Best Weld Poems
Loving you is easy as the heart sings into your heaven
Come kiss me sugar before the snow melts
Stunning visions before the mirrors a flame sparks
As two white doves in eternal faithfulness weld us together
Standing an adoring torch within a breathtaking ray of sunlight
Dreams that were answered, within soft tenderness beauty and love
Always when you enter number one smiles
Love's paradise ruby wine flows warm
I will forever find you interesting sweet dreams
as you make me forget everything that lies behind
Many moons searching distant horizons
Coming out slowly from the light my dear
As I stared into the stars thoughts within you entered
Brilliant beauty a miracle dawns new horizons
Darling captivating your precious light holds me
Each time seeing you is like I have known you a lifetime beyond anything
We travel down the starlit path only for eternity
Heaven's whisper creating our future and dreams
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
24.02.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
In times of plight I seek for you,
When rivers freeze and left are few,
While sorrow strikes, among the meek,
O’er the winds, and under the creeks,
It's you who then I wish to seek.
Mirth adorned in your silhouette,
In times of war, all when stale and vain,
The picture of you, is tainted coaled,
Relinquishing my soul, from the cold,
I seek to weld, our belted bond.
While the willow, in her bow'r sleeps,
drooping to the sunset steep,
like silver pellets along my chest;
they pierce through and caress,
At times like these, you seek for me.
Forward, Unfazed;
Not a moment to waste!
I long to bask in your estate,
Of short and glorious, evanescence!
I've come to seek, your essence!
18/8/19
Edward Ibeh
I Believe- Era
Written: September 22, 2023
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Shimmering shadow sinks sandy saffron shrouds
Beneath azure skies, wispy wise wool clouds.
Incalescences in a skid, distinct buds in the weld
Wobbly whirl seesaw weirds the whole head.
Viewing nature in the inner of a transient scoop.
Nature's many blooms, rich giving stake loop
She has an exquisite spirit and endless talent.
Stamp tenure, time of year, and seen patent
As the sun dips lower, the colors ignite,
A symphony of gold, a breathtaking sight.
Leaves dance in the breeze, a fiery ballet,
Autumn's magic casting its golden display.
Trees stand tall, adorned in vibrant attire,
Their branches reach higher and higher.
Each leaf a brushstroke of amber and red,
A masterpiece painted by nature's hand.
The air is crisp, with a hint of wood smoke,
The scent of harvest lingers, a comforting cloak.
Crisp apples and pumpkins, ripe for the taking
As Autumn's embrace leaves senses awaking.
The meadows and fields, a tapestry of gold,
A canvas of beauty, a sight to behold.
Wildlife frolics, amidst the golden sea,
Squirrels gather acorns, busy as can be.
The deer gracefully graze, their antlers held high,
A scene of tranquility beneath the autumn sky.
Birds migrate, their wings in utopian formation,
Nature's orchestra creates a symphony of elation.
The sunsets, casting a warm golden glow,
As Autumn's Symphony continues to grow.
The days grow shorter, the nights longer,
As nature prepares for winter somber.
But in this moment, this golden embrace,
Autumn's beauty leaves no trace.
So let us revel in Autumn's golden symphony,
As she paints the world in hues of ecstasy.
Pondering cromulent forms of love
I look around; down, then up combined, as
Scintillia of hope soothes my spine
Supine on mighty force of faith, for
My mine is snug in cool dark chocolate, and
Ethereal lights; sweet solitude and bliss, I have kissed -
Warm canopy of night reminds me of this, as
I celebrate blues... blue sky, blue sea, blues melody.
You may weld primordial walls, but I'll sing, cause
My history is rich beyond slave ships
Rich beyond white houses, white picket fence;
Oh, I'm rich beyond this skin I'm in
Go ahead! weld primordial words; I'd rather sing
I'll warm your walls with nightingale's wit, so
Won't you put asunder aged fears?
Freedom flows from heaven's ineffable joy within,
Won't you share in its dynamism?
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Entry for C.T. "Four Walls' contest
Within my breast still boils like summer clouds
Passion and longing_ desire to be held
Like one afraid of summer's thundercloud
Feeling secure, warm, loved to his body weld
What happened to that flame; did glacier flow
Icing even small ember tucked away?
When did the last bit of scented smoke blow?
Love on different plane now exsist everyday
The new rose on the trellis grows pale buds
Soon to flower mature_ then loss of power
Sad plight each goes full circle fall with thud
Passionate love with a thud soft flower
Love's passion filled veins now clogged arteries
Cleansing required maybe just bilberries
Written: September 27, 2023
Love Poem Contest Darla Seely
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A poem full of glee and love,
Poke with a rant, a bee-hued as a dove,
Tied into a pair of rich-soul,
In a song of lust, a warm role.
Hush at ease,
Keen opus, fuel the kees.
Body area mold and weld,
A love lilt will bind us as we meld.
With a soft kiss, lips meet with balm,
In this holy cup, feel the vibe of calm.
Lame, warm up the skin,
The ogle spell and the opia fire win.
Eyes shut soul to soul,
Deep crux, zeal goal.
Grin at will, mind teem with glee,
To show that cheer and love, ne'er flee.
All true, Love's has a firm trek,
For me and you, ever peck.
Wrap me in a cozy hug,
The vast boon of love and tug.
So let us glow each day,
In this love poem, the soul will stay.
Love, an art with lines so tall,
Egos rule over all.
You sink deep.
Without even touching you,
I feel you ripple across my skin.
When your fingers move, I feel them
curl around mine -burning across
all the obsolete space between us-
I'm always having to
swallow my heart back,
clenched teeth shoving rebellion
down my throat. Nothing but a
raw excuse for flesh-
because somehow you've
completely enveloped that as well.
All the life juice is drained out, now.
I'm pumping you through my veins
and you're such a poor substitute for blood,
seeping fire through all my bones
while they crack with anticipation,
melting marrow
into your upturned mouth.
And I don't even think you know it.
I've become this trembling torn-corner
flutter of crimson,
with your face in my mind
and your eyes filling mine
and all available edges, lashes and
fingertips knitted to yours.
and your voice trying to weld all
the broken things back together.
You sink deep.
LEAVING BOYHOOD BEHIND
White shirt 'n' school tie to blue-collar, dress-code is changing with age
From schooldays to pay-days, from homework to hard work
School bells and game playing to work's whistle and wage earning
With new mates, dirty jokes and smoking, oh where has my boyhood gone?
Seven-thirty start time to five-thirty finish, playtime is shortening with age
From footy-boots to work-boots, from school cap to flat-cap
Five hour days and school clock to nine hour days and time-clock
With clocking on, punch cards and overtime, oh where has my boyhood gone?
Sitting with the lads and a big mug of tea, some things taste different with age
From cream soda to warm beer, from tu'penny mix to filter-tips
Learning piecework rates and new skills, paying union subs and betting slips
***-packet backs, sledge-hammers and betting, oh where has my boyhood gone?
Working with Paddy in the oven's fiery heat, this is much too hot at any age
From cold iron bar to white hot, from straight angle-bar to boiler-flange
From the furnace to the big rolls and bend it, working fast before
Lift it out, knock it flat and weld it, oh where has my boyhood gone
In the Boiler-shop to learn fabrication, things mustn't drop apart with age
From marking out to Oxy-gas cutting from riveting to electric arc welding
Not much in the way of protection with no heath 'n' safety laws here
With air-hammers, no ear-plugs or goggles, oh where has my hearing gone?
Moving big metal sheets down the plate-shop, I must be getting stronger with age
From plate stack to marking out table from load stable to not very safe
Two tons of metal on the pulley, the chain slips and it's down with a bang
Metal crashing, men jumping and cursing, oh where has my life nearly gone
Day-release Thursday at college, lessons still needed with age
From going to Derby and back again, from going by bus to car driving
The Lacarno dance-hall at lunch-time, try chatting up girls for some fun
A quick jive, some posing and a coffee, oh where has my boyhood gone
Dating girls at the week-end and hoping, urges get stronger with age
From meeting up early to dancing, from front seat to back seat for fun
Babysitting her niece on a Tuesdays this gives us some time on our own
Snogging, heavy petting and much further... boyhood gone
We’re gonna grow you,
slop you and slow you...
Just as the moles do-
in and out of holes,
in and out of food.
What did I just brew?
Where are my hands on the shelf?
Clearing out the pastries like the little people’s elf’s-
jumping and cheering like we’ve got nobody else-
to sell,
to weld,
or baby... to be held.
I race the reaper to the melt,
let mush and mash and safety nets blast!
Get common,
get into a mass!
Why are you so fast!?
Why am I not on a mast?
Sailing this ship is why I take the past to my ass!?
**** you history!
**** you lazy lizardry!
I am misleading,
I am blistering!
What a fake **** you take to the depot truck!
Dump dump,
dump dump!
I hate that chump!
I hate fake trucks!
**** you man on top!!!!!
**** you Eminem bump!
Dizzy dazzy in a laugh,
dizzy Dazzy in a blast from ya past,
come and getta' pass,
free face flex,
and you know you’ll tap that ass.
Beattin’ in a bump,
we all take some chumps,
pull um down,
pull um down,
we gotta frown to the man who puts us down...
Whata fake stroke a’ luck to the beater of the buck!
Spit it out!
Give us hugs!
Give us hugs!
Give us hugs!
Give us hugs!
We’ve gotta love too young to bus-
transfer,
fudge,
or even lust,
we’ve gotta trust in each other when we must,
hit hard against the repeater even if we’re dust!
Poets plunged in primate pain
Hear my rustic roar resounding
Tattle at the table again
Joy from justice shambles rebounding
Weld here the way to whole us
Out of the fragments of our distrust.
This gender war must end
Self must relent and pride must bend.
Too many are meandering in mettle broken self
Children like lost sheep bleating
I cannot keep the canker on the shelf
The strong the weak is strangling and beating
The blood is on our hands
O we with wealth of voice must proclaim
A new effort to heal the broken bands,
Let us for love and joy wing now the flame.
Where are the homes where flowers bloom
And conversations can agree
The hurt of love is the bridge of gloom
In surrender I walk free.
We are complements and not opposites
The challenge can wring us dry
O let each at the devil spits
Happiness is the courage to defy.
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
no ones allowed to turn back time?
No quarter given to right their wrongs,
forgiveness for the things they've done;
Worked too hard, grew up too fast,
and all that gave me was a past;
no credit given for deeds I've done;
critically examined by everyone;
Forever judged by one mistake,
It's not the only one I made;
I tried and failed to make them see,
the judged mistake was so tiny;
If they could see inside my mind,
they'd be afraid of what they'd find;
What lurks beneath cloaked in disguise,
trapped inside by watchful eyes;
No matter how deep the grudge,
I am myself my own worst judge;
For we all hide within ourselves,
cloaked in shadow the sins we weld;
But when our time is finally near,
we realize our own worst fear.
my mind alone is where I'll be,
so dark and lonely no one can see;
It's my mind alone I have to fear;
my sins enlarged beyond compare;
You find yourself like all the rest,
failing to credit good deeds past;
Trapped inside your minds own eye,
you watch as you begin to die.
Forgetting right, remembering wrong,
I focus now on those I've harmed;
I want a chance to take it back,
and give you the life you should have had;
I am sorry I was not there,
selfish me how much I cared;
You both grew just grew up too fast,
before I knew it my life was past;
Now I sit all alone,
wondering where my life has gone;
Was I so selfish? my sins so great?
My soul cries out my heart still shakes;
Will you forgive my being late,
or the times I could not wait?;
So my precious little one;
now I am the vulnerable one;
At your mercy I beg you please;
just one more day is all I need;
I want a chance to make it right,
not just your day but entire life;
I'd take it back if I could,
and finish what was left undone;
Cloak of guilt hard to shed;
accountable to all who cared;
Sword of judgment in our hands;
if we fail to make amends;
So please let me turn back the time
and be at peace in my own mind.
The other day I wore your shoes in the rain
They fit so well but still brought pain
Someone asked, “Why wear them then?”
I answered, “They bring me close to my son again.”
I wore your shirt the very same day
It was a Volcom shirt in a shade of grey
A touch of your cologne and it smelled like you
It gave my heart something to cling to
Remember the thirty cents you left for me
It’s in my pocket to set me free
That quarter and nickel you last held
Binds our souls like the strongest weld
Your baseball hat with the sweat-stained brow
I never really appreciated it til now
It’s too small to fit on my head
So I wear it proudly in my heart instead
Yesterday I finally turned off your phone
I cried, son, it made me feel so alone
Today I’m using it with my number instead
It ties us together like the strongest thread
Your music is the best gift of all
For in it I can hear your heavenly call
An un-silenced voice always there to hear
A love that draws me ever near
With all these gifts I hope to move on
Like the sun rising upon a new day’s dawn
I will think of you with every step I take
And in your shoes lessen my grieving ache
Loving you is easy as the heart sings into your heaven
Come kiss me sugar before the snow melts
Stunning visions before the mirrors a flame sparks
As two white doves in eternal faithfulness weld us together
Standing an adoring torch within a breathtaking ray of sunlight
Dreams that were answered, within soft tenderness beauty and love
Always when you enter number one smiles
Love's paradise ruby wine flows warm
I will forever find you interesting sweet dreams
as you make me forget everything that lies behind
Many moons searching distant horizons
Coming out slowly from the light my dear
As I stared into the stars thoughts within you entered
Brilliant beauty a miracle dawns new horizons
Darling captivating your precious light holds me
Each time seeing you is like I have known you a lifetime beyond anything
We travel down the starlit path only for eternity
Heaven's whisper creating our future and dreams
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
24.02.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
Neighbor
Babul Ahmed
We have two well
Everywhere in the middle of
the Virgin River flowing.
Your home on the north side
I, along with the southern windows.
Every morning, facing East
We see both sunrise,
Road, the western horizon
Scarlet red beam bent-law of shame.
Our feet below the soil
Soft or dust dhusara agricultural soils
Rivers flowing below,
Constantly flowing beneath brings.
The smell of the soil, rice Kaun.
Only the sky over our heads.
Its dense blue or ash color dhusarata
One more red sun or
Baby Krishna black cloud confusion,
Stars in the night, all the same
Galaxies, wain, the North Star, or Venus,
Paint-stained firefly night anymore.
Batasatao so ina r ÿ cameli air,
Jasmine or Shefali, Belly, easterly haoyaya
Sail boat, row, bucolic melody, issued row.
Vortex air route dust, straw, kite reel,
Bagatta predictable. Our skin color
Light brown or bright Shyamala,
Our wagtail sisa, Manik weld
Rice myna, pilgrimages, Crow,
Lily striped bisahari swelling.
The river flowing through the center of our two
His babble, transparent salila, frisky fish,
Flag waves on the border of the dissection.
Unknown to all but silent concert
Ganga flows from the Buriganga.
Sylhet 1 April 015, 11:05 am
My neighbor, Pete, is very frustrated
For two weeks he has been constipated
Then, in Poetry Soup
I heard him yell, "Whoop Whoop!"
His laxative had been activated!
He eats spicy food and lot of legumes
Where he shows up, a gaseous cloud looms
Pete is kinda kinky
When he makes a stinky
He likes breathing in his odorous fumes
Beth's twenty years married to Pete Cooper
When he didn't flush, she said a blooper
Pete left a huge floater
And now I will quote her,
"Pete's poops always leave me in a stupor!"
One time dumbass Pete clogged up his commode
After his bowels dropped a giant load
Beth called in a plumber
Who was even dumber
He just watched as the toilet overflowed
Pete's a n a l gases continue to leak
Can't stand being around them cause they reek
When his farts are expelled
I threaten a butt weld
To solder it shut, Pete is such a freak!
No one sits near Pete at the town meeting
No friendly smiles does he get in greeting
People are of like mind
Beware of his behind
When his flatulence keeps on repeating
Beth's face becomes twisted into a scowl
She told Pete that she's throwing him the towel
Next time his fecal matter
Is 'neath the lid in splatter
She'll not clean his crap stains again. They're foul!
She won't wash skid marks from his briefs either
Nor cook bean casseroles for him neither
Beth's taken a firm stand
Gave Pete a reprimand
She's hoping that soon he'll want to leave her