Best Beautified Poems
R a i n ~ a misted mirror
coated in petrichor pain ~
fused with memories
pirouetting through the
veiled salt of the earth,
caressing the Pina Colada dreams
adrift in the icy-blue air,
amidst clouds soaked
in prismatic hues ~
arching like opalescent canopies,
to hide the despair I’ve draped
in dragonfly hues that no one knows
but the moon and his
merciful silver, forever stroking
the silken surface of s i l e n c e ~
homed within my
heart that aches…
And along with the thunder ~
came confetti of scars,
a piercing flash of metallic truth
revealing midnight rays
of how I’ve long been the storm ~
a murky sky of cracked constellations,
a rush of roaring torrents,
driving my thoughts to the honed
borderline of tremors and torture ~
teetering on forsaken fragility.
O dahlia dawn ~
I am the splitting tempest,
the spectral outline of
electrified lightning.
I taste the bittersweet flavors
of opaline stars ~
trembling in angst,
as fleeting sparks of the buried past,
too, feel the hurt beneath
the pansies of paradise,
where angels unfurl their
wings, sprinkling tears of hope
upon the battlefield of
shattered dreams,
lamenting the endless war
that burns in the olive-green
orchard of the grief-struck mind,
where fairy-lights
flicker neon hints of
prejudice through broken twigs ~
a pitiful perception,
amplifying the echoing embers
floating above puddles
of weathered lilies,
stained with dust and powder,
weaving a requiem for the
f a l l e n jewels,
walking through the trails
of bruises and tilted tulips,
bleeding poetry ~
beautified with
polychromatic phrases
and falcon ink that cuts
through paper promises,
leaving nothing but a restless reverie,
breathing in the quivering
warmth of quietude…
Categories:
beautified, angst, imagery, poetry, poets,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Leave me alone you beautified 6itch ;
Oh ghastly and ghoulish playpen of a witch.
Vases of roses are covering your deeds;
Eloquent verses describe your sick needs.
Many come calling but none ever leave;
Even my dumb heart now wants a reprieve.
written 04.02.2016
Categories:
beautified, fun, humorous, love,
Form:
Acrostic
Olive green bottle garden
once beautified her perfect patio.
Resplendent with venust foliage
and pretty alpine flowering cacti.
Sadly, with declining mobility
its owner no longer ventures outdoors.
Now grungy, its only visitors
are two defecating pigeons.
Categories:
beautified, garden, nature,
Form:
Free verse
“HALO THE WARRIOR”
#1**Unicorn Valley**
*
Land of purple hues
simple, sweet innocent eyes
rises from the east
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
#2**Guile of Disciples**
*
Magic gathering
hides away from the darkness
horn found on the ground
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
#3**Beautified Dreams**
*
Enchantment of life
ancestral home broken-down
adorn the unicorn
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
#4**Freedom Quest**
*
Liberty or Death
Unicorn celebration
Epic battle won
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
by;PD
Categories:
beautified, adventure, death,
Form:
Haiku
Revolving around LOVE indeed…
that’s life as glanced by our special child
blessed by God*, the source of precious breath
and the author of wondrous existence…
Such is proven while beholding his miracle-filled survival
anchored by compassion nurturing him against diagnosis
of “progression toward retrogression”~~~
upheld along care enveloping his being
despite “congenital anomalies”~~~
beautified through comfort supporting him
though afflicted with cerebral palsy~~~
asserted in sign language
expressing his grateful gestures toward
guardians and friends in the orphanage
now serving as his dear family…
I pray with faith for that perspective to prevail
since LOVE of the LORD reigns!
*2Corinthians 1:3 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort.
March 10, 2021
5th place, "Life At A Glance" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 3/12/2021.
Categories:
beautified, child, christian, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Autumn leaves falling, makes us sigh
The arid ground is beautified
Why for then should death be decried
When life force ebbs and death draws nigh
It’s but a time for transition
Gaining in heaven admission
Dark and lonely, seems the night sky
Motionless, save a shooting star
Wondrous, we look on from afar
In truth there’s no final goodbye
For we’re all in spirit entwined
One light, in many forms confined
Life is eternal, death’s a lie
Know oh hermit, soul’s quintessence
As living light, we’re God’s essence
Autumn leaves falling, makes us sigh
When life force ebbs and death draws nigh
Dark and lonely, seems the night sky
In truth there’s no final goodbye
Life is eternal, death’s a lie
21-September-2022
In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
beautified, autumn, death, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
In the course of years,
Vincent wrote out his heart.
Capturing his thoughts,
Around his life and art.
Sunflowers were his muse,
As he painted through the rain.
He beautified the canvas,
While adding hints of pain.
His heart, mind, and soul,
Were his artistic trio.
He chronicled his life of art.
In his letters to Theo.
________________________________
*Note: Inspired by Vincent Van Gogh's
Letters to his brother Theodore describing,
his art, pain, and inspirations...
Categories:
beautified, art, historylife,
Form:
Ekphrasis
I feel like I am a fly that lives for no purpose
Doing anything for no reason
Death to me is seven days away!
How long will this torment in my soul last?
There is a longing in me;
Big as the oceans:
Stretching beyond the shores of my solitary confinement.
And my soul lies bleeding;
Bleeding from the wounds of afflictions.
Bitterness poisons my thoughts;
Creating a huge dark cloud;
covering the diamond stars that glitter in my mind.
A drought of grace and love dwells in my heart;
And resentment has grown in me as a cactus in a desert.
Shadows of death and doubt breathe upon me,
Like vultures waiting on me as if I was a dying prey.
Destruction is taking a step closer to me every hour.
And I’m folded as a cabbage,
Squeezed on a corner,
Trembling and crying out:
“My LORD, My FATHER,
Why do you forsake me?
Clearly as the clean air; I am nothing without YOU.
Rise up my LORD!
Rise up as the sun rises up at the break of dawn wiping out the darkness,
Let YOUR light shine upon my life and put a song in the bird's heart.
Let me rejoice at the beauty of YOUR sunrise
Let me rejoice at the first ray of light that shines a beam of gold
Let YOUR light dry the tears of anguish and loneliness caused by darkness.
Restore back peace and love in my life.
Kill the torment in my soul
And in its place rise a sweet essence.
Pour rains of grace and love in my dry heart
And bring back to life the sweet fragrant flowers of spring.
Blow away the bitter clouds of thought,
And leave my mind stretched as the universe;
beautified by billions of stars glittering as eternity.
Chase away the dark shadows that breath upon me,
And let the doves bring to me the twigs of salvation.
For in my inner depths breathes hope and faith in YOU.
Let YOUR deliverance and providence shine upon me as the cloudless noon day sun;
And FATHER;
Let not the light of YOUR eyes set away from me,
Lest I become proud in YOUR eyes.”
Categories:
beautified, faith, hopeme, sweet, light,
Form:
At First Glance
There are such women.
Those who do not so much
capture, as captivate.
Entering, they glide slowly,
seamlessly, across the eyes,
overshadowed by the more
stunningly stylish and
demanding divas. Yet,
they are not overlooked.
As the moment fades and
the evening moves, so do
the eyes of those drawn to
beauty. Thus it was I found
my eyes returning, gazing
upon her face, her presence.
There was no strain in her
beauty, no intimidation in
her stride, no drama in her
movements. There was,
seemingly, a sweet music
to which she alone danced,
moved, mingled, without
becoming lost in the crowd.
She would, I thought, exude
this same air of confidence
and character in any situation.
It was not love at first sight,
for she was not the fireworks,
but the reason for the parade,
not the most beautified, but
the most beautiful. At first
glance beauty can be eclipsed
by the beautiful, for beauty has
no need for darkness. At first
glance - I saw - but did not see
the beauty that awaited me.
John G. Lawless
7/1/2014
For Jared Pickett contest
Categories:
beautified, beauty, women,
Form:
Free verse
happy thanksgiving to one and all
thank you
"as seasons circle"
white snow covers earth
snowmen become guardians
crystal reflections beautified
eyes are open wide
birds suddenly sing
windows are blessed with song
within corners of endless bounds
animation sounds
warm suns light the sky
children play day and night
no one is left a captive bird
laughter seen and heard
autumn soon arrives
gracing her shades and flair
with air that exudes
senses rise to great magnitude
as seasons circle
breathe through all forevermore
feel each sensation
allow such with anticipation
SkyWatcher
11-19-23
Categories:
beautified, nature, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
I was drinking wine
I was making minds mine
I was turning keys
I was setting people free
I was being deceived
By the silent side of me
I was welcomed home
I was gone away
I was free to roam
I was told to stay
I was being confused
By the soul that I had used
I was flying by
I was flying high
I was never questioned why
I was prepared to die
I was beautified
By the ugly side of life
I was crying tears
I was drowning in my fears
I was feeling weak
I was releasing my years
I was afraid to peak
Afraid to get near
I was smart enough to be a step ahead
She did more crying than I did
I was strong enough to be brave
She loved enough to be my slave
I was dumb enough to let her go
She was smart enough to lose hope
Categories:
beautified, dedication, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, lost
Form:
Rhyme
True beauty defined by that which is isolated
The loathe for that which is natural.
An internal abhor, despising her vivacious soulfulness.
It is the pigment she is hated for
It is the excessive melamine they are repulsed by.
The sophisticated ignorance to the elephant in the room.
Colorism a global entity, more real than you and me.
A liable source of self loathe
Colorism has become viral, Colorism has been global since the beginning of time
Greater than racism, infiltrating the walls of tribes.
We have become colorists. A world paved by yellow. For yellow will forever pay.
She shall not become a victim of a cultural appropriateness
An intersection so feminist in touch with her melanic beauty.
Her revolution has been revised
The revolution must be televised
A black lily rare close to extinction
A blossom in a debris of hate
Victimized by the color of skin
Rejected by those that look like us
It is not that we aren't but it is because we are darker than the night
It is because we shall not stand to be rejected for what the Creator created us to be.
Black blossoming with beautified pride
My revolution is being televised
Colorism shall not be the death of a natural darkie
Colorism shall be the rise of an extraordinary phenomenon.
Colorism is mutable with a unity
Breaking barriers of pigment seclusion
This revolution will be televised
True beauty can never be defied
It is not in our pigment
But in our inner being
Let sophisticated wisdom go viral
Let the "Darkie" be televised.
Tin-tin®
Categories:
beautified, color, racism,
Form:
Carpe Diem
What If My Beauty
How do I enter my poem into Beauty Contest?
I thought that all beauties had to be bathing.
What if my beauty was to run abundant?
Me and my poems people thought were repugnant
And always on other Soupers I had relied
On ways all of my poems could be beautified.
Use articulate adjuctives and each adverb
Do eliminate all of the things that disturb
And cause much mental endangerment
Drank too much wine that did ferment.
So sorrowful to others my poems may seem
Could never exist or be found in a dream
Why in much sorrow have to be drowned?
Before you forget write each poem down.
Beauty exists in each eye of the beholder
As they grow up and become much older
Some thoughts to you they may occur
All my beauty had become one big blur.
By many each of my poems have been read;
Over and over all of my prayers I have said;
If beauty was found in my poems must surmise
Will be pulverized when presented with Pulitzer Prize.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
beautified, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Submissive squire on his foot
Helping his best knight, to put
On the weapons o’ not so cute
Beautified horses galloping,
The sharpen swords clanging,
And wooden poles jousting,
While this beauty, mocks by tear,
Huddling, silently, in her own fear
Because of her one and only dear
For her love,
She prays of-
“Use the speed o’ thy eyes, oh knight o’ mine
For a love to dwell, forever, in arms o’ thine!”
Categories:
beautified, history, life, love, people,
Form:
Narrative
"The Writer Within"
by: Eric L. Boddie
It is my thoughts that I wish to share
Many nights I have fallen asleep with the pen right there
As if it's glued to my fingers, half empty glass on the table
Roaches in the ashtray, fuel for the inspiration for my fable
Cd still on repeat as I awake with last night on my breath
A swallow taken as I review the latest addition to my literary wealth
As yet unfinished, inspiration re-attained
From the words of the previous night being reassessed by my brain
The unfinished edit acquires perfection as you'd suspect it
Taking my words in a new direction where the prior Beauty is still reflected
Crafted by my passion, evolved from my mind
Beautified By The Love Of God, suitable for any time
Comprehensive with my Faith aligned with my knowledge
Descriptive of lessons learned while still enrolled in Life's brutal college
All my struggles, all my victories, perfectly rolled as one
Read my words, experience my Life, my work is never done
Categories:
beautified, art, passion, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Epic