Most Commented Quatrain Poems (302)

PYSICALLY AGED BUT SPIRITUALLY YOUTHFUL

He stared at me with his cloudy and aged eyes
Aged but oh so very wise
My girlfriend of fifteen years introduced he and I
As the figure of an intelligent man drew nigh

So he would join us for some wine and just a bit of cheese
And said “go ahead and call me “Shooter” if you please
They named me that because I wouldn’t pick up a gun
And hope I taught the very same principle to my son

Pick up the rifle, that shotgun or a sword
And I pray the words I say to my son won’t be ignored
Once you pick up that weapon of war my boy
You join the spirit of Gettysburg, Korea and Hanoi

So “Shooter” went on about what his son had done
Did he ever disrespect you and pick up a gun?
“Shooter” related all the hopes which fate would never yield
And then he whispered, “yes, he picked up a gun and died for oil and land on a foreign battlefield”
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I WISH I DIDN’T HOWEVER I DO

The flowers bloomed earlier and taller that spring
Everyone commented on the reds and the green
It seemed as if that held true for everything
People said “oh my, what a lovely scene”

There were bigger leaves and much stronger stalks
The pansies stood proud and welcomed every bee around
For bees are not threats no matter how much one gawks
simply let them pollinate each bud grown from the ground

mid-spring was welcomed by the garden with praise
Making warmth from what four months ago almost froze
For a man ever on the move I lose track of the days
As a league of eyes gazed at the beauty only love grows

I swear I heard a hummingbird sing a soul song
Or it may have been a sparrow sipping on early morning dew
The lyrics were regarding how the plants stayed so strong
And my sweetness, it all began when I was blessed by meeting you
(don’t ask me where this mush is coming from)
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Considered lines you caused

I sat outside in the sun today, it poured on my face,
And I was in languid contemplation, whilst you were in a race,
I thought of how very dear to me you alone have become,
And how my heart in your hands, may finally have found its true home.

I was thinking of your incomparable wit, when I send you my lines,
How you break me down into more perfectly designed designs,
And how you show me all the things for which there are no words,
And how you take me by the hand into such pleasant new worlds.

I was thinking of you and all the good things you do,
And how you done them not for glory, for so few ever knew,
So few knew the things you done, for no other reason than being good,
And how you took the time to understand, and said little until you understood.

I considered these lines as I drank my coffee on my summer chair,
And how my life would be ever rich, if you were somehow there,
There to share our words, our kindness and all of our joys,
You forgive my imperfections if my words sometimes annoy.

I considered your heart and how so very kind you are,
In the skies of my lonely nights you are my guiding star,
You are bright and sparkling and you add your cosmic dust,
And now you are at my poetic heart’s core, by breaking through the crust.

All you need is some love
fits warm like a glove
maybe for you its from above
descends like a dove

All you need is some hope
to ease the prevailing slope
then its much easier to cope
Xmas card from the Pope

All you need is some cheer
to dampen the fear
now what do I care
if some stop and stare

All you need is some dollars
and a good set of molars
the bears are all polars
the cells are all solars

Just a few silly lines
to waste some more time
in these troubling times
I'm just happy to rhyme

In your company,
I discovered a calm.
A sense of freedom,
Without any harm.

My mother was far from perfect
She always drank to excess
She tried to drown her loneliness
In beer and booze I guess

Came home from school one day
To find her on the floor
My sister and brother were there
And rags stuffed under the door

The whole house of gas did smell
All 4 burners were on they said
The oven door was open as well
The 3 of us wrestled her to bed

By morning she had sobered up
Alive, to face another day
Found her broken coffee cup
With hardly a reason to pray

OUT FROM THE CENTER OF MY BEING YOU ARE SPRUNG-MY CONQUEROR OF RIGHT & WRONG-THE ACCEPTANCE & JOYOUS LIGHT OF OF YOUR SONG-YOUR BATHING "WILL" THAT WILL MAKE ALL THELEMICKALY GET ALONG . YOU BURST FROM WITHIN ME & EMBRACE WITH THE MIRACLE OF YOUR CONTINUOUS CREATION . MY CHILD MY LOVELY CHILD -WHO HAS NEVER STEERED ME WRONG-BUT EMPOWERS ME TO LOVINGLY MOVE ON & LIVE & WALK IN YOUR SHARING SONG ! COME ONE ! COME ALL-TO BE HAND IN HAND WHEN THE END COMES-TO KNOW NOTHING BUT ALL THE LOVE THAT COMES UNDENIABLY FROM YOUR EVER-RADIANT-BURSTING- HEART. I THINK I*D MAKE MYSELF SICK- JUST TO FEEL YOUR HEALING TOUCH-YOUR ALL EMBRACING LOVE- THE TOTAL CORRECTION BY YOUR PURE THOUGHT-MY CHILD MY LOVELY CHILD- I SINK & FLY IN YOUR PERFECT LOVE- YOUR VERRY PRESSENCE CAN BRING THE ALL DANCING SYNCHRONICITY- TO LIVE LOVE & PLAY REMEMBERENCE WITH ALL THE GODS-FOR YOU ARE THE SPRING FROM WITCH THEY ARE FROM ! YOU*RE THE TRUE SOURCE OF INNOCENT FUN- YOU ARE THE HELP IN MY HANDS- YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE BEST PLANS- YOU ARE THE ONE WHO RECONCILES THE DISTANT LANDS MY CHILD MY LOVELY CHILD -THE VOICE IN MY BLOOD-THE PULSE OF YOUR "ONE" WHERE THE GOAL IS REALIZED & UNITY IS WON ! YOU ARE THE LIGHT BEHIND MY EYES-YOU ARE THE VOTIVE TEARS I ECSTATICALLY CRY - THE QUIVER OF MY MIND & THE POWER OF YOUR KINDNESS- YOU HAVE STOOD BESIDE ME EVEN WHEN I WAS WRONG & THEN REALIGN ME IN YOUR ETERNAL SONG- YOU HAVE NOT BEEN BORN YET- BUT I KNOW YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN THELEMICKALY UNITE EVERYONE - YOU ARE THE ONE I WAS BORN TO LIVE & LEARN FROM-MY CHILD MY LOVELY CHILD Z-93 WRITTEN BY KONR W. GAUTREAU LOVE IS THE LAW .

OPPOSITES DETRACT

Our lifestyles are miles apart
So why would I want your heart?
We don’t think at all the same
I liked you so much but your refusal ‘tis such a shame

Can you imagine both of us feeling the same?
I can tell you about portraits with not one frame
Yet you are over there, stuffed away where you want to be
And there is no contentedness for a special soul like me

It began so nicely, easily, as if it was fate’s demand
Now I can’t even imagine holding your hand
You said something nice which I thought was true
But as it turns out you are bias to red and I to blue

I can understand that you don’t understand
There have been many families from which I was banned
I may be difficult to put up with I can see
But I don’t dig it when women use or lie to me

Okay it may not have been a lie per se
Call it what you want, call it what you may
Sweetness turned sour because you think like a child
And baby, you’re too staid and I was born to be wild
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HEAVEN’S HOARDS

All I believe is in Heaven there must be quite a crowd
All the earthly beings who refused to harm or sin
There are the heroes, the risk takers and the proud
Heaven probably already let fourteen trillion people

The line to get in must be universally long
And that’s only for the pious ones
The ones taken off the line are the ones never did wrong
Heaven is filled with souls who never used fist a rifle or guns

It’s taking people like days and days to finally enter
Unknowingly the line turned into a circle in shape
There was a circle and only 1200 fools who stood in the center
And on the floor there’s a sign that reads “do not go past this tape”

Man, I know the galaxy is giant and could be expanding every day
But that’s how big Heaven must be to cater to every resident
Then there’s the opposite where lakes are on fire and the ones who never stopped to pray
That place is called Hell and upon my arrival I will soon be voted president
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I WILL NOT, I CANNNOT

She lost most of her hair and lay still in her bed
An oxygen tank is her constant company
She smiles in the face of dreariness and dread
And sadly she’s breathing by brevity’s decree

Hers is a matter grave in consequence, nature and ways
It’s a sorrowful situation as the light dies in her eyes
Her condition has created dreadfully dreary days
Yet she spurts words of wisdom from a mind still so wise

Her arms but bones, her leg akin to a stick
Her body is rotting both outside and in
How sad it is to view beauty so perilously sick
And her condition proves EVEN YOUR GOD CAN SIN!

Personally I can’t visit her because too large is my heart
I can’t face the signs that she’s headed so soon for Heaven’
Aged is her body but quick is a mind that knows she’s soon to depart
And the greatest sin of all is that she is only eleven
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