Most Liked Quatrain Poems (302)

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

There's a lamp-stand in the corner
it shine its light down on the floor
a red moon out my window
brought the sheriff to my door

I said the whisky made us frisky
we was fighting tooth and claw
she was dancing on my table
with her body in the raw

Then she stole my sports car
took the money from the drawer
while I was sleeping off the drinking
she was running from the law

Last time I'll bed little Suzie
with the hips you can't ignore
with her two guns and ammunition
and appetite to score

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies –
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.

Steely Dan be damned
pretzels you can't use
I want to tour the Southland
in me ultra fancy shoes

I have never met Napoleon
but I plan to find the time
we'll share some pepperoni
and a margarita topped with lime

we'd get a raucous chorus
a travelling minstrel show
but those days are gone forever
over a long time ago

the meal of one course
not for a horse
on goes the sauce
with legitimate force

mince and cheese
oh yes please
butter chicken
that's what I'm pickin'

steak and veg
I wish to pledge
is comfort food
when in the mood

Take off your red hat
shake off those shoes
we both know that
there's nothing left to lose

If I should tell you
while we swing and sway
I feel forever new
my blues just gone away

Meet me by the river
in the evening sun
there'll be time to quiver
before the day is done

And before its midnight
you'll promise not to go
and I'll know its just right
when we tie that bow

Take off your red hat
shake off those shoes
we both know that
there's nothing left to lose

There is a state between happiness and sadness
That is a basic human emotion
It provides a relief from life's stresses
And stimulates a mode of deep reflection

To be happy all the time come what may
Is nothing other than a fallacy
So live your life as it unfolds each day
Be honest to yourself most sincerely

Face the good and bad with equanimity
Coping with the bad times may be tougher
Know that all things will pass eventually
And subsequently you will be stronger

In-person meetings suspended
Conference rooms closed to use
By keeping a 6-foot distance
everyone stays apart—not aloof.

Blues, folk, rock concerts rescheduled
Museums closed to showing art
Theatre not performed on stages
Citizens asked to do their part.

Flattening-the-curve approach required
But when our leaders fail to lead
people are driven to poor decisions
and takers feed upon their greed.

Shelves in stores stripped to empty
Essentials horded, stock-piled away
Preparing for the worst to come
Hoping to be spared anew each day.

Public schools closed until April
Red Sox Opening Day postponed
Weighing decisions to self-isolate
with every day to be spent alone.

Boston Marathon moved to September
Walk for Hunger canceled complete
Needs in air still hover, linger though
movement ceased beneath our feet.

With tents as makeshift hospital wards
first-come-first-served policy goes out the door
Triage decisions necessary to be made
disproportionally impact the poor.

Forego cavalier, casual attitudes
Avoid need for imminent, acute care
There are vulnerable people everywhere
Covid-19 travels through touch and air.

Individual freedom temporarily bartered
to provide better protection for everyone
Embrace physical-distancing as one way
war against this pandemic can be won.

© 2020-03-14

Loud Yuletide bells resound once more,
Do they toll of Joy, or a tear ?
A festive choir croon at my door,
"Merry Christmas and Peaceful New Year "

In some sad homes the lights are dim,
Senseless war has taken their cheer,
Our troubled world now mocks the hymn,
"Merry Christmas and Peaceful New Year ".

Many will scorn our saviours birth,
The faithless who utter a sneer,
And say "There won't be peace on earth,
Not at Christmas nor in the New Year ".

But ye of faith speak loud and deep !
Proclaim for world leaders to hear,
Hope can not die, and will not sleep,
At Christmas and through the New Year .

A wish for peace this poem it sends,
Good tidings to all, far and near,
I raise a mulled wine toast my friends,
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year"

On a frosty Winter's evening,
In a haunting moonlight glare,
I remembered perished loved ones,
With a solemn silent prayer.

There the flickers of the firelight,
Cast live shadows on the gloom,
Like the ghosts of souls departed,
Came alive within the room.

I could sence parental spirits,
Place their marble hands in mine,
As they coaxed me from the armchair,
Up to waltz with them entwined.

Yet although their steps were silent,
And they spoke with soundless air,
Their warm aura was a blessing,
Of which I was unaware.

For their lives on earth weren't easy,
In those woeful days of yore,
Yet together lived contented,
Through the suffering they bore.

Hope and gratitude they gifted,
All my worries were benign,
As the two kind hearted spectres,
Soon returned to the divine.

With the dying of the embers,
Came our parting bittersweet,
As the fading of the shadows,
Were their spirits in retreat

They bestowed a saintly message,
Scribed in smoke upon the wall,
" Always pray for fallen angels,
And no harm shall you befall."

Now it's lonesome by the fireside,
On the floor.. a teardrop stain,
And I pray my kindred guardians,
Will return to dance again.