Best Wakes Poems
Come, walk with me in this early dawn
while the darkness fades in solitude
As first light appears, and moon drifts on
we will drink in the quiet interlude
Wet blankets of fog will lift away
wearing soft slippers of slow retreat
We'll greet early risers starting the day
drink fresh brewed coffee, and stroll the streets
The beat, the strand of sidewalk noise
Gains timbre as the traffic mocks
Once more the world regards it's toys
Of cars, and horns, and ticking clocks
Before the bustling city quakes
Let's stroll before the monster wakes
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6/18/16
For Contest: Sounds of the Day
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
wakes, city, life, society,
Form:
Sonnet
As morning wakes
with skies of blue
and breezes flowing free
Still every thought
I think is you
and what you mean to me
I witness summer
twilight scenes
where sunset ribbons sway
Though none of these
can fill my dreams
the way you do each day
Good morning Soupers
Categories:
wakes, good morning,
Form:
Rhyme
As This Heart Wakes To Your Soft Touch
Sounding a change a call to arms
echoes in heart's beatings
waging battles against world's harm
found within dawn's greetings
battle yields to heroic light
blessings send, strength to fight
to find a bountiful treasure
wake to again truth see
by love, can one truly measure
life by a sound decree
for 'tis written, heart can renew
again, true love in you
'pon a night of moon's soft glowing
from Heavenly skies cast
spirals of love's sweetest showing
true love forever lasts
dear angel, hold this thought
love's gems we gaily caught
as this heart wakes to your soft touch
dawn its bright waking sings
our deep love held so very much
as flowers are to Spring
darling, await I for night dreams
and your falling moonbeams.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2022
Romanticism
As a reply in form to my beloved wife Clarisa-
to my dear friend , Susan Ashley's
Magnificently beautiful poem, titled
" Whose Muse Elusive Dew ".
Thanks for gifting that needed inspiration..
Categories:
wakes, angel, art, love, passion,
Form:
Romanticism
*** OF AND ABOUT IT ALL ***
Life’s so much a-coming or a-going,
With hours of waiting or flowing
From now to next
While we step about, hopefully blessed —
On a quest for things major or minor to cherish
In our sometimes to come. We sojourn thence
From this place over to a rushing creek’s edged cliffs—
To linger, to draw some solace, some rest…
And there, we see suddenly manifest:
The sacred red rose, growing
Near, beautifully on high,
Surrounded by the flames of our worship-full prayers.
Life’s a range of highs and lows waving
Aside the roads that fork and lead ventures
Along moss-lined knowns
Or beneath shaded canopies of unknowns.
Our searching, dawn-to-dawn roamings
Carry life’s tales of getting and giving;
Suffering and forgiving;
Ever grateful for living and breathing.
Life brings mapped ways that vacillate
Over ranges of changes; lessons
And puzzles; ideas, moods and feelings
Immersed in working and dreaming of someday
Realizing true love — wondrous, sweet.
From birth and learning to stand, to speak…On to
Old-age dimming our eyesight as happens…
Even to such gifted artists as
Edgar Degas, Mary Cassatt, and Claude Monet.
Yet, they went on painting masterpieces, nearly blind —
With God’s inspiration helping them to find
A new approach, perceiving and creating
With their Inner Eyes.
Life’s an orbiting
Between reality and imagining;
Between perchance and possibly —
Between the often said, “If-only’s…”
And the magical, “Look there
At what’s already appeared.”
Life’s a calendar of playing and celebrating,
But includes sad times and final wakes…T’is
Somewhat a dizzying dance of circling turns,
Of rounding passes for however long
Until that unknown day of going on beyond…
Taking our storied hours along,
Relating how we stayed
Alligned to God’s willed ways,
For the good of the All and Everlasting,
From our toddling time
To our leaping with starlit promises
To compose a delighting song,
Unfurl wings and fly —
Eternal
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(c)sally young eslinger 11/8 /2022 - 1/12/2
Written to Bocchenini’s Cello Concerto in B-flat major
Thanks be to God…
Categories:
wakes, age, art, immigration, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
War is misunderstood
Unless you are serving
Then it is real
War is sad
No matter what side you are on
Anguish for many
War wakes you up
And shakes you up
Leaving you a different person
Categories:
wakes, war,
Form:
Free verse
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime.
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. wiki leaks,
google maps, g.mails, the Xbox play and i.phone
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. we all tweet,
the news and thoughts, sitting in cozy office and a coffee
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. the bails outs,
the stock markets and the emergency meetings
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. it will spin on
its axis, same markets of iraq and karachi, & afghans
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. Same
complains conspiracies theories and blame game
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. Constructions,
accusations, malls and shopping festivals
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. Traffic jams,
blackberry messaging, office reporting and bills
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime.
Categories:
wakes, allegory, hope, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Fresh nature wakes up
sun lens lighting sight on earth
sky lifts it's dark lid
crow's caw informs first
blooming flowers slowly casts
breeze nourishes all
Categories:
wakes, nature,
Form:
Haiku
In time she wakes; I, the the sun, that kisses her face.
No lies or disguise, just the radiant reflection of African skies on the rise in her eyes.
Beauty unmistakable, incredible, unforgettable;
My eyes drink the scene until I'm full.
Her hair, her face, that skin, where to begin?
So smooth the soft surfaces surrounded and swirled in swirling sheets that keeps my amber bright morning light tight in her sight.
She can't quite fight the bite to ignite with all her might.
Yet before the day slips away she'll sway and play in Plettenberg bay.
And from her lips drips the sips from oceans where now sleep the ships and slips of men that crashed and smashed from sirens singing and calling out their longing and wanting so haunting - the sound spilling from that same coy style of a Mona Lisa smile.
She wants to linger on but horizons blue, orange, yellow and red hint of bed instead it must be said.
Soon to the night she'll wed but before that rest she shares her shape in shadows on the shore.
A dance does she once again as I gaze with the last blaze of my rays across the waves,
until again, through the morning haze, I'll wake her just to see her eyes kiss the skies that light up from the light in my eyes.
For she is my earth, my world, my purpose, I am her sun.
This breathing circle, this vision, no dark nightly dream would it seem could ever forever our helix make undone.
C.L.Baker©2013
Categories:
wakes, adventure, beautiful, beauty, devotion,
Form:
Ingrained is my reality?
I lose it all the time
There's someone here who's not quite me
My heart ain't worth a dime
My fear is not of consequence
It never really stayed
This vivid heart is on the fence
So many times, betrayed
Am I content with all I lose--
When I just play it cool?
I live a Life I should not choose
For that, I am a fool
I do so much imagining
Yet, where do I return?
Just what does this intention bring...
...When I cannot discern?
So quickly, I had sold my heart
My patience practiced me
Is what I'm writing truly art
Or, all which I can't see?
My Sleeping Beauty never wakes
And soon, I will recall:
I know this much, we both are fakes
We never feel at all...
Categories:
wakes, allegory, angst, anxiety, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
The President Wakes Up Laughing
By Elton Camp
The president has been sleeping sound of late
Because of results that he had to view as great
Last night he suddenly awoke with delight
From a dream that was funny, not of fright
The GOP had decided its image to remake
And so a more fitting symbol it would take
The elephant had served them many a year
But another would make their position clear
He dreamed they considered a hawk & snake
But one different they finally decided to take
They said, “This will show our principles well
As all who see it will instantly be able to tell”
The president’s face into a grin did expand
He beheld the visage of a Neanderthal man
Categories:
wakes, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
~ the sun, due her sleep, kissed goodnight, the shy moon's cheek ... just to make him blush ~
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Monoku Pick A Picture What Cha See" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee, Sr., Sponsor. I chose picture number three. *
Categories:
wakes, metaphor, moon, sun,
Form:
Monoku
Monday – just happens 'round 5 am.
Tuesday – pretty much happens, but set alarm clock just in case.
Wednesday - alarm clock more often than not.
Thursday - alarm clock if I hear it, but sometimes I don't. Thursday's a perpetual late day.
Friday – Fear of repercussion from being late on Thursday .
Saturday – what for?
Sunday – The sunrise the bird chirps the cats wanting food. The garden, the neighborhood, breakfast with who knows who. My religion's quite offbeat, I recognize that. And Sabbath means something to me where I'm at.
Categories:
wakes, faith, health, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
As an icing dribbled dress drips bubblegum blue, caramel clouds bleed along the
chocolate sky. Black forest trees sway gently in the breeze, as she bathed in a
pool of raspberry pie.
Cake awoke under a pile of candles, and blew out the flames with her peppermint
breath. The stars shone brightly upon her crystal lit hair, as she scraped out
the filling for all that was left.
She searched for desserts, for sponges and cream, in hopes that her adventures
were far from her dreams. Hives of honey housed lamington bees, while red velvet
cats sat sleeping as they pleased.
She nibbled, she munched, she gobbled down her lunch, for she’d starved herself
famished, she’d even missed brunch!
Categories:
wakes, adventure, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of your story can be found in the difficulty!
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius in the face of adversity
Humans can cope
Holding on to the rope of certainty is a matter of faith!
Therefore, you can use pressure to rise above any situation
Because the treasure inside of you must
Come out through the evolution of pressure!
The fragility of time refines the process
And defines the courage that rages on inside the difficulty
The resilience of innovation is embedded in your imagination and
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of your story can be found in the difficulty!
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius in the face of adversity
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Categories:
wakes, change, growth,
Form:
Free verse
mornings wakes the day
Morning comes and wakes the day
to new beginnings coming
refreshed enraptured in its way
we rise to face today
Receding changing flow
over head within the sky
through soaring joys in play
Sea clouds converging
within the twilight's sun
mists of fog retreating
brings the light we need
Found life’s wondering's
in spoken hearts we stood
the tests of times did speak
moved within its progress forming
Categories:
wakes, allegory, analogy, beautiful, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse