Best Compare Poems
Shall I compare thee to your mother's ****?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
Where steeples reach to touch the sky
and faithful bow their heads in prayer,
a wondrous sound fills wintry air
as choirs sing “Angels on High”.
Exalted words take wing and fly;
good tidings are for all to share
where steeples reach to touch the sky
and faithful bow their heads in prayer.
The morning of His birth is nigh;
each celebrates a Love so rare –
one precious Gift beyond compare!
His presence cannot be denied
where steeples reach to touch the sky.
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1/10/09
Writing Challenge- December, 2019 - I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
*Rondel - a variation of Rondeau
Shall I Compare You... ?
Shall I compare you to the sun?
Shining and warm, my dearest one
Shall I compare you to the moon?
Unique and bright, my greatest boon
Shall I compare you to the light?
Illuminating what not of sight
Shall I compare you to the knight?
in honour and dignity willing to fight
Shall I compare you to the Queen?
Admiring how you yourself preen
Shall I compare you to the heart?
You are the love bathing in my heart
Shall I compare you to life?
Of essence, lenient and tough
Shall I compare you to...?
You are beyond my similes and metaphors
You are above what I write of poetry forms
You are my mother
Of words I can add no other
Mother
Shall I compare thee to a work of art
which hangs eternal on museum wall?
Her smile forever sets this piece apart;
to all the Mona Lisa does enthrall.
The smile created by the artist’s brush
is frozen now throughout eternity;
a placid face, and skin without a blush;
a cold and lonely smile for all to see,
but, gleaming, your bright smile lights up the day;
a ray of sunshine meant for all to view.
Unlike the Mona Lisa cold and gray,
through soft brown eyes your love’s a shining hue;
and though we’ll pass, the grace your words impart
will ever show the beauty of your heart.
October 22, 2019
Shall I compare thee to the moon’s light?
Thou art as radiant as thee,
As I gaze upon thee in the night,
You give off the light needed to see.
Thine everlasting perfection,
Brings tears to those who stare,
Thy immaculate complexion,
Is like the moonlights glare.
Thy beauty is untouchable,
Like the light side of the moon,
Thy beauty is undeniable,
And I have yet to become immune.
Thy love is forever in my sight,
For this I compare thee to the moon’s light.
Shall I compare thee to a rainy day?
Thou art more dreary and more malignant.
Rough winds do shake the thrashing waves of bays,
And Neptune’s lease hath all too long a date.
Always too damp the eye of heaven hides,
And often is thy grey complexion dimmed;
And every air to air sometime collides,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal downpour will not fade
Nor lose possession of that air thou blow'st;
Now shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in aging lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this takes life from thee.
Shall I compare thee to an Autumn day?
Thou art more windy in the afternoon.
Old leaves of gold October throws away
Can never match your bottom's lively tune.
The scents of fruits are sweet at harvest time,
While scent of you can make a strong man cry.
Much beer and curry serve to fuel your crime
For saving scent of harvest I must sigh.
Each year the sweetness fades to winter rain,
When mud and grit are mixed with diesel fumes,
Your pungent stench appears whene'er you strain
Eternally we know your rank perfumes.
So long as beans are served and you still live,
You'll have a complex mix of scents to give.
A woman, the epitome of grace
A picture of beauty, a sight to behold
She is like a flower, with petals in place
A wonder to marvel, a story untold.
Her eyes, like stars, sparkle with life
They speak of her soul, pure and bright
Her smile, like sunshine, chases away strife
A true source of joy, a delight to sight.
She carries herself with poise and charm
Her gait, a dance, a graceful motion
She emanates warmth, like a fire in a calm
Her presence, a comfort, a soothing potion.
A woman, a force, a power to reckon
She is fierce, yet gentle, a paradox so true
Her love, like an ocean, deep and unbroken
Her spirit, like a phoenix, rises anew.
She is a nurturer, a protector, a guide
A beacon of hope, in times of despair
She is a warrior, with nothing to hide
A woman, a wonder, beyond compare.
A woman is a wonder to behold,
Her grace and beauty, a story untold.
She moves with a rhythm all her own,
A dance of life, with seeds she's sown.
Her eyes are like windows to her soul,
A place of depth and wisdom untold.
Her smile, a beacon of hope and light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
Her voice, a melody that soothes the heart,
A lullaby that can make us depart
To a world of peace and tranquility,
Where love and joy reign with humility.
Her strength is like a mighty river,
Unyielding, yet gentle and tender.
Her spirit, an unbreakable flame,
That can weather any storm, without shame.
A woman is a force to be reckoned with,
A power that can move mountains and shift
The tides of fate, and create a new dawn,
Where love and harmony will forever spawn.
So let us cherish the women in our lives,
Our mothers, sisters, daughters, and wives,
For they are the embodiment of love,
A gift from above, sent from heaven above.
So here's to the women, the queens of the world
Who make life beautiful, with their grace unfurled
May they always shine, like stars in the sky
And light up our lives, with their beauty and high.
Biggest Bra I Ever Saw
It was the biggest one I ever saw
So am writing a memoir about a bra;
To all laws known has an immunity
Based on all of science's ingenuity.
There is something that I did not deny
Which is the fantastic ability to falsify;
Together clanging could cause a calamity
Unknown to nature and all of humanity.
Can you imagine for whom the breasts toll
So we decided to take at least another poll
Biggest ones are always had by an ignoramus
And for the size both became world famous.
Can you believe that or how about this.
Beauty and the Big Breasts. What would
Disney think about them apples. Also,
would you have to be best dressed to
have the biggest breasts. See what the
Pearson Product Correlation Coefficient
is on that. Probably 0.9999 to allow for
error. Lastly, Her breasts were so debonair
that they both were beyond compare and
quite a scare. Jim Horn
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more grating and much more vile.
Foul winds do exit your own mouth today,
Makes me want to put you to sleep awhile.
Sometimes I’d slice some sort of soft sausage,
And often wish it was in fact your face;
Every incision, precision and rage.
I run away as fast, as thou keeps pace.
But the eternal pain in ass of mine
Which thou creates, for thou art a big toad;
Even to death’s eye would thou bring him brine,
Refusing you entrance to his abode.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, men will come to hate thee.
Shall I compare her to a crimson rose?
Her petals glisten in the morning air;
on slender stem, her gentle beauty shows
as bright sun rays are shining through her hair.
Her tender fragrance drifts and fills the room
with scented freshness of a summer's morn;
a lovely blossom and one would assume
that deep within, her beauty would be borne.
But as I reach to touch her slender stem
and draw her closer to my yearning heart;
I feel the trueness of this garden gem,
a piercing pain which hidden thorns impart.
. . . How can someone with such beauty be
so diff’rent underneath from what I see?
We must remember that beauty is only skin deep, it’s what is within the
heart that truly matters.
February 10, 2021
Shall I compare thee to a bum’s day?
Thou fart more lovely and more belle.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And the bum's lease hath all too strong a smell.
Sometime too stinky the smell of taco bell,
And often is his bean burrito dinner mass;
And every bum from bumland sometimes smells,
But chance, or nature's changing course causes gas.
But thy eternal smell shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that foul thou ow'st;
Nor shall you brag thou grade,
When in eternal scent, thou gross,
So long as men can breathe or have heart,
So long lives this, and this gives life to fart.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Skin bright,eyes shine brighter than the noon's ray.
A smile that gladdens the heart of a weary stranger,
And causes death to sigh in envy.
Shall I compare thee to the volcano?
The eyes of molten magma.
Piercing stare that melts the heart of the proudest man,
And the face that consumes one with awesome delight.
Shall I compare thee to the brightest star?
For your skin shines like the angel that you already are.
A face that causes the gloomy hell to shine bright,
And my stony heart,to leap in fiery delight.
What else shall I compare thee to?
For your beauty is greater than the diamonds too.
And your sunny face,
A testament of nature's ways.
When a leaf hung from bough or none at all,
The sun runs at the pace of cheetah,
And the moon travels at the velocity of a snail,
The darkness holds the world longer than before.
The razor-sharp mountain's peak creams with snowflakes,
Like a white chocolate piping swirled over dark mocha,
Stream and bogs freeze into icicles,
So trees, shrubs, and bushes were feared by tyranny winter,
The whole universe droops in sadness,
But the tyranny winter feels no remorse,
Standing tall and high stares at and smiles.
How beautifully, the merciful sun throws it's a beam,
How gently, the pitiful sun drives snows from mountain's peaks,
How happily, the trees, shrubs, and bushes rise and beam,
How dazzling sun washes away melancholy of all,
So I ask you, shall I be your winter sun?
you or for me
am feeling free
you have my key
with you too
am heavenly
in bed I sit and stare
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