Friends Dizain Poems | Examples
These Friends Dizain poems are examples of Dizain poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Dizain Friends poems written by international poets.
There is a valley- we'll find, certainly,
as we pursue the road of life till then;
where we will rest in our eternity
and meet dear friends and family again.
To find our valley, we do not know when
or how we will get there to look upon
this hidden place that will bring a new dawn;
restore our souls to everlasting peace
and where to rebirth we'll be calmly drawn;
our interval of worldliness- release.
April 20, 2023
~1st Place~
Writing Challenge - 'V' Words Poetry
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: No. 4- Valley
Judged: 04/22/2023
Imagine a world void of all hate
where we could disagree and shake hands.
Kindness would wash all grief while we wait,
politeness would be in high demand,
and dignity would, therefore, expand.
A world where rain washed age from our years
and sunshine brought youth instead of tears,
love would blossom midst flowering bend;
sounds of war dissolve along with fears,
and people of the world become friends.
Is peace a dream we will never reach?
are heartaches our only stepping stones?
Are we resigned to walk a lone beach?
Wind sails kites of promises we've sown
sound judgments we quietly disown.
But then, at end of a weary day,
as sun dances mid crimson display.
Shadows soften as planets align,
worries begin to dissipate, fray,
within a peace that nature designs.
March 2, 2023
For Word Challenge--an I word
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables.com=9
Her poor broken heart now lies in rubble.
She done hooked up with another bad boy.
Ignored warning, "keep away, he's trouble!"
The womanizer played her like a toy.
How funny, her name happens to be "Joy"
Friends often wear disapproving faces,
For she looks for love in the wrong places.
Catastrophe dealt a withering blow;
Her bleeding heart leaves obvious traces.
A relationship doomed from the word "go"
D Forms - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Theme chosen: Doomed
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 02/08/2022
I had a neighbor, who had delusion,
Of being poisoned by his kith and kin;
His wife seemed to him lively illusion,
Her delicacies he threw in waste-bin;
Sharing sweets from friends seemed to him a sin,
Eateries could not content his hunger,
As he felt these are but poison dumper;
He carried his cook wherever he went,
Could he, yet, get rid of his strong stumper?
He's half-dead now, in delusion, life spent...
07 January 2022
*Image of Winners of Connecting by Pixabay
Close Encounters of the Best Kind
Anon celebrations plumb us adjusts,
preceding months were more compatible,
familial presence friends superfluous,
plain chat wheedles a bit less fragmental,
pooled consciousness markup valuable,
fruitful homily affect harmony,
ripes present blooms extended courtesy,
besieged turkey banquet crowds Christmas trees,
stanch observance occasions normalcy,
camaraderie and oneness appease.
Tis the choice of annuals hails bonus,
each control themselves appropriately,
contrasts ne'er build or they'd be a Jonas,
dovetail twirls a sensitive filigree,
our kindred tree naught a Genesis tree,
naught muddled rundowns so microscopic,
yarns curled scripts that were kaleidoscopic,
ensnared eyes courteous ears learn the spiels,
showpiece manifest substantive topic,
closing in prayer banks where heaven deals.
2021 November 03
Swashing waves and swimming fish who don’t cry
The sun shining her rays on the ocean
A massive fish stared to the ocean’s sky
Seeing the sun’s distorted reflection
The fish proudly made a proclamation
“Behold, the sun, the everlasting light
Bow down to him whose great rays give you sight”
So every fish and crustacean bowed down
Not knowing that it’s just a phantom so bright
Sending the doubtful to the deep to drown
Swashing waves and swimming fish ripening
The smallest fish, filled up with zealous faith
Leaped straight out the vast water like lightning
Shattering through the blue sky with no scathe
Seeing the pure sun in splendour, no wraith
In fleeting despair and soon coming bliss
Due to the sight of the true and lone disk
He told his tale on an abyssal plain
To his close friends in secret with much risk
Hoping to see her splendour once again
Prayer meeting for the departed one
finds family praying in silent grief,
whilst others shed crocodile tears as dole,
marking time with their cellphones for relief,
cold hearts, unable to turn a new leaf,
searching familiar faces to connect,
their insincere condolences thus suspect,
crass gesture that happens time and again;
high time from our life, such ‘friends’ we eject,
for they alleviate not, our deep pain.
16-October-2021
One of the finest hours I can recall
Came at a momentous time in my life,
When I stood before the altar, so tall,
Took Deborah Anne Going for my wife
Because, before, my life was full of strife
I was floundering along, life quite dull
In my early forties, a dismal lull,
I wondered what life for me portended.
Everyone of my friends’ lives seemed so full
Deb came along, my life became splendid.
written June 23, 2021
[Thinking about my wonderful wife, Deborah,
who passed away on November 22, 2018.]
I believe the fine things in life are free
Not cash or opulent trappings of wealth,
Material doodads purchased with glee
At the top of my list would be good health
Nothing valued obtained by greed or stealth--
Family and friends--the top of my list
A good reputation--not to be missed
Having a spouse, considerate and kind
Evenings at home, occasionally kissed
Surely these things can't be too hard to find.
May 25, 2021
The time is close- the crossroad to my death-
dear God, so short the time to quantify,
before I leave this world with my last breath,
the good my journey brought to fortify
a life worth-lived, and aptly justify
I've loved and helped my family and friends,
and when I've wronged, did offer my amends;
as best I could- I followed your commands.
Oh, God, if not, please now my soul, do cleanse,
and carry it to Heaven in your hands.
Holding hands in silence at time of grief,
an impulsive emote, now memory.
In these times, we can offer no relief;
each in aloneness, weary and teary,
carries his own cross, in dark gloom dreary.
The world as we knew it, is not the same;
solace of touch denied, which is a shame.
No doubt hearts beating, bridge any distance.
We know not yet, what is the divine aim:
is a friends embrace needless indulgence?
08-November-2020
Living alone this Twenty-Twenty year,
I truly cannot help feeling so sad.
Although I know that many hold me dear,
I need friends near, to be happy and glad.
While waiting, I mark my plans on a pad.
We're trying to do what those in charge say.
Our lives have all changed in such a big way.
To some the illness has brought great sorrow.
When this disease goes, a much brighter day
We'll all look for a better tomorrow.
Written 10/10/20
Dizaine Poetry Contest
Emile pinet , Sponsor
The first time I met Paul it was true love,
I was lost in his deep blue eyes;
and now my true love has gone up above,
but this kind of love never dies;
for in night dreams his spirit does arise.
I bring a red rose to his grave,
trying not to weep_ trying to be brave;
the breeze on my hair is his touch,
each beautiful memory I will save;
oh, we love each other so much.
In my dream I hear him whisper my name,
come, come my love to me this night;
I have no fear- all fear I overcame,
and I find him in a white light;
it is not spooky but it seems quite right.
Paul has never left me- he is my ghost,
I keep our love in my innermost;
he is a voice that is talking,
friends say- oh, let him rest in peace, alright;
but beside me he is walking.
"Is that the wind wailing? No, it is my love calling."
__________________________
May 5, 2020
Poetry/Dizain/I Live With a Ghost
Copyright Protected, 20-1248-723-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Regal Royal Relationship
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
I wept, and I sighed...the day that he died
We were the "Bestest" friends all of his life
Our friendship was pure, that can't be denied
Even though, he slept next to my ex-wife
He never, ever...caused me any strife
We would take long walks, spend hours in the park
As we ran side-by-side, till it got dark
My love for my friend...forever, be kept
I can still hear his voice, his playful bark
The day that he died, I sighed...and I wept
How Death Has Affected Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo
1/8/2020
When a mother dies, her family sighs
Speeches are made, funeral orations
You seek to know why, then break down and cry
Circle the wagons: close friends, relations
Comfort from flowers -- roses, carnations...
The hours move slowly; then days become weeks
The return to routine at first seems bleak
Yet as time passes, a curtain's lifted
From on high to her brood, Mom again speaks
Love abidingly deep ~ Heaven-gifted
December 15, 2019