Best Sentimental Poems
There are certain items kept
Sentimental objects are special
They hold the good memories
Some of us own one object
While some of us own several
It could be anything owned
Mine are several items
I treasure to my heart
I framed a Christmas card
A scene of Colpoy Bay area
A painting framed of Wiarton
My sewing table plus more
A stain glass wheel hand made
When the sun shines the colours
show
My statue dog Scruffy
An autograph book of poetry
Are sentimental to me
"The love between a mother and daughter is like nothing else
in the world. It has no rules, it dares all things and crushes all
that stand in its way, and cannot be destroyed, even by death."
Quote by - Constance
The old song I'll Be Seeing You . . .
Oh, Mom loved this sentimental song so blue;
I played it for her- the day to Heaven she flew,
she used to sing it all the time !
I find the words really sublime . . .
and each sad lyric true- and makes my heart chime;
now, I too will embrace the words for my lifetime,
Often, I see my Mom in odd places !
There she is among the faces . . .
at a park walking- and my heart races;
and in my mind that song and memory laces,
I see my Mom in each new morn !
She is with me as the moon is born . . .
and the song- that song should be now timeworn;
but, I find it beautiful and comforting as I mourn,
with the words of I'll Be Seeing You !
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July 15, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Sentimental Song
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1474-042-15
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Theme chosen - #3 Sentimental Song
Written for the Standard contest, One in Five 2
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 07/30/2022
First Place
sentimental
is how i get
thinking back
how you
completed me,
my love
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Stunning scenery in surrounding twilight
lists lissomly, touching corners of my mind,
bringing promises of the forthcoming night
with billowing breezes, of the serene kind.
In muffled silence, smitten by its splendor,
the Composer's tempo sets our feelings on fire.
Seductive sounds spool us with erupting ember.
Enticing eyes envelope us in burning desire.
Our visions of future euphoric foreverness
shine in the subtle colors tinging the skies.
Enveloping us with its muted tenderness,
binding us with its lilting lows, intense highs.
When we turn, the sun is gone, just like fine wine.
Its lingering glow highlights us in exquisite eternity.
Your slender, tender fingers entwine with mine.
We softly shift from sentiment into sweet reverie.
A spirited moon skipped and skid
across the silent snowy steppes
as a pale sun sidled and slid.
Her passionate sensuous steps
softly seduced the stars to shine
across the silent snowy steppes.
I beseeched the night to be mine,
singing a sentimental song,
softly seduced the stars to shine.
The Milky Way formed a sarong
surrounding me with deep desire,
singing a sentimental song.
I followed lustily in dire
need of fragrant vanilla grace,
surrounding me with deep desire.
The mystical night chided me,
a spirited moon skipped and skid.
Her radiance had blinded me
as a pale sun sidled and slid.
Sentimental scars
Hurt so much more
Than these physical blemishes
I’d rather bleed briefly
And heal with a scratch
Than bleed forever
And never be repaired
It's with a deep feeling of love that
we decorate our Christmas tree
and mount it in a place of honour
so it brings joy to all who
will come to rest their eyes upon it.
It's a tradition close to our heart
as we bestow charm and beauty on each branch.
Many ornaments have sentimental value
as they've been passed down with great care
through years and generations.
Sparkle and glitter light up the season
with added sprinklings and flicks of magic.
Everyone enjoys how it brings out the child in us
as we reminisce about Christmases past
and feel nostalgic for loved ones we dearly miss.
AP: 2nd place 2025
My dearest, darling lover,
Through this electronic medium
I touch and caress you with my love
As you read these my words to you
Feel the tenderness of my lips upon your neck
The aching of my breast, molded to your chest
Stronger than the miles between us, is our love
Stronger than the issues that separate us, is our love
The vastness and continuity that envelopes our heart
I now wait with longing, my darling, and sweetheart
For the day, which seems to stretch each hour of the clock
When we will be one, as we should have been, so long ago
I need your touch, as the river needs the water to get along
I have been incomplete without you my sweetest love
I thirst for your loving, as the desert longs for the rain drops
I wait, impatiently my love, with bated breath
Watching that clock, which I have confounded for ticking too slowly
For that day, that hour, that minute, that second, when you shall be mine
All mine. I love you, so much, dearest, with everything that’s in me
< amidst flocked needles ...
woven ornament strewn ...
a star is ... born
The way to a man's heart is through his heart
Contrary to how the old saying goes
After all my years this is what I've discovered
It's an axiom most people don't know
The “through his belly” quote wasn't accurate
As far as this old guy's concerned
If you could know me now you'd know for sure
The name “sentimental slob” is earned
Hate to admit it, I slobber at sad movies
Are real men supposed to blubber
Or is that an old saying from way back when
Now it's okay for men to sputter
Showing emotion wasn't considered masculine
The way it's been all these years
Strangely we're expected to be real jocks
And never ever shed a tear
Well I'm telling you here and now, my friends
That's a great big load of crap
If you're ever moved to show some emotion
Ladies love a sentimental chap
© Jack Ellison 2013
What’s hiding in the attic
Nothing but dusty boxes of sentimental relics
~ past I can’t let go
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
You sort through yesteryears,
reliving every scene.
And doubting choices made,
dream of what might have been.
Time slowly unravels
the tangled threads of youth.
And reveals woven lies
camouflaged as the truth.
Savoring the moment;
with its bittersweet taste.
You peer back at a heart
love overlooked in haste.
And as your memories
try to recall her face.
You dream what could've been,
in fantasy's embrace.
A sentimental fool,
you feel fate steered you wrong.
And doubt haunts you, like the
words to an earworm song.
Heart-fragile, love flashes that my memory stashes
live on to hurt me in sentimental, joyous ways;
his dog tags, medals and ring sit in my jewelry box, and
I am soothed mumming around home wearing his old socks.
Time fragments and slivers dwell tenderly in my thoughts.
A few minutes ago, a loud text alert startled
me and woke me up, and yawing
I fell off my comfortable, canopy bed:
a heartbreaking message appeared
on my black IPhone, I started shaking,
" Pretty boy, I'm leaving for sunny California,
it's about time you had a night of insomnia! "
Little sleep I got and screaming
my nightmare got really worse:
" Did she really wanted to forget
me along with her birthday,
not thinking of that red rose
I would have brought today? "
I refused to hear her untrue voice...
but her sad words kept on echoing!
Coughing out a poisonous disease,
I felt relieved from the sharp pain...
one last thing I had to do to make
her goodbye melt quicker than any snowflake
by opening the secret box so cold to the touch
and unearth: a sentimental treasure
never darkened by a speck of dust;
I found no interest or pleasure in reading
those long letters slowly turned by the April breeze...
awesome words of past deceit that no longer please!
I have bought a ticket to LA to take her back by being cool;
by morning, I will be flying with the iron will not to beseech;
no, my arrival won't be a pleasant surprise by any means!
She thought I would have given up on her like any other fool;
no, sweetheart you are the gold that still lures and glitters,
you are the beautiful glow of the sunset over Newport Beach!
Entered in Laura Lee's contest,
" Combination Of Three Words "
Written on 12/ 31/ 2015
Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting
one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.
Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog
at being on the cusp, when infrastructure
(regarding blueprint describing
information superhighway,
technological/computer transformation
would when soon after graduating
Methacton high school
(mine alma mater)
quickly usher The Fourth Industrial Revolution
a way of describing the blurring of boundaries
between the physical, digital, and biological worlds,
a fusion of advances in artificial intelligence (AI),
robotics, the Internet of Things (IoT), 3D printing,
genetic engineering, quantum computing,
and other technologies.