Best Conforms Poems
What wondrous goal makes tiny planet Earth
a stepping stone in life's eternal sea?
What spectral promise gives its journey worth
as it conforms to cosmic destiny?
What tireless pulse gives rhythm to its flight
beyond the steady rule of moon and sun?
What answer to the never-ending plight
of why and where and how it was begun?
Alive within my beating human heart
there dwells solution that can end the quest,
for born of God, I know the truth in part...
He lodged it there with grace within my breast.
From earth-life end, I step to hallowed lands,
where my Creator waits with outstretched hands.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 231
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 11/01/2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: Where To You Think You Will Spend Eternity?
Sponsor: Laura Leiser
Judged: 09/15/2015
Categories:
conforms, death, heaven, life, planet,
Form:
Sonnet
Written for Jan Allison, who then decided I should share it for poop verse afficionados.
True story, by the way.....
There are some jobs where heeding worker's safety is required
and during operations must be suitably attired
environmental hazards mean that everyone conforms
and wearing full length protection has now become the norm.
In this case, paper snowman suit with hood and full length zip
a sturdy piece of clothing and is not inclined to rip.
Whilst clearing out some premises a worker got caught short
and knew he'd never make it to the toilet, so he thought
and made a break for the nearest hedge with a newspaper he'd bought.
Just in time he squatted down, the time lag all too brief
as out in one loud massive jet his bottom got relief.
The job now done he zipped back up and dressed just where he stood
not realising, squatting, that he'd done it in his hood.
It soon became apparent, as his headwear pulled in place
as fly attracting runny doo doo dribbled down his face
His workmates doubled up in laughter, just making it worse
as he stormed off in anger like an Oreo in reverse.
So since time immemorial, the moral's been the same
that when you go, then please do so, but
just you watch your aim.
For Jan, with love 'n hugs and trembly bits, Viv x
Categories:
conforms, humor, , memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
Traveling twisting mind streams.
Grounded to earth that conforms to flow freely,
Gently follows carved curved paths,
Nothing can block its destinations track,
Tandem in movement supportive round ripples,
Rocks on which it rests and slides in tides,
Glides, eddies, and tumbles,
Calm in cool pools.
No strains against nor entrenched,
Conforms yet grows in light wide water windows,
Changes through time as it bends, it tends,
Cleans spiritual souls that mystic sparkling sight lends,
Turbulent, transforms with mounting energies,
Eternal shifts from small cliffs and life reflections,
Boundless directions share theirs,
Open to the currents creativity,
Positive energy flows and travels there,
Becoming aware, joined with passionate raptures.
~ William Wooding ~
Categories:
conforms, fantasy, inspirational, nature, travel
Form:
Alliteration
ON BEING RIGHT
The flag that bore a holy cross or crescent
Claimed to symbolise one righteousness and truth
Yet each side had same battle cry incessant
Unique virtue moved the sacrifice of youth
Europe’s fields now bear the ends of deep conviction
Interred with many as their benediction
The drive of those who dissonance engage
On fields of battle, argument, debates
Is a wish that they’re proved right - they rant and rage
Not for truth nor to determine predicates
Then they may seek success through seeming loss
When that conforms with honour at high cost
So many choose to suffer loss and pain
If it enables alien cause assigned
Being victim brings reward of others blamed
That puts you in the right, acquits your mind
Thus It may be at end, our final song
Goes like this: ‘I was right and you were wrong’
Categories:
conforms, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm not sure what you think of me
I'm not sure that you know
You tried to make me out to be
In your perfect little row
I'm not the type of person
who conforms with all the rest
Rest assure that when I'm done
My life will be proven blessed
Do you care to understand
The things that I enjoy?
Or would you rather reprimand
All the fun that I employ
I cannot make you love me
I do not have that power
though I long to have you see
I am an amazing flower
I thrive in the hottest sunlight
I soar in the coldest snow
In the rain I take to flight
In the wind I continue to glow
My lifes not on a timeline
I have no stoneset plans
But your blood is as mine
So please love me for who I am.
Categories:
conforms, life, sad, love, me,
Form:
King
The Lion, as the King of Beasts, is known:
yet, not the strongest species on his own,
and not the largest beast to stand alone;
but still, he sits upon his self-made throne.
For sure, his stately attitude enshrines
the full respect that leadership designs.
With cocky gait, full mane, he fast assigns...
each creature, large or small, conforms...resigns.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Free Verse or Rhyme - 8 Lines Max
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 05/04/2019
Categories:
conforms, animal, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes I watch the rhythm of the stars
to foretell things not present yet to come
like weather men predict rain, sleet, or snow
the skies send futurity through my thoughts
Im just a man; no more...
yawning dreams of yesterday...
before yesterday occurred
I sleep with time that tease thoughts of tomorrow
a pinch of fate sometimes is all it takes
to witness how the world will wield and break
with humble breath my heart conforms puzzles I preach
believe or not I write to you a theme
that came to me while yawning dreams of yesterday
before yesterday occurred
ill animals plague man to man
the floors of earth will shake beds as they sleep
our moon will tell the sun to low the fire
a scorching heat upon the heads of most...
to top it off the waters will devour souls that weep
without an arc the mystery cuts like a knife
untamed and innocent life
Doth thou light speakth more?
free countries greed with war!
believe or not I write to you a theme
with ink purchased in 1896.
Inside a shallow space I said hello
to me, myself and I and loneliness
secluded see the day does not exist
without a social kiss
with isolation my shape forms a shadow
that darkness only see..
Hibernating inside walls I hide my hands
friends of none my life a shelf of books that bend
I speak again with silent echoes
inside of walls that hide my hands
my ears hear sounds of company
as even birds place feathers of concern atop my released roof
sincerely, Herald Hermit
Categories:
conforms, write, write,
Form:
Epic
The material solidity taken for granted
Begins to move like plasma
The earthquake rocks the old sensibility
For nothing conforms to old belief
Again, boundaries fluid move
In out around a narrow space of certainty
In which we figure we are defined.
And between the borders
That separate what is left of what we
Know of us
And the strange irreducibility
Of paradigms to truth
We float like specks of dust
Waiting to be discovered by what is within us
That we may discover it.
And still flowers in the garden bloom the same.
Categories:
conforms, introspection, life, mysteryold, old,
Form:
Free verse
My sleep is dream-filled now --
imagined scenes, practiced dialogues,
fervid comments, loving words --
never-voiced retorts.
I resist awaking, lie in bed
clinging to a dream world --
and to that mind-constructed me
within it -- to that better, truer self,
an ached-for rosy apparition.
Do not disturb my slumber --
let me lie abed and smile
until this waking world conforms
to the ideal one I build
in dreams.
Categories:
conforms, allusion, dream, fantasy, peace,
Form:
Free verse
I kiss your lips
I taste your soul
I feel the real you inside my soul
our spirits remix
you paint my lips with your taste, your breath, your feel, your soul
your essence of existence now I feel and know
we instill to be still,
we combine our fates, unite
your thoughts cross-hatches mine
we twist, we turn closing our eyes to complete our need
we Intertwine, we tangle, we whine
our body, soul and spirit stabilizes as one
our souls intensify, fly
inscribed with love, we carve peace
we prepare our wishes to bliss, to pieces
as our feelings and emotions float with pride
the need to fill and be filled has been met indeed
our emotions glowing wild
our temperatures rise, surging high
our hearts pump thumping swift
our bodies melt conforming in rhythm
beating in synchrony to our feelings
the touch, the feelings, conforms, reforms, reshapes with a quick pace
our skins peel for healing, as ownership is achieved
we sink into each others soul and arms hugging
the unproven soul meiosis occur surging
we combine our souls evolving
as we descend with kisses of symbiosis .................
Categories:
conforms, on writing and wordsemotions,
Form:
Always thinking of the right words to say
It would have been clearer if I said it my way
Even a move is a topic for thought
Always unsure if they get it or not…
Every small gesture is a means to an end
Each little truth is a point to defend
When something is different they see it as strange
It’s more than enough to make you deranged!
Always regarding the usual as norm
Always preferring when someone conforms
Thinking it’s better if they’re all the same
Each like the other except for their name..
Ain’t that a shame?
***From the poetry eBook, IN LOVING YOU: A Journey of Love and Self Discovery
Categories:
conforms, how i feel, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
Wearing my best dress,
Stirring tea with a fine spoon,
I will mind my manners well
And be a success.
Tonight I adore the moon
While my disappointments swell.
Everyone will smile
A proper sociable grin
And ask about each other.
All will speak awhile
About how great time has been
And who is now a mother.
We used to wear jeans
And disdain the grown-up ways.
We sought out different lives.
Now it surely seems
Reaching our own grown-up days
Reveals us as standard wives.
Teenage malcontent
Seeks a newer, better world
Than what modern adults view.
Seems teenage time spent
Grows a woman from the girl
Who conforms to ways held true.
Categories:
conforms, emotions, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
I comprehend the days when rays do shine and Ra does set
When inner soul and façade connect, 24 hours in one day gave me breathe, that’s 1,440
seconds closer to death rather than oxygen left. Aspire to build that dream shape that
atmosphere, win a Nobel peace prize, become Man of the Year
Build homes in the smog inner city ghettoes, where blocks and countenance of lost souls
decay and rust, maybe spread poetry and love as well as a monumental philanthropist,
raise seeds that spread, root, bud fruit, then trees, then yield juice to saturate the Earth
with only sweet organic humanity
Turn impossible into “Can it be” then push shriveling raisons of doubt into the fathoms
of Davie Jones’s locker, to the depths of no man’s land where oxidation and sea level
pressure crush submarines into aluminum cans, cans where can’t conforms to can,
starve doubt and feed your faith, slow and steady wins the race, but more than
anything,, remember without tree-shaking fear, find that passion and equilibrium, killing
opposition and the antagonizing meniscus, swiftly remember that life through birth is not
a boomeranging discus, life never comes back so dream, execute, relax and become
life’s subtle screenplay until the script and its cast wilt into debris of cremated urns
holding dreams, aspirations, and the well worked remains of me.
Categories:
conforms, inspirationallife, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
Many a mind hurries past
the gripping splendour
in search of beauty, not to last,
while continuing in rejection of grandeur.
I look as the moments pass
at the wounded walkway.
The sand flows through the hourglass
and time conforms to seconds and seconds to day.
There, in the heart of pain,
at the crack of dawn
grows through the mundane,
purity, life’s mystery in an image drawn
Red bursts open in colours array
but expectation it defied
as time had not intended bloom ‘till the following day
and still nature’s scarlet tears are cried.
Dusk was meant to encompass
the brooding gem in the snows
but the bud unfolded in its stubbornness
and yet not its pedals froze.
I suppose the dark of night
and the bitterness of day
could not smite
what would have its own way.
The bud grew beautifully in strength
and blossomed in wisdom,
knowledgeable in great length,
yet its leaves forbade a future grim.
Somehow it lacked endurance
and what blind humanity refused to meet
became the trampling of our innocence:
the rose that grew from concrete.
Categories:
conforms, allegory, beauty, image, innocence,
Form:
Quatrain
THE SUM OF LIFE
The Sum Of life:
Between the earth and the
sunset is a Grey matter,
between your skull and your brain
is a Grey matter,
at times I feel like gray matter;
Everyone speaks and recognizes...
OZONE, or the black hole,
they speak of space,
time, and dimension...
But me, Grey matter
I am the most important matter,
the substance that form-fills,
conforms to any space it occupies.
I am always with you in many ways
I am omnipresent.
Who knows why I continue to shield you.
Sometimes I am mucus or gel-like,
I am despised on sight,
I am gray -matter...
I cause beauty to happen though.
I am not beautiful.
Unless you train your eyes
to see things differently,
see with an all-seeing eye.
You see my insides.
Did you know there's no life without me?
for I am the" embryonic sac”?
I may even be God; The Deliverer.
I am Grey matter, you turn up your nose at me,
shun, and ignore me; Slime I am.
Life-giving, lifesaving, Grey Matter.
Human beings you are full of me like it or not.
I may even be the God in you.
There's nothing wrong with grey,
Gray Matter saves "Hallelujah".
Gray matter, I want to thank you right now,
I praise you right now I never recognized you
but know my 3rd eye is open right now.
Thank you, Grey Matter,
for your slime producing snails,
research revealing cures in the
Grey Matter of their slime, worthy is thy gel...
"Hallelujah" Gray Matter... Gray Matter:
The only matter that matters.
The fact of the matter is
without you, there would be no matter.
The only matter that matters is Gray Matter;
No matter what's' the matter,
for any matter, no matter what.
I will always remember what, matter, matters.
Blood is red, and we see it occasionally,
some even worship it;
It is good to see blood every now and then
because we know it sustains.
Like the sunsets on the seashore,
the unsettling dust of the "Grey" the great gray,
the greatness of grayness is performing.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2016
Categories:
conforms, meaningful, mystery, word play,
Form:
Blank verse