It fills my soul with such delight
to think up verses that inspire.
Words overflow, and I can’t stop,
for writing is my heart’s desire.
For those who thirst for poetry,
I hope to satisfy their need -
to warm their hearts and give them hope.
May cherished be my poems that other people read.
And for my peers in poets’ realm,
let’s reach all those like you and me
whose souls are hungry to receive
the beauty of sweet poetry.
Written November 27, 2022
Submitted Dec. 30, 2022
for the ' BRIAN STRAND no 1165' Poetry Contes
Granny has found a new trend
With unseen waves to contend
Ironing board skurfing
And living room surfing
Granny's gone off the deep end!
7-15-2022
Limerick Contes
Sponsor: Lisa YY
A rose-laden climber
bows to the morning sunlight.
I inhale the sweet fragrance
of damask delight and
Monday fades to sensory ecstasy.
The only way to begin a day.
Bite Size Poem Contes
Line Gauthier
5-31-2022
Summer’s fled – on the ground
gold and red leaves are found.
In the park is a swing.
I’m a lark on the wing!
Up I go swinging high
in the glow of fall’s sky.
Aug 19, 2021
For Joseph May's In Essence 2 Poetry Contest Picture #2
Sept. 4, 2021 for Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Poem no.20' Poetry contes Contest
Deaf-mute couple
express their love
for each other
through...
Sign-Language
Aww...
Ain't it cute?
Writing Challenge - Septolet Form - Poetry Contes (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date Written: 10/05/2020
Cast a Long Shadow- -
Alas, across the heavens, God you stand tall!
Amidst, the golden grounds over looking the universal awe.
Fore time of creations mass makes no flaw!
Cast A Long Shadow...He does over celestial ball.
10/1/19
For Pick a Title, Vol 9 - Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contes
Enclosed Rhyme Poetry only
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Picked Title 1. Cast a Long Shadow
Like a lost firefly my mind strays
Concealed like a ripe walnut
My heart is shelled by enclosure
Waiting to be cracked open...
To be served on platinum trays
For whom ever needs some exposure
My donation of hope and faith...
Or perhaps you need just a little love
If you need some, it's yours to take...to pull
You may take as much as you need
I am serving plenty for all
Widen your fingers, grab a handful
My friend, what is mine is yours
My world just wouldn't be the same any other way
After all, is life really life...without love
Sharing and caring for one and for all
I'll be cracking open walnuts...
Until I'm way high...up above
Tri-Con Poetry Contes
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
7-16-2019
a single small bud
don't say spring is in the air -
snowdrops drowned in snow
15/03/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Writing Challenge 2 - Haiku- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
howmanysyllables.com: 5-7-5
2nd place in the contes
I walk into the park on Christmas night.
A wonderland of winter greets my eye.
In shadows with a bluish tinge, the white
of snow looks magical, and it’s piled high.
I’m glad I wore my boots! I look ahead
and see a bench. It’s also steeped with snow.
It looks like Saint Nick’s sleigh or a fun elf sled!
Like a child reborn, to that bench I go,
brush off the snow on one end, and I sit
and singing Jingle Bells, my favorite tune,
I’m taking in the scene, enjoying it.
But getting cold, I know I must leave soon.
To my imaginary one-horse sleigh
I bid farewell; I’m calling it a day!
Dec. 1, 2018 Based on Picture #4
For Sara Kendrick's The Park Bench At Christmas Poetry Contes
I think I have a grem/in, lurking in my words
I'd left a win/ow open and thought it was the birds
But then I heard a thud and a cry for he/p
Saw the little blighter, the elf upon the shelf.
He got very hungry, some letters he did eat
Put slashes where the letters were, do / admit defeat
It was for a contest, no time to put it right
hope that when its judged ,'twi/l be the dark of night.
Oh well I'll send it off, I've got nowt to lose
Meanwhile I'll write another if / can find my muse
That elf upon the she/f has caused me some grief
Never would I have had him down as a letter thief.
(a rhyme but some of the letters have been eaten away and replaced with forward slashes by a wicked elf)
Written 3rd October
For muschi/f contes/ sponsored by N/na Parment/r.
Pausing For A Breath
Nature works wonders,
The whiff of fragrant air,
The murmuring waves,
The thickets resting on the banks,
The flowers smiling in the cozy sunny rays,
Makes young hearts dance to their tunes.
We wait by the glistening waves,
Wondering why the mind hadn't known,
That the heart can ne'er be cherished,
In the dense woods of people,
Yearning for joy in the forests of clamour,
Was but a mischief of the learned.
Keeping the heart afar from God's law,
Can best be unveiled by the thirsty soul,
By worshipping the purity of nature,
Tripping over the dewy pearls,
Fleeing from the fetters of manmade expectations
We paused for a breath on our way to our hilly sojourn.
The distances woven by times parted,
Tranquility descended and repaired our broken hearts,
I held his outstretched hand,
Walked down the glade h tears rolling down,
The heart was lighter,
For I saw a new life in our horizon.
Balveen Cheema
Oct.6, 2015
Contes:Any Poem Written Before Joining Poetry Soup
Sponsor:Poet Destroyer A
May 20th, 2014
Here I am after a long time away. What can I say?
My only excuse is that the demands of life simply got in my way.
I must say I feel guilty for neglecting you - leaving you
waiting, locked away in our secret place.
It seems I come to you more often when I am down.
How selfish of me!
Yet! you never complain, and continue to allow me to dump
all my troubles and woes on you as I attempt to cleanse my soul, leaving you
to carry all my burdens.
You - who know me better than anyone - you who are always
there when I need you.
I come to you today just to tell you how much you mean to me, my
friend, dear diary.
Written: May 20, 2014 - too late to enter the contest
Inspired by the contes: Diary
a silken wall
beyond earthly realms
separates us all
from the great mystery
no mortal can see
lest He should call
Written 9/24/13 by Andrea Dietrich
for nette onclaud's POEM OF COMPRESSION Poetry Contes
Time moves very slowly when climbing the mountain
When going down the slope, time has a fast speed to entertain
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contes: Time-single rhyming couplet
Written: August 30, 2012
Poulter's Measure
(09/05/2012)
My birthday skin of 80 year old soul
It wrinkles here and there but I’m pretty
Who would’ve thought I used to be a fool
Had chased abstract things, had left me dizzy
My first hubby said I was a witty
But I kept on searching for compliments
Stupidities were wrapped in arguments
For my second, I never loved him sweet
He did do worst things inside our moments
Had enough after, I stood on my feet
A perfect skin for 80 year old me
Did I say I feel pretty? I did, right?
Aged skin, cracked bones, grey hair; a beauty me
Blurry sight never fails my inner light
Of my self, I had put up selfish fight
It did come when I was 60, oh my!
I thought before 70 I would've died
Never thought of this as a bless before
I stopped offer myself to random guy
Respect my weak body for a year more
Sits on 8th Place
for Cyndi Macmillan Contes 'My Birthday Suit'
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