Best 15 Poems
crescent moon smiles
tangerine sun's cheerio ~
crepuscule romance
*Palindrome Poetry*
****Inspiration****
Libra,
represents scales.
balanced and fair.
Sway little, intellect overbearing, charming.
Opinions strong, mediator, excellent.
Bonds deep, spiritually forging connections.
Compatible, Scorpio and Gemini strong.
Artistic and creative.
-inspiring-
Creative and artistic,
strong. Gemini and Scorpio compatible.
Connections forging spiritually deep bonds.
Excellent mediator, strong opinions.
Charming,overbearing intellect, little sway.
Fair and balanced.
Scales represent
Libra.
***Palindrome, by definition is a word, phrase, verse, sentence or even
poem that reads the same forward or backward.***Example***
"Artistic and creative inspiring Creative and artistic"
Jared Pickett
9/15/09
Asavvy1
vast fields on vast fields
yet no tall corn can be seen ...
dark cloud from afar
"Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
An everlasting pool. A pool of memories.
Like picking a grape off a vineyard, you choose one to remember.
Then you put it back. No trace of taking it, except your own conscience.
Some sweet and beautiful, some ugly and unpleasant, but nevertheless there.
With age the pool shrinks - the unnatural event of nature itself.
But at the very depth, a layer of feelings remains.
Haiku 6/15/2016
warmth rises slowly
beckoning the cold blooded
silent slitherer
John G. Lawless
6/15/2016
Hoarding words and sounds
to sing the songs of the heart.
Each song has an end.
This poem was inspired by my best friend and her troubles: )
We go out on our first date,
We go back to your house,
Your parents are asleep,
We go to your bedroom,
You tell me you love me and that you will take care of me,
I wake up thinking of last night your laying next to me holding me,
You wake up and look at me and smile,
You lean over and kiss me,
I feel like you are the best thing to ever happen to me,
You are my first love,
Little do we know what’s happening,
Nine months latter we are parents,
We are planning our marriage,
Our lives are set in stone now,
We are parents at age fifteen, engaged at age fifteen,
Life has just left our eyes,
Now we are two teens in love living on their own parents disowned them, child with them
drop outs of high school and working jobs to survive.
What a stupid mistake we made at age fifteen.
Under aged sex is not a smart choice unless you want my life….
butterflies ferment
like aesthetic Autumn leaves
— sanguine sage’s brush
10/15/2018
ferment - to be in a state of agitation or intense activity
sanguine - marked by eager hopefulness : confidently optimistic; bloodred
sage - wise through reflection and experience
i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.
The Garment District
Overnite
City trucks slowly rumble along the street
Dust
Dirt
DNA
All powerhosed
What's left suspends like your aura
Perfume lingering
Forgiveness falling, gliding almost
unseen
a golden leaf deep in the forest
Resting among fellow leaves
Experienced in changing seasons
Cautious
but not fearful
Cautious
but not fearful
15 Pews
The backward glance the morning cast
Without regret on midnight past
And lives now strewn to what may be
Where once the stars shone bright for thee
Must gather centuries eternal dust
For only darkness, graveyards trust
The whistling wind, her tall tales told
Of demons, dragons, warnings scold
Where earthly altars blessed the few
That knew their place…….the fifteenth pew
Smile. Laugh. Why must you command yourself?
Dont cry. Dont show them your organs.
Its all a lie, isnt it?
The very fabrics of life.
Do they see pain upon your face?
Does the sadness seep through?
Tears crystalize in your eyes.
Your too brave to risk wiping them away,
and not brave enough to let them pour.
Blink them away.
Good, you follow commands.
Do you know how to be a leader?
Do you close your eyes and walk?
Trust me. Follow the sound of my voice.
Will i lead you safely? Dont be so sure.
We are all liars at our root.
Push your self forward.
Form:
For 15 years I have loved you
It is beyond a kiss
It is beyond a hug
It is beyond our friendship
You will find my love
In the lyric you hear
In the sunlight that warms you
In the food you make
I am the life you have touched
I am the love you have lost
For 15 years I have loved you
And I will love you for a lifetime more
I am space. And I am time. I can see wind and I can be kind.
I can breathe you, yet you can't breathe me.
I am the oceans, but you're not the seas.
I am the rain. You are my pain.
I am the Sun. You were my fun.
I was the storm. I am outrage. So angry. So deep. Lock me in a cage.
I am the zoo. Being observed from all views.
My life was a shambles and it was your cue. A cue to enter. A cue to arrive
A cue to witness and to revive.
I am religion and I am here. Not one place. Not neither place but here and there.
Am I the air? Am I the voice?
I wanted you forever but you had your own choice.
To leave, to depart, to exit or restart
You left, you thief and you still have my heart...
What am I looking for, what am I hiding
reunited with my past self, can't help but repent;
did I lose myself or am I still finding,
hoping for my tomorrow just to escape my present.
Masked my troubles with so-called escapisms
denied the truth that was embedded deep within;
thoroughly washed away all my musings,
mastered the art of self-loathin'
Pushed and pulled with a force to reckon
emptied myself into the realms of darkness;
weighed my expectations as a means of life lesson,
heard the pounding of my heart, too scared to witness.
Everything indeed changes, as someone truly said change is the only 'constant'
can I change myself that is the big question, can I truly face myself?
the voices inside keep screaming to join the fragments,
who will tell them that I am not broken but shelved.
I don't need soldering, I need to embrace
my flaws, my mistakes, my regrets, my wants;
The only way to spiral out is to retrace,
to acknowledge the unknown, to evade the haunts.
wind rain -- greet me, your
laugh -- quick, bright . . . tears sorrowful
cleansing is your love
David Meade
Live Generously