Best Appealed Poems
When Light needed a body to behold, and color to kiss,
as Darkness dreamnt to die in the dawn of depth,
when Soul lustered to lust for learning, and being learned,
as blood bespoke to bones for building a star of flesh,
when Time needed the umbrage of it's ubiquity to be understood,
the moment texture tempted touch to tease with a thousand sensations,
when laws of love sought a language to express the extremes of it's lips,
as romance rampaged through the ravishings of famished hearts,
when the seduction of sorrow made heros of loving men and women,
When Justice appealed to the instincts of intent for inscriptions of innocence,
as bravery found battle in basic questions of survival and conquest,
when war demanded a metaphor in the terror of it's diligent destruction,
as Faith found resolve in seconds small along with giant gestures,
Death singing melancholy for sympathy and Life haughty upon it's horizon,
when Angels chose to wear albatross of gold to feel the rue of rogues,
as the most perfect woman ambushed the ideals of rumored beauty,
when God wanted imagination to create immaculate reality
Poetry began, born in the instant of forever Art,
because, the only promise of a Poet, is Passion -
Dedicated to Poetry...J.A.B.
Categories:
appealed, beauty, creation, desire, love,
Form:
Ode
Life's valued treasures, I hold most dear,
the ones that dwell deep within my heart.
There's a special memory from younger days
that I will share with you, and fondly impart.
When I think as far back as I can, I remember,
there was only one special thing I ever wanted ~
A big white horse, with flowing mane and tail.
I rode him every night; in dreams, he haunted.
Christmas wishes never came true for me
because you see, my family was rather poor,
but on a December morning, when I was ten
there was a loud knock upon our door.
Dad looked at me and said, "I think it's for you."
He took my hand and gently guided me outside.
Before I saw the surprise, I heard a gentle neigh,
and stood in disbelief, my eyes opened wide.
I remember that I cried, but I couldn't speak.
When Dad lifted me to the leather saddle
I whispered "Thank you," and kissed his cheek.
I was sitting on my dream horse, legs astraddle.
No fancy dolls or dress up things appealed to me.
I had what my heart desired and named him Knight.
I told him all my secrets as we rode hills and fields,
mane and tail flowing, coat shining in the sunlight.
August 5th, 2020
Sponsor: Constance La France
Dusty Old Memories Poetry Contest
Categories:
appealed, childhood, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Football coach Bobby Bowden was never one to cuss
But refs make mistakes and coaches have a right to fuss
“St. Bowden” as he was lovingly called by players
Instilled moral values and hushed all the naysayers
He’d not take God’s name in vain, so he coined dadgumit
It became his trademark, might appear in his obit
If a ref made a bad call, he’d race onto the field
Never said God d*** it, when the ref’s call he appealed
"Dadgumitrefereeism" got his point across
The refs would shy away because Bobby was the boss
Sometimes calls were overturned since Bobby was revered
Short and stout in stature, but the refs still shook in fear
The “Saint” played with God on his side and the refs knew it
Dadgumitrefereeism didn't bother God a bit
Categories:
appealed, funny, sportsgod, god,
Form:
Couplet
At the time,
a princess made of ice
appealed to him.
She came across him gradually
on a nice day.
Her eyes
were palest blue,
looking steadfast, but not cross.
She came across him winningly
on a *n ice* day.
At the time,
he did not know her,
but she soon made up for that,
coming across as a princess-wife -
his love in ice pack.
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8/12/2015
Contest - Don't Fight It.....Write It!!
Sponsor - John lawless
1st place win
Categories:
appealed, cool, princess,
Form:
Verse
Ta'likra
was a most stubborn slave
He loved to rattle the chain
It was a sound of pure defiance
that echoed across the lush plantation terrain
Son of Antuk
had a pygmy burning bush spirit
He seethed silently
as the lashes dug deep into his back
The masters hoped the other slaves
would see this bloody spectacle and fear it,
thwarting any thoughts of a rebellious attack
He was beloved by the other slaves,
he had a will of burnished steel
He had a big heart, noble and brave,
his presence strengthened the weak and the ill
The European rulers had a troublesome dilemma:
If they killed Ta'likra, they would make him a martyr;
causing him to live still past his death,
stirring up angry African chants of unrest
And if they let him live,
he would continue to challenge their authority
Thus making it harder to rule over
the other slaves with complete fear and impunity
They struck a balance as to what they would do,
they would whip him daily, give him meager rations
Eventually break his spirit down to ashes
But that didn't work against this
four-foot-two mountain of a man
He was Pygmy,
he was a dark bush man
He was pure African,
borne upon the hot desert sand
He didn't fear death,
he didn't fear pain
Thrice bitten by the deadly viper,
he loved to rattle the chain
The masters, unable to break his spirit,
were perplexed and at wits end
When a wizened one with gnarled raised hand,
offered up a most enlightened plan
This old, white medicine man
appealed to Ta'likra in a peach grove
He said, where would the souls of the ancestors go,
if the tree of life isn't allowed to flourish and grow
The tender buds of the future will wither away,
and the great roots of your ancestors will die here today
Let us gather up the ancient leaves, my warrior friend,
and build a fire of peace
Let us pay homage to the holy ancient ones
with gifts of love and largesse
For as the stars will not always remain in the sky to stay,
the chains of slavery will be removed from your people one day
Ta'likra, the Pygmy prince,
peered into the blue eyes of the old man,
and thought deep on his sage sayings
Then he arose in dignified grace
and silently walked away
He never once rattled his chain again,
he kept his untamed rage locked in the cage within
Categories:
appealed, america, anger, black african
Form:
Epic
If you have a sleep disorder, I strongly advise that you have it checked
Apparently, if it is serious enough, it can even lead to death
Was diagnosed with very serious "sleep apnea" a while ago
The treatment, is extremely difficult to get used to
Ever try sleeping with two plastic thingies stuck up your nose
I guess I'll get used to it eventually
People that have been using a machine like this for years
Swear by it and tell me the results will be fantastic... like night and day
But I must be patient and persevere. It will take a little while to get used to
Really? Are you saying eventually I won't notice these thingies up my nose?
Maybe if I drug myself till I think I'm a fairy princess
Or a famous Shakespearean actor in tights
I'm willing to give it a shot! Oops! Sorry, lost my train of thought there
The thought of me prancing around as a fairy princess
Has always kind of appealed to me... oops!
I mean, as a Prince Charming
Now back to my sleep apnea, wish me luck
It's supposed to make me more rested, sweet and happy
SO GET OUT OF MY FACE TILL THEN YOU GUYS!
We must be patient, this is not going to happen overnight!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
appealed, health, drug,
Form:
Narrative
Love Story
Oh, how I remember days full of ardent cheer
Enamored in prospects of romance so sincere!
Believing love so precious would never end
Floating on emotions that eagerly befriend.
Despair then ravished my young tender heart
And all my aspirations suddenly blew apart.
He never told me what caused him to flee,
Walking out of my life without even telling me.
How gullible of me to believe untruths he said
Letting him seduce love, taking me for granted.
Gladly you found me when I was hopeless wreck,
As shattered dreams trailed a tragic heartbreak.
Now I adore how you hug me with gentle care,
Approaching me softly with a joy of teasing dare,
Loving me deeply like no one has ever before,
Embarking on a journey our love would explore.
Your loving hands hold me as if a delicate flower,
As you surrender tenderly like you wish to cower,
Whispering as a moth whirling breeze of fresh air,
Burning my flame eminently with a loving flare.
Then we travelled to vistas of kingdom unseen,
A paradise of enduring love fit for king and queen,
There I surrendered me as you fondly appealed
As union of our anxious desires eagerly fulfilled.
Now as you contemplate pending wedding bells
I'm desolate to admit what my wary heart foretells,
My sweet love I regret deeply how this will end
As I have fallen in love with your sexy best-friend.
First Place
November 3, 2017
Love Story
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
appealed, heartbreak, love, , sweet
Form:
Rhyme
Of all the sorrows that so govern her generous heart,
Her love is the most unfair thing breaks her apart;
In her life everything is already signed and sealed –
And she evermore solemnly griefs her soul appealed
To cheat, to relinquish, or to commit suicide and die
The death that shall liberate her of her perpetual cry.
Has providence deserted her, so unkindly in all facets of life
That she so feels old, unhappy and like a desperate housewife?
For alone she weeps, breathless with melancholy; her pouring tears
Desolate with bitterness, anger and incessant grief of discovered fears.
Her heart is weak, her soul is weaker –her life is a scornful jest;
No endless joy, or liberty of love (a nice little girl by love depressed.)
‘Tis hard to dissever when love & pity have been merged in dim,
When all that she wants is to love and to be fairly loved by him.
Categories:
appealed, grief,
Form:
Sonnet
So he began spinning her the most beautiful golden yarns
trying to dazzle and impress
none of anything he laid bare appealed to her
It was then he turned and said
he would create the wrath of Hell upon her cursing
each foul word striking
The emperor dashed at her
he felt beneath her
commanding his guards to put chains around her neck
they then threw her in the deep waters of the Tiber
The order was carried out to his very word
cast into the murky waters
God sent two angels to unfasten the anchor
took her straight to Heaven this gripped me with awe
how pure something beautiful is with love
She cries in our sorrow the joy of a rose
The emperor dragged her through the streets of Rome
shot at with a shower of arrows
I was dying she said her beautiful words
I fell into the sweetest sleep
she was cured when she awoke
the arrows turned and struck those that rained them down upon her
The emperor began calling her a magician
thinking to himself the actions of fire
would destroy this enchantment
that for me was a story of all stories
Heavenly spouse with He who placed the crown
of virginity upon your head
holding in His hand the palm of martyrdom
standing side by side with the elite in Heaven
She smiled this day when she appeared telling her story
entering into the glory was Friday
the third hour after midday
The very same hour
Our Divine Master expired
She is now a princess of Heaven forever shining loves light
filled with her beautiful colors
halo all dreams and hopes in loves prayer
Always love is a Heavenly mist of light
stripped to the bone forever shines golden bright
after writing this I went for a walk and for some reason the sun began brushing
warmly my face I could feel the deep gift of love stored deep inside
what a treasure to behold flowing through the veins warm glorious love
Pride was my downfall never saw the face hidden behind this mask
kissing humble I knelt at the lords feet
weeping begging his grace
I lost everything yet one smiles inside peace
darkness is just clouds within love always so pure when the light is complete
Categories:
appealed, angel, beautiful, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
When I smiled at you,
I worshiped you,
You responded with the same,
Because you knew…
Silently, I loved you softly,
But! I didn’t seize you once,
Love bounced reversely,
Tears shouted, entreating you.
Heart appealed to bear its beats,
Expected to reach thy spirit,
Guessed! Couldn’t draw to thy eyes,
Got you once, you left me once.
Trapped in spider-webs around,
Tried to drip out each emotion,
I felt for you.
Why was it too late?
Swear! I urged to god:
Was It right to act?
Brain and heart worked oppositely,
Unable to conclude it all
The one I admired was a fake.
Guts crushed into millions,
I consoled myself:
Someday, your essence will come.
I don’t wait for thy sign now,
To dig up thy sensations everyday
Get away from my mirror.
Let the doors of heart be closed!!!
I cried today.
Not because I missed you,
But I realized:
I am going to be alright without you…
A sweet heartbreaking poem:
Dedicated to whom who lost their world in love…
But don’t ever be disheartened because world is too vast.
By: Shrishty Shrivastava
“X” std
Categories:
appealed, loveworld, heart, heart,
Form:
Light Verse
KEEPING UP WITH THE DOW JONESES
These here are the indisputable facts
I was born on the right side of the tracks
WITH People who only smiled if their stocks or equity increased
If not they wouldn’t have minded becoming deceased
They had big cars, big bucks and big time class
With a million dollar house mortgaged up the a*s
Their children went to private schools in uniforms
With charming and well decorated dorms
I looked at their faces and wondered why I didn’t fit
That’s when the fire in my belly was originally lit
I had no desire to play with kids from private schools
Nor did I ever agree to obey by their rules
So one day I skipped over steel and these here are the facts
The people I found lived in tents, not even shanties or shacks
But they didn’t have to read Dow Jones in order to smile
And couldn’t care less about having Gucci type style
They smiled at things people ignore like little tykes at play
And somehow or other they AWOKE contented day after day
They had no stocks to watch fretfully fall or RESOUNDINGLY rise
And you could see the easiness in their gleaming eyes
That which I observed in them appealed to me a great deal
The wrong side people taught me how satisfied I could feel
They lived out of back-packs, antique cedar chests and sacks
So if you come a’looking for me I’ll be on the wrong side of the tracks
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
appealed, allegory, dedication, nostalgia, parody,
Form:
Quatrain
The word of discovery of gold in '49 in Californy raced across the nation!
Why, it was said you could fill a bushel basket full with little botheration!
This appealed to a young feller in Boston town named Clancy Wiggins,
Who forthwith trailed the sun west to help himself to his share of diggin's!
In them days to make the trek you had a choice of travelin' by land or sea.
He chose the sea carin' not a whit for wagon trains or tanglin' with Cherokee!
Clancy left his mom and dad, Spike his dog and Sarah Jane his fiancee,
Fixin' to strike it rich, return safe and sound to marry-up with her one day!
In March of '49 he boarded the ship Barnacle and sailed from the Boston quay.
'Twas cold and icy, the sea was rough, he was sea-sick, not a cheerful day.
They tacked to and fro and three months later transited perilous Cape Horn!
Four months later they reached San Francisco, both man and ship badly worn!
Clancy bounded off the ship anxious to head fer them thar hills and streams.
He bought the necessaries needed to accomplish his far-fetched dreams.
Includin' shovels, boots, jeans and grub as well as a sassy mule named Fred,
Plus pots and pans and a tent to 'batch' in to lower costs and overhead.
Fer nigh on a year he panned, dug and sluiced searchin' fer that pot of gold,
Sufferin' claim jumpers, cheatin' partners, floods, rain, snow and cold!
Now and then he'd pan some dust or a nugget, but didn't amount to much;
What he found he quickly blew on gamblin' whiskey, wimmin and such!
His venture didn't 'pan out' like them lying Californy hucksters said it might.
He sold Fred and his belongin's since his future as a miner didn't look bright.
Clancy left Boston with 21 bucks and left Californy with 18 bucks in his jeans.
It might be said that he didn't arrive back in Boston as a man of means!
Categories:
appealed, humorous, western,
Form:
Rhyme
Remember when we walked across the field
Leaves of autumn crunching beneath our feet
The color of the trees was what appealed
Maybe to be alone, our love complete
Those red and yellow leaves seen were replete
Holding hands in anticipation then
Once behind the growth hidden in the glen
Your kiss 'pon my lips set dogwoods ablaze
Long as memory holds visit again
When autumn's angular sun shines its rays
Contest: Dizain Poetry
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Date: October 28, 2022
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Theme: Nature combined with human nature
glen-noun- valley
replete-verb-completely fill
Categories:
appealed, environment, marriage,
Form:
Dizain
Jazz was born beneath a heap of rubble,
An abandoned stray, her life was a poem
The more she shivered, slunk and tried to hide
The more she appealed to my rescuing side.
It took lots of convincing to bring her home.
She was certainly worth all of the trouble.
Categories:
appealed, animal, dog,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I joined the crowd last night to watch
The local Christmas tree
As it officially got lit,
A lovely sight to see.
Although it’s not my holiday,
The festiveness appealed
And as the neighbors gathered ‘round,
That spirit was revealed.
A choir was accompanied
By instruments of brass
And caroled with enthusiasm
No one could surpass.
The park was filled with families,
Hot chocolate in the air,
And in the moonlight, everyone
Was happy to be there.
Categories:
appealed, appreciation, tree,
Form:
Rhyme