Best Signet Poems

"The Boadicea Blood Cup"


Didst thou think? Didst thou?
Didst thou think, at all?
That thou would remain untouched, unchecked, unscathed
Safely locked up away from mine wrath and thee, thy self-made grave?
Imprisoned in your Dark Lost Woods of evil pungent sulphuric devil greens,

Speaking like an uncast angel in...

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I hold myself a prisoner 
A captive taciturn 
Unspeakable enticement still yearning
Since coming of age to discern

Yet never knowing 
Except in part 
The fullness to overflowing
In the cerebral cortex of my heart

The heart knows reason
Which reason does not know 
Inoculated by truth a lie will...

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I know not what the morn may bring
But to this hope I cling, I cling
Your loving voice to heart will bring
The joy I need to take to wing

Into your arms myself I’ll fling
I’ll crown you now, the king, the king
Into your soul my song I’ll...

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Their story haunts my memory, I'll tell it to you plain..
in the city of Sarajevo, a place war could never touch,
and hope it never will again.

Already thousands remain so silent under rock and clay, 
in fields of Saffron flowers of May,
and white blanket of snow...

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Baroness of grace with a rose in your hair   
you walked in beauty  like the light of day       
your  delicate perfume was springtime air   
it scented every corner, of your sway  ...

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The Cross, a signet I freely wear,
no yoke around my neck, nor weight
to keep me fearfully bound; a token of love, a
contract of faith, my prayer for peace and
prosperity, I gently hold or firmly
grip, for the world gone wobbly, out
of sacred round – the Cross,...

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I Could Not Do It Before
By Dr.  Tina Medina

I could not do it before
I dare not shut the door
My heart yearned for something more
I loved you to the core
Even though I did not keep score
It was obvious who loved who more
Yet what for?
Yet what...

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// Note - this was the graduation poem I wrote for my daughter, 
a landscape architecture major who is also a lovely poetess //


You've blessed us as you've grown from bud to blossom; 
Bright sunflower and signet marigold.
A miracle of God, sacred and awesome -
A...

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I’m the unknown gardener my name is mentioned in the bible, but no one need honor me. Just a pauper, I was in the garden that day, but my only contribution to grace works was filthy rags. Hearing a rumbling it seemed from deep inside...

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“I’m the unknown gardener my name is mentioned in the bible, but no one need honor me. 
Just a pauper, I was in the garden that day, but my only contribution to grace works was filthy 
rags.

Hearing a rumbling it seemed from deep inside the...

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It’s so serious,
it ain’t even funny
High times going on
in a White House underground bunker,
where Archie is glassblowing
American taxpayers’ money
He got heavy munchies
of Jughead hero dreams
Telling his kitchen cabinet
to kiss the silver signet 
of his fingered bling-bling
And pass the smoky salmon white bong,
so he can puff...

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A maiden glimmering in an aura of justified bereavement. Shadows lurking amidst 
the epitome of existence, a crystalline signet. Is this a search for dreams or death? 
This eternally overt void leaves traces, a scar left unseen. Blades dance in a 
plethora of pain that...

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Splat

Explosions do not always signify combustion but often combustion arrives after many years of layering the layers and tightly packing. Thus meaning that a fried piece of fat could slip and burst out of the prism shelf. Bringing with it everything of the scenes, scenery...

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A blue-green jewel in a starry sea
was left for them to care and keep
But ants upon the floating ball
were pirates and denied it all
The sky spoke on, the earth still stood
The blinded said they understood
But every word was dripping blood
The sapphire blackened, crimson grime
Tears can’t...

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Frederick Waddell

1893-1919

Kathrene Mary cojoled me not to blush.
Blush as red as a boiled lobster.
Kathrene Mary insisted that I not touch.
Touch and grope as a feathered Jove.
In the eternal equinox of April evening,
She gave me a signet ring,
With my initial engraved thereto,
As a token of our...

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