Best Waive Poems
I confess and waive all my rights
Premeditated crime in plain sight
Songs will be written ‘bout my spree
I’m guilty of “love in the first degree”*
Duly convicted to a life sentence
Gonna serve my time, it's my penance
An early release is not for me
I’m locked in your love for eternity
Written 3/2/2016
*’Love In The First Degree’ by Alabama appears on the album Alabama (1980)
Categories:
waive, love, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
View from the Shore
By David E. Siegel
Copyright (c) 2004
Above the lake, the angry clouds are ranked
Darkening the day with threats of rain.
Below, the wind has raised up little waves
Marching, row on row, towards the shore.
And on the farther shore, the trees are seen:
Near black between the lake and cloudy sky.
The light attempts to pierce the veil of sky:
The near clouds part, but not as clear it’s ranked
For through the hole, more clouds can yet be seen
To further emphasize the chance of rain.
I look out, from the slope above the shore
And watch the day, the clouds, the little waves.
Perhaps no storm impends, because the waves
And not so large and strong; because the sky
Includes the front-lit clouds; because the shore
is dark but clear, and where the trees stand ranked
their outlines are not blurred by sheets of rain
but clearly can their silhouette be seen.
There is more here than that which can be seen.
Not only on the water are there waves
A spirit can be drenched – or cleansed – by rain;
Be bound to earth, or flutter through the sky.
Now shall I be with fools or wise men ranked?
And shall I drown, or safely swim to shore?
And what shall be there waiting on the shore?
The future, I should know, cannot be seen
It can’t be safely filed and neatly ranked
Times changes come upon one as great waves
or tiny ripples. A light may pierce the sky
only to be masked by pouring rain.
I know that over fate I do not reign.
Only a fool believes the future sure,
Regardless of the world; thinks that the scene
His fancy paints, is writ upon the sky.
I daresay I shall not with such be ranked
All title as a prophet I shall waive.
What have I seen within this stormy sky?
And In the waves that endless lap the shore?
Times are unique, not ranked, each holding sun and rain.
-DES Feb 2004
Categories:
waive, emotions, image, life, sky,
Form:
Sestina
Every moment is fleeting fast
The present will soon become past
God has gifted this time to man
To live and use for a short span
Our clock slowly ticking away
Minutes and seconds not to stay
What's done for God is eternal
Infinite gift in life's journal
Each page but a moment in time
As we draw nearer to sublime
for as the sea, time's waves are vast
quickly moving, eroding past
We can't save time, nor we it save
Our mighty ego we will waive
When our purpose we have fulfilled
Time will recede, at last be stilled.
April 6, 2023
for "Collab With Jo poetry contest"
by Joanna Daniel
Categories:
waive, destiny, future, life, time,
Form:
Rhyme
"The worst feeling is to be ignored once, then twice,
then again and again by someone you consider precious."
by Betsy Kenton
Life's bittersweet lessons have taught me well
that on the ones we love most, we should dwell.
Not chained or tethered as a master to his slave.
Love, given freely will not yield reason to grieve,
but if neglected, a broken heart will perceive
the bond's been broken and passion it will waive.
Do not express your tender words of devotion
and later tell me you were wrought with emotion.
I'd rather not have known the taste of your lips
if now you ignore me with indifference and neglect.
I'd walk away from you if treated with disrespect,
if what you once felt is in the state of total eclipse.
Love can bring tears of sadness or joy to one's eyes.
To be slighted or snubbed can lead to ardor's demise,
but to be cherished in love's embrace fulfills the need
of nurturing each other as dew sates a flower's thirst.
Being slighted by someone you hold dear is the worst
feeling when the roots wither after planting love's seed.
Categories:
waive, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
This is my Homophone contest submission
Ewe No A Lyre
their once was a man with a bore
who worked down at the local bizarre
the bore eight corn colonels four lunch
and blew genes whir awl the man war
owe the bore eight serial two
from a plait unlike me oar ewe
we wood knead a bowl and a spoon
ore a mop wood bee totally due
won fine weak day mourn wile working
he brood tee four the men who maid toys
making tee and giving assistants
was that witch maid the mane men
his buoys
his gnu fame was nice
and it urned hymn
a day too lien back and relax
sow he went strait too his sweet
and wile still on his feat
he eight mince, mustered, pees and bare meet
at work he aloud his ant two chute bawl
butt four know obvious reason at awl
she through bred and plumb pi at
the goal
he chaste her aweigh
butt owe my he felt sow bad
sew he cent her to scents and a flour
and aloud her two come back inn an our
the gilt she felt
brought her pane
four she new she ode hymn sew much
she gathered her teem just inn thyme
two sing thank ewe sow very much.
win he herd the whey
they whir singing
it brought a tier too his I
he ran too the gait
two waive wildly
wile screaming a hi pitched buy by.
by Rochelle Harris
Categories:
waive, confusion, humor, imagination, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Barry was a perfect citizen
And would never break the law
Having the odd *** or two
Was his only flaw.
One day on a cigarette break
In the works smoking spot
He dropped the finished butt
Amongst burgers going to rot.
Then there was an enormous roar
And Barry was taken aback
In the road facing him
Appeared a giantic crack.
The council offices opposite
Started to crumble
The Mayor's quarters disappeared
Into a mound of rubble.
Out of the misty dust came a warden
Shouting 'I saw what you did
You have been a litter bug
Which carries a fine of eighty quid.'
A week later Barry received a bill
For the damage done
The bill was itemised
Two million 300 thousand pence none.
Items included looking in holes
And instruments that go ping
Temporary accomondation for the Mayor
Residing at the Holiday Inn.
The letter then concluded
As a gesture of goodwill we will waive
The £80 litter throwing fine
But please don't do it again.
Categories:
waive, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Never before
Have I been moved
Emotionally ravaged
Loved so intensely
Penetrated so deeply
Invaded to my core
My heart pounds
Strangers turn and stare
I cannot contain it
The explosive power
The force of love
Consider this
I surrender!
I surrender!
I waive a red flag
I surrender!
Take my heart
I surrender!
Take the key
I surrender!
You are my love
You are my soul mate
By Rick Berry
Categories:
waive, love, passion, romance
Form:
Free verse
Torture firing arms innocent child's
mother's weeping beheaded by blades
an many sun's an father's lost their face
in what i call a butcher'd elimination
O' Holocaust of millions to pose
to honour e're soldiers waive
an embrace all for being brave
Think aloud you postures lac of foe
Heave ; for the loss; doth e'er carry?!
what you once hurl'd to bury
Breathe soot; craving my fired root
i'll never be yours by fury nor animus
O' no not in the days of my foot
shall i ever forgive you; by any cause
O' I ponder'd many years have taken
Judgment is yet only in my memory
impressions of times never forgotten
th' man of dark fruit begotten
doth murdered the dear
You worship dark; like heavens shed apart
Insight you think you are;
Yet sagacity doth only appear in thought
But by grace, far more beyond your caught
you lack even air that is why i bear
10/13/2016
Categories:
waive, holocaust,
Form:
Free verse
A strainer for milk or for juice, a window shade
Worn as bibs, diapers, or a kerchief
Turned into skirts, blouses and slips
Plaited into rugs of many pieces.
In kitchen used as dish towels, cover for dough
Helping to pass pans so hot, to tie up dishes
To clean and polish stove and table
To abraide and to scrub from cellar to gable.
In bedroom, to dust the bureau and bed posts
Turned into costumes of October scary ghosts
Waive me to say” hello” to a distant neighbor
I am that durable and practical flour sack.
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November 17, n2013
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Sixth Place win
Contest:Any poem goes #27 by Linda
Categories:
waive, social,
Form:
Free verse
Spring will peep soon, winter crocus wagging head
Will pep my step, fill my heart, colour my mind
Lift the weight of winters' might and in its' stead
Shower bluebells, harbinger of Spring and its' kind.
Daffodils will line the paths, yellows and gold
Bird song in harmony as new nests unfold
Winter will waive farewell, barren trees will hide
Spring will peep soon laying her carpet longside.
Rispetto for Dr. Ram Mheta's competition
Categories:
waive, nature
Form:
Rispetto
I am the screams from the wind that blows
In the oozing blood from veins of death
I am grief
I am the voice without a sound
Standing on a pedestal without legs
Talking to ghosts
I am loneliness
I am the eyes of a soul in shades of black
I am guilt
I am the surrendering will of a believing soul
Whose brokenness knows no rest
I am agony
I am the shooting star whose light shot arrows
Never caught a glimpse of glory bright
I am the silent sobs of an infant who never sucked
The milk from its mother’s breasts
I am rejection
I am the stubborn gravel matte that chokes
The stem of its umbilical grip
I am bitterness
I am the recurring echoes of laughter
And giggles in the silent wars of lonely souls
I am hope
I am the subtle whisperly winds
From a weeping willow that dries
The fresh blood dripping from the stench
Of un forgiveness
I am the warm embrace with a kiss
On invisible scars that creates masquerades
I am love
I am the spirals of a shadow
From the summer sun’s stricken horn
In a unicorn’s serenade
I am fierce
I am the roar of a lioness in the silent echoes
Of a ceasing war that I fought with the last drop
Of my blood
I am courage
I am the crystals in the sands off distant shores
Speaking languages of glitz to battered souls
I am pride
I am the dignity that flounders in unique serendipity
I am the virgin faith with a standing ovation
Smeared by vintage aroma
I am a legend
I am the exculpation of pain weaved souls
The elusive waive of hollow enigmas
I am forgiveness
I am the surrogacy in the hive of impeccable touch
I am sacrifice
I am the texture of a heart in mingled silhouettes
Of heavenly white
I am purity
I am the scars of a staraple fate that wears a thick coat
Of royal purple, with stars of grace shooting
From the arrows of its celestial muse
I am royalty
I am the wings of an eagle in the last of storms
From eastern winds
I am freedom
I am the diamonds in the vowels of stories
Shared through decades from bows of hearts
I am forever
Categories:
waive, creation, humanity, identity, image,
Form:
Acrostic
Time's flowing tributary; the future changes the past.
Our burial cortege concludes its course at the graveyard.
Falling leaves collapse, crafting new fates; feel the weight of dust.
Some are wagered in a pitcher with burnt bones and ash charred
We tread the twisting trails, yet in the end, all come this way.
The funeral site was bleak and hushed with death and decay.
Where death reigns and no one recalls who under earth lay.
I find peace in the abyss, grasp sky, and haze through the grave.
The woods are gray guiding the cars and assuaging the crave
Nothing appears in the night when it is too brief to save.
With outworn obelisk, only the moss knows the rent draft
You have rote recall for this wreath, yet no time in this yard.
Trusting that I would rest here, bereft of any rich ray.
Leaving behind all my hard-gained assets by a name waive.
1st Place contest winner
Written: February 22, 2023
Writing Challenge - G Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
Categories:
waive, allusion, anger, bereavement, death,
Form:
Rhyme
So here we go again, hide and go seek,
Except this time I'm not looking, you can come and find me,
The minute I don't want to play your game of tag,
You yell "Your It!", to get my attention again,
I roll my eyes, I smile and waive,
I'll let you believe your the champion of your game,
Maybe if you believe that your winning the game your playing,
You'll eventually get tired of the impression your making,
This is the routine, I shake my head, why???
God,,,this happens every time!,
Its like I'm sitting down watching a movie, cuddled up in my blanket,
Watching you sing and dance, lol, I must say, it's entertaining,
Don't you ever get tired? Come sit and rest,
I have no need to dress to impress,
Your story will speak through the experience shared,
Calm down boy, I'm sitting right here, lol!
Categories:
waive, boy, funny love, time,
Form:
Light Verse
As mist that rides the waves
My love clings to just You
Only your love I crave
You the only who saves
Constant your love as dew
As mist that rides the waves
Telling your love in phrase
Day by day to a few
Only your love I crave
For each day on his stave
My musical notes drew
As the mist rides the waves
My right to hell did waive
The sentence he totally threw
Only your love I crave
For you did call me from grave
Transformation I flew
As the mist rides the waves
Only your love I crave
Categories:
waive, daughter, devotion, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Villanelle
I am making room
in my house. I give away
what I no longer need:
high heeled shoes that hurt my toes,
pants that are a little bit too tight,
the scarf I bought in San Francisco in 1995,
a digital camera, just right for a child,
homeschool textbooks,
National Geographic magazines,
a desktop computer,
the toaster I haven’t used in years,
the bed we bought for our first apartment.
I am making room in my life and let go
of what no longer serves:
guilt, sentimentality, responsibilities I have outgrown.
I waive goodbye to my children,
hiding the sadness, and know
tomorrow
I will fill the new space.
July 16, 2018
Categories:
waive, age, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse