Best Waived Poems
The little fir tree was feeling extremely sad
it was tiny compared to its mum and its dad
When people saw the tree they just walked away
and chose a much larger tree for their Xmas display
The wind helped the fir tree waggle its branches
and the tree tried so hard to get admiring glances
Sadly people said ‘that tree’s much too small,
it wouldn’t look right in our lounge or the hall’
All of a sudden the little tree became aware
of a disabled young lad in a motorised chair
Peter beamed when he saw the little fir tree
and said ‘mum this tree is perfect for me’
His mother said ‘Peter are you really sure
there’s lots to see, we could look at more’
Peter said to his mum ‘this little tree is ideal
and when its decorated, your heart it will steal’
Peter said ‘mum, it will be so easy for me
I’ll be able to decorate this little fir tree
We’ll buy baubles from the Christmas shop
and I can reach to put the gold angel on top’
The store man overheard the boy’s conversation
and was so impressed by Peter’s determination
He waived the purchase price of the little tree
Peter left the store smiling, he was very happy
Peter decorated the little tree all on his own
and it took pride of place in their cosy home
His mother’s so proud of her determined boy
and the little fir tree gave them so much joy.
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Sponsored by Constance La France
12/3/18
Categories:
waived, child, christmas, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning
Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning
She thought of him and of the dreams that were shattered,
of the nights she'd spend without end, remorse spawning
Windblown rain pummeled windows, on sills it splashed
Obscured was her view, vision blurred behind each pane
Howled as does a wolf, thunder growled, lightning flashed
In rivulets like rain, was weeping she struggled to restrain
Like drops of blood from a wound, her teardrops splashed
That night, in shadowed lamplight she espied on the corner,
a familiar silhouette of one whose countenance was a given
Dark eyes of a raven who had waived his right to scorn her
No vocal cawing was riven as torrents of rain were driven
He was beyond the reach of this sad beseeching mourner
Outside she ventured, into the sting of nettled showers
for just one glimpse of him, she would offer as her reason
On the street, scattered at her feet, her espousal flowers
Fallacy, was an act Charlotte Bronte' would label 'treason'
Uncloaked, soaked, she stood with her memories for hours
From grief she could not hide nor abide her mirrored face
His eyes, for once unveiled, yet not one word did he speak
A webbing of fine silk threads spun, woven in warm embrace
He had raised no hand in farewell. A tear grazed her cheek
Without solace she would linger in portals of empty space
She trembled, shivering, eyes teary, there was no mistaking
her sips from tainted cup had the caustic taste of bitter gall
The impeccant knight chose the right to claim his forsaking
Nimbus skies lay overcast without surcease of a graying pall
Fraught with aching, she sighed one word, "heartbreaking."
Categories:
waived, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
For the person who waived
and lost something that was of value: forgiveness
Is it easier to get forgiveness than permission?
Admittedly, ghosts are also seen by highlights
Forgiveness requires a lot, it is a virtue to be able to forgive
Some have wandered around the earth like roaring lions
I refused to let myself be called coward without reason
But, no reconciliation without truth
do not give me an undeserved bad reputation
Lying, bitterness, nag, revenge smells dead and rotting flesh
All my expectations fade away
I disappear in the night's blackness
Losing contact with everything surrounded - by injustice
30-05-2018
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Free Verse Only- Pick a Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
3rd place in the contest
Categories:
waived, anger, feelings, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve not written to you for many years
Santa, I’m quite different from my peers
Not fancy or frilly like girly girls
And I don’t hanker for diamonds and pearls
Today I got the most terrible news
My muse abandoned me. She's on a cruise!!!
She’ll be sailing around the world for years
I'm bereft and can’t stem my salty tears
Oh Santa dear, please take pity on me
I need a skilled muse to write poetry
I’m heartbroken without her by my side
Could you bring one to me on this Yuletide
It would be the most perfect Christmas gift
Please tell me that this year I won't get stiffed!
~ ~ ~ ~
You may not have my name at this address
But Santa, it’s time for me to confess
I've been on your naughty list all this year
I'm the one who put Ex Lax in your beer
And I thought while you were stuck in my loo
I'd try to tempt you in my basque of blue
But you clutched your tummy. You looked quite sick
With loo roll in hand, you ran out so quick
You chastised me as you dribbled brown gloop
Said you’d seen my name at Poetry Soup!
You'd read my poems and you wouldn't be hard
With my dire style, I’m no threat to the Bard
Last Christmas was such a catastrophe
I apologise, will you forgive me?
~ ~ ~ ~
I’ve divulged to all how I’ve misbehaved
and beg the laxative mishap be waived
(You’ve not visited since I was a child
when my behaviour ran totally wild!)
I’ve taken my punishment on the chin
Bitter medicine swallowed for my sin
If you can find forgiveness in your heart
I will try my best to make a fresh start
Santa, please deliver just one present...
A new muse would make my life more pleasant
My old one left and she might not return
My pen is poised; for witty words I yearn
A contest win with Phillip Garcia
Would rekindle my poetic career!
From My Lips To Santa's Ears Contest
Sponsored by Phillip Garcia
10 syllables per line checked with How many Syllables
12-05-17
Categories:
waived, anxiety, christmas, humorous, muse,
Form:
Sonnet
The sins of our fathers cast such long and unremorseful shadows
Leaving in its quake such a painful sting as only God would know.
With tangled webs that reach to the bowels of hell.
Manipulating lies destructive words which only a father could tell.
Knowing full well how the vicious lies will be cast downward in a spiraling effect.
To rob our children of any pride and leave them as societies social rejects.
With no recourse but to follow in fathers misguided and devious ways.
With unknowing and uncaring reasoning they go forth longing for better days.
So where is the justice for the generation that draws the short end of the stick.
All to suffer for the mistakes of being sired by a father who was morally sick.
Once in a great while you might luck out and see one escape such a horrible fate.
Most often as not the majority wind up like dad filled with anger and hate.
If the Lord ever places in your path one of these castaways of life.
Maybe you can be the one to help free it from all its anguish and strife.
Break the vicious cycle of torment and pain.
Teach them of our Savior, Jesus, and that not every dark cloud contains rain.
Tell them how Jesus died so they know about the cleansing power of His blood.
And how God with one gentle breath could tame the waters of a mighty raging
flood.
And how we can repent of our sins and even the sins of our fathers and still be
saved.
Seek Jesus and ask for forgiveness with a humble and sincere heart, then our
sins we confess of, He so graciously waived.
Categories:
waived, caregiving, childhood, family, father,
Form:
Lyric
She waits by the river
Watching her withering shadow
Mourning pearls low
Dusting the ashes slowly
Deep within so lonely
Slaughtered body of her mate send shiver.
She quietly screams through her white veil
Stained in widowed red
Weeping willows dread
She prayed for grace
River took her in loving embrace
Her loud screams, echoes trails.
Passerby abhor
Some say we warned
Many scorned
She painted her nude body with his ash
Ran along the banks in a dash
Her white veil waived a roar.
Date-August 31,2014
Categories:
waived, sad love,
Form:
Rhyme
(Revised with new homophone added in. Thanks for the catch, Becca!)
*Wants upon **uh thyme inn uh would, uh vary gneiss prints named Hairy
met inn the missed, hi awn the bow of uh tree- uh ferry named Tarry.
The ferry felt lo, fore he was week, and he was inn knead of sum meet.
He bald, “Whoa is me. Eye cant even stand hear awn my own too feat!
My pour hart is braking, and I’m inn pane. The last thyme that eye eight
was daze ago. Ewe sea, I’m inn uh hays and due naught feel sow grate.
Eye parish and long fore whine and ham. Even bettor wood bee lam!
Butt eye wood settle four uh peace of bred with sum suite bury jam!”
Prints Hairy new he had sum mince, sum Tick Tax that **whir inn the pear
of gnu read genes he war. He took them out and waived them inn the heir.
*“Lickerish to, eye halve write hear!” Prints Hairy tolled the ferry.
“Its naught much, butt pleas dew eat. Later awn, wheel dyne and make marry.”
Prints Hairy placed the ferry Tarry aun his pail ***wight hoarse.
Then aweigh the roil with the ferry hastened aun his homeward coarse.
Awl day long they road and road. ***Wen the ferry started to grown.
Suddenly, from the hoarse, both the man and ferry whir throne.
Hungrily they paste beneath the setting son and threw the knight.
They pressed awn until mourning. Hairy’s residents came inn cite!
Prints Hairy’s wife had supper ready, and she’d maid uh pi.
From udder happiness, the ferry thought that he mite dye!
She *heeded up they’re food four them. They both had groan sew pail!
She listened as the ferry Tarry tolled his tragic tail . . .
of how heed lost his weigh and, four food, had knot won crumb
until her deer spouse rescued hymn. At last, his prints had come!
Written April 10, 2015, using homophones from various lists.
Note: I did not use letters, for example, U for “you” ; they were not on the lists I found.
Neither was “hee” which I was going to use for “he.”
The main list used was The HOMOPHONES LIST of John F Troutman and Joy A Miller
* these are a few more homophones I found on Wikipedia’s list.
** these homophones appear on Homophones.com, perhaps the most comprehensive one.
*** These homophones, perhaps antiquated, are from Suber & Thorpe British English
Categories:
waived, word play,
Form:
Couplet
From the past days of old.
At Seventh Street & Florence Avenue.
Vehicles in pristine finished.
Bragging Rights Mint Condition.
Proudly rolled by in a yearly tribute.
Very close behind did the present.
Spanking brand new, Virgilina's, VA.
Town's first responders debut their life-
saving vehicles of rescue.
Summer Fest proudly displayed.
Awesomely colored painted fine cars.
Including trucks and plowing tractors.
The drivers and passengers.
Cheerfully waived tossing smiles and candy.
I watched so many of the children laughing.
Enjoying themselves while playfully.
Scrambling to grab all and as many.
Of the tossed free candies.
So very comforting it was to see.
Neighbors, visitors, friends and family.
Witnessing together.
Standing side by side
In such a loving comradely.
History and our future.
Embracing one another.
In supreme harmony.
Refreshing the supportive celebration.
Veterans from old world wars of our past.
Keeping close in step were our gallant;
soldiers of wars in our present time.
Today's events were also in celebration.
Of the soldiers whom honorably.
Transitioned to a much peaceful home.
This was a very lovely quick get away.
Cotton candy, home made ice cream.
Scenie's Old-fashioned Peanut Brittle.
Freshly squeezed lemonade.
How fortunate to meet Ms Marion Woods.
Author of Uncle Jerdon's Farm Children' Book.
Thanks to my cousin Natarsha.
I am experiencing a very lovely.
Memorial Weekend Holiday.
My Uncle Joe Lassiter our beloved Veteran.
His daughter and my cousin Andrea Miller.
Stood in the longest line waiting patiently.
For what I learned was the town's best.
Brunswick Stew.
It's evening now I sit here as one.
Within this blissful time in nature.
Pleasantly at peace.
Relaxed taking in the beauty.
Of this picturesque piece of land.
Reflectively pondering.
On on this lovely day.
I joyfully have a writing instrument.
Very close at hand.
Categories:
waived, celebration, community, history, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
Looking back to that year
Remembering and beholding the pain
I was gripped with fear
Even while in the coolness of the rain
It was worst
But it could have been just bad
As I felt as though my heart would burst
And it was way too sad
I got little chance to express
But a disaster it would be to go on
Then I made effort to suppress
The tears of moving on
I looked at the cloudy sky
It was as though I was threatened
To say goodbye
Or be regretfully battered
We departed and waved
Then we didn't see each other until now
And when I realized I have not waived
My mouth threw out a wow
As fresh as the memory could be
I remembered my sweet thoughts of you
And then it occured to me
That I still love you
Categories:
waived, for her
Form:
Rhyme
"Changing Channels"
We are all
drawn to the light
the silent voices
call us in
like we are
their addiction
components
waived
in the weighting
we swim in
our daily medication
like transparent vespers
We are all
drawn to the light
simultaneously
magnetised
and in our singularity
we consume our
unique polarity
solitary figures
dancing across
the stepping stones
strange keys
connected
inside us
the child calls
towards the
centre that
is evasive, missing
A New Year
freefall
fireworks
only last a short while
codes for lifts
1702, nothing is ever easy
so we walk the stairs
an exercise in patience;
blow-ins
walk back in again
eventually
changing channels
Christmas arrives
when the truth
remembered
and time stolen
in the static of things
re-gifted
you read me
I watch you
from the other side
drawn to the light
changing channels
a frequent returning
yours eternally
some time
in your future
a frequent returning
yours eternally,
The Motherload
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“A view to remember
the centre is missing
they question
how the future lies
in someone’s eyes”
“We’re older than we realise
in someone’s eyes”
“The gentle collapsing
of every surface
We travel on the
quiet road
The Overload”
Categories:
waived, dark, light, love,
Form:
Narrative
Guatemala Tour
The Mayan’s were the focus
Of our Guatemala stop
We saw some ancient ruins
Had a lunch and stopped to shop
That there describes the outline
Of any tours you take
But the devil’s in the details
In the memories you make
Again we took a bus ride
This time the streets were paved
We passed twice through a village
The natives smiled and waived
Our tour guide was part Mayan
Her native outfit worn
She told us of the coffee plants
And how Chiclets gum was born
We passed active volcanoes
Smoke poured from perfect cones
And ancient rock formations
An ancient god in stones
We got up to the ruins
Saw a model of the site
That let us see just where they lived
And where they learned to fight
Some temples were uncovered
Some were buried still
We saw a death-match ball field
It gave us all a chill
We got to climb the stair steps
Where ancient rites took place
And walk there in the footsteps
Of the ancient Mayan race
We even saw some Mayans
In a private ritual pray
Asking their gods for guidance
In the ancient Mayan way
There were fires on the altar
There were flowers all around
We were privileged to observe them
There on that sacred ground
The ruins were inspiring
So old and so pristine
These ancient Mayan ruins
Were the best things we had seen
The ride back was a long one
We had to stop for lunch
With home-made fried tortillas
Fire-charred chicken with a crunch
We walked along the shops there
Some bought souvenirs
This was a trip we’ll talk about
For many, many years
Categories:
waived, travel,
Form:
Epic
March has just begun, yet already I tread its muddy waters
I hope, before it ends, I'll feel some ease; that's all that matters
Sometimes, unexpectedly, stress in one day gets to be alarming!
At every turn, so many buttons pressed, can be so annoying!
As for my Uncle Sam, it seems, I can never give him enough
I swear, we may need a ‘Robin Hood’ right here in this 'trough'
Banks keep my few dollars, and use it at will... for free
Then turn around and charge me for that, plus ...their keep
Heard from a “Fair weather” friend who only calls when in need
And sadly, my Parish Priest, always busy, couldn't hear my personal grief
No, not when my time conflicted with his board meet!
That new neighbor, the loud one, has become a “pain in the butt”
He never considers that others maybe sleeping, after hours in a 'rut'
Again, there were 'grown ups' who were fighting at a kids’ ball game
Displaying madness in the presence of watchful children...so insane!
Oh, not to forget, the driver who assumed he always has the right of way
Who after he turned, casually waived his hand, as if playing charades!
Enough said! I feel better already..now that I’ve had my say!
~*~
For Carolyn's "March Madness" Contest
Categories:
waived, life, people
Form:
Rhyme
Deep in the earth, the cries are heard,
the echoes of pain, their sorrows blurred.
High in the heavens, the word is there,
he took upon flesh, and came with care.
About the kingdom, to spread the news,
dying for them, he paid all dues.
Bondage was free, the earth was saved,
to be forgiven, trespasses waived.
Categories:
waived, faith, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
"There is one more thing I want to show you my girl
so that your joy may be even more complete yet," said
Jesus with a twinkle in his eyes.
Once again I was awake inside of dreamland. I was standing
on a beach, by the waters of an ocean. At a distance out in
this ocean there was a rather more modern ship than Jesus' older
noble galleon.
This ship was a merchant ship, I waived at this ship's crew who
were on the deck, and they waived back at me.
Then something caught my eyes; looking to the left I saw an
awesome sight, it was a white Arabian stallion who was racing
along the sandy beach... racing along with this merchant ship.
The crew was very enthusiastic about this.
The members of this crew were waiving and cheering this horse
on as he raced past me and ran up to the edge of the water, then he
came to a sudden stop and reared up on his hind legs. He was greeting
this merchant ship and its crew... this ship was sailing off to trade its wares,
merchandise, ideas of peace to the people of faraway lands.
Later when I was back on board Jesus' galleon, I was even more filled with
peace, hope and joy.
"See everything is in Father God's hands. So everything is going to be more
than o.k.," said Jesus with a big warm laugh.
Later when I awoke, I recorded all that had been shown to me.
Surely there were more such adventures inside that place called Dreamland.
Categories:
waived, blessing, celebration, courage, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Limerick : Once this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 2
Once this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Found refuge in Napoleonic Domain
Antics at home found out
In new home given clout
All criminal codes waived to let her reign !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
waived, angel, betrayal,
Form:
Limerick