“Don’t leave me,” I begged
“I’ll turn over a new leaf.”
“You said that last time,” she said,
“But the story was just the same on the next page.”
“This time, I’ll start a new chapter, a new book,
One with a happy ending.”
“For whom?” she asked (grammatically)
“For both of us,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” she insisted,
“You’ve lost the plot,”
“Are you saying our story’s over?”
“Yes,” she said, “you’ve been remaindered.”
The sun rises, and the seeds start to bloom.
Resting on a table in the delivery room.
Emotions rise as a sign of affection.
A vibrant rose, picked for perfection.
Seen from afar, the lavish petals.
Thorns pierce the skin like jagged metal.
Fragrances are so unique that they cause a high demand.
So heavenly that one whiff transports you to a dreamland.
The fruitful flower shines with heart and soul.
To see you smile is my only goal.
White rose, red rose: remembrance and grief.
As the petals start to fall, we turn over a new leaf.
I am a wounded man who has lost all belief!
The Grim Reaper will soon be coming like a thief!
{The fickle sickle of a pestering Jester}
Give me Nepenthe that I may forget my grief,
And relearn to be joyous in this life so brief!
Make me drink this nectar, may I find some relief!
Maybe I'll change my mind and shed my unbelief,
Or find my lost hope and turn over a new leaf!
This cup of forgetfulness will now become chief
In restoring my faith, I'll wipe my disbelief!
Give me Nepenthe that I may forget my grief,
And relearn to be joyous in this life so brief!
Though hurt, returned not hurt for hurt,
He gave us pearls,
Healed delivered, and forgave us,
Died for the world,
That's love
His flesh ripped from His frame
for just you and I,
But He cried "Father forgive them,"
before deciding to die.
That's love.
We stand up for our rights,
and defend our belief,
But who stands fr Him,
for Him turn over a new leaf.
For love.
We forward march like an army,
faces like a flint,
A relationship with Christ
with Him Eternity spent,
For love.
Let us pray for one another,
facing eternity each day,
When love hurts, let us forgive,
hurt for hurt’s, not the way,
For love.
Nothing is worth missing heaven,
what would one give for his soul,
Jesus Christ, our example,
Greatest love ever told.
Now that's love.
Tears are the words of my heart,
My heart’s faltering voices
The reassuring echoes of my soul;
When my heart hurts
my eyes cry tears,
They also shed tears
when my sad soul rejoice.
Lo, my life is engulfed
in a raging firestorm,
like the flowing molten lava
a trail of tears streams down
setting my soul on fire.
As each leaf falls and each teardrop shed,
they tell a tale:
Falling leaves foreshadow
the onset of winter.
So do falling tears forebode
the coming of woeful nights…
Oh, as the season turns
and as the time turns,
It behooves us to turn over a new leaf
and tear apart from the hurting past.
Do not let the past accuse
It lies there dead and beckons you to join
Turn over a new leaf
For hope lies underneath
I really believe poetry contests are beneficial
But I find myself writing lines so artificial
Trying to win a fleeting notice or score a trophy
That I lose sight of writing good, quality poetry.
Various requirements sometimes put me off
I think I’d rather be on the links playing golf
Instead of spending hours cramping my style
Writing a poem that might only bring a smile.
I desire to write some memorable, quality lines
Not limited to theme, or odd-prompt, confines
And think I’ve written something that will last
Even coveting a rare place with greats of the past.
Of course, I know the best wrote some apologies
That only a few of their poems made anthologies
Many never read until the poet was long gone
We never saw those poems meriting only a yawn.
So, I’m going to turn over a new leaf and see
If writing poems I like makes for a happier me
Entering only contests accepting the poems I write
Instead of writing poems a “sponsor” will cite.
written October 29, 2021
Many times life has left me with a puddle full of misery to soak in
Many times life has left me heartbroken
These feelings can't be put into words and spoken
It's a heavy feeling nobody ever gets used to
So many times in my life I have been used too
Everyday I feel like I could just go under
Just when it seems to get bright and sunny it begins to lighting and thunder
Poets and writers are filled with misery and pain
These are things I cannot explain
Some days I wake up feeling like I've been hit by a train
I hope those reading this don't go through these times of grief
These feelings are so hard to live with and death would be such a relief
During times like these you need to turn over a new leaf
Make a better life somehow someway
Make the changes that you need today
Or life will forever be grey
I walked into a room
full of angst and gloom
Assignments not done
books left at home
Said to myself
Be pleasant, like a friend
'Coz if you are mean
the day will dead-end
Sure enough, wasn't gruff
Kids breathed a sigh of relief
Apologized and promised
to turn over a new leaf
If you've ever taught before
You know that won't happen
But this much I'm sure
there's truth in its wrapping --
You set the tone
for every class you teach
So, be pleasant, be friendly
and for God's sake ~ don't preach
Crossroads
You will never see them coming
Yes, the crossroads
Where you have to choose
Choose a new road to tread in
Lose what you thought could be "forever"
I don't want to turn over a new leaf
The "If" ,no ,I don't want to think about it
So I remain stuck at the junction
I auction all my better days to the sands of time
Time will tell
So I choose to live the moment
My decision?
Don't comment
How can one just get rid of so easily?
Dear Thought don't judge me
You ought to understand
Understand I'm human too
I might be sulking,
Gulping ocean waters so sour
But life playing its mind games on me,
Pass by the hour
I find myself in need of the candy too
Handy? I know the winds will be
Will push me to choose
Until then, I will live by the little strength left within
I will watch them,
The roads
Their vastness
Spreading out to the four corners of the earth
For now, I choose not to move
I had always wished I could hit a magic reset button
To be able to go back in time to change the things I did wrong
There’s so many things I would have done differently
But I’ve come to a realization
Those choices have made me who I am
Strong, independent, caring and vulnerable
Who would I be if that button existed?
Would I still be me?
I’m learning that there actually is a reset button
But it’s not the kind that fixes mistakes
It fixes your state of mind
It reaches in to heal your soul
It helps you turn over a new leaf
It helps you push the toxic negativity out of your life
You learn a lesson from the mistakes of the past
You learn to let go of the pain
Only you can create this magical button
It starts by being grateful for what you have
Not mourn for what you lost
And I for one, am going to push that button
Laughter's Best Medicine
thoughts that spring up out of hope
when you have a fight with the soap on a rope
can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss
when there's a dozen of pots in your sink
yet deep down within your soul
there's some things you ought to know
watch on as the green grass grows
whispers in the corridor alone
spaces, traces & faces
silence has etched its beckoning call asunder
filter through a duration of the sun with lots of fun
a new day has begun
we can't let go the way that we feel
a love embrace will seal the deal
all of life being a great spinning wheel
got to think hard to what is real
silver dollars thrown into a fountain
our souls may be stricken with grief
now is a good enough times as any to turn over a new leaf
coming down from your commander and chief
New Year’s Eve,
resolution made.
New diet,
I’ll try it!
Must turn over a new leaf
when the spring arrives.
Fictional write for contest - I never make resolutions and have never been on a diet!
Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 Syllables checked using How Many Syllables
Contest New beginnings
Sponsor Kim Merryman
12~31~15
Who Said Can't- Constanza
Who said can’t breathe air of freedom?
That’s what you make your self-belief.
Your portion from life you won’t thief.
Breath to life bears many kingdoms:
For you and your treasures’ relief;
Except should your choosing are grief’s.
Life and death are ways to end-doom.
Should you want comfort midst brief,
And both to court and live you chief.
Wedlock is beyond bride and groom.
Expand life in pairs: man and beef…
Lo, your turn over a new leaf.
Warrants meek and mild on seldom.
Too humble soul, the disbelief;
But frankly, bequeaths no mischief.
Who said can’t breathe air of freedom?
Breath to life bears many kingdoms:
Life and death are ways to end-doom.
Wedlock is beyond bride and groom.
Warrants meek and mild on seldom.
A.O,5/01/2014
For: Craig Cornish's "Andrea's Inspiration, Connie's Form, Constanza" Contest.
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Somewhere down the road yonder
Will I find my love I wonder...
Better not to go and see;
Oft love rips your heart asunder,
Nah, I shouldn't repeat the blunder,
I'll turn tail and flee!
I once walked this very road
But endured a heavy load
in my heart of grief;
I better stick to my code
Lest my peace again erode-
Must turn over a new leaf!
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