Best Approving Poems
The heart of a man thrives wholly
with the respect of a woman whose nurturing
soul is not threatened by his strength
but finds comfort in his protective care.
The love of a woman is won completely
by a man willing to lay bare his vulnerability
at the mere sight of her approving smile
or the touch of her healing hands.
And neither is threatened by the role of the other,
but are wise in the ways of their creator,
in whose infinite wisdom
endowed each with opposite strengths
so they may be equal partners
walking forth solidly hand in hand
as co-conquerers of challenge
and liberators of love.
Perfect angels, created before man walked the earth,
eons of time before Lord Jesus Christ was given birth.
Protectors of lowly ones, those who need tender care,
can trust in angels, for they are near us everywhere.
They are adorned in immaculate robes of purest white,
wings of ethereal beauty hover around us in the night.
By day they keep a vigilant watch on righteous mankind
watching, ever guarding against demons who seek to blind.
Guard us from temptations that lead us to do wrong.
When we pray for help, we're rewarded with their song.
Their melodious voices are ones we cannot hear, and yet,
I'm sure the sound of their chanting we would never forget.
Seraphs, cherubs, and all the messengers who serve God,
those myriads upon myriads who await his approving nod.
I pray for the protection of angels as they watch over me.
Beneath their wings I will be safe, now and for all eternity.
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December 31st, 2015
Angels Contest ~ Sponsored by Nayda I. Negron
Ignorance is bliss or so they say
But I was enlightened in a colorful way
In a silent conversation with our old friend
The sun told me this at yesterdays' end
He was glowing dark red in an angry display
For the constant pollution while we worked and played
Blended red and yellow showing orange disgust
A colorful sign of his negative distrust
Then passionate red for the love he shares
An approving gesture he thinks we still care
His friendship was kissed with a touch of pink
Reminding us all to stop and think
A moody dark purple of sadness and gloom
Fair warning try harder or we'll all be doomed
Then splashes light purple for days gone by
Feeling nostalgic for clear blue skies
As his dark blue of power turned to black
Leaving hope for tomorrow that he'd be back
Now that I've told you of all I have learned
Don't you think we should all be more seriously concerned
If you don't believe me and still wear a frown
Then tomorrow just listen as the sun goes down
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
“Metallic skin"
I dont lotion anymore
Such acts would soften an amour now immune to abuse.
Its now 8'o clock and I can tell that mommy is already asleep.
I prepare a clean skin to be dumped in acts of unwanted desires.
A child's room to become the scene for subjected sin in sex!
My Innocents awaits to be taken once more, soon my Dora underwear will be torn off by a gentleman with the courtesy of secretly replacing them.
Swiper's car pulls up
A man of work, he stops not to say a thing, he pulls the door and creeps right in.
Right on schedule sir!
Yes sir!
Yes sir!
The soldiers on the television, I turned their voices up.
I sit in the corner, further away from him, I pressed my face into the arms of meeting walls, the spot where my tears kept me clean.
His five knives went jammed in my neck! I bit my lips causing my metallic skin to flick a tooth in the back of my head.
I swallowed it as my signature, approving this sentence.
Molten lava between my legs.
The friction scrapes me in and out!
Head held down, bowed to the name who sits on my family tree, I am green but he still picks me!
We are dogs, family on top of family, he did it horridly, a gentleman without hospitality.
He gave me something much bigger than me, pressure to the pipe,
it laid inside of me.
My reflection shows a prospective whore
Daddy what should I become a Lady of the night? For every night you open my little books to read me!
This red liquid drips me colourful, I paint a dead colouring book.
Daddy I am small but my tears are big, a million times I died in my own liquid.
I don't have a shadow anymore for I am not worthy to be seen.
My skin grows but I shrink, dreams died one stroke at a time. He smashed my metalic skin.
Now I am HIV “Aladeen" my curves curls up cursed touched by a related beast. I am done, I am drowned in my metalic skin.
©Copywrite
By: Ramone Young
Poetic System Kidz Entertainment.
Simply slow day
Uniquely made for fun
Mark the Summer’s way,
Manipulating the winds to
Even and slow as they
Reluctantly slink away.
Twilight brings a chill and
Opines its continuing will.
Alabaster moons
Underscore the darkness,
Turn stars to balloons.
Uniting as one mark,
Melding and moving,
Nature proudly approving.
I was a lttle girl, so wistfully in thought back then.
Wearing a silk kimona, dreams of a sivered, shiny pen.
A special place in my heart, then, suddenly came to be,
Bright pink, soft turquoised robe, quite heavenly.
It was this little girl’s gifted.yummy yet holy solitude,
The blue moon and stars, gave her freedom and latitude.
I had no dreams to grow to be just like everyone on the
planet.
Choosing to be my own shooting star, not run by rules
made of granite!
I fantasized a room of bright, pink floating lotuses about me.
And that personal space, so long ago, lifted me, so I fly freely,
sans approving commentary.
Words do not impress me, but affectionate and soulful, warm
people do.
They are the ones encouraging me to live my life as a moonburst
of satisfying breakthroughs.
4/16/2024
This is an Acrostic with Alliteration in the body.....
H aving Heavenly Healing Help
A lways Apply Approving Attitude
P ray Past Problems Perrish
P reventing Presuring Perceptive People
Y earning Yahweh Yuletide Yourself
N urture No Noxious Natives
E veryone Enjoy Each Event
W anting Winning Wellintentioned Wishes
Y es Yell "Yuck" Yearend
E nergy Eventually Exits Evenings
A llow Appropriate Active Attention
R emember Rally Reasonable Recreation
Created on 2/21/2016.
Everything is energy. E=mc^2.
A day is over and Sun is down.
The lights are out. We dream on clouds.
In couple seconds will see the "movie".
But won't pinpoint that crossing moment.
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We dream alone when we asleep.
We dream together when we don't sleep.
The fading lines, confusing feelings.
Where truth or lies? Fake world of being.
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We think that touch helps make it clear.
We think that sight removes the fear.
With hear, smell, taste we think we know,
What's real or not, what makes world go.
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Illusion enforced by narrow mindness.
We born and placed in box without kindness.
The Universe exists without limits.
But our box dictates by our feelings.
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Interpretation is our limitation.
But genius described in one equation.
That Universe is light, but we're so stubborn.
Interpreting the light as rock and carbon.
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The matter equals E, in big amount.
So Energy - is only what's around.
The world is not what senses are approving.
We see just single frame of film that's moving.
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But even in the box we are not helpless creatures.
We have the brain with thoughts. It's future.
It's energy, it's our magic potion,
To rule reality as dreams in single motion.
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Contest: Equations
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen.
Contest description:
1 original, poem on the theme of .............Equations.
Any form is acceptable.
When you meet death, smile as if greeting an old friend.
The fear you feel, is the fear that death will not notice how you've changed.
The lessons you've learned, the tears you've cried, the smiles you distributed to the ones in need.
But death as an old friend sees your discomfort, and wraps a warm arm around your shoulder.
The two of you walk arm in arm in the cold snow, lamp lights flickering in the distance.
Realization finally dawns on you, death was never the taker of your life, rather your guide to a new one.
The snow under your feet is infinitely deep, and you are without shoes.
With each step, melted snow turns to ice on your bare feet.
And the weight, o the weight would be unbearable without death keeping you from falling awry.
The pull of the unknown, drags like gravity down.
But death is strong, and deaths feet like snow shoes plod on through the deep.
The farther you travel, the warmer it gets, and when you look down you see the ice has melted.
The lamplight now looks as if it was made of sun, so warm, so pleasant like the face of an approving father.
Death turns to you and says, "It is time".
Looking back all you see is a tunnel, so dark it resembles the womb in which you first were birthed.
A deep breath, and you step into the waters, warm and inviting.
The snow and cold are gone, feeding this lake of warmth.
And even though it is light, you can see how dark it is until....
You are squeezed into the world that is to become your own, you gasp and suck sweet ether that inflates your breath.
The fear of being alone overtakes you, then you see your mothers eyes,
the eyes of love.
Death waves goodbye with parting words, "We will meet again old friend".
First Law of the Conservation of Energy- Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed to one form or another.
What animates life is energy........If life must create Death....then for the equation to be balanced...Death must create Life...........
It is the roots of Death.....that grow the tree of Life.. and it is the School of Life that prepares us for the University of Death...........and so the wheel spins.....................................
Come walk with me I have something to show,
Close your eyes and I can't tell you where we'll go,
Do not peek because it might just ruin,
All I can say it's a special something.
Before you open your eyes I have something to ask,
It's not a trick question or some kind of task,
And by the way you bite your lips I know you're curious,
You're probably wondering if it's quite serious.
So while I get down on my knee upon this sand,
I promise not to let go of your shivering hand,
Keep you eyes closed no cheating please,
Just bare with me I know I tease.
So I guess my question is,
Oh wait I think there's something I missed,
Let me just find it just breathe for now,
I'm sorry I'm doing something I never knew how.
My question is 'Do you think you can open your eyes?'
Because I have here something for you I hope you wont despise,
And if you can't bare to talk just nod your head,
Or maybe an approving kiss instead.
Let me wipe what I hope are happy tears,
Please forget all your fears,
I am here whether you don't like it or you don't,
Because to leave your side I won't.
You are my psychedelic serendipity,
My crazy curiosity,
But just simply,
The only one for me.
Inner Beast
When that inner beast starts to roar,
And life is beating you down,
It's time to let your spirit soar,
Then pick yourself up off the ground.
It's okay to pray to God,
Or whatever works for you,
You may be given an approving nod,
Or you could just be played the fool.
When you encounter that rage,
you must act, with haste,
get that beast back into it's cage,
For there is no time to waste.
By: "Sam I Am"
© 2015
There once were some Senators in office
Approving taxes that really cost us
But when an audit was done
The Senators had paid none
These crooks are adding to our losses
I met George one spring day as he cruised by- so SEXY,
he was a d r e a m y dream on a big motorcycle;
and I was so young and at a lovely, fanciful age, a butterfly,
we spent our days r i d i n g the country roads.
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, KISSING,
I could not bring him home to my parents;
he was w i l d untamed and a free spirit, on SOARING wings,
and oh was he- r o m a n t i c.
George was my blue sky and I was so in LOVE with him,
one day he said to me- lets go to Florida-
We will leave for Daytona Beach TODAY!
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitated,
but the idea of the o p e n r o a d was appealing;
I emptied my bank account,
packed some stuff in an old backpack,
and better JUDGMENT left behind in dust, we left.
oh, it was wonderful with the w i n d in our faces,
our black leather jackets FLAPPING and the road in front of us;
we stopped in small towns along the way,
slept in cheap hotel rooms making l o v e ,
I thought this was romance.
We arrived in Daytona Beach and spent two AMAZING weeks,
nothing fancy, just LOVE that I will never, ever forget.
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September 21, 2016
Poetry/ Free Verse/Young Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-831-609-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Your Best Free Verse Love Poem - 2
Sponsor, John Hamilton (2017)
Seventh Place
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Love Free Verse
Sponsor, Laura Loo (2016)
First Place
I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
we spent our days riding the country roads
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, kissing
I could not bring him home to my parents
he was wild, untamed and a free-spirit soaring on wings
and oh, so romantic
George was my blue sky and I was so in love
one day he said to me, lets go to Florida
we will leave for Daytona Beach today
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitating
but the idea of the open road was appealing
I emptied my bank account that day
packed some stuff in a old backpack
and better judgement was left behind in our dust as we stormed away
oh, it was wonderful with the wind in our faces and the blue sky above
our black leather jackets flapping in the wind in tune with the soaring roar
we stopped in small towns along the way
slept in cheap motels at night
oh, it was romantic
we arrived at Daytona Beach and spent two weeks
nothing fancy like restaurants or shopping
just an amazing vacation I have never, ever forgotten
I often think of George and what he is doing, now
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April 12, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/wild and untamed
Copyright Protected, ID 04-662-570-12
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Premier contest, Memorable Vacation,
sponsor Shadow Hamilton, Judged 05/2015
Second Place
I’m not sure I understand my boss
He does it all and credits me
He makes the plan, and says I did
He works the plan, and states it’s me
Writes the report, and crowns it mine
My mysterious Boss!
He called me today
And washed me with praise
Shocked, my boss seeks to know
How did you, modest, manage
The tusks of this beast alone?
With husky confidence
He shoots my pay and says
Measure for measure, my valet!
There’s more to come.
My Boss will burn it all
The mid night wick and moil on end
First in, Last out. The office smells his balm
His cologne is everywhere
He sweats on the printer, the copier, and the phone
His ink flows, his paper is busy
The keyboard is worn, the letters have gone
He knows them by heart
ASDFGH and the index at J, he types
His seat sags and his elbow is coarse
The backrest is new, he never rested
His fingerprints are faded
Filing, citing, binding, signing, sending, recalling, working
Reading, doing, redoing, searching, researching, working
Calling, waiting, reminding, mending, thinking, working
Reviewing, checking, approving, panting, working
But he says I did, all he did
Great works, look and marvel!
Now Boss
They want me! Ready to bleed money
And charm me, they are down, bended knee
Abroad, the internationals are hinting
Aboard, the nationals are bidding
And Bored, the locals are winking
They want me! The postman is dizzy
My inbox congested and messengers grumbling
The deeds have spoken
And my boss is depressed
Who shall do it, says he, all the work
His hand is calm, my shoulder feels it
Go my child, my boss, your meteor is bright
And never will it set.