Best Appealing Poems
For whom the bell tolls
this vibrato of iron
an ancient message
steeped in holy tradition
hostilities at an end.
entered Line Gauthier Bite size
poetry contest. 3/8/2022
A lemony drink that is mellow
Alcohol sugar zest yellow
Unlike its fruit tree
It's said with a long e
In Sorrento they make limoncello
I witness both
The emergence of silence
And, its dilution in action
I go to sea side
After tide, I feel
The shore is gripped by silence
Often I noticed for a few minutes
Silence grips the street
After a dead body is carried for cremation
You know
Each time I try to draw an image of silence
I fail
As in you, I find something more appealing
A bundle of action…
There was a time when I was hopeful
When the world seems to be a place joyful
Living this life was very delightful
Inspite of the illness that was so painful
I fooled myself to believing that I'm wanted
When the truth is I am not really needed
I told her what I wanted and begged and pleaded
She declined and now to be dead is what I want instead
A morbid loneliness now tears at my soul
Oh help me God but I am no longer whole
I can't have back the woman fate stole
My world is now as black as coal
I now feel like I can no longer stand the pain
In purgatory my soul will always remain
In fighting for life I now have nothing to gain
Forever my heart will be singing a sad refrain
It turned to be wrong all the things I was believing
It wasn't true the things my soul had been perceiving
I now know that I am really in truth nothing
Knowing this in my heart makes death seem so appealing
Amidst this world composed of zeroes and ones, one may find nothing but fake feelings.
When in doubt, look for reason, when lost and don't know where reason is, seek for the looking glass. For it does not lie.
When convinced that out there are that special someone waiting for you, find yourself in the inverted world and get, yet, another glimpse of why this is not what shall be.
Look closely, think deep, understand, the pleasures of this life are not for your taking.
When you fathom this, you will find some peace, then, the strenght to do what must be done.
When a tree is dead, it must be cut down.
Seek the looking glass, for it does not lie, and spy what others see and you forget and deny,
while being fooled by the beauty of the butterflies, about how they shimmer and how the glimmer before those sad eyes,
within this fake world of zeroes and ones of faked and forced feelings.
I must repeat, so you must not forget.
The lies, the tales of deceive, all found at the tips of fingers and tongues will put you astray, just remember the looking glass, the reflection showing of why they lie...
But fear not, for the best is yet to come, and it is when your husk find its demise.
The confort you desire lies on the other side.
When you be fed of what you choose to believe its not faked, ye shall find me there.
Of chains and blood free, for it is the life and, also, the roots of suffering, as a shade, I must wait for you there.
Until the roads become dust, I shall wait for you there, for here I have noone.
I cannot find my contest poem
(It would have been a first place winner)
Alas, my first thoughts I cannot show em!
I scrawled down notes when preparing dinner -
perchance they fell in Tiddles litter tray
as my loose leaf pad is so much thinner.
If I locate my lines by contest day
I’ll appeal to our sponsor named Nina
then swap my poem, to that which went astray
But what if Nina starts acting meaner
because I tried to bend her strict rules -
my contest wins will be so much leaner...
Only time will tell if rules are for fools!
Quirky Tercets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
4/29/30
So intriguing
You're appealing
To much beauty in
One so seductive aah yes
A loveliness tie me
With lovely laces like you do.
I am over flowing with
Excitement
My senses are keen this
Sugar is mean to sweet,
To sweet I've never tasted
A sexy something steals my
HEART attack gracefully.
Nells has no idea how appealing she is.
Not caring about her appearance like other girls.
She throws on a tribal cat suit and lies in a plastic lounger
Reading a stack of scientific journals.
When she gets up and walks around men notice her curves.
And her bouncy attitude, and her joy
She does not see her observers at all.
Not in the mood for wooing or romance
She is studying to be a doctor or a biologist
Some try to bribe her brothers
To try and get a date.
But that goes nowhere too.
She is their little sister.
They see her as three-years-old
Ring in the spring,
The bluebells bob
As gentle breezes blow.
We breathe a sigh
As we know now
There’s no more winter snow.
The vibrant hue
Against the green
Bathes hillsides regal blue.
Announcing to
The countryside
That summer will ensue.
No Feeling and Not Appealing
I had to hurry up and write
this down before I forgot this.
When I never show any of my feeling;
What I write and say is not appealing;
While rambling,
Was gambling,
On you disturbed hitting head on ceiling.
Jim Horn
What happens if I check off 1st grade in Categories.
Does this mean that I am writing at a first grade level
of inteligence (LOI) and am on the level?
Also Wharton School of Business is not taught at night school.
Romance and the richness of pain pose on the horizon before myself as a young
girl
Become embedded in my own discourse; I seek them and reject them, I cannot
Know them.
They are intangible
Rarely felt in the everyday
Inevitable aching and fear occupy my life of romance
I run, I climb, I walk faster then stand still
Romance is real, encouraged, glorified, exploited
Longed to be felt in the everyday
A silent movie
Maybe silent realistically
Or not silent metaphorically
Silent
Because not verbal
Not silent
Because with movements
Not silent
Because appealing
Silent
Because there are no immediate actions
And without man's sympathy
Response and cooperation
A silent story
May eventually die silently
Triangle if centered;
twenty syllables a
thought complete; appealing
to the emotions deep.
Takes shape as syllables
to increase or decrease;
they state an abstract thought.
Date: 10/27/2020
Submitted For: Pleiades 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Second Place
Let me now sing the song of my old age,
All I recount now belongs to the past.
Since the noticed changes are far too vast,
Let this song be sung by a real sage.
This face, now so old, ugly, and wrinkled,
Once shone with a glow, bright and appealing.
Though no longer fine, smooth, and now peeling,
This same old skin was once never crinkled.
These eyes, now drooping, dimmed by poor vision,
Once sparkled with allure and shone pretty.
These hands were once fresh, smooth, and not gritty,
Though now shaky with loss of precision.
The mouth, now sunken and full of gnashers,
Was once bright in the glow of real teeth.
A life once like the vibrance of a wreath
Now whispers in the folds of old tatters.
These feet, worn and cracked, trudging so slowly,
Once romped in the bloom of youthful delight.
Though now calloused and bent, aching each night,
They carried dreams and walked them boldly.
A-glow and appealing,
L-ife for you is beautiful;
L-et the long darkness turn
I-nto sunrise for us all.
S-hadows and lonely dusk
O-f the night have gone by;
N-ew morn has just broken, as clouds gather not in the sky.
S-howing gladness and mirth,
A-pril nineteenth knows no gray;
N-o more haze and mist,
D-awn takes them all away.
R-aindrops remain not falling, they stop for the rainbow;
A-ir in the open is clear, breeze brings not the sorrow.
A-glow and appealing,
G-lamorous girl as you are;
A-lluring and amusing,
C-aptivating like a star.
I-n your eyes I see the smile, they sparkle with excitement;
D-elightful face of you yearns to share enjoyment.
E-ngaging and enchanting,
L-ovely lady is in view;
I-n your heart I hear the beat,
Z-ealously leaving the blue.
A-ttractive and fascinating,
G-orgeous and pleasing;
A-ppearance of you is beaming, aglow and appealing.