Best Progressing Poems
Lying in bed..
In my deathbed
Don't have much time..
I am filled..
with nostalgia..
Memories of which I will always cherish..
Within my deepest thoughts
I imagine I am a child again
the child inside me..
Such joyful memories ..
Memories of running so freely in the grass..
Holding hands with my playmates..
Sharing secrets
Laughter..
The innocence of it all..
Years progressing..
From childhood..
To adolescent
To adulthood..
Being a curious teen..
Having major crushes ..
My first kiss
My first love..
Living as an adult..
Major responsibilities occurs..
Finding the love of my life..
Marrying the love of my life
Having children..
Living a blessed life..
Years progress..
Often wondering..
How my body is frail..
How these wrinkles..
Gave me character
How my health deteriorated..
Within a blink of an eye..
Now I have reached my final stage..
Sadly I am..
Slowing waiting for my own demise..
How shall it feel ?
Shall I embrace the unknown ?
My beautiful family is gone..
They all have made their final departure..
Before myself..
I have lived a long and full life..
I feel alone now..
Alone in my deathbed..
Awaiting my transition..
Perhaps when one door closes..
Another door opens..
Going from one state of being
To another..
Energy cannot be destroyed..
It only changes form..
I do not fear death..
It is dying I fear..
Fear of the old door..
Entering into a new door..
Which is fear of the unknown..
Categories:
progressing, death, deep, fear, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
It's been 9 days since I've posted in PS because of being needed by my sister. She's progressing, but very slowly. Thank you to those who've expressed your concern and offered prayers for her recovery. My granddaughter is over her crisis.
I've had little time or desire to peek into PS, but from what I've seen and been told, not only is AI rampant but plagiarism has returned. I ask you, poets... which do you consider to be the bigger offender?
A poet's voice will not be drowned out in obscurity
when from our conscience thoughts it is displayed.
But when the soup is riddled with AI cheating
and plagiarism, it's rancidly sour with impurities.
No surge of waves will stop a poet's ink from flowing
nor will gusting tempest winds cast their pens away.
It's the deep desire to write that all of us are owing
to the need of words seeking escape from the mind.
Those of us who write from heart and soul...
yes, that sounds like an overused cliche,' but AI
poetry is just a click away, written by machines
and plagiarists steal it from another source...
posting it as their own. It's demeaning to the Soup,
or as Jan would say, "It's nothing more than poop!"
I would like to think the community is worth saving
but I've seen no signs of that taking place.
Indifference is not the attitude anyone should take.
If the site matters, clean it up... for goodness sake.
Leave your thoughts in comments if you're craving
a say and I'll respond when I can from a hospital room.
None of us should take for granted a single day of life
or our family and friendships for we are not immune
to life threatening issues that always take precedence
over everything else beneath the glowing haloed moon.
Categories:
progressing, community,
Form:
Rhyme
I was going through some boxes,
that were packed-up years ago.
Thinking I could throw away some stuff,
How much I didn't know.
A lot of it just made me laugh.
Why it was kept, I can't recall.
Our thinking wasn't really wise,
it made no sense at all.
Everything was going fine.
I was progressing rather well,
until I opened up a certain box,
my eyes began to swell!
Inside was my first Baseball Glove,
much to my surprise.
My mind filled up with memories,
tears filled up my eyes.
It was on the day that I turned twelve.
over sixty years ago.
It was a gift my father gave me,
a gift I treasure so!
The glove was what I wished for,
but I didn't ask my Dad.
I knew he couldn't afford it
cause times were really bad!
He brought it for me anyway,
I didn't know what to say.
Two months later, due to a heart attack,
my father passed away.
I'm sorry it was packed away.
That was my omission.
From now on it's in plain sight,
in a "for all to see" position!
I'm never gonna give it up,
this glove I got from Dad.
It's the greatest gift I ever got,
from the Greatest Friend I ever had!
Contest by: Paula Swanson
Contest Name: Yard Sale
Sponsor: Paula Swanson
Who Gave Me #1: Paula Swanson
Opinion: It's my favorite because of what
it represents, a tribute to the best friend
I ever had.
Categories:
progressing, dedication, father, love, nostalgiafather,
Form:
Rhyme
Does anybody truly care
that the world is falling apart?
And kids are shot and killed in schools
by other children, toting guns.
Politicians are liars, yet
does anybody truly care?
And yet, climate change ravages our
overpopulated planet.
While human interactions wane,
kids connect on the World Wide Web.
Does anybody truly care
that social skills aren't progressing?
The future forecasts droughts and plagues
yet, no one seems to be concerned.
And if humanity dies off;
does anybody truly care?
Categories:
progressing, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Quatern
Dog Days Endure
Sirius, rising with late summer sun,
Dog star, your timeless tour has just begun.
Sweet sultry lazy days beside the lake,
These precious waning days of swimming fun.
How I'll miss the warmth this season bestows
As romance dwells in soft full moon that glows.
I will miss the ducks that soon will fly south,
I'll miss my sandals baring naked toes.
Atavistic admiration will buy
These glorious last latent days from sky
Until autumn breezes in with her chill
And I will welcome hues and will not sigh,
For each season has beauty that's unique
With shades of glory in milieu mystique.
Each a blessing progressing to the next
Till then, let dog days gift the joys I seek.
9-29-18
~8th Place Premiere Contest~
Contest judged 12/1/18
(A Rubaiyat is a Quatrain with a rhyme
scheme of AABA, CCDC, EEFE, etc.).
Sponsor Gregory Richard Barden
Categories:
progressing, moon, star, summer,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Across Earthen Sky And Mystical Realms
And where was the light of truth and spirit?
Racing hot, chariots wheels in fires.
The Light sublime, flees when one but nears it
its glowing path vanished as it retires.
Across earthen sky and mystical realms
gold eagle flies into kingdoms not born.
Such breath of awe, rebels and overwhelms
the soul that finds its deep solitude torn.
Did Greek Gods dare warn of man's futile quests
with deceptive hearts, minds loaded with greed
If in a pure giving heart one invests,
comes forth the fruits of a heavenly seed.
Fruits of paradise, grow in thoughts sublime
man's quest should be more than seeking more time.
R. J. Lindley,
Dec 11th, 1977
Note: Excuse me for rarely posting new poems. I find it so hard to write much with my mother in such a serious condition ....
Once I could easily write ten poems a day but now for weeks its a hard struggle to even write one..
Even my one a day poems for my darling wife have suffered lapses.
As has my commenting to all my friends and fellow poets here.
Special apology to my great friends the Duggans as my lapses are
not from laziness but from melancholy, a progressing forgetfulness(ALZ) and blues.
Categories:
progressing, art, beauty, creation, inspirational,
Form:
Sonnet
Awaiting Autumn
By end of August, leaves curl on the trees
as hues of brown and yellow catch our eye.
While shades of green fade in degrees,
we know September's cooler days imply
it's time our Summer bids goodbye.
Though Summer warmth may overflow,
September will end slowly to portend
more brilliance added to the glow.
To richly paint the landscapes it will send
October in to stir the Autumn blend.
Cool crispness comes to fill the air,
makes us aware October will resume
progressing well with Autumn's flair.
Aromas from bonfires and orchards loom...
replacing fading scents of Summer's bloom.
September 8, 2018
Contest: Autumn
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Form: Quintain
Categories:
progressing, autumn,
Form:
Quintain (English)
O' the case of Dorian
progressing through the sea,
battering the Bahamas
then shifting to a "three",
Have you seen the damage caused,
how islands lie in rubble?
Property and lives were lost
resulting from your trouble!
Now we wait so anxiously
to know the fullest measure
of this great calamity
ending in displeasure.
Soon will come the future day
when hurricanes desist.
Dorian, I'm pleased to say,
you will not be missed.
Categories:
progressing, storm, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
Why Not Me??
Success is a dream,
Which all dare to see
Some become successful in a short period
Then why not me?
Many get their desired wish
many achieve their targets
Some give away from their dreams
Some are forced to forget..
Those who achieve the dreams
are called the successful guys
but when we walk on the way to success
there are hundreds of but's and why's
Way to the success
is always very challenging
Plenty of expectations from us
and people around us are always demanding
Dreams are fulfilled
of all the people around me
They are happy and cheerful
Surprised and looking at me
Everybody is moving ahead and progressing
on the way that they see
The only question I ask myself is
Then why not me?
Thanks and regards,
Prasad Korade
Categories:
progressing,
Form:
Free verse
Hot. Hot. Hot.
It’s so hot out here,
I’m taking off all me clothes.
Gonna connect it to the tap
And got under a cold hose.
I jiggle my bits about,
Which is not a pretty sight.
But it is my own garden.
Isn’t that alright?
Out comes a mortified hubby,
Letting out an almighty groan.
“Can’t you see the neighbours watching?
Now they are on the phone.”
He rushes in to get a towel,
The biggest he can find.
He comes out with a tarpaulin
Now that’s a bit unkind.
Then we hear the sirens
Progressing up the hill.
Outside they park their paddy wagon,
This seems like overkill.
“ Come along madam
Kindly move aside.
It’s so hot in that wagon
We all very nearly died.”
One by one they came,
Grabbing at me hose.
After taking off their uniforms
And folding up their clothes.
Then fighting for the spray
It turned into a brawl,
Not sure if this is normal
For I’ve never seen a policeman’s ball!!!
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Categories:
progressing, funny, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
STOICISM
Axis of my life is stoicism.
Dreaming ceaseless till fulfilment.
My pivot fixed on pessimism.
Moral values to implement.
Progressing with my head erect.
Axis of my life is stoicism.
Sublime soul always to direct
each step of mine on dynamism.
Honouring my idealism
to depend on self confidence.
Axis of my life is stoicism
confronting conflict and hindrance.
Failure ignored to overcome.
Bubbling rippling enthusiasm.
Challenge of life, always to welcome.
Axis of my life is stoicism.
Categories:
progressing, how i feel, life,
Form:
Quatern
I always thought that I knew love
How intense that feeling could be
But, you were my gift from above
Just exactly what I'd need
I never thought I'd be a mother
I thought that time had past
It was a shock to believe another
For I was pregnant at last
I was 39 at the time
I felt kind of tired and old
My doctor said that I was fine
And a child is precious like gold
It wasnt always very easy
Being pregnant, working each day
Some times I'd get kind of queasy
But, eventually it went away
Tests, ultrasounds, bloodwork , all were fine
An amnio to see if you were okay
Monthly appointments, filled much of my time
Everything was progressing each day
I worked until the day before
Your grandparents flew out to see
I was very ready, couldn't take no more
Wanted my child for just for me
Finally the day had come,when I was to see my son
I got up early, got everything ready, even checked your room.
Slowly I drove to the hospital ,awaiting for the fun
For this was it what I had waited for, i'd see you before noon.
At the hospital they readied me
A Doctor put a catheter in my back
My Mom and Dad rushed up to see
Their grandchild in a wrap
I told them of my nervousness
How I forgot the words to say
So together we as a family
We were able to pray
I had to wait for a long time
Emergency twins were on the way
They said I was next in line
In the holding room was where I stay
So at 930 they brought me in to the room
They draped a sheet in front of my face
I hoped my head wouldn't zoom
I wanted to start this race
At 9:54 you came into my life
Your Dad ran to the end to see
The child that was bore by his wife
We became a family of three
My eyes filled with tears and I felt joy
It was all so new, I never had felt it before
Here's your child, perfect, handsome, and its a boy
For on that day my love for you grew even more
The bond between a mother and son
Is a story that can't be told
To look into your little eyes, I was overcome
My memories of that first time will never get old
So on this day when you had came
Was the best day I could have ever thought
Never mind fortune and fame
To have a child is a lesson in life that can never ever be taught.
Categories:
progressing, love, mother, son, day,
Form:
Narrative
The heavens roared with thunder
as lightning filled the skies
was this God getting angry
or Natures big surprise.
Is Mother Nature telling us
the best way that she can
to stop the interference
and abuse she gets from man.
We marvel at her beauty
each time we look around
then dig up all her treasures
from their natural burial ground.
We forget that Nature gives us
all that keeps us living
we take it all and still want more
but never think of giving.
We build across the countryside
progressing every day
but Mother Nature can't progress
for man is in the way.
Categories:
progressing, life, nature, people, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Jeweled circlets of sequined sleet
Crown kings progressing up silent street.
Copyright, November 21, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
progressing, tree, winter,
Form:
Crystalline
Being a teenager is hard.
You go to school
listen to people talk about you
They worry about your shoes.
They worry about if you “on fleek”
but they don’t know that you really
wanna play hide and seek.
People don’t understand the things that
teenagers go through.
Teenagers have a lot of peer pressure
and people are rude.
Teens have to deal with people who
think they’re better than everybody, even you.
Life of a teen nobody understands
Teens wish they had someone to
understand and someone to grab their hand.
Teens wish they could laugh and play
but now they have to Oh! watch their babies all day.
The world that we live is cruel
and filled with so many fools.
Teens, make sure they have good grades,
afraid about what their parents will say.
There’s a lot of violence and crime progressing
but there’s nobody doing any time.
In this world all you hear about are the gangs
and the guns that go bang!
Life of a teen you wouldn't understand
there’s nobody to grab our hand
Categories:
progressing, teenage, violence,
Form:
Free verse