Best Ringing Poems
Flowers in her hair
Mum shed a tear!
Long White Dress
Beautiful Princess!
Flowing Silk,Honey Milk!
Back Bare , Pearls to wear
Pure Fresh Air everywhere.
Tops and Tails
Bow is Black
Father tapping on Son's back,
Serene Sunny day
Candles all the way,
French Champagne
White Pigeons
on the Window Pane,
Daffodils Carnations
Congratulations Celebrations,
Two Hearts One Pledge,
A Perfect Match!
Two Gold Circles without ends
Best wishes to My Friends
GIFT OF LOVE-GOD SMILING FROM ABOVE
---------love CHARMA
Categories:
ringing, wedding
Form:
Light Verse
A moon smiling shines one golden glow
Holds my attention from far below
Ring around a rose her pearly white face
Brings to mind a love one's embrace
Inside dreaming Heaven's opens door
keys the lips kissing explore
Faraway treasure star falling wishes grace
Exploding emotions increases the heart's pace
Winking goodnight sweet angel holds
Forever and always until the bells toll
Co.written couplets by Liam Mc Daid +Seamus and Maria Mc Laughlin
Categories:
ringing, angel, beauty, love, moon,
Form:
Couplet
Un-Ringing the Bells
To live in the shadow of the steeples
the tintinnabulation of Poe’s bells*
tormenting the sinners as they slumber
wrestling the darkened dreams of childhood hells
following the path that led asunder
“the road less traveled”** challenging the norm
a vagabond in tattered memories
wandering through an endless self-made storm.
Awaken - the bells possess no power -
cold hands that call dead clappers to concuss
tremble at the thought the ropes are fraying
fear’s ancient tones now deadened under rust.
Yet their vibration lingers at days start
within the chest still beats their “Telltale Heart”***.
1/3/2017
With acknowledgement to
*The Bells – Edgar Allen Poe
**The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost
***The Telltale Heart – Edgar Allen Poe
submitted to – Sonnet about where you live – Poetry Contest
Categories:
ringing, change, growing up,
Form:
Sonnet
Nippy brisk night draws a cloudless backdrop.
Fireworks and gunfire shot into the air
Whistling, exploding ka-boom, pop, pop, pop
Lighting colorful spiral flowers, there.
Fireworks and gunfire shot into the air
Smell of sulfur and gunpowder wafts through;
Lighting colorful spiral flowers, there.
Sparkles scatter, freedom about it drew.
Smell of sulfur and gunpowder wafts through;
Whistling, exploding ka-boom, pop, pop, pop
Sparkles scatter, freedom about it drew.
Nippy brisk night draws a cloudless backdrop.
12/28/2020
Example for Rhyming Pantoum
Contest 10 syllable count
Categories:
ringing, new year,
Form:
Pantoum
Caught in the throes of depression
he fights an endless battle which
makes his life a constant misery.
Phantom warriors haunt his mind.
High-pitched are their battle cries,
severe and persistent. Fatigued
he succumbs to their intensity.
Roaring on, they launch assault
after assault, fully knowing that
ultimately a resounding victory will
be theirs. Bells ring triumphantly!
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© 11th March, 2017
Categories:
ringing, anxiety, conflict, stress,
Form:
Free verse
Cattle bells ringing
u n
o d
somewhere beyond termite m s—
flies h u m in the heat
Categories:
ringing, africa, imagery, imagination, poems,
Form:
Haiku
Yes, spring has sprung and the bat phone is ringing.
Dragon is at it again! He grabbed his cape! No kidding!
Wouldn’t you know! Here we go, with his eyes to the sky.
Look out bad guys! He’s soaring up in the air, so say bye-bye.
In this case there was a fire, some place, Dragon was needed NOW!
A little girl lost in a fire so hot, and no one can find her, somehow!
So Dragon came in, flew right in, but she wasn’t anywhere on top.
The basement next, there she sat balled up, real close, & so scared.
She was protecting her kittens and a momma cat! And she was in tears!
Dragon to the rescue! He saved all the little ones, huddled in great fear.
He pushed them outside through the basement window, isn’t he a dear?
Tho he naturally, wouldn’t fit through that window, that was so near!
He climbed slowly up the steps, where the house was totally engulfed.
But, never fear, he’s a Dragon, my dear, flames simply don’t bother him.
He got to the back door, as a volunteer fireman, totally hosed him down.
Literally, ALL the way down, to the basement again! HEY! Silly Clown!
The fireman, the Sheriff of Crazyland, was trying to hold the hose, tight!
Out of control, he blew Dragon, back down in the hole! Until, the others…
Could grab it away! The Sheriff of Crazyland, still wanting to be helpful…
He took the little girl and cats to her Mom! So HE was called the hero!
He got a photo taken, for a newspaper spread, as Yep! Here we go again!
By the time Dragon got out, few were about, as the fear had gone away.
And Dragon’s chance to be a hero, well that too, had flown far, that day.
Now, WE ALL KNOW, the great thing he, absolutely, himself, had done.
Later, he’d leave the mascot title behind, to become a Full Fledge Fireman.
But he wouldn’t be there to receive it, until later that next day, you see…
For now, he’s too busy, chasing the Sheriff of CrazyLand, all over the place.
And guess what! He made the front page under the Hero Sheriff, that said…
“That Crazy Dragon! Guess What? He’s at It AGAIN… Chasing the Hero!”
But Don’t Worry, I made him a New Cape! And I called the newspapermen.
So he got a correction, on what happened, along with news of his promotion!
Next day, Umm, on the very LAST page. Oh, Well! Sigh! Can’t win them all.
But you and I… We will always know… The End
Categories:
ringing, fun, funny, giggle, happiness,
Form:
Light Verse
My Poem on Christmas
‘The Ringing Bells’
NOTE:
I have yet to shape this Poem as a Christmas Song. To do so I may have to make some changes here and there, but I am hopeful to make it later on.
If at all I get success in converting it into a Song I will let all my PS friends know about it. With Best & Warm Wishes
For a Merry Christmas & a Very Happy New Year 2015
to all poetry soup members and the team of Poetry Soup.
Ravindra K Kapoor
The Ringing Bells
I love to hear the Music
Which comes
From the ringing Bells.
When the sounds
Of Songs are sent
With each rising prayers
To Heaven.
When words travel
From Earth to Heaven
Arising from different parts of Earth
When faces blooms with happiness
And joys are celebrated.
While listening
These beautiful words like Songs
My heart began to throb
With an unknown
Joy and happiness.
I love to watch
A big Bell
Hanging in the air
When I began to imagine
The circles of its sounds
Floating and rising in the air
Where it gets mingled
With words coming from prayers
And it creates a magic
In my Music thirsty ears
And then my heart
Began to feel a thrill
Even before these sounds
Reaches high in the air.
I believe
These sounds
Coming from the ringing bells
Which floats in the air
They first try
To clean their surroundings
And the whole air
Before they reach
In the ears of God.
Even they try to clean and purify
The idle corners
Of the listener’s heart too
Which often remains empty
In want of Music and Prayers.
And then these ringing sounds
Rise high in the air
To get mixed
With the voices
From the Earth
Which comes from
The heart and soul
Of the singers and men in prayers
When they open their hearts
In the form of words
Or Prayers.
The impact of these
Mixed voices and sounds
Which comes from the rising prayers
Are often very different and deep
As it moves the God
To listen to these Songs and tunes
Coming in the form of Prayers.
Blessed are all those
Who creates such wonderful
Songs, Sounds, Tunes and Prayers
Which take the messages
Of a simple common man and women
To God
To quench the thirst
Of every
Music & God Lovers.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 24th Dec. 2014
Protected under the copyrights provisions of Poetry Soup.
Categories:
ringing, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
Christmas bells aren’t ringing all through our little town,
The zoning ordinances prohibit such a noisy sound.
There are no carolers singing their songs of Christmas cheer,
People are afraid to open their doors to strangers who draw near.
Now Santa needs written permission to enter any locked domicile,
With the arrests resulting from last year his Reindeer are still on trail.
Don’t expect too much in your stocking at least nothing you might like,
Labor negotiations have broken down and the elves have gone on strike.
I hung a wreath on my front door and my neighbor gave me a laugh,
The lights that he displays on his own house could land a small aircraft.
There’s something in that eggnog that has made me lose my head,
I nearly said Merry Christmas rather than Happy Holidays instead.
Oh, I long for an old fashioned Christmas where everyone was bright,
But until the world is sane again I’ll keep a silent night.
And what of that little baby that started this whole thing,
The more I think about him, the more I want to sing.
So let’s all join together and prepare for what may come next,
Let’s all share love, joy, peace and hope by sending out a text.
Categories:
ringing, funny, holiday, christmas, christmas,
Form:
Light Verse
Cell phones whether good or bad
In the pockets of mom and dad
We use map,games,internet etc;.
Can also be used in orchestra
It won't allow you to feel blue
The way to handle is upto you...
Categories:
ringing, teen,
Form:
Haiku
< raise your glass toast to thy new year
recant memories close and near
shed thy tears for beloved that died
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
new dawn is upon horizon
bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned
basking in beauty I did cry
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
winter spring summer and fall's theme
natures way of trickery schemes
weaving another day to try
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
ever try an moon and stars dance
believe me they put you in trance
so raise me once again Lord high
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
illuminates hearts strings nettings
ask not pass singing auld lange sye
ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All
Categories:
ringing, adventure, caregiving, dedication, education,
Form:
Kyrielle
Bells ringing
Up the valley,
Tolled the time of year,
From far and wide
And ocean side
All about could hear.
Categories:
ringing, music,
Form:
Free verse
Freedom Holds The Key
( Dedicated To Americans
(All Who Still Believe)
Freedom is a precious gift
Given from above
Cherish it with all your heart
And always share your love
We are still Americans
Oh let our voice be heard
Let us stand up and speak the truth
That it is written in every word
Many have died to keep us free
They paid the price
for you and me
Many wars have been fought
To hold this golden key safe
And never to be caught
Let us study the history
When our nation was born
The Boston Tea Party
that took place
Is a lesson that still warns
Violence is never the answer
Yes! we are smarter than that,
We don't need weapons
to fight these hats
At the booth we will
cast these people out
Then they will know
without a shadow of doubt
That We Are The People
who will never move out
We love America
The way it was formed
Our Forefathers risked their life
To help Our Constitution be born
But now! Almost 300 years later
We have some who
want to take it away
They are changing the laws,
Behind closed doors
to suit their own way!
Freedom comes with a cost
That will cause us to sacrifice all
To keep our country the
way it should be
And never let her fall
Our flag was designed
With three important colors
Red, White And Blue,
We wave it high for all to see
To let the world know,
That we still hold this key
Freedom came with a high price
Blood had to be shed, Red
White stands for the purity,
that we once held
But, when they removed the
"Ten Commandments"
Our country began to fail!
Blue stood for the Honor of
who we are today
We still can be, that shining star
They cannot take away!
©Copyright 2010 By Susan R. Smith
Categories:
ringing, appreciation, birthday, celebration, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Hi guys go through my new poem based on "Ringing bells of my heart"
Enlighting the heart,
Tantalizing by the glimpse of your's.
With an iota of hope,
I stay tuned in dreams of your's.
Eagerly waiting for it to resolve, my admiring beauty.
Amorously entangling You in my arms.
Apple of my eyes, Ohh my beauty charm.
My soul always want to ignite with the fire of your love.
Hey my laurel-cherry, my blissful lady,
Will you marry me??
Majestic presence of yours,
And my soul is filled with essence.
Visions of your gloriousness, tending to soak my heart,
lustrously shining, Ohh my glittering stone.
You are a Melted cream on the walnut brownie of my heart.
You are the golden jewels of my heart.
Your plugged in soul of diviness, in the socket of my heart.
Can You please Solve the puzzle of my life,
Because Pragmatically I am in love with you!!
Categories:
ringing, for her, friend, girlfriend,
Form:
Crystalline
Church bells are ringing and today ain't sunday,what day will you say bye bye..o' lord why? I wonder if my youngest brother Dave gonna cry..I used to whip his butt.everyday,hmmmn,well at least I made it into heaven cause over there i see a seven eleven.oh my God there's Nina Simone long gone still singing her favorite songs..to be young gifted and black that's where it's at,oh no not reverend rich,I used to swear no way in hell. that woman chaser will make it into heaven,huh oh.where am I let's see if I can fly ain't grown no wings yet oh lord why, I always wondered what it was like to be up here in heaven,not that I was in a hurry,I want to know if I get tired of flying around all day,can I say Shazam and I will be right back down on earth in life checking things out for a minute or will I have to fly up here through eternity, daily eat caviar ,have Minnie Riperton serenade my dinner table every evening with something melodic and pleasing..look at them they can't wait for this wake to end so they can drink a lot of gin lick some fried chicken and laugh a lot why I lay frozen stiff in this box over in plot c wit. 6 feet of dirt piled on top of me tomorrow I will hop into my spanking new convertible Mustang and push the pedal to the medal..I won't die I can fly.anyways back to the church and what's this stuff oozing through my veins,I requested to be cremated my brother thaddeus was so faded..tomorrow I'm gonna fly straight over to seven eleven and get me a gallon of cold-cold Gatorade in case it starts to get hot up in here.
Categories:
ringing, anxiety, confusion,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry