Best Sara Poems
A gardener was gifted a seedling.
Before planting its teeny weeny stem,
he gently prepared the earth,
carefully, vigilantly, so it was soft,
but tough enough to hold its roots.
Everyday, affectionately
he would provide it with water,
especially when the sunlight was too strong.
At times he would place an umbrella
over the top, so the stalk would not become dry.
When the winds would blow with force and
the sapling would shiver and shake,
the gardener would place a solid support against
its trunk, so it could lean on it during the storms
and when the puddles were too deep,
the gardener would wipe them away
and make sure it wasn't affected by the moisture.
Slowly, as the gardener nourished
the young tree, its roots spread
deeper into the ground and gradually
it began to reach out its elegant branches.
Before long, verdant leaves spread, all glossy
with their satin sheen sparkling in the sun.
When callous, colder days arrived
and leaves began to wither, like sorrows
the gardener would treat the bark and
cleanse away the moss,
so no beetles would ruin its skin.
When snow angels fell from the sky,
he would remove all the snow
and build snowmen around its base,
so the tree would be jolly on bitter nights.
As it grew all high and mighty,
its curly brown branches became home
to baby birds and hibernating squirrels hiding their nuts.
With sincere vigour the tree would protect them
from predators... Now the tree was big and strong,
so the gardener would sit underneath resting
from tiring days sheltering from the rain.
After a while the gardener never returned,
but the tree kept flourishing,
because it had unyielding foundations
to battle the elements.
Oh Sara Lynn...Why should I even try and go on?
Many nights I sit on this hill and cry since you been gone.
Oh Sara Lynn...Your departure I try desperately to analize.
Well into the night I wander even as I watch the sunrise.
Oh Sara Lynn....I lay back on this hill where we first made love
From that day forward your body I could never get enough of.
Oh Sara Lynn...I can still taste you on the tip of my tongue,
And the sweet smell of you still lingers in my lung.
Oh Sara Lynn...My lovely sweet Sara Lynn,
How I wish we could go back and do it all over again.
Oh Sara Lynn...The yearning in my heart is so hard to ignore,
And it constantly tears me apart when I think about your move to Baltimore.
Oh Sara Lynn...I pray you'll return to me real soon;
So we may continue our passionate intimacies on this hill under the full moon!
she is
an ever-glowing
pink rose
in winter
with
sun-kissed
petals
her diamond
quill flickers
gold across
the cosmic
canvas
of soupers
Decades of friendship have grown every day,
and now we are seniors, with hair, silver gray.
Back in our teens, at a bus stop we met;
from that day on, our friendship was set.
Thicker than thieves, we were rarely apart,
a bond that was strong right from the start.
Our classmates nicknamed us the Bobbsey twins,
and so that is how our story begins.
Two young girls who fast became friends,
planning together for fun at weekends.
Sharing our secrets, both joys and our fears,
laughing and pining, and sometimes in tears.
There for each other through thick and thin.
Forever best friends, my dear Sara Lynn.
Oh, Sara Sara, oh,
in your warm voice
I see
You as you are, I feel
you free.
Your hands, they deal
the cards, they hold
the key,
they paint my day,
for they unfold to a
degree
the layers to my heart
carefree?
In early morning
coffee....
Oh, Sara Sara, oh,
My warm eye paints
you red:
A colour full of love.
We are no saints, but
that said,
I hold you high above
the crowd, a dragon.
I bet
You smile. You love
dragons as do I,
you had
one just for you.
Oh, Sara Sara, oh
we fly
above the crowd, you
and I.
But now I let you glide,
don't cry.
How masterfully you ride
the sky.
How free you drift,
How high.
***
May 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
When I was young, a book was given me:
a small book with the title "Those Who Love."
Its female author I knew nothing of -
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Gentle, practical and solitary,
Sara was in love with nature and
understood the things in life most grand;
this dreamer poetess wrote beautifully!
She’d grown up reading poems of Emily,
Barrett Browning, Bronte and Rossetti.
A modern woman, wishing to be free -
this dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Her writing had a lyric quality.
I loved her metaphors and similies.
I sensed within her poems - untold stories.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Her poems were crafted with lucidity,
for poetry confusing she’d not do.
Her type of writing influenced mine too.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
A love impossible she fittingly
portrayed, for “contradiction” was her life.
Conflicted, she could not remain a wife.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
She’d known a time of popularity:
A Pulitzer for "Love Songs" she received.
Then came her father’s death and how she grieved.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Depressed and frail, she planned her destiny,
requesting notes to loved ones all be burned.
We cannot truly know for what she yearned.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Did Sara Teasdale end her misery
when she put herself to sleep? Who can say?
Regardless. . . I shall think of her one way:
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully!
Written 11/14/10
S ara is an
A ries girl
R ural Red Rose
A egis of peace.
K ind heartfelt comments
E ncourage one and all
N umerous poems to ponder
D efender of nature’s call,
R ich in rhyme and rhythm
I ncensed at needless war
C reations against injustice
K een to even the score.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Sara Lisa Sue
The evening spent with children
Living fairytale
Sara Halley hailed from Texas
And fell out over a nexus
But she fell through
Her tummy grew
Inferior solar plexus
Copyright© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
02 December 2014
It seems that a weak sun is trying to penetrate my cloud~
A cloud so heavy filled with moisture it drips steadily
Black ominous, not described as light and fluffy so hey you get off my cloud
For the swallows dart about through the damp thickness like bats who fly at night
Let's try to make my cloud go away
Don't let it stay, clear it for future generations
This cloud will engulf the wildest teen
A cloud of destruction for our future generations
How can our youth survive what has been placed around them
A steady availability of illegal substance
A diet that is totally unhealthy
Violent games on gaming systems
Teaching of right removed from the schools
My cloud is heavy, chilling, swirling, damp, penetrating the core of society
Citizens what can we do?
Remember Rome did not fall in a day internal decay ate away its foundation
A cloud of decay is consuming our precious society
What can we do to redeem our future?
Think it through what can we do__
Contest Entry
Now that Sara has bought herself a piece of sod,
We'll have a place to park her bod,
So that all the loved ones she'll leave behind,
Will have a place to go and find,
A reminder of the soul called Sara by name
Who wrote clever poetry
...and inspired some of the same.
This just came thru, inspired by Sara Kendrick's new post "Ownership" and laughing all the
way...what does it mean when we start having spontaneous emissions of poems like this? Is
it a disorder or something? Is there a cure?"
Sara played basketball in squad ParalympicsGB,
At Euros, at Worlds and at Commonwealth Games,
In Manchester and in Melbourne, and had TT victory,
At the Paralympics in London with her team-mate.
Her boyfriend introduced her to table tennis nifty,
And she’s a paralytic, from a virus at the age of 15,
“Meeting people in the same situation as [myself]
was a real eye-opener…it opened up my life again.“
In 2013 Sara and Jane Campbell took the gold,
In the team event class 1-3 in Bayreuth, Germany,
And then she won bronze for herself in the singles,
To ride right onto 2 bronzes in Slovenia, Slovakia.
Illness and surgery were then her disappointing lot,
But she returned in the Lignano Master Open 2016,
To win a fine silver for the team. In Rio, the quarters,
For both singles and team matches. Born 12/04/1990.
Dear Sara Teasdale,
I admire you very much,
I love your poem "Planets"
And ''The dragon alley dutch''
I read a poem in my book,
It's called "The falling Star",
And I must ask you how you wrote,
About things both near and far.
Your imagery is great,
Which no one else can beat,
Your poems are so wonderful,
Creative and complete.
I thank you once again,
I'm sad that you're now gone,
Your works were just so beautiful,
Just like a summer dawn!
Mom, Sara, made it through surgery today and is at home recuperating. She has a lot of nausea and is trying to rest.
Thank you all for the prayers and thoughts of kindness.
Love,
Doris
PRINCESS SARA
Happiness reached at its height,
When i held her in my arms tight.
Never seen or felt this beautiful sight,
Life for me was full of light.
Every moment spent with my angel,
Shew away my worries that bundle.
Her smile and instant expressions,
Beat even the computer's suggestion.
The baby talk, story time,
The toddler walk, nursery rhyme,
Little princess then went to study,
Heavy bags on shoulders tiny,
Challenges she faced in my shadow,
Got rough tough to face the tornado.
Graceful, mature, a teenager she is,
My treasure, the reason of my bliss.
Upcoming DENTIST, fond of flora,
Loves to wear a pink tiara.
May God bless her with a happy life,
for she lightens my hardships in which i strive.
May God protect her from evil,
Grant her a journey wishful.
CONTEST-MY LOVELY CHILDREN
SPONSOR-LAURA LOO
DATE-15/02/2016