A squab, a squid, a squishy stump
A troll, a gnome, a stick, a chump
How else to describe my cousin Bump?
You see, he also is a bit of a chump
"Don't be sad, don't be blue
One test score doesn't define you
You're more than marks, you're bright
Learn from mistakes, shine with new light
Keep calm, stay strong, and carry on
Your dreams and goals are still within reach, Clear
I believe in myself, don't give up the quest
You'll rise again, and do your best!"
Celestial bulbs
Bright ivory mediums
Alive from dark ink
Narratives
Point to that
Which cannot be
Described and
To that which
Cannot be the
Object of
Pointing...
I am balancing myself on my dog, who is built solidly.
He does not flinch, holds steady, my wolf dog, Lee.
A purple giraffe is watching, and he does not look happy.
The cat gives him a hiss, but he does not flinch of flee.
On my left arm I am balancing a dodo bird named Fee.
Hovering near my right arm is a colorful pink and green bee.
There are some posies in the meadow, said my friend Shelly.
A cat is walking by wearing blue jeans that have a sticker, Lee.
Love My God..
HE is the one who Balances
The universe..
HE is the one Who
Make fall of drops from
The sky..
HE is the one Who
Feeds the hungry..
HE is the one who
Heals the wounded
HE is the one Who..
Sustains our lives.
HE is the one Who
Deserves all the praise..
HE is the one Who
Makes me happy
Through HIS bounties..
HE is the one Who
Has created this miraculous
And wonderful world..
I love my God ....
HE is the one Who
Has sent a Holy Book
From heavens..
For our guidance.
And safety..
I love my God..
HE is the Greatest of all..
I love my God...
A lot I could say about my bookshelf:
In a way like my half-understood self.
A first-time user should seek my half help
Against a blind book search and its yelp!
Supports the cruel weight of three thousand books:
Fat ones except Camus’ that it brooks,
Golding’s moderate-sized up to ten
And Hemingway’s made to stand like brave men!
Wood that clearly woos the works of laureates,
Notwithstanding, kept spaces for Harriet’s,
Able to secure them from clinched finesse;
Never much in shelf owner’s non meanness…
Shelf that says ‘Yes’ too to Science Fiction
The Best-Sellers for their winsome diction;
War novels that claimed a whole compartment
Some headache to Romance Apartment…
Then, Travels and Autobiographies:
Fine ones picturing Great Lives like trophies;
Frame that made sure it quartered the classic
For to have not done so the Quite Sick…
The flawless apt I want to often lick
And side-talks suppress in South Africa’s click;
The brownish shelf as tall as Hulk Hogan
Had my body organs joined as organ.
In real life, there's joy and pain,
A balance of sunshine and rain.
It's not always easy, but it's real,
A place where we laugh and sometimes feel.
There are moments of pure happiness,
When we feel we're blessed with success.
But then come the times that we fall,
And we wonder if we can stand at all.
It's in those moments that we find our strength,
And we realize that we're not alone at length.
We have friends and family to hold us tight,
And we know everything will be alright.
Real life is a journey that we all take,
With ups and downs that we can't fake.
It's where we learn and grow and thrive,
And it's where we truly come alive.
So let's embrace real life with open hearts,
And appreciate all of its different parts.
For it's in the struggles that we find our way,
And it's in the triumphs that we learn to stay.
Describing His Love
God’s Love is so pure and merciful, full of compassion and Faithfulness.
He loves us so much He allows us to go through tremendous sufferings and
trials but, not to hurt us but to refine us. When He allows these, He is aware
of the sorrow and the pain we endure but, he doesn’t turn His back on us. He just seems to be very quiet and He cries with us. As a good parent that He is, He corrects us when we are off! Not to be mean, but to straighten out our walk with Him.
Remember, narrow is the Way that leads to life and broad is the way that leads
to destruction! His love is directing us on the “very narrow” Way! How I love
this Beautiful God, His Son and His Holy Spirit! Hope you do to!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings December 10, 2020
A poem can be many things
Something that match
Like flowers blossoming
That soothe your eyes
With colours that are describing
Something that resemble
Like sunshine and stars
That brighten up your world
With light rays that are bombastic
Something that speak
Like running water
That voices out your heart
With sounds that are not silent
Something that run wild
Like an imagery world
That grants you every wish
With every possibility that may
not exist in the real world
Edgy waters
Flocking birds
Slashing rain
Shattering Thunderbolts
Gaping canals
Waterfalls of trees
What was I thinking
In slow whispers
As I read Mary Oliver
To learn about Nature
My journey as a poet has hardly begun
But being a poet is my strive
A stranger was seen
Waiting at a bus stop
He was short in height
His hair was almost grey
The colour of his eyes blue
He had small narrow nose
With a small mustashe
That hid his lips well
He wore a black suite
Followed by a white shirt
His tie a royal blue colour
His shoes were new black
He looked very handsome
Being physical challenged
He walked with his crutches
Now he looks forward to meet-
His girlfriend on a date
I would probably start with dimensions
but turn to the doctor for more
Seconds queue behind eternities
Air frozen in favour
Comparison would be next
But what is the opposite of life
Shrouded movie spectres
demons hell are plentiful
Lights that magnetise
Descriptive shade and shape
The virgin visitor
who meets us all just once
but then who would we tell
Love is the bind between sighs and cries
And can release warm light upon the dark
Has the strength to move within lows and highs
And shine on troubled hearts with rainbow's arc
Love is a realm with dreams of tomorrow
Will build a world within a world yet known
Can heal an injured soul of its sorrow
And will inlay in a heart a truth to own
Love can keep the long years through days of gray
And is a universe which never grows small
Will walk the graveled roads and always stay
And has deepest feelings at beckoned call
The sounds from love's strong heartbeat can enslave
To be the music heard until the grave
3/2/19 contest What is Love
W andering through the maze of intense mind
H ours of fervent search would take me deep
A t the core of feeling my yearning heart craves
T o find a blooming flower, I know it is love.
W hen in the silvery garden on a full moon night
H ues of romance tinged with shades of mystiqe blue
O utline the shape of a dream figure, I know it is you.
W hy, you might ask, you appear like a lone star
H igh above in dark and I see you shine in my sky,
Y ou’re made for me to sparkle I know, that is why.
W alking on the garden path in spring I could
H ear the breeze flowing on the flowers whispers
E cho of music rippling on your butterfly wings,
R iding the pulsating waves of my soaring ecstasy
E nter my heart, that’s when you know it is me.
Written : December 1, 2017.
March 25, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice P, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.