Best Congenial Poems
I find her most congenial, and we
have everything in common; it’s a fact!
With all of her opinions I agree.
Our shelves with books and nic-nacs all are stacked.
To exercise at Vasa gym she goes.
I also love that place, and all the time
she’s my companion at the movie shows!
We love to write and love to make a rhyme,
and we are also glad to be a girl
and wear cute clothes and use accessories.
When on the dance floor, how we love to twirl!
My closest friend is such a cinch to please.
If you’ve met “me,” you’ve met my friend. No lie.
She also calls herself “myself” and “I.”
Dec. 13, 2019 for Regina Riddle's Best Friend Sonnet Contest
Categories:
congenial, friend,
Form:
Sonnet
Congenial spirit,
Lavish me with overflowing waters,
...fill me with a love indefatigable
O' the bliss of feeling,never falters,
supersensual of the unexplainable...
Indwelleth understanding's tears of joy
like luminescent layers of a pearl,
gently clothed by an heavenly envoy
...life of love to be,surreal.
Congenial spirit,
soothe me with angelic gentleness
eternal bliss with everlasting happiness...
Categories:
congenial, faith, hopeme, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
A heart that cries more than me
in my pain.
Whose congenial and benign teachings
make me sane.
A warm touch that dispels from me
the gales of worry.
Whose proximity ensures me that I'm
protected by her under furry.
A helping hand that always hold me
whenever I'm about to lose.
& my first teacher who makes me to
distinguish between donts' and dos'.
A voice and nothing more, an Angel
who is entirely mine just after my birth.
And she is none other but 'My Mother',
The God on Earth.
Although to define her in words is
beyond my skill.
Nevertheless I can say that her pace in
my life, none can fill.
She is the one who needs not a single
word of me to understand.
In my devastation, she is always there
to provide effusively her hand.
In the weariness of my life, with her,
I may lose to be in link.
But she ever remembers me whenever I
breathe or my eyes blink.
I can say that in search of heaven,
I needn't to go anywhere.
I would like to put my head in my
mother's lap, as its only there..
Categories:
congenial, beautiful, child, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Prose Poetry
You say that you want me but I don't believe
as I sit in your silence uncovering me
over thinking that you would even seldom think
my tumultuous waters were worth a small drink
I'm busted and broken and all sorts of wrong
living a sentence of the same fateful song
I've stolen and shaken and I'm truly mistaken
fearful of losing of what's been foresaken
Not worthy of much except this hand that's been dealt
where feelings were erected but are no longer felt
It's strange but not strange, as life leaves me behind
with two swollen eyes and a congenial mind
Always adapting, acceptingly backing
to a man, not attacking
this song has been sung
and sung and sung
Categories:
congenial, introspection, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Education
the light of our life
A gift of academic rife
Education
the key to a bright and
rewarding future
A glue that joins our
dreams like a suture
Education
A path to divine success
A smooth drive to our
greatness
Education
gives our thinking a
different appearance
And helps drive away all
our ignorance
Education
It leads us to the path of
prosperity
And gives our tomorrow a
sounding security
Education
the process of teaching and
learning
Which will help us in our
future earning
Education
shaping our true character
is the motto
Leading to a successful life
it is the major factor
Education
The progressive discovery
of our true self
And exploitation of the
potentials of oneself
Education
a better safeguard of liberty
than a standing army
A life boat that see us
through our days of stormy
Education
A torch of academic
brilliance
And package of inner
resilience
Education
the key to unlock the
golden door of freedom
And stage our rise to
stardom
Education
A life sustaining material
Without it we can’t lead a
life which is congenial
Education
not all about bookish
knowledge
But it is also about practical
knowledge
Education
makes a person stand up
on his on toes
And helps a person to fight
with all his foes
Education
A fundamental foundation
For any country state or
nation
Education
A thick line between right
and wrong
A ladder that takes us to
the height where we belong
Education
Mother of all profession
That helps acquires all our
possession
Education
Is our right
For in it our future is bright
Categories:
congenial, education,
Form:
ABC
She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.
Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a skeleton road keeper,
Was he dead or alive? she could not guess,
And she? Being alive meant not feeling helpless.
Her husband, pot-bellied, balding bully, a bull
Bulling like a bullfrog walking ahead in blue
Halting, looking back to measure the gap,
The gap would never close in to good shape.
She thought of their congenial intimacy
Seven years back, love affair, pregnancy.
They entered a shop to buy the grocery.
She saw a kid’s picture on a pad of nappy.
Death of their son, mockery of her love,
The unfaithfulness of her idiotic cove.
The shopkeeper’s son was on the phone:
“Is there any point to carry it further on?”
“I will be going to USA for three years at least
Want to be free and have fun, can’t commit.”
Her heart went on the other side of the phone
Her inner voice spoke to her in different tone.
Outside the moon shimmered on a clear summer
Her eyes shone with a clear determined glimmer
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The poem was featured in 2006 and won Honorable Mention in
The Poetry Soup International contest of July, 2006.
Categories:
congenial, lost love,
Form:
Didactic
Dihing, adjoining borderline with Arunachal, on the foothills of mighty Patkai,
In the encircling mesas of terrestrial plains of high altitudes,
lies the Assam Valley's tropical wet evergreen forests,
Named after its thick density of trees and profuse diverse ecology,
the Amazon of the East, the Dehing- Patkai Wildlife Sanctuary.
An abode to the myriad of endangered species, copious floras and faunas, a hotspot, the zone of world's richest biodiversity.
As amazing as Amazon's tropical forests, dark and dense:
The country's lungs like last lowland the evergreen rainforest.
Where the tallest of the tall trees with creepers are competing
for the sunlight forming greenish lavish canopies.
There, the animal kingdom awakens, whoops;
When the light falls, fathoming the density, filters in
The floras with the exotic species: orchids, lianas, epiphytes, are sparse and unique,
The faunas endless, the sole quirky reserve in the country with its' lush evergreen ecological system.
Nestled amidst the most picturesque valleys and hills,
Is reclining the lungs of the congenial climate for survival, of the region
A celestial abode on earth of the rarest IUCN red listed, on the verge of extinct species,
TheDehing Patkai, the richest part of the Sub-Himalayan region, a major carbon sink ecosystem.
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The Amazon of the East, with its sacred biodiversity hotspot,
is apprehensive of it's extinction
As the relentless injudicious mining and digging,
Has taken away the pulses of the oxygen feeding lush terrain,
Imagine a world devoid of rainforests, where we need to carry oxygen tanks, the most unfortunate substitution!
It's sending signals after signals not to play with its' immensely diverse tropical bio- canopy region;
To save the last remaining unparalleled foliage, affluent lowland from excision!
As no amount of wealth will be enough to save us from the impending outcomes of destruction,
Pivotal to rescue and redeem the Amazon of the East;
the tropical evergreen Dehing -Patkai reserve, the richest rainforest of the region!
Categories:
congenial, earth, education, environment, nature,
Form:
Free verse
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In tight contests,
rivals flash sour,
scheming smiles
of ignominies.
Some are spiteful
though they're down
beaten on bended,
wounded knees.
Their front act of
dire deceit: feigning
sportsmanship, not
conceding defeat.
Rancour and rage
behind their civil,
congenial masks
insidiously lurk.
Though, quietly they
lick their wounds,
they vow vengeance,
and defiantly sulk.
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Categories:
congenial, sports
Form:
Tail-rhyme
A fragrant flower left by the glamorous gods
For me to praise and panoramically ponder
A monolithic maiden rising from the pods
As each day my hopes grow fanatically fonder
Within the day she is the shimmering summer sun
Within the night she is the mated magnetic moon
Oh the wishful web that I have spontaneously spun
So I may wakefully wallow in my candescent cocoon
A congenial carnivorous Venus fly trap
Feverously floating toward her fallacious fumes
Euphorically embracing as her wings begin to flap
As I find myself in one of her tenebrous tombs
Left to rootly rot as I rapturously retire
For I shall be known as a disciple of desire.
July.12.2016
Limerence - Poetry Contest
By Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
congenial, addiction, beauty, desire, sensual,
Form:
Sonnet
Every beat is benevolent,
Rushes through the blood stream with liberation
That contributes to a congenial elation.
Categories:
congenial, fantasy, friendship, happiness, inspirational,
Form:
Haiku
Said my car,
Beautiful,
drive me in lover boy,
Slowly, Slowly,
Owe-wee
This is so congenial.
Let me savor every moment.
So tight you are revving every muscle in me.
Love it!
sweating a sheen on me,
like a fresh coat of wax.
Ah, Ah, Aha-a!
This is ecstatic,
keep me parked right here.
Don't move a squint.
Wow I am in Lovers Lane.
I mean every car would want to park here
but this Garage is mines.
12/3/2013 © A. Juman The "said" Poet
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Categories:
congenial, car, humor, lust, romance,
Form:
Free verse
The very softest forms
Of martial arts
Tai chi
It’s very similar to a dance.
You’re a dancer who dodges.
And aikido
for when things get a little rougher.
These seek to do no harm to a predator
To disarm with the least amount of force. This woman does aspire
Chi point strikes are more dangerous to your opponent, and fellow being.
If you choose to learn them, okay. That’s your choice.
You are always in the process of gathering tools.
It sickens me to hear of advice
Of gouging with keys
And other flimsy
means.
How are you supposed to take care of yourself?
Or worse, seeking to do the most harm with the least amount of effort
S. I. N. G.
That is not a type of “singing” I’d EVER endorse.
It boils my blood. That stupid coincidence-
That is laziness
And inability to feel empathy
Plain and simple.
“Miss Congeniality”
Sandra Bullock
She punches and beats up that man that did NOTHING.
There’s nothing congenial
about targeting someone’s genitals.
And then teased him
And everyone LAUGHED.
Who’s the sociopath now?
Or the SADIST???
If a man punched a woman anywhere
And then taunted her
You would be baying for his blood.
Like lionesses who wolf down dogs cowering
You are not that different.
You’re the same species.
Sheesh.
Categories:
congenial, gender,
Form:
How delicious the feeling after long days
Occupying tedious roadways to find
Myself encompassed by congenial walls,
Enjoying the pleasure of harmonious spaces.
Soft pillows and bed enfold this
Weary body, quieting the inner wandering;
Each window winks a welcome, lights
Eagerly extend bright arms to hold me,
Tender guardians in a darkly changing world.
Hover over and around me, blessed quiet,
Only found where the sweet departed whisper
Memories of all that makes a place a home, where
Empty chairs, once theirs, embrace me warmly.
Copyright, January 31,2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
congenial, home, memory, peace,
Form:
Acrostic
Guests of Niagara Falls
A narrative stays untold,
Of which I can recall
Since the time I was 5 years old.
Between two cataracts
A strip of earth does lie,
A terrain of little impact
Found beneath the New York sky.
Upon this stretch of soil
A gentleman did live,
Fed up with worldly spoil
And with what it had to give.
Days were spent in solitude
Among the grassy plot,
From the world he did seclude
In this most congenial spot.
But oh how days are mournful
And nights are filled with strife,
A man becomes quite scornful
With no one to share his life.
His thoughts flooded with pain
He grew weary and forlorn,
Then one day they found his remains
A victim of bridal veil’s scorn.
The legend continues today
Rumors are told on the byland,
Of acute and utter dismay
The tale of the man of Goat Island.
Categories:
congenial, mystery, nostalgia, , cute,
Form:
Ballad
(What Mankind Forgot)
We forgot our place in life
We forgot how to be alive
We forgot our connection to life and the cosmos
We filled our homes, schools and hospitals with the killer asbestos
We forgot our ancient wisdom
We forgot the wisdom from the opening of our heart the knowledge and stories of How we did come About and how we did start
We forgot the knowledge of natures forces
We forgot the power from the deepest of sources
We stole from our planet and are using up all of its resources
We forgot our path and our dreams
We polluted our once purest streams
We took from earth many things we did not need
We built cars, planes and trains that pumped out poison that us and our future Generations are Expected to breathe
We have to take we cannot leave
We ditched our horses and bred them wild
But wild they are not
Their help and ability we forgot
We forgot our true purpose
We are caught in the mass trance of fabricated consensual reality
We lost sight of our authenticity
That inner spark that drives us towards our happiness and self-realization
We lost our True destiny
We forgot that we are here to be realized as spiritual beings embodied in a physical form and Embedded in a congenial universe
We forgot that everything revolves around and is love
We forgot how to love and be loved
We live on bended knees to a force that isn't seen with thy eye
That should see the truth
We cannot see without the proof
We forgot what we once stood for
We shunned it out and locked the door
We are no more
What we once was
Mankind has lost all scense of what it means to be free
Be bend down and hand away our pride and dignity
To the power that over rules our reason to exist
We are stranded and scared in a forever descending mist.
Written by sarah Linklater 28th march 2015
Categories:
congenial, change, corruption, deep, earth,
Form:
Rhyme