Best Congruity Poems
Essence melancholic bemoans, echoing soul’s doleful cry
When clamors of unrequited love, earnestly amplify,
Bruised yearnings of deep desires, as lovelorn heart sighs,
For the longings of shattered passions, tearing her eyes.
Deep feelings of emptiness, no longer can she bear,
Burning with intensity, as wistful flames of rejection flare,
From the void of emotions, from sinful, loveless affair,
Bawling now in frustration, blaring anguish of despair.
Soul grieves for love elusive, she believed to be true,
The kind that blossoms hearts; and doting minds woo,
Alas! It was a tantalizing allure, irrevocably gone askew,
An illusion, alike gems, refracting from morning dew.
Soul rises from abandonment, escaping abyss of grief,
Deploying enlightenment, vying calm of ethereal relief,
As cohesion and congruity reconnect to angelic bliss,
Releasing negative feelings, rekindling love-vibes amiss.
Spirits reinvigorated emerge from dreaded goodbye
As soul’s insight redirects influence of love drifting awry,
Exiting barren desert, to find oasis on the other side,
Entrusting mystique of love, passions romantic confide.
As the holy season commemorates revelations of scriptures,
Sacred flame burning within, reinvigorates soul’s intellect,
Steering away from the fallible, toward realms of perfect,
Away from servitude of wealth, to caring for less-fortunate;
Empowering wisdom, vying sapience of enlightenment,
Inspiring collaboration in sanctity of spiritual exchange,
Rejecting overtures nescient, engaged in narrowness,
That confine humanity in fallacies unwitting, misguided.
In domains of self-reflection, repentance, and forgiveness,
Voice of indifference cedes to psalms compassionate,
As defective acts vow to mend ways, yearning for flawless;
Remorseful and empathetic, eying benevolence of solace.
From teachings of awakening, from sagacity of harmony,
Cognitive minds seek insights, transcendent in epiphany,
Propelling life toward enrichment in peace and congruity,
Vying spheres beyond the ordinary, edified in tranquility.
From sanctum of souls, depths of hearts, bells-pious chime,
Tolling expressions of kindness, echoing prayers sublime,
Celebrating precious gift of life, grateful for glory of divine,
As lanterns ethereal guide humanity, through reign of time.
A candle burns deep, in core of every soul,
A sacred flame, an ethereal halo of intellect,
A guide heavenly, a mystique that educates,
Defying overtures of egotism and pettiness,
A beacon of wisdom beaming rays eternal
On passage to liberty that was always there
Yet, elusive to arrogance and ignorance,
Mired in obscurities and misguided fallacies.
Soul never rests, sailing vast oceans of life,
Whether upon apex or troughs of tides
Vying shores spiritual, buoying endearment,
Inviting apathy and hubris to temple of solace
Delivering words of sermon compassionate,
Teaching of awakening and enlightenment,
Liberating from beliefs narrowly defined
Toward empathy, enriching hearts, and minds,
Transcending to rebirth of happiness divine,
In harmony with salvation, an epic realization,
An epiphany heard through angelic citations
Emanating from influences beyond transitory,
Forever missives of attainment and peace,
Embracing serenity of solitude, clarity of being,
Achieving bliss of cohesion and congruity,
Set free beyond bounds of mundane, ordinary,
Attaining divinity in realm of humanity.
In society we seek security
We make purity a priority
We prefer clarity as oppose to transparency
And want our dignity to be seen as piety
All while prefering luxury to charity
And loyalty to our royalty
While our own faithfulness
A probability instead of responsibility
Weak with an inability to suppress
Impresionability yes we go willingly
Useing ingenuity for promiscuity
Shatering the ballance of fidelity
Destroy the institution of reliability
Shame the good name of liberty
Carry impurity into infinity
Selfishly seeking impunity and immunity
While chipping at the unity of community
Destroying the integrity of the family
All in the context of one congruity
Can one infideliy beget so much cruelty
I will not hold back
My dreams have traveled
As far as the heavens exists . . .
And beyond
I have created my own dimensions
That I may dwell
In a certain certifiable solitudionous state
Where I visit
To reclaim my ‘Self’
And recover my divine balance
I have looked into the eyes
Of ‘Reciprocity’
And saw my self
Looking back at me
Examining my
Authenticity
I have spawned
Alternative lives.
Existences
That I have lived to their fruition
In but a
Blink of the eye
I saw you there
My heart has danced
To the undulating rhythms
Of concordant harmonies
Shared betwixt
The Waves of the Oceans,
The Moon
And the Mother of all things . . .
Earth
The pathways and the waters
Of Life
May be uncharted
But have I not been this way . . .
Before ?
I have sang along
With many different types
Of birds
Emulating their charming
Chatter, chirping
And the characterizations
Of their presence
And congruity
I have peered
With my naked primal eye
At the Sun,
The Moon
And the Stars
Embracing my endless possibilities
And all that may be
Can be,
Will be
And is
I saw you there as well
I have thought about things
Until I was high on them;
I have thought about things
Until I believed
There was no way out
Of the abyss
I created
From my own consciousness
I have even though about things,
Until my head began to hurt,
And my spiritual zeal
Wilted
Like the dated and
Unnurtured flowers
In the Gardens of Hope
I live mostly
With my heart on my sleeve,
But from time to time,
There are vagrant weeds,
Fears
And doubts
That visit my doorstep
Hoping to claim my abode
As a home
And share space
Along with my ego
And it’s un-founded esteem
My ‘Soul’ is of all things
And all things are
Of my ‘Soul’
And the truth of ‘it’
And all of its darkness
And grandeur
Can be found
‘Right Here’
In the ‘Singular’
We call ‘Now’
Will not you sing along with me
As we skip through this journey of wonder,
Wandering here and there
With no particular agendas . . .
But love
I see you there . . .
Me . . .
I will not hold back
© 6 january 2018 : william s. peters sr.
www.iamjustbill.com
Temerity is the Clarity,
of seeing things all the way through,
Ingenuity and Congruity,
come along for the rendesvous,
with Conscientousness and Perseverance,
you have gathered a most formidable crew,
but it is Temerity with all Sincerity,
that acts to form the glue.
Donald
Who is brave, beneficial and beautific.
Who is the son of Frederick Christ "Fred" Trump.
Who loves politics, congruity
and the peaceful world.
Who feels excitement, anticipation
and Elysian bless.
Who needs embolden, conduce and love.
Who fears felonies, ferocities and A-bomb.
Who would like to see peaceful world,
more sunrises and greens.
Who shares interlocks, interacts and integrates.
Who is a president, father and friend.
Who is a resident of white House.
Trump.
Vanish Into Thin Air
Into thin air she wanted to vanish;
Never knew how to Speak Spanish;
Mark did miss,
Being ludicrous;
Was with anguish being outlandish.
Perpetuity and Congruity
We propose that purpose of a perpetuity,
Is to encourage ambition in a community;
Minds expand;
We do demand;
It can promote unity along with congruity.
After heating Mr. Kahn about Constitution
and his son and family.
Jim Horn
Current events is always a great thing
to write poems about.
Quote: Nature is flawed yet flawless, the ground likes your toes, and that your ponytail endears the breeze. (By Poet)
Sunset evolves into a dust cloud.
As the colors shift, the trees become dreary.
In the wee hours, a drumbeat of loud sirens howled.
As the sun sets, bright glossy white clouds fall utterly.
Not Beyond the earth or screens.
Nature, at her finest, is mixture of flowers and greens.
The lofty trees wore a white cloak floating the scenes.
Rather than snarling down the hill, they took it slowly.
Snow was a curse, nature was a mystery.
Ecosystem plants, alike humans, can mortify.
Even clueless people may now grasp the global natural crowd.
Men must live in congruity with nature and work unweary.
Nature and mind are always gleans.
Let's save colorful flowers swing in the homely.
Written: July 15, 2021
Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
There is congruity in incongruity,
Where nothing is really something,
And is behind your back,
Really in front your front,
Just a double negative perplexity.
My mind as for consciousness;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
My heart joyous confidence;
Minds preference being variant;
Mystic muddle moods
Orientations being divergent;
Bodies soul wash in detergent;
Disputed conflict will be maybe;
Impending impingement honesty;
Mystic muddle moods congruity moments;
Conscience alignment conjunction rimes in;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
Mystic muddle moods
My mind as for consciousness;
Alas, I let my mind not my heart rule my heart?
Imparting, what
Mystic muddle moods
6/23/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
From water to soil, we continued.
All that I've at any spot known has been rottenness.
I can hear myself awakening close to the water spewed.
Each component of this second was essential to my awareness.
I needed to create this experience a piece of my life.
For quite a long time, I've envisioned myself as auld and dim.
My grandma's fondness, my youngster's delight, and strife.
I was drenched in your and my spirits joining time.
Among your and my bodies is a knot of all-out satisfaction.
We softened into one another in exotic yearning.
The sort of affection doesn't last in this section.
My head is overpowered with thoughts churning.
I realize every one of the firearms utilized before it was on me.
So I put my protective layer on and opened the fortitude entryway.
Fantasy dreams can infrequently solve as standard keys.
Some vaporous lines have been harmed away.
Then, at that point, I understand I'm speechless.
I feel as though I'm suffocating in my consideration.
I felt perplexed in the maze, reachless.
Because each untruth is made up of many assumptions.
There's most likely a channel plug.
Do you wish to be covered? Disintegration
I don't grasp whether this is a clean or a fatal drug
However, I trust tomorrow will be a day of action.
I can set to the side my feelings of dread.
It assumed responsibility for my apprehension and ambiguity.
A steel-clad article of clothing that encloses me as dead.
Carry me truly close to my thoughts and congruity.
Yet, it is the subtleties that we ignore.
This is the fundamental thing to me.
Furthermore, I need everything to explore.
Breathing stops for a short period under a tree.
Written: July 19, 2021
When suited with loneliness, sorrow is seductive.
I reek trefoils and heed we bear a deep urge to relate.
My quest for commonality steered me to a lake fictive.
Pondering the twilight steam, so the lake whirls me to debate.
Ridden by the ethos, a lilac cloud goes to a grape.
I reek trefoils and heed we bear a deep urge to relate.
There are harmony and congruity here, just as kinship.
A slight wind doesn't sham the willow's sensory body.
Ridden by the ethos, a lilac cloud goes to a grape.
One thing I lack haunts a bustling life with true liberality.
In this world, even a hunter and prey may gain alliance.
A slight wind doesn't sham the willow's sensory body.
I wish to be vital for that globe, producing hot guidance.
This information might work with us exploring the world.
In this world, even a hunter and prey might gain alliance.
As I unwind in peace, I realize life follows a vital word.
To reduce interruption caused by uncommon conflictive.
This information might work with us exploring the world.
My quest for commonality steered me to a lake fictive.
Written: January 3, 2022
The night's breath is mumbling in my mind.
Maybe I'd never heard it once in a decade.
After this, I must share my story forever.
A Gift to a shrinking heart and sea dispatcher
Purplish blue-colored waves stimulated the stones.
A tasty, rainforest, and never-ending zones.
A dazzling fancy tree and a flock of clear birds!
By sunset, the shore rises, and wildlife group in girds.
A few groups live in congruity with nature.
People can live in the wild with no dread to injure.
And realize how to transform fresh fish into cash.
Mindful of and can stay away from a torrent crush.
You're an enormous wave till you strike my soul.
Avian exists in the middle of rainfall.
Our spirits are lifted by a stroll by the ocean.
Rising over anguished seas that can't hang on.
Also, shells and footprints in the sea as well.
Stunning whales may be seen where they dwell.
Golden rays of the sun glided over the brine.
Recollections smash alike spear at bowline.
1st place winner
Written: August 21, 2021
Writing Prompt, Oceans or Seas - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1st Place contest winner
A Strand (1067) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
We lament for what others can see.
a sense of self-congruity.
We yearn to be purified of flaws.
Also, sorting through the abuse.
grabs a hold of it via an inaccurate immersion.
utterly absurd.
What else are you going through?
It's quite reminiscent of a hologram.
the moment we crave a smidgeon of empathy.
Charmingly haphazard credibility.
Written: March 23, 2022