Best Young And Vibrant Poems
Sensations of lovely times
Vibrations of chords sung
Energy of rivers run underneath the sun
Begins a story of a neverending love
Way back when didn't know it would last
But as time goes on bonds of hope never came unclast
Still young and vibrant always with you
To me a kiss you blew
I'll capture it now and never lose it somehow
Cause I know I'll never lose you or us
Our love sensations like a vibrant energy
neverending my love
As our love sings aspirations love song
we'll do and be all we can be together upon a starburst
By Susan Mills
The dying year old, bent and grey of hair
with a heart that grew weak and a soul that ached
lay in a hospital bed as the minutes ticked away
He knew his time was near as he thought back
at his lovely birth in the cold of a January morning
and how he marvelled at life all around
Young and vibrant he embraced the season
sending cupid out to break February hearts
watching the March snow disappear
Smiling at April rains and May blossoms
kissing the first red rose of June that climbed to the sun
joining in the fireworks and picnics of July
Gazing down on the yellow sunflowers of August
and wishing for summer to last forever
feeling so melancholy when September appeared
Crying with the changing leaves of October
as he knew his reign was slowly dying
he pulled a heavy coat over aging shoulders
In the dampness of a dreary November
he longed for the first snow of December
and the smiles of the children's faces
Now as his time slowly runs down
he hears the lusty cry of the baby 2009
and on the last chime of twelve
he pulls the sheet up over his face
and slips away peacefully
into the book of time past..
Birthday Poem for Mother Leonora
8 April 2015
For only now I understand
The meaning of endurance
For the gravity that you held so grand
I would this day take as compliance
Though I would like to see you
As still young and vibrant
A prayer of another birthday to come through
Your glowing presence is my ritual chant
For all the love and sacrifice
I cannot repay, my life is my indebtedness
For a wonderful lady, there is so much to rejoice
Starting a life with you in the constancy and absoluteness
I am longing for your embrace
I am still the child by your side
Looking every cloth you crocheted, it was time you outfaced
Your sweat of hard work has made great strides
Today is your birthday
Happy Birthday, Mama Leonora
Wishing you a bright, blessed 75th birthday
We love you, our Señora
Mother earth...once young and vibrant,
poured life into all her children
with each new earth beat.
Now lays weakened...like a child across her mother's chest.
The universe cries out...her tears shed as falling stars,
as she cradles the earth to her bosom.
The cancer of indifference spreads,
as the battle rages on between those who would transfuse her
and those who would steal her last drop of life's essence.
She gasps as even her life's breath is polluted.
Her water's which were once sparkling and pure,
now course through her river veins...
infusing her with poison,
which now seeps into the very heart of her.
Will help come in time?
P.R.Deremer
Birds morning songs waking us to a new day,
brings us joy to upper bliss.
Birds making music each day, sends us
off feeling young and vibrant.
Birds eating their breakfast of insects
and other things makes our life on
this earth much better.
Would be a sad world with no
concert from our many friends
of the air.
Written 7-22-11
She is a courteous little girl.
She is young and vibrant.
She is diligent and dutiful.
She is truthful in her deeds.
She is quick to listen,
She is invariably slow to speak.
She is smart at school works,
She is swift to do house chores.
She is prompt to friends' calls.
She loves wholly,her parents and neighbours.
She's her siblings' pride.
She's a salt to humanity,
She is Bintu!
Under golden sky lovers walked hillock
Young and vibrant in tune with perfect life
All was beautiful it was idyllic
No chaos, no turmoil away from strife.
Together they enjoyed wonderful view
Magical landscape took their breath away
Like the passion that gripped them, all was new
Pure love so divine they would never stray.
Decades passed with peaceful prosperity
To age with dignity was their desire
Twilight years were lived with serenity
Remembered always youth's passionate fire.
Memories endure of distant hillock
Reminder of tryst that was idyllic.
I Words -
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Idyllic
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
01/03/2023
Pixabay Image by Kienvirak
Hearts can lie, although I know this seems quite vast,
I was once young and vibrant, but forever never last.
"I do" is taken for granted, unlike in the years of past,
matrimony was forever, not today’s divorces in mass.
Through lies of the heart, love lays jagged and broken,
the truth of the matter goes noticeably unspoken.
Bitter stabs leave blood stained floors as a token,
forcing the despised beast alive and fully woken.
Abusive, foul shards of hope pierce thy still heart,
content in our misery, we find comfort in the art.
Sculpting disparity, shaping cruelty from the start,
denying the inevitable that two should now depart.
Words and fists work together destroying the unity
falling apart only furthers the impunity,
broken hearts seeking another opportunity
to rid themselves of the impending immunity.
Draped in a cloak of violent despair ever so appealing,
imprisoning mistrust, our troubled lives now revealing,
a turmoil of wickedness, our evil words keep stealing,
ones laughter, ones joy and any depth of true feeling.
Geraniums
with brilliant
colors like sunset,
sway under cypress trees of the scented hills,
as April winds
invite the anxious lovers not to engage in words;
yet silence
allows their romance...
Daisies
of bright yellow,
as that they were
painted on canvas
by young and vibrant Giotto,
who constantly pursued true perfection
in his unique style;
a shepherd boy he was:
soon to be worldly famous
as one of the greatest painters!
And Florence like Naples,
ignited his ambition
and passion to make his
striking paintings look so real...
Lilacs
of different colors,
swarming the idyllic landscape,
to give spring
an exuberant gentleness and more essence;
to make the observer fonder
of their existence,
and most-times the bright sunrise
blends in to inspire
whoever contemplates,
to concede this transformation too unreal...
Roses
dangling from small balconies;
gardenias gracefully waving
in the the stone-paved square,
bewildering me with their incomparable beauty!
I stumble upon the wild flowers blooming abundantly,
and I'm so amazed and unable to speak poetically:
that you have made Nature
an efflorescent Paradise of harmony!
I will await three long seasons,
and treasure these vernal petals;
not fearing time or adversity...
She was young, like the fawn,
The calf or lamb…
Heart alive with wonder
She wouldn’t listen to fear
Never a whisper of worry
She grasped life by the tail
And said, “hurry”!!
When she married, she expected
More of the good, but she misunderstood
Her husband was suspicious
Watched her like a green eyed monster
Ever fearful of losing his wife
He chose to protect her with his life
Young and vibrant, ever the innocent
She fell in love with another
His heart was bruised and he followed through
With placing a gun to her head
Telling her soon she’d be dead
She only whispered tenaciously,
“Go ahead… I deserve it”
And he looked at her, had mercy
Placed the gun on the shelf
Watched her leave despite the pain
That swirled in his veins
As he watched her close that door
Near death, she found
Was something that would abound
Inside a heart who expects
To reach beyond better
To find the very best there is
The best being love that lives
In the heart of one who gives
Without conditions, completely
Love that instills the belief
That God shelters trusting souls
With His ever abiding hope…
For the glory of heaven’s shore!
Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
April 26, 2022
Africa my Queen, my King yet a slave
An angel in hell a freed soul in bondage
How else will I show you the gold
Beneath the glowing dark skin of yours
How long will you dine on rotten tables
Wallowing in mud with worms and maggots
Africa, you see yourself no better than dogs
Sold your integrity for little bones that rot
Greed and foolishness had eaten up your flesh
And left you like malnourished child
Whose rib and skull are left visible
The shameless have no shame so they say
A better word for our African looting leaders
Who suck dry the continent of her good
Like black bed bugs with protrude belly
Political preachers of propagandas
Empty headed monsters that wears the crown
Africa you've lost your bright colors
Like the faded wears of my grandfather you're a young and vibrant woman
With sagged,milkless breast of a grandma
A barren idiot, stagnant stream
Polluted and bitten by the termites of time
When will you rise to erase your names
From the book of suffering and slavery
When will you defend your nations
From being seen as lower beings on earth
We chanted in unity "black lives matters"
Yet a black leader does not believe such
Africa, its a pity we watched you fall
Crawl in your dust and beg for food
I weep, I wail, I mourn for my Africa
Who knew not the strength she has in her
It's time to rise up and defend your people
You will beg to live if you fail to die for this
When night Falls
Barren desert with its scorching heat
Must find an oasis rest up body’s beat
Sun challenging immovable in its jealous sky
Need more water mouth parched and dry
Camels or desert ships traverse this terrain
Man out of his element can only complain
When night falls
A metamorphosis impulsive so tangible
The sun hides and with permission stars are visible
In the distance a pale crescent moon appears
A strange peace and tranquillity amplifies your fears
Gone this energy sapping heat only solitude and coldness remain
Man now uncomfortable out of his element can only complain
When night falls
Young and vibrant been tested and tried
Reached a tin God stage think you’ve arrived
All your dreams and ambitions all became true
You boastfully declare you made it it was only you
Rather give glory to God and heed his loving calls
Then carry on peacefully knowing He’ll be there
When night falls
Whatever your age.
You turn the page.
Another year gone by.
Do not sigh.
Every year is a lesson.
On how to get to heaven.
The older you are.
The greater your star.
With posterity. Comes verity.
Gone the humbugs. Gone the grudges.
A new year begun.
You feel so young.
The body may not be as good.
The soul stays as it should.
Young and vibrant.
Like an infant, just begun
EPILOG
to
ISLAND HOPPING
By
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I’ll meet my old fellow travelers soon, any day
They may not recognize me now that I’m aged and gray
They are still young and vibrant, asking what did we miss?
Weddings, children, graduations an endless list
The chilling wind, snow on the lawn on a wintry day
Smelling the flowers, searching for eggs on a spring day
Sitting in the bleachers, lemonade on a sultry summer day
The plethora of colors of the leaves on an autumn day
You didn’t miss the events that were destined for you
Man’s continuing INSANITY stole them all from you
Dedicated to becoming a young successful woman
Everly so pretty and deserving of a kiss on the lips
Spiritually coming out of the cave and seeking truth
Testifying of all your sins and making a blessing to a young man with an interest in you
Intelligence is a gift you have and that you must believe in yourself
Noble is how you are in manner and respect to me
Young and vibrant, I can see you as the mother of my children, my love.