Best Soon Poems
One windy night upon my breast
I felt the kiss of winter’s breath
A breath that blew me into flight
Upon my breast one windy night
A leaf once green now bathed in red
With coat of spring and summer shed
True color bursting at the seams
Now bathed in red a leaf once green
Upon your breath I learned to fly
A flame of glory in the sky
Not knowing that the price was death
I learned to fly upon your breath
But all too soon I came and went
The seasons of my life were spent
A bud in spring that came to bloom
I came and went - but all too soon
Two scruffy pirates picked me up.
Intending to toss me overboard.
I weighed too much; they were struggling.
True.
They needed to lighten their load.
But I was not going easy.
I purposefully got heavier.
"She is flotsom," the tall fat one said.
"Jetsam," the dumb ugly one argued.
"Let's get a dictionary," I said. "Let's do this right."
This gave me a few more days,
as there were no books on this ship.
Sing with the birds in May
Pretty songs in dancing play
Raindrops on pedals of flowers
Inspire dreams in spring showers
Nests where robin eggs lay
Give new life to see in a day
Iris, crocus, daffodil show
Soft beauty as they grow
Crickets chirp in evening air
Owls hoot in chorus, a pair
Melodies from morning to night
Instantly lift the heart to flight
Newly cut grass with colors around
Give abundance of beauty to be found
Spring is coming soon
Open your heart to the tune
Over the hills, by rivers and lakes
New beginnings are now awake
Heidi Sands
3/21/17
Oh how sad, oh how glum,
Goodness gracious prater comes.
Writing winsome words of woe,
Endlessly stopping, never to go.
Whiling away the endless hours;
Scribbling sigils, clawing, I cower.
Oh how sad, oh how glum,
Goodness gracious prater comes.
Envy those not thus engaged.
Envy the prattle on the page;
Stroked, petted, tilled and hoed;
Fields ‘pon fields, rows ‘pon row.
Oh how sad, oh how glum,
Frantic fretting, fear comes.
Wading through the endless nights;
Waiting, waiting for the light.
Writing, writing, scratch and scribble;
All this soulless, mindless, drivel.
Writing, writing, writing on;
‘Till the coming of the dawn.
Do not drown in your sorrow,
This dark storm is not the end,
Look forward to tomorrow,
This cloud too shall pass, my friend;
It's difficult, I agree,
To stop thinking of the past,
Those memories won't just flee,
Give it some time, not so fast;
Hold on to the True Anchor,
The sun will soon shine again,
Jesus, the Light, when darker,
Does comfort you, so brighten;
In your deepest pain of grief,
Look to Him and find relief.
03/06/17
PRAY THAT SOON WILL COME BETTER DAYS
Soldiers on patrol-
drones on radio control…
They gain ground…as walls come crumbling down
Fire streaks through the night-
embers burn in daylight…
They all lose their minds… watching innocents die
Chorus
Well I just don’t understand,
what they’re fighting for
After counting the lost lives,
have they really WON the war?
After all’s been said and done,
and the sand’s blown away
(You’ve got to) pray ...
there will soon come better days
See the mothers weep-
their dead strewn on the street
They mourn so forlorn, the day they were born
The tears not only flow-
but, they just grow and grow
Where hope’s an absurd word that is rarely heard
Chorus
Well I just don’t understand,
what they’re fighting for!
After counting the lost lives,
have they really WON the war?
After all’s been said and done…
and the sand’s blown away…
(You’ve got to) pray ...
there will soon come better days
Running through their veins,
ecstasy and cocaine,
Thugs are so smug, selling them their drugs
The mirror speaks so clear-
the enemy’s still here
Survivals chance is slim, as he looks back at him
Chorus
Well I just don’t understand,
what they’re fighting for!
After counting the lost lives,
have they really WON the war?
After all’s been said and done…
and the sand’s blown away…
(You’ve got to) pray...
there will soon come better days
(You’ve got to) pray...
there will soon come better days
John Derek Hamilton
January 05,2019
You are a million miles away
thinking of you I am today.
I want to write to tell you so,
although i'm sure you already know.
My body may be far away,
but my heart is what will always stay.
True love is very hard to find,
but you my dear, are one of a kind.
I've found a love so pure and true,
loyal and honest , that is you.
I am proud to say we belong together,
no matter the distance, our love will not sever.
and when we're together again you'll see,
so happy, together, forever we'll be!
So, here we are again, my dear
Our wondering hearts are trembling with fear
Of the step we took in the pale moonlight
Now, beholding each other in the bright sunlight.
Remember our plan? We'll take it slow
We'll allow our hearts and love to grow
Without the pressure of passion released
Too soon - but now, where do we go?
Is it time for us now to say good bye -
Do we gather ourselves and give it a try;
Are we done, my love, and now we start
On a future that tears our love apart?
Oh, help me now to understand
How we lost control of our senses and
That now, our passion being fulfilled
We ponder if our love is stilled.
Yes, here we are again, sweet dear,
Two wondering hearts now filled with fear
For the step we took while under the Moon
Was it too soon, my love - too soon?
Luloo was in a terrible rush
Shovelled snow then fell on her tush
It isn't a joke -
Her ankle got broke
But the snow's now turned into slush
GET WELL SOON LULOO
26th February 2016
All alone in a bush downstream
Where not a soul was likely to dwell
Pinned against the green grasses, a young girl
Injecting her ruthlessly, a cruel hunk
At my sight, off he fled
A rape victim an innocent soul
Her mind drifts into the abyss of sorrow
As red fluid streams down her thighs
Reaching out for a nearby leaf
Just to clear off the mess
Her heart,heavy in her ribs
Up I lifted and embraced her as the
torrent of her tears soaks through my shirt
I could hear her silent screams
As she tries to hold back the seething torrent
Holding on to her nerves,
She suffocates with each breath
For he had sucked out the life in her
Painfully, she groans 'Adieu my dignity'
Gone too soon, her virginity
Time and time again,
As the steady stream trickles down her face,
Her lower lip quivers
Her eyes, the colour of moss and dirt
Shoveled together
As if a black mist had settled upon her
The day bright, but the torrid sun she could not feel
The sonorous song of birds, less could she hear
Sadness, her nightingale
Tainting her joy
Inside her heart, a piercing thorn
As sharp and incisive
As the stroke of a fang
A visit to the great beyond,
Her last resort
Sharply, her pains I inhale
Sitting below my skin,
The depth of her piercing thorn
Round her thin dark hair, my hand hovers
Just to calm her intra-personal war
'Young girl', said I then to her
Brighter than the stars, the future
For the past can you change not'
Too dark, today's night
Too bright, tomorrow's sun
To wind back the hand of time
And save her day, my desire
To her, the world was lost
Off she sadly went!
Permanent joy, all but a task
Dr. Seuss: “How did it get to be so late so soon?”
I sat down to write,
but no thoughts would come.
Still thinking and thinking,
I said, “This is dumb!”
One look at the clock,
and what did I see?
I’d started at one
and now it was three!
The page of my tablet
showed white like the snow.
Where, my friends, where
did the precious time go?
I got myself up
and decided to clean,
but people kept calling -
You know what I mean?
My sister, my mother,
then old Uncle Fred.
I couldn’t believe it.
I thought he was dead!
I glanced at the clock.
It was already five.
The only GOOD thing:
Uncle Fred is alive!
I needed to go
to the gym and the store,
but I just couldn’t get
myself out the door.
The gym I postponed.
So what else is new?
I just had too much
of housework to do.
Outside was still day light.
I thought I’d get done
By seven at least
when still I’d see sun!
But once I got started,
I just couldn’t stop.
I vacuumed and scrubbed,
then danced with a mop!
I looked out the window.
The sky had grown black.
Saner folks now
would be hitting the sack!
Propped up on a pillow
I sat down again,
this time on my bed
with that old shoulder pain.
My poem wrote itself
by the light of the moon.
So how did it get to be
so late so soon?
For Brenda Chiri-Carroll's Funny How Fast Time Flies Poetry Contest
Note: There is no Uncle Fred!! Just some poetic license!
Amidst this greenery and purple heather
Azure blue skies grace our naked souls
Beneath the Cullins on the Isle of Skye
Two in love sharing adventurous goals
On our tartan blanket facing each other
Noses in touch sharing kisses aplenty
Rapid they are in teasingly smother
Tongues now fence, complimentary
Wandering hands on porcelain skin
Gracing, caressing, she sighs as I do
Arching her back, her breasts in rise
Pert to the air, this soon to join two
Slowly in kissing crawl, to her lips I
Caressing undulations, blushing she
Our eyes meet, for they tell no lies
In loving clasp she welcomes me
Rhythmic we are in this rustic place
Seismic groans of wonderment cry
Skin to skin of loving abrasions
Two fused astride my manly thighs
Gyrating hips in sensuous grind
Internal flows await their desire
Passionate kisses now frenzied
Fusion of two in wanting transpire
"She"
Like
one of
these tears that
freed itself from
my misted eyes, you've slipped away from me.
Oh, that once again you'd caress my face
like this tear which
warmly slides
down my
cheek.
"He"
I
watch you,
sad lady,
from my table
and see myself that tear that trails your skin.
While you think of someone else, I'm dying
to be that tear
that lingers
on your
mouth.
For PD's Enter the romantic poems only. (old)Poetry Contest
Again, there will be water - Soon!
In sleep - the deaf silence
reminded me - last night
a leaf withered...
It reminded me of the vase
In which we were the three of us
Dreaming a dream with dew
Sipping from the month of May...
...and little by little my stem
withered in distress
and my painful leaves
found an excuse in Death...
Again, there will be water - Soon!
With little, gentle handfuls
the Life's cup is filling
with crystals of desire
I dream a hopeful dream
regenerating roots
There is the water - plenty
and Oxygen enough...
written at 13, translated now
“Soon”, I said, knowing probably never;
“Maybe later, after it’s way better weather”.
“Stop bugging me - I said, soon,” are the words I repeated,
“After you give me the five minutes of peace that I’ve needed!”
Not one minute passes and they’re asking again,
“Ask one more time and it’s never, my friend!”
I should never have mentioned the possibility,
That all of the kids could someday go there with me.
“I don’t know how soon soon is – it might be today;
It could be in a month or a good year away.”
“But one thing is sure, it will never arrive,
If you keep on pestering - on that, please rely.”
“So think of something else that all of you can do
Instead of asking that stupid question every minute or two.”
“As soon as soon finally gets here I’ll let you all know
And no sooner than that will be the day that we go.”
“So that word you keep asking, which I will not repeat,
Won’t get soon here sooner – so the ask, please delete.”
They walked away sad, with a slink and a mope,
But without asking again – for an entire day, I can hope.
And as soon as they give up on it ever arriving -
Soon will arrive and there we’ll be driving.