Best Reader Poems
A reader of the stars am I. I’ve looked
into my crystal ball. Guess what I saw?
The woman of your dreams! You will be hooked
because her charms will fill your heart with awe.
A female with green eyes and princess ways,
she also has a bit of gypsy soul!
With her you will be blessed all of your days.
She is the other half to make you whole.
She’ll challenge you; together you will grow.
One other thing to know . . . curiously
she very much seems to resemble me!
Sept. 3, 2020
for Line Gauthier's Max 12 Lines - Poem-Inspired Prompt Poetry Contest
You can see her little poem that inspired this collaboration over at the contest pages.
Take a moment of your time
And listen to your heart’s insight
Think about what you should write
Will it be personal or fictional?
Should your poem begin with a rhyme
Or should free verse be your style?
I doubt you’ll discover the best the first time
But you can be sure you’ll see the light
Your poem might use whimsical words
Or it could be built on a feeling from your heart
It might begin with the middle at the first
Or the end could be where the beginning was
Take into consideration what words to use
Will they be dark and dreary or light and loving?
Should you answer the question the reader has
Or think of some revelation you can bestow?
Poetry is built on words galore, adjectives and adverbs
Nouns, pronouns and all the other possibilities
The words might be metered or rhymed or with rhythm
Or given to encouraging the reader to invent within
A poem like yours can be soft and imaginative
Or it could bring out the bandit or sensitivity
I understand that your words will be your own
And I can’t really tell you how to write what you should
If I were to encourage you to write your best piece
I’d have to say that you let your heart and soul lead you
Through fact or fiction, real or imagined, think of the poem
That you would like to read if you were the reader
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.
Are you educated?
Have you injured heart?
Have you purified brain?
Do you believe in truth?
Are you alone?
Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic?
Are you a secular person?
Do you believe in democracy?
If your answers are YES...
You have poetic mind.
You are the reader of poetry.
You are the real minority in the world.
Keep patience.
The earth is moving.
It is proved that new history is created by the minorities.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
I feel your words upon me
As they race across the page.
A running sense of wonder
Even late upon this age.
The whisper flips of paper
As the pages burn and turn,
Setting me afire...
It seems I never learn.
The secrets whispered to me
As I pause and try to hear,
Are echo cries of memories
That are laden wet with tears.
The hardened cover closes
Shutting down the riot sight.
As I nod and ponder deeply
Slipping off into the night.
Reader Rabbit
Toward the end of a book,
we tend to speed up,
in anticipation of the climatic finish.
Yet sadly,
the build-up...
was the part we savored,
on the perfect path
to the right...
final,
and everlasting
word(s).
The beginning.
I look for you in the stars,
and in the streets,
and all the people I greet.
I look for you in books of poetry.
Such a place to find,
yet unaware that I'm
lost, like a button.
Arrive home from work to flip through pages
of a book I knew as a child, yet still
not remember the reason, so special
then.
It was though, so special..
Watched 'To kill a Mockingbird',
recalled fond memories of Scout and Jem.
A proud Atticus Finch..,
and Tom Robinson.
But today's me isn't the same,
as the me I remember.
More akin to a cartoon, a paper cut out,
a meme.,
compared to the wide eyed child of then.
~~~~~ To Kill a Mockingbird - Novel by Harper Lee, 1960 ~~~~~~
C-onnotation
L-ets
A-crostic
I-mplement
R-ighteous
E-xpression
A-s
G-reat
R-eader
A-llows
A-wesome
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Claire Agraan (June 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Warm, whimsical words surround me
Guiding me through the field of nouns
Shedding light on the beauty of a verb
Embracing me with the creation of verses
~
Brilliants hues capture a bold stanza
Reflecting a dance of whimsy and creativity
Flowing with echoes of flourishing humility
Amid warm whispers of adverbs and pronouns
~
Light shines upon the miracle of heartfelt terms
Expressions brought to life through faith, hope and love
Amazing poems built upon truth and serenity
Coming together to form a graceful ingenuity
~
Words so alive they seem to blaze with a inner fire
Inspiring truths to be revealed inside their dreams
Clarifying the meanings and definitions in the term
Both peaceful and warm while breathing with desire
~
There are not enough lyrics or expressions in a thought
To reveal the sense of naked beauty in a sweet phrase
Sending tremors of delight that thrill with an electric rhythm
Prompting nature to see the joy expressed within the creation
~
Jubilant poetries descend like doves upon the fiery writer
Whose prose melt with a sense of intimacy and adoration
Sighs from the one who reads the sentences and paragraphs
Keeping the sweetest promises as memoirs of the letters
~
Phrases and idioms replace melancholy, pain and grief
Enchanting souls with mysteries, truths and vibrant wisdoms
Enticing spirits to sing with joy and dance with enthusiasm
While there is time on earth to enjoy this delicious, artistic flow
Begin with something positive;
no need to start out negative.
A writer needs encouragement;
it feeds their ego nourishment.
And what is strong about the piece?
Is there a spot that needs some grease?
Or did it flow like brooks in spring?
Is there a line that really rings?
Can you suggest some helpful hints
that act like after-dinner mints?
And did their writing make you cry?
Or, perhaps, it made you sigh.
Did you giggle? Did you laugh?
Do you want their autograph?
Was there a phrase that kept you hooked?
Or was the subject overcooked?
Was your perception so engaged
you couldn't wait to flip the page?
Above all else, try to be kind.
Writer, reader intertwined.
I don’t write for other poets,
God condemn me if I do
My words all gifted freely,
to those searching hard and true
I don’t write for academics,
as they archive others thoughts
I write for that one reader
—whose emotions can’t be bought
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
A-nother
B-irthday
E-xpression
G-ladly
A-pplies
I-nspiring
L-ines
R-ightfully
I-mplementing
C-omposition
A-s
F-riendly
R-eader
E-njoys
N-atal
T-heme's
E-uphoria
Topic: Birthday of Abegail M. Ricafrente (November 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I see an apple.
There it is.
FILL-INS
An invitation for
the reader to use
imagination
Who? What?
two fine ladies rest
neath a bamboo
umbrella
they talk of a
third?
Fishermen
small boat at anchor
two men mend her
tattered sail
weather or old
age?
Pretty Song
on the dogwood
branches
scarlet tanager and
mate
what song do they
sing?
New York blizzard
snowy avenue
many people
like black streaks
to or from
their work?
Interesting
like Jackson Pollack
this mishmash of
dots and streaks
is there a message?
On the hike
a meadow a
stream
with scattered pines
wild flowers
let’s have a picnic
Baby Bear
so easy to love
he’s a shaggy, gray
kitty
always in the way
.
I hold the rainbow and an arrow, for you, my reader;
The thrill of good tomorrow for you, my reader;
The butterfly of happiness will fly from our book
To find a reason and a certitude, for you, my reader;
You don`t remember this verse I took
In the hand of light, for you, my reader
It was at very beginning a word, for you, my reader
And wonders made by Lord, for you, my reader
Temptation of good , to see the truth ,this festival
of hope with favorable look, for you, my reader
And here, YOUR NAME I put, while writing a Ghazal:
A nosegay of perfumes, a tender touch for you, my reader