Long Award Poems
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I shadow their smiles;
insincere, seen and felt, makes
them have empty souls;
I do not do wrong;
I never do corrections,
just perfect mistakes;
I am always right,
fortunately, being that,
I am neither wrong,
nor is nature wrong;
streams do not rise for joy, nor
does a drowning soul;
I like simple needs;
the substances do construe
a burdensome load;
and time for nothing;
the cell phone rings, then again
then...time disappears
of course, such great plans,
always procrastination
will get nothing done;
poetry contest;
I will feign reading them, then
award the losers;
at last, loud demands,
unbearable selfishness,
and it’s all for me.
By candle’s breath the shadows creep through halls of sorrow,
Where whispers wake the sleepless ghosts of each lost morrow.
The ivy claws at windows cold, in hunger and dread,
While moonlight mourns upon the stones remember the dead.
The clock strikes twelve, its echo cries through mortal fears,
A hymn of dust, of faded love, of endless tears.
The portraits weep in golden frames where silence bled,
Their eyes still plead through time and pain remember the dead.
Through crypt and chapel drifts the scent of wilted bloom,
Where souls in lace await the dawn that breaks their gloom.
So when the wind moans low and prayers of night are said,
Kneel softly, whisper once again—remember the dead.
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Would you like me to format it in a Victorian parchment style (aged-text effect, candle emoji dividers, or ornamental breaks) for a more “award presentation” look?
We're together in this, the fault is ours
withhold the explanation
we'll share the blame.
"Not in this life! my take is already on the billboard"
Now is the time to stick together
holding each other, sharing one umbrella
until this trying moment is over.
"No way! I'm definitely leaving the squad".
On the first sight of danger
and an unpleasant situation of horror.
'Forgive me! but I'm stepping backwards"
Persistence pays
refined is the product coming through thick and thin
be a risk taker and have guts.
"Please, I don't need the award".
Now is the time let's seize the moment
a fool is the person who kicks opportunities away.
"You go ahead, I'll do that afterwards"
It's all about sacrifices
subject yourself to undue limitations
for the benefit of your next generation.
"hell No! I'm definitely going overboard"
The battle may seem bigger
but you're more than capable
examine the challenge, but focus on your strength.
"Thank you! But I'm dropping my sword"
Be unique, be different
don't follow the crowd
be a trail blazer and a pace setter.
"So that I stand odd?"
On the road to glory and a monster appears
despite the capability to overcome
he deviates from going goalwards.
His achievements make neighbours bored
his fury towards strain makes him seem awkward
and his strong will becoming flatter than an Apple Keyboard
What a being! His excellency, Mr. Coward.
His world had broken, all that he knew,
His life had been turned upside down,
And instead of standing and starting again,
He found himself bound to the ground,
And each morning became day became night all again,
Sleep wasn’t his anymore,
In fact if “awake” was ever a prize,
He knew he would receive that award,
Numb with no life, his lights then dimmed,
His care and desire both walked,
All he could feel was the flat little line,
A flat little line that meant naught,
You see, he was beaten and bashed by his thoughts alone,
His thoughts had conquered his head,
And the last thing he felt was that unbroken line,
When he closed both his eyes to be dead.
Hi Matt, this is an older write of mine never entered into any contest, i think it might fit this contest however. Hope you enjoy this one :)
I had a step-father who a classified genius
He was a science teacher and member of the Audubon Society
He earned teacher of the state award at one point
He brought wildlife from the outside into his classroom
We would run into past students of his many places we went
He knew every bird, plant, flower, tree, fish, reptile, amphibian and more
He knew Biology, Astronomy, Chemistry, and more
We traveled the United States annually and a sabbatical to Central America
We collected wildlife for his classroom and study
We learned science constantly and had a museum in the shed
I was taught about nature throughout my life, so it was instilled in me
I looked at the world through nature every single day
I wrote about nature, I lived with nature, I love nature
I write this, because now, there is a crisis with nature tainted and harmed
Killed by chemicals that will be an ongoing crisis for a long time
By people who carelessly burned chemicals, knowing they would be dioxins
I cannot accept or adjust to this horrific catastrophe in my mind
Although, I am glad he is no longer here, to see this disastrous crisis!
Heidi Sands
2/24/23
If heartbreak were the canvas I was painting upon then you were my muse, and my hearts bleeding was the paint that was used
There was more than enough blood and tears to create an award-winning portfolio, depicting every word that was said, every torturous blow
The color of my saddened eyes, the dullness behind their stare, almost the color of nothing at all, just emptiness and despair
The tearstained cheeks no longer a rosy hue, now flushed with the feeling of shock from being slapped when they were dealt the cold hard truth
The pink, luscious lips that once stained your own the same shade, are now an icy blue my entire being has succumbed to the pain
A once vibrant girl now has turned as hard as marble but still as delicate as a shard of glass, she has nothing left within her just a wisp of a breath intact
You were my love, a beautiful piece of art, something my mind could never have captured your essence, your heart
I guess that is why I am painting what it is that I know best, the feelings that I alone clasp onto within my chest
I wanted for you to be my masterpiece and I wished to be yours to own, but an artist can’t create beauty all alone
My art is called heartbreak it is my most treasured, tragic piece, it depicts the love that you once gave to me and I to you, but mine you wished not to keep
So, I place you upon my wall so that I may look at you every day and remind myself that love hurts and that a heart can break.
When the days are longer and nights darker
The forgotten ones quietly enter my heart
The aversion, anger and dislike dissipates
All becomes one and sweet song of memory
The parched past falls in to abyss of oblivion
Time is a great healer are the words of wisdom
The human heart is soft and peace loving award
Gone moments become amusing anecdotes of fun
The faded petals of past turn in to fresh bloom
Serenity and calm being the divine order of life
Imbued in solitary ambience I write these lines
After living for years of turmoil and turbulence
The characters and incidents appear as shadows
Being pathetic ploys of naivety and ignorance
Vanishing in the vibe aura of prudence and piety
,
USA MLB PLAYER
Cy Young Award winner.
Oakland A's # 43
A's won AL Series 19&9
Baseball Hall of Famer
Funny, how we meet folks!!
.......
Dennis, I only met on the phone,
several times.....
I was working for a Cable Company
in the '80's.
Dennis was a customer who I sold
cable channels to and also sporting
events.
He was one of the nicest,most
humble people in sports I ever
was blessed to speak with.
No attitude, no "I am too
important to talk to you"attitude!
No answering machine.-)))
Those short moments with Dennis,
a truly accomplished person with 'real'
schedules, left their mark on me.
I won a trip to Spring Training from
ESPN as I was one of their Sport
Scouts. That trip to Afizona was the
trip of a lifetime. I got to see Dennis
play in Scottsdale.
Today, the most insignificant folks
cannot text, cannot email and worst
of all never answer their phones!
We have lost the art and loving
another in our own "Trivial Pursuits."
That's so very sad to me. I am glad
I met him prior to cell phones, texts
and emails. And the Internet!
I have a real sense of Dennis as a
Human Being, and will forever cherish
that voice, his kindness and warmth!
God Bless Dennis!
November 24, 2019
Form:
My youngest son is 53 years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it as his as well
Like two peas in a pod we are
Poor dear wife Cathie
She is tested daily by us two extreme characters
She deserved some kind of an award, a medal
For endurance under extreme comedic conditions
The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary
Life is one big hoot
And why not... the alternative sucks
Did I say I'm proud as punch of my Scottie
A successful computer guru
Heading up the Creative Services Department
Of a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
I'm repeating myself aren't I
He's the 'apple' of my eye
Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!
We're both bytes out of the old Apple
A beauty from the soul
More than just words
Accolades the wordsmiths self-made
Poet
You know it…
I award you in internal brotherhood and friendship beyond this void
Your worth worthy so
Even though we haven’t met (yet)
Poets
You know them…
Your one of God’s children and yet
He fathered you fair
Merited salvation glare
Freedom still
Collaborates Gods thoughts
Pens please don’t even lay them down my friend(s)
It be your glory, it’s your crown;
To write those gifted poems, write on…
There is words in praise and praise in words
As you write what you write allowing the spirit to input
I away you with privilege granted accolades
Tis an honor to read those words (these words of praise)
That wonderful writes my brother(s)
Co-created by you and God;
Some find it odd…
That you
Write on, write on..
Verses ribbed from your bones and from your soul(s)
Truth be told..
Alleluia Glory
Praising God with the words you share it
Makes you my Brother(s) Poets..
Soldier(s) Knighted in words of enlightenment;
Privilege honored;
Writer delighted
My poetic friend(s) bothers(s)
Many are there’re others but right now I’m praising you five;
God’s liberty in creations thrives
Write on, write on
On into glory
Verses ribbed from your soul(s)
Truth be told..
Alleluia Glory
Praising God with the words you share it
Makes you my Brother(s) Poets..
Equally yoked no one’s last their all first
This dedicated to my brothers poets of Poetry Soup
Gregory R Barden Robert Lindley Lyric Man Curtis Moorman Freddie Robinson Jr.
Dedicated to my Brothers Poets of Poetry Soup
Gregory R Barden
Robert Lindley
Lyric Man
Curtis Moorman
Freddie Robinson Jr
2/21/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©