Best Twenty Four Poems
The roses of September the first
They know the dance is almost over
Slowly the life shall bleed from the stem
Beauty shall wilt
The winds shall blow away the memories
Bagpipers four deep and six long
Shall march upon botanical grounds
In remembrance of those brave souls long ago
Stoic the march, the notes lingering in the air
Falling on the deaf ears, of the already departed
Two swords laid as the cross
Highland dances of youth,
Old photographs lieing burned in the trash
Marching forth, to old peoples applause
They march towards their own death
Overlook there, over the sea, look closer
Shall you see the dust that covers me?
Twenty four reasons to die
Yet here I am on the twenty fifth
Wishing for only one
In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....
One moment blissfully happy walking on cloud nine
Thinking life is beautiful and wonderful, oh so divine
Then something happens that fills you with despair
Feels like you have been sent to hell without a prayer
Maybe doctors tells you have some incurable disease
Up to the heavens you look, reciting desperate pleas
Or you have cancer and you must battle for your life
It is like being stabbed in the gut with an invisible knife
You find out the one you adore, no longer loves you
The life your shared together is suddenly bid adieu
Or you lose a loved one, death causes so much pain
Barely holding self together, trying not to go insane
In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....
One moment living a life filled with sorrow and strife
Questioning your fate and the purpose of your life
Then somethings happens that fills you full of hope
A glimmer of an incline instead of a downward slope
Your disease is treatable, quality of life still intact
You decide to fight with all you got, stop being attacked
Your cancer has gone into remission, life is yours once more
You promise to live each moment fully, like you never did before
A person enters your life and shows you what love truly is about
This special love will last forever, this you know without a doubt
A newborn enters your life whom you cherish and adore
The unconditional love of a child, no one could ask for more.
In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....
It's how you chose to deal with life curves is what really matters
Try to be positive and not let negative thoughts rip you into shatters
Find the courage and the strength to face each day anew
Everyone has hurdles that their trying to live through
Their is always someone that is far worse off than you
Let family and friends help hold you together like glue
Remember you matter to those that hold you dear
Have faith and hope, don't let yourself succumb in fear
Don't dwell on yesterdays sorrows, for you can't change the past
Tomorrow is beyond our control and comes without being asked
Live for today and deal with each battle as they come
For your life is the last thing you should abstain from!
Forlorn in midnights vastness
Twinkling cousins as patient companions
She covets him
Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night
Descending toward dawn
Anxious Lingering
He will come for her…
Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist
Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise
Life begins again this new day
He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light
His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face
Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love
Only for the moment before she falls away
Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance
Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk
Losing one another time and again
Forlorn within the midday skies
Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company
He yearns for her
His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day
Descending towards twilight
Restless Lingering
She will come for him…
11/17/16
He did not hit no home run, it was a grounder
How many cabinets or counters
Have some sort of white powder
Many meals cooked with flour
Familiar with the Two Towers
As well as Wario and Bowser
Head up, regardless of any times being dour
Nagivating around sharp objects that could be eye gougers
In certain waters, swim flounder
Certain individuals working as a bouncer
Or with web browsers
And many more, but I'm not going to name them all like an announcer
Some just want the money and power
She wanted exotic flowers
And a dog that was a schnauzer
Objects being restored and scoured
On a planet with unexplained mysteries and strange encounters
There is so much you can do in twenty four hours
See for yourself unless you want to be a doubter
This place by the ocean has some of the best chowder
Classic like "Wallace and Grommit in the wrong trousers"
Nocturnal hunters and night prowlers
Wolves are quite the growlers and howlers
By black holes matter being devoured
That which does not can ouster
I always like rain and thunder showers
Girl, of you I could not be prouder
I'll buy, now let's go get some sweet and sour
By: Dalton Ogletree
i am a nasty girl.
i scream.
i bite.
i cry.
i scratch.
i yell.
i pull.
but i just want to be heard.
Deserted
Desolate
Destitute
Empty
Homeless
Isolated
Lonesome
Reclusive
Solitary
Abandoned
Alone
Apart
By oneself
Companionless
Estranged
Forsaken
Godforsaken
Left
Lone
Outcast
Rejected
Renounced
Secluded
Sinking
Twenty-four black roses
Hanging around my neck
Twenty-four hangmen
Collecting on loves debt
Twenty four Memories
Twilight hours so very dour
When the demons invade both dreams and sleep
Eternity is inviting even for a second
No one knows the depths of depression
To feel the desperation, the hopeless expression
Yesterdays dreams decay inside my dark confessions
My life so bountiful, yet filled with grief
At times I smiled, for this was my cameo
Life’s drama unfolded, unto the tableau
Failures resounded, I was always the outsider
Moments of fleeting and unforgiving pleasures
Ending with thoughts that no one would treasure
Massacred emotions and bloodthirsty dreams
Obscured by the hopelessness and childish screams
Rivers of tears, birthday candles of fear
Irony would eat the cake, love never revered
Escape seemed to be as hopeless as lovers whom disagree
Suicide won the day and now the pain as all but gone away
all
the time-
in the world
Twenty four years looking for perfection
But all I’ve gotten is rejection.
Refusing to believe
I know they always deceive.
Twenty four years and my heart has been broken up
Like bubbles, sometimes, they just pump up.
My world has been crushed down
But my head has faced the town.
Twenty four years and I’m still waiting,
but now, I feel like hating.
I want to be hold
Cause I see my hopes to get old.
Twenty four years and no one has really fought
Some of them, misery have brought.
Incapable is how I feel
And It doesn’t feel real.
Twenty four years and I still wonder
Is there any thunder?
Someone who can leave everything to follow my soul
Dry my tears and give me console.
Twenty four years and I don’t know what I lack
That they always take their promises back.
Incapable of being loved
It’s not something I feel proud of.
The limb that itches
sheds its cocoon and reveals
a thin hairy leg
Faces were all aglow this Yuletide with happiness unrestrained!
With ancient carols sung by jubilant choirs we were entertained!
Good folk generously shared their love, fellowship and cheer!
Why can't we celebrate the Christmas Spirit throughout the year?
Malls and avenues were resplendent with glittering decorations.
Gracious folk included less fortunate ones in their celebrations.
Excited children visited Santa Claus, their anxieties to allay.
Why can't we foster the Christmas Spirit each and every day!
Even the dourest of "scrooges" were in a cheerful mode!
Why, even drivers were courteous to others on the road!
Pleasantries were civilly exchanged by rival politicians!
Can't we keep Christmas alive without onerous preconditions?
Kith and kin wished each other warm Yuletide regards,
Including Happy New Year greetings in their Christmas cards!
Speaking of the ensuing year, wouldn't it be great,
To keep Christmas in our hearts free of prejudice and hate!
'Twould be so very simple to keep Christmas twenty-four seven,
If we'd follow The Golden Rule espoused by that Gift from heaven!
To keep alive the Christmas Spirit as our noble goal,
It must begin in each of us flowing from our very soul!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in Sweetheart of Poetry Soup's "Christmas In July (Men's)" Contest -Jul 2010
My final curtain call has come,
The stage beckons one last bow.
I’ll die in that electric chair,
Twenty four hours from now.
So many thoughts pour through my mind,
Of Hell and eternity.
Can one so lost as I be saved
And avoid that destiny?
I can’t forget my mother’s face,
The day I was arrested
For killing that abusive cop,
an act the law detested.
The cop and I had history,
Dating back to my teen years.
And my mother never noticed,
The nights I came home in tears.
Abuse began when I was twelve,
with a shoplifting arrest.
The cop would make a choice that day,
what it was, few could have guessed.
I was cuffed and placed in his car,
Then driven out to the cape.
The next day, I reported him,
and accused the cop of rape.
But they just laughed and sent me home,
I had nowhere left to turn.
That utter sense of helplessness
Was a hard lesson to learn.
He’d pick me up from time to time,
Bogus charges were the theme,
Then drive me back out to the cape,
Where no one could hear me scream!
Obsession fill the next ten years,
The injustice would not cease.
How can a man protect himself
When abused by the police?
One night he took me to the cape,
Thinking I was easy prey.
That was the last thing he would do
Before his life slipped away.
He didn’t know I’d gotten free,
And he never saw the knife.
When he pulled me out of the car,
That was when I took his life.
I stabbed and stabbed and stabbed again,
As he bled out, in the mud.
I was captured an hour later,
Still soaked in my victim’s blood.
They said I stabbed him sixty times;
I lost track after he fell.
I hope I’ll get to stab him more
If we both end up in hell.
I await my execution,
As I try hard to forget,
How I enjoyed killing that cop,
Something I still don’t regret.
For what I put my mother through,
My heart is filled with sorrow.
And yet, her darkest day will come
At setting sun tomorrow.
For that is when I’ll know at last,
What the Lord intends for me.
It won’t be long until I learn
Where I’ll spend eternity.
Is my immortal soul the kind
That God’s Kingdom would allow?
I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough,
Twenty four hours from now.
Jesus help my family when I'm gone
O God, be merciful to my family
Bless the good I've sown
O God, be merciful to me
Spare me from the evil I've shown
O God, be merciful to me
My loves are close to my heart; my loves are close at home
O God, be merciful to my family
One more second, one more day to be known
God has been merciful to me!
For Audrey's contest themed one day left to live in the kyrielle form.
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Four
A chill-marrow scowling wind rushed up abysms of the South
Rumpled Lady Lake’s sparse dripping tresses splashing up Her mouth
Gushing fountain raced down the waterfall crumpling eye-lashes
And slurped the choppy tide into swishing slopping mammoth
Trillion cursing harpy screams raged down her full furrowed loins
And set feathers wildly clapping where Embryo Islet joins
Pubic Isle: aborted marsh of reeds and rushes cypress grave
Where now the avifauna scatter chased by mythic Tiglons
Some alien monster wild has escaped its abysmal rest
And shakes and shatters the moribund year as if in jest
Doors slam windows swing and crack as the beast goes howling past
Is Zhen the Eldest Son still snug in autumn’s arms as guest?
Over the stranded cases of milling flesh cracks a rude blast
Has Qian woken up his heir with the thunder clap at last?
Was it the fire-cracker to summon false Fire Horse Year?
Something’s let loose in this air bodes no omen fair to last!
The Commandant retraced heavy steps to the Chief’s guarded car
Tense reddened eyes sought relenting signs in faces wrought by far
Yet who in all this surging melée gave a thought to the Bard
Oh! Where might Ol’ Khayyam be hiding! Alone! Or on some star!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
If all I had left to live is twenty-four hours
I will plant a green garden with flawless flowers
I will pick for my friends and fans some red roses
I will be ready for that home more glorious than the galaxies
I will never be sorry and sad but be grateful and glad
For a life well spent with my family… mom and dad
I will thank God for making me fervent and faithful to the end
Before I finally fly, I will bid farewell to my foes and friends
I will take account of the lovely and lively life I’ve lived
I will say a sincere sorry to all those I have grossly grieved
I will pray for the hopeless and helpless men and women
I will ask God to save them from the devil’s deadly den
If I had one day left to join the holy angels that hail hallelujah!
I will make my heart and hands ready to sing and hail hosanna!