Best Stil Poems
* This for is called Acrostic, but this particular one forms a phrase on BOTH ends - I hope you enjoy it! *
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Yesterdays, never tell me where they run to
Only the callow days that breathed with you
Utter those resplendent whispers to my ear
Why did you let her go?' It hushes me, still
Each silver moment since has been an echo
Reverberating midst passion's sweet improv
Every memory is filled with an aching divine
My faculties still recall your beguiling aroma
Your flavor, even now, speaks to my senses
Soft, the moonlit eves, we swam in a dream
Open, the hearts we shared with a rare love
Unconcerned with the courses of its delirium
Lost to the realms those passions took us to
Many years have passed, but I can still hear
All our promises like petals - a life potpourri
They're faded now between the pages of life
Each one, a wilted bloom of love's memories.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Double Double Words To Bubble" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
MY UKHT AL-KUBRA
I have one sister in my home
Sweet, loving, with open arms and heart
With dark brown eyes
And an inviting laugh
And a passion
For life.
I have a sister at Soup
Sweet, loving, with open arms and heart
Both my sisters are so different
Yet one thing is the same:
I love them both
With all of my heart.
My sister at home has her Arabic name.
My sister at Soup stil hasn't.
To me she is an inspiration.
So, my dear inspirational sister,
Below your name in my language:
ILHAME - INSPIRATION
The picture is Ilhame in Arabic calligraphy
(pronunciation: eel-am)
Your Kalakeolelo
Momma, you might be gone now but I stll have you in my heart.
Momma, we might have fought alot, but in the end you were stil my best friend.
Momma, you were the one that new all I had done wrong.
Momma, you were always there, every single restless night, every helpless fright.
Momma, every day I had with you, was more than I really new.
Momma, its been a rough year without you here.
Momma, sometimes I want to curl up in your arms and cry.
Momma. I miss you, but don't worry Im gettin through.
Momma, I love you. and miss you... R.I.P. Momma.
Michele with one L and her voice
Tells me in soprano that she no longer loves
The L that always pains my heart
And with care I watch the note fade
Alone again watching my P's and Q's
It's the L that I long for as the water falls
Stil hear your song as I lie at night
The heart beats strong but without your L
The word has no meaning
Stil isn't a word without your L
My heart is stil without you
For my friend Michele who spells her name with one L after I spelled it with two L's
As Long As I'm Still With You
We had the ups and downs
Sometimes it felt or I made
it seem that I just didn't wont to be with you
Nothing could ever take your place
Within my heart to yours
Nobody could set my heart free like you did
As Long As I'm Still With You
There are so many things we shared
The love we packed inside for each other
Nobody could ever take it away but God
Without him we couldn't make it though the storms
Nothing is so beautiful as the blue sky
As Long As I'm Still With You
When I got the message
That our love was going to vanish away
I broke down in tears
When I first heard I was breaking piece by piece
Nohting anymore can go wrong
Because when things get rough again
Lets put it in God hands
As Long As I'm Still With You
No one can change the way
I feel about you
Things came by hard as the days went by
We worked our way through them
But this one gave us a hard time
Because there was a decision to be made
A very important one
Do I really need you in my life
As Long As Im Still With You
Life would be a wreck
If I ain't go you
I don't want to go to the door no more
I used to run to it when I always think it was you
The phone rings
But I don't even want to get up no more
With you no more worries
You was there for me when things came by so hard
As Long As I'm Still With You
But as one we came along with out love
Nothing is better than being with you
As Long As I'm Still With You
i look around longing for you
but then i realise i was a fool
no truth in words that you say
but my heart loves you in the same way
i try to clear my clouded mind
but peace of mind is hard to find
little by little my heart starts to break
was your love for me only fake?
it's hard to close of to the pain
but you will stil turn out the same
you said you loved was that a lie
i guess it was time to say goodbye
i thought that our love was meant to be
everyone was blinded to what i see
my heart will never quite get over this
the pain i felt that once was bliss
it hurts to know that you never care
the hurt sometimes is hard to bare
i am left alone in this empty house
full of memoryies but quiet as a mouse
I would have loved to be
swati
To wear lihiya
And take part in the
umhlanga dance
Or even be venda
I wouldn't mind doing
the domba
Or beating the djembe
But I am only a mosotho
woman
Born of pedi and Tswana
Ntepa le dipheta
Complete my attire
Sure I would have loved
to be tsonga
To be called respectful
among modern women
Intelligent and humble
With no fear of eating
masonja
But I prefer my sour ting
le moody
Nama e Maratha le letibi
I would have loved to be
part of the ancient Dutch
To share with van riebeck
in the undertaking of the
command of the initial
Dutch settlement in south
Africa
Or even be English
I wouldn't mind having
the queen as my
grandmother
Drinking tea, shopping
sprees,feeling free with
no fees
But I do come from the
dusty streets of Vutta le
mkhala
Where children look
forward to go bolla
Where teenagers think
the government owes
them money for child
bearing
And some look forward
to university
I would have loved to be
Nguni
And proudly say my
president is Zulu
And gloat that most
freedom fighters were
Xhosa
I would smile and say i
am Ndebele
And though I don't live
ko kwagga
I stil enforce and respect
my culture
But I am pedi
Kemopedi ketletse lerato
Ketletse lerato lagofeta
boloko kagare ga Leshaka
Ke apara ntepa le dipheta
Ke ekgantsha ka setjo
saka
I appreciate who I an
From tzaneen to
polokwane
From northern cape to
the east
Or from Jozi to pitori
I appreciate other cultures
Brits to maftown
Ventersdorp to orania
I still appreciate
Pietermaritzburg to new
castle
Welkom to qwa qwa
I appreciate other cultures
Fore they bring definition
to who we are
Sometimes we look to closest friends,
Expressly those who think we're ace:
Let them confirm our worth but still
Forget, inside us lies the proof.
Actualization calls for a
Command of strength and keen logic
To shape ourselves, at last, to get
Unknown rewards on our plateau.
And with revealed goals, we take a
Lone journey through heart and soul
In our quest...a long safari,
Zestfully seeking life's pizzazz,
And a fruitful new arena
That hones our talents as our gift.
Inner joy promotes stimuli
Of further searches, that lead to
New trails of self-completion.
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Premiere Contest: Self Actualization Double Acrostic
Sponsor: San Woo
Judged: 11/13/2016
The distant brass haystacks tune on shorn ground.
Vanilla fence posts chime in saffron sun.
Adjacent jonquils trumpet lemon sound
as amber goldenrod and china mums
in stil de grain complete a trio 'round
high jasmine shrubs, which in the octaves run
aureolin to beige. Nearby is found
a vegetable garden where blond onions,
squash and carrots in harmony abound
with notes of maize and amber. Faun melons
grace a clef of trellis where ecru-crowned
warblers and the sunglow-breasted Hutton's
Vireo twitter in tune with corn-downed,
bumblebees and drone: summer has begun.
(Rhyme)
I've never before seen or heard anything about you
But then one day you just appeared and came into my life just as you are
I'd dreamed so much of you and I was so glad that you were with me here
Stil is so hard at times to believe that you'd found me and that now you are so near me.
I want to keep you all the time in my life and forever
Some say that dreams can come true and I now know is true
And no matter what together we make it thru everything whatsoever
You fill my days of rainbows sometimes and make all my days less blue.
When I think of you my Love I can't help but to love you
And when I see you I just want you to be mine all the time too
Your love ignites all my desires and in my heart I just love you more and more
You are my Knight in Shinning Armor,and with you my Love,my dreams can come true.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December,12,2014
Here are my poem in Norwegian: (translation in English comming down below)
Du blir et år eldre
og du har gjort det med stil
Sekundene tikker
tiden er inne
du går inn i ett nytt år
med håp i sinnet
Tid for ettertanke
på året som gikk
drømmer som knuste
alt du ikke fikk
Men alt det gode
må du ikke glemme
alle de rundt deg
som er glad i deg
her hjemme
Nytt år, nye muligheter
er det noen som sier
nye sjanser feires
med store seremonier
Vi feirer deg og året
som nettopp har gått
og at du har klart deg
så flott
Du er verdens beste
mor og mormor
og du fortjener det beste
Derfor jeg som din datter
prøver mitt beste
på å få sagt det meste
i et dikt til deg
gratulerer med dagen mamma
jeg elsker deg
Here are my poem in English: (hope you enjoy)
You are a year older
and you do it with style
seconds ticking
the time is right
you enter a new year
with hope in your mind
Time for reflection
the past year
dreams shattered
everything you did not receive
But all the good
do not forget
all those around you
who loves you at
home
New year, new opportunities
There are some who say
new chances celebrated
with large ceremonies
We celebrate you and the year
that have just gone
and that you have managed you
so great
You are the best
mother and grandmother
and you deserve the best
Therefore I, as your daughter
trying my best
to say most
in a poem for you
happy birthday mum
I love you
07/22/2012
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Die Lewens gang
So dwaal ek rond in die lewens gang
vol van verlange en oral teen di mure
hang potrete van herineringe.
Die tyd het geloop sy eie loop
geloop. Hy het ons mee gesleep en
wys gemaak. Tyd het geleer ons
geleer dat ale wonde genees, maar
tyd was ook te kort om vergaane
geliefdes weer te groet.
Soms is ons spyt gewees, soms het
ons net n sug van verligting, tyd sal
ons weer verder vat, Die onbekende
in die lewens lange gang af en oral
sal daar weer nog potrete by kom
van vriende en geliefdes wat in die
niet verdwyn. Maar die herinepringe
sal weer trug kom waneer ons stil
raak en trug blik na tye wat verby is.
Daar loop weer 2rye spore deur my
lewe, soos in die lewens gang van
ons lewe, verskyn daar ook n potrret
van jou op my muur, en ek weet uit
eindelik is jy ook op geteken in my
lewe. My gemoed raak stil want soos
van soveel kere van tevore moet ek
woner sal die potret bly hang, want
hier in die gang van di lewe is daar
onbekende dinge, dinge wat kan
uitwis dit wat eens mooi was. Dinge
wat gedagtes kan sper en gevoelens
kan koud laat, en ek skuif die prent
weer reg want met vetroue en geloof
sal die potret ook bly hang en die
kloue van liefde sal hou en nie laat
gaan.
Want die gang van die lewe is nooit
reguit nie.
Nuwe uit dagings wag. Om elke
draai, maar as ons om ons heen kyk
is ons geliefde daar, om te help te
hou op dit wat reg en eg is.
Want die mense rondom ons sien n
masker n masker wat niemand
behalwe ons geliefdes weet wat
agter aan gaan nie
Along ta derry ga de hance
‘til dawn we sit, amid, astance.
And once the full moon rises on’t
Da mid awhorl doth all we want.
But soon ta blacken brot a gri,
wit stil da crackon akabree--
And once t’gin ta ram da moot
Dow noland farce th’ wil ka soot!
A packa shoon curl tabard sheath
And when we drather forka beeth,
Is wan ‘taback the cabbarth shoe
Around about will strike the moon.
The will soon eddy wine dak crown,
To ramble on the turtle drown.
We pounce upon the blackened brot
‘twas crackon gole th’ trei be shot!
As jy jou pyn buite wys
sal vriendelike,
Irreterende vreemdeling
jou inlig dat die wêreld
aanhou draai.
En hulle is reg.
Dit doen.
Maak nie saak hoe hard jy
dit smeek om te stop.
Dit hou aan draai.
Ek word wakker en is
gelukkig vir drie
sekondes.
Dan onthou ek,
Dit draai en kantel mense
uit
hul beddens
In hul karre, hul kantore.
'n Stortvloed van klein
mans en vrouens
Wat deur die lewe tuimel.
Probeer om nie te dink
wat daar onder wag.
Soms draai dit en stuur
ons
Wankelrig in mekaar se
arms.
Ons kleef styf,
Opgewonde en laggend,
Vreemdelinge saam
gegooi op 'n bewegende
prethuis vloer.
En dan draai die wêreld
weer.
En iemand val af...
Dis so 'n lang pad af
Koud van skok,
Kan ons net staan en kyk
hoe hulle val
En geleidelik kleiner word.
Onttrek stadig uit ons
geheue
Tot hulle nie meer
sigbaar is.
Ons versamel in
begraafplase,
Stil en gespanne,
Asof ons die impak gaan
hoor;
Die plons van 'n rivier klip
in 'n donker put,
Probeer om die diepte te
meet.
Probeer om te meet hoe
ver ons val.
Geen impak kom;
Geen plons.
Die oomblik gaan verby.
Die wêreld draai
En ons draai weg,
Gaan aan met ons
lewens...
Ons vou ons self toe
In gerieflike
voorspelbaarhede
Om ons warm te hou
teen die koue.
"Tyd is 'n goeie
geneesheer"
"Ten minste was dit
vinnig"
"Die wêreld hou aan
draai"