Best Amasses Poems
another tower, rising up the skies,
a high terrasse, a night, a starry weather,
a caviar, a bird of paradise
for every towerer, a golden feather
on tux’s sleeve…
all of a sudden strike
of lightning in the pyramid of glasses,
shards! thunder! screams! crush in the dark! a spike
of panic, a lead cloud that amasses
new rage at arms’ length, furious wind gusts,
first drops of rain as bitter as the tears
that flush away ambitions, dares, lusts,
and hopes of the new babylon that nears
its end…
a soggy bird of paradise,
another tower, rising up the skies.
After The Party Poetry Contest
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Categories:
amasses, weather,
Form:
Sonnet
A train that’s ridden from birth to death
Picking up passengers along the way
Some people there as short as a breath
Others that are there almost every day
I watch as some people keep their distance
Tending to their personal needs
Attempts to connect, met with resistance
And so without them life proceeds
Family and friends add comfort to the ride
Sharing the adventure for a while
Friends depart, from the group they divide
Some with regret, others hostile
Passing from one train to another
Changing their chosen path
Taking the memories with each other
Connecting as though a telepath
Family leaves like they've been derailed
Their journey ends at their final stop
Their purpose is now completely unveiled
Remembered with every tear drop
The train picks up speed as time passes
Hurriedly approaching the destination
Achievement and loss slowly amasses
Working to live through compensation
It reaches the end, the train clears out
All your loose ends are tied up
Now the unknown fills you with doubt
As the end of the line creeps up
Categories:
amasses, family, journey, life, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
the good
The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
happy memories and joyous events,
the loves, and lifelong friendships
A cul-de-sac, though a dead end,
has a circular finish, a merry-go-round
that accumulates happiness as it spins
into a cloud of beauty and nature,
compassion, gods, and faith.
The breathless moments in life,
birth, newness, novelty, exuberance
in being, living, experiencing
laughter, butterflies, and springtime
within my soul, my gratitude.
the bad
The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
the pocks of the years that came
to leave their soured, sadistic truths.
So, like a cul-de-sac you may enter
but the exit is the same as you came.
A Ferris wheel, past the highs and lows
of lost hopes, of murky dreams that end
with more questions than I will answer…
A dead end with death as the prize
for endless dreary days and noxious nights
of sorrow, sadness, misery, and grief
with no hope, no desire, no ambition
faith gone and forgone, abortive.
the ugly
The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
the sear of anger and revenge
spiraling apocalyptically.
The cul-de-sac where giant wind turbines
turn and churn and gnaw at my insides
generating incompressible turbulence
that amasses until it ruptures, spewing
rage and outrage that I will honor…
In and out, inescapable, dead
like my heart, my soul black as coal,
seeking retribution for perceived
wrongs against me, ill-timed and
sanguinary persecution.
Categories:
amasses, anger, dark, hate, life,
Form:
Free verse
It was a winter morning, last November
I recall my journey from my treasured frames
of amasses, titters and acts.
She was in an intermediate between red and blue
and her eyes pored out from all realisms
with a smile unnoticed on her face
Yet she burst forth with glory of her own platonisms.
Who so ever knew what she was questioning
But the forbearance that glistered
My heart answered for once
She wants to be the female monarch of her own world.
It was my keen ballet from core of my heart
her arrival was greeted with a rousing fanfare
I ruminated my own euphony
whether I'm being enamored or was it a desire.
I arrogated myself for a rime to perorate
I expected somehow to discover a woman who would love me
and embellished some oneirisms in my heart
A feeling that I was afraid of but then it seemed like am living for once.
Note: Dedicated to my Love, Piyali Shome
Categories:
amasses, dedication, faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
Beneath the valley, a story amasses
A long song of days of old
Of a lad and his lady
And their love so un-tamely and her eyes that sparkled of gold
She led him towards the sycamore tree where they pledged their love for eternity.
Little did he did know; to no one would she behold, for twas her time to go
There once was a blacksmith
A rundown old hag smith
Out of work with no place to go
He heard a tale of a maiden so fair and so the story goes
And so he did go to get her for a magic did possess her
Or so he thought would change his sorrow to gold
He begged and he pleaded but none of them she had heeded and said pray please do let me go.
For what you seek I have not, its folly that you've sought and a quest to ending road.
In his anger, he did smite her and as her life left her turned the old man to stone
Along came poor Romeo too late to save his love he knows,
Kneeling with this face in the dirt.
Saying lover o lover why must I suffer,
This curse of being alone
Lover o lover never will I love another
And the warmth of his heart began to slowly cold
But before he had spoken her eyes surely did open
For deep magic in her grew
and smite him she did
mistaking him for him,
for no love in his heart for her could be found.
Categories:
amasses, death, love,
Form:
Epyllion
This poem was written to include three or more words of the seven out of favor words from use at the CDC as a part of a flood of art and language and truth, in hard copy and solidarity.
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In our world where the vulnerable suffer
and entitlement amasses to a proud few,
evidence and science-based approaches are insufficient
when alternative reality is deemed true.
We know that the key to change is our diversity
despite the perversity of the persistent right crew.
Our collective consciousness voiced
is our only choice
to unravel and recreate new
policy by the people and for the people
who look like me and you.
Categories:
amasses, abortion, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
Open Word Classes
In language there are classes, we are told,
Of words both new and old.
Nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs too,
And among them, open word classes few.
Nouns, the names of things and beings,
Verbs, actions that give them meanings.
Adjectives, describing how things are,
Adverbs, telling when and where they occur.
But in the open classes, there is more,
Words that keep growing, like an open door.
Interjections, expressing emotion pure,
Conjunctions, connecting clauses sure.
Prepositions, showing position and relation,
And articles, signaling a specific sensation.
These open classes, ever-changing and free,
Reflect the dynamism of language, you see.
For new words can be added with ease,
As culture and technology shift and tease.
And though rules and structure remain,
Open classes expand, our language domain.
So let us celebrate the open word classes,
For they reflect how language amasses.
A rich and diverse range of expression,
For us to use in endless succession.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
Categories:
amasses, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Didactic
Since time immemorial, strangely the humanity
Has muddled the issue, that is alive even today
Superimposing material affluence on lasting joy
And run after things which but offer fleeting joy.
Wealth has become a sine qua non for happiness
Hence everyone is busy building-up possessions
The more one assembles material conveniences
Which are but great hindrances to enduring bliss.
It is the estimation of happiness in others’ eyes
That drives man to hurry accumulating luxuries
And even when he amasses affluence substantial
One finds him miserable, which is inexplicable.
Thus humans ensnared by chimeras of capital
Certainly do not value abiding joy wonderful
This great confusion is a product of ignorance
That jams judgment between the fake and real.
Categories:
amasses, confusion, humanity, humorous, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I came to interview for a job,
instead I got a casket.
The dead peasant investment,
if I die I'll make them rich.
Toiling and slaving at minimum wage,
the cage,
...that can't pay a single bill,
just amasses debt and waits to kill.
If I die I'll make them rich.
The casket that waits,
becomes the itch...
...that saps my dignity.
I take abuse, I skip my meals;
what little I have, I feed my kids-
...but fatigue sets in anyway.
I can't get sick, I can't get hurt,
...they'll take my pension,
my pants, my shirt...
...they'll throw my gravestone-
in the dump...
...I'm their slave now,
If I die I'll make them rich.
My kids will starve but they'll get theirs.
My family can sue but no one cares,
I signed the dotted line...
...now I'm their bottom line.
If I die I'll make them rich.
Categories:
amasses, death
Form:
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Giver.
Misery to every slanderer and defamer
Who amasses wealth and assesses it regular
They think their wealth will remain with them forever
Rather they will undoubtedly be hurled into the crushing disaster
And how will you realize what’s the crushing disaster?
It’s a fire kindled by God the Punisher
That rises above the heart of the sinners
There they will be caged forever
Around them will be extended pillars.
Categories:
amasses, religionallah, allah,
Form:
Free verse
the sus is only an average sized star
but it amasses the earth 330,000 times greater by far
the sun with it's dymanic energy is approximately
93 million miles from earth
but from it's energy on a sunny day
it's heat can blister the skin for what it's worth
only about one billionth of the sun's energy
strikes the earth
this is only a small percentage of the sun's power hour after hour
who do you think is the creator of the sun
the Alpha, the Omega, the only one
the credit can not go to evolution
that's no the maker or the solution
let me break this down have no fear
if one could hold the sun's power for one second
it could still provide usage for the next 9 million years
just one more thing that I have to say
suppose the sun were to stop providing energy today
it would take another 50 billion years before it affected the earth in any way
so all of you who believe in the theory of evolution
just read your Bible you'll find the solution
Categories:
amasses, hope, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
What is justice to those who are not apart of society?
I say this with a clear mind with no need for a test of sobriety
A society works by each have a need
An agreement is formed by each willing to feed
In their own way to make us whole
For our survival is our main goal
What happens when society no longer needs someone?
When they are looked upon and not regarded as a daughter or son?
Then what is justice to the homeless?
No property, forever known as the throne-less
Scrapping over scraps, neglected to be fed
Left on the side of the road for dead
What is justice to them, when no one will speak
When even the best handout will last only a week?
What happens when one no longer needs society?
When one amasses such a wealth, that they no longer live piously?
When ones authority is defined by ones superiority
Towards a society that becomes the beggar for ones generosity
Deplorable acts have no weight, no more than choosing food on a plate
Because society demonstrates it cares more about its fate
What is justice to them? Who can bend a nation at a whim?
When death cost pocket change even when its on film?
Now what happens when one no longer needs or is needed
A clean divorce with no kids to be mistreated
Off into the wilderness to find for ones self
When once riches ultimately come from ones health
There is no police to call, no one to judge
No one around to even hold a grudge
What is justice to him?, the savage in the land of plenty
Who watches us in our system shackled to a penny
Categories:
amasses, poetry, political, poverty, power,
Form:
Rhyme
Eloquence of speech does not garner satisfaction
being verbose, at most, only proves to show ones higher learning
but to have a higher yearning for something thats burning
inside with a rage that cant be circumvented
its unrelenting
the way at which it eats and devours your soul
vanity... the devil's favorite sin
vanity is in
says he
so they buy up all the shiny things
and flaunt their belongings
puffing their chests like a rooster
but speaking out like a weakling
Superficial they say
but i like nice things says he
I have a PHD and I earned everything
so allow me to dwell in my things...
You may be able to swoon the masses
with words so beautiful that it amasses
and wells up a feeling so profound
that even the meanest tigers of Africa are soothed by your words
but without zeal and works your words
are as empty as your home and your heart
Wordly possessions come and go
the number of lovers is not flattering
its degrading
engraving in you a mark
that's hard to wash off
hard to lose
hard to leave
hard to breathe
choking out your last breath
until the stars become black spots
and the vision becomes blurry
but surely you were warned by mother
when you were a child that vanity would do you no good
poor thing... now you are alone
gone
sad
lost
depressed
repressed
and at the end of the road
when you feel that all is gone and you are done
He comes and no longer are you alone
extending a hand for you to take
a decision for you to make
to quit
get up and stand
and then start your journey anew
with the mindset of humility and candidness
denouncing supercilious matters
annoncing the new message, the new gospel
in the new temple...
not adorned with priceless jewels and rubies
but rather lambskin with simplicity
its merely that which cures superficiality
Categories:
amasses, life,
Form:
Urge...!
There lay behind every act, 'an urge'-
from the 'conscious' or the 'unconscious';
former an urge that churns life,
the latter - amasses and continues!
Profound thirst for life - to live,
seeks to quench from one's own!
Visible end apparent - is to blossom,
and flourish - in furtherance sworn!
That beyond mind, body, intellect -
the quintessential of quintessence!
The very root for creations galore,
and the very essence of essence.
'Thinking' thought some thoughts,
brought forth the imbibed trait;
inertia, energy and one with law,
a mix of which, man set-off his gait!
Note, one's up is another's down,
right on the surface of this rock;
and one's right is another's left
realising which even you will mock!
Pivot on urge within and ponder,
what prompted it - ought to wonder!
Are names and forms from the mind,
or 'that' something beyond yonder?
Spare a thought for 'urge' to urge,
and the one that prompts the surge;
stay with that in all your thought,
and find thy Self when it merge!
Introspection within is all it takes,
to reach out for questions it rakes!
Extricate from the motley maze,
and reach beyond time and space.
Categories:
amasses, allusion, introspection, mystery, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The herd amasses together
The numbers provide the semblance of societal norms
It's a collective value system called conformity
Like bees to a bee hive - they swarm
Non-compliance is unacceptable
The fear of alienation is what drives the herd
The outsiders are entitled to their opinion
Yet crucified for their words
They are self-professed social warriors
With superior morals, values, and beliefs
They project - true virtue
Living a life of victimization filled with childish griefs
Self-righteousness becomes their identity
No one is excluded from their attack
Like a snake that eats its own tale
We all lose something we can never get back
Conformity - presented as collective value
Exhausted - we accept uncritically
The line between fact and fiction
Becomes a complete absurdity
“Herd morality is a powerful beast, with the force of the majority behind it.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
Categories:
amasses, america, cancer, change, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme