Best Starting Poems
Seven ton's fell down that day.
Crushed my life and took you away.
Left me standing in a pile of rubble.
Still in shock, I'm afraid I'm in trouble.
Post traumatic shuffling of paper's.
A day in the life of the soul shapers.
Begins the journey to where, you don't know.
Starting over, like it or not, it's time to go.
The world today doesn't look the same.
Makes yesterday's world seem like a game.
The artists paintings are coming into view.
It's the damndest thing, now you know it too.
You breath in deep to slow things down.
To calm those nerve's and get out of town.
Leave behind them worn out shoe's.
Starting over, win or lose.
The heart of a lion
The soul of a flea
The energy of a gnat
Please do not let this be me
Reaching into my junk drawer
I pick up three items that give me glee
A candy bar wrapper,
And a playing card with a decorated bee.
Dragons in my undercarriage,
Dolphin party in the sea,
This poem is starting to feel jazzy,
It is lively, and it’s free.
I line up the unicorns,
Who are laughing at my knee.
They ask Trixie to join them,
So she dances away with thee.
Her underling muses
Chip and Dale come running to me.
They are dying to write a poem,
So we line up the junk items three.
Let’s make it funny, says Chip
A cut up we all agree.
But Dale wants a sad poem,
So we begin to disagree.
Trixie's assistants laugh at my consternation
And run away you see,
So this is the end of the poem,
Which made me yell a “whee!”
The keen necks in the blue eyes
Looking for the pink goal posts
She was six feet tall at the grassy ground
Sketching the angles and lines of the life
Playing in front of her like the young cubs
Beside her the young brown lad
Standing like the cloudless sun
Holding the firm hands of the dreaming girl
With a lot of maps of the hills and plains
Seated on the eye lashes to take shape
Next to him the frayed branches
Of the skinny old birch tree
Busy with the crimson and grey pictures
Left behind in the tales of light and shade
Crowding now in the pale light of the veins
Of brown leaves resting soft on
The shoulders of the child that
Fondles the dog with its eyes closed in joy
Leaving it the child holds the branch tightly
That sparkles in the waves of the moment
The sunshine holds the hands of
Life in the rainbows of time
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March 13, 2018
Seven-Ten - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Screams that never got heard, tears that never got dried
the ignored child as my parents would fight
I found peace in sleep because my real life was a nightmare
Parents didn't care to look after me, so I was taken into foster care
I was only 3 so a little too young to understand what was going on
But somehow I knew things were going wrong
I was in a safer place but I probably cried more
Imagine being that young and trying to comprehend being with a family that isn't yours?
I spent most of my childhood looking for the guidance and love that my dad never showed me
I felt that I didn't deserve to be happy, so I would let the sadness hold me
He died when I was 14 and I still haven't shed a single tear
It was about that time I started self-harming, but it's Eminem's music that kept me here
now I'm sat here thinking about how I miss Chester Bennington and Robin Williams
I'll never disrespect someone's beliefs, but right now I don't need to hear that God is brilliant
I refuse to worship or fear anyone who won't talk to me face to face
But I'm not here to get religious or political, I still miss an ex, but she has to remain my favourite mistake
Some people can be in your heart but not in your life
I had demons following me, with no one to protect me by my side
most people are fighting their fears, but I haven't found out how to be scared yet
Maybe that's why I've acted crazy and have been careless
I thought making myself numb made me stronger but it made me weaker
Even though it kept the pain out, it meant I couldn't let any happiness in either
But I'm thankful for the lessons that come
I'll always keep the fighting spirit, because I'll be honest, Depression almost won
I've made a lot of mistakes, and I'm not afraid to admit to them
But I will find my redemption with this pen
To see the light at the end of the tunnel, I first had to admit the darkness was real
Even though I'm not fully recovered, I'm starting to heal
President Donald Trump Is On The Precipice Of Starting A Global War
Trump has said that if Iran doesn't open the Strait of Hormuz by 8 pm Eastern Time, “A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.”
The darkest words on the darkest page of the darkest chapter of Trump's darkest book are being played out today and being read with possible grave consequences. With every minute nearing the deadline, I feel like a knife is stabbing my heart. Because if Iran and Trump don't see eye to eye, it will be a very sad ending if Trump carries on with his plan. If Trump lights the match, it may prompt America's enemies, namely Russia, China, and North Korea, to side with Iran and martyrdom. But I think it will go deeper than this when all eyes of the world's population are watching on and see America wipe out Iran's whole civilization (93 million people), our country is going to pick up a lot of hate, collateral damage, and enemies.
Unfortunately, Trump is digging a hole when he didn't have to.
What would George Washington do? He probably looks at the other 80% of the oil that doesn't transport through the Strait of Hormuz and other energy sources, or even drills at home instead of committing genocide (which is the direction Trump is going towards). You see, some Presidents can think and don't suffer from an inferiority complex or narcissistic behavior.
Upon hearing all this, I'm very upset and sickened. Trump's ultimatum is a ticking time bomb. He's put America's way of life at stake, where our future livelihood and safety are very vulnerable to being attacked by our mounting enemies. Even as we speak, our allies and NATO are giving Trump the cold shoulder and are reluctant to assist in forcing Iran to open the Strait of Hormuz.
Normally, I'd pray for a windfall in my direction--good health, good deals, good catches, good friendship, and good wealth, but today I would trade all those prayers and pray for the Iranian people, their families, their cultures, and their way of life. I can empathize with them being pawns under their government's regime during this war and being under extreme duress as their country faces Trump's ultimatum today. I pray to God that there is a shining light at the end of the tunnel and that Iran is saved.
connie pachecho
4/7/26 430pm EST
The bird sheds the feathers,
of Autumn's pain
Welcoming winter,
with open wings
Scents change,
with the new breeze
I find myself all alone
with no place to call my own.
Living off other peoples’ charities,
how did I let this happen to me?
It really wasn’t that far back
I had it made, that’s a fact.
The world was my oyster holding the pearl,
Miss Independent, a confident girl.
‘I don’t need anyone!’; least that’s what I said.
You think maybe I let it go to my head?
How did things get turned upside-down?
When did my smile turn to a frown?
Oh yeah, that’s right; I fell in love!
Man of my dreams sent from above.
As always, I dove in head first,
never thinking that I’d get hurt.
But he took my love, then cast me aside;
never caring that my heart had died.
So now I find myself all alone,
I can’t even give a dog a bone!
Now I just want to be free again
and not let my heart be ruled by a man.
I know I can do it, I've done it before,
and this time I want it even more!
I just have to be patient, it’s gonna take time.
I can’t let myself start falling behind.
And you know what? I’ve got all that I need
to make this plan of mine succeed.
I won't ever again have to feel alone.
Can somebody please give that dog a bone?
Forest fires in Canada
leave a haze in Iowa
and I can’t help but think
of how they have consumed
the land.
As I go for a Sunday drive
a wall cloud of smoke
in the sky before me
hides the sun
but the river
is at my side
rippling reflections
of sky.
A voice inside says
we must embrace
before it's lost
as I count the miles.
I round a curve
and for a moment I see
the face of someone
I loved as she smiled,
a memory unveiled.
Yet I know
fires are burning
out west
a story played out
every year.
I look into my self
and feel assured
as the sun emerges
and opens the skies.
for every charred trunk
that falls a seed
left in its wake
I am starting a new journey in life,
a journey of love and hatred,
a journey of mixed feelings,
a sweet journey of life,
fused in the chains of caution,
fused in the chains of intuition.
On my high way I might see doves of white,
on my lone way,I may see,dreams of light.
It all bores down to a journey.
I am starting a new journey,
a new dimension,
of life in life,
of pain in caution,
for I need not a life of sorrows
I need not a life of tears.
In this journey I an treading on,
In this meticulous journey I walking.
There is no need for serendipity
no need for demeanor,for I HEAD
I am starting a new journey in life.
Graduate school starts
Several months begins class
Creating great stress
Russell Sivey
Starting To Forget
I swore I called your number
we hadn't spoken for so long.
The man that took my call
said I done something wrong.
He said it's been his number
for going on seven years.
When I heard the phone go dead
I broke out into tears.
I swore I would remember you
since the day when we first met.
I cry because I can't deny
I'm starting to forget.
The hardest thing I've never done
the hardest thing I know.
Is trying to forget about
the day I let you go.
Last time that I heard your voice,
was it spring? Or was it fall?
Last time that I held you tight
I can't seem to recall.
I remember thinking you'll be back
you're still not back here yet.
Now the only thing I know
is I'm starting to forget.
Edwin C Hofert
Starting Today
Give Yourself A Chance
Stop And Take A Look
Stare Don't Glance
Yes, Stare.. Stare.. Stare..
Stare Upon Success
Focus On That Future
Let Your Eyes Start Your Quest
Starting Today
You're A Totally New Person
Not Reformed Or Reset
You're A Totally New Version
Now Let Your Feet Follow Your Eyes
With Projected Plan In Motion
Achievement Is Limitless
When You Exercise Positive Notions
Starting Today Starting Today
Such A Beautiful Thing To Say
Never Fear Challenges Of Tomorrow
Step Up And Start Your Day
Survival is a lesson in itself.
Treacherous lives have suffered treacherous abuse -
Only to find enlightenment from the wisdom of denial.
Reality of denial opens major change -
Lessons of starting over;
Lessons of perception;
Lessons of connection.
Connection brings help from others...
Recovering from separation from life itself.
Remain open to all thought...
Remain open to all change...
Remain open to all possibilities.
Acceptable changes will arrive,
Bringing miracles of grandeur -
Healing once tortured lives.
Louis Drago
as we touch the ocean your eyes fade into the blue
your wet face drifts in complete harmoney
your very soul floats before me like a wild spirit
the wild wolfs are around you
in the morning i will phone you
i might have been lost
i might still be
ive never felt this way before
im melting like a river i write this
we are not lovers
but i am no fool
but i could just be a murl
to your shiney blue eyes
is the feeling mutral
to feed one is to feed the other
are you run by lust or must
your so nice i have to tair you apart
your so smart i have to say that i dont love you
but if you were a flower i would be your honey bee
but i will stick with you as i am made of glue
i could just be a part time lover
but a full time dad
our stuff could off burned
but i carry water
i will always be yours as i get up in the morning
and watch the sun go to rest x x
What about New Year resolutions?
Of course forgotten!
But why forget?
What a question!
It’s easy to forget:
Cruel to remind!
That’s right.
Almost any reminder is cruel.
It’s himsa, pure and simple.
And we are all for ahimsa,
Though we may not practise it—
Outside this domain.
But there’s this starting trouble.
Almost all of us seem to have it—
Except perhaps Napoleon
And some crazy people like him.
Cruel reminders are to blame!
Then, why not think of kind reminders?
A resolution often turns on emotions,
And emotions evaporate.
Then a cruel, if impotent, reminder!
A resolution fueled by feelings,
Remains stable:
A New Year resolution excites me,
That’s my emotion.
I feel happy about the resolution.
And that’s my feeling.
My resolution lives long.
I’m not excited at all—
About my resolution.
Well, that’s another story!
So, no more starting trouble.
Bon voyage!