Best Sign Poems
My heart I set on a dear companion
the cherished imprint on my soul, profound
how safe I felt in a tough kind bosom!
though I ceased to touch and see, tightly bound.
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Sweet and pleasant, that huge effort and toil
no sign of a whine, a smiling mother
whims she would swallow, our feast wouldn't spoil
the feel of having her, like no other!
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A glance at my eyes, she would read my heart
"ignore the pain, you have to dig your mine"
her persona, to me she would impart
how could I be without the whole of mine!
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One tear of joy.. one other of woe
in time of grief, she had a bride to wed
her head bowing to what's to life a foe
I'm that one whose dad in wedding time dead.
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No sign of a whine! her soul valiant
her words I retain, "I'm a woman of worth"!
how she longed for life! hers was transient
"recite me holy words.. I'm back to earth".
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A companion when I recall, I learn
a woman, the world of books didn't know
of impressive drive, much she would discern
mother, the one I am, to you I owe.
Fog settles on the tombstones. In the dark, an eerie blue,
the graveyard is a misty ocean Raven passes through.
She stops. The solitary site is grim, devoid of sound.
Her long black gown, a ruffled slip, is satin sweeping ground.
Her sable locks lie smooth and straight across her graceful back.
Stark contrast is her alabaster skin to hair pitch-black.
This woman - with a beauty that forever captivates -
now stands, a pistol in her hand, and there steadfastly waits.
Since told the man that she adores (who left some time ago)
lies buried here, the woman’s come, for Raven has to know!
She can’t believe that he could be here in this place of doom.
He’d left for war before they’d barely been a bride and groom.
As Raven looks out on the sea of mist, her eyes have teared
because those birds that bear her name have suddenly appeared.
A sign it has to be, she thinks. The ravens drawing near
are circling above one stone. Her heart is seized with fear.
Now Raven walks to where the birds are circling above.
She pales. . . The stone she’s reading bears the name of her true love.
The fog, a sea engulfing all, has swallowed Raven too.
Gun raised, she drops down to his grave; she knows what she must do.
There was a time, when the sun was our guiding light,
amidst clouds of twilight that paint our skylines bright.
There were no misleading traffic signals,
halting our ride into the mysterious nights.
A shimmering candle was the spark of truth within-
reflecting intuitions that guide through confusions.
Life was then a simple highway with fewer obstacles,
yet in our ignorance we refuse to see—
we've long followed flawed stars dressed in glowing moonrise.
I ponder, when will rain wash away hazy riddles?
as my heart is hollow and I feel empty,
like a lost gypsy on the sidewalk of a nameless street,
wrapped in a blanket of hope,
longing for empathy over a cup of poetry.
Maybe there's still a secure path for the ones that wander,
to steer without looking sideways for toxic trespassers,
lurking in curved corners behind unsupervised stop signs,
flickering amidst double lies of deceptive lines.
SIGN OF FAME
Well, I see
You ask for a sign
I assume you would want mine?
Perhaps you'd want my photograph too
Along with my autograph
So here, I've signed this
Nandita
Name: Nandita Das
Contest title: Give me a sign
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
16th May 2015
Satellites in space keeping an eye on the human race
Independence in place a parental pacified pallid pace
Gods of war prepare for their cadaverous command
Narcissistic lair in control of the deceptively damned
Obedient in oblivion MK ultra has barbarously begun
Facing fallacious delirium bullets bleed of killing done
Tyrants of time tenacious terminators of our humanity
Hellions in prime pandemic behind a venomous vanity
Evaporating echoes of morality ephemeral of the state
Thespian theological amnesty thermostats that negate
Idols of invasion indestructible in their satanic structure
Mellifluous minds into evasion ready to rapidly rupture
Escaping evil entities of illusion diner drugs of the day
Seduced by enemies of confusion that are here to stay.
April.23.2018
Sign of the times
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
...my thoughts and prayers go out to all the victims, family and friends…of the horrific Toronto truck massacre chain of events that happened April.23.2018… to the Toronto Police, first responders, and pedestrians who had to witness this great tragedy…for these are truly sign of the times…
When siren screams become silent
to ears for which a heart has stopped;
billions of beats - a billion thoughts,
are not stilled, they survive
in pauses that stare, and dreams
that start awake
and in journals where scribbles trace
where those thoughts rhyme and wander.
There's a sign ahead, at trail's end,
yet no one's there to wake us,
to say - don't go, but,
we've already moved beyond...
I aint got no money and I'm goin' down fast
My heads in the toilet and my life's in the trash
I wish I had a penny for every bad thought
I wish I could steal without gettin' caught
Wanna be able to buy my own smokes
I'm tired of "shorts" and two hit tokes
Don't wanna be a rich man don't wanna be a star
Don't need my own plane just wanna have a car
The beat goes on but the beat don't pay
I'm cryin' all night I'm tryin' all day
I dream and I wish I kneel and I pray
I know I gotta reason
Just gotta find a way
All these years
a hook of the leash
tail thumping against the floor
a splash of happiness out the door--
But the morning's heart is dashed
watching him sleep
when I leave
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5/20/15 Submitted for Nette's Contest: "Septet II"
By Carrie Richards
The first time I remember seeing
this peculiar sign to me...
This peace sign, was on the jacket
of a guy much older than me
Just like that..I asked
well, what does it mean?
It looks like a stickman, with his arms hanging down
He smiled and said, yeah...
that's as good an explanation, as I've ever heard
Arms down, no more fighting, I'll spread the word
Then said, stay real kid, as he walked away
Smiled, - Peace - all of your days
Years later, I learned where he'd been
May the stickman, never raise his arms again .....
2-14-2014
©Donna Jones
Speak words of affirmation;
this world too often weighs us down.
Give hope to those who pass your way;
a smile is so much better than a frown.
Be kind and chose the higher road;
let some other person criticize.
People need a ray of hope;
be the one to sympathize.
Offer the best you have and give a hand;
never kick one who is down.
Life is over much too soon;
let your brother wear the crown.
Be the needed voice of cheer
to lift a friend's heavy load;
and you will find enough true joy
to take you down life's road.
Copyright, November 25, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
As days go by,
And the pain gets worse,
I long to ride,
In my hearse
That "Exit Sign"
Above the door,
Calls to me,
Like never before...
I'm not a coward,
I'm not a fool,
But living with pain
Breaks the rule...
I hold back,
in fear of God,
And, I guess,
that's kind of odd,
Yet constant pain,
Just gnaws away
Makes me wish
Today's my final day...
And effects on loved ones,
Escapes me not,
To make them sad
Not a desire I've got
But pounding, twisting
Endless agony
Makes me wonder
How much more for me
That "Exit Sign"
Above the door,
Entices me,
Promising no more
Writhing pain,
Pulsating misery,
So very tempting,
Believe you, me...
Homebound,
Largely bedridden
The meaning of my life,
Seems so well hidden
To die alone,
And in pain,
My destiny,
A life in vain.
S o many tears are paid with precious blood,
I mbued with promise, chaste and innocent,
G one quickly with a brash and frantic flood,
N ot worthy of their hopes or grand intent.
O h, how can any mind with senses, rife,
F ind pathways to such twisted rationale ...
T o wholly disregard the worth of life,
H ot on the heels of infamous morale?
E ach time a senseless killing claims a soul,
T he questions start again of who's to blame,
I nside the brittle bones of hate's control,
M ore marrow, scalded by an ancient flame.
E mpires are built and crushed, as Time defines ...
S o sad, we always fail ... to read its signs.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Sign Of The Times" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.
The sky offered no sign of rain
No pitter patter songs were heard
It seemed flowers would wait in vain
The sky offered no sign of rain
There was just a dusty refrain
No nimbostratus were stirred
The sky offered no sign of rain
No pitter patter songs were heard
5-22-2024
I saw a feller today with a sign readin', 'WORLD ENDS TOMORROW!"
Lord! Have mercy! That's all I need - more troubles to borrow!
I called the preacher who knows all about celestial things,
But he had no such revelation (usually borne by angelic wings)!
But I'm a cautious feller who likes to plan things well in advance,
So ere my eternal bourne begins, I'd rather not take a chance!
With so few hours left I'll tie up some loose odds and ends,
And for my many past indiscretions, I'll try to make amends!
In my youth I smoked corn silk cigarettes behind the barn.
Many vile oaths have crossed my tongue beyond a casual 'darn'!
I sassed my Ma and more than once her sage advice ignored.
Do You reckon You could overlook my feckless youth, dear Lord?
I reckon 'tis a little late to see things finished that I've begun.
Life is so very fleet I fear I've left too many things undone.
But thanks to that feller's warnin' I'm ready to face my fate.
But, Lord, could the whole thing be postponed if it ain't too late?
This ominous event will settle my dilemma regarding predestination.
But hold on! From whence did that feller get his revelation?
Shucks! I bet he's one of them false prophets the Bible talks about!
Fiddle faddle! Tomorrow I'm gonna go fishin' to cast about for trout!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I PRAY FOR A SIGN
Lost in the world I see no vision
Amidst my fellow men I see subdivision
Death is but a necessity and not a decision
The world is doomed, God heeds to no admission
Tears tainted on the faces of the unborn
Our world is doomed as our mothers still mourn
Crying day and night we hope for a new dawn
A better tomorrow is as good as a light at the end
of the tunnel unknown
Mother deliberately drowns her new born in hot boiling water
While a father rapes his one and only five year old daughter
The world is at end as we are bound for the slaughter
Be warned of the last days because we are
still in the last quarter
Voices of sorrow echo inside my head
My heart bleeds more, each time children are
pronounced dead
The wars we started never to end
Is this the life that of which we shall die?
Like we never cared…
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