Best Clarifying Poems
SUN
Sunset
At days end
Once enjoyed by us
Over our middle years
Time gains momentum on us
"The sun still sets each day, let's enjoy once again."
Based on oil painting, The Sweetness Of The Sun"
Painted by: Leonid Afremov
Poetry form used: Clarifying Pyramid
For Brian
Warm, whimsical words surround me
Guiding me through the field of nouns
Shedding light on the beauty of a verb
Embracing me with the creation of verses
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Brilliants hues capture a bold stanza
Reflecting a dance of whimsy and creativity
Flowing with echoes of flourishing humility
Amid warm whispers of adverbs and pronouns
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Light shines upon the miracle of heartfelt terms
Expressions brought to life through faith, hope and love
Amazing poems built upon truth and serenity
Coming together to form a graceful ingenuity
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Words so alive they seem to blaze with a inner fire
Inspiring truths to be revealed inside their dreams
Clarifying the meanings and definitions in the term
Both peaceful and warm while breathing with desire
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There are not enough lyrics or expressions in a thought
To reveal the sense of naked beauty in a sweet phrase
Sending tremors of delight that thrill with an electric rhythm
Prompting nature to see the joy expressed within the creation
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Jubilant poetries descend like doves upon the fiery writer
Whose prose melt with a sense of intimacy and adoration
Sighs from the one who reads the sentences and paragraphs
Keeping the sweetest promises as memoirs of the letters
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Phrases and idioms replace melancholy, pain and grief
Enchanting souls with mysteries, truths and vibrant wisdoms
Enticing spirits to sing with joy and dance with enthusiasm
While there is time on earth to enjoy this delicious, artistic flow
Chapter
I'm sorry
I'm an *******
I'm not sure
how this began
but it must end.
If we continued,
I couldn’t face myself
in the mirror
as I can’t look
into your eyes.
Now.
My wife and I
have a history
of interdependency
and failing
but there are
huge expectations
in our children’s eyes.
They are my story
I'm but a sorry chapter
in your tale
which we should never
have opened
and now must,
sadly, close
I'm sorry
I'm an *******
but this
must end.
DWR - Ianuarius
MCMXCVII
Footnote
I’m sorry you feel
this must end.
Sorrier that you are
feeling badly.
While you are not
sure how it started,
I’ve known how we
would end up
the moment I laid
eyes on you.
While you think to me
you are but a sorry chapter.
In truth,
you are like the footnotes of my existence --
explaining a source of my preferences;
providing additional relevant material;
suggesting other areas to explore;
clarifying unclear parts.....
I’m sorry you feel
this must end.
Sorrier that you are
feeling badly.
While we have
spouses that need us,
I think we do enjoy
and need each other.
Flashette Jan 24 1997
post and echo of an imaginary affair
Thoughtfulness
Caring
Listen, clarifying
Sincerity and empathy
Happiness for another’s good fortune
Giving benefit of the doubt
Wisely not advising
Considerate
Thoughtfulness
Oh turbulence. Must you wait in a dusty corner. Shake round and around. Clearance clarifying chatting chambers. How rather charismatic and charades played by orchestra are neither plucked nor picked. Residue of a salt licking burping plant. Sitting on wheels is no good when standing is necessary for jet propelled motion. Stick insect labelling a fuzzy drink. Very methodical. Govern not a tidal wave of sprinkling glitter dust portions. And slice the cake evenly. Ok then that's good. Smish smash sail ego dome. Mish mash pull pile. Embroidered embryonic emblematic embedded encrusted encyclopedia. That turns in many loops in a diversion dive. Critical cancellation crossing covered conical chamber chasms. Procrastination is neither a powerful PowerPoint presentation nor a planted playful pickle. Giggle not at a googly eyed worm working washing and waving. For it is neither the clan of the cabbage nearby nor is it the whale waitress of the north that climbs to place the beacons of ballooning ballet buffalos. Come tonight then. Sit down. Stay in a rendezvous of a reached restitution resting. And the one eyed loaf of bread will need kneading after kneeling down in a creatively baked sauce. At this time it is very important to follow the advice of eleven elevated radishes, an aloe Vera plant, a ninety metre octave in a cloak, a duster, and the little shiny fish fork. Good. Haha and a bottle of ketchup rising from the work surface. Hahaha escaping juice escaping haha running rioting righteous ringdonuts. Xxxxx denominational z
Sound so softly yet audible enough to hear
The spectrum of words echoing between each ear
The voice gone unheard yet heard perfectly clear
Something within you now has become full of fear
When the little hairs stand up straight in attention
The mind automatically goes into a mode of prevention
As the evil lurks around you ponder its intention
Lost within the abuse of all the words never mentioned
The stomach muscles tighten as the panic starts to arise
Calm down the inner sickness, deep breath, shallow sighs
Fighting to regain control as your anxiety slowly dies
Clarifying the truth out of the sound that whispered lies
bmdavey@11/27/19
Cinema Complexity,
I flex with Two Queens,
A box office specialty,
Especially with a sex scene,
English movers,
Movie goers,
Apocalyptic Mind Reading Flame Throwers,
Alien best friends,
Sarcastic gentlemen,
Leave your scent in the shower,
Walk out clean and empowered,
With a sunny disposition,
And a summer glower,
Truncated wires,
Flash bang blinders,
Rub and Tug with your service provider,
That sluggish lingering of credit defilers,
That euphoric tingling,
Blazing hot circuits spindling,
Touch gloves,
Touch hearts,
Touchy subjects,
Pointing out mistakes,
And clarifying sub-text.
by Michaelw1two
The bond between, mind’s words once penned
and heart’s truth; exasperated thoughts
expressing mind’s din, or clarifying those
mixed deep within unconsciousness
and callous dream; one’s shadowy scene
crying out doubt, into redemption’s gleam
released upon time’s refresh
amidst renewal of one wright’s behest
this gatherings need, blood let, a soul’s bleed
poured afresh to pond, over parchment’s page
then mixed and splayed, until thoughts fused
render that write towards each mind’s surrender
in the enjoyment of this prose read
symbolic once and only thus
as ends to means, tales telling told
bawdiness or feelings bold
whisperings fresh behoove
thinking’s worst and then
behaviour’s drip an empty pen
scratching against this parchment’s thirst
and mind retracts, a fear filled tact
hesitant and then again dissolved
in other words searched, the line resolved
jealously tense and congealed, one’s thrall
ink’s stretch regains an opinion’s stroll
onto further ends, this thought extolls
as finish, to just this one phrase
contained therein, four lines or five
one thought or inspiration
leading where, to some place bared
upon this word wright’s persuasions
thorough twists and turns and subtleties
belie the chance peruse, believe
words meek alone but when combined
elicit an inner beasts cruel fury
or, calm the freaked and lost and dulled
cause to each, an opening mind’s discourse
and further bring to this wrights table set
a friendship earned and continuation
of thought through mind’s rapport.
May 2013
At backward glance; lie the memory of my eyes meeting yours in passing...
In that moment— faster than the speed of sound a feeling so powerful pierced my emotions...
Leaving me with a feeling of something missed; yet revealing our differences would stand in the way of anything meaningful...
Over the years— differences and distance would keep us apart.
Decisions we'd make— and those made for us would be the madness to the method that would fine-tune us; our spirituality...
What the Creator has in store— knows— no boundaries...
Backward glance forward; again our eyes meet—staring back at me
a mirrored image; you—me, me—you.
Strength— chiseled in your face and in your voice like the hardest of stone. And the feeling of meant to be now a reality; clarifying the difference between love and maybe...
Your first touch— Heavenly. As if ordered by the Creator himself as we climb inside each other and become one...
Growing old with you is a dream come true; my friend—my confidant—my forever love...
Too often I have heard, in overcrowded English classes,
a long speech from the smartest professor of literature using
too many words to annoy students who couldn't help laughing;
they'd have understood, if he had only used a fewer words!
" What a boring teacher we have! " someone yelled from the auditorium.
Yes, it raised eyebrows even across the nearby stadium,
where many were listening without much focus or interest,
" He should have been a preacher instead! " another student cried out.
" Make your point, don't waste your energy on eloquence and feeling!"
The outspoken, well-dressed young man shouted. Then he added,
" Are you reading poetry or clarifying the subject? And he continued
saying, " The shorter, the clearer...so that we can grasp it's meaning!"
Every bugged face turned its attention to him, applauding with incredible delirium,
but the professor angered at them, quickly stepped down the podium...
bursting into tears from the embarrassment and the bewildering looks;
perhaps having recognized his stupidity, he'd have been better off writing books!
Our teacher says, “By peer teaching you can learn,
You can share your thoughts lovingly through cooperation”
But there’s always a big problem with my peer partner, Fern
She's quite clumsy! Keeps dropping her stuffs when it’s my turn.
She crawls on the floor to get things, taking time to get up,
Her attention is so shallow, my patience is no longer enough;
Just enjoy crawling on the floor my friend, I won’t let you stop,
Anyways, you’re the best student in this class… always at the top.
I’ll just lay down cozily my head on our old school desk,
Thanks for sharing your bright ideas, clarifying things and all the rest;
I fervently hope you won’t hurt your knees, back and neck,
And nobody will find you crawling on the floor especially Mrs. Leclercq.
Sometimes I do
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I will to
And want but won't
Sometimes I want
And can and will
'F'ya wanna know which one
Just ask, “What's the deal?”
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Semi-random thoughts on clarifying in collaboration vs. wild-wicked assuming solo.....
oh, wait! I misspelled 'F'ya.. is only 'fya.. so much for indulgence.. hope I've not wasted y'all's time.. whew, that feels better!
A SOUL IS DIVINE
Poems about a soul, got me to thinking … perhaps we identify what it is we are discussing.
A soul is really something very very special my friends, but exactly…
What is a soul?
When did the soul come into existence?
Is it immortal? …. Is it immaterial and invisible?
Popular opinions differ, and offer vague unfocused ideas. friends please note I am not sharing my opinion or world’s popular opinion.
Perhaps you’ve been taught KJ version,Hebrew. 6:18 It’s impossible
for God to lie.
So you’ll agree, the Bible’s as good a place to begin our research,
According to Gen.2: 7 “Man became a. living soul”
God did not make a body and put a soul into it. Like putting a body
into an envelop of dust.
God formed man’s body from the dust, then by breathing divine breath
into it, God made the body of dust live.
The dust did not include a soul, the dust became a soul, a living breathing creature!
Clarifying scripture,KJ version, Joshua 11:11 - And they smote all the souls that were therein with the edge of the sword, utterly destroying them:there was not any left to breath.:
God presents a clear picture of a soul. He’s answering opening questions.
Is soul Immortal? No! When stopped breathing, soul was destroyed
Is soul immaterial and invisible? No! Had to be visible to smote it with
edge of the sword.
Hope you agree it doesn’t take a genius to recognize the concept of a
immaterial immortal soul—distinct from the body is not supported by God’s word, and he cannot lie.
So I’d like to leave you my friends, with two questions. Why are pagan lies more popular around the world than the truth regarding the soul?
Why have worlds religions refused to show and teach God’s truth’s
Hope this opens the door to in-depth concordance research.
Contest: A SOUL IS DIVINE
Sponsor: Mohan Chutan
The suns eye is falling, ash from the ground drowns the trees
In a sea of dark grey and exfoliated black leaves Falling…
singing a song that echoes through the woods of this cradle of life
only a few rays can pierce through the thick smoke that has engulfed the skies as if the heaven had decided it was time to relocate
the last ray of sunlight finds its mark on a plummeting leaf as it hits the ground a puff of dust rises and kisses its blades…
thus clarifying the saying of “whatever goes up must come down”
the smell of burning wood evades my nostrils, the crackling sounds of wood burning mirrors the screams of helplessness and pain these trees have endured.
When the night awakens the fowls fly over the place they once called home… a red glow illuminating the tree like a giant neuron.
Written: May 13, 2023
3rd contest winner
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Lichen lilies lavishness,
outwardly shine as canorous core,
an idyllic sight of buds bursting
a ballet of aromas filled the sky,
as dulcet spring hues dump down.
Butterflies seduce
with trellised wings
amid ethereal sapphire
mist of Elysium,
I tossed my amorous nexus gloss,
countless metaphors emerge
an abyssal-rooted niche of insight,
a sporadic charm is startling
and delightful.
At sunrise, red orioles flutter
garden spring on my balcony,
ushering with cheerful chirps.
Emerald lime stains all that,
wild geese honk loudly,
ebbing from tropic migration
a cluster of violet fern flowers
zestful azure azaleas
vibrant daffodils are in bloom
fluffy tulips in all their glory
buoyant spring hues aurify the clay.
Beyond that, there is no bounds
amid hypnotic Eve and pinnacle
from a charmed sight
my gaze is wide and riveted,
through this impressive display,
an exuberant plethora of shades
glistening on rain-washed skin,
sky-smitten, diaphanous blithe
melting into mesmerizing shapes
strange sights subdue my mind,
as my heart beats with delight,
emerging from its hushed cocoon.
a vision of ageless grace.
Initiating sensory stimulation.
witness the marvelous artwork.
carefully crafted by a skilled hand
to bequeath a masterpiece
beaming with the spirit of love
a mesmerizing charm
a live sculpture in motion
& a pure symphonic melody
embrace a cosmic radiance
amidst a celestial daydream,
dazzling in a blaze of sequins
my heart is yearning,
an enthralling rhythm echoes within
optimism surrounds splendor
this exquisite ruffle relic,
a morphing metaphor draws on forever
clarifying the layout of magnificence.
Beads of lilac amethyst
observe a lunar synodic cycle
debunking twilight
desultory musings
an auric haze wrapping
jubilant jewels are in motion
I am an awe-struck artist
weaving a quilt of love,
a dazzling aura of shining words
playing a whispering debate
under dulcet moon glow
In unique words,
stars are willing to shine for us
our love outshines all else
even most dazzling clusters,
an equally bright radiance
all over, a billion red diamonds
under oriental lily skies.