Best Aesthetically Poems
An oddly-shaped Thanksgiving bird:
quirky
turkey
What we call Grandma's mashed potatoes:
dreamy
creamy
How she adds volume to the main side dish:
fluffing
stuffing
What I always do first:
eat Gram's
sweet yams
Grandpa always slices the Thanksgiving turkey:
Harvest
carvist
Dad always brings a former Monkee's recipe:
Davey's
gravies
Aunt Natasha brings her vegan side dish:
Tash's
squashes
...as does cousin Reginald:
Reggie's
veggies
health-conscious Uncle Theodore is happy:
Ted eats
red beets
Cousin Jeannie brings her specialty:
teen Jean's
green beans
rustic Vern brings gourds from his farm:
bumpkin's
pumpkins
Great Aunt Esther sings an ode to the delicious greens:
salad
ballad
we all love her aesthetically arranged grains:
wild rice
styled nice
Brother Andrew provides chocolates for dessert:
Andy's
candies
Mom is always the last to finish eating:
savors
flavors
What I have after eating too much:
gummi
tummy
Written 20 November 2022
Categories:
aesthetically, family, thanksgiving day,
Form:
Footle
"Dead leaves lay still, even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decayed imperfection." Taken from a quote by _Constance La France
On an orbital rotation around our planet every day, nothing stays the same. We change our surroundings change, our thoughts change, constantly evolving into what we are and what we will be tomorrow.
Everything changes. Some things grow bigger or older, some are renewed, restored or replaced, some break or decay. Nothing stays exactly the same. Therefore we are never finished changing. As it was intended, or broken, still nothing is perfect forever. Regrettably Rolls Royce rust.
Aren’t you ashamed of me?”, said the pot with the crack.
“Every day you carry me, yet I only bring half the water back.”
The old woman replied. ”Didn’t you notice I carry you on the same side?
You do a great job and I always carry you with much pride.
You see every day, as I walk back you water each flower.
All these beautiful flowers are because of you."
Knowing a fault and making use of it, not alienating the item because of its fault but accentuating it, creates joy.
"When you were perfect, I loved you when you were not, I loved you more.”
The old woman kept the withered pressed bouquet, it’s in a box displayed on the shelf. From their wedding day, glorious red roses, now in decay. She smiles as she remembers its beauty and that of herself.
The flowers she kept, emphasizing their imperfections caused by age, give her joy.
She loved them when they were perfect, their beauty actually means more to her now that they are not perfect, as their remnants have lasted all these years.
All things must be looked upon as spiritually one and of use either aesthetically or practically, (or able to be recycled).
Categories:
aesthetically, beauty,
Form:
Narrative
(Even If You Are A Cat Person This Applies To You)
Dear Dogs,
When I say to move it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two dogs in the way.
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.
The other dishes are mine and contain my food.
Please note placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and my food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a race track.
Beating me to the bottom is not the object.
Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed.
I'm very sorry about this but do not think that I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort.
Look at videos of dogs sleeping. They can actually curl up into a ball.
It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out with tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but doggie sarcasm.
My compact discs are not miniature frisbees.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom.
If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open.
I must exit through the same door I entered.
In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years;
canine attendance is not mandatory.
Lastly, the proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs butt.
I cannot stress this enough.
It would be such a simple change for you.
With Love,
Mom
Categories:
aesthetically, funny, pets,
Form:
Blank verse
Winsome Wisteria
Eden open your arms to grace
Wisteria's soft petaled blooms
Draped stunningly about Spring’s face
In shades of lavender like plumes.
Your scent wafts heady in the breeze
When racemes descend from above.
Divine as the flowering trees
Your sight captures my heart with love.
Goddess Venus must be aware
Of the glory that you bestow.
Like dangling ringlets in Spring’s hair
Wind sprinkles your petals below.
When over the arbor you vine
I'm deeply moved by your presence
You loom aesthetically divine…
Transporting me with your pleasance.
8-11-16
Each one of us has His or Her own Flower of Attraction - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Rick Parise
Categories:
aesthetically, beauty, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
RAINMAN
What is art? Is a question, focus of much conjecture
And may be the subject of many an academic lecture
“If you has to ask, you ain’t got it” is a neat deflector
But “We know it when we see it” less flippant a reflector
And chremamorphism may clarify and serve as effector
Roles of fiction aesthetically please, in book, stage or film
But there are those who steer a life at their own helm
Write their story with such style and form that it may o’er-whelm
And we're moved, given joy by their being in reality's realm
There's one who's presence enhanced many a location
As he moved through spheres of news and education
With wit, style and verbal finesse played a role with elation
I laud him, known as 'Rainman' who’s performed such a part
That we perceive his life as a tangible work of art.
Thus he in his existence has embodied the aesthetic
You find me as the happy and willing perceptor
Of a life cast in a holy creator’s kiln
A divine and allegorical creation
That moves emotions such as to impart
A delight as of an experience poetic
25 March 2018
Minuanetta - Poetry Contest
Categories:
aesthetically, art,
Form:
Rhyme
If i were to write aesthetically pleasing
~eye candy poetry~
with seemingly empty calorie,
would it not still have artistic value?
I see your objection,
painting,
don't get your platinum colors in a bleach.
Your swimsuit issues are still a number one seller.
Your sell of body and lack of prose-
always a fashion trend,
"The Beautiful Ones".
Why don't you swing your cutesy panoramass
over here and...
Categories:
aesthetically, art,
Form:
Free verse
A Pet Peeve
By: Olivia Rodrigue
A smile that reeks desperation
A mascaraed eye batted intently
Your falsified figures and fancies
Undermine others of my generation
To think that a woman is only
Aesthetically valued and won
Is a peeve that’s been maddening many
But thought significant only by some
They bray at braless feminists
Thinking that these are the crazy few
Feminism means makeup-less monsters
That degrade men-as bitter shrews do
How can you laugh at oppression?
A word that history knows well
When minority rights and reactions
Have shaped how we act-what we sell
They painted the greats as extremists
They called activists nearly insane
But the genius among us would not bow
To the pressures that society named
Therefore I say bring on your follies
For the truth of the matter will be revealed
Though you peeve me with your ignorant statements
The injustice- once hidden -is unsealed
Categories:
aesthetically, future, gender, identity, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The prime objective of school dinners
Must have been to make them taste as awful as possible
Too runny or to thick
Aesthetically disgusting
And the result was they make you gag and sick.
The screwed up faces in the dining hall
Said it all
But you were made to eat it by our ever watchful
Captures
And had no choice at all.
The mashed potatoes were like cement
And I'd never seen green carrots before
The sausages must have been made of sawdust
Picked up off the floor.
The gravy was always full of lumps
The tea cakes fill of flies
Every term they'd be a few less of us
And it was rumoured that they'd be poisoned and died.
Desert was no better
The trifle was like a bowl of sick
The cookies were so hard they'd break your teeth
And you had to chip away at them with a pick.
Tapioca pudding we called it frog spawn
Or jellied eyes
I once put some in a teachers brief case
And when he opened it he got a big surprise.
It was like some dark scene from the movie
Oliver But no one ever asked for more
They were to busy being sick
Behind the toilet door'
Still as the saying goes, ''School days are the best days of our lives''.
Categories:
aesthetically, childhood, food, funny, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
The most elusive of all the big cats. A patient, intelligent, efficient
Hunter prowling and striking at prey with deadly intent and precision
Enigmatic. Adaptable. Strategic. Endangered. The...
Leopard, a wild cat native to the Serengeti Savannah and South Asia
Expert tree climber with sharp talons and searingly intense cognac eyes.
Opportunistic, nocturnal, powerful, aesthetically striking
Predator. A study in contradiction; simultaneously fierce and shy
Agile acrobat; quintessence of feline grace. A master of camouflage with
Rosettes on its fur and long tail. A ghost-like hunter, springing with
Deadly pounce. A loner. A stealth assassin
Your Favorite Animal In The Wild Poetry Contest/Winner(2nd Place)
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written and posted: 05/11/2018
Submitted on 12/10/2019 for...
Your Favorite Animal Poetry Contest /Winner(1st Place)
Sponsored by: Gregory Paul
Categories:
aesthetically, animal,
Form:
Acrostic
I'm slinging dope rhymes from grams to kilos at times.
Committing felony crimes weight of these lines.
My word's hold weights of digital scales an
impale compared to Harvard & Yale.
Life's fanatics dramatics of adicitts.
Here's to the intense & immense headrush
face turns blush feeling life’s plush.
Floods the veins straight to the brain
Releases the pain.
Takes the blame
Notoriety for the fame
Propensity of insane.
Life's game.
Double dynamics in aesthetics of life's
wicked minds provocative abstract crimes
unique designs provoking mind with twice
the rhymes.
Mesmerizing my life & time's provoking line's
commemorating provocative crazy mind’s
Bleeding & seeding impeding heart's
repeating & pleading succeeding
reading my rhymes.
Wicked Romancer an architect of accentuating
aesthetics in the architecture of aesthetically
pleasing rhymes.
I spit & bananas splits with chocolate sediments
appeasing & teasing.
Provocative minds with pockets full of tasty
rhymes the complexity of my tasty bits in lines.
Ambidextrous configurations accentuate
double dynamics of wicked rhymes a
philosophy of conjuring wicked mind's.
I Promote innovation without hesitation
or else the desecration of creation by strangulation.
Asphyxiation of dynamic creativity longevity of
exquisite multi-faceted wizardtrii & ageless
philosophy's streamlining ergonomics of unique mind's.
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Categories:
aesthetically, addiction, beautiful, character, hip
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
An instrument of beauty,
poetry is art at its best
with its verses of passion
penned with love
in assorted and variegated
metrical composition
with sublime and
aesthetically satisfying flow.
It is a creative exposition
that unfolds and enlightens
with enchanting constructs
the demonstrative and
effusive characterization
of language by utilizing,
promoting and bestowing
the nature and power of words.
Proclaiming ideas and ideals
of principled excellence
with creations anew
and history of old,
poetry exhibits an appetite
for knowledge and wisdom
and a profound propensity
for purposeful revelation
with an insatiable desire
for intimation and meaning
displayed with heartfelt emotion.
With its aspiration to show case
in magnificent scribal splendor,
poetry entices and compels
the artist and consumer
to explore and transcend
imagination and intrigue,
and solicit introspection
with unfathomable penetrating thought
that is calmed by grace and elegance.
Philosophical and spiritual,
entertaining and healing,
poetry commands laughter and tears
or sorrow and joy,
Its clamorous and powerful
phonologically expressive morphemes
can awaken and stir passion and romance
or summon logic and reason.
Poetry,
resplendent in wisdom,
captures love,
inspires hope,
provoke curiosity,
resonates drama,
evokes mystery,
uplifts spirits
and expresses grief.
So magnificent,
so powerful,
so wondrous
is the nature and
the majesty of poetry.
Categories:
aesthetically, education, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Modern landscaping amuses me no end
in mansions and cottages round the bend.
To folks who seem aesthetically cultured,
a well-mown lawn is still ill-manicured,
unless there are potteries strewn around,
cracked, skewed, partly sunken in the ground.
But pots breed bad skitters that fill your artery
with dengue through this silly pseudo-artistry.
So, next time you stare at your yard be wary:
Mosquitoes sting anyone dabbling in pottery.
Categories:
aesthetically, funny
Form:
Rhyme
By: Vicki Acquah
CAN YOU SEE WHAT I AM SAYING
WHEN I PAINT PICTURES
WIT MY TONGUE.
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THE
AESTHETICS OF MY HEART -
AS I DRAW FROM THE UGLY-
REALITIES OF OUR PHYSICAL
CONDITIONS
CAN YOU HEAR THE DEPTHS OF MY
WORDS ECHOING FROM
THE CHAMBERS OF MY CHI
WHEN GOD IS DISTRACTING
ME FROM MY EARTHLY BEING.
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND
THE LANGUAGE OF MY SOUL-
WHEN HES EXTRACTING-
THE BEAUTIFUL FROM ME.
Showing me what he wants
me to be see-ing
IF GOD is love,and love is purity
and purity is poetry
then poetry must be the yen-
and the yang- of the
universal language-
-of love Love is
God and God is all things.
Linguistic lyrics-
Tongues and languages -
Where Gods invokes and
meets mans soul
to move to feel
and then
inspire aesthetically
I am speaking of loves language,
poetry - Balancing us bards-
between many worlds
We clamor to get back to
chasing our own curious dreams-
Sometimes we do not want to fly
where other souls are soaring nor
record what the voiceless voices
are saying
But we are scribes we write-
speak -and we feel the
beautiful beings
and also feel the merciless
We write the yen
and the yang of
the beautiful--the fruitful-
SPIRITS SPEAK TO ME-
I am the heartbeat of poetry
and then I ask
"do you hear me-- And I ask do
"SEE what I am saying ?
I am God's personal
ergonomic metaphor -
ah me ?
Asking myself
"DID I SAY THAT"-
Where did that come from
I NEVER HAD A CLITOR-ECTOMY-
Categories:
aesthetically, beauty, god, me, god,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
On a hot summer day in the hills
I went underground searching for thrills
Fifty Eight degrees year around
In the darkness, enlightenment was found
Down here is where it all began
Unearthed bones of earlier man
A small stream is what's left of the ocean
Hands of time, run in slow motion
Crystalline icicle looking stalactites
Meet and greet, ever growing stalagmites
Multicolored water drips like rain
To formations of colors with no name
The albino blind salamander commands
Sun starved creatures on diamond dust sands
And drip stones silently grow
Resident bats freely come and go
Ever changing pillars support a vaulted ceiling
Convenient and aesthetically appealing
Father Time spins his potter's wheel
His masterpiece is patiently revealed
Occasionally Mother Earth gets jealous
Becomes a tad bit overzealous
Withholding minerals he needs
He chisels sandstone as he slowly breathes
I think to myself, how ironic
This old cave drinks a mineral tonic
In human vanity, it's time we fear
Hence the beauty of millions of years
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories:
aesthetically, adventure, beautiful, growth, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The inspiration, for this ode of ink,
Had on a skirt colored blue, green, and pink.
Energetic, with an engaging smile,
Rachel impressed me with her unique style.
Aesthetically sexy from head to toe,
Covered in black with a natural glow,
How could one not write Rachel such an ode,
Examined by walking poetic roads.
Lovely legs, like hers, walk along such lines
Quite well, for fishnet thighs that look quite fine.
Under such circumstances, odes should come
In the form of praise, that should come in sums.
Now, this ode, full of some obvious clues,
Names the inspiration of my new muse.
Categories:
aesthetically, dedication,
Form:
Sonnet