Poetry competition CLOSED 20th February 2012 9:09am
WINNER
mbass33 (matthew bass)
mbass33 (matthew bass)
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Kou_Indigo
Ankle Biters
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about your kids or a child in the family , a friends child or when maybe about when you were a child .
My Rainbow Girl
She's the prettiest thing
I think I've ever seen
she smiles at me
everyday
happy and free ,
long brown hair
asian eyes
a hazel glare
she's my rainbow in the sky
as she laughs without a care .
Loving and adaptable
I cuddle her solar glow
everday
she has grown
this little lady
I have known .
The days ,
the months
they fly past
she's growing up
way too fast
to let go
will hurt me bad
but I have to I know
I am her dad .
She's the prettiest thing
I think I've ever seen
she smiles at me
everyday
happy and free ,
long brown hair
asian eyes
a hazel glare
she's my rainbow in the sky
as she laughs without a care .
Loving and adaptable
I cuddle her solar glow
everday
she has grown
this little lady
I have known .
The days ,
the months
they fly past
she's growing up
way too fast
to let go
will hurt me bad
but I have to I know
I am her dad .
The laughing baby
Baby sits on the mat
looking out of the door
A passing mouse
looks at her
and stood there smelling the air
She smiles
Baby sits on grass
looking at passing by ants
looks up at a passing butterfly
and she laughs
Baby wants to fly too
Baby toddles and falls
on her round bums
she laughs
falling down is new
and the grass tickles
Baby laughs
at the thunderstorm
she laughs
at rain drops too
she laughs
even when she is alone
Baby is grown now
she no longer laughs
at anything at all
she has laughed them all out
a long time ago.
Baby sits on the mat
looking out of the door
A passing mouse
looks at her
and stood there smelling the air
She smiles
Baby sits on grass
looking at passing by ants
looks up at a passing butterfly
and she laughs
Baby wants to fly too
Baby toddles and falls
on her round bums
she laughs
falling down is new
and the grass tickles
Baby laughs
at the thunderstorm
she laughs
at rain drops too
she laughs
even when she is alone
Baby is grown now
she no longer laughs
at anything at all
she has laughed them all out
a long time ago.
On camping in the wilderness
I can hear the little girls outside playing house
complete with the plastic jewel draped drama
of fainting onto an unsuspecting Ken
which inevitably leads to mournful death
just when the babydoll birthrate is at its peak
and the always imminent danger
of lava-dwelling crocodiles
is even more imminent
than usual.
I sigh.
I can hear the little girls outside playing house
complete with the plastic jewel draped drama
of fainting onto an unsuspecting Ken
which inevitably leads to mournful death
just when the babydoll birthrate is at its peak
and the always imminent danger
of lava-dwelling crocodiles
is even more imminent
than usual.
I sigh.
Exuberant
Uncle Matt, Uncle Matt!
We need more leaves
to make the applesauce.
Hold down the branch,
there is not enough leaves.
We need to get more.
Uncle Matt, are you coming back tommorrow?
"No, I have to leave".
So, you´re coming back tommorrow.
Uncle Matt, I´m going to Africa with you.
Do they eat cheetahs there?
Hey! Then we can go camping.
I´ll bring my turtle nightlight
because we need to be prepared.
Don´t forget the map
so we don´t get lost.
Oh boy! We´re going to be prepared.
Uncle Matt (holding back tears)
I don´t want you to leave anymore.
No one understands how I am
they always laugh at me.
Uncle Matt, can Brian come with us.
I used to be afraid of him
but not anymore
he made the stegosaurus pee.
Look at my finger
I broke the skin.
Uncle Matt, if you go I´ll be sad.
Mama said I can´t move to Spain with you.
We can go to the park everyday.
Uncle Matt, Uncle Matt!
We need more leaves
to make the applesauce.
Hold down the branch,
there is not enough leaves.
We need to get more.
Uncle Matt, are you coming back tommorrow?
"No, I have to leave".
So, you´re coming back tommorrow.
Uncle Matt, I´m going to Africa with you.
Do they eat cheetahs there?
Hey! Then we can go camping.
I´ll bring my turtle nightlight
because we need to be prepared.
Don´t forget the map
so we don´t get lost.
Oh boy! We´re going to be prepared.
Uncle Matt (holding back tears)
I don´t want you to leave anymore.
No one understands how I am
they always laugh at me.
Uncle Matt, can Brian come with us.
I used to be afraid of him
but not anymore
he made the stegosaurus pee.
Look at my finger
I broke the skin.
Uncle Matt, if you go I´ll be sad.
Mama said I can´t move to Spain with you.
We can go to the park everyday.
- A Child’s Song -
A Song about Innocence
Playing on the porch, not a care in the world,
A child knows so little of the pains we endure.
Yet their hearts are open, and they understand!
It’s sad those years don’t last; they run like sand.
Sand in the glass, and time flying by too quick…
I want to slow it down, and make the sand stick.
I’ve lost too much, and I’ve cried far too long,
Yet once I was a child, and I sang a child’s song.
Rainbows and day glows, and nursery tales,
Fighting with pirates on a ship that always sails.
These are the times that we don’t want to loose,
Because once they are gone, we cannot choose.
Dancing in the grass, seeing castles in the clouds,
A child doesn’t care about all the bustling crowds.
Yet their minds are open, and they learn in time…
It’s sad we can’t keep them innocent with a rhyme.
Rhymes in the wind, and the wind blowing fierce…
I wish the wind could take us back to simpler years.
I’ve become so lost, as the wind blew me along,
But within my heart, I’m still singing a child’s song.
Rainbows and cartoon shows; places to see,
Exploring the world, and sharing good company.
These are the times that we don’t want to pass,
Because they are precious, we want them to last.
Wishing on a star, seeing all the universe above,
A child flies there with a spirit as pure as a dove.
Yet their imagination is open, and they fill it all up!
It’s sad if we forget tasting our first ice cream cup.
Memories fade so fast, and new memories arise…
I want to hold on to them all; savor each surprise.
I’ve learned so much; I know right from wrong,
Though I can still go back and sing a child’s song.
Rainbows and hair bows, and rock and roll,
Hanging out ‘till midnight, dancing out of control.
These are the times that we don’t want to end,
Because hearts break so easy: so hard to mend.
A Song about Innocence
Playing on the porch, not a care in the world,
A child knows so little of the pains we endure.
Yet their hearts are open, and they understand!
It’s sad those years don’t last; they run like sand.
Sand in the glass, and time flying by too quick…
I want to slow it down, and make the sand stick.
I’ve lost too much, and I’ve cried far too long,
Yet once I was a child, and I sang a child’s song.
Rainbows and day glows, and nursery tales,
Fighting with pirates on a ship that always sails.
These are the times that we don’t want to loose,
Because once they are gone, we cannot choose.
Dancing in the grass, seeing castles in the clouds,
A child doesn’t care about all the bustling crowds.
Yet their minds are open, and they learn in time…
It’s sad we can’t keep them innocent with a rhyme.
Rhymes in the wind, and the wind blowing fierce…
I wish the wind could take us back to simpler years.
I’ve become so lost, as the wind blew me along,
But within my heart, I’m still singing a child’s song.
Rainbows and cartoon shows; places to see,
Exploring the world, and sharing good company.
These are the times that we don’t want to pass,
Because they are precious, we want them to last.
Wishing on a star, seeing all the universe above,
A child flies there with a spirit as pure as a dove.
Yet their imagination is open, and they fill it all up!
It’s sad if we forget tasting our first ice cream cup.
Memories fade so fast, and new memories arise…
I want to hold on to them all; savor each surprise.
I’ve learned so much; I know right from wrong,
Though I can still go back and sing a child’s song.
Rainbows and hair bows, and rock and roll,
Hanging out ‘till midnight, dancing out of control.
These are the times that we don’t want to end,
Because hearts break so easy: so hard to mend.
Christmas may be over, but some memories are eternal.
- The Seed of Joy -
A Poem of Christmas
There was a place in olden times, where children used to play,
In the forests of our land, where many a river wound its' way.
I recall where we skipped stones upon the water, hearts light,
And the rocks where we sat, watching the sky, as fell the night.
Innocent times for innocent hearts, every walk a noble quest...
For young fools whose hearts beat madly, when life was best.
The songs we sang, the games we played, the mess we made,
And yet I long for those days, as this age is cast in such shade!
Light is scarce, and I seek it where I may, even in bygone days,
When the world was simpler, and nobler were all human ways.
With the eyes of a child, I try to see the world as once I'd done,
And the light is still there, beckoning to me both fair and so fun!
So many eyes are dulled with time, but mine sparkle with mirth,
For why must we age ourselves so far beyond our mortal birth!
Surely the gods must laugh, for we deprive ourselves of glory...
Every time we forget a happy season, or a once-beloved story.
I remember every game I played, every book I have ever read,
For in golden memories we recall the taste of jams and bread...
Or cookies baked fresh upon the stove, one chilly autumn day.
Cast not aside, your happiness nor what made it feel that way!
The touch of silk upon the skin, the sound of leaves that rustle,
Each can be soft and soothing to the soul, each a dear time...
When life was unhurried and yet we went about with a bustle,
Running with the energy of youth, never seeing it as sublime.
Too soon we grow old, and all too soon a mortal must perish...
But what defines a life is what we keep eternal: all we cherish!
So much living I must do, so many hours yet to fill with mad joy,
And I will love each hour as I did, as a child with a favorite toy.
Why do we no longer walk in the woods, or play in the leaves?
What makes those joys for childhood alone, nobody ever sees!
Because joy is for everybody, and no age can take it from you,
Unless you will it, so walk in joy my friends and laugh ever true!
Sadness will come in its' hour; seek it not, for no good lies thus,
In making of life a torment, and of every difficulty so much fuss.
Christmas is nigh; let your hearts unburden themselves anew...
Let us join hands like little children, so each dream comes true!
Glory, glory, let us sing, each girl a queen and each boy a king...
Gather all around the tree, and count each and every blessing!
Soon we'll hear the sound of music, and the ringing of the bells,
Perhaps we'll forget the logic of the years, and believe in elves!
Oh gods to know such joy again, this world has so much need...
So let us mortals do our part, and in each heart plant this seed!
The seed of joy for Christmas time, from which new joys spring,
Glory, glory, let us sing, each girl a queen and each boy a king!
Dance and let loudly your voices proclaim the happiness within,
For which we have longed throughout the year, with such vigor.
In mad abandon, let us forget the darkness of sadness and sin,
That can ensnare the will like some terrible and ferocious tiger!
Outside, the trees may sway with the wind and cold may come,
But within each heart that is content, the chill may be undone...
Remember the angels we made in the snow in yet another age?
They are only gone when we forget, and fill our souls with rage.
Remember the pets we loved so much, the faithful dog, or cat?
Their spirits are still with us, and the memory of where they sat.
Even loved ones lost to time, can share with us in joys unborn,
So let us be joyful upon this season and have us a merry morn!
Somewhere elves are singing with us, and pegasi are flying high,
Somewhere beyond the northern lights, even beyond the sky...
That is where our dreams can soar; we need only let them go,
To gain the wings of angels, and fly where gentler winds blow!
- The Seed of Joy -
A Poem of Christmas
There was a place in olden times, where children used to play,
In the forests of our land, where many a river wound its' way.
I recall where we skipped stones upon the water, hearts light,
And the rocks where we sat, watching the sky, as fell the night.
Innocent times for innocent hearts, every walk a noble quest...
For young fools whose hearts beat madly, when life was best.
The songs we sang, the games we played, the mess we made,
And yet I long for those days, as this age is cast in such shade!
Light is scarce, and I seek it where I may, even in bygone days,
When the world was simpler, and nobler were all human ways.
With the eyes of a child, I try to see the world as once I'd done,
And the light is still there, beckoning to me both fair and so fun!
So many eyes are dulled with time, but mine sparkle with mirth,
For why must we age ourselves so far beyond our mortal birth!
Surely the gods must laugh, for we deprive ourselves of glory...
Every time we forget a happy season, or a once-beloved story.
I remember every game I played, every book I have ever read,
For in golden memories we recall the taste of jams and bread...
Or cookies baked fresh upon the stove, one chilly autumn day.
Cast not aside, your happiness nor what made it feel that way!
The touch of silk upon the skin, the sound of leaves that rustle,
Each can be soft and soothing to the soul, each a dear time...
When life was unhurried and yet we went about with a bustle,
Running with the energy of youth, never seeing it as sublime.
Too soon we grow old, and all too soon a mortal must perish...
But what defines a life is what we keep eternal: all we cherish!
So much living I must do, so many hours yet to fill with mad joy,
And I will love each hour as I did, as a child with a favorite toy.
Why do we no longer walk in the woods, or play in the leaves?
What makes those joys for childhood alone, nobody ever sees!
Because joy is for everybody, and no age can take it from you,
Unless you will it, so walk in joy my friends and laugh ever true!
Sadness will come in its' hour; seek it not, for no good lies thus,
In making of life a torment, and of every difficulty so much fuss.
Christmas is nigh; let your hearts unburden themselves anew...
Let us join hands like little children, so each dream comes true!
Glory, glory, let us sing, each girl a queen and each boy a king...
Gather all around the tree, and count each and every blessing!
Soon we'll hear the sound of music, and the ringing of the bells,
Perhaps we'll forget the logic of the years, and believe in elves!
Oh gods to know such joy again, this world has so much need...
So let us mortals do our part, and in each heart plant this seed!
The seed of joy for Christmas time, from which new joys spring,
Glory, glory, let us sing, each girl a queen and each boy a king!
Dance and let loudly your voices proclaim the happiness within,
For which we have longed throughout the year, with such vigor.
In mad abandon, let us forget the darkness of sadness and sin,
That can ensnare the will like some terrible and ferocious tiger!
Outside, the trees may sway with the wind and cold may come,
But within each heart that is content, the chill may be undone...
Remember the angels we made in the snow in yet another age?
They are only gone when we forget, and fill our souls with rage.
Remember the pets we loved so much, the faithful dog, or cat?
Their spirits are still with us, and the memory of where they sat.
Even loved ones lost to time, can share with us in joys unborn,
So let us be joyful upon this season and have us a merry morn!
Somewhere elves are singing with us, and pegasi are flying high,
Somewhere beyond the northern lights, even beyond the sky...
That is where our dreams can soar; we need only let them go,
To gain the wings of angels, and fly where gentler winds blow!
- Nature’s Peace -
There is a park in a backwoods country town,
Where a mountain stream flows bubbling clear.
High rocks look out over the water as it goes…
And a sandy stretch runs, from rocks to forest.
The sound of that stream can erase any frown!
As a child I played on the sand, having no fear,
Skipping stones, often splashing with my toes…
I felt a sense of inner peace that I’ll not contest.
Beyond that place by an old forest trail’s way,
Was a tiny marsh: where frogs sat on lily pads.
Croaking in the twilight of a long summer day,
The sound was more to me, than passing fads.
Across a bridge of old logs thrown together…
There was a field, filled with many living trees.
Its’ grass grew tall no matter of the weather…
And flowers did bloom, in the gentlest breeze.
Amidst that splendor was a maze of hedges…
Made for adventure, for young and old alike!
Cut into a labyrinth, with many long passages,
Where you could lose time as off you’d strike.
To a young child, fond of adventurous stories…
Secure in the hand of your mother at your side,
You could pretend to be on a quest for glories.
You could adventure where wild dreams abide.
Today the maze no longer exists to be found…
But the memory of it brings peace to my spirit.
Nature’s wild glories still decorate that ground,
And children still will play there, drawn near it.
I like to go back there to walk the oldest trails,
To bask in the glory of the trees and flowers…
There is a peace in such places that never fails,
To enthrall my soul in the grasp of its’ powers!
There is a park in a backwoods country town,
Where a mountain stream flows bubbling clear.
High rocks look out over the water as it goes…
And a sandy stretch runs, from rocks to forest.
The sound of that stream can erase any frown!
As a child I played on the sand, having no fear,
Skipping stones, often splashing with my toes…
I felt a sense of inner peace that I’ll not contest.
Beyond that place by an old forest trail’s way,
Was a tiny marsh: where frogs sat on lily pads.
Croaking in the twilight of a long summer day,
The sound was more to me, than passing fads.
Across a bridge of old logs thrown together…
There was a field, filled with many living trees.
Its’ grass grew tall no matter of the weather…
And flowers did bloom, in the gentlest breeze.
Amidst that splendor was a maze of hedges…
Made for adventure, for young and old alike!
Cut into a labyrinth, with many long passages,
Where you could lose time as off you’d strike.
To a young child, fond of adventurous stories…
Secure in the hand of your mother at your side,
You could pretend to be on a quest for glories.
You could adventure where wild dreams abide.
Today the maze no longer exists to be found…
But the memory of it brings peace to my spirit.
Nature’s wild glories still decorate that ground,
And children still will play there, drawn near it.
I like to go back there to walk the oldest trails,
To bask in the glory of the trees and flowers…
There is a peace in such places that never fails,
To enthrall my soul in the grasp of its’ powers!
- Colors of Magic -
Blood red, the sun that rises like a resurrected soul,
Extends its’ arms in welcome for the unborn glow...
Mother Night, whispers her last ebon enchantments.
Azure day cracks the black shell by no coincidence!
But first, the orange haze of dawn casts its’ sorcery.
And by such magic the daylight gains a new victory!
Behold, as the emerald blades of grass wave about,
Wet with dewdrops painted by faerie folk that pout.
For they are sad to see their work end with the day,
Since, night is their time and from it they rarely stray.
If life is a rainbow, then the colors of magic paint it...
Upon the canvas of creation, where true art does sit!
At noon, the wind weaves through the swaying trees,
While against rich brown bark, caresses each breeze.
Still and silent lay the meadows, as autumn is coming,
A silence broken by a golden church bell’s clear ring!
The gray season of the dead follows swift once more,
Whilst a golden-haired little girl skips by: happily sure.
I tie pink ribbons in her tresses, soft as silk to touch...
And hand in hand we walk along never needing much.
Her sapphire eyes gaze into mine; big with young life,
As all my troubles melt away and gone is all my strife.
Guided by this colorful spirit, I walk beyond worlds...
To realms that sparkle like diamonds, clear as pearls.
At dusk, the childlike wonder of the day winds down,
Whilst the purple veil of twilight descends all around...
The brass of the sun trumpeting the night like a herald,
Until the very first yellow leaf falls, in a forest so feral!
Autumn comes with Mother Night, with ancient joys...
No longer bound, by summertime heat: humid, moist.
The air is cool as pale ice, even crisp as a rosy apple!
The child of day skips in shadows, young and supple.
Bells ring, children sing and somewhere faerie dance!
And so, the jade cricket is heard, and seen to prance,
For night has descended once again upon all the land.
I follow the child into the evening, and clasp her hand!
Blood red, the sun that rises like a resurrected soul,
Extends its’ arms in welcome for the unborn glow...
Mother Night, whispers her last ebon enchantments.
Azure day cracks the black shell by no coincidence!
But first, the orange haze of dawn casts its’ sorcery.
And by such magic the daylight gains a new victory!
Behold, as the emerald blades of grass wave about,
Wet with dewdrops painted by faerie folk that pout.
For they are sad to see their work end with the day,
Since, night is their time and from it they rarely stray.
If life is a rainbow, then the colors of magic paint it...
Upon the canvas of creation, where true art does sit!
At noon, the wind weaves through the swaying trees,
While against rich brown bark, caresses each breeze.
Still and silent lay the meadows, as autumn is coming,
A silence broken by a golden church bell’s clear ring!
The gray season of the dead follows swift once more,
Whilst a golden-haired little girl skips by: happily sure.
I tie pink ribbons in her tresses, soft as silk to touch...
And hand in hand we walk along never needing much.
Her sapphire eyes gaze into mine; big with young life,
As all my troubles melt away and gone is all my strife.
Guided by this colorful spirit, I walk beyond worlds...
To realms that sparkle like diamonds, clear as pearls.
At dusk, the childlike wonder of the day winds down,
Whilst the purple veil of twilight descends all around...
The brass of the sun trumpeting the night like a herald,
Until the very first yellow leaf falls, in a forest so feral!
Autumn comes with Mother Night, with ancient joys...
No longer bound, by summertime heat: humid, moist.
The air is cool as pale ice, even crisp as a rosy apple!
The child of day skips in shadows, young and supple.
Bells ring, children sing and somewhere faerie dance!
And so, the jade cricket is heard, and seen to prance,
For night has descended once again upon all the land.
I follow the child into the evening, and clasp her hand!
he is a great kid
i can name the many great things
he has ever did
he is the embodiment of letting freedom ring
he only lives to love
and to cherish us all
he is a gift from above
and we will always answer to his calls
I love my baby brother
he is all i am and more
i will never love another
he has embedded himself into my core
i can name the many great things
he has ever did
he is the embodiment of letting freedom ring
he only lives to love
and to cherish us all
he is a gift from above
and we will always answer to his calls
I love my baby brother
he is all i am and more
i will never love another
he has embedded himself into my core
fieryangelsouljia said:he is a great kid
i can name the many great things
he has ever did
he is the embodiment of letting freedom ring
he only lives to love
and to cherish us all
he is a gift from above
and we will always answer to his calls
I love my baby brother
he is all i am and more
i will never love another
he has embedded himself into my core
nice tribute to your brother :)
i can name the many great things
he has ever did
he is the embodiment of letting freedom ring
he only lives to love
and to cherish us all
he is a gift from above
and we will always answer to his calls
I love my baby brother
he is all i am and more
i will never love another
he has embedded himself into my core
nice tribute to your brother :)
Thnx Paul fr such a lovely theme :)
And I add here a write written on my five -year oldie girl some time ago ..
HER WISH AND DREAMS
Glittering facelifts is not
her innocent want,
a speedy space travel to
her fantasy realms,
costumes of bloated suits
too had she decided,
her only mission is a face-
to-face meet with Mr.GOD,
And..she will earnestly
spell out her twittering
notes..her wants listed out-
ladoo sweets and gushing coke,
and not to leave her all-time favourite,
the munchy masala popcorn...now
kissing her mother in forehead,
rests in peace in dreamy world.
Declared state-wide holiday
tomorrow, for those
patriot hearts and tiny-tots..
Its the nobel laureate Tagore's
celebrated 150th birth date..
And her strange wish goes out
as hilarious and innovative like this...
Wants to see the muscles of
this great poet and laureate
May be to correlate how strong
he united those partitioned provinces ?!
And I add here a write written on my five -year oldie girl some time ago ..
HER WISH AND DREAMS
Glittering facelifts is not
her innocent want,
a speedy space travel to
her fantasy realms,
costumes of bloated suits
too had she decided,
her only mission is a face-
to-face meet with Mr.GOD,
And..she will earnestly
spell out her twittering
notes..her wants listed out-
ladoo sweets and gushing coke,
and not to leave her all-time favourite,
the munchy masala popcorn...now
kissing her mother in forehead,
rests in peace in dreamy world.
Declared state-wide holiday
tomorrow, for those
patriot hearts and tiny-tots..
Its the nobel laureate Tagore's
celebrated 150th birth date..
And her strange wish goes out
as hilarious and innovative like this...
Wants to see the muscles of
this great poet and laureate
May be to correlate how strong
he united those partitioned provinces ?!
