Best Conceivable Poems
FINGERDANCE
I remember finger dancing as a young ballerina.
Why I could, leap, twirl, fly in the air to the sound of
an orchestra or even a concertina!
As many decades have quickly whirled away, with the
beauty of the seasons.
I am trying it yet again, and find, I am still that little girl,
with glistening brown hair, and pink ballet dress, once
and forevever, an accomplished ballerina, who needs no
reason!
The young days of pink tulle and net have never, from ny
soul, drifted very far away.
And, if only you were here, you would see me now,
fingerdancing, across the walnut, shining table in
every which conceivable, patterned way!
9/13/2021
Categories:
conceivable, dance, girl, imagery, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping around the room, or jumping on ball
chairs.
E veryone is excited; the snow is falling and
T he five-year-olds woke up screaming with excitement,
Y elling their head dendrites off, dancing and galloping
S ix ways to Sunday, and it’s only Tuesday,
P rincipal skates into the room, “Lickety Split!” she yells.
“L et’s all help, and get them out there quick!” The 2nd grade teacher sticks in
her head to hollar,
“I ce will be here within the hour. Everybody help.” A bunch of 4th and 5th
graders run in to help dress
t hem. Seconds later, the worn-out Kindergarten
Teacher throws out a magic lasso, and 39 kindergarteners all grab hold. The next minute, they
land in a big snow drift.
“Lickety, lickety, yickety, bickety, pickety, split!” they all yell, running away in every conceivable direction.
Written 4-9-2018 Contest: What I Like Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Categories:
conceivable, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Acrostic
God was so pleased with his six days of creation
The seventh day He declared a day of rest
Bound to have some heavenly
Well-deserved relaxation
As soon as He woke up
He brewed a cup of java and
Set up his most comfy Adirondack chair
On his fluffiest favorite cloud
And so on this seventh day
A most magnificent morning unfolded
Watching from every conceivable angle
One glorious sunrise after another
By noon for Sunday brunch
God challenged his angels to make
The tallest fruit salad unimaginable
For a rendez-vous on the Hawaiian islands
The first summer games
Were held that very afternoon
Playful racing with dolphins
And swimming in the seven seas
Then dusk began to fall
All were cordially invited to board
The fabulous celestial party bus
For a ‘round the world premiere trip
Westbound capturing one endless sunset
For hours and hours of a colorful joyride
Ending with a final detour to the north
For a late night aurora borealis show
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on February 6, 2019 for contest 2019 POETRY MARATHON MILE 17 sponsored by MARK TONEY
and on October 9, 2018 for contest WHAT DID GOD DO ON THE SEVENTH DAY? sponsored by CURTIS MOORE
Categories:
conceivable, color, creation, fun, games,
Form:
Free verse
Who ever declared they cannot?
Is a full blown, liar I promise you.
In their lives, they failed at some task.
And now?
The unmitigated gall, to drag you
into heartbreak row?
Do not buy losers' stories!
To those with fortitude and gall ~comes
a different story.
One where there was loss and
then came glory.
I have experienced this myself
and know the joys of victory.
Odds are many poets are just like me.
Not weeping over lost loves with
a handkerchief under an old tree.
But finding new love, better than
they ever dreamed would be.
Their lives exceeded their original
schemes.
They go on and envision new dreams
Their truest friends stand by them
whilst their phony friends stroll so
casually and heartlessly away.
But, dear friends, know, please.
The dreamers will out do you in
every, conceivable way and with
the greatest possible ease!
GO DREAMERS!
November 9, 2019
Categories:
conceivable, dream, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
Memories and dramas replaying through the night
Some dreams are so beautiful and unbelievable
Others take you through a night’s journey of fright
They can be so powerful and conceivable
I wonder if dreams are trying to make things right
Making those little parts inside of us reachable
Keeping that light inside of us glowing bright
Taking moments of life makes them teachable
Edward J Ebbs - 09/01/12
Written for a Contest, What Dreams Are Made Of
Categories:
conceivable, adventure, analogy, angel, beautiful,
Form:
Quatrain
~I Love You Jesus~
(Couplets)
Just when I thought, I was alone and so lost,
You came to live inside my heart, and paid for me the greatest cost,
Of all, and since then You never left my side no matter what I have done,
Or what in my life I've chosen to do.In my soul you shine like the sun
You're the most wonderful thing that happened to me.You make me whole,
Without You to guide me I would be now in an empty darkened hole,
Without You by my side, this life would be so worthless and very mean,
Without You, my world would be so cruel and empty and so coldly grim.
I know that there's nobody like Him in the whole world, you see
He touches my heart and my soul, everyday, in every conceivable way,
He's made everything for me so completely brand-new, you see,
His sweet love fills the emptiness of my sinful soul, He sets me free.
His love is the greatest therapeutic healer that every man should know,
And without His Love and Grace there wouldn't be, any love left to show.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
March.03.2015
Authors notes: Reference
Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16
IN GOD I TRUST!
My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23.
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
Very important verses to read in the Holy Scriptures..
1. Nothing to be afraid of- Hebrews 13:5-6
2. The heart of the matter- 1 Samuel 16:7
3. A covenant of love- John 3:16
4. Thank You Lord- 1 Thessalonians 5:18
5. Christ in you!- Colossians 1:27
6. Don't let the devil put one over you- John 8:44
7. Follow your dream- Exodus 3:11-12
8. God of your trouble,God of your heart- Psalm 32:7
9. Don't look at the storm - Matthew 14:30-31
10. A word about angels - Psalm 91:11
11. The power of love- Galatians 5:6
12. Abide in the Word- John 15:7
13. Love the secret of success- 1 Corinthians 13:8
14. Seek God first- Matthew 6:33
15. No deposit- No return- Psalm 112:1-7
16. Be clothed with humility- 1 Peter 5:5
17. Solid Rock Faith- 1 Samuel 4-6 and Luke 2:18-36
18. Firm foundation - 1 Samuel 7-9 and Luke 9:18-36
Categories:
conceivable, blessing, christian, easter, jesus,
Form:
Couplet
"Bat Crazy 5"
Some say
she was batsh** crazy
life hits the windscreens
in the labyrinth of life
that way
the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full speed, left brained left hand
holding hard-gripped the gear stick
an upwards inflection, “You know”,
in the Queen’s Land, "all under control"
the open palm under the shaft
moving all the way up to 5,
reflecting on the mirror rearview
she watches the eyes
of her child
dreaming of open highways
the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full speed, left brained left hand
holding hard-gripped the gear stick
never once moving from 5
the left all the way up to targa 5
right hand up on the wheel
left hand down right up to 5
windows spitting emeralds
like a baphomet
the two finger salute
the other above so below
watches on
"here we go again",
the 1 above it all
watches on
as above so below
that 1's long-suffering
that way, aghast, but resolute,
that 1 has never-ending reserves
of eternal patience
and watches on
perplexed
her mind geared on
how to kill off
a spider
and his sister, next
changing lanes
easier said than done
when you're hell-bent on
Freedom
the highway sign
Happy New Year
flashes ever onwards by,
foot to the floor
left brain baffled
at forgiveness
at Christmas
long gone by
right hand on the wheel
left hand down
open palmed
shifting gears
accelerating increduality
towards the accuracy
in the justice of karma
drivers sitting on both shoulders
inside the vehicle
holding the wheel
the internal speaks
to the universe
listening
for kindness
and answers
on a lost highway
Blue Sky
nods, as if in agreement,
that 1's always amused -
but never confused, that way
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Is it possible to switch dimensions?
There is currently no conceivable way to get to these if they exist, and they may only be possible, not actual. To travel between realities, they need to be in proximity. To be in proximity and not interact, they need to be incompatible. If it is a compatible universe you could travel to, it is already here.”
"Won’t you let me know,
if you made it home that night
Oh won’t you let me know
If our bones made it home alright..."
Categories:
conceivable, dark, introspection, muse,
Form:
Narrative
WATER IS LIFE
People ignore me because of my simple nature
If you ask me, I would not hesitate to say;
When the creator takes, I take, however, every other thing comes after me.
As a liquid, so colorless I am, I don’t deny the fact anyway
But, tell you solemnly I am valuable more than any conceivable liquid that men embrace.
Plant feel prideful enough, men thought they are the greatest
Birds of the air with their glittering nature, this is because;
I get enormous kiss from them every time!
When I become angry for anything,
I will put shame, disgrace to it
It cease from its normal functioning.
If men boast that they can do without me, notwithstanding the status
Can they withstand my wrath when I cease for three weeks?
Oh no! Even if they can, they will stink, struck them with disease-
Disfigure their physic and they will kiss the mother Earth!
Why should the birds be arrogant?
Is it for; their unique feathers, attractive beaks, and their consequential legs?
Do they not feed in fruits of trees?
Which I nurture tenaciously from incarnation
If I should give them my back side, they will simply add nothing but
Manure to the mother Earth.
What of the beautiful flamboyant flowers
That produces sweet nectar for insect to live?
What of The plant of the earth that every animal derives its life?
Am I not the one that makes them paramount?
If they decide not to be in speaking terms with me
Oh no! I will make them as thin as an AIDS patient
I will disfigure their out look to resemble such suffering from-
Sickle-cell anemia or perhaps, kwashiorkor
But, am so glad that, inter-alia, they concede that
I should as well be attributed as life!
Categories:
conceivable, life, men, kiss, men,
Form:
Prose Poetry
There was a king once, along with his hearts queen....
Their fascinating empire was an amazing moment in time
Far above the other kingdoms amid this world they stood
So much so that, their eyes looked despisingly down upon
Certain inhabitants created by the very same hand as they themselves
Driven by deepened emotions born along the course of histories many tales....
Superior they were, within almost every conceivable way it did seem
How could anyone or anything ever be, considered!?
Hate thus birthed itself to become but, an achilles heel once more
Before, the foundations of purpose were ever layed; these, revelations....
A darkness of soul and spirit extended itself, as a cancerous plague
Permeating this empires throne and people; ascending unto the highest heavens
Where the Creator of all looked upon, they, once radiant lights of beauty ~
"He," had held so deeply inside of "His" glory with, the most magical of "Love!"
Centuries unfolded like pages from within a book as, tears overflowed
Like rivers towards the waiting seas; heads bowed, to taste miseries pain?
Until one day the Creators heart had seen enough and, compassions light....
Reached "His" tender hand into the despised lowly humanity before their eyes and
Lifted a child within "His" wonderous palms; majestic and lovely, infinite palms ~
Unto their kingdoms door, he was thus there sent; a messenger, amid their mist!?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the name of, "Love!"
Categories:
conceivable, faith, hope, life, love
Form:
The tormented cries of a heart confined
Barely ever met a gratifying end
The meager state is but a trick of your mind
For the course of destiny lies in your own hand
Forsaken love, a conceivable excuse
For a shattered being, to give up life
It is but a presumption, erroneously abstruse
For success greets those who dare to survive
No past, no fate, that He Cannot Mend
Or an ill-fated tale to have ever spawned
Never lose hope, however evident the end
For night is the darkest just before dawn
By M. Hussain Effendi
(In reply to the poem "Estranged Love" posted by M. Taha Effendi)
Categories:
conceivable, faith, hope, life, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
My childhood
Limicolous nomic but limpid or propper,
Hard lines limb, non violent and passage stopper,
Vegetarian, nonchalant, compliance or observant,
Prepotent prepositor, jannock jangler and importunate copper.
Metoposcopist, mettled, nonplus politer or politic,
Demonstrator, protagonist, receiver or a fair way to chopper.
My childhood, credible, conceivable or appreciator,
Sagacious, replenish, reprobator and republished hocker.
My childhood was a joker.
Categories:
conceivable, devotion
Form:
Limerick
Meddlesome acknowledgement was my gift to many
I wondered where the nutrients were coming from
I was absorbing your words, parched by my own dimming light-years
There I was stunned by the legion of black-faced martyrs
Exasperation of the undeniable misunderstanding of every conceivable word
Left me with another path onto death
And not nearly dying, but regenerating in technological, factorial woe
Demon thoughts squeezed bile from the brim of subconscious drivel
Accelerating the ghouls from the gull of my esophagus
I was held down from the dreams of the fortnight
From words of architecture ascending from the brims of the archangels
Eyes remained closed
And I felt the actual descent of my downfall
I did not open my eyes at all
I did not mean to pry into your life, oh beautiful soul
Please accept my gift today
My fierce gaze into your lavishing grail
Led me to accept and love where I often fail
I am no longer smothered in your intricate designs
Though I am surely small to you
Though I feel only a fraction of a fool
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies
Categories:
conceivable, absence, abuse, analogy, art,
Form:
Free verse
Your eyes shone like the constellation of Orion,
leading me to believe; you were the one to guide me to the land of Zion.
The liberation of my heart was set alight; that fateful day,
you were stunning just as ‘Bridge Over the Lily Pond’ by Claude Monet.
My appreciation of beauty led me to enquire,
were you the one in all my visions asking for desire?
Running through fields of holly, asking for one simple wish,
to always be there, so love will never miss,
appealing to let go of all our fears to just simply kiss.
But you were more than a conceivable dream,
the most beautiful thing, I could have ever possibly seen,
your mannerisms where all of the highest it seemed.
Wanting to head in the same direction,
I stopped your gallant motion to make the appropriate correction.
I made you aware that I wanted to be good to you,
to hold you, please you, and be true to you.
Like a fairytale in the living colour, you looked at me with your brown eyes
to fully establish more than a fantasy,
turning around to ask me “are you my fateful destiny?”
“Will you support, comfort and be there for me.
With life’s journey; what will you make out of the unbearable?
What is out of my reach; will you make the impossible, possible?”
With those brown eyes, you made the clear announcement,
professing such words of wisdom that were mentally arousing.
The perfect ending never felt this real and more,
the rest of the story fell into place like pieces of domino.
Hidden here with you, upon the azure Mediterranean shores,
I can assure you; your brown eyes are all I will explore,
soothing the soul beneath your spiritual allure.
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Categories:
conceivable, dedication, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, life,
Form:
Rhyme
FORBIDDEN LOVE
Forbidden love
Respects no one
An insidious love
Deserves no one
It is immoral
All becomes mortal
Life turns brutal
Casualties are fatal
Forbidden love is desperation
Destroys ones soul
A dejection
Like a no milk cereal in a bowl
Two people finding their ways
Making it conceivable
Beyond unimaginable ways
It just cannot be enable
Forbidden love
An illicit affair
One deserves unconditional love
Not love that is unfair
@Copyright Meline Ngo. August 24, 2015
Categories:
conceivable, anti bullying, betrayal, break
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I catch a fleeting glimpse of her room from the hall,
my back slams lightly against the wall,
slumping listlessly, my anger out of control.
As she lies in her hospital bed, tubes patrol
in and out of every conceivable opening,
with new vital bodily fluids dripping
monotonously, in time released droplets of life
through the needle pierced veins of my wife.
Abruptly, I feel the cold uncomforting
frigidness of this smooth wall unyielding,
pressing firm against my back, in this hospital hall.
Reality becomes my depression shawl,
covering and smothering all of my senses.
Angrily my muscles push and body tenses
rejecting the insensitivity of these unfriendly walls,
and began repetitious canticle paces
through the drab, inculpable, uncommitting hospital halls.
Tears rush to my eyes flowing furiously,
focused anger colors my face visibly
revealing the naked fury of my livid crimson brain.
My heart beats with the resounding of pouring rain.
Pounding with my self incrimination, as I seek others to blame.
Doctors, Surgeons, God, others must drown in this shame.
Anger rolls through my entire being, allowing no one to console.
This anger is pervasive, it permeates into my soul.
Our oneness is evident, she stirs and I know.
In another universe, I sense a furrow in her brow.
I turn swiftly, my pace quickening to a full stride
at her door and move quickly to her side.
A moan, a gasp, a sigh, a groan, a cough,
but, the medicated trauma flowing through
her inlet tubes, force her back into a heavenly sleep.
I breath a sigh of relief for her and weep.
Categories:
conceivable, lifeanger, universe,
Form:
Tyburn