Best Telegram Poems


Premium Member Northern Lights Instant Telegram Haiku

rainbow at twilight 
shimmering northern lights glow
Monet paints our skies

(Contest:Instant Telegram
Sponsor: Nathan D - was contest never judged)

Submitted to any poem written in Feb 2016
Sponsored by Laura Loo

02~19~16

Premium Member Beyond Earth--Instant Telegram

beyond earth's vacuum...

satellite wheel captures light

of galactic forms


Instant Telegram Contest, Nathan D.
picture 1
2/19/2016

Premium Member Instant Telegram

earth's splendor wakens
aurora borealis 
empty vessels filled.



entry for Nathan D.... Instant Telegram haiku contest.


The Telegram

His mother was in the kitchen 
There came a knock upon the door,
It was a policeman, with a telegram
She buckled to the floor.

Of course, she knew what it meant
But could scarce believe it true,
For every night, she'd prayed aloud
 "Lord, see him safely through"

Her dearest boy, young and brave,
Sought glory overseas,
As he left for France she sobbed, 
 "Take care, come back to me"

But her dearest boy isn't coming home
For he had paid the price,
He fell out there on the front.
His future sacrificed.

Off he'd marched, with his pals,
heroes, every one.
Now they lay on Flanders fields,
Each a mothers son.

No victory parades for them,
No medals pinned to chests.
But never to be forgotten, 
As with the Lord, they rest.
© Gary Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Political Telegram

Windmill slowly turns  
   fuel remains dormant in earth 
      scientific blow

2/18/16
© Judy Konos  Create an image from this poem.

All In War - the Telegram

This soul is locked forever wounded
In the torment of this particular day;
The question "why" has not been graced
With answers understandable.
And my tears,
Along with the questions
Have no voice...
No peace..
No choice...

So always, and sometimes, hope in wonderment
The spirit of my courage
And his duty
Is more or less of finer things...
But, after all the wishes,
I am just a Windflower
White and fragile,
And stubbornly alive
On a sharp rocked shore
Next to an undulating
Black marble monument...
Standing for the lost and the fallen.

Waiting in a tremble of despair
For my own Hero of certain reality,
Who understands Windflowers
And the need for 
A sheltering embrace
In this particular life,
On this particular day
On a golden afternoon
Before a knock on the door
Locks my soul
Forever wounded....
On this particular day...


Instant Telegram

View the mountain peaks,
So majestic in the sky.
Climbing a great feat.







Poetry Title: Instant Telegram

Poetry Contest Deadline: Wednesday, March 16, 2016 at  12:00:00 AM
 
 Sponsored by: Nathan D. 

Contest Description:

 Haiku poetry form : 5, 7, 5.

Premium Member Combatant Instant Telegram

heartbeat hammering

not looking back at treason

carried by the wind

2/16/2016

 Poetry Contest: Instant Telegram -
 Sponsored by: Nathan D.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

The Telegram

The Telegraph

by Gabriel Magno © 2014


The baby wakes the puppy, as she twists its little nose,
the mother drinking coffee, mends a small run on her hose.

The mailman rings the doorbell, rising up she stops her chore,
a telegram presented slowly, she smiles and shuts the door.

As she reads quietly, a frightful look distorts her face,
and then a shrilling scream, as her heart begins to race.

“We’re sorry to inform you, of your husband’s loss of life”,
the message from the army, cuts her heart as with a knife. 

Unsteady hands reach for the child, who lays atop the family dog,
her tears fall on baby's smiling face, her mind confused as in a fog.

The nights of making love, the days of sharing laughter, 
come to a sudden painful end, from this day ever after.

The mailman returned once more, a telegram in hand,
“how it was stuck inside my bag, I just don’t understand”. 

She thanked him, closed the door and wondered what it said,
silently she read the message, her husband was not dead. 

“We’re happy to inform you, your husband’s still alive”,
the message read, “was one of few who did survive”.

“The battle in the shallow gorge, where many brave men laid”,   
“accept our deep apology, this error in haste was made.”

And so the cloud had lifted from high above her head,
and soon again she’ll lay, beside her husband in their bed.

The mailman on his daily route, will once again bring to the door,
those telegrams, to wives and lovers, of those who live no more.

Instant Telegram

INSTANT TELEGRAM:
lime palm of Atlas
cushions Demeter’s red rage…
fallow fall farmland

Telegram

December
spring telegram received
daffodil sprouts
© Ann Roske  Create an image from this poem.

Horse--Instant Telegram

it speeds on darkened fields
as rushed breeze watches black horse--
catching night's first stars



Contest :Instant Telegram, Nathan
19th Feb 2016

A Telegram From the Queen

A Telegram from the Queen

An interview with Maisie Widdop,
On her very special day.
Her telegram from the queen has arrived,
and has something, she wants to say.

Maisie please tell our readers,
This most wonderful story of yours,
When you were but a small child,
A new world, was opening its doors.

"We are going on an adventure,
My Mother would frequently say to me.
A brand new life for all of us,
It will be marvellous, you wait and see.

Travelling in luxury and elegance,
Splendour, Grandeur will know no bounds,
Seven days of fun filled decadence,
Our feet won't touch the ground,

Nothing but the best for us,
Clever Daddy has taken good care.
You and me will want for nothing,
On his life he'd promise and swear.

We are sailing on the Tenth my love,
So we really must look our best,
Just in case the Captain invites us,
To his table, as special guests

I was just a Baby at the time,
My Father was taking us oversea.
A brave new world across the Pond,
He said, that's where work will be.

We were due to leave early April,
But I got a fever and couldn't sail.
Mother told Father "you go on ahead"
and we would follow soon, without fail.

Poor Father never reached New York,
On that fateful sailing ship.
So, we remained forever in England,
Never wanting to make the trip.

A twist of fate and I'm still here,
One hundred years old today.
Mother died back in Eighty-Three,
Ninety-Two when she passed away.

She told me this same heartfelt story,
From my birth, until the day she died.
Third class, sounded grand to her
But she knew; thought of Father and cried"
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.

Instant Telegram

miracles at night
                                              flluorescent rainbowed sky 
                                                   we can't be on earth




                                                    February 22, 2016
                                                    Sponsor: Nathan D

Instant Telegram

God's telegram
aurora appears suddenly
divine interpretation needed

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