Best Candidness Poems
To be king in the land of princess
You must be dauntless.
When invited to tea you must comment on
Her appearance and dress
With open candidness.
Express
How glad and honored you are to be in the
Presence of the princess who will know you
Are playing out her childishness.
Bless
All invisible and tasteless
Food with a heart felt happiness.
You aren't just King you are also her Royal
Advisor so there must not be any awkwardness
Between you both while playing checkers
Or chess.
Use cleverness
When talking about her room being in a mess.
Be gentle when letting her know there will be
New people in her kingdom which will be
Powerless.
Don't let her suppress
Or have any anxiousness
Your invitations to tea or luncheons will be
Endless.
You will be helping your princess
To deal with real life issues instead of leaving
Her rudderless.
Thus guaranteeing hers and your success.
Categories:
candidness, adventure, appreciation, childhood, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: February 24, 2024
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Moonbeams kindle ambrosian dreams
Love evolves on auric gleams
A gem in space, a costly pearl, a Luna
Fetching felicitous feelings, a fervid fawn
In this wassail ethereal area, hearts soar
I was awestruck by the lambent moon
Glittering gems, gilded in dull dust
Vanity surpasses a chimeric spell
A cromulent devotee, in awe
Emerald aureola, blazing high star
Heavenly memoir amphorae
Sew love from words in utter gaze.
Toed moon syntax tonight
In our bucolic spot, love will thrive
We are those who wield abilities of orbs
Sparse straps, splitting stripes
Love outshines crimson swirls
Sapphire adorns translucent tulips
Sturgeon Roe names cast in crystal
Sipping strawberries spoils serene seas
My love infused a porcelain spirit
Sketch my comely soul
Let me breathe your raspy hiccups
Believe me—beyond oblivion
Your Zinnia blooms gambol my heart
Gorgeous, lost in a well-woven nimbus
Fugacious felicity and fluff on fiery flowers
Rising flames, faint shooting, conflict.
Outside orbs offer otherworldly orbits
Deciphering diaphanous riddles
Could night cherubs grasp our grace?
Classic clear cloud cores
A balmy silk breeze hides enigmas
Covered below perseid colors
Your dulcet eyes sparkled dimly
Rose-tuned praise of cyan candidness
Via velvety vintage valleys, vivid verse vests
Beleaguer back the fire of our waltz
The moonlight lifts our mellifluous breath
Dreams soar in tangerine skies.
Categories:
candidness, analogy, appreciation, beauty, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
Confidence,a radiant aura that defines him
Even whilst holding dear Jes playing a tune on a whim
It exudes and transcends his playing flaws until-
All you can hear turns symphonic like Beethoven
And his candidness,with each string,becomes proven
Laudable,is his love and passion for music
A true love of a jealous kind covering up like a tunic
Rare as a four leaf clover,a gift from God that makes-
The sound of his voice melt any frozen heart
And bring harmony and laughter to a world torn apart
Illustrious,like the great Achilles born to Thetis and Peleus
His percussive skills reflect the nature of his muse
Bringing unique blends of sound to greats like Hamilton-
Even Lira and Victor can testify to his idiosyncrasy
That which makes his sound distinguished and classy
Fastidious,a trait that echoes in his work and mannerism
'By the blood' is evidently a show of this perfectionism
Though he carries his talent in a humble manner-
He expresses himself with great felicity
Not forgetting that grand touch of simplicity
Fearless,he valiantly navigates his gift in a foreign land
Grabbing opportunities whilst gaining the upper hand
Though fearsome he may be when faced with commitment-
Love abides in him,he strives to achieve the dream
Knowing within that he is music,and music is him...
Categories:
candidness, dedication, music, sound, love,
Form:
Cinquain
The pseudo alacrity that he is callow,
Lacking emotions, maturity shallow,
Ignorance ammassed, adulthood fallow,
When summarizing vices, all but hallow!
Writing about the footprints of Marriage,
The opposite sexes' ultimate courage,
Bestowed hatred, ransacked heritage,
Frankness kicked for a conventional adage!
Writing boldly about the bold profession,
Of the vexed fair sex, the last option,
Me, shooed away in the biased election,
'Remain in your limits', the unanimous admonition!
Describing the instincts of a teen,
His wild thoughts, crave obscene,
'Too young to know', advice harsh and mean,
Empathy, curiosity, the unvalued beings!
Generation of young writers,ought to be recognized,
Share of the wrinkles, not to be aggrandized,
Opposing the latter has never been our prize,
Judge us by candidness, a feeling of Paradise!
Categories:
candidness, on writing and words,
Form:
Unwary and unwise
Unfortunate abuse
Upheld by the harshness
Useful new euphemism
Ultimate goodness rule
Unseen, not dubious
Unshackle candidness
Written: April 30, 2021
Pleiades U Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
candidness, allusion, analogy, confusion, dark,
Form:
Verse
To my dearest dear…
I hope you are doing fine
Here am occupied by laboring time
I came along to write for you
Hear from you after a long-time.
The last I met you at my place
I remember that day when you smiled at my face
Since then it had been a year
I miss you like a meteor lost in space.
Overnight chit-chats and long distance calls
Without you my friend
I would have lost nothing but all.
The day when I first saw you at the college canteen
My friend! Please forgive me
As I saw you that moment bit adversely.
Yet, it was so kind of you
That you meant for friendship,
I would never forget this acquaintance
An inbound eternal relationship.
I like you the way you speak
Specially when you speak overslowly,
I love you the way you care
Specially when you soothe me.
I admire your respect towards me
Specially when you intend me,
I wonder your candidness
Specially when I speak craps and nonsenses.
I laugh when I think of your responses
Towards those names given
I smile at your melodrama
And often by those conflicts again and again.
I felt so calm
A time when I shared my baffled charm
I felt so celestial
A time when you eased me by your warm.
My friend! If ever you need me
I will kill myself if you remind me that
I’ll read your mind, I will read your eyes
I’ll read your voice
And you will see me there.
How far you are going
You deserve a lot to me
Not matter if you forget me
I will live with your memories
Thinking that you are always there.
But promise me this won’t happen
Or else its easy to say
In reality I may lose myself once again.
I just wanted to hear from you today
And I just wish you live a long way
You live with no fear, no tears
I promise you a day you will always find me near.
Oh! My friend
I miss you like anything
Just before leaving
I want to say you goodbye.
The words written for you today
Are written forever…
Just will wait to hear from you, a reply
Till then take care and bubye.
With love from…your longed amigo.
(Please note: This poem is dedicated to my friend Angshumala Goswami)
Categories:
candidness, art, dedication, faith, friendship,
Form:
Narrative
Bounding through the tall grass
I can feel the afternoon sun
warming the fur on my back
as I head away from it,
deftly leaping
rock and crags,
releasing my sorrow
to the wind.
And as I gain some semblance of myself
I skid to a stop,
the edges of dusk
are reaching towards me,
spreading its arms wide,
I drop on my haunches
and howl,
not just talking to the moon
or leaving a message
floating on its surface
for my beloved,
but using my voice
to engrave
my love,
my lust,
desire,
longing
through my heartache,
using it as a lens
to carve that
ever so lonely rock
with my emotions.
For you
here I sit,
heart leaping in my chest,
breath ragged,
not wanting to leave my lungs,
being so near to the love
oozing from my heart,
and as I exhale
impressions of
your gentleness,
candidness,
your nails
tracing my jaw line
cascade down my eyelids,
all the while
carving my intentions
upon the face
of the tide’s master.
It starts to quiver
as my vocal claws
scour its surface,
all the while,
longing is trying to take the stage,
depress me,
wallow me,
sink me into
my ever familiar hole
and as I reach my crescendo
my Shade Of My Heart’s light
bursts forth
from my chest
allowing me to know
that I have
finally surpassed fantasy,
no more fairytales
need to run through my head,
I just have to let this one
run its course
and my princess
shall rest her head
on my shoulders….
ever.
So for now
I’m looking at you
through the looking glass,
waiting for you to step through.
Categories:
candidness, devotion, loveme,
Form:
Romanticism
Vexation seeps through sighs
As the pen finds comfort
Sharing the same story
Nonsensical pretty boys
With smoke cloud habits
And bloodshot ponderings
Vaunting on their
Newsworthy delinquency
With incessant metal bar consequences
Promulgating in the same breath
they’re gaining
New ground
Breaking the cleanse
Of poisoning
Their liver
And feeling the linear
Coldness of a countertop
On their nose
With a half glass of water
In a ring of loneliness
On their nightstand
The gulp of insomnia
Rudely digs its hook of candidness
In your empathic being
Melodramatic memories
Of empty dinner table
Upbringings
Spending school nights
Placing cigarettes
In plastic bottles
With front porch
Heart to hearts
With their second self
Pulling the sleeves
Of sweatshirts once borrowed
Over tattooed knuckles
Shivering against the disbelief
That loyalty in this town
Is only face to face
Rehashing
first heartbreaks
With the outlook
That mistrust follows
Demons
That look just like you
The way you
Introduce yourself
With skintight beliefs
Low cut distractions
Met with
Amorous disposition
Abrade their thoughts
Of you from tantalizing
To discomfiture
And their ears
Can’t handle
Opprobrium especially from their friends
When you would
Put fingers
In yours like an obstinate child
Just to keep
Looking at them
With oblivious blissful daydreams
Even if you were
Stumbling drunk
Out of their broken front door the night before
After learning
They sent flowers to someone else
Like a man with his paramour
Leaving your existence
In a blighted state
Surrounded by empty walls
For
They
Took it all
But don’t worry
The guilt of breaking your heart
Is easier for them to swallow
Than the nausea
Traveling up their throat
With the spew of your adoration
Categories:
candidness, break up, emo, growth,
Form:
Free verse
This land of freedom and liberty
Which is bestowed at birth,
With a refined demeanor for defending the weak
With an olive branch and arrows in that bald eagles claws
Representing how this nation brawls
When it comes to a free voice
At length this country has been around;
Eleven scores and fifteen years.
Our founding fathers had the wisdom to write
That every born person in this land has rights.
And under the sky is protected
By persons with valor, courage and spirited uplifting
They defend the constitution with a willingness to uphold.
So remember; if one is a member
Stand proud; not flighty
And one will fit right in
Where wisdom, candidness, and a voice
Will help one make the right choice.
Categories:
candidness, devotion
Form:
Free verse
He:
We should stop meeting like this.
Good day ma’am.
She:
We should, I suppose.
Good day to you.
He:
Such a lovely day.
I rise everyday feeling mighty grateful.
She: Long pause
I wish I was grateful.
An old hag like me does not have tales to tell.
Even if I did possess tales.
With whom would I possibly speak them to?
He:
I am quite familiar with such a feeling.
No need to worry yourself silly.
Life has its way of alarming us.
It sure alarmed me to happiness.
She:
How so?
I would like to think life is what you make it.
He:
You are right there querida.
But at times when you battle your hardest war,
You still lose.
She:
It certainly sounds like you have a tale to narrate.
He:
Ha-ha, I have many tales.
I love one in particular.
Would you like to hear it?
She:
What else would an old hag do?
You may.
He:
Pardon my ambience.
You are not such a thing.
You were once a vision of brute beauty.
And you still very much are.
She:
That’s quite kind of you.
If I knew my life would be a bore.
I would have chose differently few years ago.
He:
Pardon me for my candidness.
But it is where it is meant to be.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Categories:
candidness, emotions, first love, life,
Form:
It was merely a planet of words
a world of fervor that ignited the slightest spin
All the expressions you whispered to me,
That seemed to be so true.
Were nothing but uncaring assurances,
Surprised I was to hear them from you
They seemed so real and true pledging my soul
to the candidness of the sufferings of love
The worship seemed a beautiful dream
The conviction apparently was a pastime
The look in your eyes, the unusual bliss
The gestures of warmth, the captivating touch
Were but a optical illusion, I should have looked through
The heart knew yet was not wanting to believe
That it was a mere deliberate proceed
Deep inside the sensitivity knew, that it was a mere trick
I was just another ingredient to the lighter meals you made
just another trophy to add to your list of cheated hearts.
I wonder why I still think about you,
After all your shunnings and sickly slippery words.
I think its because a desolated heart was made to feel
like a special lass.
I thought you cared, and that I was the only one.
Sad, it found its end with the territory all unclear.
Madness knew no bounds, yet it was a beautiful illusion, till it lasted
I know, I will never forget you nor will I ever mourn the end
I will always remember you in my years to come
Until my eternal good-bye to succumb to the end.
Categories:
candidness, love, beautiful, heart, beautiful,
Form:
Romanticism
As I watched my oldest daughter
I became more and more proud
She's turning out stronger than me
Very blundt, very loud
She's firm on staying out of the "drama"
Crap from men...I think not
Yet her heart break so easily
She can really hide her thoughts
I know the way she moves
When something is eating at her
Don't do anything to treat her bad
For her candidness is her cure
She's going to be one to watch for
She is growing up strong
Watch out world
She's right where she belongs
Categories:
candidness, education, family, health, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Eloquence of speech does not garner satisfaction
being verbose, at most, only proves to show ones higher learning
but to have a higher yearning for something thats burning
inside with a rage that cant be circumvented
its unrelenting
the way at which it eats and devours your soul
vanity... the devil's favorite sin
vanity is in
says he
so they buy up all the shiny things
and flaunt their belongings
puffing their chests like a rooster
but speaking out like a weakling
Superficial they say
but i like nice things says he
I have a PHD and I earned everything
so allow me to dwell in my things...
You may be able to swoon the masses
with words so beautiful that it amasses
and wells up a feeling so profound
that even the meanest tigers of Africa are soothed by your words
but without zeal and works your words
are as empty as your home and your heart
Wordly possessions come and go
the number of lovers is not flattering
its degrading
engraving in you a mark
that's hard to wash off
hard to lose
hard to leave
hard to breathe
choking out your last breath
until the stars become black spots
and the vision becomes blurry
but surely you were warned by mother
when you were a child that vanity would do you no good
poor thing... now you are alone
gone
sad
lost
depressed
repressed
and at the end of the road
when you feel that all is gone and you are done
He comes and no longer are you alone
extending a hand for you to take
a decision for you to make
to quit
get up and stand
and then start your journey anew
with the mindset of humility and candidness
denouncing supercilious matters
annoncing the new message, the new gospel
in the new temple...
not adorned with priceless jewels and rubies
but rather lambskin with simplicity
its merely that which cures superficiality
Categories:
candidness, life,
Form:
In life, does one find fault;
Does one realize the power of one’s words?
Are they passionate? These words-
Do they spill from ones lips?
With accidental; frivolous; nonsensical gibberish?
Or do they come forth with a momentous splendorous voice?
Is ones character flawed?
With uncouth and vulgar conduct?
Try not to find fault with polished images of handsome,
lucid, glowing features upon faces of elegant (not ugly)
But beautiful, impeccable faces scared with kisses from life
That creates, an original creature of mirrored admiration viewed by the world.
So one will find peace in placid fields of non-judgmental candidness and truth
And forge forward being accepted and loved.
Categories:
candidness, people
Form:
Free verse
Flower~~~ The Chinese Rose
10/30/2023
Words do not impress me at all.
Unless, they have a truly, human call.
Some, you dust with moonbeams!
Such poems inspire my dreams.
Some of your words, soft as the tone of a waterfall.
Others,like a pine tree, tall,with operatic bird calls.
So keep, penning, in the style which you do desire.
It’s your candidness, that is my most primary desire!
Categories:
candidness, how i feel, poetry,
Form:
Couplet