Best Adaption Poems
God named me a straying cloud,
and by His perpetual wish I abide...
as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze.
I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride,
and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees;
and as a sparrow I feel the bond.
My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight,
I encounter many stars and make them my friends,
and they love shining on the Milky Way...
looking down on the lonely bay so bright;
and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance:
so happy they have come my way!
Even the ocean's waves join them in their play,
but their dance is better than theirs,
and at such wondrous sight I make verse...
being offered their warm company;
I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away,
I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me.
So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest,
but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts,
that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset;
my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance,
and I dance with them, making a happy sound...
not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud.
Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest
This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem,
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
adaption, friendship, happiness, imagination, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
A woman said to the universe:
"Sir, see me as equal!"
"I hear you," replied the universe,
"But I can't see you
Because that tall man's head is blocking your face."
Adaption from Steven Crane's "A Man Said to the Universe"
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
When I was 18 Steven Crane's poem was pasted over my desk at work. It has always been
a source of inspiration and intrigue.
Categories:
adaption, satire, socialme, universe,
Form:
Free verse
It takes real faith to be an evolutionist
For as you study science
The most difficult element to find
Is randomness
And if randomness is scarce;
Almost theoretical,
Then there is design
(a thought heretical)
And if there is a design
There must be a designer?
DNA is information
Coded strips of pure devotion
To the contrary of the notion
That we came out of sludgy potion
But then we need to understand
That in every place in every land
Evolution is preached as gospel truth
And if preached, it is religion
Without proof, not a smidgen!
Funny how the scientists find
That adaption of genetic kind
Was programmed in by a superior mind
Funny how the scientists find
That DNA has an operating system
A base code filled with wisdom
I just don’t have enough faith to believe
In evolution
Categories:
adaption, faith, irony, science,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Even good girls never listen to their wise mothers,
they like to hang out with bad guys who stay
up late, don't go to school and sleep all the day;
if only they took their words seriously,
there would be no accidental pregnancy:
how does Liz put up with a baby that often cries?
" Give your baby up for adaption, he would have
a better life than you can give him! " her mom implores;
" No, I can't... I am keeping him and give him love! "
Liz cries our in desperation staring at her child who smiles.
" I saw Robert and he's looking for a job, he claims
he's the father and is taking responsibility; ah, when he sent me a text,
I left home after one; we got drunk on beers
and I barely remember what happened next!
I am aware that sorry won't change anything! " she scream hysterically.
" If he's promises to change, you can still live here and raise your baby! "
Even the walls hear her mother's plead not void of feeling,
then Liz gratefully says,, " Thank you mom for your understanding! "
Categories:
adaption, boyfriend, crush, kids, girl,
Form:
Rhyme
Scope is the drink sans pleasure
That always burns a hole
And stings your gums -and have you heard
It's worse than vile gall
And Listerine is more absurd
And sure your tongue to harm
Yet mouthwash wasn't meant to hurt
Like an acidic storm
Therefore imbibe with caution and
You'll find that you agree
Another beverage there ne'er will be
So full of caustic glee
For Brian Strand's "Adaption" contest
Parody of Poem #254 - "Hope" by Emily Dickinson
Poem #254 by Emily D ickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Categories:
adaption, funny
Form:
Light Verse
When the Earth was young,
fire dominated the hellish land,
flowing like blood in veins giving
life to the rocky planet.
It glowed like molten rock within
a furnace ready to be moulded into
the continents that float like ducks
on water regardless of constant motion.
The land was bare and resembled what
most would consider hell but still
it was darkly beautiful in its own self.
Millennia passed with no trace of life
until that all faithful day when the
Earth was bombarded by rocky meteorites
and frozen comets.
These titans of nature brought Earth’s
most precious gift transforming the
bare land in to a world of new-born
oceans.
A never ending rain-storm begun causing
the oceans to grow like an embryo in
a mother’s womb.
Sadly the air was poisonous and the
sky red, like a never ending sunset;
life took no hold of the empty
and barren land.
Time passed slowly and the oceans
begun to fill with the smallest
of creatures, too small to be
seen with the naked eye.
Slowly the air begun to change
and the way to evolution began,
giving rise to adaption and
abilities never seen before on
the barren land.
Single-celled creatures became
multi-celled giving rise to what
is considered the life force of
us all – DNA.
Time passed slowly but life
exploited the barren land
filling it with the most
peculiar of creations.
The Earth became a box of
chocolates for whichever way
one looked nothing was the same.
The Earth’s precious gift is life
but without the aid of nature’s
titans life itself would have
never begun in such a fiery
furnace – glowing then yet dark.
Categories:
adaption, history, life, nature, life,
Form:
Free verse
Everything seems impossible when it’s not done
Though when dark times hit, people tend to give up and run
But to where, it’s still under the same sun
This is one of the truth ignored by man.
Yes! Fate is fate, but giving up is not an option_ Cause adaption in any situation is a key component that leads to evolution as the earth under goes its revolution.
This word is for you girl child, a flamboyant feminine soul
Beautiful, smart and intelligent, keeping the fire burning like coal
With a different perspective of life as a goal
And inspiring to the female folk, a role you ought to keep in control.
Despite how at times you may doubt yourself, just remember, the power lies within you_ the power to bring every Jericho down and to move every mountain
Girl! Indeed everything seems impossible when it’s not done.
But take every chance and opportunity to give out your ability or capability_ keeping in mind to secure your integrity.
Desmond Tutu said, “Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world at par.
You ought to do the same, success is your portion just follow the rules of the game.
Go along with your vision_ let your brains spill with abundant_ knowledge to foster development to the nation.
An achievement man will have had been remembered for till the Day of Judgment with celebration.
I know this message may sound braggadocio_ but believe you me, you’ll always be unique and special.
Anyway, to every Girl Child_ go forth, be the light of the world and thunder!
Categories:
adaption, africa, child, confidence, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
A princess in a ballroom
Is every girls dream
Playing it over in our heads,
detailing the scene
A prince at our side
Determined to swoon
Confessing your the most perfect
one in the room
This is what's expected
Until we grow up
And find our dream has decided to
disrupt
Decided to change course
Causing more ache
Now we can't breathe without being
plunged with a stake
Or being rejected
Our only other option
Forsaking the world or choosing
adaption
Most choose the latter
Loosing there virtue
And cling instead on what guys
believe are true
Like "You're bangable that's for
sure
But certainly not what I would date
For girls are nothing more than
meat
An appetizer on our plate"
And instead of disagreeing with their
fact
Setting out to prove it false
We believe these lies and comprise
Decide to be used up, then tossed
But at what cost?
Is it really so wrong?
Just following the pattern of
american love songs
Craving to feel loved from this pitiful
world
Just to follow and become an
ordinary teenage girl
Now feeling alive and fresh in my
skin
Not focused on how guilty I feel
within
Could it really be sin?
But its so fun
Pursuing the guy till you find out
you won
Until the job is done
And you watch him leave
Now aware you stitched your heart
on your sleeve
And he's tore it off
Threw it in the dust
Tell me world, is this pain a must
Can it be fixed?
No it's too late
Might as give myself to the next
heartbreak
Now i'm stuck in the cycle
Caught in the mold
But too scared to step out, not
daring to be bold
Now my heart is cold
Thy soul is stone
Going from guy to guy yet feeling
alone
Following the lie
This is the only type I catch
Besides, there's no such thing as a
God destined match
Simple friend with benefits
But no one benefits
Following the status quo
Just tell him no!
Categories:
adaption, angst, confusion, daughter, heart,
Form:
Free verse
There is a fierceness in our blood.
An ancient instinct of survival
Our soul will not become extinct.
Boiled on the banks of battle
Parched in the sand of drought
Evolved into a miracle of homeostasis..
Secrets of existance whispered in ear of infants.
Selfishness combines with pride
and our hearts demand to provide
We will overcome.
There is strength in determination
More so when mind and soul is united.
I am more than your perception
So much more than your understanding
There is a genetic story emboldened with my mothers legacy..
I am alive.
Free.
Wild.
Unrestrained abandonment to the ferocity of my desires.
I am more than the beauty and grace society asked of me..
We are children of a people who spoke to fire
And listened to the wind.
We have inherited the magic of a land who birthed us
And swam through the waves who raised us.
These veins connect me
To a power older than these words.
My spirit knows true strength
when this world has learned adaption.
We are more than we could ever comprehend.
Categories:
adaption, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Pion
views and opinions
raised with resolution
and contribution to others around
surrounded with other powers and construction
enabled in transmission
construct what you believe and receive
adaption or rebuilding
contacts if aspects were chosen
through transformable attire
giving and aspire
mainframe
cp movement of doodoo
and excrement
lament the cause exhausted
time and reminiscing
tiger clouded
resonating
attribute
resolute chosen
vice rows
and choirs from Belgium
and redecisions and encryption of codes
rode through the years
olden fathers rewritten the religion of decisions
to react to other brothers
saving ourselves in time
Written tonuhalan /5/4/06/wed
Categories:
adaption, visionary,
Form:
Ballade
That he is old more the pity
His white hairs do witness it
If food, wine and beer be a fault
Then God help the wicked
But for a sweet Jack Falstaff
Kind Jack Falstaff
True Jack Falstaff
Valiant Jack Falstaff
Therefore more valiant
Being as he is old Jack Falstaff
Banish not him from your friendship
Banish plump Jack
Then banish all the world
My apologises to Shakespeare !
An adaption from Henry IV
Categories:
adaption, hopeold, old,
Form:
For Brian Strand's "Adaption" contest ... from A Heap O' Livin' by Edgar A. guest poem
entitled "Failures" - published 1916 -
'Tis better to win than lose
that we know is true.
But even when I lose
I know I still have you.
'Tis better to have a friend
than treasures in a pile.
Better not to be alone
with out your great big smile.
So come with me and take my hand,
we'll skip along the way.
And victory will be ours
each and every day.
Categories:
adaption, friendship
Form:
Rhyme
once came a man of civil tongue
spoke of another poet for what he has not done
tattered his name across the morning daily sun
depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none
since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun
Rufus Wilmot Griswold Mr editor got his gun
posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned
If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done
But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun
Tribute To Poe
Memoir Of The Author
Rufus Wilmot Griswold
Editor
Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Adaption Contest
Categories:
adaption, adventure, death, dedication, depression,
Form:
Monorhyme
I feel so much pain its starting to feel good , my soul will never tame , change i dont think i should, im not insane , its just conform i never Could, become another link in thd chain, no i never would, so why must others hate, for myself ive always stood, my spirit will never break no matter how much pressurez put, attleSt im not fake , stepping on anothers foot, i just wanna exprezs myself, not manipulate others beliefs, because thos bodies just a shell, something you cannot thieve, im hoping This is hell if not i dont know what to believe
Categories:
adaption, abuse, addiction,
Form:
Rhyme
I tried to battle with my grief.I battled many years. "Time is a healer i was told.to which I disbelieving replied "so does anyone know how much longer I got? Cos I ache allover and I can't sleep at night and I feel quite sick."
Time does not heal grief. As any insightful person will agree.loss is an ongoing adaption process.its about coping with the loss in the rest of life to come.as well as feeling hurt over the time that has gone.
things happen in life where the destination is not the key.the journey u take and what u learn are going to determine how strong you will become.
I have led quite a life so far, with loss being the running theme. for me at least I think this is true,that all the experiences I have had, have been a gift, that I was chosen for.
Categories:
adaption, truth,
Form:
Free verse