Ninth Poems | Examples

ON THE NINTH NIGHT

There was a dark fog  
Just after the big blast.  
To see the beauty of His art
He commanded for there to be light.

The fog spread, the skies parted for the sun
And there it lay, complete clarity.  
Like a woman with no earrings
There was a deficiency in the beauty.

Why does everything crawl and glide?  
In His wise mind, He thought
There must be something upright 
With a complete mind and foresight.

Yet He pondered, what's a mind that can't judge?  
On the ninth night, God created love.  
For He wanted man to manage other emotions 
To deeply appreciate the complexities of human connection.

The Ninth Wife

      Greedy vine spirals smother monoliths 
      Spider fern moss, fairy forest vertical
      Soaks in secrets, promise admonished


      Water trawled crevice, creek cervical
      Church canopy arch angel honours 
      Wing finger cool fires praise prancing 
      Laser selects sections, bark polished
      Licked by flitting demure madonnas

      
     Eight afore taped to trees keen tropical 
     Each fresh capes the chapel innocent 
     Suckers strung hearts hung over tendrils 


     Hundred year hardness rots, wet spent
     Mighty trunk rips open room charcoal 
     Doorway discloses disaster clandestine 
     Bluebeard’s bride wives winding sparkle
     Shon hopeful on nymph number nine




              3rd of July 
         Daintree Dancing

April Twenty-Ninth, One Thirty-Seven

outside my front door 
millions of raindrops fall down 
a distant rumble

From the sixth to the ninth hour

The rulers' wild minds and beast masks on tight
Were veiled in the looming night of their hands
Even their knees could not run from the plight
Air burned with a mother's cries across lands 
Soothed by kings' raining tears across the sands 
The planets and stars were splashed with Christ's blood
The sun blotted out by their tearful flood
The heavens were then filled with phantoms whirled 
Raining into wombs to become lifeblood
A blood and water mist poured on the world

Inspired by a passage by Homer's The Odyssey, Chapter 20

The Ninth Spoke To Me

Mama taught me to remember the celebrations 
The ninth spoke to me
Remember me
Remember him, who sits alone
with his purple urn
Her ashes, not the same
The clinks and cheers,
a shame
Her lips would sip from his glass
He’d plant a kiss
The honor, we miss
Now, near her frame, her smile inhabits
the room, but mama’s presence
is ash, contained
Wedded bliss so missed

1/12/2022

Ninth

duskfall creature,
tipsy on the blood of the covenant,
tell me, when did you pull the ninth card?
when your fangs grew in
and your eyes grew tired,
what made you build the castle walls?

the sunlight burns, you protest,
every silver-backed mirror a reminder to forget.
close the books, put down your stakes,
because the real world doesn’t work like that, creature of the night.

shame hasn’t cured the illness.
you paint a picture of their stares in the back of your eyelids
etch their whispers into the corners of your mind,
bear the weight of their crosses.

duskfall creature,
drunkenly playing the hermit,
why do you push the wooden stake against your own chest?

The Ninth Mother's Day

Nine Mother's Days have come around since the day when you perished.
The many years that we spent together are something that I'll always cherish.
You were such a great person because you cared.
When you died, I learned that life can be so unfair.

You were a wonderful mother and that's why I celebrate Mother's Day.
I knew that life would never be the same again when you passed away.
When you inherited $3600 in 1985, you shared it with my brother and I and Dad.
You were the most unselfish person in the world and when you died, it was so sad.

You weren't just a woman, you were a lady as well.
When you died in March of 2013, it hurt like Hell.
You were an outstanding mom to me and my brother.
Happy Mother's Day, you were the world's greatest mother.

[Dedicated to Agnes Marie Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]

February Twenty-Ninth

February Twenty-ninth
(published 4:11 AM)
By Franklin Price
02/29/2020

February twenty-ninth 
Comes by but every four
I write this poem to tell you
Why it doesn't come by more

The Earth rotates around the Sun 
I would like to make that clear
To return to where it started
Its travel takes about a year

Rotating on its axis,
The Earth makes night and day 
Three-sixty-five of them occur
To make the year along the way

However, there's an issue
With this daily keeping score
The travel takes a little longer
So we adjust it every four

We add a day to leap ahead
So we don't get behind
I hope I've not confused you
Is this too heavy for your mind?

To make it easy to determine
The years with one day more
Use the math you learned when young
And divide the years by four

When your math is finished,
With no remainder there to see
Those years will have the extra day
Now I'm confusing even me

Now I'll throw in one more thing
When the century comes in play
The first year with the zeroes
Does not get the extra day

I wrote this in early morning
Of the day that makes the leap
No good reason why I did it
Now I'm going back to sleep

Twenty Ninth Anniversary

This is a day to celebrate
When memories come back to mind
Every little thought provokes something
Never sadness just blessings to find
Twenty-nine is the magic number
Years that we've spent so much in love
Nothing can take these thoughts ever away
Indeed thank God for fitting us like a glove
Now we can look back with much fondness
There were wonderful days when we first met
Holding hands for that amazing first time
And in wonder still held in our net
Now our love has matured so deep
Never would we have believed so long ago
In our hearts connected so well together
Very obvious to each other to God we owe
Every echo of thankfulness for His grace
Resting on His mercy and love for us two
Such is the Lord's sovereign providence at work
At our wedding day, we gladly said I do 
Right now we agree all these years on
Yes is our word as to God we lean upon

(Yesterday was my wife Christine and I celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary, so I have written this acrostic on her card so thought I would share it too.)

Of the Famed Labors of Hercules Ninth Poet, Poet Dedication Series, Emma Lazarus

Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules
ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus

Through Time's mesmerizing and meandering paths,
Colossus of heroic worship rightly praised,
He that vented his strength and fought with half-god wrath;
Mighty Son of Zeus, his feats that this world amazed,
Carved in stone, sculptor Vincenzo de’ Rossi hand
Paid for by Cosimo I de’ Medici's gold,
A Titan born into brave heart of Grecian lands,
His tales endure and will forever be told.
Image of his labors, Bargello Palace once held
When bravest of heroes were admired and lauded,
Strong and powerful were dark monsters his hands felled;
As true Greek warriors sang of and applauded.
Mythical hero representing Greek freedom
A giant, famous pride of ancient Greek kingdom.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2019
Sonnet, inspired by and honoring,
poem titled, The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus

In Twenty-Ninth of April

H-appiness fills your heart, 
E-arly in the morning light; 
L-et your mind and spirit
E-njoy after the
N-ight.

S-weet wishes and greetings
O-ffer a thousand thrill; 
R-apture and mirth remain, 
I-n twenty-ninth of
A-pril.

Early Morn Ninth of April

E-arly morn ninth of April 
M-akes the Sunday sublime; 
B-eautiful beacon comes up, 
E-rasing the twilight 
T-ime. 

G-ray clouds don't gather, 
U-nderneath the blue sky; 
R-aindrops have vanished, 
A-s the cold chill passes by. 
N-ew dawn has broken, 
G-iving a thousand thrill; 
O-ne light is in view, early morn ninth of April.

Neverland Ninth

Two outs
Bottom of the ninth
Two balls
Two strikes
Wendy up at bat
Coy and demure
Peter on the mound
Anxious and determined
Stares down the batter
Looking for a sign
Wendy winks  
Peter winds up 
A slider down the middle

The Ninth Wonder of the World Is In Your Eyes

Candle, candle burning bright,
Blow it out, without you there is no sight.
The Moon,Moon glowing white
I see it in your face pure bright as skylight
I am a witness of this amazing thing

The smile in your eyes is....the look of Love
Little angel, oh rare piece of art
Sweet love,gentle soul you've stolen my heart
your love cuts through my heart like a dart
Treasure inside me, i will forever hold

Such pleasure it is to gaze upon you
Tenderness in your eyes..the look of love
This love makes the heart wants to sing
About the beauty of life with you in it
My diamond in landmine, sweet love

Your brown eyes ignites my desires
I desire you as the desert desires the rain
Your voice echos in my heart, my favorite melody
A loving voice that melts the winters chill
Your love takes me away to places yet unknown

At the end of the day, when i close my brown eyes
Your love entices my spirit to take flight on shimmering wings
Dancing through the skies, celebrating our love,
`Oh I love you like a panda bear loves bamboo`
Forever growing, never ending.

April Ninth Sunday Morning

M-orning ninth of April 
A-ims to thrill your heart; 
R-ise of the sun begins, 
Y-our fears and worries depart.

R-ainy night is over, 
O-ne dawn denies the twilight; 
S-tormy weather is gone, 
E-arly beacon's burning bright.

B-eautiful daybreak carries
E-ndless grace or blessing; 
S-avor the warmth and freshness, 
A-pril ninth Sunday morning.

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