RSS Feed

Daily Archives: April 13, 2015

Forbidden Fruit – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

apple

My Guru forbade me
To touch you, ever!
But I was allowed to
See you, talk to you,
Stand close to you,
Less any maneuver.

So did I do, got close to you
And talked my heart out.
Didn’t touch you,
Though I wanted to,
As you kept smiling at me
All throughout.

My Guru forbade me
To come near you and
Stand close.
But he gave me an allowance
Of just a yard’s distance,
From nose to nose.

I was still much happy
As I could communicate
Audibly and visually.
But my Guru was not willing
To allow a romance so thrilling
To go on indefinitely.

Finally, my Guru forbade me
To be in your proximity,
Even to see you from afar.
So in my dreams I started
Seeing you as I wanted,
With no Guru standing near.

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU
WHAT@S YOUR’S?

Cathedrals – Promote Yourself

calcalcal

Hidden motives
Candles lit

See the trail
Transcendebt

Mosaics
Piled high

Aisles wide open
Welcoming and warm

Scents
Wafting control

A bird sings a flurry
Of wings fly over
The morning
Goods

The newspapers
Spout
Clean it out
Disgusting

We watch the children
Watch enthralled
As
Robins sing
So close

(Written after seeing the two birds very happy in a local supermarket)
(People at first thought it was piped music)

Cheryl Bhagwandin
http://www.cheryl62blog.wordpress.com

Winter’s Farewell – Promote Yourself

colddd

Frost of yesterday bids a fond farewell,
flowering florals emit a fragrant smell. 

Snow once accumulated in massive mounds,
forms reflective puddles along the ground.

Temperatures rise, pedestrians shed their cloaks, 
abandoning layers, like oxen freed from yokes.

Traces of greenery grow vibrant and true,
grass glistens, glowing with transparent drops of dew.

Sunshine splendor overtakes a sleeping Earth,
Spring has arrived, bringing a world of rebirth!
Copyright Jennifer L. Roche 2015 
All Rights Reserved 

My name is Jennifer Roche. I’m  a published poet and author living in the United States of America. I have had two other poems previously posted on your site in the past, but that was awhile ago.  I enjoy reading the  wonderful poetry other talented poets have created and feel your site is so beneficial to writers everywhere! As someone living in the North American reign where Spring is slowly making its appearance now, I felt it appropriate to write a poem giving Winter a proper send off. I chose to write this poem in rhyming couplets to create a smooth, rhythmic, flow, that was light, and airy, mirroring the Springtime vibe. Enjoy!

Jennifer Roche 
www.facebook.com/rainbowsofhappiness2013
http://thefinalpenstroke.blogspot.com
   

The Good Life – Promote Yourself

animated-clock-image-0028
My efforts are labored
My breath- it comes quick
The clock- it winds down now
I count every tick
 
I have no regrets 
My life- it’s been good
I’ve paid all my debts
As good debtors should-
 
A quick study I was
It didn’t take too long
To see my mistakes
To undo my wrong
 
Yes, this has been brewing
-in the making forever
As smart as I’ve been
I’ve not been so clever
 
Ate all the wrong things
Drank more than my share
Partied all night long
Lived life on a dare-
 
Smoked exotic cigars
Ya know- the ones with the tips,
S’posed to be safer somehow
On the teeth and the lips
 
Would I change fate if I could?
Would I eat and drink right?
Would I put down the smokes,
And try sleeping at night?
 
Awe nah, not a chance
I had a great run
I lived, laughed and loved
And damn was it fun——
~Rochelle Harris~
My name is Rochelle Harris. I live in south Mississippi where I am the proud mom of two beautiful daughters. We share our home with a Morkie, a Yorkie Poo and my “son” Lucca, my chocolate Lab. Recently I created a personal blog which subsequently brought me here. I have dibbled and dabbled in poetry for many many years and I am overjoyed to have found poetreereations.org. I believe it is the perfect platform for showcasing new and seasoned writers/poets. 
 

“A Slipstream Dream”: – Promote Yourself

slip

Something Told the Wild Geese -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

GOO

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, “snow.”

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, “frost.”

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

by
Rachel Field

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU

WHAT’S YOUR’S ?

A beautiful mess -Promote Yourself

 

nick

No stretch of the imagination
more of a conscious restraint
this palette
this canvas
this easel
upon which
heart and mind paint

Sometimes…
it’s like a psalm of David
accompanied by lute
sometimes…
an accordion
lazily slinking
down an endless stairway

At times clashing
melodious
staccato
cacophony

* “a beautiful mess” *

reflections
introspections
inverted
redirected
projected

Rising to the surface
of a swift stream
grasping what is needed
to be worked out
or worked on
set on a work table

Allowing the remainder
to pass by
or sink
thoughts don’t go away
only recycle
same questions
posed in different ways

Not all pleasantries
not all intentional…
those vaguaries

Just musings
shooting stars whizzing by
a mind’s eye
majestic wild horses
with flowing manes
thundering across a big country’s
mental planes

Even if it were possible
to capture it
what then?

A work in progress
fail or succeed
in thoughts
works
deeds
comforted in the knowledge of
being held in existence

By a God
who loves
writes
is eternally Faithful
constantly publishing
Doesn’t require Royalties
Is sovereign
New Works
Freely Given

Always on the bestseller’s list

Divine Author of
The Greatest Story
Ever Told

Glory be to God

%d bloggers like this: