Best Valued Poems


Life's Valued Treasures

Life's valued treasures, I hold most dear,
the ones that dwell deep within my heart.
There's a special memory from younger days
that I will share with you, and fondly impart.

When I think as far back as I can, I remember,
there was only one special thing I ever wanted ~
A big white horse, with flowing mane and tail.
I rode him every night; in dreams, he haunted.

Christmas wishes never came true for me
because you see, my family was rather poor,
but on a December morning, when I was ten
there was a loud knock upon our door.

Dad looked at me and said, "I think it's for you."
He took my hand and gently guided me outside.
Before I saw the surprise, I heard a gentle neigh,
and stood in disbelief,  my eyes opened wide.

I remember that I cried, but I couldn't speak.
When Dad lifted me to the leather saddle 
I whispered "Thank you," and kissed his cheek.
I was sitting on my dream horse, legs astraddle.

No fancy dolls or dress up things appealed to me.
I had what my heart desired and named him Knight.
I told him all my secrets as we rode hills and fields,
mane and tail flowing,  coat shining in the sunlight.



August 5th, 2020
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A Cheap Watch and a Cake

You sell yourself for money
Hour lunch two coffee breaks 
To punch a card at 5pm
For a cheap watch and a cake
You live on autopilot 
A zombie for the pay
Make copies, staple papers
Day, after day, after day
You think you're irreplaceable 
Never make it without you
But if you dropped dead on the floor
They'd step right over you
And when your time is over
They blow up some balloons
Toast you with some Diet Sprite
Goodbye they're done with you
Tell me was it worth it?
Did it bring you any joy?
Did you trade your soul,your dreams
To be gainfully employed?
Were you ever happy 
Or was it lies , just fake 
Do you wish your life was more
Than a cheap watch and a cake?

Premium Member I Love Small Boxed Faces

Soupers often engage in emotional ways.
There can be depth in what two might exchange.
When someone leaves our shared Soup domain,
their diminished light is a missed, valued sight.  
Some remarks feel like word-shaped embraces
and time together often leaves valued traces.
Is is not odd, just plain strange, as well as an ache
that Soup relationships are both close and remote?

I have missed your small-boxed faces,
your writes and presence on my pages.

I wonder if other soup pals also ponder 
the restrictions our bonds form under. 

I recall the joys of our hellos and ‘getting to knows’
But ‘byes and why-gone words’ are silent blows.

It must be a new age emotional feeling
      the internet brought into being
            so people everywhere could connect.
                           Dog-gone-it, doesn’t connect
                                     sound inept?


Premium Member 'valued Grace'

I did not know where I would end up 
This journey has been one of self-discovery 
One of self-love 
A journey where the obstacles
That seemed insurmountable 
Became stepping stones

I prayed for things I didn't need 
Only to discover they weren't meant for me
I get to appreciate the little things 
Instead of waiting on the big things to happen 
Today I value having family 
Many don't have that privilege
I value a hug from a friend 
Many wish for it all their lives
I value the smile from a stranger
I value a child that screams my name 
Just to say “hello” 
My journey is not finish yet 
But I value all it’s been 
Hurt, fear, worry 
It's all part of life 

I thank God for the opportunity to still feel 
I value the grace bestowed 
Everyday

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Premium Member A Valued Member of the Family

Let me tell you a story….  
 
About a year loving pet named big red,
I still can’t believe he’s dead.

He was such a wonderful dog,
He wasn’t a bump on a log.

He was my protector and friend,
My love for him will never end.

Everyone in the neighborhood,
adored him too, he was good.


I cried when he got hit by a car,
his passing left a gigantic scar.


Dad buried him and in our backyard,
everyone in the family took it hard.

He wasn’t just a pet, he was my brother, 
we had the same father and mother.

I will always cherish him in my heart, 
for he my heart right from the start.


04/16/2022
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

Valued

Valued

You are the beauty that l see        
The modulation of my feet and the rapture of my heart.                 
You bring out the divine in me     
making me the finest wine of all times                                        

When you molded me
You chose four words to define me,
Beauty, brains, perseverance and hard-work
You played the tune on the piano that
seized, sizzled and grizzled my soul
I fear not no man, events or words
Because only you make my knees bow down 

l will not fear the pressures of time, youth and society
Because you created me for a greater purpose 
l am a girl with a spiritual father who loves me
Beyond the eyes of man and the tongues of my enemies

He lifts me higher and never down 
Realizing my worth and potential and telling me softly                      
l created you to be the Master of your universe

Written by Amanda Ranganawa


Valued Riches Part 2

From rags to riches come money and “*****es”, thus leaving values buried in the past.

The tombstone reads “there lies integrity and morals”, they all tend to die around the same 
fiscal year; tax season. Greetings! To big checks with no longevity. We buy new shoes, 
a new purse, rocks and rings. Bills are overdue, guess you can’t pay for everything. There’s 
always next year, struggle ‘til then; oppress yourself. Got to love that rest assured happiness 
for the moment all for our valued riches.
© Kira Price  Create an image from this poem.

Valued Riches Part 1

Greed is gold compounded together to make slaves out of souls. What a surprising use of an 
element. Charted to appeal, to tear down human inhibition. We throw money in wells wishing 
for more; an industrious scheme, selling misty water-colored dreams giving our fantasies life. 
But they die shortly after when realizing you’re not born with a white privilege. Like me, you 
never tasted a silver spoon and spit out gold or green; money’s choice of color. Silver coins and 
copper pennies neither are proper fit for society’s idea on wealth. Not even worth a few for 
America’s health. I say anything made from the Earth should be plentiful and the gluttony 
would no longer be needed; no class hierarchy, only people of valued riches.
© Kira Price  Create an image from this poem.

De Valued To Create Oppurtunity

Twenty secretaries found his
Notes interesting. These were
the official words to the
Beginning of a music partnership
that was done for the purpose of
creation and profit. Twenty music
Companies sought a solution
They found it feasible to consolidate
there interest by sharing. 
They bought sixty acres of land.
They allowed establish singers and
performers to buy into the project.
They wanted, a opera, country and
western,rythmn and blues, rap, pop,
Folk, comedy, latin, urban, townsmen,
Soul,rock heavy metal,oracstra , gospel,
Traditional, modern,and contemporary
Singers, to build homes there. The singers
Projections were assigned with limited
allotments that cause the creation of
construction.A list of songs,was givinen
A time for a concert established, foodtruck
and rvs rented the space was cleared a concert off grid
Promoted, and the funds were meant to create
the new town. The hopes of eagerness to
Create a new tommorrow for those who sought
New beginnings and newness.The music company
To take the revenue to create a new company, owned by the
Towns people, and the stars who headlined the show.
The new creation to be music for a listening world
to hear.
They would use modular housing to create the
Structure. Mansions, restaurants and theaters
Yet to come.Business minded people who looked to creation as means of exhistance.Seeking, believing and trusting.

May You Know That You Are Valued

Inspired by a moving storyline in a show. 

May you know that you are valued 
By Michelle Morris
15/06/2023

I wanted to pass on something
From my childhood memories
But all that I had left
Was sad feelings and broken dreams 

Everything that I loved
Was destroyed or tossed away
Burned bridges and toys
Scorched emotions and betrayal

So, what do I have to give you?
What legacy do I pass on today?
How to be a better man?
When I'm still learning this with age?

I hope that you will feel
That you are truly loved and understood
That you'll be inspired and uplifted
By everything I say and do

For having hopes and dreams
Feeling loved and cared about
Having a place to call home
Is precious without a doubt

May you look back with joy
Feelings of warmth and happiness
May you know that you are valued
For being your own true self 

© Michelle Morris, 2023

Premium Member A Valued Gift

Since World War II, I’ve traveled the world,
Seeing many countries both near and far.
I started in the States where my eyes were unfurled,
Being kept in pockets and in many a jar.

Right off the press, I started out crisp and new.
I was cut from the others and soon put into play.
After the War, I became one of the few
That were tossed in a jar for a rainy day.

Then, I was given to a very young boy.
It was his eighth birthday and he seemed so happy.
He got a wonderful car from a man named Roy.
It was his mother’s ill father, his dear old grandpappy.

When he opened up the card and saw me there,
He knew he was loved by someone so much.
Right away, he knew how to spend me, and where;
In a toy machine with lots of prizes and such.

He wrapped up the toy that he won on his own,
And had his parents help him address the letter.
When it got to his grandpappy, he opened it alone.
He was touched by the gift, and felt so much better.

Later that week, I was taken from the machine,
And the cashier noticed that I was very old.
He gave me to his son, who was only thirteen,
And this began my next journey, to be later told.

Wisdom- Valued Life

no precious gaining
                          without beneficial wisdom
                                                             in LIFE




-December 31, 2018 Chattogram

Valued Treasures

The things in life that mean the most,
Can’t be bought or sold, I boast.

Freely given from ones heart,
Is what sets these gifts apart.

Love and kindness can’t be bought,
These valued treasures are widely sought.

Giving of yourself only helps you grow,
It’s God’s intention don’t you know?

Be a friend to those in need,
Don’t let your heart be filled with greed.

Helping others really helps you too,
So set good examples in all you do.

Money or friendship if I were given a choice,
Friendship would win for money has no voice.

Earthly possessions are merely that, 
When the final day comes who gets the cat?

So love your neighbor but not his wares,
Be someone with values who really cares.

Valued Friends

Of the ones not known
Dedication starts
Those who ask nothing
Though do very much
Just the small details

Compassionate
So devoted
In general
Just living life

Stepping up
One favor
With no catch

These are
Valued

Friends

Valued

Worth living

Giving, caring, loving, joyful

Valued like a large diamond

Meaningful, precious jewels

Time of renewals

Valued.

Priceless, taken for granted

Everlasting, gifted

Valued.

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