Best Twenty One Poems
Merlin's wand brushes the sky,
As the sun rises with a groan.
The caw of crows are harbingers
Of brightening days tomorrow.
Full rightly is the special one
Seated upon the Stone of Scone.
Prayers bring full circle ancestors,
Whose Book of Charms they borrow.
In four more days is Christmas Tide.
Here Nature waits.
The tree alive.
These words are shunned
By Rome's contrive.
This good day gives each a gift
To the person by his side.
Sealed now with song of return,
May Earth, in wealth, be well-supplied.
In four more days is Christmas Tide.
Twenty One
So far above, you’ve been flying high with the angels
And still you stand so far above us.
You are amazing to me, when you speak about your problems
And those things you wish you could have changed; such pain.
Impossible not to like you when all you do is show us love.
So complicated to me, I want to walk inside that mind of yours
And share your empathy, because you speak so elegantly,
When you write about your love life
And you show us how you really feel on the inside.
A broken heart that we all share.
I want to put us all back together with the pieces we are lost without.
I hope you are happy in love;
I want to find a place I too belong as I too need to be loved.
I’ve met a woman like you, but she will never compare,
To those feelings that I hear in your voice
And I am still having these doubts,
But she loves me like I love your songs; they are so good!
So I think I will let her become my reason to believe in love.
You got me through to the other side,
When I was lost, you made me see the truth and I too found my way
And now I see all those tears I cried,
Were just a way to regrow the feelings that I thought I threw away.
Now I am happy in love with her,
So I can never tell her of you, or she would just be gone;
But we each share our love for your love songs.
So I will let her have all my devotion,
But I will never forget an album called Twenty One.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Snow storm in springtime
Silhouette of a stark tree
It's a winters tale
When first they're born, they learn, they grow;
They change each day and need us so.
Still infants in their wants and ways:
Beguile, enthrall, begin to age.
The winsome years are one through three.
Our heart is theirs and just may be;
We will survive and make it through,
That time we call "their terrible two's".
Then comes the child of four or five.
Their thirst for knowledge now alive.
Our patience they will often chafe.
The challenge is . . to keep them safe.
Before we know they're nine or ten:
Look up to us; we're still their friend.
Their needs for us are day to day.
They learn life's rules at school, at play.
Now comes the time they're in their teens.
Such maddening years, betwixt - between.
Still part the child they once portrayed:
Adulthood can seem miles away.
A dangerous time, this narrow road.
How easily values may erode.
A sudden slip toward left - or right;
Before it starts, they've lost the fight.
But most get through and most grow up.
It's then the Lord has filled our cup.
An era of relief's begun,
That glorious day they're twenty one.
so you say
your turning
twenty-one years old
today
Hootie Hoo!
happy birthday
and you want
some advice
on the game
of life
so you don't
get played
okay! baby
you know
you just came
to the wrong
place?
so this is the
first thang
i would say
been over
touch your
knees
because
your about
to take
a real spanking
life isn't what
you may think
you'll reach up
you'll get knock down
and sometimes
you can only partially
stand
your ground
it will
only hurt you
more
than
it hurts
me
see
i had
my dream
flash right
before
my eyes
they left
so quickly
i didn't even
see
them die
if i had
scratched
my head
then something
would had fell
right out
and what would
it have said
find someone
smarter than you
and go
to a library
or two
read a book
on how
you'll need
a legal team
and an army
of witnesses
to surround you
there, there
boo
don't
be mad
yo!
i just
had to let
you know
put your mental fists
up
and bring
your A game
and get ready
to fight
because
behind every
smile
is
someone ready
to push
you out
of line!
with rumors
and lies
and mean
**** bullying
and lets
not forget
the best
for last
stealing
your
one of a kind
make you
rich ideals
so get a safe
and a lock
and a very
good key
tied around
a lawyer's degree
so someone
will have
your back
p.s. go get 'em. ("go get them," and) never trust a smile unless its in writing! and than read the small print - so you won't get any surprises.
and never tell someone your secrets! no matter how friendly they are. my bills in the mail that will be ¢50. (50 Cent)
aka: lyricvixen
Form:
Poem Number Twenty-One Hundred
A true man of rhyme born and bred
Started quite late
Guess it was fate
Eventually my fire needed to be fed
© Jack Ellison 2015
There was a cake with twenty-one candles
Waiting for a match to make them hot
But his friends first took him to the neighborhood bar
To feed him his twenty-one shots
That cake with the twenty-one candles
Held a light that would never be shown
For they forgot to designate a driver
To see that they safely got home
The cake with the twenty-one candles
No one would ever eat
That knock on his parent’s front door
Was from the fist of the local police
The cake and its twenty-one candles
Ended up in the kitchen trash
Just one more fatality on the list
Resulting from the single-car crash
Please blow out your twenty-one candles
When your day does finally come
Having reached that milestone birthday
Make sure it’s not your last one
Your twice broken leg
recites modern poetry
alongside crutches
Shake off the dust of those twenty-one years.
The dawn of a new age makes it's way.
Let the light burn through darkest fears.
Coming of age holds no victory, it appears;
It only holds powerful young souls at bay.
Shake off the dust of those twenty-one years.
The clouds make it seem like the sun disappears,
But so long as we beg, and we beg, it'll stay.
Let the light burn through your darkest fears.
Shadows may Slither to your eyes and your ears,
And through the passing of time it'll be okay;
Shake off the dust of those twenty-one years.
High head and high hopes, diminishing tears;
Not completely hopeless but neither gay,
Still let the light burn through darkest fears.
Still here, still standing, after all of these years;
Firm enough not to bend, nor to sway,
Shake off the dust of those twenty-one years,
and let the light burn through darkest fears.
And then....
she turned twenty one.
Moments in time flash through my mind
since she became mine.
Like a little pixie
spreading fairy dust.
Bursting with love and happiness.
Tumbling curls framing her smile.
All the while
in tune with one another.
Sleeping side by side or miles away.
In each other's thoughts.
And deeds.
Similar habits and turn of phrase.
I could forever gaze into her soul
through those eyes.
I love you my Precious, my Pudding,
My honey bun. Rena's the one
I'm thrilled to see
turning twenty one.
For Heidi Sands Love Poem contest.
Beauty is asleep
innocence dead,
grace..passe-
ego
rules
Twenty One years later…
Twenty one years, together we’ve stayed
For our mistakes, our children have paid.
You chose to leave, twenty years ago
“There’s no one else”, for you told me so.
Later I found, that there had been five
Over the road, the truck you would drive.
Booze played a part, and you walked away
Freedom you’d want, so that you could play.
Bottom you hit, “Oh please take me back”
“I lost my way, now I’m back on track”.
“I’ll give up booze, for this I will swear”
“This storm I’ve caused, together we’ll fare”.
Seven years passed, I couldn’t let go
You broke my heart, I tried not to show.
I could forgive, no remorse you had
That hurt the most, and made me quite sad.
Again we split, and went our own ways
I’d see you drive, by the house some days.
Hard on us all, the kids were so sad
“Please take him back, ‘cuz he is our dad”.
Holidays near, for they would be rough
Remaining strong, I knew would be tough.
“Mom, dad loves you, he told me to say”
Using the kids, is always your way.
You start to drink, the promises break
A different path, your life starts to take.
“If you don’t trust, we don’t have a life
“I don’t love you, as if you’re my wife”.
That broken trust, on me you do blame
We’ve grown apart, we’re just not the same.
I can’t let go, the past is right here
You’ve brought it back, and made it quite clear.
You’re just not sure, if MS plays part
One thing I know, you’ve broken my heart.
The vows we took, for better or worse
For my disease, is more than a curse.
You watched your dad, give much of his life
So he could care, for his ailing wife.
This same long road, not sure what will be
Don’t want tied down, you want to be free.
“I do love you”, “that spark isn’t there”
“Staying married”, “just doesn’t seem fair”.
“Please do not fear, your needs will be met”
“I will make sure, your finances set”.
Soon you’ll deploy, and head off to war
Maybe that’s why, you’re shutting the door.
Separate we’ll be, and so far apart
I hope this brings, some peace to your heart.
You like to say, the problem is me
It’s all my fault, so you are guilt free.
Playing head games, emotions run high
I think it best, to tell you good bye.
there are twenty-one in you
twenty-one lives of Tara
twenty-one magical flames
twenty-one harmonies of love
twenty-one erotic lights
to painting desire by desire
meditating on the art of glamor
It’s been a long time since I was twenty one
Written By Dean Masciarelli
October 7, 2010 (9:25pm)
It’s been a long time since I was twenty one
And all of my peace signs
and bell bottoms are gone
But I still listen to Crosby Still’s and Nash and Young
And the Allman brothers band and Stevie Ray Vaughn
Just like I had done way back then
Its just hard to believe
that
all those days are gone
But I would do anything to
turn back the hands of time
So that I could go back to the
summer of nineteen sixty nine
A year before I had turned thirteen
So that I could
have the opportunity
to live through
those days once again
Because the days were
filled with peace signs
and love from everyone
But after the war ended in Vietnam
Nothing would ever be the same
But I cant turn back the hands of time
So for the time being I
will just keep on moving on
While I reminisce down memory lane
A good time to introspect did I felt
Twenty one gave new aspirations
A time to move out from pamper shell
Show to the world I do exist on my own
Planning and moving with a sketch
Stroke sudden threw it all from me
Senses lost for days and months
Time elapsed going to a moron journey
Dreams still breathing path walked lost.
Twenty one meant to give results
Seeds sown since childhood after all
Out of sight seemed all that meant
Let it go, How come? How come?
Joined the pieces together with pills
Racing to the similar though lately
Alone, all alone have to find recovery
Dream woven soul, eyes enclosed all
Reached the path of success finally
With lessons beyond books ever hold
Twenty one lane - a yearning bliss enfolds.
Written by: Sneha Agarwal
For the Contest - ....AT THIS AGE
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