Best Wonderful Poems
Cool wind whispers on the breeze
Shimmering sunshine warms the autumn leaves
Dragonflies dance over a sparkling lake
Slithering silently is a sleepy snake
Beauty surrounds, just open your eyes
Embrace our world, its simply paradise
Blackbirds sing a sweet song
Tunefully twittering all day long
Farmers plough the patchwork fields
The seasons provide; nature yields
Our bountiful earth God reveals
Nature plays its hand
Rain rejuvenates our land
Oceans blue surround us
Flowing freely without fuss
Spring and summer
Autumn and winter
They always appear
Creating our year
Our beautiful
Simply wonderful
World
10~19~14
Contest :I do not know
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
~awarded 3rd place~
(Rhyme)
How truly wonderful and awesome You are to all of us God,
You shower me with all Your blessings and your glowing Grace;
As days and years of my life rushes by quicker than any flashing light,
I 'am just looking forward till I get to see your divine and sweet face
Everything around me just shows me that You really live here for us,
And I don't care if some of you choose to deny that He really exists,
You are in my heart and my soul and always will be here close to me,
I can see You walking right beside me all the time, in my mind's eyes
How wonderful You are to me! my sweet and wonderful Lord and King!
The whole world sings You songs and praises of worship and glory,
You created us in Your own image and made everything for us pure and good,
But man dissobeyed and sinned and brought evil and death in everything
As God saw all this happened and sin corrupting inside every man mortal's soul
He sent down His only Son Jesus, to die for us on the cross and make us whole.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Aka Ladylove
copyright@2005
November,30,2014
The trees are given
to you, to me
The clouds are given
to us, for free
The grass turns green
overnight, prithee
The birds sing sweet
as the honeybee
And if all this seems
too wonderful to be
The whole Earth belongs
to the Lord, you see
~ Gershon Wolf, April 09, 2021 ~
This beautiful journey begins
From a courtship routine
The male perch themselves on leaves
And create a glorious scene
Waiting for a female
Just to fly on by
Now he has his chance
But, she’ll be the one to decide
The male needs to find out
Whether she’s been fertilised
If she’s already pregnant
He’s soon going to realise
She’ll release a powerful chemical
Which is called ‘pheromone ‘
That tells him she’s unavailable
So he might have to fly and roam
Soon after they have mated
She looks for a place to lay
Laying her tiny eggs
Mostly oval in shape
She can lay two hundred or more
Just in a single day
But she needs to find a milkweed
On this beautiful sun spring day
The tiny little caterpillars
Start to grow inside
Eggs no bigger that a pin heads
And thats no word of a lie
They feed on the milkweed
And the enzymes in the egg
Until these little caterpillars
Start growing up really big
Now when they hatch
From their eggs
They will eat and eat and eat
Eating up everything
Of those milkweed leaves
They will start expanding
Getting bigger and bigger
Shedding their skin several times
Now that is really clever
Then they just stop eating
And know their time has come
For their stunning transformation
Four stages have begun
They’re find a special twig or leaf
And hang them-selves upside down
Then spin a silky cocoon
Where they won’t be found
It’s called metamorphosis
Turned into a shiny chrysalis
Inside the caterpillars’ changing
Into a beautiful butterfly
It dissolves itself into a soup
That’s truly organised
Inside a process is taking place
It’s forming disc’s, a body, a face
This wonder of nature you can see
When they emerge victoriously
This transition takes some time
For the birth of an exquisite butterfly
One of nature’s beautiful scenes
Celebrating new birth in spring
The reproduction of a butterfly
A remarkable cycle, that does not die
© Copyright KC.Leake
6th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
Winter crept in secretly with a smile upon her face
Dressing my garden silently with a veil of gossamer lace
A snowflake falls onto my hand; I admire its exquisite form
Its beauty is momentary as it melts on my skin so warm
Small children have such fun as they frolic in the snow
I see them playing happily, their cheeks have a rosy glow
There are imprints of snow angels that the children love to make
Children run inside for hot drinks and warm cookies that I bake
Snowmen are built so skilfully - they seem to touch the sky
Sadly they melt when the thaw arrives, small children often cry
Trees shiver in the bitter winds; Jack Frost points his icy fingers
Icicles sparkle on the trees, Jack’s chilly artwork lingers
Snowdrops raise their sleepy heads and peer out from the snow
Spring will soon be on her way and daffodils will be on show
Couplet Time Contest Sponsored by Rick Parise
08~23~16
Blink if the title drew your eyes in
See, the breadth of our human functionality
Sparks interest
Curiosity
Thankfully, no evil kitty cats were killed because of it.
But, humanity continues its descent.
We live in a world of blasphemous sacrifices
Judgmental stares
And vicarious living
A world where identities are being kidnapped
Assaulted
By ill-defined pronouns and verbs from
Blogger’s egotistical delight
Yet, we crave to be free & think for ourselves.
We used to live in a world where “boys” never expressed their emotions
Yet, today, they are criticized for mansplaining
But, beg us to be a dictator in the sheets
Oh, the lust of hypocrisy’s tongue knows
No bounds
Pre-emptive screams, the only “logical” sound
As critical loudmouths burn off pounds
Of social media dislikes
While they stare at their obese internal sadness
…
We live in a world
Where love is defined by what humanity’s online profile
Shows on their Relationship Status
Not the private memories
Not the personal moments
The less we share online, the less we care offline!
Everybody wants to know about everybody else
In order to forget about themselves
Insecurities abound,
Another red herring in their chilled soup
They dance with spoonfuls of illegitimate intimacy
Spinning their self-declarations round robin
But, refuse to dip into change
We used to live in a world
Where it was a penny for their thoughts
Now it costs a life when the mind is spoken
So, I think to myself…
©D.J.E.
True writers write from their hearts,
because they have ink in their veins.
Words flow onto their paper,
as they go writing away.
Their wonderful imagination comes alive,
wanting their readers to enjoy their work.
Father’s are wonderful people
Too little understood
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should…
For, somehow, Father seems to be
The man who pays the bills
While mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills…
And father struggles daily
To live up to his image
As protector and provider
And “hero of the scrimmage”
And perhaps that is the reason
We sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
To the thing we call “emotion”
But if you look inside Dad’s heart
Where no one else can see
You’ll find he’s sentimental
And as “soft” as he can be
But he’s so busy every day
In the grueling race of life
He leaves the sentimental stuff
To his partner and his wife
But fathers are just wonderful
In a million different ways
And merit loving compliments
And accolades of praise
For the only reason Dad aspires
To fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
And to bring them happiness
And like our heavenly father
He’s a guardian and a guide
Someone we can count on
To be always on our side.
W ishful thinking that He would greet warmheartedly
O verjoyed when strong arms of love wrapped around
N umbed by surprise but lifted by love assuredly
D elighted that He could love even me when sins astound
E mbraced by a warm bright light out of this world
R endezvous with a Higher Power greater than I'd found
F illing full where the Soul was depleted and gnarled
U nburdened, uplifted, united and totally sound
L oved, loveable, absolutely healed emotionally, and grounded
Inspired by John Hamilton's Wonderful-Acrostic poem contest..
Written: January 11, 2016
The nature's wonderful...........
When the early morning sun breaks through the darkness
When the night tears dew spill morning from the sky
When the nature's tears raindrops pour down to the earth
When all those trees dancing in the breeze beside the lake
When all those daffodils and lavender fill the air with fragrances
When all those butterflies and bees fly high in search of honey
When all those wild mountains river are rushing through the valleys
When all those beauty of waterfalls grab heart of a nation
When all those mountain hills carpet with its greenery wonders
When all those innocent animals grassing on the hill sides
When all those bird's flight, as they climb and hover in the sky
When all those wild animals freely walk around the jungle
When all those seasons spring, summer, autumn, winter fill our heart with cheer.
When all those trouble hearts, the nature become a smooth healer
When all those pleasant of natures make their own display
Oh, my God, I praise you for all your truly gift of the nature's wonderful
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved
~How Wonderful You Are~
(Free Verse)
How truly wonderful and awesome you are to all of us God
You shower us with all your blessings and your glowing Grace
As days and years of our life rushes by quicker than any flashing light
I'm just looking forward till I get to see your divine and sweet face
Everything around me just shows me that you truly live here with us
You've written it and designed it all with your own Almighty Hands
You are in my heart and my soul and always will be here close to me
I can see You walking right beside me all the time in my mind's eyes
How wonderful You are to us all my sweet and wonderful Lord and King
The whole world sings You songs and praises of worship and glory
You created us in your own image and made everything for us good and pure
But man disobeyed and sinned and brought in evil and death in everything
As God saw this happened and sin corrupting inside every single man immortal's soul
He sent down His only Son Jesus to die for us upon the cross and make us whole.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
June.14.2015
Jesus~
Earned his name~
Suffered all the pain~
Under the hands of men~
Settled with hate against him~
Compassionately he forgave them still~
He loved us then and he always will~
Rising he gave us the right to survive~
Intoxicating he is to all of our lives~
Supplying our each and every need~
Thank you father, For blessing me~
Our king above kings~
Understanding he brings~
Radiant he is indeed~
Living for Christ is the greatest thing~
Only in him may you rest in peace~
Remember each day to trust and forgive~
Divided from him is no way to live~
Oh, wonderful life
minutes-hours-days-nights-weeks-months
years, seasons, decades
the world is turning so fast
I can’t keep on top of it
Written December 2015 for
the Time is of the essence -Tanka- - Poetry Contest of C.T.
That's wonderful love.....
How wonderful to win your heart with a smile
How wonderful to kiss your lips with hopeful
How wonderful to get your heart with love
How wonderful to see your soul in me
How wonderful to laugh with your sweet words
How wonderful to hold you tight and kiss gently
How wonderful to fly with you to the dream land
How wonderful to drive you through the mountain valleys
How wonderful to be with you within four walls
How wonderful to give you what you look for
How wonderful to hug you and keep you in my arms
How wonderful to wear our wedding rings on our wedding day
How wonderful to bind your love to last for ever
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved 2014
It rains today
I need my boots and coat
before it goes away
I have a little boat
No sun is seen
But that is quite okay
My boat is tangerine
We’ll sail away the day
My boat and I
We need more friends outside
Under this pouring sky
Come out to sail. Don't hide!
It is just rain
Get wet for a while
There’s no need to complain
Let’s float with a smile
It's puddle fun
We jump and scream and fall
And make our rain boots run
Until our mommies call
In from the storm
Is where we’ll have to go
Where we can get so warm
Cause, mommy tells us so
I'm dripping wet
My boat stands on the sill
He's hoping now I bet
That very soon we will
Walk out the door
Start playing once again
Floating off once more
Beneath the pouring rain
It's warm in here
My orange boat dreams deep
As captain I must steer
But first I need to sleep
I’m too groggy
No time left to borrow
Nodding of while hoping
It is raining tomorrow : )
***
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
November 2, 2017