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I will write the funniest poem of all time.
Sorry. It has already been done.
I will write the most romantical poem of all time.
Ditto.
I will write the craziest poem of all time.
Have you ever heard of Shel Silverstein?
I will write the rhyme-iest poem of all time.
Dr. Seuss?
I will write what I know.
And it will not have to be an “ist” at all.
It will not have to be the most, the funniest, the sorriest, the saddest, the sweetest.
It can just be what it is.
And it does not have to become famous.
It does not have to be understood.
It does not have to be appreciated.
But it will have to be my own.
Because it has to be the poem
That only I can write.
I sit and stare at the
Paper, overwhelmed.
Excited, expectant,
Waiting for her birth.
Wondering where she will take me.
I pick up the pen and begin. Knowing nothing about what is about to happen.
Children love
Not only with words
Or with deeds
But with hearts
And souls
And beliefs
They love beyond words
Beyond thoughts or ideas
More than we can reveal
With mere poetry or prose
With a heart of pure gold
And a soul inspired by faith
Believing in God’s promises
Honoring souls who honor Him
And believing in dreams that have
Been hesitant and hushed
But poured music across souls
In a dance of love and joy
A caress from the hope that anoints
The soul to be stirred by passion
Grace and an everlasting praise
Children pray
Not only with words
Or with deeds
But with hearts
And souls
And beliefs
Children leave feelings
Breathless rays of pure light
Pouring over the thoughts
Whispering insight, inspiration
Intimacy and incredible truth
Raining down like dewdrops
On the morning prayers
Children love
Not only with words
Or with deeds
But with hearts
And souls
And beliefs
Children light up with laughter
Heal with a faith that lasts
Plant wonders as seeds from joy
Water them with hope and wonder
Nourish them with faith and grace
And, when they share their beautiful
Blooms, pluck them so they can share
The experience of a love so rare
Children love
Not only with words
Or with deeds
But with hearts
And souls
And beliefs
God blesses them – these children
Who live on a prayer and praise
With their hearts, souls and minds
In ways that are so hard to design
But can only be felt with the dawn
On the light of an enchanting thought
Embracing the darkness and lifting
The gray so that morning drifts
Into focus, enchanting, enlightening
Enticing the heart to hold hope
And never give up on their dreams
Their ideas, their music that thrills
Their dance through a colorful earth
Who fills their hearts with blessings
And reminds them to always praise Him
The One who created everything so special
With a love that shows them how to live
A love that reminds them to give
A love that is the Father’s sweetest gift!
Children love
Not only with words
Or with deeds
But with hearts
And souls
And beliefs
Children know what is real!
" I will send them without wings so
that no one suspects they are angels."
God
I have had cats since I was six years old and got one for Christmas, she was
pure white and fluffy, I called her Snowball. Since then I cannot live without
a cat in my life and God always sends me one. I have never purchased a cat.
They just come to me as a stray lost soul, or someone cannot keep their cat
or in the case of my mother's cat, inherited. And my present cat was because
my sister could not keep her, way too fluffy she said. Each one has been my
best friend. Each one my sweetest companion. I love their purring sounds,
stroking their soft fur, their little kisses in the morning and even those big
meows, my cat sings to me like a little bird. I love that so much. I am sure
God knows when a person is lonely or sad and he sends a pet angel. These featherless angels fill me with love. My grandma used to say that I was born
with an old soul, my mother said I had the saddest eyes, and I seldom smiled.
But, with a cat beside me I am filled with happiness. God knows what he
is doing but in time he calls them home and my heart is shattered, broken
and I grief the loss deeply. Then, magically another cat will come to me, for
there is always room in my heart until I kiss them goodbye with tears.
held my angel cat
until her last gasp of life ...
and then held her more
Fullness in Emptiness 5-4-26
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Fullness in Emptiness
Emptiness clothed in humility
Hears the flowing invitation
Hollow space tires of frost's futility
A parched field begs for implantation.
Vines awake filling this empty space
As springtime dances through her arbors
Sweet grape clusters quivering, with grace,
Hear the earth's song in their snug harbor.
Roots nourished by warm rains understand
The vibrant language of the rich soil
A vineyard grows into the heart's land
Blessed by the summer's essential oil.
Soil and vine entwine in sweetest bliss
When autumn leaves their wine with a kiss.
EMPTY ROOMS
Sometimes there are echoes -
echoes of past laughter,
homeliness, warmth
as all around is held with the
flames of love and life.
Each corner is warm,
welcoming and cosy.
A safe haven to rest and
to just be.
To be loved and to love.
The clock chimes with the
passing of time and yet
this life I grasp now remains
immortal and frozen in the
past - undying - like the
love I have for you.
The sweetest voice belonged to
you. How I miss it!
The warmest embrace was
yours to give to all.
The most radiant smile which
lit up from inside was
yours to bestow.
Your life, your legacy,
was your gift that was wrapped
in layers of love.
Perhaps the eerie silence wraps
and hugs me like you
once did.
Perhaps the resounding walls
of a symphony that no
longer plays doesn’t.
A home without its vibrating heart.
A home lost without your
beautiful, illuminated presence.
A home that is no longer a
home without your dwelling.
Haunted spirit of myself
that drifts through mists
of loneliness.
There is but shattering silence.
Shards of a splintered heart
that slices through as it grips the void
with an iciness that could never melt.
Empty
spaces empty
chairs
empty
rooms
Let me tell it one more time,
When one more chance I see your smile.
That days and months when you were gone.
My life was so emptied , no secs I didn't cry.
My heart is bleeding, can barely beat.
Since you've left me here in empty space.
But when I see you again,I'll tell you this.
I love each day we were laughing,
When we argue and fall asleep, crossed-legs.
I love it when you brush my hair with those fingertips.
Down to my neck, a gently softest kiss.
Then we both lie barely naked wrapped with wild embrace.
I remember one day beside the beach.
You put a ring in my finger, and teardrops fell down my cheeks.
You're the sweetest person at that moment ,
Then you knelt down and took my hand.
I wore the promise of endless love,I believed in forever.
One rainy night , we argued too bad.
You left and ride in your car ,the last time I saw my guy.
When I woke up in the morning, I almost have to die.
I see your face in every news, you're such a superstar.
Wish that I could see you again, for once.
To tell you , I love you ,that forever you're mine.
PARENTHOOD
Most precious gracious glorious
status glistens, glitters on parenthood.
Child is the blessing, greatest righteous
to parents: poor, wealthy, bad or good.
Music of life in sweetest interlude.
Little angel appears with innocence.
Helpless existence on full dependence.
Peerless pleasure to raise up own offspring
Parents wish to give child all in abundance,
except curse, they try to bring everything.
09/04/16
SPRINGTIME STANDARD CONTEST by Brian Strand
Here is a romantic love poem based on the specific situation provided, blending the dark narrative of the lyrics with the requested sweetly nostalgic tone of a first crush.
To My First Crush
I remember you in the school cafeteria,
Where the neon lights hummed like a distant prayer.
We traded glances over plastic trays,
In those innocent, Manhattan-style days.
You were the candy that I couldn't afford,
A secret treasure that my heart adored.
I sold my soul just to hold your hand,
A foolish bargain I didn't understand.
Now I wait by the phone booth in my mind,
Hoping for a love I left behind.
You took every dollar of my youthful trust,
And left me buried in the cafeteria dust.
Jesus is in heaven, but you were my saint,
Before the world made me learn restraint.
My poppa’s in the graveyard, my momma’s far away,
Praying for the words I never dared to say.
I missed the ride at the fair that day with you,
Now I can't get it back—no, I can't get it through.
So I’ll ride out on the beltway of my dreams,
Where nothing is as bad as it seems.
I won't let them take this memory back,
No, they won't get it—no, they won't get it back.
It was a candygram from a life unknown,
The sweetest sin I’ve ever known.
I close my eyes, a white elephant near,
Sparkling like marble, bringing you here.
On his back, you shine like a star,
A prince so handsome, no one can compare.
In a land where dreams softly fall like snow,
We run through the hills, moving slow.
I’ll touch you like sunbeams, warm and bright,
In the moonlight, you glow more than the night.
No scars on your skin, just a radiant glow,
In your purple shirt, you steal the show.
You’re a destiny to me, but more than that,
A prince of my heart, where love’s at.
Together we’ll dance in this magical place,
With love in our hearts, in a warm embrace.
You deserve the world, my sweetest dream,
Forever together, we’ll make life gleam.
In a land where dreams softly fall like snow,
We run through the hills, moving slow.
I’ll touch you like sunbeams, warm and bright,
In the moonlight, you glow more than the night.
Now the morning whispers quiet to a hush,
among the memories you’ve left behind.
Word-tangled no more, the heart-song will rush
along love’s veins and avenues to find
a speechless island in infinity.
Uncaptured at last, your selves’ affinity
with quicksilver and evening and change
will sit serenely apart from portraits
and mirrors. And so I depart from the form
and frame, leave behind the artful tapestry,
however classical and apt,
because it cannot contain,
nor can it impart
no words I write
can sing or tell
the sweetest
song of
you
Christopher M. Swan, "Song of Susan," 2008