Best Seventeen Poems
Seventeen
Without a word, he became a star in the sky
Without a goodbye, he became a memory in our mind
Seventeen years, he lived his life
Seventeen years, he cared for us all
Days and nights, the sun will shine, and the moon will glow
Weeks and months, birds will sing, then trees will grow
At quiet moments, we will find him in the sky
Looking for his smile, listening to his voice
Seasons after seasons
Years after years
"Seventeen Years"
by: Eric L. Boddie
In my younger years, satan had the tightest clinch upon my Soul
I was headed to destruction, but, then, my heart was told
All of the Truths my mother made sure that I learned
Many could not believe it, but my Soul refused to burn
So I Allowed God Into my heart, and He Made me Strong where I was weak
Then He Filled me With His Spirit, so that Through me, He Would Speak
And I'm not a perfect man, I felt the temptations that satan sent
Which is why I repeatedly get down on my knees and Repent
And as any shepard to any flock, He Provides me with what you need
So if "I" am unable to forgive my haters, how could I ever lead
How could I give any advice in your greatest times of stress
So all I can do is Pray To Him And Allow Him To Address
Not your every desire, but your every need, Daily Miracles Is All He Will Do
And when you Need Him, He Is There, for 17 years, I've tried to Teach That to you
note: my brother, Apostle Lincoln E. Anderson, asked me to write this for him as he has been Preaching 17 years....
Lamenting sadness of my empath soul
Ten supine feelings hit me hard and whole.
The weeping willow of my heart so fine
Incidental weakness is truly mine.
My sweet soul feels bliss of veneration
A heart-felt idyllic situation
I can see auras around every soul.
Written July 9th, 2019
Contest: 17 is the Lucky Number
Theme Chosen: Shelter Me
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Syllable count: 10 each line. Checked with www.howmanysyllables.com
She has no friends; the one friend that she had
she threw away for a silly reason.
Her father died, and she became so sad;
she has been four years now in grief’s season!
She denigrates her peers because she thinks
they lack her wisdom and maturity
and thinks that everything about life stinks,
thus oozing angst and insecurity!
She speaks her mind but doesn’t know how mean
she sounds to others or that all her strife
is felt by other teens at seventeen.
She’s soon to face a big change in her life.
Because her loved ones care, she’ll learn to grow.
The creep in her shall soon be letting go!
11/28/2016
Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and green
from the traffic lights heralded a wave of white from passing headlights,
like theatre curtains opening.
And centre stage stood I.
The clock at Samuel's jeweller said nine seventeen.
I thought I blended in well- the tailor's dummies in the windows
either side of me, equally well dressed, stared vacantly
into a dark alien world. I envied them.
They were dry.
And not waiting on a first date.
A quick glance up.
The clock said nine seventeen.
They say that time slows down when you're idle, or impatient,
and I was starting to bow to this unproven scientific truth.
Two pretty girls strode past beneath a mangled umbrella,
one briefly threw a smile my way, almost lost in a giggle.
I counted my twentieth chorus of red, amber and green.
It was nine seventeen.
She said she'd be here for nine. I looked at my watch.
Ten O'clock.
The bells of the Guildhall and the Cathedral smugly agreed,
H. Samuel had been lying all along.
The rain had stopped. I stepped out into the throng of couples,
dressed in my singleness, as the girls with the broken umbrella,
now discarded, approached.
No giggles- she gave the same smile, but her eyes knew my plight,
then she shrugged.
I found a bar and sat in damp trousers with a beer, and watched the big screen
to take my mind off a wasted evening.
The rugby was just finishing.
God does have a sense of humour,
England beating France-
Seventeen points to nine.
25th June 2018
For contest 'nine seventeen', sponsor John Lawless
In the aura of love my heart hinders,
All that is left is my strength of sorrow,
Where livid lamenting turns to cinders…
Veneration embracing the morrow.
Like a weeping willow my tears cascade,
Over ten thousand years will come to pass…
My thoughts of you slowly fearfully fade,
Only the strength of sorrows keep their mass.
Incidental idyllic illusions,
Falling upon my magniloquent mind…
Amidst woeful weakness of seclusions,
Stagnant statues of sorrows left behind.
Within a state of submissive supine,
An empath of love where sorrows confine.
Strength of Sorrow…Theme
10 Syllables per line
July.26.2019
17 is the Lucky Number -
Rhyme Poetry
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Background music by...
Two Steps From Hell
'Heart of Courage'
Thomas Bergersen
Invincible 2010
With male virtual voice
Placed 1'st...Thank You
I remember seventeen
living somewhere in-between
I saw the world as black and white
Sides were chosen then to fight
Now that I am sixty three
The world in gray is what I see
Gray in not a somber sense
It’s that I’m sitting on the fence
I can see both halves of whole
Healing a divided soul
Now the path is not so clear
For me to stumble, now I fear
Thinking back on seventeen
I was so innocent and clean
Conviction set the world I knew
Unlike a lifetime in rear view
Beneath, weeping willow you lie supine
lamenting, veneration, muse divine
weakness of mind, love is my illusion
incidental rendezvous, delusion?
my dear, recall our ten idyllic hours
smelt the perfumed air of country flowers
bright your aura, impulsed a dark desire
breathtaking, you captivate and inspire
empath, know me, from marrow to the bone
blue bells hear the daisies whisper, atone
solemn moon, rheumy eyes, opalescent
spectre do tarry with me, you present?
extinguished, I blew out your mortal flame
my unnatural desires were to blame
sleep beauty, keeper of secrets, divine
beneath, weeping willow you lie supine
Placed First with thanks
Dated: 31/07/2019
Theme: My dear
Sponsor: Lu Loo
10 Words: weeping willow, supine, lamenting, veneration, weakness, ten, idyllic, aura, empath, incidental
One more year before the wild bird flies her coop.
Not bad. Bravo. Wise one.
You are more than enough.
Your optimism shines throughout your poems.
You know yourself.
Any idea how rare that is?
There are seventy-year olds who have no idea of themselves
They live a life set down by others
Follow a path
not their own
They do not realize there was a choice
No one said it
Whether miserable or barely happy, they do not complain
Knowing no better.
One more year before you leave the family nest, my friend
Your words will carry you to great heights,
You will write poetry to help save the others
It will come more naturally and completely
as you sleep in a nest of your own making
With pillows you choose and a comforter that
makes you feel safer than you had ever dared dreamed.
A mere 365 days until you can be fully, utterly, diabolically you.
Live spontaneously! Enthusiastically kick around your joy.
Take risks. Love people no one else ever would or could.
Bring home stray puppies. Dance your dance. Sing your song.
You are on your way. Only 365 days. I am so proud of you.
I see the optimism and enthusiasm in your poetry, and I smile
realizing you are heading toward the biggest adventure of your life.
I love this for you. Take risks. Have fun. Fear no one.
Enjoy yourself like you have never enjoyed yourself before.
Happy birthday. It is almost time....
My Darling (theme number 5)
Ten times as strong as yesterday I feel
for you, my Darling; oh that I could be
your empath, for my love is very real.
Your every aura I would hope to see.
Feeling you lamenting, I'd be right there -
a weeping willow, tears falling like rain
to cry with you and show you that I care,
and if I could, I'd take away your pain.
Nothing is incidental about you!
My veneration for you can't decline.
Your weakness I'd make strong, for I would do
anything if I knew that you were mine.
In some idyllic place where you might lie
supine, I'd lie beside you and I'd kiss
your lips to know the sweetness of your sigh.
Would you at last then share with me your bliss?
Aug. 1, 2019
For Laura Loo's 17 Is The Lucky Number - Rhyme Poetry Contest
She's only seventeen
Eyes of warm blue ice…
a sky with clouds of pearl
Kindness peeks out,
empathy for the whole world
Ebony lashes, concealing,
revealing, in a graceful fan
Flickering glimpses of
this strong woman within
Youth plumps and smooths
dandelion dusted skin,
That only glows a golden bronze
when the sun's shinin’.
Hair, a long and straight
arrow down her back
Sometimes it's a rich brown,
sometimes blue, or black
Not interested in pink satin
or frilly, white lace
But she loves to have shiny jewels
to decorate her face
Inside this stunning shell,
behind all the bling,
Lies a mind full of deep thoughts,
a heart that's known pain
Yet she laughs without boundaries,
she will always dance in the rain
My heart and soul, my beloved,
She's only seventeen.
Feeling romantic; in this seat of seventeen stories
This far up, I plainly see the wind beneath the bushes and trees
So tell me, Angel, in front of me, is this your view of our glories?
Did this experience give you peace enough to please?
Or was I boring to you with my thoughts, deep interrogatories?
When I enjoy the best of my life, from a bended pair of knees
It's because the weight is so great of our inventories
There is no scale I know of that measures to their degrees
But oh, the heat that is produced by such fabled stories
Rivaling a summer tradewinds warmest breeze
Dragon has left the winter behind; but’s still wound up & flighty as a bat.
He’s in competition with a friend, to be more creative than Dear old Jack.
He wants to make Dragon concrete art, for with Jack Ellison, to compete!
If Jack can do 1700 poems, he won’t rest until 1700 statues, are complete.
He already sells concrete Dragon footprints, popular wherever he goes.
We use them as stepping-stones on our land, everywhere, you know!
First he wants a leaning tower of Dragon, to help scare away our moles.
Then a Dragon Colosseum, within which to practice... our Ninja Trolls.
Next a splash pool you can walk thru, with Dragons to touch and to hold.
He’ll build the Great Wall of Dragon, complete with a kiddy slide, I’m told!
Another idea is a Statue of Liberty Dragon with music coming from inside.
All of it patriotic, as sung by our illustrious and greatly talented Troll choir.
Then Dragon street lamps, to light up & make life safer, throughout the lands!
The Mayor said he could make all this into a new tourist ‘Dragon Land’.
Disney World ‘Eat your heart out!’ We truly DO know, where IT is truly at!
But Dragon balked at being made a comic strip character at first, how sad!
But we told him Super Heroes are in comic books, throughout ALL the land.
Now he will become, ‘Dragon with a D’, of course, with lots of adoring fans.
If you want to be in his comics, Holler ‘HELP’! I’ll write you in, like a pro!
Between exploring his new escapades, he’ll be making his own statues, so...
Yea! He’s doing untold number of poses, to be put in…The City Park!
This should make the Sheriff of Crazyland, simply… Happy as a Lark!
We’ll start with a Dragon Festival there, with Dragon dances everywhere.
Firemen Welcome as Parade floats of Paper Dragons, dance as they sail by!
Dragon sees himself as a Super-dillious-ish Hero, as his stories spin each day!
But Dragon as a comic book figure? Naw! He can’t picture it… No Way!
So we’ll just have to keep that part to ourselves, as sparks fall on his parade.
For you simply have to remember that... REALITY is NOT his thing!
Written 5-21-2015
Winter hazel weeps
Her barren branches bowed down
No nuts for robin
I'm only seventeen but the pains that I've had could've took fifty years to build.
I was abandoned as a child, and left all alone. Given to someone who doesn't
really care. Then at eight I had my innocience taken away. But I'm only seventeen
don't get me wrong. Then at fourteen I had my first love, but love is for suckas and
that didn't go good. I got knocked up at sixteen and lost that right away, but I'm
only seventeen don't get me wrong. Then I found a guy that I thought just might
be right, but when I saw him at the movies that night, I knew nothing would turn
out right. I'm only seventeen and I been through alot, I'm going through a court
case right now, for rape of a child, but he was only fifteen and rape is not right.
We were together and truth be told, I was told he was sixteen that night. So
i'm only seventeen and i've gone through alot, but I'm only seventeen, who am I to
say that it's alot.