Best Analyzes Poems
Insomnia turns my heart young again
Tossing and turning, I wonder where I am
Unaware of what restlessness brings
"What do I want?!!" I call out to it and rethink
The child in me awakens to remind me
When my roads cross a world with a spark
That lives hither and carries secrets of another
That speaks of Lincoln and Bose alike
That loves Sanskrit and French alike
That sings Del Rey and Kishore alike
That reads Coelho and Kalidas alike
That pursues Vivekananda and Socrates alike
That pictures Whitman and Tagore alike
That analyzes Schrodinger and Raman alike
That follows Christ and Shiva alike
That lives frequencies and poetry alike
That travels to Darjeeling and Prague alike
That lives under stars and blankets alike
That walks on deserts and oceans alike
That dances on passion and romance alike
That burns with fire and desire alike
That believes in Science and Magic alike
That knows love and oneself alike
That covers journeys and conquests alike
That spark, yes that spark, is what makes my heart skip a beat
And takes me to dreams and hopes again every night.
May 14, 2020
BRIAN'S CHOICE C,any form,any theme
Winner: Honorable Mention
Categories:
analyzes, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
He walks this earth, is cunning and sly.
Corrupting man his thoughts as time goes by.
Treacherous he has legions of followers to hurt and maim.
Bringing sorrows, terror, chaos, this is his agenda and his aim.
Angry for being cast from the heavens.
This mighty transgressor has legions that follow him with reverence.
Now he knows his time on this planet is short.
So he has stepped up his attack, horrors in every nation and every seaport.
His exalting himself as God, he is the master of sin.
In his arrogance he trashes man he knows he can’t ever win.
As evil incarnate he wants to take as many souls he can to the eternal pit.
Will you in the final analyzes give your loyalty to him and suffer immensely because of it?
Our nation like Rome has been transgressing against the Lord, against His laws.
Our Father sees, knows all and His wrath will soon be a heavy thorn in this nations craw.
A leader in exporting triple X rated films, we continue to throw it in our Father’s face.
This is the devil world for now, a deadly virus to the nations, a death march for the whole human race.
See Brethren what is going on the Holy Bible tell us this to be so.
Repent, turn to God, He will make your body whole, and He’ll always be with you.
Teach your children the ways of the Father teach them love, forget the master transgressor.
Let the one true God guide you in His loving ways, He will nurture you in His Spiritual Kingdom forever.
Categories:
analyzes, faith, family, jesus, teacher,
Form:
Rhyme
What a wonder! Nothing was written! Absolutely free!
Bee, sea, tree - I can create whatever I want to see.
Receptively blank as the almighty designed it well,
It can in each sketch His miraculous mysteries spell...!
Tabula rasa, John Locke calls it - no readymade concepts,
Like nectar in a flower, facts fill in all its contents;
The environment like my mother nurses my actions,
My caring and rearing enable all my attractions...!
I am like a natural child, devoid of compulsions,
My growing intelligence expulses all convulsions;
The Blank Slate - nature's hardware - analyzes all awareness,
My contemplations - software - set them rightly in fairness...!!!
06 February 2023
Categories:
analyzes, humanity, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
A none Writing Day
The freedom of not writing anything is an illusion
today I will just sit there and listen to the news
Turkey is having problem and it has nothing to do
with me although a poet friend of mine Erken may
be upset several police officers killed perhaps one
of them was her son and I can`t send flowers in
case it is not so. I only like Portugal in the winter
when it is cold enough to put an extra jumper on
when sitting indoors....that were the days.
What do I know? Perhaps Erken is a Russian spy
who speaks five languages perfectly without fluffing
neither a line nor breaking the wind when talking to the pope.
Knows the sewers of Istanbul like the street going home
and analyzes the **** falling from the American embassy
When it is discovered that the US envoy suffer from
diabetes she will be promoted by Putin.
Categories:
analyzes, adventure, america, depression, giggle,
Form:
Sonnet
The only thought in God’s head is
Being.
Existence
is the choice that Free Will made.
To be and know necessitates “seeing,”
and seeing requires
both light and shade.
The fractal fabric of ontology –
endless Mandela of lights and darks
that likens micro to cosmology,
the music of spheres
to the spin of quarks –
reflects upon itself at every scale
and mirrors
“the world in a grain of sand,”
analyzes the ocean in a pail
and makes us want to learn
and understand,
since,
due to Creation’s consistency,
we are not lost in random irony.
Categories:
analyzes, philosophy
Form:
Sonnet
The outer world
Analyzes
The inner world
Enlightens
The outer world
Socializes
The inner world
Awakens.
The 'outside in'
The 'inside out'
Must met
Must mate
Must melt down
To be the very one
That provides
Calcium to our bones
Love to our heart
Wings to our imagination
Melody
To our life symphony.
Categories:
analyzes, education, hope, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
His hands traveled over my body
Like a blind man learning the lay of the land of my bodied brail world
His breath,
SO intoxicating.........brings forth springs of truth
Disconnected words, but admissions of truth.
Like... I. ummmmm.. just. Not normally like this..
youuuu...
you make meeeeee flustered
but... I like it
My
Sentences,……………………words………and…. Thoughts…………………chyeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Face
Flushing
With
My animal desires
To lose myself
Surrender it to the moment because the moment
Where you are kissing my neck getting my legs all tangled in yours our hearts
Rapidly beating through our thin layers of t-shirts
has me completly gone
and when I say gone I mean far past jupiter a thousand galaxies away laying in a cloud of bunnies.
he
his tongue
Down my
Neck and…………………………….
There
I
Go a thousand miles away from where my critical thinking part of my brain ANALYZES
LUSTFUL SYNTHESIS.
i know i am
Losing
my common sense
Sighs of happiness
Higher than any hard hit of Marijuana
Ughhhhhhhhh chyeaaaaaaaaaaaa
toes
so numb
Feeling lie I am hovering over top of my bed in ecstasy
INSTEAD I am laying here hours later alone in the dark typing suprisingly happy romantic poetry.
Since when did the poetess write a happy romantic piece for her poetry...
his cologne
sits on my skin. He is the sweetest sin
I would drink his kisses over and over again.
beause my mind is lost again.. taken by the tide
I am swept away again...
Drawn into his arms like the alternating parts of a magnet
I move to him Like the constant pull of the moon to the tide
My chest rises
And falls
as I take deep breathes of
happiness in
it has been so long my lungs have only been lifted
by my lonely chagrin
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm my Heart rate is
Dropping rapidly
my shoulders so tense before now sink into the fabric of his Vista Crusier
like playdough left out in the sun
He is pleasure in the form of a human
AND FOR ONCE TONIGHT
he has me at a loss for words
Categories:
analyzes, art, introspection, liferomantic, happy,
Form:
A man ready to propose to his girlfriend, on Christmas Eve taking a walk through the icy park acknowledge and analyzes the snow and the love of his acknowledge.
Beautiful snow repeatedly never seem to amaze my inner conscious by those curious eyes invading more than a glance. I look at your small boots printed in the snow as I follow them.As you already know that I will follow you to the end of earth. A snowflake falling mischievously out of curiosity may land cautiously with love yet daring to defy against the wrath of nature that wouldn't stop me to follow milady.I devote myself to the ground you walk on, in all honesty, you may as well have landed on my heart for I felt the impact. I yet to relinquish more than your boot announcing thy arrival s there isn't enough land where I wouldn't follow you for I am your winter love. I will walk a thousand miles after your footprints in this beautiful s, now again and again, forever I follow thee willingly with nothing but my undying love Merry Christmas I meant "Will you marry me?" as he gets on one knee in the snow waiting for evolution
Categories:
analyzes, appreciation, beauty, care, character,
Form:
Sonnet
Dressed in spike shoes
And summer whites
He steps onto the manicured fairway
Heart in the game and focused
Toting proudly a new bag
With left-handed custom
Putters drivers and irons
Glistening in the sun
Studying every curvature of the lawn
He carefully analyzes distances
Sandy bunkers and water hazards
Pulling out the perfect driver
Defending his championship title
His tournament life on the line
Practicing the swing in his mind
Like he’s done a million times
Stepping up to the tee
A prayer under breath
Positioning the ball just so
There it is the perfect swing
In control of every motion
Everyone follows the flight of the ball
Towards the flag fluttering in the breeze
Kerplunk right in the victory cup
A hole in one !!
Crowd roars and there it is
The jubilant victory dance
And a kiss for that lucky driver
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.1~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2022
Submitted on June 6, 2019 for contest DRIVER OF VICTORY sponsored by JULIA WARD - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
analyzes, games, golf, pride, sports,
Form:
Verse
The first lesson learned from a Chihuahua
was that I must please God at all cost.
I had no idea there would be a second lesson.
This time the Chihuahua was not talking by
barking.
The master has two areas they allow him to freely
roam, and the other areas are off limits. Gates
are installed in each area. But like we often say,
"Boys will be boys". Well, it's also true that 'dogs
will be dogs'. In other words, they will break rules
whenever they can.
On the same day of my first lesson, there was yet
another lesson from the Chihuahua. I observed him
attempting to leap over the gate in his master's
bedroom. He leaped once and then twice before he sat
for a while and began to analyze the gate, its size
and height. He was focusing on the relativity of his
leaping ability to the dimensions of the gate. He leaped
again, but failed. The Chihuahua soon learned that his
master was smarter than he and decided to stay put.
Yet again, God spoke to me through a Chihuahua by way
of his leaping legs. The message was crystal clear.
Just like the Chihuahua keeps trying to leap over
the gate and fails, but keeps trying. Just like
the Chihuahua who pauses, ceases, analyzes, scans
the dimensions, gathers data; and once again, takes
a giant leap and fails, but keeps trying. In like
manner, I must keep listening, looking, focusing.
I must not worry about winning and losing, about
success or failure. I must trust, and when I sense
that the timing is right, take the giant leap, even
if the conventional wisdom and data say that I will
never clear that gate.
How do you like that? There I was engaged in the
business of cleaning a client's home who had a
Chihuahua who speaks to humans by barking and
leaping. Who would have thunk it? What will
God think of next?
Written030708;PosttoPS091422
Categories:
analyzes, dog, god,
Form:
Narrative
Attackers plant malware on computer via a USB drive or SD card
Drone flies outside window with computer & analyzes the blinking LED lights
Lights create a Morse code-like pattern that can be translated into data
Experts suggests a method to disconnect fragile computers from the web
There were many and they were neatly stacked
inside my suave computer that once was hacked
when it came to content well, I know they lacked
but if I had a stick, at least they would be backed
When it came to poetry well, I was the cat's meow
but when it came to computers I could not avow
each poem contained I little bit of sweet endow
One day I lost it all my friend, nearly had a cow
The poems I almost wrote still sit inside my head
but I know those sneaky hackers, use power led
so now I hide my led lights and keep it all unsaid
each word still lives in me, my poetry isn't dead.
Oct 7,2022
Categories:
analyzes, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Quatrain
Trust is something that is
Non tangible
Loyalty is something that is
Accumulated
Be careful who you associate yourself with
What am I talking about?
The core ingredients of
A relationship
Admitting it,
Integrity is something that represents
You
Principles is something that analyzes
Yourself
Be careful on how you learn from your mistakes
What am I talking about?
The factors of building
Oneself
Digesting it,
Love is something that is
Felt
Friendship is something that is
Worked on
Be careful on who you let in
What am I talking about?
The foundation of
Togetherness
Acknowledging it
Categories:
analyzes, adventure, africa, appreciation, character,
Form:
Free verse
She writes
To keep her conscience clear.
To capture every floating thought, feeling, and idea.
She analyzes
To find something more complex out of simplicity.
To take something right and find its wrong.
She listens
To lyrics that make her think.
To music that keeps her sane.
She guards
Her heart from feeling greatful pain.
To keep her safe.
She smiles
At life's wonderful imperfections,
Seeing the joy and happiness in something that is unique.
Finally
She lives
Gracefully yet a little turbulent.
Fearfully yet carefree.
She is who she is.
She is me.
Categories:
analyzes, life
Form:
Free verse
It is a poet who sings
It's a writer who tells
His stories.
It is an author who expresses himself
He is a speaker of the highest esteems
Who review the sad memoirs.
He is a brave man who externalizes himself
It is a poet who analyzes
Actions, fictions and facts.
It's a brother who fights
It's a soldier in the middle of a proxy war
Who preaches harmony, love and peace.
Copyright © May 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
analyzes, bullying, farewell, funeral, love,
Form:
Free verse
The world’s shadows abroad behind men,
Launching quenched purified soles
To find the love of god beyond our control.
It’s the price you pay when it takes a toll
A man analyzes defeat by his mistakes
Then nails them to a stake.
Break away the barrier between good and bad,
Then shatter any loving emotion had.
A heart saddened is ripped apart at the seams,
But continues to broaden within dreams.
Satan wins the bind fool,
Forever bound within a bind for a duel.
Witch a sword can only sever
This word we call forever.
Holding tears,
Erase the fear beyond space encased,
Break free for the love you yearn to embrace.
Up in arms he devours,
And these become our final hours.
Blood spill showers as lustful love sours,
The mighty cower behind the weak that still seek,
What’s left in the towers?
This is god’s almighty power.
Turn the other cheek or burn.
For what mankind yearns in return.
Look around the bounded black walls of fault,
We must come to a halt.
In the surrounded attack that calls the stabbing back
Our existence must somehow lack.
The jabbing pierce eats so fiercely sin.
Where have our soles been?
Many histories descend,
We can’t win.
Just how much conniving can defend the blistered heart in?
Death drowning from the start.
What’s to gain?
All pain that shame the wrenched gone lame.
I refuse to play the game.
You can’t defuse the ashes after the explosion came.
No one can ever be tamed.
No one can ever be the same.
Categories:
analyzes, art, confusion, imagination, life,
Form: