Best Special Poems
She sits and rocks, so gently back and forth
Her chin leaning heavily on her chest.
In her hands she cradles, one flat waxed rose
And sighs as pain is swelling in her breast.
Her long grey hair, now tied up in a bun
Is what I see when entering the room.
I helplessly watch, her tear drops flowing,
They look like dew, upon the lonely bloom.
Slowly she looks at a picture nearby,
A glimpse of a smile creases her face.
Granddad with her, stand on their wedding day
With red roses, and a dress of white lace.
After the wedding, she said with a smile,
I took this one rose and waxed it back then.
Granddad had laughed at me wondering why.
I said, for the special memories when…….
And now this old rose, I hold in my hand,
Precious memories kept in my drawer
I pull it out remembering the day
When granddad loved me, and I loved him more.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.25.2014
Contest: Encounters with Flowers
5th
Young and pretty, living a normal life
Suddenly her world would never be the same
Her lovely boy born with special needs
Her daily life now the toughest of games
She carries on with her head held high
Having a career, still being his mother
Constantly dealing with medical issues
Yet she would not change him for another
Nurses and doctors fill her daily life
Fighting for the services that he needs
Never one complaint does she voice
Knowing not where his path will lead
A special soul; accepting the hand dealt
My admiration for this woman so deeply felt…..
note---
I am privileged to be one of his nurses...I have never seen a stronger
more dedicated mother..
Rachel’s birth brought early challenges
Surgery closed a hole in her heart
Learning disabilities discovered later
A “special” child, she pursued a regular education
But she was not regular
She learned to read a bit; could not do math
At age 30, Rachel asked why she couldn’t have children
She could, of course, but it was discouraged
Her mother’s only child would not give her grandchildren
So Rachel raises cats, several of them, for companionship
Felines brought up in a loving home
To Rachel, they are her daughters
Now her mother is getting older
She dreads the thought of Rachel placed in a group home
Rachel is still a child on Christmas and birthdays
But there is no one, no young living relatives, to step up
Her mother cries every night
In her 70s, she still works long hours
It is not knowing what will happen to Rachel
That prevents her mother from finding happiness
She prays God will help her daughter when she’s gone
It’s hard to say which of their lives is more challenging
Still, they press forward and grab every joy life offers
It is the only way
Imagine the unique problems children with disabilities face
They need our support and encouragement
Rachel gets these, but how many others do not?
*March 4, 2021
She longs to take possession of her heart, but she quickly forgets.
He used his flattering power to gleam the pages and feast.
Like the wind tossing the spider holding tight on a single web.
She retraces the steps in her mind, her soul dares not sleep
to be shattered by silence. She wonders if it will work,
are they destined to reach for spring sunshine, a bouquet of wondrous
beauty and sweetness. Like an eagle caged, she stumbles
and thought about the man in her heart. Her spirit calms a heavenly trust.
6/26/2018
Poetry Contest: Strand Special 10,Any Form ,Any Theme
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I want to merge with this old Yew,
To travel through its rings of time.
Back when it's sprout had just begun
Near Blarney's river so sublime.
Where ivy climbs the castle walls,
A quaint sized foot bridge leads to where,
The old strong Yew still charms today
As autumn chills with crisp clean air.
I felt compelled to climb it's limbs
To sit embraced by its sweet love.
To its spirit, in whispered voice,
I then professed the same thereof.
How strong that memory still keeps
As other trees I've come to know
Bless me with their cool umbrella,
I see that Yew in vigil glow!
© Connie Marcum Wong
There is a very trendy Smoothie Bar down town
Called ‘FruitiBaTuti’ but known to all as FBT
Where a colourful bunch of close friends work
All happy, hardworking and dedicated to their duty
FBT is a busy hip and happening place
Daily, customers line out the door
Waiting for smoothies considered supreme
Like they have never experienced before
Paul Passionfruit is the owner of FBT
A fair and fun boss
FBT is his love and passion
His staff have never seen him cross
FBT’S manager is Annie Apple
A fresh faced ,crisp, sweet girl
Until she starts drinking cider
Then her inner party girl unfurls
Second in charge is Freddie Fig
A charismatic ,charming lad
So chillaxed that he doesnt give a fig
When FBT gets crazy busy mad
Louie Lemon is a member of staff
He is known for being quite sour
Yet when working at FBT
He is a honey and often the man of the hour
Grapes is another sweet member of the team
Who is kind and cares a whole bunch
He likes to party with Annie Apple
Drinking way too much wine when it comes to the crunch
Mango is a popular staff member
Pretty ,happy , her heart aglow
Regularly with a new boyfriend in tow
As she keeps letting her man-go
Pineapple is the newest member of staff
She is keen to learn though at times a little unsure
Her big dream is to eventually be ‘just an apple’
She pines to possess the apple allure
Dates is the Casanova of the staff
Often on dating apps swiping left or right
Looking for the perfect, soft ,luscious woman
Though he secretly has Mango in his sight
Peter Pomegranate is the joker of the team
Funny , forever making everyone laugh
He comes from a little village in England
Nicknamed Pommie by both customers and staff
Strawberry, Blueberry and Raspberry are sisters
They are the casual and relief staff at FBT
Sweet, bright and accomodating
Each sister is berry, berry special indeed
Cool music is played at FBT
With conversation and laughter abound
The vibe and ambience is upbeat and lively
Come down, meet the staff, have a smoothie and enjoy the surrounds!
A Birthday Poem For My Very Special Friend
(This is also composed for my dear friend, PD)
Your birthday is indeed a great time of gaiety,
It calls for a celebration, a Grand Poetic Party
But, what I have just said is only a secondary
Most importantly, your life is great and healthy.
I am writing this poem first and foremost,
To send my love and best wishes to the most
For all the dreams of yours, let’s make a toast
May they all be fulfilled without any cost.
Since, I don’t have here your complete address,
I cannot send you chocolates, cakes or roses
So, I’ll just send my fervent prayer for success
To God, He may protect you, guide you and bless.
I will also enclose in these lines of my poem,
My songs of bliss for you and your family at home,
May you be free from all worries and gloom
Age added but, you’re a gal who incessantly bloom.
My dearest friend Linda, have a very happy birthday,
If you are only here, I’ll dance with you today,
Like a lady on her debut on the 18th Natal Day
You’re our Grand Celebrity in ‘tis Land of Poetry.
Note:
(Reposting)
This will be my advance Happy, Happy Birthday Poem to my DEAREST friend and CO-LIBRAN on the Soup, LINDA or PD. Three days from now will already be her BIRTHDAY MONTH. I AM SO EXCITED AND I AM LOOKING FORWARD FOR THE DATE, OCT. 7. Honestly, THIS POEM WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN FOR HER BECAUSE I KNOW HER MORE AND SHE ACTUALLY HAS GIVEN ME THE INSPIRATION TO WRITE A BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THE CONTEST !!ADVANCE HAPPY, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST FRIEND!!! Love yah!
Written: Sept. 25,2012
Anniversaries, birthdays, special occasions
marking significant moments in our lives
bringing back precious feelings
reliving a once upon a time.
The first time that I met you
the butterflies I had inside
sitting in that corner café
daydreaming you were my bride
The candlelit dinner for two
outdoors under a red streaked sky
when I got down on my knee
oh that gleam I saw in your eye
Telling your mum she'd be a grandma
in her garden overlooking the sea
the day you made me a daddy
oh what a happy day it was for me
First feelings, first moments, first memories
first kisses, first dates, first times
Anniversaries, birthdays, special occasions
celebrating that day you became mine
We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same
I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes
They remind me to be grateful for warmth and light so near
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
A scenic view of white smoke rising from the chimney tall
Dainty snow flakes falling as kids roll them into balls
They sail against blustery winds and I wonder how they dare!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Sweet music heralding peace, urges hearts to spread some joy!
Displayed is a wooden Nativity Scene to greet you at the door
A glittering tree with twinkling stars stands proudly at the rear!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Fresh pine garlands dress stair rails with large red velvet bows
The aroma of cinnamon and pine saturates, delighting one’s nose
While a cozy wood fireplace glows, inviting, daydream stares
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
The baking’s almost done; and tons of sweets are ensured
Though, there will not be any Christmas pudding this year, for sure
Mama’s been gone home a while, yet the many memories linger here
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Whatever may happen in life, Christmas joy lives in the heart
A warm home and loving hearts have sufficed from the start
Much food, drinks and good conversation; lots of fun to share!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
“Less formal” is my style preferred, so do relax if you please
Sit on the floor, take off those shoes; dance or just be a tease
When you feel stuffed and need a nap, if you snore, have no fear!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
~*~
DEDICATION TO TWO VERY SPECIAL WOMEN
I'm writing this poem with pure dedication
To two very special women upon this fine day,
Andrea Dietrich and Anne Lise Andresen your beauty
is like a quaint fascination of pure devotion.
If it weren't for people like you, I would have left long ago,
Andrea you showed me great strength comes internally
I know,
Anne Lise you have a graceful flair with an inner honesty so rare
You showed me and talked to me when I needed someone to
really care.
Weeks ago it seems, thought I was at a real time, time, low, low.
But in realities view, knew deep in my heart of this you do know
You're two very beautiful women who made me face up to my
inner demons.
Now I truly know, I'm still in love with my Grizzly Adams,
Andrea and Anne Lise, hope we'll always be friends
For I'm dedicating this poem to two very intelligent beautiful women.
I no longer have had no inner bad vibrations.
I'm writing this poem with pure happiness and true heartfelt dedication
To two of the very best and special women upon this glorious day,
Andrea and Anne Lise your beauty is like a flowering devotion
I'm really counting my blessings for I'm utterly thankful beyond my emotions.
Written: Sept. 2, 2014
Theresa
Don’t use special characters!
In writing I was told,
Next to the title of my poem.
(The letters black and bold.)
“Poems Don’t Have to Rhyme,” is what
I chose to name my piece,
But with this title, what I wrote
The site would not release.
For only letters, numbers, dashes,
Commas are allowed;
Apostrophes and colons, too,
Are welcomed in that crowd.
I looked back at my heading
And I didn’t understand
Exactly how it merited
That tyrant-like command.
I had to change my title –
It’s called “Poems” now on my list,
But someone messing with my words
Makes me feel awfully pissed.
There is a special man we look up to.
Writing great poems on Poetry Soup.
His Limericks put a smile on our face,
being from the great UK, his birthplace.
His adventures at Milton's Creek thrill us.
They are gripping tales to read, and a must.
The Master of story telling is he.
Writing awesome Poem's to enjoy and read.
Sharing his feedback, he gives you his best.
His much valued comments, always impress.
He's been to some Countries, with his Dear wife,
and shares his adventures, about his life.
Soon peace in Ukraine, He wants and supports.
Crimes against Putin, in a Ukraine court!
Many followers that look up to him,
are so privileged to call him their friend.
I know your asking yourself, who's this man?
Our beloved Poet, Tom Cunningham.
In your comments
share why Tom is
such a special Poet.
Wishing Tom and
all writers a very
Merry Christmas,
and a much better
New Year. God Bless
you all...
You are all Special...
How special is a Christmas filled with the delight
of children as they rush down to the decorated tree
after having barely slept through the entire night.
Sweet anticipation on their faces all can see,
for they can’t wait to tear the wrapping off their gifts with glee.
How special is a Christmas filled with love and peace
as One born in a humble stable with reverence we recall.
Oh, that joy in all the world might finally increase
as we remember Him, an infant once so small
Who grew into the mighty Lord Who died to save us all.
How special is a Christmas filled with fun and song,
with jingle bells and sugar cookies and fireplaces’ glow.
Oh, that generosity were more than just one season long
and that the Christmas spirit inside us all would grow
so God’s love manifested all the world would know!
Written Christmas Eve 2022
for Emile Pinet's A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
I want to be
your special occasion
To see you smile
like you’re on vacation
That in a cool sorta way
I’m your happy activation
I want to know
you see and hear me
That there’s nowhere else
you’d rather be
I want to be invigorated
full inside not empty
I want to be
your ocean and sun
temporarily extraordinary
your truly special one
The perfect cup of tea
you won’t share with anyone
I want to be
that special book you can’t close
the one that make you tingle
from head to toes
To be in a picture together
doing some silly pose
I wish and want to be
the first joyful thought of your day
That I can be a glorious song
to which you sway
Yes, to be your special occasion
that is better than okay!
For you my sweet love
are my special occasion
When I see you smile
I’m on vacation
In the coolest best way
you are my happy activation
I am thankful for my sweetie
Thanks for being my special one.
My special poet,
has the recipe written down.
Ink and words will flow,
flow like fast moving lava.
Whether a Rhyme or Limerick,
maybe a free verse or a short Haiku.
My special poet knows the recipe,
it is all about the feelings of the words.
Words have power for the reader,
both bad or good power to share.
My special poet has learned,
from writing and rewriting what to do.
The recipe is to write for the reader,
for their enjoyment.
My special poet now turns out,
great poems.
Some short and some long,
their readers always come back to read more.