Best Way Of Saying Poems
We have our routine to perfection
Our way of saying I love you and
Wouldn’t want to live without you
We’re a strong solid team you and I
We are going to make it through this
Home is when I’m with you
The incessant flow of aches and pains
All those appointments and treatments
We don’t blow things out of proportion
Or make a fuss about how things used to be
We’ve moved on taking it one day at a time
Home is when I’m with you
Now when my arms wrap around you
Softly resting your head on the pillow
We simultaneously raise your legs
Gentle as a ballet that’s well rehearsed
Swiveling you comfortably in bed to rest
Home is when I’m with you
I bundle you in warm cozy blankets
Cuddle up with whispers well into the night
Pressed one against the other
Caressing the nook of your neck
Spooning you till one of us falls asleep
Home is when I’m with you
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAN'T IMAGINE~ 2020
Submitted on April 18, 2019 for contest VERSES OF METAPHORS 3 sponsored by LU LOO - RANKED 1ST
The pale white skies, with a tint of setting sunlight,
Spread across the horizon beyond the hill
Gray bark, tall pines and the oak stood proud
Holding their proof of spectacular seasons passed
Wind blown snow hug the tree trunks like marshmallows
Decorative slopes, frozen in collective time
Winter has a way of saying, everything will be alright
As it leaves behind these calm scenes that resonate
Always showing quiet peace, in drifts after the storms
Heidi Sands
1/18/24
(C)opyright
A shades poet, writing in blacks quailed ink,
Expressing emotions by a poetic pallet of diversity,
On a canvas rainbow bursting forth across the
Horizon at dawns first light.
Imaginations dream seeker, walking amongst
The clouds, in heaven's meadows above.
Inspiration's muse, she'll never realize what
A simple comments pleasure, can give to
Lighten up someones day.
I've read eloquence's words placed upon the
Lab top screen before me, and felt tears sorrow,
Exhilaration’s heights of elevation.
Through her words of poetic thoughts placed
Within lines.
Getting to know another person, and so now
Calling her a friend.
We the bards are becoming a rare breed,
Unique each one of us, in our own ways,
But in retrospective similarities sharing the
Same traits and needs.
To write, to express, and use our intense
Imaginations, to take others along with us,
In a journey beyond physical limitations,
Beyond body and mind.
She calls herself Poet Destroyer, but in
Reality's truth, she is not destruction’s poetic
Slayer, but instead an angel of
Compassion helping those whom need guidance.
What is the meaning of life, I've heard this
Asked many times before?
My personal opinion to this question is
To make some kind of difference in this
World.
To touch another's persons life in some way,
Special,
Poet Destroyer you've touched mine,
And this is my way of saying thank you.
Happy Birthday to come my friend.
Always Cheri.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Love
I wish I could tell how I feel
but I'm better with actions more than words
yet today I am just too far out of reach
I should apologize but you already know I'm sorry
so this is no time for sorrys
but still I'm sorry
I'm a little excited and I have no idea what to say
I could start with a cliche
like I am Earth and you are the Sun
and I just can't help but orbit around you
I'm not an artist, but I'm just drawn to you
Cheesy and a terrible pick up line
but hey can you blame me
you make my brain lose thought
and my heart skip a beat
Love, you are my everything
And I wish I could give you my eyes
let you see yourself through my eyes
for you to see how special you are to me
for you to see the beauty in you I see
Unlike these carbon clay cut outs
you are beautiful from the inside out
I act so sheepishly when I see you from afar
I know you can tell
for I know you see me
duck behind a tree
just so we can play a brief game of hide and seek
my own symbolic way of saying you found me
you found me from the darkest place I was trapped in
I can't thank you enough
I've never been so happy
just staring within your smile
just staring within your gateway to your soul
your very warm soul
Love, you are my everything
If I could spend forever
right here under the clouds
right here under the stars
on a checkered picnic blanket
with your hand in mine
your head resting on my shoulders
I will be the luckiest duck in the world
no matter how much I say I'm nothing
no matter how much I say I'm just another ugly duckling
Love, you are everything to me
Love, you give me all the confidence in the world
to be more than what I am
Love, you are everything
Love, I know you are asleep
but I hope my message won't disturb you
for you are my Sleeping Beauty
and I your noble prince
please dream softly until you awake
with butterfly eyes
to my gentle kiss, to my gentle words
Love, I love you
Love
Love
Love, will you marry me
Uncanny the feeling how
my soul knows yours
It was in a silent
dark emptiness
when yours cried out
mine answered
Waking my very being
from a deep slumber
How do I rationalize
the call of one soul
to another
beckoning to mine
It's pull like that
of the moon
on the earth's water
each night
enticing it, compelling
mine to respond
As if they held a physical
link of some kind Inviting
me to come to you
As if perhaps they
had lived in another
life together
In another
lifetime happy
and their cries are
their way of saying
they only want
what once was
One day, one time, God spoke to me.
The Creator who knows everything supposedly,
had a question that needed answering from yours truly.
"You're always helping others in need less fortunate than you,
and many of these people aren't particularly liked by you.
Why do you do all of the charitable things that you do?
What's your reward? What's in it for you?
Most times you commit these acts anonymously,
so you receive no recognition, no praise, no publicity.
I Am All And Know All but this baffles me.
Why do you do what you do SillyBilly?"
My reply to my Creator was simply,
"The meek shall inherit the earth and live heavenly
as promised by my Creator of all that is and will ever be.
My Creator has shared that People Helping People is the key
and I'm just doing what I can to relieve my Creator from some of the responsibility.
It's just my way of saying, Thanks For Creating Me."
My Creator then looked sadly down upon me
and said, "I don't know how to say this, but I'm very sorry.
You are hereby sentenced to hell for all eternity.
I need to work on this. Guess you could say it's my pet peeve,
but I don't tolerate any of they who brown nose their deity."
My time spent in hell has dispelled all of the rumors
about God not having a dark sense of humor.
I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
When I think of life without you,
It makes me cry. It makes me cry.
Oh, so many moments we've shared together,
From romping mischief and tummy rubs to those pesky fleas;
And nothing’s better than my puppy’s kiss;
You always try your very best to please.
You always curl up with me on the bed.
You always meet me at the door.
You run and jump and bark with such excitement.
Yes, Buddy, I know you couldn’t love me more.
And when all others fail me, Buddy,
My best friend is always there.
Through my very worst of times,
Your eyes and your attention said, “I care”.
Five to seven years for every one of mine
Is so little time... it’s hardly fair.
It must be God’s way of saying,
“Love them now… and well.
There’s precious little time to spare”.
But, if I should go before you, Buddy,
Love your new master without reserve;
And they will love you as you love them.
It’s what a great pup like you deserves.
I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
Whispers of weeping willows beckon me,
“Forget the rain; get ready for a ride!”
On a magic carpet I soar o’er sea
Worldly troubles melt away as I glide
To another world where flora is lush
There are no signs of civilization
As I land next to a pink butterfly
Against my elbow this creature does brush
Have I begun a new incarnation?
That can’t be, for I know I didn’t die
All is still, not a hush
And even by my best calculation,
Nary a soul is lingering nearby
But creatures aplenty bid me good day
Seeing a long-necked giraffe makes me smile
He bows his neck and soon goes on his way
How lucky I feel! This trip is worthwhile
From the forest a lion approaches
Gentle as a lamb, he purrs at my feet
As I reach over to pick a red rose,
Not one thorn encroaches
Wafting through the air an aroma sweet,
A welcome sense of serenity grows
From the brook beside me a large trout jumps;
Splashing is his way of saying hello
Now why was I feeling down in the dumps?
When twilight descends, the forest’s aglow
With lavender, amber, pink hues and more
This is the harmony ancestors knew
And as I lie down, my spirits revive
Gone are things I abhor
My, this fantasy was long overdue
And I feel so blessed just to be alive
*Entry for Cyndi’s “AN ODE TO SMALL COMFORTS ON A RAINY AFTERNOON” contest
There was young man from Lancs
who had a strange way of saying thanks.
With his mate Billy
they'd do something silly
like rolling in the mud down the banks.
I write so when i'm wrong i'm still right,
I fly words like planes the wright brothers rite?
This is nothing new you could of knew what i'd do.
After ware and tear I wonder where you could wear a new outfit.
Go to the store to get chips, fruit snacks too, not a pack maybe two.
I wish I had a rode mic to use on the road,
Or a face cam to record while I rowed.
I just yawned but we're almost there, that's their way of saying they're tired.
The letter after S is a T, in my white tee, I drink tea and sing the alphabet.
In Spanish I know Si, yes I like the sea, someday i'll see, after my A B C's.
Pare look on my face with a pair of pears being tasted.
I sent cents to the scent store cause tax for her perfume was 4 pennies more.
I turn the bass low so I don't scare the bass in the water.
The tigers prey while I pray.
Duel fighters dual.
I meddle, in the mettle, until I get the medal.
Wether they know it or not the weather might change whether they like it or not.
They're on their way over there now.
I'm sure my principal knew the principles.
I'm about to cite what I sight on the site tonight alright.
You can vote at a poll in the north pole.
I bawled when I seen I was bald.
You ever seen a bear bare naked?
Don't bark up the wrong bark of tree.
Is the word “fart” a naughty word
Hope not... I find it cute and giggly
But don't go by me, my mind is a little warped
Words are just words with letters strung together
Strange how any mention of our private parts
Should never be said in public
“Uvula” sounds really naughty
But the dictionary describes it as
“a fleshy extension at the back of the soft palate
That hangs above the throat”
Now if that doesn't sound naughty, I'll eat my shorts!
Here's an old English expression... “bollocks”
Of German origin... related to BALL
And how about “tit”
Again the old dictionary says
“refers to a small New Zealand bird called a “tit”
How can just three innocent letters strung together
Cause little old ladies to titter!
Last but not least we have “dong”
Sounds like a gong as in a bell
So I guess that's where the old expression comes from
“I sure rang his bell!
In closing, I'd like to say this
I had a freaking good time writing this one
But we all know what “freaking” is
It's a sort of polite way of saying
The granddaddy of all swear words
Just seven letters starting with an “f”
It's “farting” of course, what were YOU thinking?
© Jack Ellison 2014
At the end of their shows
Both Roy Rogers and Dale,
On horseback, would sing the same song.
It was meant, I suppose,
And it never did fail,
As a sweet way of saying “So long!”
For the message conveyed
As they crooned their farewell
Was, “We’ll see you again very soon;”
And the smiles they displayed,
More than words, would compel
Us to know that would be opportune.
So my husband and I,
When we’re taking our leave
Of our grandson, will sing “Happy Trails;”
And he knows it’s goodbye
But I truly believe
That more sweetness than sadness prevails.
When you leave me, nothing will ever be the same again,
You have taught me so much and your love was never ending,
I will never forget the way you smiled and the way you made the ones around you feel safe,
This poem may not rhyme, but the words I feel for you are not in any dictionary,
therefore rhymes are impossible,
you have been my rock, my reliable, strong rock, but now my rock is floating away and soon I will never see my rock again.
I wont lie and say everything was grand,
we have never really met eye to eye,
and we have hurt each other with our words, but words would never hurt our heart if we did not feel love,
that is all I feel for you,
love.
This is my love letter to you, my way of saying thank you,
thank you for the laughs and the cries and the ups and the downs,
this is my everlasting gratitude.
I love you.
I THOUGHT YOU NEVER ASKED
This morning the taste of mint and chocolate
Upon my tongue
My exposed nipples under my silky gown
you whisper words in my ear
that I never heard before
I sigh! with admiration as I tiptoe
to reach for your kiss
I put my arms around your neck
You whispered softly
Make me hard with your eyes
Be my dark surprise
Ha! Ha!
Why the laughter?
Babe! it my way of saying yes!
Oh! yes! oh yes
and more
Ode to a Writer
Who will find it?
my consonants of Gold,
and vowels of Silver,
my pearls of poetry,
and rubies of writing,
Who will find me?
So, I can be paid
the Big, Big bucks?,
So I can hob knob
with Who's Who,
and lecture them
on such and such.
Publishers out there,
I got plots to pitch,
ideas to discuss,
Ways to make you rich
But All in All,
I'm tired of waiting
And God,
I've been praying
for that right way of saying,
Sir, would you, Uh
Ma'am, could you, Um.
What if I Uh
Maybe I could Um.
Who will find it?
my consonants of Gold,
and vowels of Silver,
my pearls of poetry,
and rubies of writing.
NoelsArt
Comments: Like many of us, I hope to be discovered, go “viral”. I like the “Sir, would, Uh”, shows my shyness, awkwardness, wanting and fearing fame I guess. FEEDBACK WELCOME.