Becometh Poems | Examples

Ants

A billion ants all march'd in line
Their Queen doth bruise 'n' bleed them dry
For these poor creatures, world stops not
And no eyes turn'd when one doth drop.

A billion ants all beat 'n' broke
Their minds be torn, their souls revoked
Be turn'd to slaves and free from trust
To feed their monster's greed 'n' lust.

A billion ants whom time forgot
Exploited, wreck'd, and left to rot
They work'd their lives for scarce reward
Their souls unbless'd by love, nor lord.

Three million more seek death or dole
Becometh not more hopeless souls
Thou master scorns and leaves to rot
This dreadful world that they know not.

Resentment

Friends, who have abandoneth me,
Why not tryeth reaching out to me?
Forsaken feeling:
I'm finally giving up
On this dreaming
Of what we once were,
Long before your lives becometh more.
I've poured my feelings unto you,
Though you have changed
And nothing can goeth through.
Alone and longing
For you to place me
Amongst those who belong
And are a healing song to your heart.
If there is any space,
I will retrace and may not depart.
Loneliness no longer defines me,
Though resentment fills me
And I realize it to be the key
To the door of the ending
And the unlocking of chains
Through finally letting go
Of our once vivid memories.

Love and Pain

By: Inking Al'Kallio and Ellen Brown

Shall painful pleasures be the tune?
Tune to which our love dances?
Oh! how your blows has becometh the fuel,
that drives me on to beautiful bruises.

I thought it was all Love at first.
A love that can never be broken.
Now it has turned to a painful test.
Love is gone, all I feel is pains through blows taken.

As each blows caresses my body,
beautiful mark of tears threads.
Was this all in your love embedded?
How long will I endure this joyful sadness 

But summer shall roll up winters pains.
I shall smile again or that I think.

Ministerial Buzzwords

In the business of God 
where He is Chief Almighty LORD 
perfect Boss, surpassing all best practices
we are sure of a win-win synergy, verily reigning
while we yield to His wisdom of heavenly paradigm
beyond world class status toward ministerial endeavour 
reaching-out the next generation with love and care framework. 

Upon biblical mission-vision-goals
along divine proactive operationalization
through the optimum power of the Holy Spirit
our servant-heart, faith-propelled mindset prioritizes
eternal values against temporal analysis-paralysis, so sickening
triumphing over ailing reality check, guarded by angelic task force
to stay serenely joyous, going forward in sharing the Gospel* of salvation.

*Philippians 1:27 Only let your conversation be as it becometh the gospel of Christ: that whether I come and see you, or else be absent, I may hear of your affairs, that ye stand fast in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the gospel.

August 25, 2021
1st place, "Buzzword Bingo" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by John Anderson; judged on 8/30/2021.

Dead and Done

The unwilling seed of youth soon gone
Decaying society brought forth will be
Decomposing for all to gander
Vanity will wander together with brawn

Withering decline of the end to come
As beauty dies they harshly slander
Your fight will rage until the end
Reflection will rot and becometh scum

The corpse be known by deaths firm grip
The gradual decline we still defend
It's quite inevitable and soon will spawn
It swoops on in watching for the fall and trip

Youth soon squandered in the mid-day sun
Weathered and cracked by a formidable one
It now lies dead on the web doth spun
The carcass of beauty spent and done


*Lines to awaken your muse poetry contest*
"the carcass of beauty spent and done*
This line was written by William Shakespeare

Elders'Watch

I just have to watch, 
painstakingly watch and watch, 
to see how the loins of a man, becometh 
faceless! 
You say faceless? Yes! Nay! 
For my thoughts betray my heart, 
I have to sit and watch how a graveyard turns cradle. 

Is it for the love of women? I dare not day. 
We all battle different gods for victory,
yet, we battle in strength and wits! 

I've seen the puffs, 
I know the smell, 
I hear the moans - 
It tickles me hard! 
Yet, it rings; scourging to and fro, 
down the moments, I row. 

No bitterness in my lair, 
yet, I must watch. 
For wits gained in seeing, 
hearts forget not. 

Wits gained in experiences, 
the soul cling always to.

Too Broken To Fit

(Title: Too Broken to Fit) About HIV/AIDS


1 What Hath Becometh of Thee?
2 Belonging No More
3 Within Fleshly Pose.

4 Undeserving,
5 Of Such Merciless Means

6 A Tainted Soul
7 Too Broken to Fit
8 Amongst the Rest.

9 A Cruel Awakening
10 Of Mercurial Fashions—
11 Immutable.

12 A Droll Living
13By Judgmental Bigots!
14 A Laughingstock
15 One Must Be.

16 Withering Truths
17 Time Stealeth Away.
18 Existing No Longer.

19 Untold Sufferings—
20 Left Alone
21 In Pensive Sequesterings.

22 A Grim Foreboding
23 Be All That Remain.

24 The Permanence of Dying;
25 Without Having Yet Lived.

Exhortation

Hear ye hear ye o vainglorious creatures
This day have I weighed thine lives in measures
Know ye not thine retinue will not last?
And all becometh old as of the past?
Repent ye of thine evil ways  this day
For it cometh soon to an end - mine stay.
For of nothing but debris art thou made
To it thou surely returneth someday.

Tribute To the Memory of John Keats

Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats

Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short year of riper song
And more melodious than ever filled
The heart of youth; they gave thee power to build
A noble altar for thy offering
Amid the heedlessness that had long chilled
True poesy, true souls that fain would sing.

And thou, from depths of silent agony,
Hast left unto the world such rich bequest
Of love's own loveliness that thy last rest
Becometh as the soul's own sanctuary
To all that long have learnt of thee to wear
Sun-raiment in the shadowy House of Care.

R.J. Lindley
Sept. 9th 1975

In Foolisheness

In Foolishness,
Man conceiveth wisdom and gets rapture in arena
Where wonders of science and refinement are exhibited.

A man young is deemeth foolish to love a woman who
Before, hath given her palm wine to another man, but wise
For a young woman to marry an old ‘big man’ she doth not love.
A man foolishly taketh the woman who hath my heart with her
And foolishly I taketh her back when she cometh to me; And 
Men sayeth, foolish! because it doth not conform, like this line.

Foolish the words of Christ seemeth to orthodox minds
That a man is the hero, who becometh a scapegoat of life.
Solomon! thou dinneth not with smart people of this earth; See
Thy whole life contraveneth the norm of devout, cultured men.

Thank thee Lord! Thou alone knowest my foolishness best,
For in foolishness, is the happy redemption I striveth to win.

As a Man Thinketh

As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.
So is the he that a man thinketh
and becometh
as perishable
corruptible
dialogues infinite and resistant.
Universal universe spreads open
nonexistent legs to reveal the womb of creation.
Birth comes to ideas 
and desires manifest 
before and with 
the blades of grass 
on desert sands.
All to bow before mountains
formed before monkey-men
glimmered in her All-Seeing Eye.
Who dares to free the Jinn
from its eternal abode?
For man's mere whim,
she concedes and grants
all that the blood pump
could ever
would ever
desire.
As a man thinketh so is he.
All that is
all will ever be
and begins in the sparking, 
invisible, 
imagination of meat and bone, 
dust and stone 
doing apache summersaults.

Old Woman

This is not the world that you knew in fact it is far from it
Thus is the conclusion you drew and one we must all admit
For how quickly things change and not always for the best
What used to seem so strange is now routinely done in jest

The whole family has dissolved lead by those not to be heard 
As life around them revolved and the consequences incurred 
With no sense of structure and a complete lack of love for God
Understanding what's in store, so many thinking you are odd

A wise and strong generation who was raised up from nothing
Adding to this Nation in all the hopes and dreams they'd bring
As off to the corner you now sit barely given the time of day
But in your amazing wit you now use all this time to pray

As they politely look down upon you, in so missing your gift
For you'd know exactly what to do, we all need such a lift
But those days are all done and just a memory of the past
Both knowing who won in seeing the wicked shadow he cast

Tutus 2:3
The aged women likewise, 
that [they be] in behaviour as becometh holiness, 
not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things;

Rex Angulus Mortis

My veins now spill forth scarlet waters,
Rent by serrated silver teeth.
Like Her breast sinewed all life,
Fervoured my wrist, when She jilted me...
Repleted by once Her love;
Now became Death, a nocturnal drapery...
"My Goddess What didst Thou to me,
Lust priapic to Thine ardent ****?''
A sylph bewinged like an Angel,
That withered love infected me...
A morbid plume falling from grace,
The celestial eye ebonied.
"My Love; Doth thou not want me?
Hath I becometh a Daemon?"
... 

No... 
this blooded brine, mortal wine,
this etch on my pale canvas.
is nothing more but a single sign,
To pain's anathema,
-yet you my love...
Will nascent from my blood,
and be robed in ether cardinal...

My suicide, although it's sin
Will leave you happy with akin.
My body was a tumour around my soul,
but waning life, will take control...

These Peaks of Joy

These mouths of laugh
 these traps of many
these winds as peas,
 they grow;they are tall.

These fools to smiles
 these miserable men of ham;
these slings of love
 they fail;they are frail.

These fair feet;adorned
 these skins of cherubs;rare
these sparks of peace,
 they come;they go.

These rivers of soil
 these soils of mud
these rocks are flakes  
 they sink not;they sail.

But yet even the emblem of love
 becometh but fragile
even the light that was but:
 dawns to darkness
so the joy is as a rock
 In a sling it goes up hither;
but sooner falls.

These drains of sadness
 these moments;but few
these peaks of joy
 they;intense but brief.

These sobs of annoyance;
 these moons at graves
these blues are silent,
 they whisper;they are meek.

These lilies are not flowers
 these twigs but roses 
these;there fragrance
 they enlighten;they are life.

These mountains of prophets
 these seas of glass,
these heights of love,
 they work no ill;they are joy.

These peaks of laugh
 these deep winds,
these rare bushes of gloom,
 they burn;it's passion.
            -The end-

Soundtrack To My Escape

I am the fallen one, one casted away,
A reminant of a broken promise
Man shakled for one dying wish,
My vissicitudes haunt me everytime
The sound of those blazing drums,
I heard the music mystifies us all,
Saves a man from a Fall,
The strings are being pulled and the chorus chants,
The melody which melts us all,
I heard music has power: To cure and transform
I am still the same; The Man with a broken promise
Caught in the realmn of this heaven and earth
My body becometh the prison of my soul
I am a composer, A composer in oblivion – Looking
Looking, for the soundtrack to my escape.

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