Best Thoughts Contest Poems
It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Even though I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
How could I not ponder on this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.
It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.
Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015
Inspired by the following quote: "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." — Helen Keller
Why am I crying now; there must be a reason
Is there something my conscious mind’s trying to hide
Or could it simply be this humid, warm season
The torment of seeking answers can’t be denied
There are days when I wake with a smile on my face
Grateful for many blessings that have been bestowed
But after nightmares, I feel I’ve fallen from grace
Anomalies exist in my genetic code
Like my Mom, I struggle to break from depression
Never understanding why feelings overwhelm
Perhaps I pay for a forgotten transgression
Is it a smile or a frown today at the helm
Sometimes I have tendencies to internalize
But the causes of these I cannot analyze
*Written March 14, 2015, for Sara’s “A Penny for your Thoughts” contest.
I've worked with children all my days,
The things they say sure do amaze.
"How did the baby get in you?
Will it come out with your poo?"
"You'll need much more loo paper than me,
Your bottom is so big you see."
"Why's that man got a towel* on his head,
Has he just got out the shower?" she said.
"Granny's got a prickly chin,
When she kisses it hurts my skin."
"When I'm grown up how will I know
To talk like you." she said in woe.
In the garden she did appear,
A sanitary towel to her head adhered.
"You said they're for headaches." she said with pride.
Oh my goodness how I cried.
On a visit to the beach,
"Not that sandpit." she did beseech.
"Oh no the bridge has got a leak."
When she saw a puddle underneath.
"I banged my head." she did shout,
"All my little thoughts will come out."
Oh children, children I do decree,
That life is fun when you are three.
* turban
For Three Year Old Thoughts Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
River ever flowing
‘fore Gillette’s “Seventh Sister”
nature's beauty thrives
scenic view sparks thoughts
stone castle amid the trees
represents my life
A cool winter day
exhaling yesteryear's dreams
future seems unclear
Note: William Gillette's estate, called Seventh Sister, was built in 1914.
Connecticut's government took over the property in 1943 and it was
added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1986.
For Michael’s “Your Thoughts” contest,
by Carolyn Devonshire
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Rock walls jagged edges
Beauty protection question
Where do all roads lead
Imagine Lennon
Performing on Mosaic
Central park design
Poet's deep deep thoughts
Dreamer living for moment
Moments_yesterday
Contest:"Your Thoughts" contest
Sponsor:Michael J. Falotico
Written by:Sara Kendrick
Good morning Mommy and Dad
Today I will try not to be bad
I don't know what I want to eat
No! Not that cereal. It's not sweet
Mommy, I don't wanna sit on the baby pot
How come you don't have what Dad I and got
I need a lot more track to play with my train
Mommy, why can't I go out and play in the rain
Why does the cat always run away from me
I didn't mean to pull out her hair, not really.
I need to fix my bike with Daddy's tool
Addy is my favorite girlfriend at school
I don't know why I got into trouble
I just poured out my bottle of bubbles
I'm NOT a baby. I'm big 'cause I'm three
I gotta go to the potty and make pee pee
No. It's not my bath time yet.
I don't know when it is. I forget
But Daddy, I don't want to go to sleep
I can only count as high as ten sheep
I want the pajamas with Lightning McQueen
He's the fastest race car I ever seen
Daddy, read me a story then leave on the light
I love you, Mommy and Daddy. Good night
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June 24th, 2017
Three Year Old Thoughts Contest
By: Brenda Chiri
Dark poetry, slams and vague imagery
Is there something you're trying to tell me?
Poems with messages appeal
Can you write to make me feel?
Share your deep thoughts and allow me to see
Disconnected images confuse
And when the English language is abused
I read no more, turn away
Seek verse with something to say
Writes with clear meanings that aren't obtuse
There's so much talent on Poetry Soup
And never have I found a finer group
But no comments I'll impart
If you're not creating art
Make me think, feel, or I'll fly from your coop
Written for the "Reader's Thoughts" contest
Magnificent stone
Surrounds me in mystique here
I am overwhelmed
Water has spilled here
Lavishing the brilliant stone
Smiling as I watch
Contemplative soul
Filled with natures gifts to me
I will not grow old
Written by R.M. Hunt a.k.a Robert Matthew Hunt for
"Your Thoughts" contest
Won 1st place:D
blessed with yellow beak
a dark colored queen parade
in sweet scents of life
jealousy soaks mates
as her white neck bracelet
seduce surrounding
at the peeps of dawn
she sings suiting serenade
to her nesting kids
she flies and perches
beneath duty-poised sunshine
hunting for her kids
while at cold-veiled nights
she wing-secures her sweet kids
as silent murmurs
01/08/2011
Written in honor of John Freeman's photo. For "pure thoughts contest"
I just love to watch Dateline
And Forty-Eight Hours Mystery…
I often scream at my television
‘How stupid can someone be?’
Their internet searches are careless
Looking up such truly awful things
‘The best way to strangle someone’
‘murder 4 hire’; braggin’ bout their flings!
Cell phone pings surely don’t lie
Rental car records-easy to trace
Tire impressions and fingerprints
Idiots leave DNA all over the place!
Then there are the ones who crack
Confessing at the station
They should have shut their trap
Plead the fifth, interrogation cessation
I’ve strategized about what I'd do...
Lie in wait behind a bush?
Use Poison? Peaceful smothering?
Or maybe a little cliffside push?
Most killers are foolish, careless
As they bid their freedom ‘adieu’
I am far more calculating, clever
Smart enough to not tell you!
Written by: Natalie Flikkema
For Susan’s ‘Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts’ Contest
***Now if you’ll excuse me…I’ve got to go ignite my hard drive :) ****
When I went to bed that night I didn't feel quite right
Tossed and turned, tried to sleep with all my might
I thought the upset might be from the cookie dough I ate
Baking chocolate chip cookies until well after eight
Finally I fell into a very deep and troubled sleep
From my subconscious crazy thoughts began to creep
In the kitchen a huge and terrifying cookie burglar stood
Stuffing in his mouth as many cookies as he could
Crumbs were scattered on the floor and everywhere
Fury burst inside me and I started to cuss and swear
I grabbed an old curtain rod and bopped him on the head
And much to my surprise-.that cookie monster fell down dead
About that time I awoke with a loud and frantic scream
Thank goodness, the whole thing was just a silly dream
I really don't think I could ever murder any one at all
But that old curtain rod is standing there against the wall....
You Never Know......................
All in fun for the Murderous Thoughts Contest
Part of this is true..I did dream of the Cookie Monster
Barbara Gorelick
I scan the sky and wonder if
The stories can be true,
That aliens are coming here,
Encountered by a few.
My mind begins to ponder stuff,
Like vampires, ghouls and ghosts;
Do people really see those things,
Or are they idle boasts?
I think about the kiss we shared;
The way she held my hand.
I’m scared of getting hurt again,
But will she understand?
"I believe in true love. But my opinion is tainted, because I also believe in Bigfoot, aliens, and in the existence of honest politicians."
Jarod Kintz
For Sara’s A Penny for your Thoughts contest
Nobody’s made me out a fool
Like three year olds in Sunday School.
One day I thought I’d sound real wise
And asked, “Who here likes butterflies?”
All hands shot quickly to the sky,
“I saw a yellow butterfly!”
“They eat the nectar from the flowers.”
These kids, I swear, had super powers!
“Bees turn nectar into honey,
The bee guy sells it for his money!”
“My cousin’s mom got stung last week!”
“But honey’s good, its really sweet!”
“Chocolate’s sweet, it causes wrecks!”
“Mama says its better than sex!”
“Six is my favorite number today!
Today’s my cousin’s sixth birthday!”
Like butterflies from flower to flower
Their comments wandered for an hour
From butterflies and honey bees
To birds and squirrels in the trees.
Then Airplanes, clouds and astronauts.
“And ants live in the parking lot!”
I’ve been to college; three degrees!
Sometimes I wish that I were three.
July 7, 2017
For the “Three year olds thoughts” Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
A thief who steals the thoughts of others never increases his wisdom.
Barry Stebbings
12/27/2019
For 'A thief who steals your thoughts' contest
By Bobby May
You stole my THOUGHTS, but all for naught, as first i DO --
Ha, ha! Joke's on you
December 26, 2019
A Thief who Steals your Thoughts contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
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