humorous, tribute, me,
by Jack Ellison |
Attila the Hun was a kindly old soul
He raped and plundered the land
With the aid of his murderous henchmen all
A truly psychotic man
The kind of man you'd like as a friend
If you love to ransack and pillage
Hitler was another of these murderous souls
Marauding each town and village
Need more of the likes of Benito Mussolini
Such honourable leaders all
But I harken back to Attila the Hun
His exploits leave me enthralled
May seem like I've tumbled over the edge
But I blame it on dear Eileen Ghali
She poked and prodded me into submission
Could no longer dilly and dally
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dedicated to my dear good friend Eileen Ghali!
by poesy relish |
conflict, confusion, emotions, how i feel, love,
Love gushed out like a tornado
swishing and whirling
wrecking heart, mind, soul,
a complete CHAOS!
It is a new dawn
rising from the ruins
in bits and parts
The thudding heart,
and rising pulse
the building pressure
and flow of desire...
Bemused, in this heaven I dwell
controlled by feelings that swell
unaware of the path ahead
Lost in this vortex of emotion.
© Nadiya (14 Jan '15)
*Won 2nd place on 4 Mar 2015 in the contest 'Beginnings matter' by Richard Lamoureux
* Honourable mention in the contest 'Any Poem #31' by Poet Destroyer.
by Amy Rose |
dedication, devotion, family, friendship, love, people, relationship, thank you, tribute, love,
He heals the hearts of many
With his host of divine networking
A male Snow White
The animal kingdom loves him!
A man so humorous
When one truly listens
When you open your heart
And open your mind
You can hear and understand him
Sharp and cleverly witted, he is!
I love him dearly!
Blessed am I
To have him in my life
Warms my heart
'I Love You'
For being a
by Seren Roberts |
Regrets are for the living
Why regret what you can’t undo
I have many regrets some unforgiving
Mostly cariad they concern you
I regret our love was so honourable
The decisions that we made
To make our wedding night so special
Now left with nothing, love unsaid
Two years have passed since you left me
Felt like ten the tunnel was long
Buried myself in a world of memories
Stupidly cried when I heard our song
Now my head is lifted up high
Memories are there but not to the fore
I can say your name and not cry
My life now goes on, not quite as before
Penned 2 August 2013
by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
lost love, love
Love is the prison of the heart
It captures you in emotions
Its intentions are honourable at the start
It sometimes ends as a deadly potion
by Lekau Mamabolo |
beauty, character, happiness, spiritual,
If flowers could talk like honourable Kings and Queens
Then the world could be palatable to all
Flourish with perfection in our midst
For they will preach message of love and sanctity
Tell us about beauty and sweetness,
And sing for us blissful songs
May be, we could all admire life
Give it a noble status
Than power the catalyst of impudence
May be, we should all have flower gardens in our hearts
To cultivate nobler seeds beyond time
Suppose, all sitting under the shadow of Almond tree,
Thinking of nothing but holiness
And Chanting for joyous world
Imagine, if we were all swords of peace,
Love, beauty and happiness
by James Fraser |
angst, brother, daughter, death, family, father, history, husband, loss, lost love, mother, people, political, sister, son, warlost, lost, september,
Intelligence first, Retribution next
Clinical response the worlds text
Which free country is next in line
To be hit by this cowardly crime.
New York Cities patriots, suffer further pain
As Fire Officers and Police are slain
They indeed are part of this attack
So many of them never came back
Honourable dads, cousins and wife's
Mourn their lost ones, who lost their lives.
The World will remember
This September deathly sound
When iconic giants crashed to the ground
Hero's in the air, and on Manhattan Earth
Proved to us all, whats humans are worth.
In respect to the decent people who perished on that September day.
by john chizoba vincent |
The Nkporo Maidens
Are waiting down the great street
Of perfection to be crowd with
Love for their honourable deeds
I watched them danced yesterday
At the Agbala with their bangles
Their breast stood in happiness
Later Each began to go up and down
In salute to the Audience
Their bodies answering the call of their feelings
Their were spirited in the thunder of perfection
Sparkling like the sun
I think they were the best to none
As i watched them entangled in the dance
Our deities their were, the lilies of our lives
No one does it better than those
Maidens from Nkporo who tells a fascinating
Stories with the movement of their bodies.
by James Fraser |
inspirational, philosophy, visionary
Who am i
Who are you
What are we exactly here to do?
Honourable missions in our life
To quell strife
Treat each others as we would do
Live in peace no harm to you
Take care look after brothers
Treat them equal and not as others
Words of kindness are free to us
Use them wise no need to cuss
Live and love as we are meant
On this planet heaven sent
As individuals we are rare
Animals look alike and have to share
If we appreciate who we are
You and i have come far.
by Adeleke Adeite |
desire, devotion, emotions, leadership, life, love, marriage,
everything it preaches.
everyone it reaches.
everything it touches.
sour and sweet stories.
golden gain and glories.
moments and memories.
respect and responsibility.
the heartbeat of humanity.
in prosperity and in adversity.
a priceless and perfect part.
from a honourable heart.
joy and make pains depart.
by Ann Gilmour |
death, life, scary, soulmate,
So many times I'd found this world a scary place to live in
But he brought a special calmness that restored my equilibrium
Then cruelly he was taken as cancer stole my love away
Distraught with grief I really did not want to live another day
15th January 2020
Contest Name: Arbitrium Divisa 6
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Taken from my Poem MY LIFE IN TEN
Written 29th September 2019
Contest: Story of my life in ten lines
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Name STRAND SELECT 9
Sponsor Brian Strand
by Gary Radice |
appreciation, encouraging, garden, imagination, metaphor, poems, poetry,
There’s a door in the wall on which ivy has spread
To the point where it’s hidden from view.
Where shards of tall grass have become interlaced
With those weeds that both bind and sting too.
The paint has long peeled from the panels below
Yet despite all the rotting of wood
The hinges hold strong from behind the cobwebs
And the door latch still works as it should.
Don’t let this door put you off what’s inside
It lacks love at the end of the day.
Great journeys begin in such gardens beyond
Turn the lock...Turn a leaf...Write away.
Brian Strand's Pick 12 Poetry Contest: Honourable Mention
by Sibusisiwe Ncede |
africa, age, confidence, courage, culture, freedom, future,
How amazing is to be in love
How precious is to embrace who you are
How exciting is to be motivated
How honourable is to be acknowledged
Writing the wrongs is not the answer to the question
Admitting to mistakes is up to you
Doing what needs to be done is a pleasure
Sucking up to opportunities is... wait for it
To know it is to been around it
To say it is to have said it
To see it is to have seen it
To go for it is to have gone for it