Best Challenge Poems
majestic he seems, staring down at me
with provocative, charcoal-cavern eyes
challenging me to forge upward
massive boulders, slippery streams and fallen trees
arduous obstacles he puts before me
shall I take his dare
perhaps ascending a few steps closer
to cerulean heaven
reach out to touch the kaleidoscope rainbow
an arc above this complex journey’s struggle
or is communing with the universal consciousness
beyond reach
will I step, slip, stumble and fall
if I climb, seeking to prove myself
finding visions of self awareness
as he urges me on
only to wonder why I see nothing but myself
in a shroud of misty gray loneliness at the peak
far easier it would be
to lay my head upon the verdant meadow’s grassy pillow
content to admire him from afar
rather than challenge myself to win his approval
gratify my ambitious nature
what satisfaction will come
if I remain complacent in my life’s lackluster station
never growing, never knowing
what might have been
if I’d listened to his provocative voice
My Father,
See the little serpents slither
Among the Wolfsbane, the Foxglove and the Daffodil
My mother distains the creatures,
And fears the beauty of my garden
Though I see splendor in their movement
They dance carefully in the night,
The moonlight shining on their freshly shed scales
Why are they punished for an ancient wrong?
Why are they hated for their doings?
Am I like the snakes, in my father’s eye?
A limbless mistake? A falsehood you know,
As they wait to accuse,
And always abuse?
Fallen Lucifer laughs in the crevices,
As he has taken my brother with the rock of another,
My desires remain in the ground,
Among the burrowing creatures round
For it is a falsehood you know
That we, the children should be blamed
For a wrong made by the very ones who made us
I will dance in the moonlight,
I will water my beautiful, poisonous plants
And I will live and die like the ones before me
I will bear others, and keep watch of their growth
6/4/16
For The Five Word Challenge contest, hosted by Timothy Hicks
Five words used:
Lucifer
Know
Wolfsbane
Always
Little
Turbulent impervious obsidian lifeless world clouds God's compassionate
betrothed faithful prayer family.
Moonlight joy havens awestruck love elation.
Aquamarine wave spirits hot desire
beyond passion.
Lilac crescent sky petals.
Life bliss vows hope peace freedom melody.
Azure northern light winds kiss calm stars.
poetry in Motion : Marty Owens Tag you're it! use same words. :)
Love is a challenge
Love's challenging so fight with your lover,
Love's about holding each other everytime,
Love's amazing which needs patient,
Love's sadness but happiness is love,
Don't give up on love fight.
Love yours first and love will follow,
Love's full of pain but don't run for what you love,
Love's dark but patient brings light,
Love's kind and blind but it's challenging,
Don't give up on love fight.
Appreciate love and be patient for better days don't give up on hard times because everything fails until it becomes great
Just love love love what you have.
Time
Visit my father
Quality time together
Positive effect
A fresh bouquet of flowers
and a good hug for the health
Fact, he'll die here - and he knows
A day at the nursing home
04/03/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,
Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,
You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.
Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?
You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
Eight Word Challenge – After the Thrill is Gone
Like an exotic orchid in the glow
of moonbeams, I unfolded
vulnerable petals, inviting you in.
And even radiant rainbows would exult
in the opulence of our love.
But loving you was a roller coaster ride…
a ride you enjoyed; but the vicarious
thrill of waltzing on the edge of
an emotional chasm whittled away at my heart.
Now the thrill of the ride is gone,
and silken smiles on your satin lips
make a mockery of my feelings for you.
The impetus to love you has faded
like blush fading from the red roses
you left on my doorsteps last night.
Those heartbreaking red symbols of love,
I thrashed them; and their bruised petals
now adorn the garbage can in my backyard.
For they only multiplied my pain,
the pain you chiseled into my heart,
a heart still raw and deeply scarred...
after the thrill is gone.
09-02-2018
Contest: Eight Word Challenge – 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 3rd
8 words: vicarious, chasm, exult, opulence, silken, mockery, impetus, adorn
There are many poets on Poetry Soup
Deb’s limerick contest has thrown for a loop
Try as they might
They can’t write it right
To Deb it comes out smelling like poop
Deb's instructions I've tried to hit
While writing my own lim-er-ick
Each and every time
I miss the meter and the rhyme
Throw up my hands and exclaim, "Oh ... poop"
Six words that carry so much weight
for every situation in life
we need to have these words
as rumination
because no matter what
happens we will somehow
be challenged to live it out
we have a tendency to forget
that to have a clean heart
means getting rid of
hate, envy and anger –
it means being gentle,
it means being friendly
even towards a stranger,
the beggar on the street corner
the challenge remains
and my continual prayer is
“Lord, please create in me a clean heart”
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for thine challenge of will faces my very existence
now i scurry for no one but God, the Creator
i bow down to no other
challenge i will face with a whole heart
justified in faith
certified in sin... as i repent my wrongs
devastated i stand and wish to be no longer
Lord hear my cry, help me be stronger!
for thine challeges of daily tasks sometime seem impossible
are they really or is my strength failing me but why
i know not the circumstances, so i turn away from it all and look towards the sky
i bear within me a spirit of will
and i will overcome... i will defeat all my demons
not just some
I love the blank, bare page
unmarred by usage
untouched by erasure
thirsty as desert sand
expectant, waiting
to pull onto itself and hold
all the words of my heart.
Face to face, eye to eye
I stand tall and stay firm
My voice does not raise
And my tone does not change
I might listen... if I feel like it
But chances are...I won't believe you
I already know the words
The story is always the same
You are unchanging, but need to change
Your inflated ego will have you unable to see this
And no one would dare tell you...so I will
It's not okay to speak those words to me
I will not stand for it for a second
I don't use them with you
It's not okay to take friendship for granted
Acting sporadic like a leaf blowing without breeze
I don't do this to you
It's not okay to use me like a writing utensil
Picking me up until my ink evaporates
Then toss me away
I would never...could never...
Do that to anyone
You need to control your raging hormones
Just like you'd expect of a cycling woman
You need to start thinking first and acting much later
Instead of trying to erase mistakes...
The eraser is rubbing away
You should know also that I do take from you
But I do give to you, a heck of a lot in return
And don't you dare try to tell me otherwise
And that brings us to the lies
You will lie through, not so clenched teeth, to hurt in anger
Because there is no true reason to be angry
Or at least none you are willing to admit
Not even to yourself
But you thrive off the fight
Probably for the resulting attention
Am I perfect? nope not at all
You too are not
And even though you might know this
You still act like you are supposed to be higher
And hold the fact that I am human against me
I refuse to accept a slanted scale of friendship
I am the friend that would give up my last breath for those I love
Loyal even to people that hurt me
I know you will disagree
But even then, I was loyal
You just couldn't see
You've hurt me on beat
And the rhythm stays steady
I will not take it any longer
I am not the one who needs changing
Not this time
So don't tell me you're sorry...
Just show me
A poem including following words/phrases;
Nuclear waste
Baby food
Deodorant
Smiling Moon Face
Dog waste
Fortitude
Malicious love
Miracle of Fatima
Broken alarm clock
Lets see what you guys come up with; by Feb. One
Bonus points if you add; Peanut Butter and Jelly with Meatballs the daily special
tom
The Challenge
By Franklin Price
5/12/2015
The challenge of a rhyming poem
Having rhythm to it too
Is much like living daily life
In everything we do
The Ebb and flow of words on page
Contemplation for each phrase
Planning for our lives tomorrow
Contending with remaining days
Don't think too hard to find the word
That makes sense and will belong
Live your life with no regret
By doing right and never wrong
Think about the story
How the reader it will touch
Give of yourself to others
Don't think of yourself so much
The words will come if meant to be
As will the rhythm and the rhyme
The challenge of the life we live
Will resolve itself in time
Writing poetry is never easy.
Starting has always been hard.
Ideas rarely flow smoothly
Distractions leave the paper marred.
Thoughts confuse the writing
And never let me think.
Contradictions result from this
And drive me to the brink.
Meter and tone must be perfectly right
And rhyme must be even better.
“Proper Form” should be used,
On down to every letter.
The most difficult part of all
As some may quickly see,
Comes when trying to finish.
It is to end my poetry.