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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: inspiration, love,

Hero

In a world where hearts ignore compassionate cries. Acts of kindness become rare, so empathy dies. As human nature loses the skill to listen, his mission is to help every smile to glisten. He needs no theme song to introduce his name, nor has a desire to reach Hollywood fame. No x-ray vision nor bionic power, he can't read minds nor move the Eiffel tower. His tongue is an olive branch forming peaceful words, most beautiful soul whose heart can conquer swords. When sorrow calls and heartache leaves the mind in knots, his sincere voice will calm those tormented thoughts. The tenderness of his fingertips will soothe dark scars, as the heart heals, it will illuminate like stars. He sees no difference between a dove or pigeon, his humble heart spreads love like a religion. He is not the sandman, but he can help bring dreams, he has no halo, but his love flows like streams. His life is like a cherry blossom bud full of grace, a butterfly who doesn't belong in this place. In his quest he sacrifices his own pain, aware his emotions are like sandcastles in rain. He knows death awaits, but his empathy bleeds, continuing to inspire, ignoring his own needs. The Silent One 18 November 2017
Example for HERO contest


Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: fantasy, hero, love, romance,

Of Ladies and Lords

He walked with her a good mile
and talked with increasing smile,
with wonder he sat,
for the gladness in her heart;
...spent her days with wild hope ---
that he was in her eldest dreams,
from the beginning smote her monsters
and eased her deepest fears...

Now he rode with her again on his great white steed,
'til the edge of some mystic dusk;
and turn they could though too darkling
the winnowed wood, and chasing with shadows
the misted nite path, and she finally bade him
and his hidden forest hideaway;
so quaint and annointed with its little beds,
and bruin skins 'ere the hearth
and lordly portraits above its mantel;
and he lit it alive with warmth,
and the moon had come swift through the garland window

And in her hand he thrust the dearest of wine,
with nectar lush for a goddess, 
and dearer her heart for him more they dined;
yet he pressed no closer ---
and gazed delicately glancing her bosom,
remained mostly her lunar eyes...
and bade her a fine warm shawl ---

But the wine and fire...his eyes...
his eyes upon her though brief ---
stroked her where they fell,
and smiling she was longing his lips,
but caught her lust...
her heart! she could hear it drumming desperate

" I am almost too warm for your fine shawl..."
" Too warm? " said the lord ---
" no wine could simmer so, and the fireplace
too slight for such heat..your eyes undress me.."

And no nite they had ended...
nor any morning come betwixt them,
(but a kingdom of love in some forest green)







Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: dedication, father, inspirational, love, children, children, love,

No Greater Hero

Struggling through the Great Depression
Growing up fatherless in the care of a loving aunt
Losing her husband, his weary mother could not cope

Working for the Civilian Conservation Corps
Trying to support his family
Attending school at night to provide a better life

Playing his sax and clarinet
Resounding notes of joy cast blessings
Filling our home with happiness many children never know

Loving eyes and deep, gentle voice
Drawing admiration from all who came to know him
Speaking softly, never in harsh tones

Accepting life’s challenges
Forgiving when his children seemed ungrateful
Nurturing, caring, standing by our sides

Picking us up when we fell
Offering support in every endeavor
Being the kind of father he never had

Teaching us to work hard and achieve
Reminding us that life offers no guarantees
Encouraging us to rebound from challenges as “come-back kids”

Gathering at his hospital bedside New Year’s Day 2009
Astonishing nurses with the depth of our love 
Never leaving his side, three grown children rested hands upon his

Lingering six days in a coma, perhaps his soul already in heaven
Speaking to him, hoping he could hear
Wanting him to feel our love one last time

Siblings who rarely agreed
Concurring just this once
Feeling blessed by our father, the brightest star we see in heaven



* Dedicated to my father, Arthur Schwarz, who died January 6, 2009


Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: appreciation, hero, love, mother,

Unsung Hero - My Mom

Unsung Hero – My Mom


My Mom has always been unassuming, never flashy,
But her name deserves to be up in bright neon lights.
My magnificent Mom, Olegaria, is my hero!
In her eyes, no one is a zero,
And she is a blessing to all who crosses her path.
Successfully raising her own five children,
She also helped to raise all the stray children in her neighborhood.
Her guiding motto is “You can’t believe in God and
Not care about others - whether it is people, plants, or animals.”

An extraordinary human being, generous to a fault,
She would give her last slice of bread
To anyone who needed to be fed.
Nothing, including her time, is too good or too precious 
To share with family, friends, and even strangers.
Often she’d sacrifice her own happiness,
If it meant that others would be happy.

While Mamacita is very humble, forgiving, and non-judgmental,
She is nobody’s fool and can be a fierce lioness, 
Quick to defend her values and those she loves.
Caring mothers like her are especially rare today,
And should be declared national treasures.
Because of her powerful influence and the solid values she instilled,
I am a stronger, kinder, more conscientious, and better person.

My Mom helped me to see life in a more positive
And compassionate way – to treat people 
How I would like to be treated.
Even though she is not a regular church-goer,
She prays several times daily and her home is her altar.
I thank God every day for blessing me with this wonderful mother,
And for her continued presence in my life.
Mom, you will always be my hero!


07-30-2014

Contest:      Tell Us About Your Mom (12-28-2015)
Sponsor:     Judy Konos
Placement:  1st

Contest:      Unsung Hero (07-31-2014)
Sponsor:     Carol Eastman
Placement:  1st


Poem Details | by Michael Santner |
Categories: death, father, introspection, love, hero,

I Only Understand Now

We talked at length
The hours we passed
The life you lived
Oh the horrors 
So many men's live snuffed
Oh Arizona, a dedication
Whose souls be at rest
Amidst oily scum
And so many others
Sightless eyes watch
The world in disintegration.
Yes, you’ve seen
Many unimaginable horrors
Those only Man can inflict
You’ve grasped my heart
I watched you whither away
A hero by all accounts
God rest your soul
Oh gentle man.
God rest ye gentle man.
My heart aches
With your passing
Now I have your cherished one
She that you know
Rested in my heart
For years and years and years
The one that tended you
All that time
Oh yes, that woman of women
She is in my arms
Forever… my very first love
The thought of whose love
Brings tears to my eyes
Together… finally…
Forever.
Never
Worry…
Never
Forget…
Just so you know…

Semper Fidelis..you are my hero Donald Canan,USMC, WWII veteran Western 
Pacific..he told death to get bentMay God Rest your soul.




Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cancer, change, child, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspiration, inspirational, journey, june, life, loss, love, memory, mentor, miss you, parents, pride, remember, sad, self, spiritual, strength, tribute,

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry WNiday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind to no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, best friend, cancer, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspirational, june, life, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, pain, parents, remember, sad, sad love, sister, slam, sorrow, soulmate, strength, tribute, urdu,

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: fantasy, hero, love, passion,

Her Fairy Tale Came True


Fairy Hills are gone, with his curse, ruined.
Can this hero be greater than her sin?
Did Father, forgive? He was her desire -   
Oh Tam Lin, of stories, you beguile again!                             
 
Woods are now suburbs, we are far from home.
Slip into their minds, creep behind their roam.
Past’s visions will be life’s reality.
Legend leads us where fool's hearts cleave and comb  

Climb into their world, leave behind your woes.
Hide ‘neath trembling leaves from past pains and foes.
Search their soulful tale, embrace ecstasy.
Taste the nectar sweet where flowers did grow.

Open light forbids you and I to share
intimacy of our skin warm and bare.
Like those lover's torn, l hold your heart and hands,
softened by light eyes under dark brown hair.

Oh just like Tam Lin, I’d save you again,
far from city's eyes, we’ll live in the glen.
A woman and a girl, I'm with child of yours,
standing brave with you, our love, I’ll defend!


Our lovechild kicking strong beneath my heart
is condemned by those who want us apart.
She connects our love, forbidden by two worlds 
as we plan our lives making a new start.

Fairy Hills are gone, with our curse, ruined.
Are we two heroes now greater than our sin?
I forgive myself; in our joy, I’m free -
With tolerance and love, doors will be opened!
     

   
    


Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: celebrity, deep, hero, inspirational, love, poverty, sensual,

Celebrity

They are not rich.
They have no car
They have no fat.
They have no dream.

They are not so-called educated persons.
They are not news.

They are struggling for existence.

They have not any exceed of life 
Which is poison

They live with their old parents.

They have innocent smile and intuition.

They created their poor house as rich home.

They are my celebrities.
But I am not communist.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Poem Details | by The Lonely Poet |
Categories: cute love, desire, dream, hero, missing,

Aladdin

You freed me like a genie out of a jar
I never thought it could go this far
But you are my Aladdin
Who came to rescue me all of a sudden

I was in the dark, you came and….
Took me out to the light
I was a lost child but you wiped my tears….
And vanished away my fright

I owe you so much; I’m in your debt
I could never repay you, whatever on saying I kept
You showed me the way, you are my guiding star 
But please promise that you’ll not….
Put me back into that jar!

You are my princess, you are my jasmine 
You in my heart always have been  
Promise that you will forever stay
Promise that you will never go away

Promise that you will hold me tight…..
On a cold night
Promise that you will never let me….
Get out of your sight
Promise that you will never let go of my hand
Nor leave me in the dark alone, where I used to stand



1/23/2015


Poem Details | by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: dedication, hero, love, strength, together, trust, uplifting,

Super man

Super/man


It seems, like everybody needs a hero
and I'm sure, you're no different than the rest
You've found the world is full of countless zeros 
Especially when put up to the test

Now, I'm not faster than a speeding bullet
Or can I leap a building with a bound
But, when every bodies gone and has left you
I'll be the one you'll still see around

Sure, I don't look good in fancy spandex 
with a big ol' colored emblem on my chest
But when you're feeling down, no need to make a sound
I will lift you up above all the rest

Yes, it's true I don't have X-ray vision 
and my other parts are pretty common too
But find it in your heart, to let me fill the part
and give my Super Loving all to you


Poem Details | by john loving iii |
Categories: dream, fantasy, hero, love,

Thank you God for bird eggs

When love lies in a crypt unnamed
And it's fire lives on lips untamed
And the wild fury wakes from it's sleep
to find the who or what it seeks
With thirst and hunger of the starving
Armed with strength men find alarming
and the valor of a silent knight
Antisipating whatever unknown fight
built for battle and not for flight
Searching both the days and nights
for the thing that illudes the sight
Made of love and things measured
identified by hopes and things treasured
Found only by the eyes of the soul
to satisfy an insatiable goal
Where only grace can intercede
and the lonely has met its chosen seed
To give to it's own special need
That one of which the dreamer dreamt
That angel for whom the eyes have wept
The secrets that one's heart has kept
All fulfilled to the deepest depth
To the place where inspiration ferried
and to the person imagination carried
All wrapped in things called thought
Inescapable this thing where it's caught
My heaven, where my paradise is you
My perfect, is everything you do
My soul has found its rest
with love, that turned my crypt into a nest
With you, my soul has been blessed
with peace, and this is happiness.


Poem Details | by Glen Schwartz |
Categories: america, grandfather, hero, hope, love, war,

War is Hell

        War Is Hell
              Our nations war to settle a score and or fight to noble fight..
           It's the countrymen who pay the price, no matter who was right..

                Now I love my nation under God , My country tis of thee..
                   My one regret is that my son , was my eternal fee..

            Like his dad before he went to war and served this nation well..
                I taught my son a lot of things, but not how War Is Hell..

    His camp came under fire one night while the boys were all writing home.
         That was the first of many nights, our families would dine alone..

                  The days were long , the nights were longer..
                        But with time all wounds they fade.
                   I could see my boy in my grandsons eyes..
                      What a treasure my God has made. 

               I spent most of my time doating upon the lad..
                 Telling him hero stories of his fearless dad..

               Now he's joined the core, to fight a new war,
                       and or make his father proud.
                  And every night as I pray for his life,
                       My cries can be herd aloud..


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: adventure, child, fantasy, hero, imagination, princess, sweet love,

THE TALE OF PRINCE AARON



Once upon a time a long long time ago
Prince Aaron was riding his unicorn
When he met his precious princess
In the enchanted forests of the Ottawa Valley
And saved her from flying fiery dragons
He was so strong valiant and brave
Thus started a romance that would last a lifetime 
One day they would throw the wedding of the century
But for now the prince needed to go to sleep
And give in to the dream land of elves and faeries
As mommy continued to read his bedtime story



Submitted on June 8, 2018, for contest FAIRY TALE POETRY sponsored by ALEXIS Y -  RANKED 2ND


Poem Details | by robin davis |
Categories: encouraging, hero, hope, inspiration, love,

Being someones superhero

Looking with hearts eyes we'll find
It doesn't take much to be kind
You don't need powers or capes
Helping a stranger escape
The torment their life is bringing
Or the pain that might be lingering
All around their hearts each day
There is such a brilliant way
To ease the troubles that they see
Making tears of misery
Fall each time new days begin
They just want to finally win
Living free from misery
A simple request to be
Made true if we all just
Give a little friendly trust
That everything will be alright
Letting them know a light
Of kindness can lead them past
All the hurt--it will not last
You never know how one small act
Can make the biggest huge impact
On someone who's really down
Their life can be turned around
If we all take one small minute
To release love--try to spin it
Towards others who need a lift
It would be the greatest gift
No money or wrapping paper
To do something good and taper
The wrong in the world and see
The caring humanity
Flowing and seeping into
Others who are sad and blue


Poem Details | by robin davis |
Categories: care, friend, hero, love, power, world,

Superhero Kindness Spreads From One Person To Another

It always feels good to give
That's the way we all should live
Helping someone who's in need
Allowing the world to succeed
In being more loving and kind
Leaving hatred far behind
Lend a hand or helping shoulder
Young, a teen, or even older
Everyone has super powers
Those in times of desperate hours
Need us to use them full force
Sending troubles way off course
Making a less cloudy day
Sunshine lighting up the way
So they can move closer toward
Paying acts of kindness forward
To a soul who's lost and sad
Remembering they too once had
A secret hero to make sure
The worse days are now pure
And full of loving happiness
Now passing it to the rest
Of the world one at a time
Our earths help meter will soon climb
A full 100 percent
Hand in hand we can invent
A place to live without the sorrow
Looking at a bright tomorrow


Poem Details | by Alexis Y. |
Categories: for him, love,

MY HERO

I was just on the brink of giving up on love,
I was about to jump into a fog of loneliness.

But you came and rescued me from despair,
you were my very own superman.

You brought me back from darkness,
your love revitalized my broken heart.

Your love caused me to see sunshine.
I can't believe that you are mines.

That happened ages ago and you’re
still my friend, my lover and my superman.




Alexis Y.
12-20-18




Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: age, angel, beautiful, beauty, body, boyfriend, celebration, celebrity, change, character, creation, desire, emotions, children, friendship, girl, girlfriend, hero, humorous, i love you, image, life, memorial day, memory, middle school, relationship, romantic, school, society, student, teen, teenage, truth, wisdom, woman, women, words, world, youth,

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.


Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: love, hero, hindi, love, poetry,

Tesu A Folk Love Story of India 3


Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part3 Prelude Note: The story as painted here on Poetry Soup is the sole creation and imagination of the writer, except the names Tesu and Jhonghi The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India. The Tesuwalas* (little children with a earthen lamp on their heads) as depicted in the Poem are gradually diminishing with the passing of time and changing life stylesIt's a tribute to that great warrior and lover Tesu, who sacrificed his life because he had given words to someone How and when you would come to know soon...With best wishes before the festival of Dewali (Light)..Ravindra Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part3 The festival of light is again very near Tesu would be seen Perhaps once again on the streets, Till these little girls and boys Would carry them on their heads In the lovely decorated Handiya* (earthen pot) Which resembles Tesu’s charming beloved, Jhonjhi.07 This is how, the existence Of the name & deeds of Tesu Was saved by small village children Who are carrying it since ages On their pretty little heads. Though the name and story has lost Its real charms and glamour In the mind of those Who have forgotten This non painted hero Of the bygone age08 By coming only once in a year near Dewali* These little children Carry Tesu and Jhonjhi, While singing the Songs Of their forgotten love story As a remembrance of a Hero And his lovely bold beloved Jhonjhi09 To continue..... Ravindra Kanpur India 08th Nov2012 Clarification of Hindi words* Dewali* - The festival of light. Tesu* - The Name of the hero of this Poem. Tesuwalas* - Hindi wordThe young boys and girls, who carry The decorated earthen pot with holes and a light inside on their head and come Once in a year near Dewali are called ‘Tesuwalas’
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US lawsCopying this story without the permission of the writer is strictly prohibited and would be subject to legal remedies taken by the writer.


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: addiction, autumn, beautiful, beauty, best friend, brother, cat, celebration, change, childhood, christmas, cousin, dad, dog, fishing, food, football, grandparents, grief, halloween, happiness, heart, hero, holiday, home, life, little sister, love, mom, mother, music, native american, sister, write,

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr, Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate.
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix.Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: love, hero, hindi, love, poetry,

Tesu A Folk Love Story of India 4


Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part4 Prelude Note: The story as painted here on Poetry Soup is the sole creation and imagination of the writer, except the names Tesu and Jhonjhi The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India. The Tesuwalas* (little children with a earthen lamp on their heads) as depicted in the Poem are gradually diminishing with the passing of time and changing life stylesIt's a tribute to that great warrior and lover Tesu, who sacrificed his life because he had given words to someone How and when you would come to know soon... With best wishes before the festival of Dewali (Light) ...Ravindra Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part4 This is how , the existence of the name & deeds of Tesu Was saved by small village children who are carrying it since ages On their pretty little heads 09 Though the name and story has lost Its real warmths and glamour In the mind of those Who have forgotten This non painted hero Of the bygone age10 By coming only once in a year near Dewali* These little children Carry Tesu and Jhonjhi, While singing the Songs Of their forgotton love story As a rememberance of a Hero And his lovely bold beloved Jhonjhi11 To continue... Ravindra Kanpur India 10th Nov2012 Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US lawsCopying this story without the permission of the writer is strictly prohibited and would be subject to legal remedies taken by the writer. Clarification of Hindi words* Dewali* - The festival of light. Tesu* - The Name of the hero of this Poem. Tesuwalas* - Hindi wordThe young boys and girls, who carry The decorated earthen pot with holes and a light inside on their head and come Once in a year near Dewali are called ‘Tesuwalas


Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: devotion, faith, life, love, peace, recovery from..., wife,

My Hero my Wife

Sometimes the question is more important
Then the answer could ever be
Sometimes you must close your eyes
To ever be able to see
It really is all about the same
Everything is held to chance
No place in life is this more prevalent
Then the passion of romance
Have I mentioned destiny
Or a thing called fate
How each played a major role
In me meeting my true soul mate
My wife and I met one day
Each of us on the run
Trying to stay one step ahead
Of the things we had done
We talked about our children
The hearts we had broke
And how some people in this life
Are truly different folk
Then we talked about ourselves
And how it came to be
That we were finding in each other
What others failed to see
That was many years ago
As I smile at her and grin
That, that lady took a loser
And then taught him to win
There is a hero in my wife
At least she is to me
That lady who took a demon to bed
Then made an angel of me




Poem Details | by MoonBee Canady |
Categories: beauty, bible, character, christian, faith, god, hero, inspiration, love, marriage, romance, woman, women,

Queen Esther

(Esther 5: 2)



The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!

Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned

Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot..
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman

To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began

..Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand

But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor

But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored

And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
..That Was In The Power of His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *


(Part 2)

Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan


( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )


                    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/15/2013 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady



I have always loved the story of Queen Esther.This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen).then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?).'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this.MoonBee 


Poem Details | by jaremy mount Jr |
Categories: abuse, beautiful, beauty, best friend, birth, birthday, candy, care, caregiving, celebration, change, character, child, childhood, children, conflict, confusion, courage, cry, forgiveness, hero, i love you, journey, life, love, mom, mother, mothers day, my child, my children, parents, son, sorry, thank you, thanks,

I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on mei dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would haveit would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beach, body, care, city, drink, earth, fire, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, hair, happiness, happy, hero, how i feel, i love you, image, joy, kiss, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, night, paradise, places, poems, poetry, romance, romantic, soldier, summer, woman, write,

My Persian Queen

From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.

Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.

O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.

And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?

You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.

My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.

Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.

Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.

My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.

Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.

It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.


Poem Details | by Rhoda Monihan |
Categories: business, care, character, courage, discrimination, emotions, freedom, friendship, future, happiness, heart, hero, history, hope, identity, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, leadership, life, light, lonely, love, meaningful, muse, passion, peace, people, philosophy, political, psychological, remember, remembrance day, rights, self, senses, strength, truth, veterans day, voice, war, work, world war ii,

May Life Bless You

May life bless you with real freedom, 
Keep enjoyment as your place, 
May you find your own confidence, 
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded, 
By real love in your eyes.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May you receive more than you give, 
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,   
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May you always uphold justice, 
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests, 
And its unsettled times sometimes; 
May you do what’s right no problem, 
Not questioning the strain, 
Nor grumbling about the consequences, 
Of morality’s devoted love train

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered; 
May you testify to fact and truth, 
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology, 
To dictatorial governments overthrow

May life be all...

May you respect others in esteem, 
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand, 
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours, 
Which ramify the other unstudied, 
By embracing love and laughter, 
As whispers of grace embodied

May life be all..

May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories, 
That history upon which you cannot glance; 
May you always speak your mind, 
To make rationality your guide, 
And in dignity confide and correct, 
To let the delinquent within you abide

May life be all..

May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted, 
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution, 
And may you prevail generally as a good person, 
Bringing light where there’s intrusion


Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: adventure, beautiful, beauty, christian, courage, cry, dream, faith, fear, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, god, happiness, happy, heaven, hero, hope, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, life, love, pain, peace, philosophy, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, sin, sleep, spiritual, strength, stress, teen, trust, truth, uplifting, visionary, youth,

Turn On The Love

Turn on the love to motivate me;
There's no energy on hand.
When work to be done is shadowed by rest,
Remember you were saved by a crucified man.


Poem Details | by Young King sa |
Categories: butterfly, candy, care, crazy, cry, culture, first love, for her, goodbye, hero, little sister, metaphor, poems, poetess, relationship, voice, woman, women, words,

She

She's the flour in the middle of a fertile desert soil
She dreams of my dreams when i dream she dreams dreams that we dream
She's a speechless pole
She's a footstep away from my soul
She dreams of my goal
She's my African queen
Her womb carriers the nation's poetry
She takes me back to my dreams in chains
I make my own God she believes
She's one minute past jealousy
She's the speed of an angry poem in the dark
The black paint building an arch
The spirit of a mic resurrected by a dead poem
Speechless pole stronger than cone
She's my poem
She's my poetic lyrical port
I can see by the blushes right under my rhymes
She's so beautiful she makes you read her repetedly
She's my poem


Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: adventure, america, courage, death, dedication, devotion, education, hero, history, how i feel, imagery, inspiration, journey, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, love, me, memorial day, memory, men, obituary, ocean, old, parents, passion, patriotic, peace, poetry, political, pride, remember, sad, sea, social, soldier, son, teen, teenage, time, usa, veterans day, voyage, war, wisdom, youth,

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight