Best Whish Poems
What flowers do we most cherish?
Ones with such aroma they consume our senses,
as sweet purfumed, honeysuckle clad fences,
or those of brilliant hues springing boldly from the ground,
holding our eyes captive, as do pictures in clouds?
Which clouds do we most welcome?
Dreamy, soft ones of contrasting white,
sauntering seductively across baby blue skies,
or those billowing dark, mocking tidal waves at sea,
pouring life sustaining liquid to desert Joshua trees?
What trees are we most thankful for?
Bearers of fruit, so succulent and sweet;
releasing bundles of manna right at our feet,
or those with strong arms stretched over the dust,
lending cool somber shade; a resting haven for us?
Whish of us is the most beautiful?
Ones with perfect features to gaze upon,
as earthly angels dancing round kings thrones,
or those who cherish friends, and have learned life's lessons;
welcomed opportunities to give, and been thankful for blessings?
I wandered lone as I did seek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
From my thoughts about the work "I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
Repost of this one.
For Brian
"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a geek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested, and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
Contest: I Wandered Lonely As
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
Date Written: 09/20/2022
The word Geek today has many definitions or meanings. One is typically connoting an expert or enthusiast obsessed with a hobby or intellectual pursuit.
woeful wanting world wages war,
wait, woodland wakens, wondrous wind instruments,
wafting whimsically,
wood nymphs waltz,
whooping cranes whish wherever,
woodpeckers woolgathering,
woebegone withers,
worldwide peace
How I wish I can reach the sky
Bringing down the clouds to shield you from storms up high
How I wish I can reach the stars at night
Bringing light in your darkest night
How I wish I can bring a torch in every site
Litting the lives of those who need might...
If I can smoothen the coarse and dusty grounds
I will pave them all with my rough, dirty hands
If I can flatten each and every mountain
I will dig a hole to bring out a love fountain
From there all people can drink and wish
All good things... no hate, no leash
How I wish I can send a note
To everyone in this world without a hote
Thanking all of you for your warm thoughts that whish
You'll always be remembered in my dreamed swish
How I wish...
I am a kite
In splendid display
Of bobbingly weaving flight
Yet never to stray
As I’m anchored to earth
To a smiling child’s arm
To a gleeful hand
Way way down there
A child will stand
As I whish to left
And I whish to right
In this frenzied thrilling flight
Love the kid
Love the joy
Love being her pride and joy
I am a kite
In splendid display
And up here
In the wind
I wish to stay
uncanny half-moon
whish says breeze ~ eerie night owl
hoots tu-whit, tu-whoo
May 6,2022
Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Theme: Whispers Of The Wind
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
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SECOND PLACE
Bite-size Poem 43 Poetry Contest
sponsor: Line Gauthier
FLORIDA NATURE
Sky-high beech trees tower my head; big parasol to earthly grounds
Sun smiles gold drenching blue skies; warm breeze whish swaying luscious leaves
Nature tickles round brown eyes, blushing rose hugs Eden
Mistrels' tweet beckon ears to hear; classy stork flap it's wings to fly
River running slow, clear as crystals, rumble soft: hush and gush. . .
Bubbly creations, when will you know, our globe a heaven's rest?
Salad fishes darting across~~ watchful fellow shows haunting moves
Jolly chin-up catching around, tumbles along, giggles clang
Hopping squirrel, biting teeth clamps on fish, poor fellow screams!
Yellow blossoms blow fragrant smell; tall green bushes whispered groans and moans
brushing life atop dullness-- left to right then fast and slow
amidst this wild, how will I possess, some innocent eyes?
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***Inspired by Robert Butler's painting: WILD SYMPHONY
3:35 pm, March 05, 2015
There's a voice inside my head;
I've tried to shut her,
over and over again.
She speaks my language,
but I don't want to understand
her painful words that make me feel just average.
She says she knows what's best for me
but she's nothing more than a liar,
because she's just a voice inside my brain.
I'm sick of her talking,
because everywhere I go,
she keeps on her painful talking.
Maybe I should ignore her,
because this is hurting hard inside my chest:
but how will I do this, if she's inside myself?
I feel her under my skin,
she's now a part of me;
I whish it didn't exist.
She judges my moves,
my decisions and my ideas,
even my own damn words.
Now I've talked with her,
she has spoken with me,
she has confessed.
Her, ladies and gentlemen,
is what they call:
to overthink.
POEM 16 MY FUTURE IS YOU
MY FUTURE IS YOU WHEN I ABOUT MY FUTURE ALL I SEE IS YOU.
MY FUTURE IS YOU CAUSE THE WISH I MADE FINALLY CAME TRUE.
MY FUTURE IS YOU I MADE A WHISH ON THAT ONE BRIGHT STAR IN THE SKY.
MY FUTURE IS YOU THAT SOMEONE WILL LOVE ME & BE THAT SPECIAL LADY.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
MY TOMCAT ULMAN
My tomcat Ulman was in fact a whish
I found him in bed when he was on swish
He was a sly wizard
Licked a tasty lizard
Kissed her a blizzard they were in Dooish
MY TOMCAT ULMAN/ Limerick Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 21 Nov 2014
Let us take you up then
Where litanies of darkness mount the sun
Rest us on the magic night, bleakest evil oars
Arid pair of sleepy rebels float, limbs and root
Pretending what we are, reversed dreams of fields
Open as the window that is life, or so it seems
Hear the whish of mindful trees and zombie bark
Let us take you down, in dionysian diction
Where reality fluffs it’s cranberry tendrils
Where “real” is just a latin undulation of noise
my birthday is approaching and everyone's not sure what to do
but Lord I whish they knew that every day is my birthday with you,
you give me many gifts to use to help others on their way
you always give me the right words to say
you Give us your love unconditionaly and you provide us with all that we need
so every single day is so very special indeed
so it's not important what people say or do
for the Most precious Gift in life will always be you.
Jesus takes away our past and he tells us not to worry about tommorow so just be happy
every day with him by your side every day is our birthday with Jesus in our life his love is
the greatest gift of all that's why everyday is called the PRESENT. he loves us eevry second
of everyday and will neevr turn us away Amen
Oh wow a mystic meaning manifesting majestic majorities. In a purple eclipse. In a towel hung geometrically on a towel rail. Hum then. Queues upon queues of geometricians on hoops. Linguistic lingering then. Leaping. 1 2 3 static clothes horse jump. And a sanctimonious tissue paper lovingly caressing a bottle of detergent. At once a wish a washing machine rises up and leaves a building for to wash is to wipe and to wipe is to wait and wonder. And how remarkable that the pin in a drawer can magnify a strip of wood. Glowering in a wonderful way. And appeasing the western void. Of a characterful carrot and clam dinner singing harmonically on a plate. In a cousin related dramatic arai. But no whish of whiskey in a dropped out ball gown. Rusting in a charity shop. Smiling and smirking at a coherent cigarette from a dusty lip. And its two three four then. Formational freeing fraternity. And still the wide mouth of a citronella candle corpse should stay the same until an opulent petulant money gram steals the floor in a televised and videoed event. Yet to arrive is here and yet to come is a dramatic drum kit to attain gold medal status at the high jump and the javelin and the synchronized swim from a swarm of swords. Echo not a pattern of viola or cello. And chomping is a dawn chorus of worm digging wading birds. Data derisive design. Hahaha put a skirt on a mind and sip not strip. Hahaha put on a suit and shift around a floor in a bobble hat. Hahahaha mystified snowman. Xxxxxx pie of picture. Xxxxx drawling draw lines. Xxxxxxx Neruda Herodotus z xxxxx amplitudes z this is the p y q reporting live from a tent carrying a wisk, a cattle grid and a plain arched waltzing walnut. Pickle that at 89.0 *** s y what z z z z z z z z.z-zz!
I was the one with words
To comfort you
I was the one who’s
Love was true
I was the one with
Open arms
I was the one
Who shielded you
From harms
I was the one was
Dedicated
It was you
And your love that
I appreciated
I was the one
Who expressed
With silence in the air
I am the one who
Will always care
But now that’s changed
You left me stranded
I’m sitting here lost in
Thoughts of you that
Leave me enchanted
I miss you everyday
I watch my life around me
Crumble and whish
You never went away
You’ll never find the “second best”
And if you do she’ll love you less
You left me here feeling dead
You poisoned me
It was your love to what I fled
Overprotected by the blood relation
Locked away and being reared
Into what they think will be
“The perfect creation”
Rumors of you and me
Flowing like rivers
Without you here
I’m brimming with shivers
Blow a kiss and run through air
Leave our past but find nowhere
Tears that just fall
You don’t remember me at all
How could this happen to me
Every memory and every action
Arises our passion our love and attraction
But now that’s gone into space
Where the stars embrace it
So that when it gets darker they will
Show me the way bit by bit…