Coming(A) Poems | Examples

Caspian

The Caspian coast.
The country is far away,
We are left behind, sent on vacation by God.
The sea greeted us with open arms,
Let’s swim, take a long stroke.
Come on, let's go with the current!
The breeze gently caressed our faces.
The sun smiles,
It’s one of those days that passed happily.
Let me swim without worries.
To the Caspian now,
Will I come back? Who knows.
The waves chase each other, sparkling,
The sun's rays glitter on its surface.
“The sea is blue. The sky is paler,”
I will write many poems about this day!
Whoever comes to the ancient Caspian, none will leave,
After coming, a swim is a must, they say.
But to capture its beauty in words,
No matter how strong the language, it’s impossible!
For that, you need a great poet like Abay,
You need a creative passion like the waves.
Mine is just a simple song.
Let the people say:
“Even Aibek went to the sea once!”

Second Coming Of Donald Trump

A figure rises, dispelling gloom
With rhetoric strong, he claims the fight
The second coming, a nation's right

© daniel miltz

Return Of Donald Trump

In shadows deep, a figure stirs
A familiar voice, amidst the blurs
Chaos and hope in a dance so bold
The second coming, a story retold

© daniel miltz

Tears of my heart

Tears of my heart

Always coming, a waterfall, like the Niagara
I live in my tears, in the ocean of my suffering
Thank you, my love, hmm, heart? A killer is yours

Always coming a river of my soul, this is a Nilus
I live in my mistakes and suffering, with no medicine
Thank you, my loved soul, please, just a knife, kill a love

Kill a love. Loved you, now a broken, being a camphor
Just ask God, my life will soon gone. No life is mine
Hmm, your destroyed time, the best love all around
                                                                         the world

I need just see you one more time, in this life; and bye
Sad, very sad about our conflict, mistake of social distance
I know, my life is your problem to you. I am sorry, I love you

Waiting for me my sad fate, but you are happy with that guy
I don’t know how many years are left in my life. Please remember
Hmm, But you will remember me, later, I am alone, enjoy your life

I am afraid of my life

I am afraid for my life

I am afraid, that my life is in danger, my life, evil, evil style
Hmm, what can I do? Life is just coming, a moving road under

But my life is in under, no hand, I stay down, passing to hell
No hand, I can not wake up, please, please come to me help

Love, please find you, the answer to life, what comes from you
Hmm, I am full of fear, I don’t want this life, and responsibility to die

Responsibility, love, or fear, hmm, for me, love is fearing
Loved our lost field and present, goodbye life, destroyed loves

I don’t need my life, this is a dangerous life, so not far, keep it far
Pain, fear in my life, I need a woman's hand, touch my heart; love

I don’t need my life, but please save it for your life, my last hope, and love
Can it be your ship in the ocean of your life, a sailor is your guardian in life

Love you, love you, oh my heart, a time always forever in your life, So love
Need you, need you, be a heart, a heart in my life, I am afraid of my life

Love
You
Help
Me

Be my wife

Lose a life, mine, given by Satan
Coming a new way, good and far
Takes far, will be independent life

You know, the life always comes
It comes and goes, says it lives on
I needed you, my life loose, yours

Open, just for you, get a study on
My life is not yours, give me yours
I love you, breathing from life gone

Come to me, I can’t go there; stop
I need you, death is still waiting; on
A heart is a withered male flower
- off

Get it on, or get it off, dead heart
- still on

Still on
Still on
Still on

Off.

Sick Girl

 
The painting of "The Sick Child" by Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
was painted in 1907, oil on canvas, 46.4 inches by  47.2 inches
or 3.8 feet by 3.9 feet. Edvard painted what stirred his mind, and
this art piece touches my soul, it is one of six of the same scene.

It is painted in thick layers, in vertical strokes and has a hazy
feel and an emotional power. We are sharing a scene that is the 
veil of Edvard's memory, the death of his sister, Johanna at fifteen.
The suffering girl is propped up on a pillow, she seems poised to me .

As the girl looks to the side perhaps looking at death coming, a
mourner clutches her hands, a woman maybe a family member.
I feel a loving bond in the anguish of the bowed head and despair.
The painting captures the ravage of disease, it is a haunting scene.

The use color and style is Expressionism, pigments of white, marine
and vermillion red, ochre, emerald green, yellows, and cobalt blue
can be detected. Oh, that thick blanket must be so warm and heavy.
I feel the girl's pain, and the acceptance of her death, her emptiness.

Christ Is Born

Merry Christmas, it's Christ's mass!
Unto us a savior is born early as dawn,
A voice came upon the shepherds; the savior was born.
Atlas the prophecy came to pass!

In search, the three stars came from the east,
For his work, John prepared his path; the master's master.
For his coming,  a virgin became a mother,
To answer his prayer, Zakaria died after but in fest.

The will of mercy was lost;
He came to die and resurrect to restore that which we lost.
This day was prophesied and all the nation waited;
That time came to pass, 'Emmanuel'!
Every nation keep this day in Jolly,
But few keep it holy.

Christ's birth is mysterious,
Even Herold tried to slay him down since this day,
But he lived to make us live again.
Merry, it's Christ's day!

Z Is An Entertainment Committee of One

Z is an entertainment committee of one.
Party does not get started until she arrives.
Rest of us tell stories about Z.
Filling up the restaurant with laughter.
We keep looking at the door, expectantly.
An hour goes by.
Now two.
Someone asks if we have heard from her.
No one has.
Thirty minutes later a phone rings.
Our stories have slowed to a stop.
We are staring at each other, nothing in common.
A bunch of relatives who do not know each other.
“Z is not coming,” a great aunt says. “She has strep throat”.
Most of us would not have come if we had known.

Hocus Pocus

Hocus Pocus, Balderdash,
Newspapers print horror and trash.
Oligarchs hungry for extra cash,
To add to their enormous stash.

Nervous police officers feel the heat,
When they caution terrorists in the street,
They no longer walk the beat,
They have cars with safety seats.

Police cars drive around at night,
Warning louts that curse and fight,
Often these thugs take flight
Making the cops chase them with all their might.

Sadly the world needs cops.
We will need them until the crime rate stops.
When you see someone coming, a cropper
Phone the station, and they will send a copper.

I Saw It Coming

The sun is shining bright, but the world is dark
This pandemic has swept the world and every park
I saw it coming a couple months ago
But the preparations were lacking, and scared me so
Now, some places have come a horror show
No masks, lack of supplies, as all the cases flow
Into hospitals, overloading them day to day
I am almost speechless, trying to find words to say
It's so overwhelming to see the widespread impact
In so many areas, so many closings are a fact
We are fighting for our lives, trying to stay inside
I'm looking in my yard, even the animals seem to hide
All I can do is pray with my heart, as it breaks
Wishing I could do more, as I'm doing what it takes...
                        -    To survive.   -

Heidi Sands

3/21/20

Chocolate Covered Roaches Yum Yum

I ate roaches for breakfast. Chocolate covered.
He studies my eyes, hoping for a reaction, or a bit of squeamishness.
I say yum yum and lick my lips.
They were not quite cooked, he informs me.
They kept running away from the plate.
The two with their legs out.
I smile and nod encouragingly.
Sounds great! I say.
I washed them down with ketchup milk, he says.
YUMMY! I yelp emphatically.
His story is coming a bit more slowly now.
I ate stuffed spiders for dessert. They were tasty!
They sound delicious, I allow. 
But how did you get their mouths open to stuff them?
I did not stuff them THERE, he says, hoping my eyes will widen.
I cannot stop laughing and neither can he.

Pushed

Oops, they pushed their captain off his own ship,
    made sure the deck was slick, black-boot polished,
       waited ‘til great white sharks surrounded it,
until sharp sword swells upended its whip.

They turned their back, mocked, laughed, pretending to
                            be very serious - glasses pinch nose.
        They swabbed the deck whitewashing its bleak sin.
OvErThRoW overthrow, not noticing

                 a tidal wave is coming — a rogue wave
         ripping and roaring, exploring — the bore
     soaring, sore like Noah’s flood overdone,
as the fallen angels drink from its cup.



12/4/2019

Hooray First of May

Hooray! First of May!

We knew it was coming, a ritual Dad
Performed once-a-year,    still
I always sensed the moment, when we
Were a captive audience, he would

Strike!    the air would fairly Çrackle!
Me, my brother & sister would stiffen
In preparation to cringe! acting cool,
While our minds were clawing at the
Car windows
 (a favorite spot for him to drop-it)

Mom would blush and feign shock,
 
While slinging a "soldier boy" (he was)
Glance his way, eye contact 
Accomplished...
Ones thoughts would wander, shiver &
Shudder!

"Hooray! first of May! outdoor sex begins
 Today!"

The routine changed in timbre & timing
As years moved on, but Dad's spirit never
Wavered...gallant and brave, a true 
Gentleman,      pirate-to-the-core!

I'll place my daily-am phone call to Mom
After inking this poem, she'll be expecting
It, I won't let her down! a toast to the
Greatest camp-master I ever knew!

Mom'll still laugh a bit! & we'll recount
Dad's bold & brazen yearly declaration!

I hope
Many more times

05/01/19
6:19am

Who I Used To Be

There is a gaping void,
Left by who I used to be. 
Constantly annoyed,
By what’s in side of me. 
It’s been years, 
And I’ve changed too much. 
Fallen tears,
We scurry away from my touch. 
Bloodied knuckles and broken hands,
Time has shown how it stands. 
I cannot ask for you to stay,
I know it wouldn’t be fair. 
But I don’t want you away,
But you shouldn’t care. 
I’ve heard everything you said, 
Over and over, so why won’t it stick?
For years been lost in my head, 
I could not recuperate, I was twisted and sick. 
I’m not the man I once was, 
I’m not the one you fell in love with. 
I know not what he does,
But his story all myth. 
I’m no longer trying,
I’m over constantly crying. 
I am succeeding,
Despite a wrongful needing. 
I’m coming, I’m on my way. 
I hope, I pray you stay. 
Every single second,
I’m driving a future reckoned. 
I’m coming, could you promise to receive?
I’m coming, a promise you can believe. 
I’m coming my dear, I’m coming. 
A reunion worth succumbing.

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