Best Reasons Poems
The roses of September the first
They know the dance is almost over
Slowly the life shall bleed from the stem
Beauty shall wilt
The winds shall blow away the memories
Bagpipers four deep and six long
Shall march upon botanical grounds
In remembrance of those brave souls long ago
Stoic the march, the notes lingering in the air
Falling on the deaf ears, of the already departed
Two swords laid as the cross
Highland dances of youth,
Old photographs lieing burned in the trash
Marching forth, to old peoples applause
They march towards their own death
Overlook there, over the sea, look closer
Shall you see the dust that covers me?
Twenty four reasons to die
Yet here I am on the twenty fifth
Wishing for only one
It was the soliloquy in her smile,
The ambience in her eyes
The seasoning in her voice
It was her lavender scented charm,
Her sapphire forged will
Her blissful lyrics
Adding choruses into my breaths
It was the way time stood still.
It was the way she chose not to change me, but embrace me.
It was the way she
Desired to kneel with me at the altar.
It was the way the stars in our skies,
Outshined any debt-carat diamond
It was because our heartbeats were louder than any song.
It was because we didn’t need to fight to be right or wrong.
It was because we cherished the night & gave credence to the dawn.
And in this new dawn,
It was our anniversary.
Long…gone.
It is the stone I now touch
My shattered heart guides my fingers, silently
Across your name, carved into remnants
The ashes
The echoes
Of our last dance
I spread her wanting derriere as making love unto she..
Perfect sweetness; cumming, and all I could do was enjoy while
My heart raced to catch her haloes breath; sucking, her beautiful breast.
A million words can bring you back,
I know because I've tried.
A million tears can't bring you back,
I know because I've cried.
A million hugs and kisses,
What you gave when you were here.
A million stories, a million things,
You told to calm our fears.
A million days, a million hours,
Go by as you are gone.
A million secrets from the past,
Is what we dwell upon.
A million ways you told us things,
When we were feeling down.
You turned our sad face right side-up,
When we had on a frown.
A million things to think about,
Like why you were the chosen.
A trillion people in this world,
And chose you for his token
And so the day of your birth,
Approaches us with grief.
The first time we'll celebrate it,
Without you to speak.
So now you will watch us high,
From heaven by and by.
I'll hurry up and finish this,
Before we start to cry.
Although your presence is no more,
To love, to care, to mend,
Grandma just remember that,
Our love will never end....
In loving memory of my grandma
Gertrude "DUTCH" Tittler
1923-2001
We love and miss you every day!!!!!
Gone but never forgotten.....
Written by: Christina Rodriguez
December 2001
My words are birds hatched from ideas
and nourished by my own opinions, beliefs and memories.
Nature too provides me with inspiration and wings to fly!
I build nests using poetic devices and various poetry forms – often rhymed.
nests of many thoughts
creatively constructed . . .
birdlings I set free
June 5, 2020 for Line Gauthier's Rhymes and Reasons Contest
Checked by WordCounter- prose less than 40 words
My reasons for writing are so many
Writing's second skin, like breathing to me.
Thoughts and ideas, life lessons I learned,
Woven in words and rhyme, joy fully earned.
I write not to destroy but to create,
To inspire and uplift some in their faith.
Bring light, perhaps wisdom, and comfort there,
Touch some with a thought that they'll remember.
Writing is God's gift, to Him I'll answer,
Grateful each day He made me a writer!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.04.16
"But I tell you that everyone will have to give account
on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken.
For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words
you will be condemned.” (Matthew 12:36-37)
The world is in turmoil
Hospital beds full
The cup of dreams falls empty
With anxiety comes the screams
Hurricanes ripping apart homes
Humanity hugging their very bones
Uphill is the climb with the pill
As penguins dance in the clouds
Comfort found in tiny places
With friendships laughter abounds
Today I smile as the night turns to day
Realization, oh! laughter's sway
I went to home
And counted to seven
Normality is back
As I dance in the rain
With friends by my side
I wave
away
all the
Pain
No one screams, no one shouts, no one to cry.
No sobbing wet cheeks or damp eyes to dry
No one to stop living, nor wish to die.
No one can deny both took the chance to try
No one need to ask the other the reason why.
No one dares think of how time took to fly.
No one stops the blank stares into the sky
No more rules and laws of love to comply.
No other words unspoken but "Sweet Goodbye".
w07-07-19
Sitting here thinking this warm night in June;
dreaming of moments spent talking with you.
Fitting my thoughts ‘round the beams of the moon,
streaming from heaven through night’s navy blue.
Knitting together the notes of a tune;
scheming forever your heart to ensue.
Billions of stars that are shining above;
millions of reasons to fall in your love.
June 16, 2019
I loved once
I had children
But they were taken from me
They were mine
I loved them and they loved me
I lived for them and they lived through me
They were my light
Now they're gone.......
Taken from me as if i did anything wrong!
I am a waitress
They said i was too poor to raise children
But i survived
We never had the extras but we had what we needed
There were no name brands but they had clothes
There were no sweets but it rotted your teeth anyway
It was not a palace but we had a home
What we lacked in material we made up for in love
They loved me
And I love them
All we had was each other
But they were taken from me
They are gone
I am alone
MY REASONS EASE LIFE DURING MOMENTS OF STRUGGLE
Why do I need the most beautiful gift?
for mercy within the storm of MY rift-
The beauty of atonement when wrong,
my faith has given me vigor all along.
There are REASONS beyond my comprehension,
much EASE in moments of apprehension-
The Lord is my Savior in bad times and good,
I’d love to hug Him in LIFE, oh if only I could.
I need the comfort of love DURING a long day,
when the daily stresses seem to get in the way-
I need the light in the shadows of night,
I need His Word to teach me what’s right.
His compassion lingers when sorrow prevails,
His strength conquers when life fails-
He gives me confidence to live out His will,
and in MOMENTS of chaos He makes life still.
No matter the day I am loved by Him,
He brings sunshine to the dusk OF dim-
I need His grace when I feel lost and alone,
I feel joy that one day Heaven will be my home.
For there will never be another Lord for me,
my STRUGGLE turns into His greatest glory-
I have so much respect for the Man upstairs,
because I know how much He loves and cares.
Why Do I Need the Lord
August 21, 2017
I can not slow her stride
She gets further and further every day
It breaks my pride
She is unaware of what she is passing by
As I lay down to think of her I sigh
She's unreasonably cunning
She has me running
In circles in my mind
On the lookout trying to find
Her
But she keeps a steady stride
And forever has left my side
She is in her own world now
She left me alone, how?
I treated her like royalty
She had my loyalty
She had earned my trust
It blew away in one gust
The gust had came in
When she had spoke of
Him
She left as quickly as had came
Thought of her drive me insane
Now I am the one having to move along
Music can keep me happy
Sing along to every song
Even if it feels awkward and wrong
She left me without thinking twice
I thought she was nice
But she is no more
What all for?
I thought I was worth it
I guess not
I guess the only problem
Between the two of us was
Me
Marigolds, roses, lilacs, cone flowers, bluebells, lily of the valley
They uplift my spirits, bring God into my forefront, show me love
The fragrance of these beauties is surpassed only by their hope
The optimism in the garden brings me into the forefront of goodness
Their colors entice my imagination, and revitalize my artist’s eye
I reach for colors, thinking of them immediately. Lilac- lavender,
Lavender – purple, red, orange, pink – marigolds and roses.
Flowers bring butterflies, bees, lady bugs, dragonflies and faeries.
Their blossoms delicate and gorgeous, yet hardy and resilient.
The wasps and hummingbirds dive into them with eager delight.
Flowers change my spirit, help my attitude, enhance my goodness.
Flowers uplift me, giving me hope, reminding me their maker is here.
The maker of flowers has utilized a palette of gorgeous colors.
He has instilled fragrances and aromas found nowhere else.
He has given us flowers, so we will be reminded of the rainbow
And also of his promise to the world.
I have a millions reasons why I keep my love from you
Because I'm feeling nice today, I'll give you one or two
Or maybe I'll recite them all, the least that you deserve
A big cold dish of revenge is the only thing I'll serve
Keep your disgusting mouth closed, lie to me no more
I'm sure there's infinate reasons, I've not been keeping score
Would you like them laid in categories, scattered on the floor
Perhaps on headed paper and posted through your door
Shouted from the rooftops, or whispered in your ear
Shrieked in such a high pitched voice that only dogs can hear
Mailed from half the world away may still seem too near
I'll spell out every reason in blood and sweat and tears
Would you like them round your throat, knotted like a noose
Projecting them in 3D, to give your jealous eyes a use
Tried to use them to restrain you but my reasons were too loose
And when you decline these reasons, I'll make up an excuse.
For Paula's Voice of Reson Contest
9th November 2011
"Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled"
I could write something beautiful for you,
like outside the windows
the raindrops slide off tips of green leaves
there are tears like pearldrops falling
onto moist lips like ripe rosebuds
hints of myrtle lemon that the tongue licks
like sticky marshmallow fingertips sweetly glued
softly placing a bookmark, between pages.
we should stop there for the night, before bedtime,
because bedtime is where love waits impatiently
for all manner of things,
like daughters immersed in all their removed seasons
reflected in unreasonable reasons
for fighting dragons in their imagined labyrinths
I cajole you, I proffer
that the very first love you will ever know
has prickly barbs like a bee that stings
and sticks deep in the skin like supersedure,
n.b. for hives, use Royal Crème,
and the preceding Queen bees
take an unaccustomed back seat,
sipping thoughtfully on honeyed
words and mead
in that tricky place,
where their children once played
and now those daughters
are the superseding
Royal Queens;
they are without doubt
the strongest in this case,
immortal paramours
and whilst their doppleganger stance
is terribly traumatised and competitive,
the archives, I have learned
as chief librarian in this place,
in grounds most territorial,
must be handled
with speak easy kid gloves,
insert the softest lambs’ wool here -
black sheep
all of the above
Candide Diderot. ‘24