Best Congest Poems
The ignorant ones claim,
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen
how I've slaughtered
malicious demonic sea creatures
that slithered along my spine,
undisturbed nor provoked.
You are the singing sunrise
to my sultry sunset,
weaving silver sonnets
from beige ballads
seducing my spirit
into sweet slumber—
igniting nocturnal
Novembers with
crimson showers
upon sepia stems,
because It's no longer
the climatic chaos I fear,
it's the calm you've crafted,
continuing to be
my constant comfort.
Your devotion adds
color and clarity in my once
monochrome existence,
as you've polished
the dimmed stars in my eyes,
they now glitter like
shimmering fireflies,
a reincarnation
of the strength
from Freyja's tears,
after you kissed them
with your silken soft sagas.
When the days begin
to dawn upon dreary dusks
you've aromatized my
universe with summer scents.
Thor's thunder could
not demolish our
kind of spring as
our celestial spirits
float around the nine realms.
A part of you will
forever rhyme as
clusters of couplets
fated to be,
the rest of you flow
like simple stanzas
of empathic free verse.
As my story will make
Odin ashamed, and
Fenrir cry, so when all
the beauty of butterflies
congest my throat,
preventing me from
pouring dreams of
stardusts upon
your selfless quill…
always remember us
for the times we swayed
and enclasped into
our own silhouette,
running from the
stormy disarray of society’s
serpentines,
swimming in Satanic
sapphire seas.
Whilst the debt I owe
for your generosity will drown
me in endless poetry,
floating on metaphors
without blueprints,
keeping the vampires
from Beelzebub's door,
releasing me from the
chains of uncertainty …forevermore.
Categories:
congest, feelings, miss you, myth,
Form:
Free verse
Should'a Read The Fine Print
I am intrigued by all computer tasks,
and competent and skilled in every scheme
from word process and graphic arts design,
to spreadsheets, database and all between.
But, I became too confident last week
when I downloaded upgrades that were bad
for programs that I use...I acted quick...
and what a sad computer crash I had!
You see, the upgrade versions were not right;
computer froze with dreaded screen of blue!
Technician came and, for a hefty price,
it was repaired and set to go as new.
The moral is, I thought I knew it all
and cut some corners...shortened up the stint.
I learned a lesson I will not forget...
I really should'a read that dang fine print!
Sandra M. Haight
~10th Place~ Premiere Congest
Contest: I Really Should'a Read the Fine Print
Sponsor: John Lawless
Iambic Meter: 10 syllables and 5 feet per line
Judged: 04/28/2016
True story - This happened April 2, 2016, and I got my computer back a week later.
Thank goodness I had all my documents and important files backed up on an
external hard drive (done every day) whereby I hooked it up to an older computer and could proceed with my work - especially for Poetry Soup!!
Categories:
congest, computer, corruption, grief,
Form:
Verse
Outburst of joy from the silvery streaks,
Of skies with blue and clouds that speak -
Silenced by the breeze, the waves flow through
Washing the past...for a life so new.
If only my heart could touch you now
It will speak of love and a solemn vow
With a new day from a lullabye of the night
My life with you starts a brighter sight.
You wake me up from my deep slumber
When all else were gone in mid-September
We met and crossed the bridge in May
I held your hand..."I'm willing to stay."
Now the sun is up and seeks for us, apart
A lot of questions congest my heart
Why should we be so far from each other?
Will destiny lead us through, so soon to be together?
I ache so much to wake up, alone
From the sturdy night my strength can hone
Lest I forget that, there's always YOU, my day should start
I will just close my eyes...and look inside my heart.
Categories:
congest, loveday, life, , Lullaby,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
WHEN NERVES AND PULSE CONGEST
Tender are the days brushed with thoughts of light
when yesterday rolling, rolling are the tears...
Jagged nerves and pulse congest in colliding repair,
they... rise to roar beams and rays of medley grace.
Glitters of gold and red cartwheel slow on my face,
I, before filthy shades of earth stand like a knight
to whoever dares, forgetting crime as I fight!
Even to ember flames of days, I... brave to step and chase
for if deep the earths' steep it births you: "my sunshine",
I keep forth to reap a mirth: me being with you.
Black as coal creep, it rebirth night that seeps the signs
but later sun peeps, its smile girths our blues.
To a new life, new day, I faithfully consign
with burning daylight as my sweep leap to have you...
__________________________________________________
***Sponsor rob carmack
Contest Name Screwed IV
~~5th Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
11:02 pm. April 24, 2015
Categories:
congest, desire, feelings, life, love,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
diminished hexaverse using words rather than syllables
Moon dust is said to cause
woe for earthling’s noses and lungs.
Powdery particles eat through stainless steel,
stick like glue and congest breathing.
I mention in passing another threat -
moon dust jams expensive electronic equipment.
Moon dust floats down unknowingly
to earth carrying deep secrets
from the lunar atmosphere like
invisible snow - pixie dust which
beguiles enchanted earthlings with ecstasy.
Some dreamers have insisted
that these invasive particles
when dispersed upon them,
totally transfixes two teenagers:
increasing their chances
for physical attraction -
magical, mesmeric magnetism,
doubling parents'
apprehension and
angst.
Categories:
congest, love, moon, parents, teen
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Close your eyes and rest your little head,
Time has come for you to go to bed,
I will gently stroke your little cheek
Go to sleep; go to sleep.
Piglet and Pooh Bear under each arm,
For you know with them your safe from harm.
Restful sleep until the morning comes,
I will hum; I will hum.
Let’s ride your rocket over Saturn,
Come circle Jupiter and mars.
Venus; such a lovely planet,
See the Milky Way and all its stars.
See the lambs that you saw at the Zoo,
With your Piglet and your Pooh Bear too.
Ev’ry star you visit carve a notch,
I will watch; I will watch.
Time then for a quiet peaceful sleep,
Where the Angels your soul gently keeps,
Guarding there until the break of day.
I will pray; I will pray.
Brenda Meier-Hans
09.01.2014
Contest: Poem not in PS congest #14
PD
Categories:
congest, angel, baby, child, innocence,
Form:
Lyric
(For a blind man…)
Sighted vision is a mystery.
Whether sitting on the divan,
Busily washing a dishpan,
Or sitting outside getting a tan.
Jon, them thin hands see.
Whether using salt and not cayenne,
I declare you amaze me, man.
You work and live industriously.
I remain your biggest fan.
Jon, them thin hands see.
Whether riding in a sedan
Or walking on the street,
You always greet the folks you meet.
Friendship never does retreat.
Independently living my dear friend.
Jon, them thin hands see.
© April 11, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for PS Member Congest: Anagrammatically Speaking
Sponsored by: nikko palmario
Categories:
congest, life, mystery, people, social
Form:
Rhyme
Your acquisition congest the entire space
in the lane of such prosperity, alone you race
every powerful influence has your distinct trace
with such a charisma conducting so much grace.
Affluence alone cannot repel every calamity
it makes an empty mind close to insanity.
Exclude the great provider, all becomes vanity.
Categories:
congest, christian, god, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Finding Presence
Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move
Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street cleaner
The sliding steel-front security doors
Excited canines straining leashes
Open casements echoing emphysema-regrets
Merging with the early morning smells and start-up images
City’s reality mix awakening
Conscious-walking shakes loose somnolence
Opening eyes to the gargoyles atop historic landmarks
Their stoic residence mirrored in all-glass surroundings
Urban growth towering over huddling addicts of all types
Weary of sleepless nights
Enjoined by occasional pouting mannequins
Dressing light-starved windows
Poised to portray tourist-trap knockoffs
Rayon for silk
Fantasy for verity
Predatory “going out of business” choices ubiquitous
Shut down shops—beaten
Barely open shops—clinging
Wanderers drifting listlessly
Rising early by guilty conscience
Some prodding their welfare bodies to move
Others fearing unfaithful one-nighters become known
Old widows lean from their tenement windowsills
Having endured another sleepless night of heat
Too poor to leave the city
Too proud to ask of children
Soon
Sunrise bathes the grayness with color
Subway entrances congest
Yellow cabs begin cacophonous warm-ups
Like an orchestra of out-of-tune instruments
Their blasts are met with the inescapable “Taxi!” “Taxi!”
Deli workers spread cream cheese
Warm Bear Claws
Brew bad coffee
Wish their customers “have a good one”
Keeping secure their jobs
For another day
Returning home
Five flight walk up
One’s feet beg relief from the morning roam
A pull on the carton of OJ
A flip-on of the two-burner
The water to boil
A drop into the drug-from-the-dumpster-couch
Chock-Full-Of-Nuts in waiting
Want ads front and center
A few deep breaths
Just another day
Surviving the city
Categories:
congest, on work and working,
Form:
Free verse
Respect sets the stage for love’s serge.
Where, esteem and flattery merge.
Infatuation births passions.
Self worth overcomes excitements
And casts off mundane enticements.
Integrity stays emotions.
Respect sets the stage for love’s serge.
Where, esteem and flattery merge.
Hold firm to dreams of tomorrow.
Meet not emotional sorrow.
Infatuation births passions.
Integrity stays emotions.
Respect sets the stage for love’s serge.
Where esteem and flattery merge.
October 29, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Congest: Sonnetina Rispetto - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Categories:
congest, emotions, feelings, success, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Forge writes that fling pulse that appeal,
Thought ever springs constructs you feel.
Tale from mere vines as words congest,
Savvy crafts lines that sparkles fest.
From here to there and then some more,
Seek twisted fare in shades and shores.
Hints gather tints in colours cheer,
Vivid the mint where strains endear.
Fund passage bold with crafty say,
Page now unfold such slightly sway.
Encode the feel of lost charades,
In time find will in lines you trade.
Unleash the glow of words that come,
Surge, urge and flow prime how feel sums.
Cite if you must the path words swirl,
Soul lives a trust in this rough world.
Confer with time where space allows,
Poignant sounds rhyme with sweat of brow.
Leon Enriquez
28 March 2016
Singapore
Categories:
congest, allusion,
Form:
Couplet
Flowing downstream, over the well washed stones
The water carries the newly fallen leaves
Beautifully corroded in colors of yellow, red, and brown
Belonging to the stream and to the earthen bliss
The remnants of the mighty tree’s glorious statement
Offering its only poignant ways of life’s given theories
Those of the Autumn desires to bring with it deliverance
That of being in reality of one’s own self, versus sending
Pieces of nothing, which the tree never harbors truthfully
In any avenue of the streams desires to wash ashore
The banks of its only pebbles and stones which keep
Some of the leaves as souvenirs, reminders of times
And days which the Earth brought weather gracefully
To its own self metered, sun bathed, water splashed
Equally spaced sounds of a trickle, downwards it flows
And holding a form of what once was a majestic
Plant, stronger than most of the Earthly sages
Lovelier is its descending powers of light emitting colors
Washed with Earth mud, and dirt, and the life giving
Water that supply’s all living things with support
In which to live, Autumn carries much delight in its dance
Of the married leaves, those that grow to become
The great ones, those that make it to full yellow
Or to extreme red, or even to complete orange
These wild leaves, hold a true, non-self-centered degree
Of existence, blending in with all other leaves of gold
Bringing about it a masterpiece of joyous sounds
From the smells of the insect markings, to the raindrops
That leave their own scent, blessing in its own sense
Lifting higher than the wind, when blown skyward
Then laying perfectly on the water, to be moved down
The stream, to find the pile of leaves packed at a log
All dressing up to be their best in appearance for anyone
Who happens to find their way to this happy spot
Where the water meets the log, and the leaves congest
Just like love flowing in the Fall, accepting its target
And resting place to pledge its devotion to its harbor
Where all the leaves of multicolor to congregate and hear
Their words beaming true and feeling their veins please
One another in a blessing of the leaves, on an Autumn day
Autumn Colors Contest
20 September 2017
Categories:
congest, autumn, nature,
Form:
Free verse
You said you loved me
I let down my robe
I gave you a sight of what I had
never let
any other man behold,
Then you said you needed me,And
just
like Isaac lay still on the altar
Without a fight or argument with
his
father
Because of the unquestionable trust
that
he had,
I too lay down on your bed
Convinced my racing thoughts and
tensed
up nerves to rest
Then I gave you full control of
everything
that I had
And I was willing to always go by this
trend
If and only when...
You promised one thing
That you would always love me,
That you would always need me,
I begged you to promise
You quickly said yes...
Magical doesn't fully describe it
Lets call it beautiful
You took me up the clouds over the
hills
Unable to take normal calculated
breaths
But still finding utmost pleasure in
the
struggle to stay alive
I was yours and you were mine
We were each other's for the rest
of our
lives...
The lunch after I could rarely touch
my
food
I kept mixing and turning the rice
inside
the soup
My mind going back to that moment
Replaying every second without
missing a
single detail
Pausing and rewinding for better
sound
effects
I was what they called stupified
Dazzled by your love...
Mary tapped me
Saving me from being consumed by
this my
midday dream
'Guess what I forgot to tell you
John texted me this morning
Saying that he had missed me
And that he wanted us to meet
And the shocking bit is
He said that he loved and needed
me
I really don't......'
I didn't hear the rest of what she
said
My brain had frozen at that
sentence
The exact same words that you
had
used to lure me into your bed
I felt my gut crump and congest
For a moment, I couldn't even feel
my
legs...
I wanted to ask you how you could
betray
me
How you could play and toy with my
feelings
How you would callously go against
your
sworn promise,
And then rude reality hit me
Our terms of agreement
Did not restrict your heart's
movement
'Always love me
Always need me'
Yes...
But you were free to add everybody
else.
Categories:
congest, pain
Form:
ABC
Faster than a precipitous squall, ivy spreads and climbs the wall. It's quarried a landlocked structure in Nepal. Through the cracks wails an ominous battlefield call. The preamble of turnacets tied tight by medics to stall as profanities ptyalise saturating gauze deep red with gall. Hanging the jaws in fascinated appall , rubberneckers congest the receiving friends' line snaking down the hall. Perturbation too thick to order from short to tall, the shoulders stacked by chaos wearing a one size fits all shawl. So barbwire a must install to tear then rake camouflaged skin off words that underneath crawl. To limit the insidious minifies the onslaught threatening to befall. Protecting the house sometimes requires merciless law taking only two at high noon to draw.
Categories:
congest, allegory, emotions, evil, life,
Form:
Prose
God above loves righteousness; it is ADORED.
He sent his son to us because of his great LOVE
I am forever grateful to my living LORD.
Jesus died on the cross, arose and lives now, ABOVE.
© May 21, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Congest:
ONE SINGLE FOUR LINE END RHYME EITHER OF aaaa,abab,abba
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
congest, faith, religion
Form:
Quatrain