Best Telling Poems
Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till its time to begin
Dancing in puddles now filled up with laughter
Running through traffic as cars speed away
Searching for words in the headlines of morning
Writing of moons and the stars on display
Collecting my thoughts when I think I will never
Painting a smile on a rusted front door
Lifting a rock just to see what is under
Shopping for clothes in a grocery store
Looking through openings cut in the carpet
Reaching atop lonely sycamore trees
Juggling penguins, now where did that come from
Asking a bird what it knows about bees
Planting a bush in the depths of the ocean
Baking a cake in a rooftop design
Sweating the small when the big stuff does happen
Thinking of beer when I’d rather have wine
Wearing a frown in the moments I’m happy
Pushing a cart with a wobbly wheel
Lurking in shadows that form on the sunset
Dreaming of things that are hopefully real
Finding that all I have written is nonsense
All of the verses above will now show
When all I wanted to say was I love you
Like in these stanzas I’ve written below
Penning a poem to say what I’m feeling
Wishing the phrases will reach to your heart
Sending you hints of my steadfast devotion
Scribbling fonts that we never shall part
All that I am is now all that you make me
There is no one that this man could love more
You are the girl that I’ve wanted forever
Eternally you’ll be the one I adore
So there you have it, quite crazy but true
Poetic ramblings from deep in my mind
Where it is light with some dark in the corners
There is no telling the things you might find
11/03/19
The reason I think this poem is Trophy Worthy is it is one of my favorite poems, because it is me. A good amount of fun and nonsense and a lot of beautiful love which is what fuels my pen. I believe my cadence and rhymes are very good and it was a fun poem to write. I think those who read it really enjoyed it because it made them smile and that is usually my goal when writing poetry.
When I was little I thought the older a person was, the more brain cells you grew.
Thus, older people are smarter than little people.
That thought was long gone by the time I was four or five.
At eight I was so confused by big hand and little hand on the clock, I thought I would lose my mind.
Big hand to me was little hand, because the big hand they were talking about was the thin longer hand.
Thinner to me meant little, not big.
The thick hand they were calling little hand actually should have been referred to as short hand, but it
Was not. To the big people it was little hand. To me it was big hand because it was the fattest hand.
I did not know how to tell time for about a hundred years, because it did not make sense!
I could not get it, so of course, this was the unit I was elected to teach when I was a student teacher.
And for those of you who like math, do you understand a bit more why the word math strikes terror in my soul?
Big hand. Little hand. Good golly, Miss Molly.
If they had only used short hand, and long hand I would have immediately understood
Because I KNEW words.
Not math, not telling time, not numbers, but I did know words.
Teaching me to tell time would have been insanely simple, if the right words could have been used!
Why did they not understand what I was trying to figure out?
Because they did not LISTEN to me.
I was a child, after all.
A child who knows her words.
Big hand for long hand?
Long hand for big hand?
Everyone was too busy shaking their head and telling me ‘no’ to realize what I was saying.
Listen people, listen, because your children are smarter than you know, and they are
Trying to talk.
Love, joy and peace
three virtues, over-simplified,
three fairly well-understood character traits
desired by friends, rejected by very few
who live in community with others.
Patience, goodness, kindness
Patience, I readily admit is my own Achilles’ heel.
Goodness and kindness seem to overlap.
And yet I have come to understand that they are world’s apart.
Being kind, I might hesitate to mention your blatant shortcomings,
those faults which would hurt your feelings and separate us.
Being good, I am obligated to make you aware
of wrongdoings that weaken your purpose and cause others
to mistrust and ignore you.
Goodness goes that extra mile.
Friends can tell friends the truth even if it hurts
in the hope of making a better friend.
Faithfulness, gentleness, self-control
the last of the nine qualities which folks consider
in developing spiritual relationships.
Gentleness coincides with kindness and goodness,
for there is a way in which the truth can be told
with the intent of a stronger friendship.
Gentleness I relate to humility, and if I
see you my friend headed for that lonely place of
no return, I feel duty-bound to share with you
any error I see that can be rectified.
Through self-control, I can rest at night knowing that
there are NO secrets between you and me that
I would regret if you died tomorrow
and I knew I had not told you the truth.
July 14, 2013
Contest: International Friendship Day, August 7th 2022
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
In a blue morning sky
I watched her going
As she turned to say goodbye
Her strawberry auburn hair still blowing
In this heart deep inside
Inside her smile....
Where her love shall reside
These tears not knowing
That our time in this place
A place that left us
With a rose petal trace....
While seasons passed by
Now alone, to fade away
Her strawberry auburn hair still blowing
Across her dark chocolate eyes
Her spirit going....
And I can't find a verse
To say I'm sorry
For this chance unrehearsed
Where beauty found us
In the still of the night....
When words were whispered
From two souls that collide
But now their parting
These dreams....
In a black darkened hearse
That calendars carried
To this day in reverse
No way of knowing
While she turns back again
Her driver waiting....
As I then drop my hand
And watch her going
On the breeze that brought her here
Her beauty leaving
Water marks upon this heart
Which let her walk on....
Before these tear brim filled skies
These eyes which held her
In the still loving nights
Where flowers blossomed
This song deep inside
Two souls colliding....
On a path drawn for life
A life now fading
With these dreams that we shared
That see her going
Before she turns to say goodbye
Afore this knowing....
Dark shadowed sky
Her beauty lingers
As I then sweep these eyes
Inside her smiles
Now frozen tears....
I watch her leaving
While we both, wave goodbye
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No way of telling?
Along rails of ambivalent dreams,
Bittersweet yet luscious flashbacks
Take me back to my friend, the tactile moon – a
Quiescent basin of grace and alchemy: we would utter
And laugh about legends quite arcane from books
Chipped from eve’s daily flamboyant story – telling rites…
As willows stoop like night’s immolation for more
Replays of drama, our guiding star acts as an intercessor
For excuses to prolong near dusk's trail in our former home--
This quintessence of a young spirit’s hunger to journey
Far across moon-friend’s range in an endless, mythical glide!
11.15.16
Ten word challenge -2 for John Hamilton
Telling Tales
Very telling
truth buried in lies
hate disguised as love
weeds strangling flowers
corrupt gardeners
singing the devils last song
virgins bloom all white
raped by old men
an old ways
open your mind go with your heart and soul and be a story worth telling
life begins at the edge so step into your fear and just let go (I can and I will)
inspire to be inspired if your dream is not scary it is not amazing enough
a challenge can change you in unfathomable ways never give up (never)
find your purpose in life and happiness will be your reward change rejected
into re-directed inspire to be inspired think beyond yourself always
and let your dreams make you great be your own wonderful inspiration
life is like a garden plant it water it well and it will grow strong and healthy
don't be afraid to fall or to fail (to be not perfect) pick up all the shattered
pieces (put the puzzle back together) sometimes the wrong choice is right . . .
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September 16, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/be a story worth telling
Copyright Protected, ID 15-710-015-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, 10 lines or less,
sponsor, Rob Carmack
Fifth Place
I keep telling my father, sure dad I'l be better, I'll get my life together.
He looks at me with a desparte face, "Okay my little one"
I keep telling my father I'll get my life together.
I don't mean to hurt him.... I really mean what I say,
I just get cought up in my old ways!!!
I don't want to be this way.
So I'm saying this prayer for the first time today,
Father in heaven, wash away the years and tears I
flew by in just a couple of days.
I love you Lord . Keep me in your arms forever and a day!
Girl you treat me bad and dont give it a second thought.
Run around on me with every other man.
look so fine with new clothes for you I bought.
You just say there friends larry Frank Corey.
You say it's all in my head.
But I know your telling me a story.
He's got money he's gotta fancy car.
But when thoose looks fade darlin.
Thoose boy's wont even remember who you are.
I guess im a fool some call me your clown.
Cause every other night I'm sharing you with every man in this
town.
I crumble at the tales of others backseat glory.
You just say it's lies .
But your just telling a story.
Down at the bar where I drown my pain
Others laugh behind my back.
Say that old boy has gone insane.
The fool to weak to see the forrest for the trees.
A broken heart tired from always wondering .
A voice gone hoarse from always begging please.
You played to long with a man named Rick.
But forgot about his wife lorrie.
She shot ya both.
And put the final chapter to your tellin of a jaded story.
Restless clouds hide
the sun and stars
as I drive alone.
A voice on the radio
asks what is important
now. My bones ache
and I embrace my dreams
as clouds pass overhead.
The voice talks about visions
of children as their lives lie
ahead, but I am older.
The tires on my car sing
as I embrace the moment,
but memories find their way
back to me and sit by my side.
I see the many faces of love.
I still hear their voices
the conversations, feeling the warmth
of every stolen moment
in the corner of a room.
The radio talks about time
about how it passes but is never lost.
The small town on The Mississippi
awakens with a whisper
and the river always flows.
The sun breaks through clouds
and glistens upon waters as they stir—
a revelation.
Every day I’m learning
to live again.
How do I tell her?
There is no way for sure
She deserves to know
Here I go
"I need to tell you something..."
I let those words ring
This has to be the day
"I don't know how to say-"
'Say that you love me?
Say that we were meant to be?
That when you hear my name your heart flutters
That when you try to talk to me all that comes out is stutters?'
'Say that when you see me I glow?
That to me you just can't say no?
Say that I make your head spin round and round
Say that I make you feel like your floating above the ground?
'Say that you dream about me all the time
You were waiting for me to give you some sort of sign
Say that we should be together
That you want me forever and ever?'
I sat there and stared how did she know?
This is not how I wanted it to go
I bet she'll never love me back
"How did you know all of that?"
'Because I love you
And all that I said was true for me too
And now that I know we were made for each other
I shall never love another...'
They become your friend
They take your side
But from the abuse
You cannot hide
Slowly at first
To make you a friend
One he feels he can depend
In your mind you’re crying for help
But each time,no matter what you are alone
When he is done, he feels no disgrace
A feeling confidence, that can’t be erased
He knows you won’t tell
He took his time to be sure
You live in a secret shame
You’re no longer pure
But he said that he loved me
That I was his special one
That he was rewarding me
For something I’d done
As an adult, my life is messed up
I feel that I, may someday erupt
Every aspect of my life is full of pain
If there’s a heaven, may he pay for his shame!!
Prism
multi, colored
infinity, internally, spinning
Located in the pituitary gland
masterly, universally, implanted
seeing, freeing
prison
This saying is simply divine
“You shouldn’t cast pearls before swine”
Some think they are cool
Then break ev’ry rule
Folk cheating are no friends of mine!
'Porkie Pies' is cockney rhyming slang for lies
11-02-17
There is no truce for Hamas, these terrorist murderers not only kill Israelis,
but allow their Palestine citizens, men, women, and completely innocent
children to be slaughtered as shields for their insane and cowardly cause, I hope
they (HAMAS) and other terrorist groups are all blown to HELL! Then maybe we
can finally end WAR!