Best Shinier Poems
A child in time
Innocence was not youth, innocence was the times
We all sat at the dinner table
Discussions were lively, as adult’s sipped wine
That old Volkswagen, a trunk of memories
Now sitting in the graveyard of old rusty cars
Wishing for shinier days, and a fresh cold coca cola
Frozen in my mind, rusty bumpers, forever a time to cherish
Some dreamed of voyages to space
I dreamed of far away meadows
Where nothing ever changed
Childhoods magically suspended in time
Let me say, time is no ones friend
We spend it easily in our youth
We treasure it like frankincense with each passing day
Love captures our hearts, will time let it stay?
We see the world around us die
Knowing this is nature’s way
Pain, as loved ones fade
Wither away, as we linger on
Day after day
The same questions float in my head
Why do things have to change?
Am I not better off dead?
Love is bound by tears of the heart
A soft kiss or eyes that speak in lustful silence
It matters not, not at all
We must suffer this world as humans do
Me, I shall cling to yesterday
The days of abundance of spirit and youth
I shall dance inside these memories
These are the happy shadows of the past
Categories:
shinier, memory,
Form:
Light Verse
I remember the good old days of what now seems so long ago
The year was twenty nineteen. What parties we used to throw
Family and friends gathered for weddings and festive holidays
Smiles were seen before flashes of illness and dissension blazed
Parents went off to work; their children educated at school
Life was much easier then; and people didn't seem so cruel
We laughed and joked at neighborhood restaurants and bars
Hope in the future was bright, and shinier seemed the stars
It was a time when we took for granted, many simple things
When never would we have imagined the wrath of viral stings
Nor how much we would sadly miss the nearness of others
the signs of affection we'd still give, if we had our druthers.
There is one special memory from those "The Good Old Days"
that will never be forgotten in the grateful voice I lovingly raise
The blessed news of a new family member; a healthy baby girl
I pray her future will be worry free, as I watch her life unfurl
January 13, 2021
The Good Old Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
shinier, baby, hope, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Chance seeing that shooting star, death by brilliant light.
Interpreting dreams, from the day or the night.
Chasing rainbows, it’s treasure foretold.
Facing the mirror, lines drawn, time is so cruel, just getting old.
A wish from adolescence, so fleeting, soon gone,
Finding it, losing it, then, the will to go on.
Fish in the ocean, songs soulful and sad.
Movie star glances, playing well written lines.
Maybe for 7 years, perhaps 10 if you are lucky.
It’s all gone so quiet, time to do it again?
Change for the better, could be sublime.
Forget the life of the past, move on in time.
Or live with the niggles, the mundane and the sour,
A fresh face, a smile, a feeling empowered.
What should you do, how will it end,
Seek advice from a stranger or support of a friend.
The truth is in there, somewhere, but it’s a gamble of trust.
Old for the new, the passion or lust
It’s a question asked over again, driving us to despair, as we
Wrestle with our head and our heart, with neither so clear.
To stay with the familiar, or infatuation so sweet.
In a throwaway society, where quality and value should last,
But a new toy is shinier than the comfort of a past.
An old barn burns the fastest; it’s always been the same,
From Maggie V and onwards, in a broken dream.
It has destroyed me, ne’er mind the cost
Of hearts sold and broken, it all falls into dust.
Water it, nurture it, see it grow and sustain,
So easy to turn it from the glow to mundane.
We are surrounded by it, with its passion and desire,
It’s too small a word, which we can always shift blame,
Yet we let it run amok with our emotions and mind.
We need to learn to be honest with it, to use other words of desire,
Fascination, drawn, enamoured, stimulated or lust
The feeling of tenderness, that electrifying touch.
A life for a life, a time for a time,
You get older, perhaps wiser; you seek solace, something quite unreal,
So why is it too easy to fall in love?
Categories:
shinier, break up, desire, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
It springs upon you.
Gleaming clawed metaphor
struggle to unhinge.
Many-legged adjectives
commence to crawl over the page
similar to a robotic centipede
but bigger, shinier, brasher.
Then the seductive purr,
the mannered modes, the manicured forms,
the unmistakable reek of poetry.
The first step they say is recognition,
the second step is to find it a home.
The third step is to clean up
after it craps itself.
Categories:
shinier, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Ive noticed boys are like seagulls.
They pick up the first shiny thing they see.
Why would they want something dull.
Dont you agree?
And they keep it and hold it and tell it its pretty and that they love it.
Until they spot something more shiny and new.
Something that they just have to get.
I don't have any clue.
How they don't care anymore about the first.
They have no problem dropping it and forgetting.
They leave it like it was the worst.
Its a slap in the face..It stings.
Ive noticed something else i can see
There's always something prettier, brighter.
There always seems to be something shinier then me...
Categories:
shinier,
Form:
I find it quite strange
how so many people
desire drastic change:
Change would be so simple!
Change would be terrific!
Yet when I ask them,
what kind of change,
they leave out specifics
saying,
"Change is what we need
and change is for the better!
Staleness has gotten old
like an ugly Christmas sweater!
At this point in time
any change at all
would most likely do;
I care not what that entails
just as long as it's something
shiny and new!"
But pray tell, I'd wish you stop and ponder
what it is you're convinced is greener
out there in yonder.
Bigger house? Shinier car?
More fashionable attire?
Perhaps some allusive 'she'
whose heart you could admire?
Some people want to change
until the day they die.
While old-fashioned me,
can't help but wonder why?
Let us never exercise the thought of changing!
Let us be as mountain rivers ceaselessly flowing!
Do you recall what the seed said
before it became a tree:
some dream of changing,
I dream of growing.
Categories:
shinier, allegory, analogy, wisdom,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I carried my little precious pearl tightly in my hand. I never ever wanted to let it go. I knew that one day I would use it for something grand, perhaps an exquisite necklace or an ornament. You see it was the tiniest of gems, but it was the most precious to me. I knew it had great purpose and opportunity. It was cultured over time as the circumstances in my life hardened its outer shell. Holding it tightly in my hand never wanting to let it go.
Then one day I accidentally dropped it and it rolled beneath the table. I lost sight of where it went and grief overtook me. I got down on my knees and asked the Lord to help me find my tiny white opalescent pearl. He said, "Leave the task up to me. That's what I am here for!" Finally after several years of searching for this precious gem the Lord said, "Open your hand!" Open your hand, close your eyes, and make a wish!" I did exactly as the Lord had asked and then I saw my tiny little pearl reappear. It was larger and more brilliant white than I could have ever remembered. It was even shinier than the most expensive diamond.
There is a moral to my quaint little story. Always hold on tightly to the smallest things. You never know when they could get away from you. Secondly, the most precious things in life are the things that can barely be seen like this tiny white pearl-- and oh the joy they bring when you see their maturity over time.
Gwendolen Rix
1-23-15
Categories:
shinier, christian, faith, growth,
Form:
Prose
I knew that the war had come to an end at last
Cheers rise from the army
Oceans of tears come from the past.
It was time to go home
To families and friends
And back to Rome
We celebrated the feast
Until we heard a “PAROSA!”
From underwater came a giant beast
We knew we were in danger
At the mercy of the monster
But suddenly there appeared a mysterious stranger
He was glowing with light
Shinier than silver
And far too bright
We tried to hide
Any place we could
But the light was by our side
A voice said “God will help us win”
You have nothing to fear
Help will come to you from within
The words came true
We were set free
We won and triumphed in the war, you see .
(Benedict 8 years)
Categories:
shinier, war,
Form:
Sonnet
Still round the corner there may wait, a new road or a secret gate"
to walk, skip, dance or glide through,into yesteryear,maybe centuries ahead.
To put our wrongs right, ability to see fate,avoiding pitfalls
our globe would be a shinier place,abiding what dwells from the secret gate.
I would have my wishes all come true,peace throughout the world
no wars no bombs,nor starving millions,equality nationwide.
The cure for painfull illnesses,would be iminant,purity in the air
a god like feeling tremendously,magicly to perspective.
Being able to view the infinity of stars,sheer beauty imminance
a bus ride away,a planetary outing,dazzling the eye.
Hopping on a shooting star,galaxy we do glide
or sloping down the half moon,pleasuring the slide.
Paul Beadnall for
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Contest Name In a land called fantasy...
Categories:
shinier, imagination, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Anger, dolent, satisfaction.
I dont understand the feelings
What is it? Where is it? How can I avoid it?
No,
How can i get it?
Satisfaction. I want it
But the anger. The compressed emotions
People uttered
Whynis it still going around me?
Covering every inch of my soul.
I lost my mind atleast another thousand times
Should I stop? But nothing is crueler than dream ends midway.
I whelve the seed. Balter around it. Holding the most genuine smile
Shinier than the gates of heaven
Its not raining, just tears.
of anger, hatred
form into and ocean, when turns into a thread it could reach the sun
It's a curious thing
The death of a foe
The helpless last breath
When their heart is in my hand
seconds before death
How does it feels like
Putting a foe underneath some sheet
For them to never wake up
The apple turns red. Beautiful
How I wish to see it rots in their body
Rots with the poison I created
Oh, how beautiful it is
Turning red to blue that ends with black
If blinking save you from the hand of death,
I would cut off my eyelids and make an art out of it
Beauty is what I see
Last breath step out. Far from the body
Forced
Mixed with thousand winds
Goodbye to the screams
Echoed in the hallway
Hello to the creeping silence
Dark
but without it, we can't see the stars
To surpass the monster, I'm willing to abandon my humanity
I realized that anger is inevitable
The life i created for myself
In my head, crawling to the gates of reality
Living peacefully in me
The monstrous
Nothing else,
just stars
Categories:
shinier, anger, angst, anxiety, death,
Form:
Free verse
What would I give up for you?
My morning coffee
The newspaper I rarely have time to read
Maybe a few evenings at the opera
Or perhaps that newer shinier car
I see your image
Flash accross my screen
tiny emancipated body
Fragile
Sad
Glassy eyed
I feel
I see
I avert my eyes
What can I do?
Will it make a difference?
Can I love you who I do not know?
Guilt washes over me
I have so much
Will I be called to account
For my selfishness
Apathy
Ignorance
The heart I lack
My tears
I shed for you during late nights
Phone numbers flashed accross my screen
On my 60 inch HD TV
Remote control in hand
A choice
Do I change your life?
Is it easier to look away?
I can't decide
My phone glowing in the dark
Accusing me
Asking me
What will you give up
My hand trembles
I reach out
Dial
Stretch my heart
Across an ocean
To you
A life worth saving
A story to rewrite
Your village
People you care about
A well
Food for your table
Medicine
A blanket
A difference
I can no longer look the other way
I have seen your face
Looked into your eyes
My coffee
Your new day!
Inspired By Bindu's poem "Prey"
Categories:
shinier, emotions, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
A flower emerges amidst the pebbles
Eyes behold, its beauty; its fragrance stronger than all else
Its surface shinier than anything I’ve seen before
It dances in the wind, standing where it dwells
One unfortunate day, she caught my eye
She, who was prettier than any flower could hope to be
I had always been afraid of pretty girls
But it was never this bad, you see
She smiled, as if i were the only one she saw
A jewel so precious, she was a living piece of art
And her eyes shimmered beyond every star
Even so, I knew my love was doomed from the start
Our love was a bud on a deserted, desolate island
It was sown; it grew, even amidst the gloom
But as the dust storms triumphed; thirsty, our love was
A flower that may never bloom
I was entangled in a web as smooth as her hair
Nothing could save me now, not even the gods above
For I was the fool who couldn’t grasp
Just because she smiled and blushed, does not mean she’s in love
For my eyes are not for you, she said
And told me about the one that flood her mind
In depths of despair and hopelessness
She left me, so grim, so petrified
And yet, my heart yearned for her essence
A girl; as obvious as the rain, as unpredictable as the weather
She was the one who ripped my heart up
The one who sew it back together
Categories:
shinier, emotions, feelings, flower, longing,
Form:
Free verse
You had a bird in hand
your boat was right there at your pier
with your name on it
all the accouterments were at your fingertips
there was nothing to do but jump aboard
it was that easy
one step at a time
over the gangplank
one, two, one, two
bingo, all aboard
but no
not one, two, one, two ... splash like one thinks
however ...
baby snubbed her nose, a pleasant way of saying condemnation
wanting a bigger,faster and shinier ship
condemning the smaller ship
okay ...
keep in mind you had a bird in the hand
a boat that would have been loyal to you
it certainly doesn't match up with the bigger,faster and shinier ship
but it would have been loyal
then again ...
maybe the horizon has a pretty picture for thee
then again ... maybe that picture has laughing donkeys
who knows
who knows ...
how long you be waiting for that perfect horizon
who knows ... if laughing donkeys bred
the gist of it all, you did have someone that was loyal to you
contrary to what you might have thought
connie pachecho
1/29/17
Categories:
shinier, beauty, perspective, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
I know a place where many people would like to visit but cant. I know a place where a lot
of people don’t know I go. I go to this place when no one can get a hold of me. This place
is full of music, it got vivid bright colors. The music plays all the time. I have a
husband with no face and kids with no faces. But lately those faces are blurry. Getting
clearer, at least for the husband it does. The colors though, bright and beautiful, show
all the meaning in this place I go to. The blue so blue that its bluer than the ocean.
Bluer than my eyes and yours as well. The house is built just to my liking. The cat walks
by and looks up at me and meows. The dog barks in the back ground, the fish makes bubbles,
and the kids giggle in the other room. I’m in the kitchen cleaning and making dinner while
I hear the TV on in the living room and he’s playing a game while talking to the giggling
kids. I walk in there to see the colors on the screen of the computer as beautiful the
ones I see. The red of the shirt he is wear and the blonde of his hair. The giggle that
pierces my thoughts and I turn to see the little girl all full of joy. The couch ruby red
just like the ruby I wear around the neck. The diamond on my finger is shinier that I've
ever seen. The earrings in my ears dangle around my neck. Then the cry of the little boy
needing his diaper changed laying on the dark emerald green blanket with the yellow
giraffe on it. In walks the sandiest of brown and white dogs with so much energy that her
face looks like its almost smiling. The cat comes in from the other door and rubs
affectionately on the little girl whose laugh punctured my thoughts just moments before. I
look back at the little boy on the couch whose cries now have punctured these thoughts. I
turn and walk over to him. I pick him up and say why you crying my little man. His tears
fade and a smile comes to his face. In this place I'm finally me and I'm finally happy
again. This is my place and no one can take it from me.
Categories:
shinier, children, life, love, mother,
Form:
Free verse
From the flood we emerged,
formed from the shiniest pearls
of the deepest oysters...
In the ancient void, when the world
was only sea and earth,
without any inkling of civilization
yet to be in place,
oysters existed beneath the waves,
which moved only due to Her breath.
The Goddess scooped up a single oyster
of the sea with Her
mighty paw, and a single toe
stroked the oyster's shell so
comfortingly that it purred
and opened for Her
Majesty. Within this oyster,
as all oysters these days, lay a little pearl.
And yet this pearl, unlike the ones
you know, of ivory, no...
This pearl was shinier
than the others,
and a beautiful pale blue hue
rested gently upon the tiny sphere.
The oyster's happiness
of the Goddess' tenderness
changed the color.
She leaned Her head in close,
whispering soft, sacred words
almost forgotten.
The pearl leapt out of its home
in such joy and snuggled against
Her face, nuzzling Her
like a child to its mother.
The Goddess closed one paw
over the other to provide
a new oyster-like
home for it.
After several moments, She slowly pulled
Her paws apart and within the pearl
had taken on a larger, distorted form.
But the Goddess had not meant for distortion
as She did a transformation.
For it was no longer spherical,
instead a small creature.
The Aknu were born
from this single pearl,
made beautiful from
the simplest element beneath
the sea.
Categories:
shinier, animal, beauty, creation, history,
Form: