Best Would Poems
Images of children dwelling in developing world
In plight of poverty~~ some two billion strong,
Fly a flag of existence, waving distress unfurled,
Crooning mournful song: is this where we belong?
Struggling in parched lands of bared dreary sights
World they live in is the world they have known,
Where days of emptiness cede to dreary nights
Churning nightmares as dreams vacant bemoan.
Wishing upon an angel~ I would endeavor to plead
For turning places despaired into domains of hope,
For means to educate, learn skills, write and read,
For rewriting will of destiny, while striving to cope.
If I could bend sorrow and the fate of tomorrow
Seeds of knowledge I’ll sow in the dreaded woe
Marveling the fields of wisdom sprout and grow
As minds edified glow, defying misery’s shadow.
My wish for peace echoes benevolence spurred
As hymns of unity in the temple of goodwill toll
And calls of equity from endearing hearts heard
Reverberate harmony in euphony of sublime soul.
I wish upon a candle, for world to join a sing-along
Lauding pledges of love to spur the youth on and on
Cheering to acclaim: this is where the kids belong~
In benevolence of hearts, over seven billion strong.
June 13, 2022
Placed 1st: If Only My Wish Would Come True Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Tonight my ink is mute
and this quill rests in silence.
I’m searching for the perfumed poem
you’ve placed in my aching soul,
when I found a home
within your aesthetic embrace,
whilst, the honeyed tip of your silvery voice
sketched a sea of flower-patterned stars,
across somber skies, whispering sweet carols
to the evening sun that wanes and slumbers
within crestfallen dahlias.
Was I ever a poet before I saw initials
of your celestial name scribbled in violet vines
across the pearl face of the blue moon?
I never knew words could weigh heavier
than dancing diamonds
glazed in gold,
Until I heard your riveting rhymes
echo rose tinted tunes of lilac feathered longing.
I love you for the way you thaw
frost kissed petals into streaks of
pomegranate prose-
flowing in crystalline compassion.
I love you for the way you’ve painted faceless ghosts
of my bitter cold past with acrylic glitter,
showing me that every thunder-struck meadow
can grow greener blades of faith.
I love you for soothing lucid nightmares crawling within darkness to suffocate my bleeding ink.
How you’ve held my onyx heart
while I struggled to weave silken threads
from emerald tears of angst.
But how can I harmonize the gravity of your spoken serenades
that linger across this cosmic canvas?
Must I steal every jewel from its rightful sphere,
just so that you can see vibrant colors of vehement verses,
reflecting through all that which flickers?
Would you feel me if these metaphors no longer flow in coherence?
Would you be the Emperor
to my throne of darkness
even if I am just an Empress without a crown?
What if I were nothing but a blurred black dot across a constellation of chaos?
Would you still love me If I wasn’t a poet?
Maybe these questions will forever
remain as endless equations
within fractions of no closure.
So tomorrow, if there’s no wind
that can carry these unsent letters to you,
remember my heart is yours till we meet
our unwritten tales,
before the last twinkling twilight fades into sheer nothingness.
And I will still love you even if
butterflies would betray the fragrance
of our undying romance.
The heart when young, so blissful and knows no sin
the mind's ego knows no bounds, its strength within
The earth, sound and steep, its fruits the soul entice
the taste of spice great! to every slice a price
The eyes rain and the mouth would savour its pain
when dry is your land, sow no seed, reap no grain
Valiant steps fear no edge nor the burn of sands
wish die for the glory of walking God's Lands
Specks of dust make souls blind can turn lives to dust
just a spark of deep Faith heralds paths to trust
Ascend and observe, gems in you aim to earn
What seems as harm, a blessing if you would learn
God for you paves paths and lends many a hand
a deep well of Love granted to flood your land
Those warm drops of Love and Life, in time of birth
brought heaven under your feet, mothers of earth
Peace and joy in voice of heart to God raise praise
light in soul, a power with beauty would blaze
Brushes and pens paint and a language translate
the soul ebb and flow beyond language and state.
Who would I bring back, if I had only one
Perhaps a great leader, Kennedy or Lincoln
Or I could choose a musical icon
Such as John Lennon or Michael Jackson
Maybe a legend of the silver screen
Maybe Marilyn Monroe or James Dean
All gifts to the world, but the selfish truth
I would bring back the mother of my youth
The mother who, with sublime grace,
Applied lipstick and blush to her ivory face
The mother whose delicate jasmine perfume
Filled my childhood's every room
Whose all-day-long-to-cook beef stew
Was the first comfort food I knew
Her dancing steps, so full of ease
Until the claws of arthritis seized
Her laughter so free, her hugs so giving
Before these days of assisted living
I would return the fire to her hair
And raise her from the wheelchair
And, as I used to, watch her choose
Her dress, earrings, necklace and shoes
Then she'll softly kiss my cheek
Before going out, coiffed and sleek
To her I would give my own energy
To be, again, the woman in my memory...
10/09/18
for Caren Krutsinger's 'Who Would You Bring Back' contest
Would you still love me ... perchance I was half a man?
My carnal, physical core torn from me like ragged raiment,
Off to war in courage and heroic sacrifice ...
Returned by God and country, as barely half of what I'd been -
The half that could never again join with you in passion ...
Would you still love me?
Imagine I was a monster ...
Deformed by happenstance or accident,
Still a man in the technical sense,
But with face and sinews that repulsed even himself,
Though the heart and spirit you adore still thrummed inside ...
Would you still love me?
What if the day came - a reality as viable as any,
When I lost everything of earthly value and worth -
All possessions, comforts, conveniences, and financial securities - gone,
The talents and abilities and experience to support even myself,
Blown to the four winds by careless fate or folly ...
Would you still love me?
Consider if I were human, inside-out ...
The abyssal and dark, troubled corners of my being
Worn on hapless bones like sodden skin,
The fearful ids and psyches, thus laid bare by illness or substance -
Free to dance like a demon for the porcelain moon ...
Would you still love me?
And pray, what if I were YOU ...
And you were the reflection of all that your dreams dare weave,
The horror and ecstasy that awakens you in the night -
Shivers and turns to ice on your faultless, barren skin,
Choking the screams from your chest ...
Would you ... could you still love me??
~ 10th Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 25" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Would You Still Love Me?" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
Would you still love me
If I wasn't a poet?
If I was not
a climbing jasmine
on your window-sill,
a rose-bud in bloom,
the soft zephyr breeze
on an early afternoon.
Would you still love me
If I was not the
sunrise in your day,
the sunset in your smile,
a lavender in your grey.
Would you still love me
If the world of Oz
I didn't give to you,
If all mermaids vanished
in the deepest blue.
Would you still love me
If the calm and gentle rain
was nothing more
than tears of pain,
If the sound of our laughter
was never heard again,
Would you call my name?
Would you still love me?
Would you still love me
If I bid farewell to fantasies,
Acted just the way I am,
not as a pretty princess,
but as a simple island girl.
A fiery stubborn lady,
like those ladies from your past,
with problems,and struggles,
with a voice against injustice,
A protest made to last.
Would you still love me
If the little clown in me
jumped off to be set free,
If you saw beyond
songbirds and fairies,
Would you still love
the scar engraved in me,
I carry daily heartaches
wherever I will be,
Am I too much to handle
Could you still love me?
Would you still love me
f I wasn't a poet
in a magic world of verdant trees,
If you faced my silly moods
and my odd realities.
Could you still love me?
when the glow upon my face
like a moon-jar wears a shadow,
slowly sinks and fades.
Would you still want me?
When my noichette hair
turns white as snow,
my bones would become fragile,
my wrinkles make me whole.
Could you,still love me,
When I become an old bore,
If my hands shake and tremble,
If I fail to remember,
Could you care a little bit more?
Could I curl within your arms
Would you hold me by your side
Could I find you in the stars
on that cold and lonely night.
Would you still love me
If love was all I have
All verses kept unwritten,
All words were left unsaid,.
Could you still love me
If never in a lifetime
A poet I would be
Could you Iook into my heart
Tell me what you see.
Not for the Contest, but thanyou Silent One,your title was inspiring to me,and so the many poems I've read about the topic.
Toy Story characters argued ~ then Jessie told Woody to buzz off
he'd been caught flirting with Bo Peep ~ uh oh, Woody, you're in trouble deep
Jessie said she was leaving ~ couldn't get over Woody's deceiving
oh what a terrible end for the two ~ makes me want to cry, boo hoo
can Woody end his cheating ways ~ Jessie doesn't trust his word these days
he knocked on Jessie's door ~ but she said not to come around anymore
Woody tried to confess ~ Jess wasn't going to fall for his BS
Jessie slammed the door in his face ~ now Woody lives in total disgrace
Buzz and Jess are dating ~ Woody's in need of rehabilitating
If no longer could I inscribe, upon tapestries of rosy skies,
Dreams tinted violet, blossomed in themes amethystine,
And no longer could I weave-in the dreamscapes of life,
Failing to decode the missives of your clandestine smile;
If bluebells, red buds, white magnolias~ blooming spring,
And the tall oaks swaying with the slow dance of willows,
And the zephyrs that undulate ripples, burbling with currents,
Could no longer wow you on the banks of our giggling river;
If rustling trees, whirling leaves, dazzling chromatic glee,
Majestic aspens, sugar maple, fall’s stellar symphony,
And blushed twilight ceding to moonlit night’s euphony,
Could no longer mesmerize you in autumn’s blazing glory;
If frosty season sprinkling snowflakes on enchanted evening,
Bedecking face of prairies, enlivening decaying meadows,
And sun’s aureate mellowed rays glinting elongated shadows,
Could no longer lure you to the splendor of falling snow;
If I can’t infer love from passions amethyst of rising dawn,
If I can’t decipher meaning of your covert, unfolding smile,
If I can’t invoke spring in budding birth of yellow daffodils,
If I can’t show you autumn in a single golden falling leaf,
If I can’t make you feel, winter’s angst in shuttering trees;
Then I am afraid, it must be true, a poet I have ceased to be;
And yet, I hear you say my dear, forever you will love me.
Scrolling and scrolling
the scripts slipping in
seduction of the scene
seen or unseen
deflection
not to mention reflection
mirrors don't always appear
to be or not to be
drastic times call for drastic measures
an ideal idiom of sorts
depending on who's cause
effects the cohorts
a false dichotomy on decline
no one gets to run or hide
even they can't pick a side
________________
I digress as I undress the distress
and distraugt being taught
but is any of this right
why is there always a fight
I'd rather spread peace
and love
not push, not shove
so in the shadow of hate
I simply wait
stripped down and nude
join me, would you?
Let me love you like a poet would do.
Let me bite on the lid of my pen, thinking of you.
Let me write you down on pieces of paper and scribble you
down on the back of notebooks.
Let me make sonnets to you and of you and fill your neck with haikus.
Let me translate you into polyglot texts and use dictionaries to decipher you.
Let me spill black coffee on my verses of you and delight
in every bittersweet thought of you.
Let me use metaphors to transform you
into a mockingbird or a blanket or a fresh morning dew.
Let me love you, so theatrically, so dramatically, let me
be the moron of all the oxymorons I use to describe you.
Let me engage in a long soliloquy trying to fathom you
and then weep helplessly, existentially like Hamlet would do.
Let me love you like a poet would do.
Let me love you with so much further ado.
Let me lose my senses and declaim my poetry to you,
and then lose myself in a jazz-like catharsis, singing to you.
Let me implode and explode into a million little words,
and a million little worlds loving you,
until I no longer am the poet.
What would it be like to love you
To know much more than just your name
Your poetic lines are heart magnets
Thoughts of you are driving me insane
What would it be like to hold you
[Verse 1]
What would it be like to love you,
To know your heart, not just your name?
Your words are like magnetic poetry,
And thoughts of you are driving me insane.
[Pre-Chorus]
What would it be like to hold you,
To dance beneath the silver moon,
Feel your breath upon my skin,
Look in your eyes, and lose myself within.
[Chorus]
What would it be like to kiss you,
To feel the spark that could ignite the night?
Could we erase the doubts we’ve known,
And take a chance on what could feel so right?
Oh, what would it be like...
To love you...
[Verse 2]
What would it be like to tell you,
All these thoughts, and a thousand more?
Should I risk this poetic friendship,
And knock upon your heart’s closed door?
[Pre-Chorus]
What would it be like to hold you,
To dance beneath the stars so true,
Feel your touch, soft on my skin,
Lose myself in the world we're living in.
[Chorus]
What would it be like to kiss you,
To feel the spark that could ignite the night?
Could we erase the doubts we’ve known,
And take a chance on what could feel so right?
Oh, what would it be like...
To love you...
[Bridge]
What if the world is waiting for us?
What if we fall and don’t regret it?
What if this moment is our time,
To say goodbye to all the "what if’s" and just climb?
In your arms, the world feels light,
Let’s take a leap into the night.
[Chorus]
What would it be like to kiss you,
To feel the spark that could ignite the night?
Could we erase the doubts we’ve known,
And take a chance on what could feel so right?
Oh, what would it be like...
To love you...
[Outro]
What would it be like…
Oh, what would it be like…
To love you…
Would You Love Me If I Wasn’t A Poet?
Would you love me if I wasn’t a poet?
Writing between the rhymes
Building beautifully a wonder from words
Sculpting skilfully
What in you
A mesmerising mirth stirs..
Would you love me?
As I dip my whole
In the depth of the silence of words
And have you hover
In the width of my world
Impatiently, passionately
Pursuing the pounding of my heart..
If I wasn’t a poet, would you love me?
The realm I reign
Rarely do I take reins
A time, attaining the zenith
Dazzled and dazed on cloud nine
One other time
Lost in the dark of my tower
Seeking sensibility in a hyper sensitivity
And once in a while
Daring dimensions
Deafening fright
Willing to sip
From the ocean of valiant hearts..
Would you love me?
If I didn’t own a magic wand
And the sacred power to wave on words
Weave a fairy tale
Of true love at first sight..
Would you love me?
If I didn’t master the mysteries of words
Compose a meaningful music
With every beat of the word
And paint portraits and landscapes
From the realms of fantasy..
Would you love me, if I wasn’t a poet?
If I wouldn’t for you
Mount mountains
Dive seas
Dig caves
Plough lands
Plant trees
Wake the sun to stretch her rays
And brighten the chambers of your heart
And when you crave for a dream
I would for you
Draw a fascinating golden hour view
And choose a rainbow of colours
Just for you
To behold the glow of the twilight..
Would you love me, if I wasn’t a poet?
If I wouldn’t erase “memory “ from my glossary
And have you the sole ubiquitous muse
Stop the flow of time
As I have you in my verse and rhymes
And reach for every single word
And turn it into a rare gem!
Just for you!
If I wasn’t a poet, would you love me?
Would You Love Me If I Wasn’t A Poet Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Silent One
September 4th, 2023
« In love, mother.. ! »
sobbing words
an echo, like no other
the chokes and the pain, I recall
who was to blame for all that did befall?
What if
that love made sense
and the doors of heaven were open
to the voice of ardour
that could raze every single fence
we would to emotions have given vent!
What if
I failed to see through a mind
“that road was not to take”
from a dream
I was told I had to wake..
What if
I had the power of belief
In the beauty of that love
In a sweet ache
that was so brief
and so harsh..
What if
I could into my safe keep
that treasure between his ribs
ever vibrant, a rich seep
I might have walked paths of wonder!
I wonder
what would that love to me have brought?
what would have been to change a lot?
What if
I now could see the one
that got away
that one
who stole my heart in its heyday
would I recognise that feel again?
the taste of loss, would it be the same?
the pain of love, I wonder
if its savour would remain!
“What ifs”
the power to capture the beauty of the past
and transcend it to the wonder of the dream!
The nature of soul would never stand still
as the river of serenity whose current unseen
flows to reach the ocean with a spirited will
So is a poet whose pen has been drinking
from the river of life
filled with true words to the brim..
The One That Got Away Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
I am the wind that sways the trees
And moves branches in ways like mime
I push clouds across the blue sky one by one
Like train cars on a long train track
I blow seedlings around to grow in new places
And I help leaves in autumn to let go
In a myriad of fluttering, vibrant colors
I can cool someone off on a hot sweltering day
I can chill to the bone, while howling in winter
I can shake things, break things, all the while
Make cracks like wrinkles along my way
But how would you know what the depth of quiet stillness
In the air, things on land and water can be… without me?
Heidi Sands
2/23/22
If I told the winds
How much you love me
And quickly spread the news
Blushing your horizon,
Revealing our secret
To whole wide world
Before you could brief
Your own aspirations,
Would you still love me?
If I convinced the stars
To follow you around
As you spoke to the moon
Lovingly about us;
And if they told me
Your inner most thoughts
Before you got a chance
To consult your heart,
Would you still love me?
If my night sent you
A sensuous message
Arousing your dawn
With romantic feelings
Awakening you in
An enchanting dream
Before you were ready
To feel this way,
Would you still love me?
If I swept you off your feet
With pledges of my love
And carried you with me
To cherubic heaven
For a blessed evening
In the Garden of Eden;
And then if I forgot
The way back home,
Would you still love me?
December 9, 2018
Placed 3rd in Would you still love me contest by Edward Ibeh