Best Reposted Poems
Wont you find me here?
Drifting in an expanse of swirling storm
Outstreched fingers graze debris...
recklessly circling reminders.
Stand in the eye with me
Hold
This
Ground.
Lick our wounds rebounding
Warriors victoriously smiting circumstance
leaving wolves discouraged
disparaging darkness with insane glee
Walk here and find me
Reach out think here
You create me and I construct you
Piece me in missing places
Mending voids delicate and knowing
I slay inherited growths of insecurity
Stating truths untold to your beautiful ears
Combine
Know this warmth....
Let these branches sprawl
grow in all directions to withstand walls closing in
A grand old tree would remain...generations of our eyes
taking glance from limbs strong and true
You crush my cycle--end it's existence
I'll destroy your boundary...kill it's constriction
Our tower stronger and rooted
Yet with loftier cloud grazing height
lets disorient ourselves in this foreign altitude
Touch this sky with me
Categories:
reposted, introspection, loss, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
reposted, absence, music,
Form:
Lyric
Categories:
reposted, autumn, flower,
Form:
Personification
Categories:
reposted, absence, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
Fingers linger
Thoughts flying everywhere and
Stumble
Crumble
What was I thinking, where does this
word come from
How is it written
How come that in my head thousands of lines tumble
And not a word leaves my fingers
My thoughts fumble
What was I thinking, I cannot do this
They said I could never do this
Gather my thoughts sufficiently
Succinctly
Talk without stutter or tics
Don't they know my thoughts are racing
RAGING
Myriads images are playing
Hide and seek:
Come catch us!
Incapacitation feeds determination
Nothing will ever be easy anymore
Better be prepared boy and write your poems
Ride your wheels
Stop speaking with your mouth
To begin with you were too loud
Anyway!
Let your hands talk for you
Even if it takes your brain a while
To make your fingers type that smile
It isn't courage that you lack,
So work, and don't look back!
Categories:
reposted, courage, encouraging, life, strength,
Form:
Free verse
He sang the song at sunrise, to the morning dawn
It rose into the atmosphere and carried on and on
It fell in gentle rain upon the barren lands
It moistened upturned faces and was caught in outstretched hands
It blew within warm winds across the marshy fen
Was whispered through the waving reeds and reached the hearts of men
This song is never ending all around the earth
The song that started long ago with our sweet Saviour's birth
Categories:
reposted, spiritual,
Form:
Couplet
Categories:
reposted, beach, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Cornucopia
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
The Harvest V E
E Tradition: * Prunes G
N Long *Pecans G
O Long *Peaches I
^ WE SING Ago *Plums and Pears E
^ JOYFULLY Man *String Beans Green Beans and Lima Beans S
^ UNTO Would *Carrots Potatoes Wheat Rye Rice and Corn
The THEE FILL *Strawberries Blueberries Raspberries
Cornucopia a *Walnuts Chestnuts and Brazil Nuts
The Horn of Plenty goat's *Apricots Apples and Almonds
A horn shaped BASKET- horn *Onions Oats and Oranges
Every year its rims will flow over *Pomegranates Cherries
At harvest time- its *Lemons and Limes
It overflows profusely rim * Persimmons
WITH bounty! WITH: * Dewberries
A vast abundance of food * Bananas
Celebrating harvest * Paw Paw
Great Prosperity. * Figs
THANK YOU GOD!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
August 9, 2009
Categories:
reposted, happiness, holiday, thank you
Form:
Concrete
Diamond studded armour
A lance of pale moon light
Mounted on black beauty
Is a night of winter white.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written: Feb. 6,2006
Categories:
reposted, nature
Form:
Verse
Pendulum strikes hard - tick tock tick tock
Evolution asks -which way to go
Arms have evolved too
Canines are still there - to cannibalize
Evolution reminds - time is short
'Foreign', the word, should be deleted from the dictionary
Omnipotent YOU has created us all - who are we to divide
Revolution is needed to spread love and peace
Ask the mothers
Labour pains are equal; so, why fight each other
Let liberal minds lead us towards light
08.10.16
Contest no. 220 any theme any form max 15 lines
Judged on 9.10.2016
Why :
Peace is still much sought;
civilization is just
another jungle -
here endless greed wears nice mask,
Time to change - for our own sake
26.11.2016
Categories:
reposted, peace,
Form:
Acrostic
Pumpkin
. I’m
A
melon
From which pies are made.
Have a fright? I used to cure snakebite!
And I removed speckles from people with freckles.
90% water, oh, so delicious. There’s more. I’m nutritious.
Eat me. What, can I say? You’ll get potassium and vitamin A.
That’s why I’ve been used in soups and stews. And not just in pies,
Surprise! Surprise!!! Here’s a fact that’s incredible. My flowers are edible.
Earliest ancestors’ seeds were N-a-t-i-v-e to the A-m-e-r-i-c-a-s. Believe!!!
Did you know? My h-e-r-e-d-i-t-y dates back to 5,000 years. Long, long ago!
That’s not all. Native Americans, with honey in vats, used me to weave their mats.
Here are some facts to make your mind glisten. Early settlers used to- now listen!
Make C_R_U_S_T_S!!! That’s right, I was used in piecrust and NOT poured inside.
That seems in some ways eerily chilling! A pumpkin piecrust with cherry pie filling
Oh, what’s all the fuss about pumpkin piecrust? Minced meat? Or a peachy treat!
Welcome. Come in. Join the fun. Prop up your feet, in the shade, not the sun.
Squash. Cucumbers. We’re all kin. Can you guess what family we’re in?
Cucurbita. I’ll say it again and again. Our family name is Cucurbita.
Cucurbita! Cucurbita! Cucurbita! Cucurbita! Cucurbita!
We're not just jack-o-lanterns. See!!!
*** Pumpkins posess history ***
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
August 27, 2009
Categories:
reposted, holidayfamily, family,
Form:
Concrete
Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Old Jock had injured and bruised his man thing
His doc said "Jock, you'll need a tartan sling"
He's now looking quite built
Bulging under his kilt
Lassies swoon when he does the Highland fling.
After a week his thing turned black and blue
Jock said "hoots mon, what am I ganna do"
But he'd left it too late
Doc had to amputate
And now poor Jock has to sit on the loo.
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
He washed his new jock, it was new
So it tightly embraced both its crew
But after the race
Oh what a disgrace
His now aching partners were blue
WRITTEN BY JOHN LAWLESS
Jock stumbled and he landed face down
Injuring the jewel in his crown
His bruised pride and joy swelled
By awe it was beheld
Jock's tackle became talk of the town.
The doctor said I know just the thing
To give support to your ding-a-ling
Doc got Jock's bits strapped up
Jock swore and he cussed
For doc said it could be longstanding.
Jock's dilemma can be seen by all
He's going nuts because of the fall
He's craving free willy
To swing willy-nilly
And longs to unstrap his cannon ball.
WRITTEN BY BELLE BELLEVUE
Now Jock knew about liquid nitrogen
But sprayed on far more than he might have done
So just when it mattered
One tap and it shattered
And Jock said Hoots mon, me old fright’ner’s gone
He said Doc, I need a new caber
My wife has never gone through labour
The Doc held his gaze
Grabbed three treble A’s
And sewed on on a three foot light sabre
WRITTEN BY TERRY FLOOD
Jock managed to get his willy banged up,
He cried loud like a little newborn pup,
Stayed in bed a week,
It hurt to take a leak,
All because he slipped on his sippy cup
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
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Categories:
reposted, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
LOVE..................................................
is a moment when nothing else can matter
and if it ended that moment, you couldn't be sadder
and if the person across from you don't feel that way
you do anyway
or..............................................................................
it's...
a moment when a smile fills your world, even after it's gone
and awhile with someone is reason enough, to build life upon
if someone says "I love you", throughout a day spent together
I'll say it out loud, now, with a love meant forever
sharing, and caring, and moments in time
each and every one, soaring sublime
through a life that i never knew
was so dim and so distant, till i knew you
then...................................................................(!)
a meal shared together in a kitchen for two
with kids in the living room, maybe like you
the noises of eating go unnoticed, but if elsewhere
with someone else, you'd try not to glare
and if the day wasn't very fun
you'd still rather not end it with some anyone
love.........................................................................
is a moment when the moments all end
and you know, no matter how far you have to bend
that the effort you make, to have a good day
was worth every minute you listened, as they had their say
you'd not have been so happy, for so long a time
than to have been together, to inspire a rhyme
because what they are saying, in their very own way
was, "I love you", too.
then, again.................................................................
a love poem doesn't need fun...
it just needs someone.
you.
and if the only thing in view
is your world, girded with nature, then... love.
what you see, that goes so unknown
until that moment, in Gods very best church, and alone
love is natural, and supernatural, and free to us all
and you needn't a telephone, to answer or call
or someone to answer, when with awe, you, wondering, feel
because either way, it's from God, and it's real
good luck with your life, fellow gentlepoet
and wherever you are, treasure, and know it
LOVE.
love poems...phah!
Categories:
reposted, loveday, life, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Suddenly,
all four of you, pretty maidens, bonded with sisterly love,
running, all the way down,
through the lush greenery of the jungle,
jump —
from the mossed green rocks, laughing and stealing the attention,
of all those who surround you.
Then giggling and chuckling, across the blue-green valleys,
Continue your unstoppable journey.
Lustrous maidens, move placidly, to four different directions,
bearing your own sorrows, quietly, now
and through meadows, to your destination.
Awaits there, your dearly dad, with open arms.
Together at once, you run toward him,
to indulge in the waves of love,
and the joy of laughter echoes, it’s the celebration of reunion
after many miles.
Way up there, amidst the mist,
watching your mom, smiling with maternal love,
still imagining that you’re the sweetest
baby girls that she gave birth to.
Oh! You, four pretty maidens,
rivers of a tropical island,
together with your dad, The Mighty Ocean,
sing the chorus of the inevitable Love;
it’s the sweetest psalm, to your ever-loving mom,
who stands still, with unwavering courage,
smiling amidst the mist—
The Peak.
There are four main rivers in Sri Lanka, birthed from Central highlands, flowing down in four directions, across the island, until they lose themselves among the splendor of the Indian Ocean.
(Source: Wikipedia)
Wrote for Six Relatives Poetry Contest
On 22 November 2020
Sponsored by, Caren Krutsinger
Grammar checked through PS Grammar Checker
Edited
Categories:
reposted, family, love, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Originally posted in 2017.
I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your wit and charm
With piqued reasons I have come to deduce
It's time to say fond farewell to my muse
She should seek a new poet and lay claim
for my words have grown utterly abstruse
Spare me sullen eyes, from cries in refrain
I shall not weep in sadness nor disdain
Bitterness does not become a recluse
My poet's heart weakens, I dare not feign
Time's drawn the shades in darkness of night
No candle flame shall glimmer enough light
in which I may be tempted before morn
to doubt seclusion and attempt to write
Cloistered without pen, I shall ever be
From thinking in rhyme I shall be set free
Poems half written on bits of scrap paper
I shall lock away and then toss the key
My hand has retired, this last poem now penned
No more idyll thoughts of mind will transcend
Bereft of rhymes and abandoned of verse
This poet knows her time has reached an end
Ink no longer flows through my tunneled veins
Expressed emotions in poetry wanes
And when interred, on my stone I shall read,
"Reclusive poet" over my remains
Categories:
reposted, emotions, poetess,
Form:
Rhyme