Best Additive Poems
Salt is the seasoning, the spice of life
The reason for giving out
Flavors to heal hurt
Herbs to relieve grief
Suggestions that fill minds
With hope, faith and love
Salt is the zest of giving
The tang that touches
Upon the heart’s feelings
The additive that suggests
We all need God’s healing
With the adoring light of living
Salt is the flavoring, the hint of
Hope that rises inside one
Who knows that love is there
Alive on the inside of the soul
Where the Holy Spirit lives
And guides us toward much more
Salt is the sense of truth
That beckons to our minds
Heavenly suggestions of joy
Inspiring the spirit to delight
In the wisdom of sending out
Laughter, smiles and gentleness
Salt is the aroma of tears and sunshine
The grasp of feeling inside one
Who knows that faith is alive
Providing a sense of assurance
Insight into the scriptural blessings
That thrive with pure inspiration
Salt is the touch of color pouring down
From the edge of the rainbow
From beginning to end, shades
Of pastel gentleness relieving souls
Of the sorrow, worry and fear
Sending love through that stunning arc
Salt is the essence of God’s breath
Sighing with the whisper of a caress
Gentle appreciation sent down to us
Who know that He lives and sends us
Quiet joy, hope, faith, serenity and more
To fill us up with unconditional love
Matthew 5:13 King James Version
13 Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men.
Salt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
February 25, 2021
Categories:
additive, blessing, christian, god, love,
Form:
Free verse
cognitive enhancement
energy Adderall
sideffects depression
solution Ritalin
additive A.D.D.
Note: this is a new style I am working on called a 3 X 2 (three by two), each line has two three-syllable words, any length with no punctuation.
Categories:
additive, drug, science,
Form:
Free verse
"The Heart Worn Lips"
She wore her heart on her lips as she spoke
the white owl sitting on one shoulder hooting wisdom
the black crow perched on the other hidden in shadow cawing dark things
the voice made moderate in the in-between
rolling out into the aether words like dice
flying to land like black-winged strokes on a wholesome alabaster page
the meaning captured more in the intonation
than the visual puzzle left wide open and waiting unexplained
for the taste of luck in the silent air, in circles the hungry eyes ever watching
the heart worn in flight
the lips stop speaking
the mind takes over
no sound
endomorphism rings
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Endomorphism rings always have additive and multiplicative identities, respectively the zero map and identity map."
“I can feel myself slowly fading from your mind.”
"Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom."
Categories:
additive, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Palma Christe Uses
Food additive and flavoring agent no wonder we get sick now
Mold inhibitor agree with this one mold could not survive in its presence
Ingredients in skin care products like lipstick_don't lick those lips so much
Part of the seed contains a potent toxin called ricin which is deadly poison
An infection lingered after doctor's visit
Momma said castor oil the solution
Grape flavored slime
Gag, gag, nausea
Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit
Cough, cough, cough
Diarrhea all night
Now two illnesses, upset stomach and snotty nose
Thank God no longer used as a medical treatment
How could anyone give poison to a person anyway
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: The Subject Listing Makes us
Written: May 06, 2014
Categories:
additive, beauty, food,
Form:
List
pitter patter acid rain waxing hi-gloss
smoky sky-scratching monster coup
fearless hue self-out stabbing acrylic nails'
bond to black market sale-deal rape
indian tears too few to cleanse
the polluted hearts under the stitch-held
stars of a blood-whipped flag
in you is a flood after drought
in you is a pestle fitting crucible
somewhere in your rash, there's a place called sensible
our common meeting place coming out
ten-speed riding sunshine girl smiling
wide and high as her cheeky-powdered rock-washed
shorts
cellular towering, nerve-shock stroking man
dodge-wrecking his impersonal laptop-orgy
maverick hopping additive, lasso-steroid
from steak-rustling warrior pinning-the-tail-on-
a-steel-wheel-heart when picking up metal armor
in you is a flood after drought
in you is a pestle fitting crucible
somewhere in your rash, there's a place called sensible
our common meeting place coming out
toro, taxi-driver
toro, weightless astronaut
toro, steaming sailor
it's all in us wear it's knot
Categories:
additive, confusion, imagination, introspection, political
Form:
Alliteration
There was a moment
in time and space no distance
can erase when she was standing
on an island in the middle
of Times Square, cars whirling around
from all directions, their Technicolor
taillights additive to Big Apple
illuminations, and she,
the conductor of this current
of motion and light thought she
was somewhere over the rainbow,
someplace called Manhattan,
imagined since 7 or 8 or 9 or 10,
a crystal country there, where
some dreams come true
for a small town girl, her byline,
a poet of a faraway island
of no skyline.
Categories:
additive, city,
Form:
Bio
An unusual thing,
The Perpendicular X,
Just a symbol to most,
Filled with meaning and fortitude.
It tells people in motion,
Judgment is protocol,
Logic and sense, if ignored,
Could lead to a quadrilateral stigma.
To humans in despair,
Hope and righteousness, it possesses,
True, only in the mystical sense,
We know society's smarter than that.
In the world of format,
It's used as additive,
Trying to make something larger than it really is,
Now, is this necessary?
The simple intersection of,
Two indefinite slashes,
Separates the dumb and the smart,
Unfortunately, also the devoted from the ignorant.
(7/84)
Categories:
additive, betrayal, conflict, confusion, faith,
Form:
Free verse
We lean in, like a sculptured work in progress,
enigmatic scent to kiss,
when suddenly,
the three inch wide orange rubber bands around our wrists,
pulled behind our backs,
spring us away from each other
at supersonic speed.
Hair flying in front of our faces, slipping through wind without weight...
Back to opposing sides of the world,
tethered to work, anxiety, bills, and the unavoidable
responsibilities of adulthood.
Immediately, I feel my ankles bulge
under the strain of stretching out to meet you again.
My skull is an arrow aimed at you
and I perspire indigence at what I leave behind.
There are no words big enough to explain what I know.
That you are on your other side of the world,
arrow-headed in my direction,
straining wrists in orange bands,
shoulders almost dislocated from the magnetism
that life injects into the scenario.
It will be years again before we meet, perhaps,
and yet, as long as I have the knowledge of our combined efforts,
I have the strength to push ahead, pain what may.
The air is still stained with our image where we barely kissed.
Holographic disturbance which no soul will pass through,
until the orange bands are stretched to cracking rubber, thread size,
and we breathe each other's air once again.
Patience is an additive in my blood, these days,
and I rarely allow myself to ponder,
that, in the mean time, in all this strain and wonder
on our opposing sides of the world, struggling to reach one another,
we must continue to live in the same house.
Categories:
additive, husband, life, love, passion,
Form:
Blank verse
A very clear saying,
Will come across,
Conveniently displaying,
The words to toss,
Be brave right now,
Have a strong sense,
Learn to endow,
A mechanism; defense.
To simplify an additive,
First attempt,
Pick an alternernative,
To past tense; exempt.
Not all plans recieve,
The credit wanted,
Don't get up and leave,
Or within will be haunted.
If a dream starts,
Bombarded from within,
Equipped with the right parts,
Leaving one choice to win.
The talent will show,
Don't fall away,
It's simple to know,
But hard to put into play.
You got it,
Run with it,
Be it,
And don't give up on it.
Categories:
additive, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Alliteration
Truth,in today's world,is a vexing word,
by what standard does the superior inferior discern?
is the notion,preconcieved,absurd,
or is it unjust,because of what we learn...
Convenient truth is subjective at best
more circumstantial than accidental,
objectively penetrating conflict to rest
massive testing of ensnared coincidental...
Can the verity remain a falsity
compounded by unverified knowledge,
only to further ahead a fallacy
compromised opportunity,bestowed to the privileged...
What mutual compact convened the truth
inclusively contained,exclusive it remains,
power to dictate how they chooseth
numbers and letters neatly arranged...
If the suffix "-th" is a third party additive
dressing what's true,as unattached favor
one truth versus another,explaining all expletives,
symbolic language enacting disclaimer...
Whom is superior,and whom is inferior?
what is the greater than quality,versus
the lesser than quality...
...consequential to why?
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verbatim ac litteratim
...vincit omnia veritas,
verbum sat sapientiest
magna est veritas et praevalebit...
word for word,and letter for letter
...truth conquers all things,
a word to the wise is sufficient
truth...is mighty and will prevail...
Categories:
additive, introspectiontruth,
Form:
Free verse
~ I swear!! your scent I just love.
It truly makes my soul sing.
There is no way to exactly explain it, it's as though our souls have meet before.
For your scent is so familiar, yet so new and renewing like the oceans breeze.
~ Your scent tugs on my hearts strings which plays the most beautiful melody that invokes tears of the sweetest joy.
You ask "If I make you cry , why do you stay?"
My response is simply this,
it's your scent,
it's intoxicating,
it's additive,
it's all encompassing,
and it burns my flesh with desires;
to my souls deepest regions.
~Your scent traps my soul in it's place and takes my heart hostage.
My mind it captures with that sweet smell of sandalwood and mango that escapes you...........
Shyne930, 2011
Categories:
additive, love,
Form:
Why does a rational endeavor,
Have both rational and irrational numbers?
Is zero into anything zero?
Or actually infinity instead?
What about zero divided by zero,
As an exception to the rule.
Is infinity into infinity just the inverse,
Of infinity squared?
Even the number one is an odd one.
One times anything is that thing.
Why not something else?
Since all the other times, times are additive.
Why do we even bother,
To end up where we started with the number one?
And speaking of starting,
Why not start counting whole numbers with zero,
Instead of number one?
Like we do with the decimals,
Saying point this or point that,
Making our point about the point.
All the way from point zero to point infinity,
Why not point out the point in whole numbers by counting one point zero, then two point zero,
then three point zero….etc.
Or are these ramblings of a mendacious mind just meddling with the veracity of math!
Categories:
additive, funny
Form:
Blank verse
Heart racing
Pulse raising
Soul Pounding
Blood rushing
At the the sight of you
I got lucky
To have you,
I’m so horny
Draw closer,
Cos I’m going crazy
Come lose me
My body wants yours
Need no other
I see only you,
Feeling to steal you,
For you’re so sweet
U need no additive
Loving you became an addiction
Never really tasted
Something naturally tasteful
As tasteful as you
Sweet memories,
Glad tidings,
Between us
Can’t forget
Your charming gestures
The way your eyes almost stripped me
Staring at me
Like you want me right now
Till my life’s through
Till I say goodbye
Till I’m forever gone
In my heart you’ll stay
Heartstrings pulling
Body banging
Lips quivering
Goose bumps all over
You’re just the answer
For,
You’re my perfect healing
Categories:
additive, cool, crush, cute love,
Form:
Romanticism
There’s the cold, rigidly unemotional gun,
Sleeping invitingly on the dresser.
Or there’s the blade, the shining killer of a blade,
Wanting to be the aggressor.
Or the arrow with the black deadly bow,
Hanging proudly in front of the bar.
Or the tasteless, deadly homemade poison additive,
Silently waiting in the jar.
But the best killer, the best stop, block, resist
And fight of your emotional crime?
It’s knowledge and understanding your own thoughts
In the solitude of your private mind.
Categories:
additive, mental illness,
Form:
Quatrain
Why does a rational endeavor,
Have both rational and irrational numbers?
Is zero into anything zero?
Or actually infinity instead?
What about zero divided by zero,
As an exception to the rule.
Is infinity into infinity just the inverse,
Of infinity squared?
Even the number one is an odd one.
One times anything is that thing.
Why not something else?
Since all the other times, times are additive.
Why do we even bother,
To end up where we started with the number one?
And speaking of starting,
Why not start counting whole numbers with zero,
Instead of number one?
Like we do with the decimals,
Saying point this or point that,
Making our point about the point.
All the way from point zero to point infinity,
Why not point out the point in whole numbers by counting one point zero, then two point
zero, then three point zero….etc.
I think perhaps my minor mind is meddling with the truth of math!
Categories:
additive, funny
Form: