Best Tier Poems
Golden light appears in tier after tier
As if Mother Nature were on a spree
Fall's magical splendor each passing year
Transforming the colors of every tree
Colors she chooses are all warmer hues
Flaxen yellow, marmalades and pure reds
Old russet and bright chartreuse to confuse
Over dark forest floors boldly she spreads
Is it winter coming she would deter?
His icy breath blusters as winds blow cold
As in years before — Autumn must demur
Silently wearing her golden blindfold
Like drifting leaves that fall by the roadway
We'll return to life some wonderful day
Categories:
tier, autumn, change, color, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Visions, above fluffy white clouds,
I would have as a bird,
And spy upon the fairy crowds
That frolic among stately pines.
Eat milk, cheese and honey,
Fly round elves and the Queen that shines.
On to the beach littered with tents
Oh if I were a bird,
Follow games and summer events.
Love children playing in the cove,
Bring on spades and red pails
Build fine sand castles in a grove.
Back to the hills to croon again.
Oh if I were a bird,
I'll join my friends sing on the plain.
A choir of melodious song.
A lyric of grosbeak,
Thrushes, robins, we'll sing for long.
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18 October 2020~
Writing Challenge - Tercets - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placed 2nd tier
Categories:
tier, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Lessons of Autumn
Summaries of schooling
— lessons upon lessons guiding
Thoughts in class after class…as bells ring…
Volumes to consider about ways of interpreting…
As the world takes Life on a continuous spin
— round and around — outside and within —
Orbits, tides, seasons, moods, visions…
Lessons taught that Winter is The Dead or Hibernating;
Spring is Re-birth; Summer is The Growing;
And Autumn? Well, students were asked to see
— symbollically, spiritually, scientifically —
That Autumn is the season of Dying, of Leaving.
Autumn, the antithesis of Spring;
Autumn, the harvesting, the taking away
from the earth Spring’s born and
Summer’s grown.
Autumn is the drying, wilting, wrinkling;
The changing from acting to waiting…
And ending.
But, in Autumn, Mother Nature displays
Some greater lessons using God’s deeper palette:
To layer by layer paint, and year by year present
How Autumn’s weeks pass on
Gifting the hemispheres with her splendors
In a glorious prelude to turning with life,
Tier upon tier, into a new year.
All around, Autumn transforms the landscape
From too monochrome into blended tones
Of copper…and red…and yellow aside goldened greens
That shiver before the backing blankets
of violet horizons;
And often the trees for awhile, may even
lean in together to endure
The colder winds and rains pattering.
~ When sweeping Autumn begins,
Leaf by leaf breaks off from branches and twigs…
And, by design created, floats down,
Each laying on a palm of air, to soften
The fall ~
The living in nature all have their seasons…As we
Too, grow on the many branching pathways of our own,
Hopefully learning the value and beauty
In the circling of all time’s teaching seasons…
As each and every leaf sways, wafts, flutters, twirls,
Slowly waltzing down to the waiting earth,
To lay there, with such vibrant color,
Over the dust that made us.
Autumn always,
is time’s heavy curtain,
Taking its cue to fall…
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(c) sally young eslinger 10/2023
Categories:
tier, autumn, change, color, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Aroused by denial,
Disturbing thoughts prevail,
Wishing reprisal,
Hostility unveiled.
Sharpened words uncover
The mask in place.
Extreme emotions hover,
Seen in your face.
Venom grows inside,
Feeding the fire,
Where poison resides,
In the skeptic’s lair
Categories:
tier, angst, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
And now, it's here- that day, austere,
when from your lives, I leave with drear,
these words I share with love- sincere,
for you, my lifetime, to revere.
Dear husband, try to persevere-
our hearts stay joined by Cupid's spear.
Hold close our memories, with cheer;
embrace, with love, each yesteryear.
My children, these last words appear
with strength; my love for you, right here
and from Beyond, remains, premiere;
I, part of you- shan't disappear.
Grandchildren five, how I endear
your special love- from far or near.
Through me, you came, another tier;
remember me- your pioneer.
Safeguard my paintings, for it's clear
they are my talent's souvenir.
What you can't keep, then volunteer
to nursing homes for atmosphere.
My poetry, please read, adhere
how love for words did engineer
some beauty, wisdom that may steer
your thoughts to form a peaceful sphere.
And, now I go- please have no fear;
from up above Earth's stratosphere,
where angels glide with wings so sheer-
I'll love you from Beyond's Frontier.
Categories:
tier, death, farewell, love,
Form:
Monorhyme
God's mercy and love raised you to this tier,
Amid the party of graduates assembled here.
So, think not of self more highly than you ought,
For it is the Lord's grace that kept you unfraught.
Try not to conform to the actions of this world,
But let your minds be renewed by this conferral.
Wisely put The Lord's perfect will to the test,
And hold fast to what your heart knows is best.
Honor one another above self and guard your faith;
Love what you deem sincere and leave evil to scathe.
Share with each other in need and keep hopes high,
Be humanly hospitable and let your service edify.
Seek not to do evil to repay a slight,
For integrity is the practice of being right.
Let peace be your goal when dealing with others;
We please the Lord by being sisters and brothers
Categories:
tier, education, graduation, inspirational, integrity,
Form:
Couplet
......................................Sadly I heard my mother Groan
Look how tall my son has Grown
Poor little lamb what have you Heard?
Is the big bad wolf hiding in the Herd?
Now come and see the most amazing Feat
I will walk on my hands instead of my Feet
At the ball game sitting on the third Tier
The TWINS LOSE I shed a joyful Tear
Yesterday I had a dream, a dream so Real
Caught a Six pound trout with a Zebco Reel
Inspired by a comment on “Hodgepodge POETRY”
Dedicated To Raul Moreno
Give it a try my POETIC Friend
Categories:
tier, fantasy, funny
Form:
Free verse
He was known to be a carefree dandy
Once he got boozed up with brandy
Driving his new car
He felt flying in the air
He wailed, “The brake doesn’t come handy”
Because of over speed, broke the car’s tier
Hit it on a tree with a thud severe
Some people came running
They saw him screaming
In pain, he was springing in the air!
He was lifted up in an ambulance,
With scars all over his countenance.
Some accompanied him
Inside it was quite grim
He was kept under careful observance
Slowly he showed signs of improvement
On limp legs, there were signs of movement
When steadied in health,
Was sad on ill gotten wealth.
On wheels, resolved not to be negligent.
March.2.2022
Tall Tale 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
Categories:
tier, car, care, drink,
Form:
Limerick
True love is kind-
a gift to find;
with take and give-
at ease, two live.
Four eyes must see;
four ears set free
to hear and know
each joy and woe.
On open page,
both sort and gage
what ways are best
to meet the test.
To put self last
may seem too vast;
but lets both gear
to earn top tier.
True love must send
firm sign to fend
fear it will sway-
and melt away.
With mind and soul
love wins the goal;
when it is true-
will bind like glue.
Categories:
tier, inspirational, love, motivation, tribute,
Form:
Couplet
The smell of fresh baked bread
Knowing the hungry are fed
Sculpting an ice block into a swan
Crying profusely when it is gone
The different pastry tips to decorate,
A seven tier cake for a bride's new mate
The flambe flaring in the saucier's pan
The joy inside,from a customer's extended hand
A look of awe upon a new student's face
When she asks sincerely, how to keep up the pace
Teaching to cook completely from scratch
The proofs in the homemade Yorkshire Pudding: that opening cans, can not match
Dedicated to James Marshall Goff ( Jimbo )
Categories:
tier, education, food,
Form:
List
INTO THE LIGHT: SAFE HAVEN, 1944
“And you that shall cross from shore to shore…are more
to me and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.”
Walt Whitman, “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”
Thank God for you, Henry Gibbins, ship of dreams
laden with bedraggled brethren
dark and fair, tall and short, all frail-boned
and gaunt, each and every one a survivor reborn
in the wake of conscience.
Blessed, their leader, Ruth Gruber; praised, her leader,
Franklin D. Roosevelt; and you, Captain Korn
— commanding officer extraordinaire —
your kind face and outstretched arms,
the ship’s crew — their smiling faces, helpful hands;
the stalwart bulk and hallowed halls, sky-crowned decks
surrounded by sea-speckled rail —
far cry from barbed wire.
Joy, the glistening white toilets;
divine, clean fresh air that fills sunken chests, lungs
ashen from the fires of Auschwitz-Birkenau, Bergen-Belsen,
Buchenwald, Dachau, Treblinka…
And you, buoyant sea, revered for strong currents and
changing tides; and you, gulls that glide the breeze,
assuaging wounded spirit.
“Are you America?”
And you, huge dining hall bejeweled with vegetables,
cornucopia of meats, kaleidoscope of sweets
that swell shrunken bellies, smooth withered souls;
the soft pillows and ample blankets nestled in tier after tier
of bunks, the nightmares you help smother,
sweet dreams you set in motion;
talent shows, chess tournaments, movies, musicales.
“Are you America?”
“Yes, you are America — my America!
Land of the free, home of the brave!
Categories:
tier, celebration, holocaust, remember, voyage,
Form:
Verse
In the fifties, just a lad
Cheering locals with me Dad
2nd tier, watch 'em play,
Mannion, Peacock, Clough and Day
Swinging 60s, working man
Got the fever, diehard fan,
3rd division, hear the moans,
Fernie, Irvine, Gibson, Jones
70s and flying high
Set 'em free and watch 'em fly
Goals galore and endless thrills,
Souness, Maddren, Boam and Mills
80s now, heartache, gloom
Dying dreams, impending doom,
Bright young lads dispel those cares
Parky, Mowbray, Cooper, Pears
Nineties riches all around
World class players, brand new ground
Things get better, things get worse,
Boksic, Rava, Juno, Merse
Noughties came we won a cup
Sadly down then followed up
Prognosis not looking good,
Southgate, Alves, Mido, Flood
Banners out now Aitor's here,
Time for hope and time for cheer
Hopeful how this one will end
Nugent, Clayton, Downing, Friend
Got it done, got it right,
With the big boys, the top flight,
Staying strong, see this through,
Gaston, Gibbo, Fabio, N'sue.
Paid me dues, done the miles,
Shed the tears, worn the smiles
Shook me 'ead in despair, praise
Times I've had on BORO DAYS.
Categories:
tier, angst, beauty,
Form:
Ballade
Problems in the mirror may be further than they appear
Don’t fear when they’re near, they’ll soon disappear
help is here, let me give your mind a steer
I’ma just keep writin’ until it all appears clear
coming to you live from the heart, no veneer here
closing in on 10,000 hours quick, nothing will interfere
I’ll turn these words to a career, this is only the first tier
found what I love, don’t care about 0’s at the cashier
You're wasting your time if you wouldn’t do it as a volunteer
Please don’t call me a poet, call me a word engineer
Haha, I can joke too, not all my poems are severe jeers
Stop while you’re ahead though, bout to shift into next gear
Pay attention, learn more in a poem than an academic year
Spare the sneer, wont quit til I sear all that you adhere
Persevere, attackin’ ya from the front both sides and the rear
Steer clear, don’t need no one’s cheer, you cohere?
Probably bust a drum if I spoke this, cauliflower ear
You don’t have to like me, but I bet you will revere
Change my name to Paul, inform you bout the brigadiers
See what I did there? Re-read those past 2 if it’s unclear
My minds my weapon, unlimited ammo, bandolier
Fully automatic, spraying bullets at everything insincere
Blowing up everything you thought you knew, bombardier
You got tunnel vision, widen your view, belvedere
This flow is delicate, elegant, like a chandelier
This flow leave ya weak in the legs like a baby deer
This flow has many sides and it’s well rounded like a sphere
A pioneer on the frontier, might stop and shed 1 tear
They say a writer never dies, guess this is a souvenir
Catch me down under drinkin' a Bundaberg ginger beer
This poems a joke, obscene, call me Edward Lear
Categories:
tier, dedication, funny, humor, hyperbole,
Form:
Rhyme
Sadly I heard my mother Groan
Look how tall my son has Grown
Poor little lamb what have you Heard?
Is the big bad wolf hiding in the Herd?
Now come and see the most amazing Feat
I will walk on my hands instead of my Feet
At the ball game sitting on the third Tier
The TWINS LOSE I shed a joyful Tear
Yesterday I had a dream, a dream so Real
Caught a Six pound trout with a Zebco Reel
Inspired by a comment on “Hodgepodge POETRY”
Dedicated To Raul Moreno
Give it a try my POETIC Friend
Categories:
tier, funny, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
This is my Homophone contest submission
Ewe No A Lyre
their once was a man with a bore
who worked down at the local bizarre
the bore eight corn colonels four lunch
and blew genes whir awl the man war
owe the bore eight serial two
from a plait unlike me oar ewe
we wood knead a bowl and a spoon
ore a mop wood bee totally due
won fine weak day mourn wile working
he brood tee four the men who maid toys
making tee and giving assistants
was that witch maid the mane men
his buoys
his gnu fame was nice
and it urned hymn
a day too lien back and relax
sow he went strait too his sweet
and wile still on his feat
he eight mince, mustered, pees and bare meet
at work he aloud his ant two chute bawl
butt four know obvious reason at awl
she through bred and plumb pi at
the goal
he chaste her aweigh
butt owe my he felt sow bad
sew he cent her to scents and a flour
and aloud her two come back inn an our
the gilt she felt
brought her pane
four she new she ode hymn sew much
she gathered her teem just inn thyme
two sing thank ewe sow very much.
win he herd the whey
they whir singing
it brought a tier too his I
he ran too the gait
two waive wildly
wile screaming a hi pitched buy by.
by Rochelle Harris
Categories:
tier, confusion, humor, imagination, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme