Best Single Poems
A single mother is standing alone
And she will cry when nobody's home
Staying up late with thoughts in her head
Doing everything she can to keep her children fed
A Single mother is the only one there
When the kids are afraid, or are feeling alone and scared.
Holding them tight to keep the monsters at bay
Having the right words and knows what to say
Teaching boys to be men And girls self respect
When deep down inside She's an emotional wreck
Her tired old eyes lit up bright.
A thankful tear, she could not hide.
A sweet aroma fills her nose;
because he gave a single rose.
Confined to this dreary nursing home;
having outlived family, she's alone.
Today, with a smile, her face glows;
because he gave a single rose.
He brings them often to his mother.
Today, one extra for another.
Talking, on and on she goes;
because he gave a single rose.
She asked an aid to bring a vase.
By her bed the gift was placed.
Happy and peaceful then she dozed;
because he gave a single rose.
Her final breath tonight was sweet.
Family missed, again to meet.
Her last day joyful, all heaven now knows;
because he gave a single rose.
July 17, 2014
Contest: Random acts is kindness
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
I’ve read a lot about the stars—
sought precious knowledge of deep space.
Wondered when we’ll go to Mars—
pondered if we’ll leave this place.
Some problems here on earth, it seems;
though much here that I treasure.
But is it still a field of dreams,
or merely life in search of pleasure?
Nothing here we really own.
In error the thought we can possess.
We’ve mastered the installment loan;
now we are addicts of excess.
Has it always been this way?
Searching daily for advantage?
Hunting for the easy prey?
Putting them at disadvantage?
Consider then the nascent earth,
rolling forth in its perfection.
Safe for us from date of birth;
lives within our world’s protection.
Shouldn’t we give something back;
become ardent stewards of all life?
Summon strength that others lack;
depart from paths that beckon strife?
In doubt that you might shepherd change
and render chaos into sanity?
Offer truth in fair exchange
as worthy bargain for humanity?
This would be a daunting task—
challenge to the noblest mind—
yet some are unafraid to ask
what they might do for humankind.
Let thus emerge a sacred mien,
that one with purpose can surpass.
For lawns could never be so green
without each single blade of grass.
A Single Soul Cries Out
Across this barren lake my ghost did sail
lost and heading straight into another hell
Behind, remnants of a dark and wayward past
treasures stored that shall never last
Sunny skies ever looking down upon me
joined by those memories soul sought to flee
No wind to send my ghost sailing right along
on the shore images of a faceless throng
So far ahead a welcoming sandy white beach
forever racing farther and farther from my reach
No deeds to perform to gain my deep reprieve
only memories of those I so easily did deceive
Within this lonely lake a single Soul cries out
forgive me , forgive me , in a wailing shout!
Robert Lindley
note: Once a man raced about all alone,
stumbled upon a rolling stone,
fell into a headlong dismay,
gathered the courage to just pray,
Words that did by faith then atone,
soon the condemnation was forever gone..
For you, my love, I’ll be a single rose
of crimson hue, and velvet to the touch.
So warm in contrast to your fallen snows,
yet yearning for the thrill of winter's clutch.
Soft petals form a heart so firm and true,
unyielding to the tempest of your reign,
and though a cold wind nurtures doubt in you,
such purity of love I could not feign.
Dilemmas of the soul so keenly felt.
Bestow my love? or must it stay a dream?
for if I warmed your heart 'twould surely melt
and I would lose you to the flowing stream.
And so, my love, this single rose I’ll hide
and keep the love I feel for you inside.
Time came when she could no longer afford her pretty makeup.
No money for saloon, she couldn’t imagine the kind of life she had given up.
And the child she gave birth to wasn’t brown skinned
So her and Mr. Peter could no longer put up.
She was working hard trying to convince him that she was a good wife.
But Mr Peter got Haniphah who was prettier and thought would change his life.
Mama Nisha was no longer the pretty angel but just a housewife.
This is a story of a single mother's life.
She is a warrior.
She has got the courage.
She is no stranger to life.
She seeks no new face.
She doesn't need your sympathy.
She knows she is a good mother.
She moves out and finds a bedsitter for her and her little girl Nisha.
She is a soldier with a baby as a uniform in the battle field of life.
All night long she sings a song, “Tulo Tulo kwata Nisha”.
She moves on with her life.
With a smile on her face like she's got no regrets from yesterday.
She needs a man.
But the one she has got is out there having fun with another woman.
So she decides to take her time.
Because she doesn’t want to get another who is just like the other.
Her feet have walked on broken glass.
And won’t stop just for another heartbreak.
Mama Nisha is a village woman.
All she knew was to respect her man.
But then he left her, he left with Haniphah.
Now she knows more, she knows her worth.
She won’t wait for a loser or settle for less.
She knows she needs a real man.
One who won't love her for her makeup.
But rather love her for her beautiful smile and the makeup on her brains.
She knows she has got a daughter to raise.
She has got bills to pay.
And to Nisha, she is the mother and the father.
Every morning, she puts Nisha on her back.
As she out to face the world.
She needs to hustle so they can eat.
Bills are high let alone the cost of living is high.
Taking baby steps to change her life.
She knows she will reach no turn back.
She doesn’t pray for luck.
She only prays she never gets stuck.
Mama Nisha is a single Mother.
"There is no love like a mother's love"
Two riding on a single
Man! How fast that bike will go
Down the hill around the curve
Blow wind blow
At the very bottom piled up
In a culvert drain
In great agony and pain
Totally distained
Crumpled metal, torn clothes
Bleeding and blood stains
Harsh words from parents
Tears as soap and water cleaned
All the cuts and bruises
And clothes that had to be changed
What an ending to Christmas
The joy of Santa's gift
Lying dented and scuffed bent
Beside the porch needing to be fixed
As the trials of life come and go
Accept there blessings into your soul
Let them become without a doubt
A model of what you're all about
Don't let them get you all depressed
All things in life need be addressed
Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend
As I see the lines in my face
Each a reminder of certain place
Do I wish they would go away?
Or that my hair wasn't turning grey
I have no desire to regain youth
For I have learned to speak my truth
When I was young I was so lost
I let my soul pay the cost
Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain
Now I feel each and every day
Use the Lord to take the pain away
Do what I can accepting what I get
Treasure blessings that come of it
Thank the Lord through the poems I pray
Use what I need give the rest away
I seem to be driven by a single goal
Can you feel my heart and soul?
I slice them open in hopes they will bleed
Something that someone might need
The single fear I know so well
The fear that my words will fail
So once again I face my fear
As I write I shed my tears
Because these words are spoken true
My heart belongs to all of you
And through it's love I hope to show
We all share a single soul
A soul that is bound by love
Given us by the Lord above
Your single glance left me stranded for a whole afternoon
as if never before that moment any woman looked at me
or never in my life before I looked at the full moon
in your emerald green eyes memories of a distant sea.
You never knew so many poems were sleeping in your glance
from that moment one by one they woke up in my mind
in my mind now thousand poems bathing in romance
you made me a better poet but made me also blind.
© kash poet (kashinath karmakar)
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A Single Word Poem
Singularity !
Unlike the number one which stands as one straight line,
the number I am thinking of supports three other lines on top of it,
and these three other lines are also straight.
We see no curving lines like which appear in numbers
zero, two, three, five , nine, and in double-bubble eight!
Number seven has one short line jutting from its tall leg,
but the number I am thinking of
on just one leg is balancing three lines of equal length,
which if you were to finish them off, would form a perfect square.
Fair and square, this number means stability.
It’s safety, security and strength.
How strong is its foundation to offer the calmness
we would find inside the walls of our own homes!
Embodying the number of those things we most depend on -
our seasons, our directons, and the elements -
how special is this number I describe.
A number of spirituality too, it stands unique among
the single-digit numbers.
Feb. 10, 2020
For Juliet Ligon's What's in a Number Poetry Contest
Single Flower, In Winter's Grip
cold and frozen heart
graveyard, abandoned tombstone
life, fires, dead ashes
Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2019
Haiku, ( Where Sorrows Meet Memories )
along the sunflower sunrises
you can watch butterflies quiver as if they were nature's kites
I just hope that there’s another rootless person
who wakes to dance in the bloom of morning’s first lights
on days of fair cotton candy clouds
you can fix your eyes past all the single tree silhouettes
I just hope that there’s another roaming person
who looks outside of life’s branches instead of using them as nets
in the mystic tangerine sunsets
you can actually see the paints spill along the horizon’s ledge
I just hope that there’s another drifting person
who watches the colors trickle along dusk’s cliff edge
in the low phantom moon
you can only see his orange peel grin in his half exposed expression
I just hope that there’s another nomadic person
who smiles back as they dream away their day lit depression
and on the clearest chestnut nights
you can always smell the fog that floated over an anonymous pond
I just hope that there’s another wandering person
who takes it all in all, but never forgets that there is always more beyond
I was a good wife that kept a spotless house,
And cooked good food each day for my dear spouse.
When he mowed the lawn in the summer heat,
I would bring him a cool drink, just to be sweet.
After thirty years we have parted ways.
Now I have a new trail in which to blaze.
I’m finding out that being single has its perks.
I’m in charge now, and that’s how it works!
I don’t have to clean the house if I’m not inclined,
Or cook every day, working off my behind!
I can go out to dinner whenever I choose.
I don’t have to watch a man on the couch snooze!
I can run around the house naked as a jaybird,
And go without makeup, which in the heat is preferred.
Yes, the single life has given me a taste of freedom.
My new motto in life is “love ‘em and leave ‘em.”
6/15/17
He saw me, it was ‘love’ at first sight
sadly for him it was just love for the night
I’m flattered by your strategic skills
but after the bedroom thrills
I’m gone out of sight
You thought You had me
but i went and changed my mind
Your left without me
you didn’t even put up a fight
I hardly care, Im left here still
after the bedroom thrills
I ran out of your life
By Rosie Hill