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...

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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...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist, essayist, novelist
Alma mater	University College, Oxford (no degree)
Literary movement	Romanticism
Spouse	Harriet Westbrook
(m. 1811; died 1816)
Mary Shelley
(m. 1816)
Signature	
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/b??/  
BISH; 4...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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I posted this first poem on one of my first days here at Poetry Soup. It’s about my stinky Pug Mugsy. He is almost fourteen now and for the past two days he has been slowly withering away. It’s so heartbreaking to see him dying....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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