Best 7 Poems
A place in the sun shines for me.
Under the acknowledgement tree.
I don't mean from others.
They are too busy to be bothered.
Only from my experiences in life,
I find them full and ripe!
Only you, really can crown your poem.
Put it in your warm heart~
The poem's true home!
5/5/2021
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Categories:
7, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
the Big Dipper
catches falling stars--
crickets sing
Categories:
7, nature,
Form:
Haiku
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Poe's Diary Page 7 (The Hand of Dread)
Postby Whiskurz » February 11th, 2013, 1:25 am
Awakened by the hand of dread
An apprentice to the night
She pulls me from my chamber bed
And forces me to write
My mind still captive to my sleep
I do not understand
Clutching my quill, my fingers weep
It does not know my hand
A whisper slowly fills my soul
My quill now feels at ease
For I'm no longer in control
I write from my disease
Infected words now fill my quill
To spread a rancid lie
My paper silent and feeling ill
As pieces of it die
Dread no longer holds me tight
As her icy fingers release
She disappears into the night
And hands me back my peace
Categories:
7, fear, write, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Wet dreams
Explosion of the stars of heaven
Nymphomaniac
Natural / Nature Sexy Haiku Contest -
by: SandyIvy Davis
09/11/2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(4th place in the contest)
Categories:
7, nature, passion,
Form:
Haiku
water with sparkle
my un cola memories
a Seven Up kid
Categories:
7, food,
Form:
Haiku
The moon so close it was touchable,
framed mid the snow clad ancient trees.
written 11/21/2014
contest: Frozen in Crystalline
sponsor: Andrea
syllables 9/8
Categories:
7, moon, tree,
Form:
Crystalline
The silver moon gleams on soft set snow
Setting tired winter hearts aglow
Categories:
7, winter,
Form:
Crystalline
"REBELS" WAS THEIR NAME
Judge not, that ye be not judged.
Matthew 7:1-3 KJV
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Each fair familiar feature of their face
aglows with the dim lit day's assistance,
rests upon strong shoulders reminiscent
of roses bloom, see their trust and proud grace.
Before those same red cheeks were flags of shame;
tearing at their hearts, rebels they were named.
Who knows, are they friends, sisters, or lovers?
They don't look alike but but they live strong,
telling their own truth stopped rumor's hover,
truth clears the blind eyes, errs are not lifelong.
While the shrinking sun delights in its role,
can they sustain falsehood, forgive such ways?
They chose to stand strong, still in mute dismay
but in their bosoms dwell two holy souls.
__________________________________________________________
~~Inspired by the painting: Twilight Confidances
by Cecilia Beaux 1888~~
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
4:30 pm; January 17, 2015
Categories:
7, character, community, innocence, judgement,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
A druid climbs the sacred oak, white gowned
to bring the holy mistletoe to ground.
With a golden sickle in his hand,
caught in his vestments, its brought to land.
Then, they feast beneath the sacred tree
gifting two white bulls for God's bounty.
Categories:
7, faith,
Form:
Crystalline
ancient branches break
with weight of winter season
fresh born fawn stands straight
Categories:
7,
Form:
Haiku
While attending a social do
You meet and greet others
It’s more a social norm
Than any ‘real’ connect
As you attend to calls
Or get yourself updated with ‘Updates’
Or simply fiddle with your phone
And mind you
You are not alone
Almost everyone is doing the same
Some listless bites of conversation
While chomping on the fare
And it’s time to take leave
But ironically
The same social do
Which you had so perfunctorily attended
Finds the pride of place
On social sites
And horror of horrors
You too find yourself
Engaged in mindless chatter
With the very same crowd
You didn’t much involve yourself with
Just a couple of hours before
In that crowded venue
The story is the same
Whether you are with friends, family or neighbours
The present moments are sacrificed
With ‘smart’ phones smartly severing you
From your surroundings
Ironically when face to face
No one has much to say
But there’s frenzied socialization
Every day
In the ‘virtual’ world
Leading to tch, tch
A 24/7 disconnect in the ‘real’ world.
Categories:
7, technology,
Form:
Blank verse
7 Deadly Sins
When God showed me a vision,
I was wondering if what it is all about,
He was showing me the greatness, and fullness of life,
Where I neglected it and did not shew some delight,
He showed me fruits of a different kind,
Where I can pick, and have the best one I like
But, I kept on ignoring it one by one.
And I never appreciated the good kind he placed in line.
He showed me then, how my hands work in many ways,
He taught me how to touch others and give a helping hand
He tied a rope for me to pull when they are out of strings to hold
But, I was too busy to hold mine and so selfish to hold one.
He gave me the heart to love others,
He made it pure and with kindness
But, I used it to hatred, unforgiving heart I laid
and I end up loving myself more than anyone else
"One night, I dreamt of heaven and hell
I saw Jesus seating on a big bronze chair
The place was too dark, dull and sad.
As I gazed my eyes, I saw my families and other people around.
I was surprised why I was not with them
and why I was standing next to Him."
"In a blink of an eye, the ground started to break,
And the fire came out like a river and lake.
The place was drowning in sorrow, as I heard the crying of each soul.
I was terrified, and I can not move
Watching them screaming and falling, it's tearing my heart. I can not hold."
"Then, all of a sudden I felt sadness and my tears began to fall.
I saw my mother, and she is about to fall.
I asked Jesus to help and pull her up.
But He just looked at me, and my heart was bleeding so bad.
Then, I jumped to where my mother was.
I grabbed her hands and hold her tight
Then there's a big voice I heard at the back.
"They are the one who can save their soul"
I was crying that very moment I woke up,
The message was striking me with fear, I'm terrified.
It was not only for them to take, but also for me to wake.
That night I began to pray
I asked God for His forgiveness and mercy on bended knee
To forgive me for my arrogance and selfishness
To forgive me for my enviousness and greediness
To Forgive me for being Gluttonous, lustful, sloth and wrath
I asked him to take away my pride and give me back my pure heart
That dream is a wake up call "No one can save anyone other than their soul..."
Categories:
7, deep, dream, earth, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
how many walking time bombs
wearing fake smiles
dwell in america?
explosive charge + timer + detonator = resident of the US of A
Categories:
7, political
Form:
Haiku
Durin' the time I was passing my urine
My faeces were falling to pieces
Submitted to Juvenilia Contest
13th March 2015
Categories:
7, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7
playing on the raw-coal
the under-clothes of the airhostesses
continue to sing a song
even-then the germination of the almonds
can never become the sugar-candy
made of palmyra
may be they don’t want so
until and unless any night-guard comes
and deposits the RBCs of the jack-fruit-leaves
within a wrinkle-free hand-glove
you do absorb all colours
from the soil of the earthworms
and thus unfold your open hair
along the air of this cloudy day
then none but the gughni-sellers
will get back their names and titles
there is from the sky of the timber of hog-plum
it has rained even last night
the streets are wet
the trees are wet
there is splashing mud in the low lands
those all full-of-incidents
if you wish
you can send them
to the introduction of a proposal against war
i’ve never heard that
to take the responsibility
of the starving south-east
the rain has put down its crown
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 8
all on a sudden
one day again
i face the isabgool
the own fountain of vraj-kishore
may be, wants to fly away in such a manner
to another afternoon
my tiffin-expenses cann’t discover that valley
till now
from where
it is said
all night-gowns begins
then i’m sitting
with my hands and legs spread
in the sun-light
filled with
the sound of chopping of cabbages
on the flowers of the sun-plant
that are in-between the wife and her mother-in-law
i exercise my intelligence very much
if the question of my security is raised
it is only a ‘for-God’s-sake’-like adjuration
the knot of a white handkerchief is so much heavy
i don’t know earlier
my knowledge of using prosody
getting amalgamated calmly
with the stamen used by the sleep
Categories:
7, allegorysun, proposal,
Form: