As the clock strikes its last few strokes,
the old year will soon be on its way,
So, let’s bid farewell to what has been
and not be too sad this day,
Another year’s lessons etched upon
our hearts,
With courage and hope, let’s welcome
this new year and begin with a fresh
start.
In gardens of change, the seeds of our
hopes we sow,
Each seedling new flowers will bloom
and grow,
Ready to write a new chapter and
start anew,
Chasing our dreams, witnessing them
come true.
So goodbye, old year, the lessons you
taught me I hold dear,
With gratitude and hope, I am ready
to welcome the New Year and face
what lies ahead without doubts or fear.
Happy New Year to everyone and a big
thank you for all your support and
encouragement throughout the year.
by Zyrool
Categories:
day old, farewell, new years day,
Form: Free verse
Old lies remote, yet they find a way
Though it does not shine like New Year's day
It wakes hope to raise it to the top
Ask past and present for them to swap
It's the age that will soften their hearts
Heaven's eyes will see, and Grace imparts
Angels sing a suite composed by Bach
As that day nears, boost time on a clock
Old ask politely, excuse me dear
New says certainly, it's nice and clear
As an old wish sits on top, tick tock
Feebly ask, add more years please, Good Luck.
Categories:
day old, new years day, old,
Form: Couplet
Memorial day
old soldiers
popping buttons
Categories:
day old, memorial day, old, soldier,
Form: Senryu
Our sun
has a quirky little attitude
it says keep your distance
and I'll keep mine
I promise to keep you warm
but I'll trash that pretty blue eye
one day
our beloved sun will burn out
like a heroin dipped rock star,
or
birthday candle ignored
the earth will grow cold
as day old wax
and life will be no more
Categories:
day old, death, life, sun,
Form: Free verse
A boy of 10 I only fished,
to bring one home for mother`s dish.
Became a man with drink and wished,
that getting tanked would catch me fish.
Categories:
day old, drink, fish,
Form: Free verse
VNV RAP GROUP
At first I wondered
who are these old guys?
Inspiration then dawned
with the unyielding force
of a new day’s reality;
they are me!
I’ve gained no special options
apart from the others,
these fourth place winners,
of the Southeast Asian Team.
In their faces I see myself
as they sit wondering:
who are these old guys?
Categories:
day old, age, angst, endurance, introspection,
Form: Free verse
In-laws
And their flaws
Sisters and brothers
Ma’s and Pa’s
Some are sweet
Some are cold
Some are young
Some are old
They’re short
They’re tall
They talk too much
But they never call
Some will drink a coke
Others will have a beer
I hear someone saying “I’m thirsty”
Here’s a class of water my dear
“I like rib eye steak; I like roasted chicken”
“I like baked salmon; the food is in the kitchen”
“Is there anything that I’m missing?”
“Naugh Bob keep looking at Miss, I think he’s smitten”
We ate
We talked
We danced
We all had a good time
Family, friends and in-laws
People are cool no matter what their titles
When it’s all summed up
The day was delightful
Categories:
day old, day, old, sweet,
Form: Rhyme
It's day one of the rest of our lives
Beginning as it usually does
But this one seems a little bit different
The old world is all abuzz
It's all abuzz with great excitement
Something's about to take place
Has this old world finally realized a truth
We're destroying the human race
Since the very beginning of time it seems
Wars have forever been fought
Over land, religion and ideologies
In a web of destruction we're caught
A day of awakening is about to take place
We have finally seen the light
From this day on wars will be abolished
Peace is finally in sight
Am I dreaming out loud? Can this be true?
Pinch me to make sure I'm awake
Let's hope this time it's more than a dream
But reality for all our sakes!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
day old, dream, peace, day, world,
Form: Quatrain
She is an old lady of 98
Living in her own time
Saw the hearts of a Valentine Card
Thought to herself where is mine
With puzzled frown upon her face
An old memory floated by
Of a time and a place
Plus a card with angels that fly
She is remembering the handsome lad
Dark curly hair and dimpled smile
Who vowed undying love to her
Married her in grand style
Those memories have faded
Gone are the days of love
But nestled in an old tin box
Is the card she was dreaming of.
Penned 1/2/2013
Contest: Forgotten Valentine
Categories:
day old, romantic, valentines day, old,
Form: Light Verse
The day is sad and cold.
The white pine at the forest's clearing
pours sap, like tears
From the many meaningless gashes
of the hatchet's blade.
A rogue shoelace dangles from a high branch.
These things are acquired
from the busy-ness of Summer.
The time has yet come to bid farewell,
As the old tree clings to the last tendrils
of its ever growing, ever green life.
The arborist reports,
this will be my friend's last day in this life.
A few of its children have survived long enough
To now gather at the clearing's edge
in solemn respect.
The nearby meadow grows more yellow in mourning
Of what is yet to come.
Even the stubborn sky turns gray
And weeps for these hours of departure.
The matted ground beneath collects the fallen foliage
Like flowers on an open grave.
And I, I can only offer a few respectful words:
An eulogy paled by comparison
And inadequate to capture
The sweet life this old friendship
has borrowed from this forest.
Categories:
day old, death, friendship, seasons, old,
Form: Blank verse
Buy one, get one free!
Waste no time, come and see!
If you are looking for a metaphor
please check the green box at the front door.
Similes are in a stack, take all you want
Hiding under the wizard's hat.
Acrostic words, there are very few
But there are many old and new haiku.
Love phrases are stacked sky high
Wasted tears stacked up to the sky.
Woeful plea's, some old some new
Pick the one best suited for you.
Quatrains in piles are in rows of four
Couplets in twos sit by the back door.
Pantoun, sonnets, odes of love
Are on ladders reaching the heavens above.
Take your time for For verses of rhyme,
Some are borrowed from old father time.
This sale will be held just for a day
I have things to do, happiness is on the way.
Buy any one with a kiss, two of any thing with a hug
Three by standing on your head, , four with a tug...
On my day dreams ready to go out and play
Recycled heart strings are free...molded in clay.
The sale ends at midnight on the day after forever!
No returns accepted, take every purchase and do something clever!
Sunday. September 30, 2012
For SKAT"s Contest
Categories:
day old, happiness, old, day, old,
Form: Couplet
It often trickles slowly, timid and shy
From the inner eyelid of a song
Or down the cheek of a distant mountain
A sunset rising beyond the hill, or moonlight on the window sill
A rose in bloom…a drop of dew…so tiny, sweet and beautiful
It fills a cup with voiceless wonder, and deep affection
It languishes softly…with wild abandonment
And will not be tamed
But, another kind is rooted deep
Buried where the light can’t reach
The anguish of the world falls on it’s cheek
It dwells beside the hopeless shore
Until thundering waves can't be ignored
The first single tear drifts down the walls
Into the shadowy tide of a river, longing
Bleeding old wounds, through all the old hurts
Looking for a place to hide
The sky above the earth will darken
Behind a leaden, lumpy cloud bank
Now the day has puckered up a bottom lip
Round spattering tears are warm
Prelude to the storm
The day will weep
Until it falls asleep
.....................
For the One Silver Tear Contest: 7/26/12
Categories:
day old, day, old, sad,
Form: Free verse
With each clenched fist that you punch me
One step closer to hell you get
For I will not always be ten years old
And each beating you will live to regret
With each open hand that you slap my face
Your coffin you’re starting to build
You may think its instilling discipline
But I’m plotting a vengeance that I will fulfill
If I were you I would begin to wonder
Why my ten year old son, for years, hasn’t cried
Don’t believe that you have turned me into a man
Just because my childhood has given up and died
One day soon I will be stronger than you
And that is when I am planning to strike
That day soon will be upon us two
And the outcome you are not going to like
A murder sentence is not a deterrent for me
Because I will be free of your tyranny
I need not plan the perfect crime
For I’ll gladly serve the prison time
Be wary, old man
Your end is near!
Your journey to hell
Is almost here!
NOTE: This poem is in no way, shape or form an autobiographical write. It is simply the product of an active imagination that also watches the evening news.
Categories:
day old, life, old, day, old,
Form: Rhyme
i noticed an enticing gleam in your eyes
a gleam that enunciated precisely what i needed to hear
but somehow i was slow to recognize
when i discovered what your stare made clear
in those emerald orbs i saw your heart
in in that stare were the words "my dear"
that was when sweet began playing its part
and forced far away forever my fear
we shared a shadow under an old oak tree
and a sweltering summer's day suddenly became cool
under that old oad tree were found you and me
when reality decided to break its rule
the rule was that only time would tell
yet the two of us needed no such time
destiny took us to where divinity would dwell
and a summer's day made so sublime
that day you came as such a surprise
while your emerald eyes became an exclamation mark
but by then i wasn't so slow as to not recognize
that you stood as a disclaimer to the dark
(c)2012 ....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
day old, angst, day, old, day,
Form: Quatrain
I watched
As the waves sounded heavily
Against the old worn jetties
Hammering at the wall of stone
That rose up from the beach
Before fading away
And once again
Racing back out to sea
High up
In a clouded blue sky
Seagulls danced in acrobatic flight
Tapping each others wings
When they flew by
As if to say
Nice seeing you again!
Above the billowing clouds
That seemed to reach up forever
Sat a bright yellow sun
In a cold sky of gusting winds
Though try as it might
Could not find a way
To warm land nor sea or me
So I watched
As the waves pounded on
Rolling up the beach
Until they touched the tips
Of the old pair of shoes I wore
While I waited for you
The same way I did yesterday
And the day before
And the day before that
For what seemed like forever
Always hoping I was wrong
But always knowing… nonetheless
That you
Were never
Coming home
Categories:
day old, life, love, old, day,
Form: Prose Poetry
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