Poems from the Porch 9
Pull Up a Chair
It's a great time to be sitting on the porch with my notebook and putting your suggestions into poetry. The weather is great, hot, but there has been a lovely breeze to make it more pleasant, and a little rain has encouraged everything to green up again.
So, if you are a regular here, thanks for visiting the porch once again, and if it is your first time, welcome, pull up a chair, and enjoy the poetry requested by our friends here at Hubpages.
Hari Prasad S
“I suggest you can write on something about "goodbye, is never a closure".”
Thank you for this writing prompt, Hari. Hopefully, you find this suitable.
If you're brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.— Paul Coelho
Goodbye is Never a Closure
It’s sad to have to say goodbye,
I’ve been with you so long.
Your leaving took me by surprise,
I thought our love was strong.
But things aren’t always as they seem,
I must have done things wrong.
Sadly, “When Fools Fall in Love,”
Was our wedding song.
Goodbye is never a closure,
There’s more we could have done.
So, let’s just give it one more try,
And relive those times of fun.
"Thank you for all the beauty of your colours! So... write about the colours of the Rainbow of Love!"
"Happy to sit beside you at your porch enjoying the colours of the Rainbow Poet.
Words are colours for the mind!"
Thank you for Christening me "the rainbow poet," Sean. I hope I live up to that title with this poem.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands, saying, “How do you do?’
But they’re really saying, “I love you.”— Louis Armstrong ~ What a Wonderful World
The Colours of the Rainbow
I’m always chasing rainbows,
Not for a pot of gold,
But because they follow storms.
Their beauty’s to behold.
Sometimes life is like a storm,
It’s turbulent and loud,
But often in the aftermath
Sunshine peeks through the cloud.
The colours of the rainbow
Are there for all to see,
A message of encouragement
For the likes of you and me.
So, come sing me a rainbow,
Or create one with your hands,
Extend it as a welcome
To those from other lands.
Let it shine upon your face,
Have a rainbow for a smile,
Or nurture it within your heart
For just a little while.
Red and orange, yellow and green,
Indigo, violet, and blue
Are the colours of the rainbow,
And I gift them to you.
For rainbows are for sharing,
To encourage and inspire.
I hope there’re rainbows in my words
That light your inner fire.
Karen A Szklany
Extra challenge ~ haiku.”
Karen, thank/you for your request. I wrote your dragonfly poem last week as Bill Holland requested the same subject. Here are the other two you asked for.
I find comfort in contemplating the sunflowers.— Vincent Van Gogh
Sunflowers and Pumpkins
Turning to embrace the Sun
You brighten my day.
A delight to see
Pumpkins growing in a patch
Green and gold for me.
“I've a request for you, can you write some on topic of war which is almost predicted these days between different countries.
And also on earthquake which is affecting many currently.”
Nikki, I have written a few poems about war before, including When the World explodes, but here is another one for you. I don't think I have ever written one about an earthquake though. Enjoy.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.— Sun Tzu
Tell me, what’s the point of war?
What does it achieve?
In most, the battle’s never won,
But leaves families to grieve.
Wars are just a show of power
Inspired by men of greed
That have no moral reasoning,
To fill some evil need.
I dream of living in a world
That has no place for war,
Where everybody’s goal is peace,
Not evening up the score.
So, put down all your weapons,
Lay guns and bombs aside.
Let’s just love our fellow man
Wherever he resides.
We want a story that starts out with an earthquake and works its way up to a climax.— Samuel Goldwyn
I feel a rumble underfoot,
Signs of a restless Earth.
Like a long expectant mother
Awaiting to give birth.
The ground starts shaking violently,
The rumbles turn to quakes.
Somewhere the Earth splits in two,
And the water boils in lakes.
T’was a long and troubled labour,
Though the birth itself is fast.
Devastation and destruction,
The shocking aftermath.
See You Next Week
Well, that's it from the porch for this week. The next collection will have poems for Peggy Woods, Pamela Oglesby, Elijah A Alexander Jr. and Eric Dierker.
Until then, take care, and may life turn your lemons into lemonade. i'll leave you with Eva Cassidy's version of Over the Rainbow.
© 2019 John Hansen