Best Utterly Poems
utterly captivating
was our magical night.
as dawn lay down to sleep,
we remained awake to stargaze.
utterly romantic,
honey-sweet moments we did share.
a rendezvous tailor-made for royals;
t'was unforgettable.
utterly unforgettable!
we held midnight
in the palm of our hands;
lost in a world of our own.
utterly amorous
was the spark of love exploding
beneath the pale moonlight
each time our lips met.
utterly carefree
were our passionate hearts,
floating about with abandon
like butterflies in Spring meadow.
utterly scintillating;
pocketful of stars in our sky;
we watched them supine, smiling
in unison with the crescent moon.
utterly amazing!
watchful birds were tweeting
our favorite song
as we danced, and danced.
utterly free
were our spirits;
as if for the last time
we held each other, never letting go.
Isn't it about time that the West and NATO stepped in
To put a stop to brutal aggression by Vladimar Putin
Men bound and shot, with their hands tied behind their backs
Enough is enough civilised world, it's time to launch attacks.
From cities and towns the Russians are starting to withdraw
Journalists are reporting on the unspeakable horrors they saw
Russians are preventing burials and bodies are left decaying
War crimes are being committed and we're doing nothing.
Horrific war crimes were being committed, by ISIS in Syria
Now the Russians are doing it and claiming it's fake media
Saying actors are being used and what you're seeing isn't true
But Russia we are not stupid and we can see what you do.
We see the evidence from satellite images of a scorched earth
Many bodies were thrown in pits and then covered with dirt
We see many burnt out cars with charred bodies left inside
Just some of the atrocities that Russians, are trying to hide.
Men, women and children have been tortured and left lying dead
And on the roads and pavements there's pools of bright red.
Women and girls raped at gunpoint, in front of their families
The West and NATO should act and bring that scum to its knees.
Russians are spineless with yellow streaks down their backs
They run for cover when Ukrainians launch counter attacks
They carry out abuse because it makes them feel like men
And target old men, women and defenceless little children.
I don't believe for one minute that Russia will go nuclear
All they're doing is sabre rattling and trying to instill fear
We're giving Ukraine arms but I don't think that's enough
The West and NATO need to man up and start getting tough.
There's no need to invade Russia, so it wouldn't be a threat
Just staying within Ukraine's border would be our safest bet
Drive out those psychopaths who've caused so much pain
Stop the horrific slaughter of innocents, and restore peace again.
Even if the Russians pull out robust sanctions must stay
Because Ukraine will need rebuilding and someone must pay
Everyone thought the mighty Russian army was invincible
But they're all cowardly, spineless and utterly despicable.
Written 7th April 2022
Utterly helpless sometimes I feel
and utterly sad for no remedy found
to fix my conditions which seem so surreal.
I’m utterly stymied and tied to the ground.
Utterly thankful, however, am I,
for what gives me joy and for friendships that thrive.
Though utterly hopeless . . . I’m still getting by
and utterly happy for being alive!
Nov. 14, 2021
Written: October 17, 2023
Bite Size Poem No.74 for Line Gauthier Contest
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silent solitude
flame-edged leaf dances alone~
nature's fiery grace
“Love, is a prompt, that utterly inspires the sleepless stars above grieving grass,
so let the wind and waves be the music to the heart that longs in euphonious silence.” ~ By the Poet
The quartz moon has seen your silent scribbles,
and how I'm utterly drenched in teal~
seas of stardust, where silhouette
of sky floats across turquoise
torrents of temptations,
while like the sun I
rise to embrace
magnolia
memoirs.
For
hope
still flies
on paper-
wings of a gold
horse carousel, as~
your voice remains my muse
that ignites flickering flames
growing within my love-struck art,
yet I question sleepless stars in your
eyes, what is life without skies sprinkling sage~
upon restless reflections strolling through
carmine tunnels of my hibiscus
heart, hypnotized and lost within
the mellifluous rhythm that
echoes from rose-wood flutes
of forever played
with sapphire tuned
serenades
from pearl
bliss.
So
let me
sing verses
woven with deep
indigo ink to
lure those amethyst-stringed
butterflies fluttering dreams,
above your midnight meadows sketched
in hues of honey-glazed emeralds~
mirroring sealed lips with enthralling wreaths.
"All alone! Whether you like it or not,
alone is something you'll be quite a lot!"
Quote from- Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You'll Go! And The Larax
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Sometimes I am utterly, totally, entirely lonely,
There are days all I want to do is eat macaroni;
And on the carpet play roly-poly with my doggie,
Secluded and apart, toasty, cozy and all solitary.
Alone in myself, all alone wholly and sorrowfully,
Altogether silent, oh I enjoy the quiet completely;
Lonely can be good for writing a long, long story,
Or penning a sweet verse or rhyming a little poesy.
So when you feel lonely, just be still and write poetry,
And don't be sad, don't be afraid and don't be angry,
Just be lonely.
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August 7, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/"Utterly, Totally, Entirely, Lonely"
Copyright Protected, ID 07-698-175-07
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the contest, Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt,
Sponsor Casarah Nance
Seventh Place
"I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine. No one can take them away from me." - Parker S. Huntington
Penniless and powerless
Naught is utterly mine,
'Cept one significant thing
That shall never be thine
Take thee my happiness
Take thee all my time,
Still, I hold the words
And I possess the rhyme
For poetry, thou cannot claim
Be I alive or be I dead,
Naught is utterly mine
'Cept thine words thee read.
Adrenaline pumping, I watched brave Spartacus
take his last doomed stand against Roman oppressors.
Eyes misting with tears, I reached the climax of
a beautifully choreographed West Side Story,
where a modern Romeo and Juliet tale plays out in gang-filled NYC.
Also in the 60’s I sat through a Psycho shower scene
that went on to include a Hitchcockian ending that blew my mind!
From the Splendor in the Grass passion I viewed on tv re-runs
to the innocence of Gidget and Tammy in Love and
to the he-man action of cowboy and war movies seen with my stepdad;
by the end of the 60’s I was helplessly and utterly hooked on movies.
In the later 70’s I vowed to catch a show each weekend from thereon in,
within an actual movie theater where films NEED to be seen and heard!
Multiply 54 weekends a year times 40+;add all the shows from my childhood.
Tack onto that my 80's to 90's video movie marathons.
Onto that add cable movies, series, and Netflix.
How many movies have I seen in my lifetime?
How many movies have I reviewed on internet sites and on Facebook?
It staggers my mind to imagine. I am one of movies’ biggest fans,
and I am . . . utterly obsessed.
March 29, 2021
For the ''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I’m utterly alone
Author Dana Redricks
September 11, 2014
Feeling utterly alone, and
Feeling that I’m a ship without
A crew; who knew my life
Would end this way; sometimes
I’m at lost for words to say.
Everybody is looking out for themselves;
I’ve given my all, but who will be there to
Catch me if I fall.
This is me going through the motion.
Feeling the pains of the ocean.
Life can be turbulent, and paved on
A rocky path. I often cry myself to sleep thinking
I will die alone; don’t get me wrong I
Enjoy spending sometimes alone, but no
One should have to face this world all
Alone; having material possessions might
Give us temporary relief, but it will never fill
The void, or ease the pain of being alone.
Alone, alone, it is hard being on your own.
Aliens DO exist and they are observing us guys
The way we interact with each other
What advice do you think they would give us
Would they throw up their hands in disgust
And say, “it's no use... people of earth, you just don't get it!”
Or would they see hope for us and offer to help
Perhaps they've gone through similar “growing pains”
Wherever they come from
And wish to share their experiences with us
At my advanced age, I hope I live long enough to see that day
To suggest that we are alone in the universe
Is absolutely absurd and beyond my comprehension
There are billions upon billions of other galaxies
With billions upon billions of other worlds like ours
To assume otherwise
Is UTTERLY, UTTERLY, PREPOSTEROUS!
© Jack Ellison 2014
My heart is brimming with an endless flow of grief.
And my soul has already been deeply shattered out.
Even short bursts of breathing are rather tough.
My sobs have merged into steady tears streaming out.
Desperate to pay respects to the dead at their tomb.
And weep for hours at graves of ones I embrace.
Particularly when you share the same womb.
I'm trying to thrive as I'll never heed your face.
When one sheds a tear, some wisdom is revealed.
I am at ease knowing you are in the heavenly place.
I will succeed and overcome adversity ahead.
When death comes for me, we'll meet face to face.
Written April 24, 2021
Grief in 12 lines or less Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Aliens DO exist and they are observing us guys
The way we interact with each other
What advice do you think they would give us
Would they throw up their hands in disgust
And say, “it's no use... people of earth, you just don't get it!”
Or would they see hope for us and offer to help
Perhaps they've gone through similar “growing pains”
Wherever they come from
And wish to share their experiences with us
At my advanced age, I hope I live long enough to see that day
To suggest that we are alone in the universe
Is absolutely absurd and beyond my comprehension
There are billions upon billions of other galaxies
With billions upon billions of other worlds like ours
To assume otherwise
Is UTTERLY, UTTERLY, PREPOSTEROUS!
Here ye! Here ye! Here ye!
I humbly present this poetic masterpiece in jest!
Four score, minus three hundred and sixty-five days ago
This handsome *****sapien took his first breath
Since that momentous day, the world has never been the same
However most people leave off the 'ien” leaving the phrase “*****sap”
Now that's downright mean and despicable I must say
This dude is the epitome of sweetness and absolute charm
In the history of humankind and all that ancient malarky
It took until my birth in nineteen-thirty-five
For this amazing specimen with these finely chiseled features
To pop onto the scene with tremendous fanfare and celebration
The Second World War was delayed by four years
Because of the worldwide excitement and huge celebrations
People in every land expressed their utter amazement
At such an fantastic specimen of the human male form
So when I pass on, I bequeath my extraordinary body to science
In hope they can determine what made this amazing creature
I offer it freely for the betterment of all humankind!
I apologize! LOL
© Jack Ellison 2014
Brides name is Hazel Almond,
Her groom is mad about Hazel,
Their wedding cake is a diamond
Shape with pecans at the basal,
Between each layer of Genoese
Is pistachio flavored butter cream
That oozes out when you squeeze
a marzipan covering is their dream,
placed on top the lucky couple
Bride holding her sweet chestnuts
made the guests laugh, chuckle,
at Groom with his hand on her butt,
Frosted with royal icing such skill
Showed by confectioner, Andrew
Patissiere well known in Brazil,
Sprinkled with chopped cashew.
A wedding cake that tasted devine
For a couple of same taste and looks
Without each other would sure to pine
because for each other, they are nuts.
composed 12/2/2017.
There you are
gazing into the water
as it coils around the pier,
hoping to decipher
its tidal language, divine
a message in the slow lift
and fall of the swell,
the soft lapping sound echoing
through the dark shadows
below.
But whatever is here
seems to have withdrawn
deeper into itself, far beyond
where your senses can reach
or your uprooted mind can go,
severed as it is
from the origins
of its own creation.
You are of this age,
utterly modern,
purged of myth
and deaf to the spirits that once
moved here in the water
and roamed the land,
the sung sagas
of your ancestors.
In the isolation
of this cleared world
a terrible silence has fallen
in which the only sound
now is your own pulse
imprisoned in the confines
of an ear.