Best Send Poems
In the mid-night hour
So many poems lay dominant!
Words glued together yet
Floating around as light as a feather!
Since the weather in my life will always change
I arrange these poems to be read during the darkest night
Writing a poem
Hidden with a damage rhyme
Knowing that life will forever
Echo a flame that speaks from the heart
Poems that I wrote
Never meant to be sent
But in reality there is a Word for every situation!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Categories:
send, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Losing my son was so hard to endure,
a fine young man with a heart that was pure.
Our family and friends came to our side,
they held us close and together we cried.
After the funeral the very next day,
I came to his grave to kneel and to pray.
I asked the Lord to help me to see,
the purpose of death and why it must be.
The smell of flowers from a day old grave,
sadly this memory I have chosen to save.
My dear sweet son I will hold in my heart,
for a small plot of earth will keep us apart.
As the years pass, visits become few,
for what is a stone to me and to you.
I know I will see you in Heaven above,
so I pray to the Lord and send you my love.
12/20/18
Categories:
send, bereavement, death, son,
Form:
Rhyme
05 September 2015 6:30 AM
Early morning start to my day
The dogs have jumped onto my bed to play
Goofy and rested and full of energy
Wrestling and growling what a site to see
The joy in their eyes like a child's smile
Rolling and tumbling making me forget for awhile
I could be annoyed because I did not want to get up
But I see it as God tickling his child through these pups
I dreamed of my eldest child last night
I played with her and she giggled in delight
God must have known that I would awake and feel alone
So he sent in the pups to make me laugh and know that I am not alone
Categories:
send, child, dog, god, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The way you say my name,
Like no one elses is the same
No one else can make me feel this way
'i love you' is all that I can say
So you can send me all your love
The way you smile at me,
Because you see in me what no one else can see
You understand all my quirks
And know how each one works
So you can send me all your love
The way my body feels next to yours
It's things like this that my heart adores
There's nothing else I'd rather do,
Than spend my time with you
So you can send me all your love
Categories:
send, loveme, me,
Form:
Free verse
A green rose I send to thee
on the wings of a bird set free.
With it comes my deepest desires,
that burn in the midnight moon on radiant fires.
Your secret mole, hidden from the public eye
flashes in my memory, dancing on ambers as if suspended on wires.
My drunken leprechaun, you intoxicate me with your lies.
You only want to amuse yourself while I take a green wee.
by
Martin Braun
3/16/2020
Categories:
send, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
i send ................... copyright-poet-mrs. anjali denandee , mom .................................................................................. hey ! you ! the falling-dry-leaf !......... you come down ....... with beautiful artistic movement........... you are too-free................ you leave .............. your past tree......... it is the rule of the nature.......... the ending is must of a life..... you was green......... now you are brown............ you touch the ground........ and then it asks ,...... '' where have you been ? ''......... you say nothing , then......... you became the dead , then............ beneath the tree........... you take place.......... it is your present address.......... then i pick up you........ and on you................. i write by my unseen ink of the mind............ '' i love you ! ''........... i send you........... to find out my lover.... you find........ and then take place........ on her palm............ and she write on you then...... by her tear............ again.... '' i love you too ! my dear ! ''.......... you return again to me, then.......... and i say to you ........ '' welcome ! ''......... and give place ........ again , on my palm.......... yes........... after your death also............ you are very useful ; oh !.............. just like the alive...... of your past-life........ you are my well-wisher..... yes...i shall keep you.......keep.......... hi ! you ! the leaf !.......... ...............................................
Categories:
send, garden, poems,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Send Me No Insults When I Die
Send me no insults when I die
couldn't hurt me if you try
Send those insults while I live
so returning fire I can give
Never try to stab me in the back
my third eye is always on track
I once dearly loved a damn good fight
now I rather prefer to just be right
Send not fools to do your dirty work
I despise fools and simply hate jerks
Take your measures like a real man
with blows delivered in upfront stand
Send me no insults when I am dead
cry your woes, kiss my **** instead
My soul at rest , my spirit in the sky
I say piss on you and don't ask why!
Robert L. 05-27 2014
A lucky inspiration.
I just read an email from a bitter enemy.
He declared he would piss on my grave soon enough! A veiled threat
(possibly) .. I laugh at and now write this little tribute to
the guy's stupidity.
Categories:
send, rude, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
Comic
faces smiling.
Maniacal laughter
echoing deep inside the head.
Terror.
This poem was inspired by Cindy Sherman's Untitled #425, a chromogenic color print from 2004. This print was seen at the Dallas Museum of Art, which is currently hosting a Cindy Sherman retrospective until June 9, 2013.
Categories:
send, dark, fear,
Form:
Cinquain
Send an angel to me
Lift me up, set me free
Lost, so lost in deep beautiful eyes
Cannot resist, souls passion to rise
Send an angel to me
Love that fulfills lifes greatest needs
Hearts that touch, unite and blend
Love so true it cannot end
Send an angel to me
Heaven on earth to always be
Hair so soft, flowing round
Tender deep love, can it be found
Send an angel to me
Love that's pure and will not leave
One touch of her hand, my soul to soothe
Her delicate magic, never remove
Send an angel to me
The one who I can always believe
Devote, commit and give my heart
Together forever, never part
Send an angel to me
In this I send my deepest plea
Stir my senses, eternal love
Sent for eternity by heaven above
Send an angel to me
Categories:
send, love, angel, angel, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Hey honey, I miss you heaps,
Are you busy or are you alone,
Because I love thoughts you send to me,
When you send me those pics on the phone,
Those mazooka bazookas, funbags of gold,
Where all of my dreams can come true,
They help me through the day at work,
Those perfect soft parts of you,
Your lines, your honest, flawless round eyes,
Staring right into my heart,
Seduce my mind to rush home to you,
So we are no longer apart,
So yeah, honey, I miss you heaps,
And I hope you're in a great mood,
To send me those beautiful thoughts of you,
Those beautiful thoughts of you nude.
Categories:
send, fun, sexy, wife,
Form:
Quatrain
I've seen so many people. I've known one common type.
I've found them hard to deal with, and harder to describe.
They work so really hard and make a lot of money.
They never wish to use it, or part with any penny.
Some never get married, as this requires money.
They think a wife and children will waste all their money.
They lead a lonely life as this will save more money .
I wonder why they work and make so much money!
They never enjoy their lives with some of this money!
No man has ever been buried with all his saved money!
The pleasure of spending money provides no equal lure.
So, spend your dear money and God will send you more.
8/6/2015
Categories:
send, allegory, anxiety, best friend,
Form:
Couplet
They all put so much stress on
getting a college degree,
and if it’s math or science,
I think that I would agree.
But in the humanities
another trend now appears,
kids are taught to hate themselves,
and this is reason for fear.
Instead of the great questions,
they’re taught to obsess on race,
and disparage great thinkers
who have the ‘wrong’-colored face.
Instead of human nature
they’re taught to harp on gender,
to the point they no longer think
there is a ‘him’ or a ‘her.’
Instead of economics
they’re force-fed socialism,
and thus doomed to see the world
through a misshapen prism.
Instead of building a life
these students are taught to see
themselves as passive subjects
to assigned ‘identities.’
Instead of questions of faith,
they’ll be taught religion is dead,
just to have leftist belief
pounded hard into their heads.
What comes back won’t be something
worthy of pride or respect,
their morals gone, their reason cowed,
their soul an absolute wreck.
You will not get a person
quipped to take on the world,
you’ll get an angry NPC
out rioting like a churl.
You will not find them ready
to become women and men,
just fragile people who think
the name ‘Blackjack’ does offend.
You will not find strong actors
now ready to get to work,
just entitled people that
rant and scream like spoiled jerks,
and worse still these useless souls
have a hundred grand in debt!
I got to think a trade school
would’ve been a better bet.
Then at least they’d be useful
to society at large,
help to maintain all we’ve built,
and not be the culture’s charge.
Plus if they really want to
give the great thinkers a look,
they can go do that for free
with a bunch of library books,
Or look to the internet,
most of the greats are there for free,
your own thoughts will be as good
as what comes from academies.
Unless it’s math or science,
college doesn’t make much sense,
don’t sent your kids to college,
you’ll just be ruining them.
Categories:
send, education, growth, how i
Form:
Rhyme
i’ve a heart to send
this white rose from my garden
will you accept it?
Categories:
send, friendship, love, peace
Form:
Senryu
"send him down" LET JUSTICE BE DONE.
"send him down "spoke the head of talking wool.
the victims crowd cheering at a volume suitable to fit the crime.
the judge looks lost with his last boom of the gavel.
another day,another life lost to life.
but life don't mean ten years or more.
he's done two on remand,and will be free in five more.
life don't mean love no more.
the rich fly the sky's as the poor share the floor.
"we'll appeal and repeal"said the barristers stare.
matched timidly back by the broken man's glare.
the crime he'd comited was to want to survive.
he fought his attackers and paid with two lives.
should he have laid still there and died?
and had he died there and laid.
would justice have come and made his child less afraid?
would confusion have gone up in smoke with the blame?
"we love you and miss you"read the letter of volumes.
the solicitors are writing through a red taped army.
here are some kisses from us all for you to consume.
your name will be upheld and no longer tarnished.
we love you old fool like the wind loves the rain.
like the birds and the sun, we'll rise together again.
untill that day dawns let hope be your sun.
send him back up,LET JUSTICE BE DONE.
Categories:
send, angst, hope, social, lost,
Form:
Free verse
The content of "The Character of "The Two Greatest Mayors of Louisville Kentucky: Gregory Fischer,and Jerry E. Abramson. Here is "The Content of there combined "Character"! They both realize the "Truth".Here it is!! The pleasure of Love is in Loving. They realize that all are "Happier" in "The passion we feel than in what they or we inspire,and they know that we all would like to continue to inspire,so that we all can remain in the real pleasure of loving and love as our desired passion with inspiration.Love is a many splendored thing!We realize "The Content of The Character of any of our leaders.We will not be fooled or tricked.No cord or cable can draw so forcibly,or bind so fast,as love can do with only a single thread! When all else fails love saves.Love is the fulfilling of "The Law". It is the human summum bonum. As we embody its spirit we incarnate and express divinity.It is an all surrounding atmosphere in which we live,even though unconsciously. In proportion as we send out love we receive it.We are blessed to send and receive love! Let us start transmitting and receiving "LOVE"! In Jesus name we pray! Amen. So be it and so it is.
Categories:
send, 11th grade, 1st grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry