Best Yolanda Poems
So many cities
flattened by angry waves
wind-borne suffering.
[Originally penned as response to someone's poem here, but altered a tiny bit]
Categories:
yolanda, natural disasters,
Form:
Haiku
We did not expect Y our presence
Nor invited you t O come over
A peaceful and ca L m land
You stroke with full A ggression
Strong wi N ds initiating
To kill an D destroy
Please stop inv A ding, you're free to go away.
# Yolanda - is the local name for the super typhoon, "HAIYAN".
One of the most powerful storms ever recorded.
Categories:
yolanda, natural disasters,
Form:
Acrostic
why do I love you when all haste say's
that I shouldn't first there was rome
the way the sun danced behind me
over venice canals then there
was Kabul the hints
of the infamous mauve sky catering
to my thighs I could even see how
downtown munich bathed beneath me
an yet all I could envision is that day
that way we danced at Langley
how could our entire surroundings
become so bleakly crafted
above ancient tongues desire
of youthful follies why do I love you
let me count the ways
when everything is said
I guess I loved you more
when I thought you were dead
somewhere over Arlington road
meaningful gestures created
with karma and military orders
us sailing out to sea a quiet vessel
wearing my name on the backside of forever
Categories:
yolanda, allah,
Form:
Chant Royal
i'm brown in my color
i'm free in my mind
my spirit soars
my laughter roars
i'm not a ghost i'm the host
this is my fury
it taste of sweet curry
my stars are all in place
my head is pointed at the sun
i know i'm free to run
the joy of africa indeed
the sweet beginning of my colored seed
strong proud and beautiful i'll grow
the sun will shine the moon will glow
my heart feels like a child with toy
i know who i am and that's africa's joy
Categories:
yolanda, allah, arabic, sweet,
Form:
Kyrielle
I'd welcome you tomorrow
more than two thousand years
as I unceasing live again and again
after the shredded fabric's
of thy living flesh being torn
into pieces spread sparingly over
the wild open grandeur leaving
only soft traces of me like rose petals
gathering beneath wide oaks and nestled fir's
I'd wither so over the cold tomb stones
of thee ancient one's tainted so throughout
the royal gate's of Yolanda von Vianden
I'd calmly be reminded of my soul's
quiet journey beckoning her yet again
sweet saint Yolanda of Hungary dazzled
by poverty oh how I thirst of her
My Yolanda Jolenta of Poland chafe
an yet I've endured her even more
knowing life's full immortal rapture
that I've always lived within her eternally
Princess Iolanda Savvoy dashing scrolls
above the roman empire showering scent's
amid Italy's impressive gardens blankets
of flowers covering the continuous greenery
as my soul venture's on a more subtle canto
cunningly she entered me thee silent civil words
of Yolanda Yolanda King an overwhelming shyness
aboded into a thinking sphere doting on father hearing
naïve conversations daintily she sat with
outspoken words fascist temperamental values
over land an sea I'd catered to her equality
Yolanda the mind body and spirit of me
Categories:
yolanda,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
i stood over looking
the general view
of the bath of caracalla
evading sudatorium seduction
the church of st. cesarea
in palatio captured my thoughts
rather quickly i entered
sarcphagus of lucius scipio barbatus
dazed i was gently lifted
hovering above columbarium
of villa codini ah my human sufferage
unleashed near the arch of drusus
i found myself kneeling
beyond the gate of st. sebastian
how i'd remembered
the findings of the church
of domine quo vadis
welcoming of monks settled
deeply within catacombs
of st. callistus the fine
chapel of cornelius
the bishop winks at the sight
of cecilia's remains hisses of trickery
a covenant maderno's manner
lessons and arrows embedded
amids sebastians sculpture
ravished by greif
for giorgetti's finali catacombs
and tombs surrounding
my morbid energy force
abruptly backing right into
circus of mexentius shouting
metella metella open
the appian way
seneca's revealed
the tower of selce in ruins
Categories:
yolanda, devotion,
Form:
Classicism
Yolanda?
You are a stranger,
weaker than our strength,
we are too proud for our scientific breakthroughs,
you are softer than a cotton ball,
more delicate than a tamed sheep,
as passive as the most beautiful nature,
we really thought of you about that,
and we abused you,
deforested, polluted, and raped your royal environment relentlessly,
still you managed to accommodate our bulgar display of shameful disrespect,
no matter what we do,
you just shed tears to appease our insatiable greed.
But our wickedness is fast spreading like contagious disease,
giving you so much pain,
it irked you violently,
the irritation reached the point beyond your capacity of toleration,
you gathered strength,
something has to be done to cure and contain the bacteria of destructiveness that contaminated the humanity.
Time has come,
you stood up and cried no more,
the tears in your eyes turned into unthinkable anger,
unleashing the wrath beyond human imagination,
the strength of the wind you brought,
blew us like little match sticks,
our coconut plantations totally uprooted,
devastated our homes,
the havoc that you wrought were more powerful than our nuclear inventions,
it destroyed our aspirations,
everything around us turned into a terrifying nightmare,
even our strongest technological materials turned into pieces of garbages,
they could not even stand against your prowess,
the height of the tidal waves you brought,
swept us into the sea like dusts,
flattened our communities into primordial dump site,
you wiped our cities and homes out,
along with our dreams,
washed our modern structures out like pieces of torn papers,
even our scientific inventions could not stop your rage.
Yolanda?
Pretending to be weaker,
who dine and sleep with us,
actually a mass murderer,
just looking for the right time to kill us all,
and leaving thousand of dead souls litter the streets.
But,
Yolanda,
you are a respectable teacher,
the lesson you taught,
though very painful,
yet worth learning from it,
we realize that we are just humans,
abusive humans whose capacity is nothing compared with the magnitude of your strength,
and we learn to humble ourselves before you.
Categories:
yolanda, environment,
Form:
Classicism
gazing beyond
the chartered places
that dazzles my mind
beneath the braising
wonders of self
the mere wonders
of me arose under
the infamous sun
Written by Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
December 23rd 2003
Finally submitted here 5/3/2011
Categories:
yolanda, allah, arabic,
Form:
Lyric
The Voice(After the Yolanda Surge)
I never thought they would still
Be able to see light
After the squabbles, the surge, the darkness...
I heard of the waves that swerved like a car
Crashed and pounded the dwellings
Of poor desperate souls...
I heard their voices , their cries, their wailing
On that night of November...though I was not there...
I felt the pain, penetrating my bones,
Smashing my heart, tearing my being into pieces
Like shattered glasses...
Now, thank God,the world extends its hands
The globe listens and prays with them, with us,
There were those who have died in agony but
I'm sure they live among us still...
The survivors still wail, but give out a sigh of relief
Our brothers in the south and in the north have come for us...
And bring us hope that
Tomorrow...all will be well...and for that
We are grateful.
Categories:
yolanda, hope,
Form:
Free verse
You entered my lair again
uninvited I suppose an yet
I welcomed your arousal
why you'd become quite
the trouble maker posing
as the Duke of Hungary
this mere thought of you
the sheer chanting hymns
glorified a selfish need
sorted comforting healing
wretchedness borrowed
yesterdays appetizers by noon
cackling awakened too soon
to withering morbid laughter
gripping a tainted silver spoon
Categories:
yolanda, imagery, literature, visionary,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
paint me a dream
as only you can
make me ponder
and wander the sands
create desire painstaking
endeavors heated
eaves dropping
on my thoughts
investing in my heart
again and again
gambling with fate
fancied by my nape
a chance meeting
crawling on gravel hot
tires backing over stones
lights blinding the sun
while my eyes
empties your mind
Categories:
yolanda, allah,
Form:
Lento
Y_My Cousin Yolanda has a yearning and yen for a loving life!
O_She's a vivid example of optimism with a sparkling attitude, no strife.
L_Lovely as the sweetest, most fragrant Leilani.
A_She has been supportive and attentive to all my poetry.
N_I wanted all to know of her kindness and nobility!
D_Dearest Yolanda, do you know how very much you delight me?
A_Your attention and your assurances, have truly inspired me!
Dedication to Yolanda.
-Across the Miles-
~A true gift, all my life~
Now, forever at Poetry Soup!
Much love,
Cousin Pangie
2/5/2021
~1~
Categories:
yolanda, cousin, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
My song goes like this
time after time I read bedtime stories
back then there were no worries
simple kids go to the store
big momma did her floors
pops cut all the boys hair
at the barbershop
snowballs in the summer time
wind mills in the wind
Italian ices on 18th street
Chicago style hotdogs
jew town polishes
Greek town old town
new town uptown
oh Lincoln park zoo
dreams of being the first black
Supreme Court Justice
I sing my song only after
the blues stopped playing
on Maxwell street
Written by Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
May 14th 2004 right before my
sons graduation Fort Myers Florida
My Sons Graduation Day
FOND MEMORIES GROWING UP
HEARING THE BLUES
ON MAXWELL STREET
CHICAGO
Categories:
yolanda, allah,
Form:
Naat
You captured me in your rapture
I'd craved your quiet thoughts
throughout the galaxy entering
the lost meeting of the minds
dangling on thee arch bishops
ropes of fine linen totally taken
my muse awakened my sorted
energies a rapture of meaningful
gestures hidden lessons keeping
the flesh at bay I suppose
I'd welcomed your company
this mere thought of you
cradled my minds eye
lifting me up to tomorrow
leaving absolutely nothing out
a faint whisper a tainted pout
cherubs doting harmonic rose
gently witnessing heavens prose
written by yolanda nicholsen
10-13-2021
5:40 am
Categories:
yolanda, angel, muse, sensual, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
GRAVEYARD NIGHTMARE YOLANDA NICHOLSEN TOOK HER OWN LIFE TODAY AFTER DECADES OF ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS EXTORTION OF HER AMERICAN POETRY EMBEZZLEMENT OF HER TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM SHE HAS ENDURED SEVERE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE TWO ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS BOTH WORKING WITH AN ARSON MURDERER OF 9 HER ABUSE ESCALATED AS SHE ENDURED A CAR BOMB BLAST CRUSHING HER FACE BRUISED HER BRAIN SEVERE ONGOING TRAUMATIC HEADACHES THIS BEAUTIFUL CREATURE DELIVERED 8 CHILDREN 26 GRAND TWO GREAT SHE AND HER HUSBAND BOTH DISABLED BOTH DEDECATED VOLUNTEERING FOR VETERANS AND THE FALLEN SHE WORKED SIDE BY SIDE FBI AGENTS BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS TO SAVE LIVES HER IDENTITY EXPOSED KILLERS CONSTANTLY THREATENING HER LIFE IDENTITY THIEVES PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST HER SHE CONTACTED THE FBI CRISIS CRUSIS CRISIS HER HOME WAS BROKEN INTO FEARING FIR HER SAFETY SHE JUST NEEDED TO END THE SUFFERINGTHIS LED TO HER FEELING SHE HAD NO CHOICE MONTHS YEARS SHE REACHED OUT WRITING IN A JOURNALING THERAPY PSCHIATRIST MEDICATIONS THE THREATS WERE OVERWHELMING SHE CLOSED THE SHOWER DOOR TAKEN AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF PRESCRIPTION PILLS WITH A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE TURNED ON HER FAVORITE SONG SILENCE SHE WAS LATER FOUND DECEASED SHE LOVED WRITING POETRY CHILDREN BOOKS GARDENING SINGING IN THE CHIOR HER CHURCH FAMILY SHE ADORED MUSIC DANCING WATCHING WILD LIFE PLANTING FLOWERS PLANTS PRAYERS HEALING THE NEED TO WRITE MY OWN EULOGY IN CASE I'M RAN OFF THE ROAD POISONED ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT MY HEART IS RACING EVERYDAY I TRY ANDBTALK MYSELF OUT OF SUICIDE KNOWING ITS THE ONLY WAY TO BE FREE FROM MY STALKER MY IMPOSTER SOMETIMES I IMAGINE HER TAKING MY TOMB STONE THAT EVEN IN DEATH SHE'LL STILL BE IMPERSONATING ME FROM MY GRAVE
THANK YOU LORD FOR PICKING ME UP AGAIN GIVING ME PURPOSE TO GO ON LIVING ALSO GIVING ME THE VLAROTY OF HOW TO ABORT THIS ONGOING TERROR UPON ME I KNOW HOW TO STOP IT NOW GOD BLESS THE CRISIS TEAM
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Categories:
yolanda, allah,
Form:
Naat