Best Broadest Poems
A Chicago Pearl
She put her dreams on hold but carries them up proudly
as she serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner, six days a week
to make ends meet; she’s a realist who doesn’t recoil from pain
or regrets; she faces them head on yet she likes the blues because
they soothe her bruised life that sometimes feels stagnant.
She awaits a new start and the rain in her head is held tight,
she will not be defined, nor resign herself to scattered dreams.
She hangs firm in her mind to these blooming flowers she saw in a terra cotta
pot on her way to work this morning; like them she’s growing stronger
in her voice and in her step. Tonight they’ll light candles
in the dark
“You’re a Chicago Pearl, Rondja!”
he said as she topped his coffee cup;
she briefly held his gaze, and then
let out the broadest of smiles.
Categories:
broadest, life,
Form:
Free verse
I laughed and the world was silent
For it seemed the joke was me
I wished to be a comfort
Yet, it was not meant to be
I stood upon the broadest shoulders
and still in the end I felt quite short
I couldn't see past lonely mountains
What goodly news could I report?
Those things I saw off in the distance
Raced towards me with a blinding speed
I dreamt of how they'd satisfy me
Yet sadly they did not meet my need
Within broken mind, I searched for justice
The lady outpaced by quite a bit
She said "If you really want to catch me,
You have to do oh so much more than sit!"
I chose to climb, the highest of mountains
Surveyed the majestic valleys below
Expected I'd be warmed by the sunshine
But Instead, I felt the fridgid winds blow
I shifted my gaze towards the heavens
Wondered deep down, why I felt all alone
As I sat cross legged I tried to listen
Felt a deep aching within tired bone
My greatest lacking was understanding
Until God's Mercy allowed me to cry
Temporary would lead to forever
The cycles of life connected to why
So my tears flowed into rivers
Down the tall mountain into the sea
It seems, I was always connected
Yes, the whole world was crying with me
Categories:
broadest, emotions, river,
Form:
Quatrain
Love the oldest,
Love the youngest,
The smallest,
The broadest.
Imperfectly perfect,
Proudly humble.
Endlessly end,
Peacefully troubled.
Quietly lousy,
Uncountable counting.
Pleasurable painful,
Ungainly gainful.
Resurrecting in killing,
Smiling in weeping.
Coming in going,
Abiding in departing.
Truth in lies,
Open-mindedness in sly.
Elevation in humiliation,
Built in destruction.
Unity in separation,
Honesty in temptation.
Standing in tribulation,
Thanking in starvation.
II
Love a burning fire,
But never to consume.
Even though she wonders,
But she never get confused.
Love is the source of life,
The fountain of light.
Love, so above death.
And she has no end.
The she's highly immortal,
But she in love with the mortal.
She is sane,
But love the insane.
She is so peaceful
But she's found in a troublesome place.
So careful,
She sojourns in this careless cave.
In an offensive place to pardon,
In sinful house to forgive.
Descending to comfort the abandoned,
Coming so low for poor to give.
Going blind to see,
Far away to come near.
Hardened heart to believe ,
Becoming deaf to hear.
Pleading in rejection,
Blessing the prosecutor.
Hunted but growing,
Hated but reigning.
Too real to the fools,
Because is so true.
Erred men don't believe its free,
Because is so cheap.
So abundantly, but only few has it.
The people she love are rejecting.
If you find one you're lucky,
Because she's one blood thing you can't just inherit.
My solemnity
Oh! I need you thou love,
I wonder if I can in men find one.
I can trade my eyes for it,
Because I know in her will I clearly see.
Really, men are so many.
But how many can truly love?
Marriage can be done within ten minutes,
But are mostly grounded in lust.
If you say you're true lover,
Show it to many like that pauper.
Don't only love your rich husband,
Show love to your maiden servant.
Preaching and boasting of it on the pulpit,
Have you ever have a meal with the poor?
Show it when sad and when happy,
Accommodate your enemies' daughter and son.
Tis easy to love our family,
That's not in the dictionary of we lovers.
It is easier for us to love the whole country,
And those that has once make us suffer.
Categories:
broadest, art, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
longest and deepest
symbolize to be broadest
sky's love to ocean
as they are lovers
embrace each other's blue hue
unison of hearts
one smiles upper side
other replies reflection
up to end level
Sponsored by: SKAT A
Contest Name: Your Best (premiere) number one
Categories:
broadest, ocean, sky, symbolism,
Form:
Haiku
Love multiplied, your first crying sound
Eyes opening to the world around
To gaze at your newborn face, the sensation
That of peering down the generations
In our lineage, conditions to fear
Now more worried, each passing year
Giving up, choices breaking trust
Girlhood dreams begin to combust
Officer, with whom we discussed
Young womanhood beginning wrongly
Fell temptations pull you away
Although it pains all of us, strongly
For now, with others you must stay
Cherry blossom sun
Broadest smile, to me you run
Vigorous hug, love
4/12/16
For Contest: Letting Go, Three Form Style
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Categories:
broadest, children, daughter, journey, life,
Form:
Verse
life is a broadest and deepest bears ever conception
till absolute definition is not given and not there
even after up to date knowledge we do share
adding best words there to by taking whatever care
with required proper finest perfect and pure devotion
having every kinds of material and immaterial's solution
at last fixed in constructive education how much's got
means a life's there only where there's wisdom's execution
Categories:
broadest, life, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
I know most people want them far away,
No finger laid upon their precious skin.
They squirm and wiggle fearful and afraid,
A needle makes them pallid and they faint
For me this is no problem, for I like
Improvement doctors can provide for me:
In silence I keep all my fingers crossed,
I hope the tests will prove my body strong.
This surgery I want, it will improve
My life in many ways, but most of all,
I hope it will decrease the pain I feel.
For that alone I give myself to them
These doctors I will welcome with a smile:
The broadest smile that I can find in me.
I'll grin and nod and totally comply!
To show them I am ready to begin.
So think of me tomorrow when they test
If I am strong enough for surgery.
Because if yes, next week or after that,
I finally am rid of you lot here.
Lol, only for a week or two, not yet!
They have to give me green light first, but still
Tomorrow I will hear if I am strong,
Tomorrow they will tell me yes or no....
***
Iambic Pentameter Blank Verse
March 8, 2017
Categories:
broadest, body, care, health, me,
Form:
Blank verse
Come now, people - we've all heard this before:
Barbarians at our gates, enemies without the door.
Their shapes the image of our own,
Their shadows like as well; though some be lesser known.
Sound loud the alarms, deafen the ears
Harden our hearts, feed on our fears -
Divide the Volk, call them Unified
Against a foe who has ever tried
To gain just this - a national suicide
Of what was once collective reason,
Confounding balanced thought with treason.
Take up the broadest brush and paint
That He That Stands Within a Saint,
And He That Waits Without a Devil -
Those who doubt judged twice and treble
To be vile, accursed knaves
Who serve the enemy as slaves.
Attend the tune of Sturm und Drang!
Forgetful of that one who sang
The selfsame tune not so long ago
Leading to a peoples' eternal shame and woe.
Let our better Angels, while yet they may,
Draw us back to the light of a better day -
A day not defined by confused fears of the Other,
A day those shades may be possible brothers.
Categories:
broadest, anti bullying, bullying, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
Pappy Brisco was a clown
who insisted never to frown,
he painted his face with a smile,
the broadest grin to beguile,
his bushy eyebrows glued on tight,
which sometimes caused a fright,
a bright-red protruding nose
added to his exaggerated pose,
he stretched his wig of blond curly locks,
covering his bald head looking like a field of flocks.
At a young age he wanted to be a rodeo clown
saving cowboys in case they fell down,
being chased by a brahma bull,
gave him a thrill that was so full
of dreams of being applauded
before a rowdy crowd who lauded
his bravery and skill of being nimble
to defy the most meanest and burliest symbol.
One day Pappy met Diablo the most feared bull around,
he was a cross-eyed masculine bovine who hated being bound,
freedom was what he wanted not the rodeo and its gate,
he'd get rid of that cowboy on his back and mark his fate,
bucking off the contender gave him some pride,
as his eyes narrowed like two slits he saw how Pappy tried
to distract him from crushing the man on the ground,
Diablo snorted and ran as if he was the speed of sound,
chasing Pappy till he looked up and saw pretty Maisy-Daisy
the Jersey cow sauntering toward him and mooing like crazy,
off they went to look for greener pastures and leaving
everyone wondering what happened to Diablo's heart
which once was mean and would stomp a man apart.
Now Pappy Brisco is still a clown and he works at
birthday parties carrying balloons and a bat
in case he meets up with Diablo out in the field,
knowing this time he is well armed and will not yield.
Categories:
broadest, humorous,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
My dearest friend,
The scars that life has engraved upon my soul,
You could never be able to see
For
I, Carefully, have erased each one of them, with
The broadest of my smiles!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 January 2016
Categories:
broadest, courage, life,
Form:
Epigram
a minute poem (variation)
Maverick's wheel:
If it's unfair, we must repair
because we care -
the rule of thumb.
for Len Zakim.
Maverick's zeal:
Engaging souls was Lenny's hope
of broadest scope.
He blazed new tracks
for Jews and blacks.
Maverick's feel:
Bridge builder - linking mind and heart
faith to impart.
End bigotry,
birth empathy.
Maverick's seal:
Named a Knight of St. Gregory
Diversity -
color of skin
finds worth within.
Maverick's deal:
The Jewish Defamation League
became intrigued
with freedom's plea
and harmony.
Maverick's steel:
Cancer worked to shatter his world.
Hope still unfurled -
Len instantly
sought therapy.
Nov. 21, 2010
Author's Notes: I tweaked the minute poem form by adding a
subtitle line atop each stanza. These subtitles all rhyme with
each other revealing characteristic fervor of this maverick.
Categories:
broadest, 11th grade, black african
Form:
Rhyme
Echoes bouncing off the walls
Falling on none at all
Whispers that grew screaming loud
Not heard or understood(ever)
Frustrated and hoarse
I left them behind
Saying
Nothing
Painting in broadest stokes I knew
Squinted eyes made out no image clear
Furious my brush hand wouldn't have them see
A picture made for you
A labor of my heart
But you squinting
do not see
Anything?
Every song I play falls on deaf ears
The tones are foreign you say
Melodies don't speak to you Ever
Only music playing for everyone appeals
To you if it's contrived and catchy
The lyrics don't resonate?
Surely you might like
Music that stands
For
Something?
If all that stimulates is minimally amusing
The highs set to medium in an over-all low
How can I Identify? How do I see life how you see?
The words have no meaning? Art no beauty?
Music no texture? Life no color?
If bland is your palate...we cannot be
For this is all that I am
You feeling connected...
To me means...
Everything!!
Categories:
broadest, love, passionmusic, life, music,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
With great fervor they write without end
Pretty words that could not even be read
Though he tried, he had no will to lend
The voice inside expiring, left for dead
There was some pleasure even concern
Pondering the loss of the bonds formed
The thought he could not even discern
His own demons, now left him scorned
No more adventure left in his lost soul
What could they truly understand in him
No more desire, he tried to form a goal
A pursuit also that left him without whim
What more can I do, but write these things I feel
What more can I say, I have nothing left to reveal
Categories:
broadest, dark, depression, pain, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
I walked to the gate where the taxi was waiting
Checked in my pocket for change for the fare
Opened the door, saw the driver was laughing
Asked for the reason, would he like to share
He stared ahead, set the meter a' running
Took the first left thinking it would be right
Said not a word about my destination
Pressed on the gas and drove into the night
Traffic light art in the broadest of colors
Yellow and green, an occasional red
Speed limits tossed like a bag to the roadside
Wondering if it was something I said
Then down an alley so dark and deserted
Parking lot stripes in an orderly way
Nothing for miles or maybe forever
This is enough and I just had to say
"Where are we going, I've not that much money?"
Then with a twitch and the wink of an eye
I saw the driver reflect in the mirror
He was a her, I could not help but sigh
For there you were with a cap colored yellow
I saw your smile, my heart skipped a beat
That's when you stopped and the engine was halted
Came to my door and into the back seat
"Are you surprised", we're the words that you asked me
More than you know was my answer to you
We stayed a while and love was in blossom
Two in a taxi, what else could we do
Yes this is silly, my romantic poem
Life has been tough as I go on my own
Merely some words in a tough situation
Here on this night reading soup all alone
Categories:
broadest, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Imagine
Looking with eyes
All events, everything
From a viewpoint
A perspective that sees all
The broadest spectrum
On a universal scale
Natural, black and white,
If there was a finite
Amount of energy existing
In the womb that is space
Without the influence of fictitious forces
The universe is static,
But if gravity was rather antimatter
Drawing upon and absorbing matter
Producing energy as it does,
Energy and material are interchangeable
With no deviation from the constant 0
Everything seems to cancel out in the end
But time is relative
From a universal perspective
There is no starting point and no end
To a cyclical event,
Matter and antimatter exploding Into
Existence, then snuffing each other out
Would I be wrong of the conclusion
In stating god is energy?
We are in Gods image
Not as humans,
But all life...
Categories:
broadest, allegory, confusion, faith, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry