Best Conceives Poems
Paint the world of words so bright
Brush the canvas with pure delight
Be the rainbow coming out of a storm
The sunrise of a beautiful morn
Paint the world as you would wish
For what is written expresses it
Hearts maybe black or blue
A bright smile colors I love you
Paint it as a blind man sees
Hear it as the deaf conceives
Blank spaces upon your walls
Interpretations are meant for all
Paint the world and let it be
You are you and I am me
No left,right or middle lanes
Colors are one and the same…write your name
Categories:
conceives, color, life, poems,
Form:
Verse
Take away the frost of winter,
rid the land of biting snow,
then who would praise the warmth of August,
how could April rivers flow?
Hush the deafening crash of thunder,
dull the flash of lightning's thorn,
and who would feel the calm of silence,
when the still of dawn is born?
Sow your seeds of evergreens
so that spring’s soil year-round conceives,
then who could reap the multi-colored
glory of October leaves?
Look beyond this thick façade,
you'll find four seasons in my soul,
but take away a piece of winter
and you'll leave me cut, unwhole.
written 4 Feb 1985
Categories:
conceives, april, august, river, seasons,
Form:
Quatrain
Playing With Fire
Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts
Afraid for the flesh
As you are lead to the pits
All the torture there in of your imagination conceives
Be pleased, to afflict on someone else
Swallow your morals
Like a sanctity pill
A Eucharist aspirin swilled down on holy water
Fear the flesh you stalwart middle class
While the upper-class
Enjoy what you cannot
As you wallow in the resistance of sin
And narrow your life to acquiescence
Puerile in such judgements
Of fickle moralities pleasure
Live a life unlived
And all its pleasure turn to guilt and reprieve
Salvation will come
When it ends
Ascend then, the Jacobs Ladder to heaven
Never knowing what it meant
To kiss with abandon
But rather, suckle to demon lips
All those desires in their fetish of flesh
One last look at the skin you left
Untested
Resist my swarthy middle mass citizens
And ply the trade
Of your own oppression
Condemn me, I dare you, to some raging inferno
Where the appeasing of your righteousness
Knows no bounds
In another climactic prayer for torture
I will play with the bonfire
Rather than mess with poor dripping candles
I will stand proud and defiant
And declare that I
Am Human
for Christie
Categories:
conceives, devotionprayer, life,
Form:
Free verse
Embryo formed.
Fetus became.
A girl baby I am.
My creator I do not know. Procreation states that ovum and sperm conceives. My question is how does this evolve – from God?
We are told there are ninety-nine names given to the omnipotent. Let us take
a walk.
Imagine a vision that all us possess of The Almighty.
He states, oh I know you call me God, the Lord, Jehovah.
Some call me Allah.
I tell you that all these names make no difference.
I am your creator.
The creatures of the Earth are animals.
The beings are my people.
You are of the greater intellect and animals’ spirituality is their understanding.
The world is ritualized to both.
Each knows their subsistence.
Affluence is all way of life divided for profusion.
Prey...
Work...
Both have no indifference to a certain extent.
I am of man and woman and I am the eyes of human.
Life will form for me within humanity.
Animal is part of this divinity.
____________________/
From this visualization, what knowledge did I received; that my creator is ovulation and conception. This is an ascertain principle that in the beginning my creator gave me life that formed within modern time.
Revised and edited August 30, 2018!
Categories:
conceives, allah, america, animal, arabic,
Form:
Free verse
Creation energy in each atom glows.
Electron-bound sacred unity –
Thus, reverence for nature inside me grows
When I walk through rustling sheaves.
And I know in my heart power flows there,
In each cell throughout the trees –
And all the while I go with a smile,
Knowing joys that nature weaves.
By the energy bound within all compounds--
In the wind and in the trees –
A great strength from which honor mellows
Believes the joys nature conceives.
And this is why honor to nature goes,
And the universe receives: --
Form from a shapeless power emerged,
Physical matter conceives.
Afterward, substance gained its shape,
Now, the universe receives.
Tiny atoms shine their light
In each tree and in the leaves –
The beginning, surrounding as unity abounds,
Thus Pantheists…worship agrees –
Praises to nature! (a believer knows,
The universe its might weaves.)
Energy sparks verve, living…thrilling.
Starting life, an atom achieves.
Universal essence throughout nature astounds.
From one cell, another follows –
Spiritual mentality knows –
Realities sacredness nature resounds,
Within an elated heart billows,
Freeing the energy within all living souls.
Cosmic unity within man and trees –
As life’s passage one takes and of it sense makes,
Thinking of the trees and its leaves.
When, looking toward skies wherein night beauties rise
Worships nature and believes.
For thus it is, pantheist reverence nature’s pure bliss,
Adore natural matter; respect all that is.
For in trees and in the leaves –
Omnipotent universe perceives.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
June 29, 2010
TOPIC: Pantheism
REFERENCES: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Recent_developments
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Varieties
THANK YOU Deborah for this enlightening challenge. Please SEE MY BLOG on this.
Categories:
conceives, faith, naturenature, heart, heart,
Form:
Ballad
She has the eyes of a lion and the smile of a fairy
She has the claws of a bear and the cuteness of a kitten
She unlocks secured caves of hearts
In silence she sings summoning mantras
In peace she wages war against the sun
In life she nurses death with her soiled hands
She is a daughter of the soil and she has her lips to my neck
Africa,all I need is love
She walks softly in the sanctuary while she runs through avenues of minds
Those that behold her seductive frame become free slaves
Her curves burst nerves and destroy holy matrimony
In her tongue lies juices that fuel sparks of fire in blood lines
There is something about the way she spreads her wings
Something about the way she walks on water ,it's fishy
She fishes for souls in pools of African emancipation
She is a daughter of the soil and she has her lips to my neck
Africa,all I need is love
Her hands resurrect dead souls while her words kills them
She likes to be liked, her likeness is likable but her shadow is unpopular among my people
She wears expensive robes and cheap shoes
Her paths are straight but her ways are as crooked as the lines on hell's map
She is the candle type,she melts if you are that good
Yet her heart remains strong ,standing unshaken and outstanding
She connects easily with both nature and the underworld
She makes you wonder and understand
She shakes trees like the wind
She conceives in the mind
Her chariot brings forth gold and bronze
She is a daughter of the soil and she has her lips to my neck
Africa,all I need is love
STREETPO3TRY
Categories:
conceives, africa, deep, desire, imagery,
Form:
Lyric
Choose Me.
I sit here upon this darkened sill.
Dust my meadow,cobwebs my forest.
Waiting for you to draw near.
I long for you to become my Master,
-and I your plaything.
Hold Me.
Wrap your fingers on my fiber woven flesh.
Mold me as if my body were clay.
Sculpting me to become your precise fit.
I am incomplete,an unfinished creation.
Grip my form,so I will forever belong in you hands.
Own Me.
Make me only yours.
Etch your name on the canvas of my skin,
leaving your mark with a ravenous kiss.
The stroke of your breath branding my secret places.
Dress Me Up.
Undo my buttons.Dress me in crimson silk.
Lace up my stockings,the way you like it.
You alone control our unbridled imagination.
I alone,am your shameless object of desires.
Lead me to your darkest corners,
and I shall fill you with undying lucid light.
Pose Me.
Let you gently move my body to play your game.
My Master,for I shall always let you conquer me,
as I desire only to be your private conquest.
Dance With Me.
Lift me up into your arms,let me inhale your essence.
Hold me tight against the contour of your body.
We will dance to your amorous mortal orchestra of rapture.
Yes, Play Me.
You my Master, are truly the maestro of my wanton song,
and I, your instrument holding every note for your seductive measure.
Your delusion-conceives my reality.
Lay Me Down.
Lead me gently to your bed of promises.
Whisper carnal secrets in my ear,for I will never tell.
By your side, I will stay always and watch you sleep,
with each breath you take I long to penetrate your soul.
To share your heartbeat, without yours mine exists not.
Choose Me.
Let me be your Mistress and satisfy your persuasion.
The Angel you long to taste.
The Saint that absolves your sin.
The Gatekeeper of your thoughts.
I sit here upon my darkened sill.
Dust my meadow, cobwebs my forest.
Choose Me.
Take me now,and I avow solemnly,
that for all the sands of eternity I will always remain,
~your little RagDoll
Categories:
conceives, passionme, body, me,
Form:
Free verse
I ain't saying that life is hard, it's what you think,
I ain't saying that friends last but enemies will always be around,
I ain't saying that love is a flower, it's filled with roses and thorns,
Your family shouldn't decide what you should do for yourself .
Politicians shouldn't be able to control your mind, you should think for yourself,
Not every woman who conceives becomes a mother,
Not every man who says he loves you would always be by your side.?
People will always talk about you, but who will stand by your side?
Who will hear your other side of your story when your been judged?
Second chances are now rare, we have trust issues,
I ain't a religious person, but I do believe in the existence of God,
I do believe in love, peace, joy, mercy and kindness,
I don't have a space in my heart to carry burdens,
Do you care about what people think about you?
Do you heed to third parties?
Life is what you make, not what you borrow from others,
Chances are always around-the-clock,
We all have a chance of being great,
Be careful of the company you keep,
For some will make your dreams and they are few,
Most would give you a nightmare during the day.
Categories:
conceives, appreciation, hope, humanity, image,
Form:
Lyric
That I am alive today
Is His grace I should exalt.
That I conceives thoughts
And am able to interprete them
Into words for minds to receive
Is another reason I think
He deserves my praise.
This new episode of my life
Is like a dream.
A dream that
Perhaps I know
Where its starts
But I don't know
Where and when
It will end.
A nation of pieces may not contain
My words,
My feelings,
My emotion,
My desires...
For now.
I don't know of later.
Categories:
conceives, adventure, change, fun, growing
Form:
Free verse
As the long, frigid winter comes to an end
She pictures a dress like none other- quite a vision!
A sundress in her favorite color of sky blue
Made of softest blue chiffon with mixed patterns
Held in place by strap-like sleeves, and finest pearls
And a fitting lower back cut, made to hug
She smiles as in her mind she conceives
They would have a quiet dinner at the sea shore
Followed by casual dancing beneath the stars
In the quaint, quiet gazebo hand made with white lattice
Lit by whimsical lanterns swaying in the southern winds
Which soften the mood to match the haunting sounds of the obo
As the night grows deeper, wrapped warm in loving arms
They’d stroll along the beach, two hearts finally at peace
He would laugh as a soft, gentle wind billows her skirt
Lightly brushing bare back as he steals a sweet kiss
And lost to the world they'd be, amidst soft pounding of ocean surf
Then spend the night in the dunes up on the hills to await
The fiery glow of sun rise; welcoming a new and glorious day!
~*~
By Audrey
For Constance's "Sundress" Contest
Categories:
conceives, imagination, romancenight, blue, night,
Form:
Free verse
SUMMER CALL OF LIGHTNING BUGS AND RAIN
At dusk of Spring, the lightning buzz of bugs.
The sinkhole drain of creeks, its bed - depressed.
What hell has issued this? Clouds, down the dugs!
The faded sky, blue dry, thus has oppressed.
Oh heaven come close, with manna wet hugs!
With mercy prayer, to God, our sins confessed.
At summer’s dawn, a nimbostratus calls.
The sun is hot beneath the gorgeous falls.
~ ~ ~
The drought, a distant thought, as rain conceives.
The humid clouds do water grass and ferns.
A summer rain rebirths red wagon. Leaves,
submerged in verdant waft. The earth’s soil turns
to crimson mud, and raindrops drain off eaves.
A prosperous psalm, the creek with child churns.
The palpitations - thunder of my soul.
Strong pulse of Summer rain - a fruitful bowl.
8/20/2017
Summer Rain Contest (Dale Cozart)
1st Place
Ottava Rima
Prayer - 1 syllable
Categories:
conceives, rain,
Form:
Ottava rima
"If truth is stranger than fiction, you need to take a stroll inside my dreams!"- by me
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
Whole histories I need not hear.
But juicy tidbits I love well.
You can whisper them in my ear.
Books are a joy I love to read.
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
Non-fiction or science – no need!
On the swell of romance I’ll sail.
Give me drama. Spare no detail -
good movies to both hear and see.
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
At theaters I love to be.
I fall to sleep and my mind weaves
thrilling things. It never grows stale
what imagination conceives!
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
April 23, 2023
For Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
conceives, books,
Form:
Quatern
When a Man Loves a Woman
When a man loves a woman, he believes
And frees his heart from being self-contained
To feel emotions in depth he conceives
With a lover's rush quietly restrained
In lonely corners of his soul's desire
He'll free the guarded wings of his heart
To allow them to soar ever higher
With a love that he hopes will never part
He'll dream of mornings with her fragrant scent
And want for evenings walked in shadowed light
To hold her close with her lover's consent
And feel warmth and comfort through every night
To find a love for a soul to capture
To know each tender touch from love's rapture
When a Woman Loves a Man
When a woman loves a man, she will give
And trust her impulse is correct and true
For to love will allow her heart to live
And will chase away fear and doubt in view
The lover she chooses is now her dream
And fulfills a need of her heart's concern
To gather in her arms a love that's supreme
And hold ever tighter as their days turn
She'll yearn for time to be an endless thread
Woven into moments of love that's pure
To travel love's path with their arms outspread
And capture each days laughter's soft allure
To see her love with deep passionate eyes
And find her love filled with sweet joy and sighs
12/6/16
Contest Two English Sonnets
Categories:
conceives, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
I am told the poetry's fine by some,
enjoyed perused that was their sum
and yet this flow.. Through mind and soul
I cannot own; not it's depth nor its Whole
no more than call my last breath back
it’s beyond the pale of life; for this wearied hack'
No eye has seen the vista's all'
awaiting ears that listen; to the saviours call,
no mind conceives the splendour Grand;
under control of the Son of man,
so are the words that spring from me
That are fed by water that flows by the tree,
where a brightness dwells not of this Sun
where the Word and the Spirit and the Father; say come!
© Joe Maverick 5-5-2020
Categories:
conceives, bible, god, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
O child of stone, outcast, alone,
succumbing to desire.
Inside your chest, you’re sorely pressed,
assailed by a liar.
Do not believe the tales it weaves:
the lost, untethered heart.
Though it deceives, it silent grieves
the time it spends apart.
When realized, it bitter cries
for wounds it did impart,
and scarce conceives, much less receives
the grace of a fresh start.
But when it breaks, all of that ache,
like scales, just falls away.
A flood of tears, to be drawn near,
says what no words can say.
Your Father sates, and yet He waits
for you to freely turn.
Climb in his chair, incline your ear,
and hear what your soul yearns.
Child, fall asleep to rhythms deep:
a heart that fiercely burns.
Ah, to be blessed, and find the rest
your strivings never earned!
Categories:
conceives, father, love,
Form:
Quatrain