Best Sharon Poems
Though we’ve never met
I comprehend your beautiful words
I feel your pleasant persona
Never a mean word to be said
I ache from your kindness
Making others feel ten feet tall
Picking me up when I may fall
Talent beyond compare
Are you brunette or fair?
But that wouldn’t matter to me
If I never had the chance to see you face to face
Your wonderful personality I could never forget
You’ve help build a community of friends
Steady and true
I wish you peaceful skies of cobalt blue
Fields of flowers brushed in rainbow colors
I pray for love from God above
For you and your family beloved
Know that you touched lives that may not have been touched
You changed someone
And brought me a new reason to write
You’re an inspiration and a friend
And you’ve touched my heart polite
Gratitude pours forth
Written for and about Sharon Weimer !
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"So…when I leave you
The pain of leaving
A part of myself behind
Shall linger…forever" I broke off there to wipe a tear
And recover moments of her sweet presence here
And lessons of our fragile "forever", the mortal mist
We live within, and the sad rising of the happy sun
The fading borders between the night and day, bliss
Like a cloud at the vestige of the bay. Dear Sharon
You shall never be alone
For leaving you are never gone
Your words are carved in stone
And set in time in every dawn
The poet stop to think again
It is coming that begins the pain.
Message in a bottle-Kiss-Sharon
His love carried me throughout my life
Like this bottle on the ocean
Let it ebb and flow always
Should you find this bottle
Washing up on shore
please release it
to the sea
once more
kiss
Rose of Sharon;
Sweet suitor, Holy wind;
come blow upon my heart;
My heart has drifted
let your fragrance flow again
Let us sip together the pure wine;
that I may feel again your tender embrace
that I might be forever at your side;
still my hearts cry; my longing.
My Loves pain;
the thorns, the scars
Loves perfect gift!
Sweet fragrant Rose of Sharon:
Perfect Love,
written with loves pure heart,
on fleshy tables of my heart.
Your heart that bled
Love that cried,
My Love never to deny;
A Love that waits.... for me!
My beloved stands without;
Arise my heart I say
unlock the door,
Open, see,
the blood stains
on the door
Let Your Blood
wash away
my sins of youth,
loves exacting toll;
her fragrant petals
her bed of thorns.
I am washed my beloved;
Clean, white, like the milk
that flows down mountainside
like a herd of sheep on Gilead.
My heart skips like a lamb
in springtime on fields of green;
Nourished and loved
nurtured forever at Your side;
My father, my Mother;
My Savior, My Lord,
My King, Holy Suitor,
Your Bloom, Your fragrance;
My sweet Rose Of Sharon.
Brenda V Northeast 18/April/05
rose of sharon
single blossoms' great beauty
close at night
the morning sun says arise
rose of sharon takes flight
June 22nd Summer unknown to me; My younger Sister Sharon Enters --- The World
Her Heart holds the secrets of the universe , her mind Artistic : Pure----- Receives
The gift of POETIC Knowledge: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. I LOVE --- Y O U
I watch YOU grow ; from crayons to the Golden Pen of a Legendary ------ POETESS
My pride in YOU , shines through; my Little Sister the Impeccable ------- Laureate
I stand in the crowd, my Heart beating loud, my little Sister is being ------ Crowned
Her name, Poetry, the bust of Sharon Weimer inducted into History---- -- With Laurel
Placed upon Her head by her Loving, admiring brother; the Honored ---- Wreath
With all my LOVE Happy Birthday My Sister, Sharon Weimer LOVE YOU-- Forever
Her Comments, entranced me: Her POEMS even more so
Her POETRY enhanced me: She watered me, so I could grow
A Bow, an Honorary Golden Pen, My Respect I give to thee
To my Sister Sharon, Love I send, FOREVER throughout Eternity
We share a kindred Spirit, our Emotions, Heartbeat, Love and Fears
L’il Sister Writes; I hear it, I feel her words of joy, love, sorrow, tears
“Is Your inkwell filled with my thoughts?” “Yes, and YOUR “Inspiration”
I will not attempt to change Your thoughts: “become a POETRY “Inspiration””
Your lyrics, on the roads of my mind, Your Spirit beating in a Loving Brother’s Heart
I know not where to begin the path of my mind, “Your Love for “Lenore, Always a start”
With quivering hand I grasp my Quill, dip it in the inkwell, Lost in the words LOVE Writes
To Honor YOU a Brother’s; “Thrill”. HGarvey Daniel Esquire, (HG) ; Harry wrote these Writes
So sad to see YOUR Pen Laid down my Most BELOVED ; Sharon Weimer ( “ L’il SIS “ )
I Thank-YOU for the POETRY and the times we have (SHAR)ED, I give too YOU a Loving
( " K I S S " )
A Sonnet Tribute to : SHARON WEIMER, A former POETESS on this site (We Miss YOU)
Redbubble is a place where artists meet.
Talents may economically compete.
Moving on left folks behind.
What happiness did you find?
Are you joyful at your poetry retreat?
Long ago, you enjoyed Poetry Soup.
You said that you had to go regroup.
Well, now your poems are gone.
New winners must be drawn.
You are missed and thats the latest scoop!
Days and years have sped as fast as light.
Your works have been deleted from this site.
What, now, is on your mind?
Were friendships left behind?
Does inspiration still bring delight?
Sometimes, we have to take a detour
To green pastures and skies bright azure.
I write these thoughts today
Hoping bliss has come your way.
Trusting that your talents still endure.
© January 11, 2012
Dane Smith-Johnsen
You had a mom and dad that put a fire in your heart...
They provided love and encouragement from the very start.
Randy and Sandy are part of the crew...
And they always applaud everything that you do.
You marched in the band in those high school days...
And as a Cardinal at State you learned the physical education ways.
Peoria is where the the dream began...
And you said to yourself,"If anyone can teach I know I can."
Chicago is where the training got intense...
You got everyone involved,and no none sat on the fence.
Your passion for teaching grew year after year...
And all of your accomplishments, that's one big reason were honoring you here.
You love to travel and you have a great eye to see..
But the full potential of each child is what you want to be.
There are Koala bears and country music too...
A couple of things that are uniquely you.
For Sharon and Lucky it was love at first sight...
And after a hard day, he makes everything right.
It's hard to capture a career that has accomplished so much...
And each child you taught received a special touch.
See the world and enjoy the change of pace...
Sharon,we're going to miss you because no one
will ever be able to take your place.
TK<
Dear Sharon, I see no end
To the rant of an educated mind
Once the pen is moving. I've seen A students
Butcher my writing. I remember the Fall
Of 2009, the poetry workshop at Stony Brook University,
The hipsters and emotional braggers
Eying my work and telling me what it was about
While the smirk on my face concealed
The howls of piteous laughter.
I walked the solemn paths
Of that heavily decorated school
Where trees had been uprooted
And replaced by foster bushes,
Convinced that my English professors
Do not know how to read, but only how
To dissect.
However, I also remember the A on my report.
It was the proudest one I'd ever had,
And I thought of the first day of class
When we were asked to choose a poet
To fall in love with.
I thought of the summer of 2006
When I walked into a little book store in Hampton Bays,
Pointing my freckle tipped nose at the poetry section,
Looking for something new
To look up to or somebody else
To look into.
I picked through the leaves of Blood, Tin and Straw
By the shelf, at the register and on the way to my car.
I read it to friends and perfect strangers
As a devout fan and penniless salesperson.
I did not take notes or scribble on the pages.
I did not create bull- in the hopes to expound
Some undiscovered truth
Between the style and context.
I did not uncover the root of your sorrows and joy,
For you had already done the task
So perfectly.
Mrs. Olds, you and I find solace
In a dying art. I see you as a friend
As I've seen you as
A lover, a mother, and a mentor
Through the gift of a vivid imagination
Where I've been given the chance
To love and applaud your work
In the comfort of my room,
Under the flickering light
Where the renditions of your heart
Lure me to sleep
As a silent lullaby.
It is an artist like you who keeps me writing.
It is knowing the chances,
That if my words can reach a soul
Like yours have reached mine,
Then there is still purpose in contemporary poetry
In my home, my heart, and my spirit
Outside of the classroom.
He is the rose of Sharon
The brightest morning star
No one else compares to him
No matter near or far
His fragrance is so sweet
He's like the morning dew
And he can be the sweetest rose
And bloom in your heart too
Oh come, taste and see
That that the Lord is good
He'll lighten all your heavy load
Just like he said he would
Let the rose of Sharon
Come live in you today
And let his Holy Spirit
Fill you every day
The angels came to take her
On a journey afar,
To a place prepared by God,
Far beyond the shining stars.
It is a place of eternal rest,
Where no sorrow can ever come.
O, what joy awaits her,
In that beautiful new home!
God Himself, shall wipe away
All the tears from her eyes.
Forever and ever, she shall be with Him,
And she will never again have to die.
Sharon talks about my muse
well, I could sometimes use ... Hers!
Now that a score is cast
well, she's just way out past ... Soupers!
Hear the rush and whirring
as she passes though our time?
with another Soup comment stirring
then races off to post a rhyme
and then ... Look!
I see her everywhere ...
when I go to see a New Poet
she's already been there!
Don't you know it,
I'll never catch up
she's just too far gone
so I lift my cup
to toast my talented friend ...
(... and if I could have found a word
to rhyme with gone
this might have had a different end)
I am an aboriginal
Simple and original
I like to keep tradition
I always love my fishin
I am a northwester
Where I like to fester
Under the hot sun
Where I can have fun
I like to get a tan
Whenever I can
I love the great outdoors
Someday I'll see the waterfalls
I'd like to see a croc if not
I'll stand on the top of Ayers Rock
I love the Pilbara land
Always dry and never bland
I have a little girl
She puts me in a whirl
Her name is Shae
She was born in May
I have a little boy
He gives me so much joy
So now you know about me
So young and so free
And that's the way I like to be!