Best Compiling Poems
If only for a moment,
I could swoop you away.
I’d plan an entire night,
Easing the stress of the day.
Fresh cut roses in a vase,
And a candle lit dinner.
My mind races with thoughts,
And girl, you’re the winner.
Delve into this ecstasy,
For my love’s not a mirage.
After your lovely dinner,
I’d give you a massage.
Take the load off your feet,
And let my fingers flow.
Lets just sail away,
To wherever this may go.
I want to see you chill,
And clear out your head.
Relaxing with no worries,
As the best lies ahead.
With a cluster of grapes,
And a little red wine.
A hint of soft music,
For you to unwind.
Releasing your tension,
I like to see you smiling.
And the layers of fun,
Are just now compiling.
A late walk on the beach,
Unforgettable memories on sand.
I’d be your noble servant,
Every wish at your command.
If you need to get away,
Come spend an evening with me.
Our action’s would write a book,
Of the greatest love poetry.
Stands on the land of heterodox
Who's the mightiest God of all?
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts
Those who exclaimed about the God who never fall
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Who's the mightiest God of all?
Seekers, believers, heathens and philosophers with their point of view
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Compiling the ideas piece by piece
Who are we without all these idealism?
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
At the end world leads to anarchism
They failed to adhere what they create
Who are we without all these idealism?
The idea of God and religion become skeptical trait
They failed to adhere what they create
Stands on the land of heterodox
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts
*This poem inspired by the contest that held by Richard Lamoureux, which I failed to join, but somehow I come up with this idea. Thank you for the inspiration :D.
Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
Relic compiling spotlight show seduction
Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher
Adapted lady adorns princely throne
Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan
Imbibing cover only, for information dreads
Mould folded within her novel costume
Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu
Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
- Fifth September
Fabricating Sculptor
It's hard to do an absolute classic,
First finding the words to create your piece,
Then compiling them is another trick,
The formula you will have to increase.
With so many forms one has to master,
Many poets simply stick to just one form,
Like a bird perched up high on a rafter,
Poetry comes in like a flood and storm.
The poet's life is lived as surreal,
A great many have a need to explain,
What it is exactly that makes them feel,
Some are extravagant, some are quite plain.
There is one thing they all have in common,
They all give others great inspiration.
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(Ten syllables per line)
"'He,' whom speaks into existence those things which were not as though, they are...." ~
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Fables; to dream these seemingly impossible things!?
A compiling compound upon the pages of a lifes, forever tarnishing of stories....
Drinking this mixture of both poison and cure; night after night and, day upon day
Finding but, these mostly barren tainted walls; no repreives and no relief; vacancies
This continuing onslaughts never ceasing to slay, the spirit of a living hope ~
Until one day the precious heart so finds, no more air left to breathe; condemned
Slowly, it dies....
Depicting cycles repeating themselves once more as, deeper, into the mire they fall
Beauty desperately countering within; framed moments to stem, these portraits; illusions
Painted upon the canvas of creations reasons not knowing thus, nothing to win and or, lose?!
Destinies foreclosures; deposits towards the paradigms of, signed sealed and delivereds
Reciprocating affairs, amid the not so magical mystical mystery tours; misled....
Ponderings upon the reparians reflective waters; refrains perceptions; lost in the muse
Bleed me a river please and then, break me in two, time and time and time, again!?
Quondam sleeping now as, waxings cankerous sores somehow, speak their tolls
Tomorrows, priceless tears....
Diagnosis being it so hopeless then, let us gather in what we can, while we can; deja vu
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The house, of fallon dreams?!
Note: Smile ~ I was listening a bit earlier to the song, "Beautiful," by Mercy Me & I thought
About certain lives & souls so, painted them a poe ~ "My 'Love & Warmth,' Always," John!:) ~
To capture a moment in your hands
To hold it, study it,
Look deeply into all things composing this moment.
Compiling a mental list of ingredients
And dissecting the consequences of this moment.
To crush this moment that you are grasping in your hands.
Extinguishing all life in it.
Executing something out of your own control.
Refusing the opportunity to channel this moment.
Exercising the possession of this moment before it flourishes.
Feeling the thunder of this moment.
Crash upon all levels of consciousness.
Defeating all futile attempts at righteousness.
Running from this moment as if behind you,
But truly it is front of you, glistening on the horizon.
The punch line of all moments is in evading the capture.
Being passed by, refused, overlooked, denial of acknowledgements and
accolades.
Narrow minded, business always, imagination less nobodies.
Embodying nothing.
Hands gnarled with bitterness, lacking the ability to even capture life itself.
The exact essence of a moment.
Of the living embodiment of it's fleeting seconds.
A luxurious gift whether new and shiny or in tattered and faded wrappings.
Makeup who you are, your being.
Each heartbeat we fail to recognize, is just another fleeting moment of our life.
Genuinely!
I've not been the most frequent on this pen
But there are men and women, boys and girls
That have used it to walk on the shores of emotions,
Showing conviction to inspire an evolution
Using Compiling lines that demand admiration
Making this art beautiful and thought provoking
Invoking sensations of humor, love, sorrow, inspiration
They have gone the extra mile
Moving people and spreading innovations
Poets are philosophers
Campaigners of a world controlled by the mind
Creators of nations where reasons and feelings are combined
Inventors of spheres where dictions and connotations are aligned
In the only art form that knows how: Poetry
It's a lubrication to our souls
A beeline route to the heart
It's array of imaginations obligate consciousness
With verses of heavenly adoration
Poetry push motivation into dying bodies
Like doctors healing patients on life support
Conveyed through comedy or romance, activism or insight
Just the right words in just the right ways turn poems into vitamins
nourishing our fading bodies with endless possibilities
By connecting ink to paper
Poets through poems
Highlights the most extraordinary factors of life
Into the most ordinary style possible
The raw use of vernacular makes this art spectacular
They're ideas without frontiers
Lines fused to mold our dreams into entities
Verses and imagery construct poems into precisely powerful printings
That have touched so many lives
Having the greatest effect on me
And this is Phenomenal!
Feeling alone like I’m by myself on an Island,
Spending time within my mind and forever rhyming,
Remembering everything comes together slowly when ya smiling,
Like a raw gem that transforms into a well-crafted diamond,
While aware of the memories in the shadows that keep crying,
Tomorrows a better day when we can see over the horizon,
Compiling and filing my thoughts with perfect timing,
Always protecting my inner being while reconciling as I climb,
Climbing this ladder in this life I was given,
Driven by the beauty I see,
Knowing where I come from through my family tree,
Knowing where I’ve been, what I’ve seen,
With an active mind with neurons connecting,
Directing notions without any commotions,
Our imaginations are like the ocean,
Vast with changing tides of emotion,
Unspoken words become broken,
If you continue to keep silent,
This life we are experiencing can be vibrant,
So I look out the window and past the social climate,
Stop hiding and check out some info,
Gaining strength as I go, my way,
This is true wealth making sure I don’t betray myself,
Looking to a bookshelf to help myself learn,
Understanding one’s self has to be earned,
Through the burning temptations as I yearn for more,
The need to explore through the open door to find what’s yours,
Working on my mental flaws as I pause to give thanks,
Lighting my lamp in times of darkness,
Seeing the vastness in my mind,
Finding I have greatness that needs to be rhymed,
Designed and well organized by my inner sidekick,
Quick and honest with no nonsense I give thanks to my subconscious,
As I make a promise to myself with my inner logic,
To always write my insight and be cautious and flawless.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 30.4.2016
The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.
Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
Compiling the days that define myself to myself
Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
Building up a narrative.
So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.
Childhood: Flash
Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
Empty Nest: Flash.
Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me
The particles dance and shift
Cells die to be replaced
The face in the mirror becomes my father's
Molecule by molecule
With each passing instant.
The particles dance and shift
Moving back towards the dark unknown
From which they came,
Yet somehow in the midst of it
The I that was
And am
And shall be
Remains to watch the long parade unfold.
And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -
And then, my fellow marchers,
O my many, varied Loves,
On that last Winter's day,
Where will we be,
Where will we be?
What musics shall we hear?
What wonders might we see?
Coma like consciousness resurfaces
Enclosed in a capsule shaped sleep chamber
A few vague abstract shapes pass and repass
Overhead LED lights flash response
Feeling for control pressure area
Oxygen floods now obsolete chamber
The glass frame clicks and glides swiftly open
Stepping out Grayson squats to do knee bends
"Hi" and a friendly tap on his shoulder confirms
First Mate Adams has likewise awakened
Refreshed after a dry crystal shower
He meets up with his colleague once again
The onboard computer interrupts with
update logistical data read out
Which lasts approx. eleven earth hours
Grayson takes up his first watch duty role
Familiarising relevant complans
Compiling notes on configurations
While studying the moon's crater surface
Alien report flashes up on screen
Sentient. All O.K. No import flares
Star Planet Ogilvy one light year away
"Hi Grayson", greets Adam's approaching frame
"Any adverse affects from your nano sleep?"
"No Doc", Grayson responds positively
Then automatically checks his stun gun
Noting Adams back view does not compute
A pulsating neck protuberance glows red
Horror struck Grayson then sees it turn purple
As he raises his gun to eye level
Adams then turns unexpectedly
Seeing the lazar ray hone in on him
Smile freezes and registers shock on his face.
Dated: 9th March 2014
Sprouted from the depth and leapt for the height
Tremendous epoch-making in sight
Just like a raw gem that transforms on motion
Our imaginations are like the ocean
Her noble mind in noble thoughts we see
Now, see hordes of hospitality over the fee
Sons and daughters home-like honied hive
Sweet sounds of joy as success rain remains
Compiling great students with learning domains
Here is the name; read as you may
Our chronicles of great history pave the way
Organized and industrious like ants in a row
Learners ring out laughter as bells echo
See them as they seize and pluck the day
A god given gift is my one and only mother,
courteous and conveying more than any other.
When the era was shaded, you accommodated the light,
when my perception was not luminous, you bestowed my sight.
Powering the fluorescent light when the allotment was dim,
O mother, I can truly opine what a divine blessing its bin.
Each moment I spend with you is an equivalent to a hidden treasure,
each memory I share with you has eternally been a pleasure.
You are the ultimate significance to me alive,
without your presence life is not worth the survive.
Cherishing and nurturing with your tongue,
O mother how your words are so sweetly sung.
I apprize and adulate the arena you glide upon,
your beauty is comparison to one that of a swan.
So delicately poised, a mother's place,
the one no alternate human-being can ever replace.
For your children and husband you slave away,
O mother how can I ever repay.
I'm compiling my poetry work into a book, and looking to partner with a publisher. If anyone
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Know How to Adjust to Traffic Flow
After through whole meal completed each course
Should all of his disturbing thoughts we endorse?
Who we know now is becoming world renown
Person who many times over has been a clown.
His wife soon will be on another TV show
Her face wore a frown and did not glow
Instead of laughing and always smiling
Numbers in her big brain was compiling.
Still Bernie's taxes have not been filed
What it looks like must really be wild
Deducted for maple syrup with no preservation
Turned to alcohol and donated to a reservation.
Another was for Vermont and their being
Place for handicapped to do downhill skiing
In direction again more than likely did shift
And now skiers ride both ways on the lift.
Direction Bernie goes in is complete opposite
Which is something that he will have to admit
Should be like Hillary who is always in the know
Everyone knows how to keep her ducks in a row.
(Oh, and how to adjust to traffic flow.)
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Spiraling simulations surfacing,
scattering synthetic secretions...
Constitution compiling constructs,
chimera copulations condescending…
Hope harvesting hallucinations,
halcyon harmonics hovering…
Eternities embracing ethereal etchings,
engulfing endometrium’s echo…
Dissociation disrupting dreams,
daunting deflective deception…
Illicit Illusions idling,
identical igneous illusory immanent…
Astral ambient abode,
abeyant assimilation abductions arising…
Licentious lethargic lioness longing,
levitating luring landscapes…
Sculptural synergies succumbing,
sensual sensations shuddering.
Background music...by Ennja
"No Matter"
With a female virtual voice
July.05.2019
Another Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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A Syllable is the sound of a vowel
Created when pronouncing a word
Tanka’s require you to count them
At first this seems quite absurd
These non-rhyming poems are written
To challenge and test your skill
At first they seem quite simple
But they’ll certainly test your will
Once your poem has been drafted
Count your syllables again, and again
Remember the ancient formula
Because Tanka’s are unique in this game
Subtract any silent vowels
Like ‘e’ at the end of a word
Then source any hidden diphthongs
That’s when two vowels make one, when heard
Now you realise the difficulty
Of compiling such a simple verse
Writing a Tanka poem
Is more complex than you once thought at first