Best Someone Poems
When splendor of love spun dreams ecstatic
Musings of fantasy waltzed joyous themes
On blossoms of meadows in prime of spring
And giggles of streams donning green prairies
I felt your presence my eager beats crooned
When halo of the moon ravished our mood
As melodic rhythms inflamed doting hearts
And voice of hot passion blazed our romance
You were sweet life that I cheerfully claimed
And I was to you what your triumph meant
But feelings euphoric soon lost their edge
When in winds of change vows of youth drifted
I saw you go there where lonesome souls cry
Where emotions despised strife of pale sighs
When day’s silence often filled awkward void
And haze of nights we spent gazing gray skies
When dawns soon arose enveloped in shroud
Love too got masked, cloaked in stygian clouds
And allure, once acclaimed, began to fade
As contempt of sameness dwindled our flames
As you leave this dream, dear, you know it too
No longer the birds choose to croon your tune
They are searching someone they loved and knew
The one they once wooed, who used to be you
January 27, 2021
Poem of the day on January 28, 2020
Placed 1st: Watered-down juice poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Ten syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
* Inspired by the Joni Mitchell song - Tin Angel
** My first pantoum
I found someone to love today
Her firefly eyes light up a room
In dreams I heard an angel say
Her sunshine smile makes flowers bloom
Her firefly eyes light up a room
Where shadows scream and devils haunt
Her sunshine smile makes flowers bloom
In beds where weeds would tease and taunt
Where shadows scream and devils haunt
Red blood would drip from steely blade
In beds where weeds would tease and taunt
She'll no more cut nor be afraid
Red blood would drip from steely blade
But that was like, so yesterday
She'll no more cut nor be afraid
I found someone to love today-
ME
Dedicated to every teenage girl who has ever been bullied at school or online
She swayed with her head hung over
The buggy that clanked down the street
And I wondered...the will that drove her
As she walked without lifting her feet
Pushing...her tattered life in a kart
Her eyes fixed...in a frozen stare
Was she the beat of a broken heart
Soul lost...but she didn't know where
Somehow...she looked familiar to me
Yes!..vaguely like someone’s mother
A hint...of what she used to be
Or the sister of someone’s brother
Surely...she once belonged to someone
And I couldn’t help ask myself why
Her life had become completely undone
As despair... spilled out of her eyes
February 15, 2020]
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
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
Standing at the easel of life a portrait of a man so much in love with that to tempt the mood,
unable to caress his wanton spirit when cohabiting with a spent part of life’s toxic waste,
his need to step off the world to escape its inhabitants from choking him to death,
yet somewhere deep within his sunken soul a desire,
to carve out a memorial in poetry with words now strange to him,
but words they were of love the sweet scent of flowers, sunshine and simple things like that,
yet his battle against his poison was arduous and, on the wane.
a summer’s walk purged
winter through nonchalant eyes
seasons of despair
Suddenly amongst a throng of internet poets an angel appeared,
one to care, when magically she began to chase away his need, when painting
a different picture of the world one he once knew when that he was of a child,
one he needed to be able to reach out to, when from across the curvature of the earth many
words of hope, tenderness sincerity, words of understanding and purpose.
Yet with an abruptness she gave him a choice
‘Lie down my friend’ She said ‘Defeated and die’
Or rise everyday with the perpetual sun and live, give something of yourself,
antidotes to aid those hankering down the same road you travelled,
you can build on the positivity, armed with love and care,
and with it your body your mind your soul will be cleansed.
oh will-o’-the -wisp
those that walketh in the dark
reach for the sunlight
© Harry J Horsman 2022
revamp of an old free verse poem.
SOMEONE STOLE MY SNOWMAN
Someone stole my snowman, I only made it yesterday
A carrot nose and coal for eyes in the traditional snowman way
The thieves were pretty clever; they left his hat and scarf behind
They also left his carrot nose so he’ll be right and hard to find
When I realized this morning, that my snowman wasn’t there
I thought I must investigate, this rather sad affair
But there were no clues that I could see, just a soggy scarf and hat
And a little patch of yellow snow, but I’m sure the dog did that
That smiley, chubby snowman, was built by my own hand
A little bit of snowy art, in a winter wonderland
My hands and feet were freezing, as I made this masterpiece
But my snowman seems to be no more, he is in fact diseased
I have to face reality, my snowman’s gone away
Maybe he was magic, and he’ll return again someday
I stare out at the winter sun, as the snow melts on my lawn
And I sit and wonder to myself, where has my snowman gone
I want someone to pamper me
To bathe me with love and care
I want someone to cherish me
To say he’ll always be there
I want someone who hears the sigh
That no one else can hear
I want someone who bears me up
When my heart trembles with fear
I want someone to adore me
And tell me I’m his guiding light
I want someone to caress me
All through the lonely night
I want someone to play with me
And cuddle me like a child
I want someone to entice me
With passion to drive me wild
I want someone to make love to me
Like I’m some goddess divine
I want someone to touch my soul
To take me to heights sublime
I want someone to nurture me
To keep me under his wing
I want someone to humor me
And give my heart songs to sing
I want someone to ravish me
Make me forget time and place
I want someone to possess me
Make me vanish without a trace
I want someone to kiss me
Like he’s tasting nectar sweet
I want someone to taste me
Like he’s savoring a treat
I want someone to adore me
Like I’m the sacred grail
I want someone to follow me
Down each and every trail
I want someone to look at me
And see what lies within
I want someone to guard me
And keep me safe from sin
I want someone to hold me
And sing a sweet lullaby
I want someone to console me
With the truth and never a lie!
I want someone who is daring
Who'll fight enemies old and new
I want someone who's divine
And that someone, my dear, is YOU!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Will there be someone for me
Who loves me with insanity?
Who wants me, entirely?
Who touches with intensity?
Will there be someone for me?
Will there be someone to kiss?
Who when gone, my kiss will miss?
Someone full of honesty…
Whose love is no travesty...
Will there be someone for me?
I want a love that’s wild and mad
The kind of love devoid of sad
The kind of love that’s, oh, so sweet
That “makes love” like a tasty treat
That eats up every part of me
And brings to life each fantasy…
Oh tell me, tell me what you see!
Will there be someone for me?
Eileen Manassian
Idealists have it hard....Perfection just doesn't exist. Something to keep in mind! ;)
Maybe not once in a lifetime,
but certainly not often
Someone enters your life
Or maybe enters your life is
not the right expression,
waltzes with you, opens your eyes,
confronts you, questions and
challenges you, inspires you,
accepts you fully and completely,
loves you.
And all the while the wind blows
over this world,
erases love, children, warps war everywhere
forgets the helpless,
dwarfs the powerless.
It's too easy to hide, turn your head away,
bury yourself
in enjoyable pastimes
But tomorrow it is
you, your house is gone
You are exiled, your children
are hungry or killed...
Then what
do you
do?
?
Maybe not once in a lifetime,
but certainly not often
Someone enters your life
Someone who with gentle force opens your eyes,
With beautiful lines, books and music.
And perhaps that is painful
But remember this: it is because he
has a beautiful heart, he
wants the world to be a better place.
***
April 23, 2017,
Copyright © Darren White
Someone said, Hey Christopher
Someone said, “Hey Christopher,
what’s up with all this love
It seems in every poem
that is all you’re thinking of
Why are you always dreaming,
why is it you can’t see
That love is just a legend,
a made up fallacy
The world is filled with evil,
don’t you watch the news
CNN or NBC
or others you can choose
Clinton is a liar,
Trump is just a creep
They’ll both destroy the nation
for fortunes that they reap
Murders by the thousands,
death is in the streets
I can’t believe you haven’t seen
within the many tweets
Our water is polluted,
we’re choking on the air
Hate is growing rapidly,
why are you not aware
Prices through the ceiling,
paychecks in the ground
Protesters are screaming,
you can hear them all around
There’s war in other countries,
servers have been hacked
Innocent bystanders
are caught in the attack
Little kids are crying,
not enough to eat
Begging just to make it,
sleeping in the street
So tell me, will you Christopher,
what’s up with what you write
Every poem filled with love,
morning, noon and night”
I looked at him a moment,
this person I now see
And then replied, “I’m sorry sir,
were you talking to me?
I was writing out a poem
for the one I do adore
I didn’t hear you talking,
could you say it all once more?”
He just walked away shaking his head
Too many want want want
So they will take take take!
For your own well-being
Get away from them
Fall for someone that want to see you rise
Fall for someone who want more for you
Not more from you
Let the cure of simplicity be
A reminder that love can exist in the right amount!
Loving in the wrong direction can be an obstacle
Caught up in passion can become didactical
A lesson for some
Because loving in the wrong direction can become a burden!
Fall for someone that want to see you rise
Fall for someone who want more for you
Not more from you
Let the cure of simplicity be
A reminder that love can exist in the right amount!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
The quilt upon my bed was stitched
By someone I don’t know.
My blue ceramic fish was formed,
Most likely, by a pro.
Some watercolors on my wall
Were painted by a friend
I met on a vacation
(Such good luck I’d recommend).
A wrought-iron scene, a stained-glass moon,
A mobile made of metal
All grace my home and help my mood
Improve to finer fettle.
I wonder if the artists think
About the crafts surrendered,
If it was worth the trade-off
For the compensation tendered.
I’d like to think they’re satisfied
That what they have created
Is there displayed in someone’s house,
Their talents celebrated.
For every tear you cry
A baby smiles for the first time
Someone in this world dies
Someone tells a lie
Dreams are frozen in time
Someone confesses to a crime
For every tear you cry
Someone learns how to fly
Another one falls from the sky
Innocence is killed by Pride
Someone loses his rights
A clock begins to chime
For every tear you cry
A star glows more bright
While another one loses its light
Two break out into a fight
A scream is heard in the night
Someone finds their might
For every tear you cry
Someone brings back a life
Someone is filled with fright
A fool is tricked by Sly
Someone tries to hide
Someone wins a prize
For every tear you cry
Someone commits suicide
A blind man gains back his sight
Someone’s drugged up high
Someone determined continues to try
Two cars collide
This is someone else's dream
I didn't plan it.
The ocean flow of ebbs and tides
called to me in childhood
when dreams were just imaginings
of what could be
but would never be.
Where are the stars
the full moon, the light, the sun
the love born in twilight?
This is not my dream
if it were
where are you?
“Zoloft.” was someone’s loud, quick answer.
“Yasmin.” I heard, spoke by another. Huh?
“Xanax.” Was then offered.
While these people shouted, I stared, perplexed.
“Valium, is inside my pocketbook,
Unisom, too. It’s up to you.” said some voice.
”Thank you,” I began, “you are all dear,
Seems though, I have not been clear.
Really, all I want and need ….”
“Quick dissolving antacid is here, amid
Percocet in the drawer, in my desk,
Oxycotin, too. What bothers you?” again, someone interrupted me.
”Now that you ask,” I started to reply, “my only request,
Made just moments ago …”
“Lexapro, is in my bag.” Another spoke,
“Keep it with you all day, see if you’re okay.
Just know at work you can’t rest – it’s no joke.
It will tire a person in no time flat.” She went on,
“Happens fast, you will feel sleepy once you digest.”
”Gosh guys,” I felt mad, “this is like combat.
For goodness sake, do stop speaking out.
Everyone, hear my question, don’t make me shout,
Did any of you in this office
Consider that all I wish to
Borrow is a simple, genuine
Aspirin? Well, maybe two.”