Best Turn Over A New Leaf Poems
New Year’s Eve,
resolution made.
New diet,
I’ll try it!
Must turn over a new leaf
when the spring arrives.
Fictional write for contest - I never make resolutions and have never been on a diet!
Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 Syllables checked using How Many Syllables
Contest New beginnings
Sponsor Kim Merryman
12~31~15
O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are
You've emerged for a million different reasons
many of which only the shedder knows
for you've emerged in all seasons.
The season of sadness or reason of joy
the tears of grief and the tears of joy
You and your unalloyed saline taste
thou art' but an emotional waste.
O'Salty tear each time you drop into oblivion
why not vanish away with your shedder's grief?
I tell you O' tear if you're to take my opinion
oughtn't you grant your shedder full relief?
Ah but thou art' a ceaseless ocean in reserve and store
No one can be sure, he'll cry no more
When you trickle down those sad upturned lips
we know destiny perhaps made those painful slips!
You are the raindrops of a grief-clouded heart
You do emerge when two lovers have to part
Help your shedder turn over a new leaf
so you're associated less with grief.
I've watched many a jilted lover
weep all alone by the sea-side most sorrowfully
and watched tears glide down noses or pince-nez
as their salty tears merged into the salty sea.
O' Salty tear but it's time you learnt to wash away
all and any poignancy from your shedder's heart
and be such a buddy who never wishes to meet again
the tearful shedder from whom you depart!
Would an ocean form created by ditched lovers
if someone collected their fallen tears?
My New Year Resolutions for twenty-twenty three
will find me writing more limericks, and I foresee
poems of a gentle nature and none about grief,
for I vow this year I'm going to turn over a new leaf
by not playing tit for tat games with a trivial motif.
No longer will I read poems by anyone contentious,
those who find my opinions sundry or dissentious.
I promise to give more comments to those deserving
and when on the road to animosity I'll be swerving.
I'll find a positive crumb in what others say and think
even if they say my poems are a waste of printing ink.
I'll seek a silver lining when negativity hovers over me
and add smiles to cups of soup to sweeten the recipe.
I'll spend more time writing aural music for my lyrics
without paying attention to the naysayers or critics.
Writing is a sentimental journey traversed by the heart.
Where it leads a composer or poet, is their work of art.
I will find the time to celebrate life with lively dances.
Some may laugh and mock me, but I'll take my chances
and they might join me in having fun. In fact, I'd insist!
There may be a few more resolutions to add to my list.
I'd better print a copy and keep it on my kitchen fridge
or I might be tempted to cheat a bit. Well, just a smidge
when reaching for a snack, as I 've been known to do...
and break a resolution I swear to keep, or maybe a few.
December 14, 2022
Resolutions for 2023 Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
"It is so easy to make resolutions, but to keep them is an uphill task"~ By Poet
We take new resolutions on each New Year’s Day,
But never seriously stick to them and success ebbs away.
I am no exception and like many, I must sincerely admit
That I may break my resolutions, but will never feel guilty a bit
First of all, I won’t make resolves that would hamper my day.
In most things, I wish to have my own personal way.
But to good propositions I am open and never shall be deaf.
As all wish, when the year ends, I want to turn over a new leaf.
With novel schemes, I don’t want to be an exponent,
But I will not sit back like a couch potato and be my own opponent.
When someone provokes me with words and actions rude,
I wish to stay calm, but excuse me if I blurt out a little crude.
I will try to do as much as I can, for time ticks away,
Won't wait for the last minute, which I feel is the right way.
Try to adapt to surroundings and move as quick as a wren.
Ramble through my garden and enjoy flowers now and then.
Spend more time with nature watching little objects and scenes.
Wander into meadows to get lost in the charm of sprawling greens.
Carry a walking stick, that at my age, even a small fall
Can break my brittle bones and into serious damage it can haul.
Though I don’t hope to be a body builder at my age
Will exercise daily, not with hopes of retracing my steps to teenage.
Once I was in good shape and had an hour glass figure
Though can't retain it, careful, from the mirror not to have a scare
Now with so much said, don’t ask me If I could keep my resolutions live
At the end of the year, if I am fortunate to stay sane and alive!
Rock * paper * scissors
G.I.-Joe is all covered in snow.
Lucky Jane cut a metal show.
One- two- three-
The same game as me!
Who's that tie breaker, John doe?
Shelter me with paper above.
Rocks of salvation with love.
Blessing from heaven
Is it 12 disciples or eleven?
Scissors I'm dreaming of~
Rocks bring to much grief
Turn over a new leaf
I found a new plan
Hold the paper in your hand
Find the page of belief.
` ~SKAT~
I really believe poetry contests are beneficial
But I find myself writing lines so artificial
Trying to win a fleeting notice or score a trophy
That I lose sight of writing good, quality poetry.
Various requirements sometimes put me off
I think I’d rather be on the links playing golf
Instead of spending hours cramping my style
Writing a poem that might only bring a smile.
I desire to write some memorable, quality lines
Not limited to theme, or odd-prompt, confines
And think I’ve written something that will last
Even coveting a rare place with greats of the past.
Of course, I know the best wrote some apologies
That only a few of their poems made anthologies
Many never read until the poet was long gone
We never saw those poems meriting only a yawn.
So, I’m going to turn over a new leaf and see
If writing poems I like makes for a happier me
Entering only contests accepting the poems I write
Instead of writing poems a “sponsor” will cite.
written October 29, 2021
At this point in my life,
I have come to realize,
That I’ve made more mistakes,
In a few years,
Than most people make in a lifetime.
At this point in my life,
I have come to realize,
That I’ve made more wrong turns,
One after the other,
And I’m at a dead end in a one way street.
At this point in my life,
I have come to realize,
That I need a new way to live,
Turn over a new leaf,
And try a fresh way to live my life.
At this point in my life,
I have come to realize,
That I need to wake up,
Not give up,
And rise from the ashes like a phoenix.
I had always wished I could hit a magic reset button
To be able to go back in time to change the things I did wrong
There’s so many things I would have done differently
But I’ve come to a realization
Those choices have made me who I am
Strong, independent, caring and vulnerable
Who would I be if that button existed?
Would I still be me?
I’m learning that there actually is a reset button
But it’s not the kind that fixes mistakes
It fixes your state of mind
It reaches in to heal your soul
It helps you turn over a new leaf
It helps you push the toxic negativity out of your life
You learn a lesson from the mistakes of the past
You learn to let go of the pain
Only you can create this magical button
It starts by being grateful for what you have
Not mourn for what you lost
And I for one, am going to push that button
Who Said Can't- Constanza
Who said can’t breathe air of freedom?
That’s what you make your self-belief.
Your portion from life you won’t thief.
Breath to life bears many kingdoms:
For you and your treasures’ relief;
Except should your choosing are grief’s.
Life and death are ways to end-doom.
Should you want comfort midst brief,
And both to court and live you chief.
Wedlock is beyond bride and groom.
Expand life in pairs: man and beef…
Lo, your turn over a new leaf.
Warrants meek and mild on seldom.
Too humble soul, the disbelief;
But frankly, bequeaths no mischief.
Who said can’t breathe air of freedom?
Breath to life bears many kingdoms:
Life and death are ways to end-doom.
Wedlock is beyond bride and groom.
Warrants meek and mild on seldom.
A.O,5/01/2014
For: Craig Cornish's "Andrea's Inspiration, Connie's Form, Constanza" Contest.
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When I awoke, I took a breath
And then another.
I couldn’t help myself;
I think I’m addicted.
I think I’m addicted,
To air.
Just yesterday I took 22,500 breaths.
I didn’t waste any though;
I took them one at a time.
But it wasn’t always like this,
I think the habit started when I was very young.
Back then, we liked to hold our breath a lot,
Sometimes to get what we wanted;
Sometimes for the fun of it.
And when we ran around playing tag,
We had to catch our breath, a lot.
I think our breath liked to wait
Until we were done playing, before coming back.
But our problem got worse when our parents yelled,
“Go outside and get some fresh air!”
So we went out, and like the punks we were,
We went around the backside of the barn,
Which, I admit, had some really 'fresh' air.
Back there, we inhaled the stuff.
Yes, I said it. We inhaled.
We inhaled as much air as we could get.
Then we’d go inside, feeling good and all,
And as soon as we said something,
They’d yell at us again,
“You’re so full of hot air!”
Well I didn’t think that was true,
But then I realized,
When you’re addicted to air,
It turns hot. Real Hot.
When I was in high school
The addiction got worse.
It got so bad, that the kids called us
Air heads.
It was true. We got high on the stuff
Day and night.
I’m not proud of my addiction,
But I’m still alive to talk about it.
I tried joining AA;
You know, Air Anonymous,
But was kicked out
When they caught me and a friend
Outside snorting the stuff.
I tried to tell them that we both
Had a bad cold,
But it didn’t matter.
Anyways, today I’m going to try
To turn over a new leaf.
I’m not promising any miracles,
But I’m going to breath deep,
Hold it for a couple seconds,
And then exhale.
Who knows, I may be able to cut
This habit down to 18,500 breaths a day
In no time.
Summer waves goodbye, as it tip toes forward.
Autumn shadows the land, without saying a word.
The hues of fall gradually makes its appearance.
The traces of summer breeze by, saluting in reverence.
Autumn light rain covers over the splayed ground.
A gentle wind cradles the leaves falling all around.
Summer passes on by, taking the toil and the heat.
Autumn breathes in coolness, as the summer retreats.
Trees turn over a new leaf, as autumn commands.
The green plush ground fades and changes hands.
Grayish clouds appear and the sun is obscured.
Autumn abounds with mystery and full of allure.
Crossroads
You will never see them coming
Yes, the crossroads
Where you have to choose
Choose a new road to tread in
Lose what you thought could be "forever"
I don't want to turn over a new leaf
The "If" ,no ,I don't want to think about it
So I remain stuck at the junction
I auction all my better days to the sands of time
Time will tell
So I choose to live the moment
My decision?
Don't comment
How can one just get rid of so easily?
Dear Thought don't judge me
You ought to understand
Understand I'm human too
I might be sulking,
Gulping ocean waters so sour
But life playing its mind games on me,
Pass by the hour
I find myself in need of the candy too
Handy? I know the winds will be
Will push me to choose
Until then, I will live by the little strength left within
I will watch them,
The roads
Their vastness
Spreading out to the four corners of the earth
For now, I choose not to move
Charlotte and the bear came out of hibernation at exactly the same time.
The bear was irritable and hungry, and she looked tasty.
Don’t even think about it, I’ve killed bigger people than you before breakfast.
The bear hadn't a clue what she was on about, but there was definitely something weird about her.
They both headed into town.
The fishmonger recognised Charlotte from the wanted posters he had seen around town.
This didn’t faze Charlotte, as the gutting knife entered his neck.
She took a bucket of fish out and handed it to the bear.
The bear was grateful, but still left with an uneasy feeling.
Charlotte was not enamoured with the old guy driving the sports car, especially when he made sexual remarks to her.
She did like driving the car, though, and she was sure his body would be found at some point.
Charlotte couldn’t believe the police were on her tail
She headed back to the cave where the bear was napping
The manhunt had begun
They came across the cave and began to move in
Charlotte prodded the bear and told him to growl
The bear got such a fright, it scampered right out the cave into the path of the oncoming police
The officers, shocked, decided she sure as hell wasn’t in there
Charlotte was not enamoured with the choices she had made in her life and decided to turn over a new leaf and get help.
The bear hoped to hell that mad woman was gone because
the strain was really getting to him.
Charlotte agreed with the psychiatrist, electric shock treatment was definitely the way to go.
The psychiatrist sort of agreed as ten thousand volts surged through his body, killing him outright.
Charlotte left the wanted posters behind and headed for a new life in the big apple.
Hopefully, Charlotte will change and become a model citizen.
The bear hopes so too, he wasn’t really enamoured with Charlotte.
Somewhere down the road yonder
Will I find my love I wonder...
Better not to go and see;
Oft love rips your heart asunder,
Nah, I shouldn't repeat the blunder,
I'll turn tail and flee!
I once walked this very road
But endured a heavy load
in my heart of grief;
I better stick to my code
Lest my peace again erode-
Must turn over a new leaf!
I walked a long time on this earth with blinkers on my eyes
When one day suddenly I was struck by a bolt from the sky
Hey you down there what do you think of yourself?
I’m going to take away your health and your wealth
I had strutted like a peacock and preyed like a panther
On the weak and the humble and on those who did’nt matter
Down went my scrips and I went broke
My heart could’nt take it and I got a stroke
Strapped to the bed, my body turned to lead
All I could wish for was to be dead
In my anguish I cried out aloud
Oh God if possible please lift up this dark cloud
I am sorry it is to you I have caused utter grief
Please give me another chance, I’ll turn over a new leaf
God made me swallow a bitter pill indeed
To put aright all my misdeeds
But then He took away all my ills
And within me a new spirit instilled