I read book dedications and cry.
Nostalgia burns worse than
the words you used to speak.
I've been the problem child since
—well, ever.
A self-fulfilling prophecy.
Isn't it ironic,
my diamond dame?
You brought me into this world
pink and smooth and wailing—
or so I’ve heard.
Some nights, I wonder:
Did the chicken come first, or the egg?
Did you hate me
before you made me?
DEDICATIONS
milky-blue
swirly
signs
everywhere
stellar
backdrops
shoehorn
thoughts
wind&channel
with
emphasis arrayed
upon
the
traditional
Small dedications to those who- leave lasting impressions in life
I will love you until you can hear
And fully understand my intentions.
It's not puppy love. It's about dedications.
I love you with an incredible passion, dear.
I'm serious and dedicated to our relationship.
I'll stop loving you until the rooster stops singing.
This is clear; I will never stop loving you, darling.
Hence, you are the woman's captain of my ship.
The rooster will never stop singing coco-rico,
Therefore, I will never stop loving you coucou.
Love should be a two-way street with a rainbow
Where each angel plays a lute, a flute and a bamboo.
Copyright © April 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
To all women who have contributed to the growth of humanity, through their relentless sacrifices, commitments, dedications, endurance, courageous deeds, and resilience.
From the ones that would marry, conceive, or birthed in the slums and trenches and downtowns , to the streets of the highwalls in the cities across the globe. You're our heroes and we celebrate your existence today and always.
Happy mother's day to you all.
Oloye Olufemi
DEDICATIONS
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
coast to coast love songs
rendezvous, dedications~
laughing together
I’ve lusted your spaghetti Bolognese
with you, fine port, and a soft ocean breeze
Will I ever leave? Never!
I will love you forever!
But all I ask now is pour more wine please
together thirteen years and like always ~ you’ll forget the garlic toast
Today I looked through albums
To find you among the photos
Today I looked through the books
To find your dedications.
Today I went through our memories
To find you.
I missed you today
With a red rose in hand
In the eternal resting place
I came to meet you.
she held me, I held her,
we held each other,
till we could feel the beats of our hearts!
She kissed me, I kissed her,
we kissed each other,
we could not be pulled apart!
dreams and dreams,
and many more dreams,
dreaming we slept in each others arms!
flowers of springs, those autumn days,
the summer in May,
Snowy walks in those riverside farms!
wedding bells, those dancing girls,
white horse carriages,
friends and families cheering us along!
decades of love, dedications and care,
decades still to share,
may this last forever and for long!
a prayer to heaven, a whisper to God,
to express our thanks,
with our hands on our hearts!
1st Placement
written 25/10/2021
Mystic Rose sponsored
Rhyme sequence , every third line rhymes with 3 rd line of next stanza.
With my hand on my heart!
My intuition
Premonition
Inspirations
Dedications
Led on to these crossroads of decisions
From lessons learned in pain and strife
From many up and down hills in this life
Now it’s time
Wisely choose
Right direction
To take action
With blind faith
And to believe
From thy depth
Of my own soul
To the heights
Never reached
Ever in the past
Heidi Sands
9/21/21
Placed 3rd in the Cross Roads Contest. Shape Poem.
My feelings were the footprints,
On the lonely shore of your life,
Roaring waves erased my imprints.
In quest of them, I was left to strive.
You seemed to be a lost rover,
Among the scary woods, too dark,
I ran to save you and take over,
Bumped into rock, I got a painful mark.
In zeal of my flourishing emotions,
I hastily forgot to speculate and think,
Dedications didn't match your notions,
And I rushed towards you in a blink.
With you, I thought I had eons to go,
When about to believe, fate said no.
The Blest POETESS
POETRY, runs through HER veins : A Matriarch : All of the SOUP, KNOWS
ALWAYS, the ink in Her Motherly Pen with BLESSINGS LOVE ,FLOWS
REVEALS, the Heart of a MOTHER, with the POEMS of HER JENNY ROSE
HEARTFELT writes for Country, Flag, HEROS of War, and FALLEN TOWERS
FEELINGS of Patriotism from Her abound, like refreshing summer SHOWERS
WITH-IN the Pen of the BLEST POETESS “Dedications” hours upon HOURS
POETS LOVE to receive HER Comments, with BLESSINGS to YOU and YOURS
HEARTS PRAISE her wisdom : Wisdom like a Majestic Waterfall OUT-POURS
SPEAKING TRUTH the BLEST POETESS whispers WRITE YOUR HEART; SHE
ROARS
DEDICATED TO
KATHERINE STELLA
I TRULY ENJOY THE LORD
Oh, I sing from your lovely heart and soul..
Of joyful and appreciative praise to the Lord..
You're poetic and rhythmic celebration of faith..
Love and life with the Lord so delightful and great..
And my God today
I love you always
'I truly enjoy the Lord'
How awesomely blissful!
I am incredibly moved by your words Lord..
Glorious dedications and I am deeply touched
Oh, Father God love you so much
That I AM able to be inspire you to create us..
As such this is wondrous spiritual piece..
God He made man and woman.. the human race
Oh, I sing from your lovely heart and soul..
Of joyful and appreciative praise to you Lord..
I am so very thankful
I truly enjoy you Lord
inspired from words from
Dedicated to Poet Susan Ashley
4/27/18
written words by Susan Ashley & James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
from anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends 3"
Rivers of bright reds and browns sink into the soil,
sugar maple surrenders to silence.
Winter has little mercy for the colours of life.
But in early spring, buried bulbs rise, ready for the new toil.
The sun forces out a new drop of blood from the inner bark,
desire born out of suffering pulls roots from beneath the mud.
(this poem is from Eleni's pamphlet Autumn Dedications, 2015)
The shelves of your forehead wrinkles
are still undusted. I scrub them clean with hot tears,
carefully placing selected stories
on the continuum between you and me.
I twine our joint years around your neck,
covering you with Wisteria flowers.
In that royal coat I make you believe
there are no blue and red granules
in our blood.
(This poem is from Eleni's pamphlet Autumn Dedications, 2015)
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