Best Wishes Poems
Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
I’m sending to you on butterfly wings.
Pennies are wasted on a wishing well.
Pennies instead for sweet thoughts that you tell.
Oh, pennies from heaven as your heart sings
waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
and dandelion dreams you hope will come true.
I’ll click my red heels to bring them to you!
Over my rainbow, love can stay blind.
Better than Leprechaun’s gold, you will find
waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
and all of my love attached with no strings.
Close your eyes; take my hand; let yourself feel.
I’ll be your Wendy if you’ll make it real!
Fly me away to a dreamland that brings
waterfall wishes on stars with no swings.
Written Dec. 17, 2016
For Julie Leigh Rodeheaver "Whisper Sweet Nothings" Poetry Contest
If I had three wishes and knew that they’d come true.
I’d go back in time. There are things that I’d redo.
I wouldn’t do them differently and change my today.
I would do them over again, in the very same way.
To hear my mother laughing, see my dad’s twinkling eyes,
hold my now-grown children when they were infant-size,
kiss my handsome groom again on our wedding day,
or sit in our old sandbox and with my siblings play.
If I had three wishes, I’d travel through the past
to do again my favorite things to make the memories last.
Thank you for the wishes! That’s what I would do.
But I only need the one. You can keep the other two.
Date: October 24, 2018
Three Wishes Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
~2nd place
520 Standard Contest, any form
Sponsor: Brian Strand
a 1st place
A BLESSED CHRISTMAS FOR ALL WITH POETRY SOUP
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Excellent poets, together with, Gordon, Duke and Line
Each of you write poetry so fine,
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All of you have supported me from the start,
To Winged Warrior, Gershon Wolf and Owen,
For all of you Christmas cheers I throw in,
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Such awesome poets each of you a whizzer!
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Thank you for all comments that I have saved,
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As well as the whole Poetry Soup pack.
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Each one of your comments I keep in hard copy in my poetry file,
Not forgetting Agustin, Honestly J.T and of course Warren Doll
A blessed and wonderful cheerful Christmas I wish to you all,
And for my dear friend Besma although far and not near,
I wish you a heartfelt Happy New Year!
To poetry Soup admin, may your Christmas be bright,
Please don’t give us another Black Sunday Poetry fright!
I may have accidentally omitted a few names, my apologies, my Christmas
Wishes are for all and their families with Poetry Soup.
Little wishes on great big stars.
Daughter, I make a wishes for you.
Keep on growing and keep on smiling.
And I'll keep loving all that you do.
Little dreamers wishing big things.
The world is your stage to display.
You can sing and you can dance.
Enjoy all that comes your way.
Little hopes in a great big world.
Nothing can stop your free spirit.
Make some noise, play a beat.
It's beautiful music when I hear it.
Little kisses from my now big girl,
You're growing up so fast it seems.
Pretty soon you'll leave the nest
And fly after all of your dreams.
Little girl I love you,
And I love you even more.
Because I made a wish once,
And you're what I wished for.
Written April 09, 2014
You waited for this moment,
As if you were an incomplete salutation
You waited for confessional breaths to alleviate this finite evening
Missing its constellations
You wept for their sunflower touch.
A touch to engorge the gaps of your imprinted thumb
With honeysuckle madness
Dry
Another cashmere moistened parable
Hungering for ink-plated resolutions
You waited for their Haiku smile.
A smile condoning resilient waterfalls
Unto ocean’s distant memory
Aching for risky walks above coal-ridden tomorrows
No forest green pupils observing
The hindrance of time
You wished upon wishes
For blanketed convenance to warm aspiring, French kiss upon promised morn
You wrestled with downward spirals,
Uplifting loneliness from Heaven’s chasm
Lost
Enough
Regurgitated sobs reserved under no-name invitations
But, I...
…I was h e r e.
All along
©Drake J. Eszes
Wishing Well by Juke55 @ Deviant Art
I circle from pale to shade,
countless steps
around the abandoned well.
Wasted wishes rest
in dried-up depths,
we perish
in its hollows.
Promises break
but wishes will wait
to be retrieved,
granted,
cherished.
When you were the promise,
you washed over me,
permeating sacred spaces,
shrouding my soul.
I searched your changing face
for symmetry and solvency,
longing for stability.
In wrung-out wrappings,
I chilled in your deception
as I clung to the warmth
of our inception.
I trusted you.
It was easy.
You promised. I believed.
I wished the same wish everyday
that love would last.
Now, I reel in my resistance to love,
an outcast of wreckage from your ravine.
Will I ever love again?
I want to reach in to divulge a deluge
of brokenness and betrayal.
I retrace your words between
the yesterdays.
They start as whispers
then wail in echoes
off impervious walls.
Each sanguine syllable a lie,
projecting sound into a chasm of darkness.
From the depths of the wishing well,
vows reverberate from my own lips,
gently rumbling then rousing
feelings of love turned to loneliness.
If one drop of water remains
to reflect only one recollected wish,
I may find my own eyes
not yours looking back,
and in the end,
I may learn to forgive.
Maybe I will love again.
written 6/2/20 for Silent One's
Promise Contest
I wish I could walk, without feeling pain
I wish I could live, my life again.
I dream of a time when I could run like a deer
I could jump like a gazelle, with nothing to fear.
I could climb like cat and swim like fish
I can not do these things, and yet I can wish.
I can dream of a day many years gone by
I could dream and pray for that bus to pass by.
I could dream my mum missed it and didn’t get on
I could dream she forgot, my vaccination had not been done.
I can sit here and daydream day after day, and wish that jab had gone right
I can dream I am fit, but I’m not, it went wrong, and now I have learned how
to fight.
I can if not careful, wish and dream my whole life away
But there is no point in that, that’s what I say.
But the vaccine went wrong, and no wishes or dreams can it change
I just have to get on with my life, there is no sale or return or exchange.
Wishes are for kids and dreams are for bed
I wish I was a kid and could lay down my head.
I am tired and fed up and the wind is so cold
I wish I did not, suddenly feel old.
I am reading this back and thinking boy, this isn’t me
I am going to get up and with a certainty
I am going to fix that toilet for once and for all
Even if I have to rip it off, that bloody bathroom wall.
Self Pity is over and I feel a bit of a nit
And my last dream is I am back in bed with Brad Pitt.
High on the clouds, a lustrous sight
Reflecting bend of arch’s delight
As noon dips low, the late gust’s air
Paints colors bright beyond compare…
In tints that wave from pink to gold;
Along curve’s end, I do behold
Such longing to embrace its charms,
To reach out gently with my arms
In one rare moment, wishes call
For burdens gone as lines enthrall…
These hush-like breaths, these humble swings
Impart a rainbow’s lit blessings;
When at last, dear omen of peace
Gifts our fine hearth with joy’s release!
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What is at the end of your rainbow?
Couplet form only
Eve Roper's Contest
1/20/2016
A wish is hope, all dressed up
A heart that needs to sing...
And I have 3 songs today,
Hopes and wishes, that I bring...
I wish yesterday was today
So I could change some things...
I seem so much wiser now,
A different song I'd sing...
I wish I had the power
To make my fellows see...
That hate wont set the table,
But love is always free
I wish that I could write a poem
That everyone would read...
Something with a message,
To plant a fruitful seed
We all would like to think
That magic might come our way...
And that some Genie just might grant,
Our hopes and wishes for today
It’ll be an old fashioned Christmas,
with Santa due down the chute.
I bet he Purells his reindeer,
and Lysols his hazmat suit.
It’s an old fashioned Christmas.
We’ll all have on our masks,
and our muffled yuletide carols,
will be just like seasons past.
We’ll observe all the guidelines.
We’ll eat six feet apart.
We’ll have disinfectant under the mistletoe,
and keep safety in our hearts.
Sure, it’s an old fashioned Christmas.
One unique to the times.
The love this year might be careful,
but the feelings are genuine.
The Wishes of Winter
A wish upon Orion
As winter broods upon a nest
Of sheltered evergreen boughs
For hope
Cradled in a bower formed by archangel wings.
With weathered sighs,
Living in the presence of the Creator’s plan,
Winter gazes on a world come alive
In Genesis
Full of grace in pure distilled merriment.
Bronze wishes, like pennies,
Heaven sent with nascent joy
For every heart to magnify
Brilliant glory
And Noel’s anticipation to remain.
A wish upon a winter star
For memories of generous wonder awe,
Frozen in shouts of jubilation,
To nourish
Starving souls imagined by the Word and Light.
Icy solstice in hibernation
Sends a plea through longest nights
Divine whimsy to swoop away
Invading darkness
With perpetual aurora dancing dawns
Intercession implores goodwill
Permanent uncontrollable mirth
To abide in the whispers of gladness
Silver linings
New Genesis at redemption’s first watch
12-9-21
Contest: Winter Wishes
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Wish I was a snake slithering in the grass
or a big black spider on a pane of glass
Or a cobweb on the ceiling or a bug on the wall
a scarecrow in a field, ten feet tall
Wish I was a bee buzzing among the flowers
or a puppy in a puddle after a shower
I wish I was a rainbow up in the sky
or a bird, then away I would fly
But I'm just a little girl who wants to be
anything else. I just don't want to be me
“Wishes”
The things we wish to change
remain the same
~Sans love
there is no chance of
meaningful change
~Sans wisdom
it's inconceivable,
our intelligence proves futile
to our survival
~Sans the Guru’s
they can’t steal our virtue
then sell it back to us
Seek,
for the answers within
~Sans change
we shan’t flourish through time
“You only live once, but if you do it right,
once is enough”—Mae West
Happy New Year -2024
I Am Anaya
I Am Milo ,”)
Genie, I admit that I cannot believe it or conceive it,
and feel quite sure I must be dreaming or scheming it.
To submit, let me get and put on my serious britches,
convince myself your realness seeks my three wishes:
May everyone under earth’s same sun, in this world,
let the brother and sister truism be hence unfurled.
May race and gender issues lose all evident grasp
and individualism become mankind’s relevant task.
Last, render peace as universally urged, preferred,
and conferred with its splendor forever incurred.
All and all, dear genie, if you grant such wishes to me,
I believe Eden’s freedom may return for all to see.
Old wishes drift on tainted strands
gathering mist, out to the sky--
a balmy tree where our restful arms entwine
that soon... stars ebb and glimmer far
like kisses fierce, then gently tossed
into many decades of moonlight and gust.
On the last of winter's flakes,
pale shadows came for you unannounced---
I bled, agonized on piles of shattered ice
homeless within our cozy room...where are you?
And swallows reel across the tracks
my breathing low, engraved with sighs
upon dim tears and gentle rain ;
this need to grow old with you undone:
I dream no longer of new season's list
As aging years become—cold, languid
While birdsong’s hymn remind me...
How lovely your eyes are, asleep.