Best Comprehensions Poems
Hush now, all little children by the shadows of night,
Don’t resist, beware let the sleep take you, be at an uneasy peace,
For resistance is futile against this dream stalker,
Whom travels on the brain waves, of the unconscious mind?
Apparitions Spector, a vaporous wraith living on our inner
Deepest fears, a vampire of nightmares, feasting at the
Edge of panics scream, hidden is he beneath the layers
Of our worst horrific night terrors.
Comprehensions undetectable intruder, a burglar forcing
Entry by the elliptical moons anti rational sliding door,
A corporeal beast, thriving on the adrenaline rush,
Of the flight or freight, factors throbbing heart beat!
He this untouchable, whom slides his icy fingertips down
The backs of humanity, causing the fine hairs our necks
To rise and flair, a tip toeing sadist walking the delicate
Tightrope of our thin vail of dreams, than striking at us
With dreads demonic weapon, as we the innocent
Victim slumbers in depths deepest REM sleep.
Oh is he not the bogeyman's sandman, with his dark
Seeded bag of mischievous tricks, cast over his silhouetted
Shoulder, sneaking in the hallowed shadows of the nights
Blackened embrace.
An invisible phosphorus troll, existing without form or mass,
Slithering as a nocturnal snake, hunting the stilled warm
Embodied essence of humanity while we sleep,
And laughing at us this vaporous jackal, while we
Choke on his black nightmarish moon dust of death.
Pray faithful child beneath the illusions of the lit divide,
For guardians protection while thy rest,
So you may awaken in the warming breath. of
The next morning’s sunrise, for at night the
Demon of nightmares stalks for the hearts of the
Innocence and he takes no prisoners.
Now some may say that this mythical legend is
Just a story to scare little children, to make them
Go to sleep at night without a fight.
But others know the real truth about this
Spirit beast of olden times, these the watchers
Of dreams, and they say beware the sandman,
For he is always waiting, aware, lying in the
Blackness abyss of mankind's nightmares.
A child's pray,
Now I lain me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep,
For if I shall die before I wake,
I wish the lord my soul to keep,
And not the sandman to take!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
comprehensions, adventure, fantasy, gothic, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
Their is a God.In flesh we will not see his face.However we will see pieces of him in mother natures face. Natures aqua I indulge in, purity of his being and grace .I take a gander at shallow but deep water, and I nearly catch a glimpse of his face. A image we can not trace, looking into water searching for oddities timidly twinkling behind image of self, in mirror of water. Obfuscated by rays of sun complicating images reflected into water and image of water reflected in soul.None can be clearly perceived,that is mystery,that is the hidden God in all, you and me flower and tree, all covered by hazy mist to guard and separate ,what is and what is not to be know.For reasoning beyond comprehensions and perception.The hands of leaves graciously applaud and sings for a kingdom unknown or shown.A land that is inconceivable beyond feeble flesh and bone perhaps a place where every humans faith may or may not be etched in stone,but for certain we don't walk alone. The hands of leaves sings his song with grandiosity. Singing in code alongside hymns of enchanting species on earth. Songs we are told, but never told to be understood for our own good.If other wise we would all be doomed,for instance God blessed us with geniuses and we make weapons of mass destruction. Why should he unveil more mysteries and knowledge? To cause more malice and destruction? Animals and nature, chant songs of spiritual secrets, worldly an beyond secrets.This knowledge the forbidden fruit, only to suit the beings of another realm but still connecting us to it in ways the flesh can bear.If trees,birds and all of nature could talk human languages, mysteries would be no more. What happens when a bright light flashes in front your eyes? Don't you briefly lose sight? what happens when a loud horn blows in your ear doesn't it ring? The same concepts and effects applys with the high volumes and inconceivable power of our God and mysteries that follow. Imagine the the sounds, the sight and the feeling of the life beyond do you think the flesh can bear or withstand such insurmountable grandeur.The wind so much like God its never seen.The wind so much like God its effects are seen, but still remains invisible.The wind carry's breath death things of all volumes and that which feeble flesh cant perceive,I BELIEVE THE WIND IS GOD..... WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN.....
BY: Elliott Bowe
Categories:
comprehensions, art, imagination, life, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
there is a street in every town and city
that society observes with empty pity
as they pass by without any actual care
while they enjoy their materialistic share
''glad it's not me'' they say
as they walk away
''not my problem''
''I can't help them!''
''have no time today''
they do not know real truth of the street
as they see children running in bare feet
blaming drugs and alcohol as the reason
when really it may be some other treason
''they’re lazy scum'' they say
as they look away
''such a problem''
''not helping them!''
''have no time today''
some in the street have been unfortunate
possibilities in life have never been great
and others had difficulties to be educated
as society comprehensions are exaggerated
''a waste of taxes'' they say
as they frown away
''what a problem''
''don't help them!''
''have no time today''
everyone in the street scarcely can exist
as the avariciousness of society persist
the everyday struggle can take it's toll
while the negativeness continues to roll
''don't need them'' they say
as they hide away
''annoying problem''
''why help them?!''
''have no time today''
if only society can walk down the street
to really understand it all in a heartbeat
maybe things would be improved for all
c'mon society it's up to you, it's your call
''let's all unite'' I do say
not running away
''fix the problem''
''we can help them!''
''have time today''
Categories:
comprehensions, addiction, people, poverty, psychological,
Form:
Ballad
Child of sun and sky, child of isle and sea,
the moon and stars to light my earthly trail -
his the taken road, the unmapped journey,
his the unwritten Oscarian tale!
When beyond mortal youth this world you quest
leave behind unworldly comprehensions -
seek it wide, seek it wise, and seek it blest
and beseech its higher interventions.
Long may the Muses sing when your heart sighs,
true your lyre echo, your mighty bow draw -
estrange yourself from the Gods in disguise
and believe in you and all you care for.
When the blast of heavenly trumpets come
yours eternal will be a new kingdom.
Written: March 2010
Pic above: Oscar at 4 or 5 years old.
Categories:
comprehensions, birthday, son,
Form:
Sonnet
'T was a pen pal that commence,
H appy sharing we comprehend,
A ll seasons get along its drench,
N evertheless acquaintance never change,
K ey word is hope and confidence.
Y et, a dream and admiration,
O h! how earful consolidation,
U tmost understanding with direction.
M ishap and short comings awaits
Y et we feel the ambiance outright.
W hispering strive and years of Love,
I nner desire of romantic wave,
F riends, families, come and observe,
E ternal binding agreement engraves.
R ing this affair to all our contemporaries,
U ltimate comprehensions are legendaries,
B ring peace and harmony with clarities,
Y es! you paint colors to my life peculiarities.
Categories:
comprehensions, love, mystery, sympathy, uplifting,
Form:
Melting clocks hanging from the branches of trees.
A strange array of objects without time or place.
Butterflies emerge flying against the breeze.
Nothing makes any sense within this inner space.
Salvador, you brought us into a world so strange.
A motley of colors within a plane of two dimensions.
Disseminated disproportionate entities within a range.
Few of the brightest can grasp comprehensions.
You are gone, but your work we can see.
It is all a venturous escape from reality.
"Persistence of Memory"
by Salvador Dali
Categories:
comprehensions, art, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
Romans 14:19 KJV "Let us, therefore, follow after the things which make for peace, and things wherewith one may edify another."
The Symbiont Us
Opposing energies magnetize their clustered convictions,
Lastly, amassed intentions remain beyond comprehensions,
Presently, polarized detachments collapse in their face-off,
Ulterior effectiveness spotlights their futile parties,
Action demands prompt communication, trust begins to rise,
Credence anchors individual aspirations to form,
Insights gaining momentum furtherance sparks enthusiasm,
Welcoming yielded principles, sanctions relevant accord,
Restrict naught one's conclusions with a particular outlook,
Narrow points exert pressure amongst willing participants,
Obstructs equitable compromise shadowing a stalemate,
Broaden perspectives enables means for negotiation,
Opportunities will modify one's beholden opinions,
At all times, vast or modest, voice concerns without skepticism,
Participation amidst others will rally the reserved,
Cooperation inaugurate embraced invitations,
Unswervingly, uniting the collective wholeheartedly,
In hindsight, repetitious history craves inferred foresight:
Matured apple-eaters, riped-keepers of the lesser kingdoms,
Furthermore, equanimity midst all that encompasses,
And to that end, understanding, we are resolved, henceforward,
Our prospective generations', producing the greatest
Godsend as Earth's human symbionts ... what I (really) want.
2021 April 03 *NPA: No Party Affiliation - Hawaii/1974 NPP: No Party Preference - California/1976
*2nd Place*
What You Really Want
~~Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
comprehensions, appreciation, earth, nature, people,
Form:
Political Verse
I sit still and thoughts of you make me so! so!so! wet
Laughter smiles inside my once burden mystic mind
And yet today is with joy, I can think so! so! so!
Unwrap these shadows of faded vision I seek
My reality creeps aimlessly I am happy to say so! so!so!
Chuckled to myself reminiscing my inner glows
turns on and on and I shout so! so!so!
Only the deep see my comprehensions of
Love, laughter, happiness, passion and yes fear too
I live my life with no regrets and I say
so! so! so!
©Pamela creary PAC 2008
Categories:
comprehensions, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Tempest tossed along lost dreams
Salted wounds in these tears stream
Flood gates washed about
Drowning amid dimensions latent, further
Within whirlpool, a limbo
Of languages ancient yet, not unknown
Aligning streaks
In saddening ire
Off a cleft
Symbolizing
A drop of broken life
Retire
Randomly inhalations
With raiment chills pillaging
From once atmosphere still
Arbitrary evicting fervent to tepid
Chasing back the last breath of jilts
And grasping out for dear air
Comprehensions of all that is
And never was, really fair
Involuntary reflexes
Merely, flex once more
In captivation of unawares
Thus, stumbles unto a now idle flesh
Of a nucleus without feeling any longer
Redefining the promises
Of the forever there
Unto the being
Organs eternally continue struggling
Among a clutching entrench
They crumble in
Collapse and give
To once, its rhythmic yearning song
Only time, beats stronger on
And soon shall counter part
In beginnings of resolve
All somewhere deep within a broken heart
Categories:
comprehensions, lost love, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
I sit still and thoughts of you make me so! so!so! wet
Laughter smiles inside my once burden mystic mind
And yet today is with joy, I can think so! so! so!
Unwrap these shadows of faded vision I seek
My reality creeps aimlessly I am happy to say so! so!so!
Chuckled to myself reminiscing my inner glows
turns on and on and I shout so! so!so!
Only the deep see my comprehensions of
Love, laughter, happiness, passion and yes fear too
I live my life with no regrets and I say
so! so! so!
©Pamela creary PAC 2008
Categories:
comprehensions, imagination, inspirational, introspection, love,
Form:
Magic evaporates with comprehension
yet mystery and majesty and myth
deepen and widen with understanding
how where we came from
is also why we return.
Pathology and suffering diffuse with ego's eco-consciousness
and miracles erupt through standing under
where Earth's now time comes forth
imagining our healthiest echoing habitat returns.
Magic transubstantiates patriarchal fake articulations.
Historic
yet mythic
mysteries
mesmerize
matriarchal comprehensions.
Regenerating sacred loves
decompose well-wombed happiest lives
rewoven.
New ecopolitical regenerations
reborn through transuterine eliminations.
Born into light
to bright
for sight
then night
invites Spring Lights
for Summer's nutritional diastatic Bright
of Harvest Healthy Sight,
retiring Winter's long cold Nights
of dream-wombed comprehension,
mourning for morning springs of breezy
warm
moist
Light reborn again.
Magic absorbs patriarchal fascinations
yet sacred Earth's misty myths eliminate
lack of ego's eco-comprehensions,
absence of magically
pricked
pretensions.
Categories:
comprehensions, health, humanity, humor, love,
Form:
Free verse
Before I say the things I want to mention
I ask you “Please pay attention”
And listen
When I am hintin’
My cranial membrane’s tension
Causes difficulty to spit this lyrical invention
Conventions on suspension
But pay notice to my retention
Of the vocabulary I mention
The incomprehensive comprehensions
Of this poetic technician
Makes many realize exactly what their lives are missin’
So listen!!!
Some envision
This as a competition
But their competitive attitudes are responsible for this world’s division
My writtens
Have the impact of a multi-car collision
Many would agree that my rhymes are sizzlin’
But their meanings are hidden
Access to my rhymes are forbidden
Hate and you’ll be forgiven
I spit poetic darts with absolute precision
And it won’t be long until I am on HBO television
Spittin’
But I first must make decisions
To maintain lyrical nutrition
Because I still feel imprisoned
And wounded by incisions
But I shouldn’t worry if it’s the truth that I am living
Know that He has risen
Stop grinding and start grinnin’
We need constant repetitions
Because I am scared of what I envision
My bars make prisons
That all starts condensin’
Dripping and rinsin’
Me of my afflictions and pensions
Not to mention my malicious jurisdictions
My words paint depictions
Of how lyrical vixens
Go back to the days that crackers were lynchin’
Niggas on trees because they had dreams of going to Princeton
And since then
We have grown up and dissed them
Those who died in the struggle ya’ll know I miss them
Now that I am finished my invention
I hoped that you listened
To this lesson that was hintin’
That past struggles resurrect
We just got to pay attention.
Categories:
comprehensions, art, inspirational, on work
Form:
Look up
aye so contrite
yes the sun is bright
lays strewn upon the feet of grass
and does not forsake the anvil of stars
Should you dabble with connection
some philosophical denouement
perhaps of leaves
to scatter from the fingers
of cosmology
A vertical distance of loosely inter-weaved
this thesaurus of chaos
a dictionary of galaxies
assemblage of troubled theories
predisposed to nonsense
Look up
forget all the technological apologies
complex comprehensions
implement involvement
and sate such moments with emotions
Look up
and there profound all unanswered questions
simplicity entangled
the sweep of heavens
a mortal witness of eternity
‘Tis but a moment of listen
such subtle intoxication
and giddy to the whirl
can only cause a smile
there upon the feet of creation
Who then would forsake
the anvil of the stars
Categories:
comprehensions, i am, identity, space,
Form:
Free verse
Clear cut clarity colored Claire’s comprehensions
Complicated complex constructs couldn’t compete or compute
Complacent confidence completed controlled conceptualizations
Claire controlled, contorted, challenged, confronted and chastised
Coworkers, cousins, and colleagues conflicting comprehensions.
Capable, confident, and constant, she was clearly consistent.
Her complacency and constancy to conservation was crazy.
Kept her continually in a cataclysmic circular cell of corrupted castigation.
Categories:
comprehensions, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Wisdom comes not from what’s been taught
Nor from books can it be sought
Age too does not make you wise
Though this may come as a surprise
Through life’s pathways we may stumble
Adversities that make us humble
Arousing depths of comprehensions
Shaping us in new dimensions
A thousand paths that we shall tread
So many perceptions we must shed
With open minds that do not judge
Through hills and valley we will trudge
Life’s trials and errors mould your soul
Which give you depth and make you whole
Those failures that you’ve overcome
Are parts of which you have become
When you have reached that furthest star
Believing who you truly are
With wisdom and with conscience clear
Embarking on a new frontier
Categories:
comprehensions, hope, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme