates the air enshrined
Thoughts unfocused, attention is rife
Give a toast to this spirit sublime
Spirited dancing late, not caring of time
Such a joy- this barhopping nightlife
Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines
Succulent, lovely wine- my lover and concubine
Feeling no need for a nagging wife
Give a toast to this spirit sublime
Our devout affair leaves no time
Shrugging off hideous daily strife
Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines
Give a toast to this spirit sublime
A friend is one who sees you not as weak
But in the process of becoming strong
Who listens long and well as others speak
Not judging but encouraging along
Though in the very prime of life, a friend
Thought not of me as old or out-of-style
With genuine affection he'd extend
A laugh, a handshake, hug, or friendly smile
And you, kind sir, were just that friend to me
Although we met not frequently enough
With not a bone of insincerity
You lived as advertised: the real stuff
We spoke of sports, for this was common ground;
Of baseball, football, hoops, and favorite teams
Of quarterbacks or pitchers on the mound
Of Super Bowl, Olympic, World Cup dreams
You're gone too soon; too many words unspoken
Too little water passed under our bridge
Now through my tears I see that bridge is broken
But to have known you was my privilege.
All the charms of life evaporated in thin air
All the acts and deeds of prime of life behind
Face smeared with wrinkles and agony of despair
In the deserted dwelling facing times unkind
A picture of hopelessness an image of neglect
Deserted by friends and abandoned by the near and dear
Embittered by surroundings, environment imperfect
How can someone a falling edifice endear
His soul threatening to vacate the body’s falling mansion
His tongue tired of tasting the bitterness of attitude
His limbs reluctant to act on the mind’s dictation
His heart declining to lift the burden of solitude
Jettisoning the cargo of love like a wrecked ship
Like a frost bitten leaf crushed by ailment’s cruel feet
Dimmed and thirsty eyes bereft of sleep
The aching body eagerly awaiting its destiny meet
Sintra, Portugal.16-06-2012
When I was young I thought I knew
How to talk and speak with you
But time has put a wedge between
My angel, conscience, inner being.
I spoke to you , I spoke to you
The one who told me right from wrong,
Comforted me all the day long.
Helped me choose which way to go,
When undecided, I just didn't know.
I spoke to you. I spoke to you.
Some call you Gabriel,
My Guardian Angel, I did tell,
My hopes, my fears, my dreams to be,
Untold to others, was free with thee.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
Comfortable, believing that you were there,
To guide me through every prayer.
You had a name I knew it then,
I said it time and time again.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you
I was a child of seven or eight,
I knew when called I need not wait
For you my angel to appear
To clear my conscience and my fear
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
The older I grew, less time was spent
Talking to you,trying to vent
Friends became closer to me,
I shared more with them and left you be
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
Now as I'm in the prime of life
Mother to my son, no longer a wife,
I wonder late at night if you
Will answer my questions like you used to do
I spoke to you, I spoke to you
Afraid to test, afraid to fail,
Wanting and hoping you did not bail
Praying that your still at my side
To light, to guard,to rule and guide.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
My faith has told me you are here.
Watching over me and always near.
My pride, my walls have all come down
Last night,I spoke with no one around.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.
My Guardian Angel you were there,
You listened and helped with every prayer,
My hopeless feelings, lonely, just me
Ended last night when you returned to me
I spoke to you, I spoke to you
I"ll speak to you, yes speak with you.
early 50's
don't mean maybe
here i come
slap the baby
hear me screaming
now i'm breathing
the proud parents
really beaming
mid december
it is chilly
named me mike
instead of billy
adolescence
before you know it
kind of shy
don't you blow it
moved away
because of dad
left behind
friends i had
teenage years
finally settled
florida
from seattle
culture shock
plus the weather
all i had
sonic sweaters
took no time
skin to leather
from the color
alabaster
here's the years
i discovered
full time friends
part time lovers
a few times
things got drastic
drank to much
acted spastic
laid around
worked on fattening
mom and dad
were not laughing
as they begged
on their knees
find a job
so you can leave
i joined in
the military
with no war
not too scary
found a girl
we got married
had some kids
now it's scary
lost my job
lost my dime
standing in
unemployment lines
found a job
things are fine
moving to
the prime of life
with the kids
still at home
things are moving
right along
from the left
to the right
that's the story
of my life
I was in a deep depression
A funk I couldn’t get over
My cold heart was my liaison
She had left me, I did discover
The prime of life…illusive
I still wanted her as a lover
I moved on, I was permissive
Of my feelings, I continued
My emotions were investigative
My heart and love were glued
I couldn’t help but to love her
I saw through glasses that were hued
She eventually came back for sure
My heart just jumped a beat
Her eyes were certainly the lure
I was happy and surely upbeat
I could never leave our heat
Entrant into Becca Lucas's "Chasing the Blues Away" contest
1/31/2013