Best Should Poems
IF DEATH SHOULD VISIT ME TODAY
Whether young or old and gray
As earthly life is swept away
Please do not mourn, do not be sad
Just think of joy yet to be had.
Set loose from flesh- forever free
To sail a calmer, endless sea
Eternity, my newfound home
Within which I will freely roam
Inside a greater spirit shell
For then my soul will grow and dwell
Upon the peace, I will collect.
But most of all, you must reflect
We'll meet again in time, my dears
In other worlds- in other years
Beyond the light of cosmic ray
Beyond the sight of human clay
IF DEATH SHOULD VISIT ME TODAY
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Funeral, Eulogy, or Memorial Service Poem
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
Judged: 07/02/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Any Sad Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 11/03/2015
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: The Last Love Letter
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
September 24, 2014
This is a reversible poem (can be read up or down) that I wrote years ago,
and which will be a part of MY eulogy when I pass, to help my loved-ones
cope with knowing that I will be okay.
Remember that night, one of so many of course
When the waitress asked if we were on our first date
We’d talked for three hours till our voices were hoarse
The laughter we shared no one could create
It must have been the joy in our hearts she saw
For eighteen years there’d been no one who meant more
Never for a moment did our love withdraw
I joked and said it was the cologne you wore
Impotence had rendered you last in some eyes
But there was no man who made me happier
My affection for you never compromised
Of my self-worth, you were the certifier
The last time I saw your 95-pound frame
As you lay smiling in the hospice bed
My adoration I just could not proclaim
Couldn’t look back, still wanted to look ahead
My head on your hand, tears formed a puddle
So much in my heart, but at a loss for words
I waited for your angel as we cuddled
Finally they arrived, not one, they flew in herds
The spirit of contentment shone o’er your face
I swear to this day I saw your spirit rise
You faced your death with such dignity and grace
I could not bring myself to utter goodbyes
But now as I pray, the words finally come
“God blessed me with a special friend always true
And now as I hear heaven’s harps ever strum
I know there’ll never be another like you”
*For my dear friend Chris who died on Christmas Day 2005
Entry for Gareth's "Last Words to a Loved One" Contest
H o n e s t y,
because without it,
a child turns a blind eye to the truth.
H o n o r,
because without it,
a child compromises his principles.
F a i r n e s s,
because without it,
a child has no concept of justice.
T o l e r a n c e,
because without it,
a child grows narrow of mind.
P a t i e n c e,
because without it,
a child loses grip on self-control.
R e s p e c t,
because without it,
a child rebels against authority.
D i s c i p l i n e,
because without it,
a child struggles to persevere.
S e l f - r e l i a n c e,
because without it,
a child becomes slave to dependency.
H u m i l i t y,
because without it,
a child cultivates arrogance.
C h a r i t y
because without it,
a child falls prey to selfishness.
C o n f i d e n c e,
because without it,
a child turns inward.
L o v e,
because without it,
a child cannot practice acceptance.
Everyone has rolls when they bend over
When someone tells you you're beautiful believe them, they aren't lying
Sometimes we all wake up with breath that could kill a goat
For every woman glum about stretch marks another wishes she had them.
You should have more confidence, if you saw yourself the way others do, you would
Don't look for a man to save you, be ready to save yourself
It's okay to not love every part of your body, but you should.
We all have 1 friend who seems to have it together. The one with the perfect life,
well, you might be that woman to someone else;
You should be a priority not an option, a last resort or a backup plan
You are a woman, that alone makes you pretty damn remarkable !
Original Text From : Women Fighting For Women
a re-write from Mystic Rose
The sun seems to shine a little brighter
There's something special in the air
The bluebirds sing you a loving tune
every time that you appear
The children all come running
they know you're a joy to be around
There are laughs and cheers and giggles
whenever you get to town
You hold your head a little higher
You walk with poise and grace
The world all turns and notices
That glow upon your face
Your heart is warm and giving
Your soul is pure as snow
You're a vision sent from heaven
You're one beauty we all should know
And He
my dearest
maturest mate to date
has bitterly regressed
to a child irate
from man of logic
to impish state
a hexer vile
filled with hate
while I don't believe
I've changed a bit
he thinks me evil
my mother split
as saccharin
as the Harpie race
bewitching temptress
evil face
necessity
I do suppose
for his childish fit
to so dispose
Dug out of an old journal for John Lawless' Go Ahead I Dare Ya!!! Contest
Look at this smile on my face, do I look sad and alone.
With no one to give me love, and no one to call my own.
Can you look into my eyes, see them filled with happiness.
Would you ever realize, my life is in such a mess.
Chorus:
I should be a movie star,
for playing this happy guy.
While holding back all the tears,
trying so hard not to cry.
I should win a gold Oscar,
for the way I’ve lived my life.
While my heart’s in so much pain,
like it’s being cut out with a knife
You know you can’t judge a book, until you’ve read every line.
Or feel how much it hurts, to know you’ll never be mine.
Seems like an eternity, of singing these happy songs.
While trying to fool the world, into thinking nothing’s wrong.
Chorus:
Look at this smile on my face,
do I look sad and alone.
With no one to give me love,
and no one to call my own.
While holding back those tears,
trying so hard not to cry.
They should give me an Oscar,
for playing such a happy guy.
They say if I wait enough, the right one will come along.
True love will one day find me, and I’ll know where I belong
Until that happens my friend…
I’ll put on my smile again…
I’ll laugh and try to pretend…
That I have not reached the end…
They will hand me my Oscar, cause I’m such a happy guy.
Written: September 1st, 2023
Would You Love Me If I Wasn't A Poet? Sponsored by: Silent One
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If my words lacked flow, unadorned, and dry,
In the minds of those who mope and roam.
Poetry purls and parades its philharmonic prose.
If my ink dwindled, leaving pages bare.
Should you still sense my soul's splendor?
Where waltzing words entwine and endeavor
Would you still cherish me sans the poet's guise?
A stunning seemliness, a seraphic stake.
Now, we anticipate this mutual toast.
It's a tradition we've upheld, you and me.
for countless years.
However, what if I never compose?
What if my verses abruptly cease?
Will you still inure infatuation for me?
If my words no longer intertwine?
Will my verses strive to heave delight?
Even if they lack their former bright?
You offer unwavering support, truly!
My muse is born from deep happiness.
Delight in my dulcet discord—a deed
Without your input, my words carry no value.
It feels as if you favor my fantastic flexibility.
Poetry is in my blood; that verity is obvious.
Even if terms at times tangle.
I'm afraid you'll amplify apathy one day.
face futile files and fragmented facts
Still, your urging ubiquity dulls my iniquity.
A placid pithead packed with pride and purity.
Despite the ups and downs
You ceaselessly stood by me.
As my skills strive to strike success.
You are my source of strength.
In each verse I write, you praise
My poems find solace in your gaze.
But what if I stop being a poet?
Will you cast a blind eye?
Will my words still be worthwhile?
If I can't glide amid the lyrical birds,
I long for our ties to rise beyond rhyme.
May our love defy the flow of time.
You admire me beyond words.
But your mate is utterly unattainable.
Our steadfast solidarity supersedes art.
They tried to make you go to Rehab...
you said...
NO!
NO!!
NO!!!
Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab...
you wouldn't
GO!
GO!!
GO!!!
boo-hoo hot-mess
Wine-HORSE
Giving when you could
Take more than you ever would
Behave as you should
By Robb A. Kopp
when thoughts drift away
to things that should have been
that you wished could have been
all the exit signs marked
you wish your feet would just move
so you won't feel like you didn't try
but in the back of your mind,
you know you did
your heart's echo is sometimes so piercing
you struggle to actually go
even though you know it's not safe
to cling to that thing that should have been
that thing you wished could have been
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''You should try to love yourself more.''
Those words reverberate inside of me
As I rearange my thoughts and assort them
But spend much time
Discarding the pile
That doesn't belong to any category.
It's an excess
And wants to force its way in.
It likes a mess
When everything is out of order.
But what is it that is likely to pervert
The seemingly spotless mind?
Only that which possesses the potential
Can be deformed.
Illusion is the word.
Or rather, hallucination.
When it's allowed to settle in
As an equal category
It is perceived to be meaningful,
To be reality.
''You should try to love yourself more.
In my case, I've at least managed to understand myself.''
Is it really that simple?
I guess, in the end...
After a prolonged deconstruction...
Everything reduces to that –
Simply understanding yourself.
If, by chance, the world should end tomorrow
How would you spend the last day of your life ~~
Either in revelry or regret? in jubilation or sorrow?
With time cut short, your day becomes staccato
Apologies for everyone whom you caused strife,
If, by chance, the world should end tomorrow.
Perhaps a visit to a sacred and most holy grotto
To commune with the saints about the afterlife
Either in revelry or regret? in jubilation or sorrow?
No time for entrepreneurial schemes to borrow
No time for the cutting words slicing like a knife
If, by chance the world should end tomorrow.
Interesting, as we’ve no promise for the morrow
Neither breath, nor place, nor space nor heighth
Either in revelry or regret, in jubilation or sorrow.
‘Tis up to us to plow a straight and narrow furrow
To make the most noble, good, and worthwhile rife
If, by chance, the world should end tomorrow
Either in revery or regret? in jubilation or sorrow?
written April 26, 2022
I should just keep on dreaming
I try to keep our routine,
serve your breakfast in bed
I come to pick up the dishes,
food's untouched and cold instead
(refrain)
Oh I should just keep on dreaming....
that's the only place I can see you
A lot of time has passed by,
seems like more than a year
I still can't believe you're gone,
I wake up sobbing and in tears
(refrain)
Oh I should just keep on dreaming....
that's the only place I can see you
Chorus
Oh I should just keep on dreaming
it's so much better being there,
our whole family's there together,
better than my day time nightmare
Oh I should just keep on dreaming
that's the only time I find some peace.
My life is such a mess,
sometimes, I wish I died instead,
Life has lost all of it's meaning,
guess I'll stay home and hold my breath
(refrain)
Oh I should just keep on dreaming....
that's the only place I can see you
My wife and our 3 daughters,
passed away that day in June,
I got the call while I was working,
they were all taken too soon
(refrain)
Oh I should just keep on dreaming....
that's the only place I can see you
I went to the court today,
to hear the judges final word
Four years for four lives taken,
is just obscene and so absurd
Chorus
Oh I should just keep on dreaming
it's so much better being there,
our whole family's there together,
better than my day time nightmare
Oh I should just keep on dreaming
that's the only time I find some peace.
(refrain)
Oh I should just keep on dreaming....
that's the only place...
I...
can...
still...
see you...
John Derek Hamilton
December23,2021
This song was written after hearing a news story from Vaughan, (just north of Toronto) Canada, of a man who lost his wife and three daughters in a car accident caused by a drunk and drugged driver. The sentence is another tragedy after the first one, poor mans life is ruined. The news story headline was Man wants to die...so sad.
Should i return to places I once knew
the landscape changed, the sky a different hue?
Should i return to people I have loved
the ones who see me now as one unloved?
Should I return and pick the thread once more
to try to weave the rhymes of times before?
Should i return when pain is all I feel
for friendships strong are fading and unreal?
Should i return, investing love and time
and try to resurrect poetic prime?
Should I return and share again my heart
and hope the feelings bridge the times apart?
You know the answer, speak it clear to me
Your "Yes" will bring the bloom to poetry!
Eileen Manassian