Best Conformed Poems
Stop crucifying the truth
How many times will you try to conquer this truth,
born to a people who are held to a truce,
of a lie?
Compromises and deceptions are running wild,
uncovering truth but no where to hide,
Now you must abide.
With a bridle in your mouth and with compromise holding tight,
you must fight, for truth to be saved
or die to the grave
Real truth is on the manifest,
put me to the test.
I will stand with my sword in my hand
and truth will rise again
Truth reveals your past, present, and destiny,
can you see the reality?
Stop crucifying the truth; with your hair, colors, nails, clothes
and most of with the words you pose.
Reveal your self through truth
and don’t turn away,
the creator is watching, listening and taking note,
of a people who has the truth,
but wear a fake coat.
Stop crucifying the truth
Conformed, complacent, criticized, clueless
and don’t realize,
your demise
Truth is life
and you must fight
all the lies insight
Until truth prevail
from this dark ass hell,
of reality
Truth (the messiah)
will rise again
and become a friend
Categories:
conformed, deathpeople, people, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Allowing every sense the sensation
absorb it all, at once, even the cost
to gain naught, in spite of observation
mindful of the deceit, dignity lost
Chin in the air, being boastful, always
caring not, seems the fate of everyone
blinded by devious words, twisted ways
never accepting truth, lies are more fun
Allowing every sense to swallow up,
bait perfectly placed before the willing
it becomes hard to resist, a false cup
the gullible need an extra filling
With an empty straw, void you'll be tasting
facts you are immune to, yes everything
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Thoughts from the Heart
~ Be not conformed to the world, but be transformed ~
Rom. 12:2
Monday February 24th, 2020- Poem of the Day
Categories:
conformed, world,
Form:
Sonnet
... Parts of them are scattered
Parts are lost somewhere
Pieces that would matter
None beyond repair
Fragments of their gifted minds
Remnants of their pasts
Traces that I would they find
Of love that ever lasts
Echoes of the warriors strong
Deceived and bound and sold
Pulled apart, alone so long
For truths were left untold
Elements sensual, warm inside
Still leave the space between
Beneath the covering they yet hide
And righteousness remains unseen
Trapped within their fearful hearts
Where I know that demons speak
Yearning for a world apart
But not knowing how to seek
Oh sons of men, rise above
Listen to the crying of your souls
Breathe the refreshing breath of love
And feel your minds unfold
Let hearts be drawn above all else
To gaining mercy, knowledge, sight
To understand the sacrifice once made
Is the restoration of your life
Let souls be filled with joy and strength
And receive immeasurable increase
Just rest your hearts towards that end
And rejoice in light and peace
Let freedom find delight in you
And remove ye all defeat
Let us find faith to be renewed
And grace to be complete...
Romans 12:2: And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the
renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and
acceptable, and perfect will of God
Categories:
conformed, faith, hope, inspirational, love,
Form:
Free verse
Perilous!!! I dare not stay in such situation
Where terror prevails from attacking wild beasts
Midst tormenting sight of barren land
Leaving me gripped with solitude-angst.
Aware of my dread, I pray to God, beseeching Him…
To forbid me from wandering away from His serenity’s hedge.
Torturous!!! I trust God to help me bear the rigors of such adventure…
Where my faith will be tested under tribulation’s crucible
Exposing the depth of my character when it seems I’m just alone
In my search for an oasis in the desert of futility
Vanquishing worthlessness’ consternation and self-pity’s condemnation
To emerge triumphant because of the Lord’s grace.
Disastrous!!! I was already warned, “Never go astray deliberately…
Beware of wandering alone, for such is terrifying…”
Spiritually speaking, that’s tantamount to leaving God’s perfect will*
Worst, it is escaping from the best place the Lord designed for me
Hence, I beg that when I start to slide back from His security’s fence
He'll pull me toward His heart, quenching my thirst with His pardon-delight.
* Romans 12:2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
October 8, 2018
3rd place, "I Wander The Desert Alone"
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 10/14/2018.
Categories:
conformed, angst, character, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.
'Tis to be a deliberate endeavor ... they call life.
An unaccountable ledger of sums ... know he the worth of it.
For in that great beyond is an opened book ... ere his youth.
There'd be certain measures that wretched body ... once unmasked.
Natures of a retired validity ... that aloof vainglory.
Tarries an elusive shell ... the semblance of human sorts.
A cub sponged in denizens hound ... the spoils of settled earth.
Masques of the poor scores yon ... and indifference spared them from their kind.
Their pain slices him whole ... in this grand finale of truth.
The role he crawl from under ... frees a den's claimed orphaned cub.
He conformed to their ways ... indulgence begets an awakening.
De-sands a timepiece from Giza ... transforms the silent lamb.
Qualities of Osiris ... no longer foxes kinsman.
Without manipulative truth ... mainly defines reality.
Loss crept e'er so close ... as circumstances affront him now.
The iniquities ... recorded in that hallowed ledger,
He lay claim to its authenticity ... 'twas him who'd inflicted;
upon those who were of wickedness ... and the righteous few.
He included self ... in self-afflictions of great numbers,
wherever the blame may lie ... be it concerning his existence,
thereupon points those sharpened fingers ... deserving of it.
Repentance for his sins ... subjugated through crying eyes.
His life for another ... sans a name or a face in lieu of tears.
They shared the deafening silence ... two muted distinct smiles.
One in tears looked onward ... to a face of blessed assurance.
The last boat edges off into the dark ... desperation arose.
A great clamoring ascends ... into the bitter abyss.
The hymn, "Nearer My God to Thee," ... the chaos stops to song.
Ships officer calls out, ... "Abandon ship, every man for themselves."
Lost lamb hopes his roll's called up yonder ... as his last words read ...
Categories:
conformed, anxiety, courage, death, emotions,
Form:
Sijo
I'm getting lost in you
I'm sinking deep
Pieces of me
Disentegrating
You hold me close
Day after day
I become what you want
While I fall away
I talk to you
I watch you listening
But don't get it
Something's missing
I look like me
But I've changed inside
I've conformed to your needs
And neglected mine
I'm a blurry copy
Controlled and subdued
I'm your wife
I'm Mrs. You
Categories:
conformed, life
Form:
Free verse
Tomorrow will come and I shall remember your smile
Where the stars set so fine on an evening so worthwhile
Sweet sounds of voices lingering soft and free
With the strains of his hair he had eyes of the sea
He told me tales and rested my head apon his shoulder
Engrossed in woven bed sheets to keep us from getting colder
His kisses of sweetness conformed and moist
His words more dashing than I’d ever heard him voice
Two bodies magically worship and caressing in trust
Were bellowed winds of ecstasy blustered into lust
We spun slowly downward into the eyes of a sway
Where nothing around us could draw us away
Now this moment in time this journey of our minds
Shall reoccur in the depths of hearts passionately entwined
Categories:
conformed, love, passion
Form:
Sonnet
"Monet's paintings are best seen from afar than close up," ... by Poet.
Faraway the figment, like Monet the pigment,
the brother so gallant, how he flaunts his talent,
he paints at a farness, like a horse to harness.
On art, less than tasteful, funds spent a bit wasteful,
hence, see he a crackpot, three prunes be his jackpot.
The other, quill--fountain--built a tidy mountain,
first bees in a bonnet when he wrote a sonnet,
then that which was timeless 'twas wrote poems rhymeless.
Mom gave, 'twas none cheaply, had pockets dug deeply,
both brothers did cherish, their sinful ways perish.
Mom was not devious, planned she thought previous.
saw her boys sinister, she aimed to minister,
The Word generated, the cloth, venerated.
Conformed beautifully, her sons dutifully,
tale of our brotherhood, as she vowed motherhood.
Categories:
conformed, appreciation, beautiful, brother, character,
Form:
Alexandrine
The Power That Can Save Me..........Hello.....is.......The Power The Power That "Made a Tree"!!!!!The Power that made "The Moon,The Earth,The Sky,and "All" Creation,and brought all of that into being,and can cause it "Not To Be"has no problem saving you and me!!! If it was not for bad luck"I thought I would have no Luck at all,but when I suddenly had some "Good Luck",it caused my bad luck to fall!!The bad luck fell,and good luck is a memory that I just cannot forget:It is like the happiness that we have when we get our first "Pet"!!Bad Luck will probably try to make another call,but now that I have had,and know "Good Luck" I can really believe,and say that "Good Luck Trumps All"!!! Let us have ourselves a "Ball"as we always remember The Good Luck"that caused "The Bad Luck" to "Fall"!!!A Squirrel cracked,and busted a nut,and when we see that happen we see the power that is in you and me,and I "Love "The One who "Created""The Tree"!!!! "The Hospital Brings in "SICK Bodies",and makes a collective effort to try and fix ,and heal those sick bodies! "THE ONE WHO MADE THE TREE" can heal those who are the staff in "THE HOSPITAL",and the patients too: because "The One Who Made The Tree made life itself,and "He Lives":and is "Filled with "Mercy,and Grace" as we "Achieve Something Good"and "Thereby Become A Part Of That Which Is "The Most Beautiful!I Love The One Who Made The Tree: I know that he can save "You and Me"! Be Ye not "Conformed"but Be Ye "Transformed" by "The Renewing Of Our Minds!
Categories:
conformed, 12th grade, addiction, adventure,
Form:
Triolet
I created one type of writing in the form of a prose and a poem combined. Very similar to the Japanese version of a Haibun, only that in this type of writing I need not to set a standard of making the poem appear or sound only as haiku. One to three lines or even up to ten lines in a stanza (rhymed or unrhymed) as a poem, before or after the prose (flash story or anecdote of your interest) will do. Any form of poetry can be combined or added in or within the prose itself. I call it "Prosebite."
The prose need not to be too short nor too long, so long as the readers can comprehend the kernel or message of the prosebite.
A bite of any form of poetry and a chunk of writing in prose.
A combination of two or three (or even four) different forms of poetry can also be considered as prosebite. It is your way of expressing yourself.
Your perspective matters.
Prosebite is what you write
In form of a poem-piece anywhere.
With a prose somewhere,
With or without too many rhymes to kite.
No numbering or syllabication in lines
No stricter rules to follow between the lines.
Structure is what you do in a prosebite
Create and innovate your own bite.
Hailed haiku and haibun, we conformed
The way structures were formed.
We followed standards and rules as known
But somehow we can create our own.
(Prosebite)
Categories:
conformed, perspective, poetry, writing,
Form:
Other
They asked me to throw my life to the wind -
to not desire anything.
They said do not seek a better way to live.
We have provided the resources.
It is you that have to be proactive.
Defining the structure conformed,
a profile of people was done.
Being of mixed-blood,
these people were part of the strong hold.
Light by lantern and basin to wash-up in with
food on the table, but scarcity was seen.
Big families gathered during worship.
They were religious people and
their faith fortified them.
Some would sway when others would seek salvation.
But oh, the struggles that were present were great.
We would hear the pastor pray for God to provide us reinvigoration -
to extend his blessings to those needing persuasion.
Delineating the structure contradicted,
a profile was presented for the Lord’s forgiveness.
Being of unassailable cognizance,
here we are as true believers.
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Written January 21, 2015!
Categories:
conformed, baptism, blessing, courage, self,
Form:
Epic
Mad As a Hornet Contest
Sponsor:John lawless
Relating to the wrath of my long day,
I've seen choler moments singing my song,
But as I keep walking with head held high,
I'm shot down, turned around, knowing I'm wrong.
That was the day I became furious,
Like a tempest, violent weather storm,
Strange lonely continent, on God's green earth,
My rage started the second you conformed.
Bombshells exploding, my daily routine,
Trying to make sense of all the days lost,
The moment I tried to center myself,
Came up empty and can't afford the cost.
All you had to explain, your lost love, me,
Disoriented, grievance, self pity.
Date: November 17, 2015
Categories:
conformed, anger, anxiety, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Sonnet
I AM INTELLIGENCE!
In world of mannequins, I step to the cause.
I see this woman fussing at her child about wanting to go to the park.
How formed is this.
Hello Lady and such a beautiful boy he is.
He wants to play in the park.
However, you do not have time for that.
Let me see if I can solve your problem.
I am Intelligence.
Intelligence is a superhero that forms very delightful scenes.
I am humorous as well.
With superhuman powers, I provide a child with a dream.
I give this one the dream of playing in the park.
The child stops crying and obeys his mother.
In another episode, I am sent telepathically, an abusive scene.
I transform arriving there instantly.
Through superhuman powers, I find a nurse and instruct him via
mind to be compassionate.
Intelligence watched for several days.
The facility conformed their healthcare tactics to better ways.
A little girl has broken her leg.
Her mother neglects and flagellates her more when she does not feel well.
Intelligence has watched for a short while.
The scene was sent via the mother verbally abusing her child.
Then she would stop for quite some time.
However, the child broke her leg while riding her bike.
The mother sees the chance to abuse outright.
Intelligence deploys to her mind and the mother begins to praise the child.
Intelligence is a moralistic superhero.
No age or race barriers does this superhero has.
In the time of hostilities, I am there.
I was given my superhuman abilities to achieve peace unconditionally.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014!
Categories:
conformed, funny, hero, humorous, image,
Form:
Lay
Your abundant display of floccinaucinihilipilification
Has been established from the time of conception
Like a rotten fruit shaken to its kinetic destination
Is this not what the world expects from this generation?
Beaten into submission by the depreciation of individuality
We have conformed to the ‘it’s all about me’ mantra of impartiality
Boldly pusillanimous which enhances our real appearance of frailty
Covered up by the tinseled boulder of youthfully exuberant gaity
Just like the Quakers decided we were the ignorant ideal in their initial determinism
Then soon conveniently revised it in keeping with exhibition of popular barbarianism
You and I have been fickle in our choice which has down played truth of expressionism
Being on the fence has undermined our value; oh if only we embraced humanitarianism
Categories:
conformed, care, introspection, rights,
Form:
Didactic
A span of questions fogs the mind of man.
Some famous thinkers wonder; is there God?
Was man formed by chance or by divine plan?
If not by God, the Bible is a fraud.
Yes, Big Bang Theory through men’s minds does scan.
They may look at the world, like Adam, awed.
But the soul inside of me screams out, shouts!
The heavens pout when science leaves God out.
The Genesis account tells all minimally.
Man’s creation took God seven days.
If God’s creation to you seems flaky,
Consider that account in diverse ways.
After God rested, Earth life was empty.
Book one of Genesis says seven days.
Confusion says, “Look, a contradiction!”
The faithful say, “Find the explanation.”
Day-one atomic parts were organized.
God’s energy… orderliness began.
In great wisdom light and dark were revised.
Thus, light waves, sound waves, no waves as per plan.
Day-two divisions, has man theorized?
The waters were divided; place began.
Oh great expanse where suns-stars would soon shine.
Small things, together, all workings divine –
Day-three was the day for the seeds and trees.
Every species received traits by God’s hand.
Combinations of genes since then proceeds,
Day-four set the stars in the skies as God planned.
Our Universe became at lightening speeds.
Big Bang explains it to the human strand.
The Genesis account once known minimally,
Curiosity sees maximally.
Day-five, the day for birds, beasts, and creatures,
The genes were created, but not yet formed.
Every being received unique features.
The Powers of Almighty through space stormed.
Day-six: man, woman, genetic rapture.
To God’s great wisdom, creation conformed.
By these thoughts, my faith was persuaded,
That scientific fact has the truth, aided.
Day Seven, the day of blessings and rest.
God looked upon his goodly creation.
It was self-sustaining, working its best.
All forces, features, and facts did function.
God had laid the foundation for man’s quest.
However there was still much to be done.
He rested, time passed; creations seasoned.
Is there a God? Yes, for I have reasoned.
Ó January 26, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: In the faraway! (Old/New)
Sponsored by Giorgio V. Motiff Philosophical
*Genesis Decoded: http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3355478-
genesis-decoded
Categories:
conformed, creation, philosophy, religion, science,
Form:
Ottava rima