Best Conciliation Poems
I'm filled with anticipation, in a new location of accomodation. There cannot always be acceleration or innovation, some times you just need relaxation and rotation. So take note of this notation, my medication; we don't need sedation or starvation of recreation, only exploration of rejuvenation. In this globalization we need only collaboration and integration for a happier population. Motivation, to strive for gratification without hesitation. Toleration, not discrimination or examination of immigration. No more disinformation. Only communication.
We gave each other affirmation, but also forced limitation on our own equalization. Now it's time for emancipation, conciliation, elimination of indoctrination. This experimentation of stabilization was just an illustration of civilization, a pronunciation of dehumanization. The world needs no subordination or victimization, only representation of unification. Diversification, to strive for participation and cooperation. Celebration, not procrastination or cancellation of harmonisation. No more deprivation. Only acceptation.
We live in a world of normalization, fabrication, calculation of improvisation. Now we need concentration and visualization, revaluation of imitation. So listen to this formulation, compilation, my elaboration and articulation; we need realization, imagination, not standardization of variation. This is my education. End of communication.
Categories:
conciliation, anger, celebration, imagination, rap,
Form:
Monorhyme
WHAT. THE WORLD NEEDS IS CHRONIC CHANGE, CONCILIATION AND CONVERSATIONS ,CULMINATING IN CLIMAXED COMMUNICATION.
WHAT WE NEED IS OUTSTANDING OBVIOUS OBSERVATION.
WE NEED MORE MEDITATION, MODERATE MEDIATION AND
MAJOR MODERN MONETARY MACHINES.
WE NEED POSITIVE PROLONGED PARTICIPATION.
WHAT WE NEED IS LITERAL LIBERALISM AND A LITTLE LITIGATION
ABOVE ALL WE NEED LOADS OF LOVING LECTURES AND LASTLY,
LOTS OF LOVE.
ONE CRUCIAL CONCERN: ALL NEEDS ARE CHRONICALLY CONSTANT.
Categories:
conciliation, anxiety, care, change, community,
Form:
Alliteration
Contempt of ability in it-self
Is that which is
Of its' own creation
And is a consort
Which requires' conciliation
... From God,
My inhibited nature does' wane
And in thus, further my Heart
And there are so many reasons'
Why that I should pray
Fore I do sing the repartition
Of shame
Deep in my own Heart
------
Thus...
Things' will still remain
Just the same...
------
Fore it has been that way
From the very start
Poet/Author
Gary Fields
Categories:
conciliation, analogy, art, change, desire,
Form:
Personification
The sweating crowd breathed the stifling air,
As four hooded figures quietly hanging there,
Swayed back and forth without a breeze,
While eyes could not avert from these.
And as gleaming bayonets reflected the Sun,
A flag in tatters and conciliation of one,
And that one gone, a powerful friend,
Who would have pleaded a merciful end.
And then being taken by fanatical schemes,
An end ignominious, predicted in dreams.
So with the terrible carnage done,
Was it over or had it just begun?
And who knew what part these hanging would play,
A legacy lasting to this very day.
Categories:
conciliation, eulogy, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Heedless of one’s rejection smile so sweet
so bountiful in that her door ajar,
ardent sensibility awesome treat
once aware her technique, the soul of Ba.
Those from an obscure dream one does avail
them in darkness given a ray of hope
angry, life’s tempest yet certain to fail
when, amorous mind in obliging scope.
Opulence, beggar, sheer warmth impaled
silhouettes in shadows spent by dawn’s light,
her conciliation for Durham’s jailed
for them of the night, in peril in fright.
Cultivated wisdom in what she sows
candid goodness upon the seed that grows.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Categories:
conciliation, inspirational,
Form:
Sonnet
Love is blind,
But it can see beyond what your eyes can do.
Love is everywhere,
But it only dwell in your being.
Practice makes perfect,
But nobody's perfect at all.
It can only make ineradicable things,
Out of those human imperfections.
First love never die,
Is there any immortal and imperishable being here on Earth?
Beauty is on the eye of the beholder,
So,is simplicity beauty?
Honesty is the best policy,
But no one do abide laws and jurisprudence.
Laughter is the best medicine,
But still cannot scab one's excruciation.
An apple a day makes the doctors away,
But too much will make you obese.
All problems have solutions,
But all solutions come with another problem
.
Life is too short,
But it's a long expedition of storms,
And a long ransack for conciliation.
Is 65 years too short?
Time is gold,
so,why do many people still exploit and excavate for it?
Time is limitless,
But still too many are supplicating for money.
Love is the greatest gift of all,
But, too much ardor will kill you,
For it is the most efficacious foe and rival,
And for it can make demonic sins when abused,
Health is wealth
And love is all we need
But, can love and health fed us when we are starving for food?
Or can they quench one's thirsty throat when begging for a drop of water?
Education is the solution,
So why am I acting like this?
I am schooled and nurtured,but still negating known lessons,
Making assumptions and syllogisms,
..........Making a PHILOSOPHER'S PHILOSOPHIES!
-----MY FIRST POEM IN THE SOUP CONTEST entry
Categories:
conciliation, lifelove,
Form:
Free verse
In my dreams there’s a tomorrow
Where I’ve learned to live with sorrow
I’ve made peace with all the schemes
There’s a tomorrow in my dreams
In my heart few regrets
Haunting past just silhouettes
Bygones forgiven in most part
Few regrets in my heart
In my mind living in the present
Conciliation some might resent
Integrity and kindness are aligned
Living in the present in my mind
In my soul a calm stillness
A zephyr cures the chillness
Moonlit placid enchanted stroll
A calm stillness in my soul
Sublime peaceful paradigm
One blessed thought at a time
Gentle breezes sway a windchime
Peaceful paradigm sublime
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 30, 2019 for contest SWAP MEET sponsored by CAROL CONNELL
Categories:
conciliation, appreciation, dream, forgiveness, freedom,
Form:
Quatrain
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P acify relationship between God and man
R edeem that which was lost to sin's domain
O pens the door to the Mercy Seat
P lacates the wrath of God toward sinful man
I niticated by God through His Son Jesus
T otally brings man into fellowship
I nner conciliation 'twix God and man
A ppeased we become sons and daughters
T he children of the one true and Living God
I nvitations have gone out to everyone_come
O pen your heart to receive Him
N ow is the time for salvation
Finis_
Categories:
conciliation, faith, god, love, god,
Form:
Acrostic
I walked pass the glorious work of Prinsloo and Vuuren
that great and tall statue of Rolihlahla Mandela
Embodying conciliation with a smile
Embracing unity with open arms
I turned around to satisfy myself in honoring the mighty hero
Closely I looked, carefully I observed, narrowly I meditated
Woe the horror I perceived, the truth I realized, the loneliness I sensed
the agony of confusion I perceived with eagles vision penetrating beyond the smile
I heard with ears of wisdom the still whispering voice in the dark mumbling
“After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb”
Turning around with a troubled heart at the lesson I heard with ears of wisdom
I heard a voice from distant lands with great power crossing the colonial borders
It sounded like the voice of that great hero of Mozambique saying
“Aluta Continua”
Categories:
conciliation, africa, black african american,
Form:
Sonnet
Love is not deceiving, but our thoughts where are minds and our hearts take us to conceive in what we want to see. We are in constant conciliation with our beliefs and in compromising with every temptation we are bound to be with. Our conscience has blinded us of our wisdom and put us into a delusional fact we pretend to live in which we call paradise.
Categories:
conciliation, inspirational,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I think what all the time
I think what all the time
Various topics, various subjects and various colors
Such values that raise the emotions
Emotions to stand on peak
Such colors to paint the scenes
Scenes; that inspire my soul
Values to care other and to happy other
And to makes them free from stress any further
When my soul get happiness or sadness
I prefer to worship My Lord
Lord! I want to pure up my soul
I want to achieve my goal
Not for the profit
Not for the soul
I stay quiet patience and humble
May be sometimes I went for wrong
Oh My Lord! Make me strong
Give me the right way
Where I can travel on
On that way I want You to bless me more
With lots of such wishes
That gives me conciliation in your way
Let me powers to struggle for all night and day
Bless me which You do like
Abstain me from which You hate
Make me brave
Save my grave
Categories:
conciliation, depression, emotions, feelings, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
Don’t be afraid to say sorry
Don’t be scared to cry loud the tears of apology
No boat can sail the ocean of offence except sorry
No ticket is valid to access the broken heart either
Sorry is the master key to open all the doors
Even the pillar of love has no strength without sorry
Sorry is the song of conciliation to unite again
Happiness is just an illusion without sorry
No tears worth to be shed if meant no sorry
Even sad face means nothing, if sorry isn’t written on it
Say sorry to calm down the weeping soul
I love you is incomplete to win back the lost trust
And kiss is not sweet enough without sorry
Sweethearts and honey are useless names
Promises are so empty if not feeling sorry
No matter how red the roses are
Violets can be perfectly blue to make a healthy flower
Taking her out is also a complete waste of time
No matter how expensive the gifts can cost
All are just fakes without sorry
A thousand times you can say it
A million times you can name it
But that is no higher than meaning it just once
Sorry brings back hopes that were fallen apart
No house is entitled to stand without sorry
The wind blows away the helmets of those who shows no remorse
Those who go ignorant and ashamed to let sorry plays with their tongues
Quarrels and arguments take their turn to pride themselves
But sorry define all their weaknesses and expose their shamelessness
Sorry doesn’t mean that you are guilty thus it shows the bolder you
However it have the tendency to impose how foolish you are
Arrogant think that sorry is the song to sing by fools
But foolish are those who deny pronouncing the meaning of it
It takes sorry to settle with the scores that seems too difficult to achieve
Great Lions of the jungle can roar and dangerous snakes can lift their heads high
But it is consistently takes a wise word to calm them down no matter how dangerous it might
The power of love is intimacy
The feeling of sympathy is humility
The sign of achievement is victory
But the highest of them all is sorry
It conquers amongst the rest and turn the worst to be the best
Live the life humble and never be ashamed to be sorry
Categories:
conciliation, abuse, anger, betrayal, care,
Form:
ABC
He was a wandering wayfarer
with fragments and flotsam
adrift amidst a misty marine expanse—
a hopeless harbor hiding hopes.
Waves acted as fists, crushing him,
pulling him deeper into sorrowful arms.
I reached with resolution,
my hands trembling slightly in the current,
yearning to yield him,
to lift his weary spirit,
from the depths of cobalt misfortune
the harsh shore
that cruel rogue
whispered sweetly of surrender.
Through tempest and rain,
I battled alongside him,
lifting his head above the frothy waves,
as if my devotion could serve as a buoy.
A gentle gesture to guide him back
but life’s burdens grew heavy,
my spirit tethered to his pain,
and my stamina started to fade.
Before I bid it goodbye.
I stroked her tender lips.
Salty streams swirled with my sobs
as I shouted into the swirling shadows.
"Do you wish to die?" My heart breaks
as I resist the storm's pull.
He shifted his gaze toward,
two twinkling torches, twirling in the turmoil.
Softly, he stated, "Yes"
It was a gesture of conciliation
a mirror reflecting the universe—
In his act of surrender, I discovered myself.
Lost on the bitter sea,
Hope and pain floated as mementos,
intertwined in the snare of the night.
Categories:
conciliation, analogy, bereavement, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Contemptibility in itself
Is that which is
Of it's own creation
And is a consort
Which requires' conciliation
From God
My inhibitive nature
Doe's wane
And in thus further my
Heart
Fore I,
Do sing
The repartition of shame
Deep in my own Heart
GF
Categories:
conciliation, dedication, loss
Form:
Pastoral
Alternative dispute resolution, said he
Barristers speak like that usually
Conciliation the outcome, we seek
During our meet, with the Beak
Evidence we have, evidently
Fraud is thick in the air, it is true
Grounds of recompense we pursue
Hearings will proceed
Indemnity achieved
Judging the Judge, goes with YOU!
Limerick 11
Lawyer/Barrister
Sponsored by Joseph May
10/1/2019
Categories:
conciliation, rights,
Form:
Limerick