Best Consigns Poems
The Usa Is Not PerfectThe USA is not perfect
never has been
never will be
Unlike Russia, which has
‘no alcohol problem’
‘no civil disobedience’
‘no LGBTQ populace’
Not to mention no truth...
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Categories:
consigns, america, history, international, leadership,
Form:
Free verse
To Acclimate Academia - Social Theological StudiesTO ACCLIMATE ACADEMIA - SOCIAL THEOLOGICAL STUDIES
Once God confused the languages, humanity processed out to form religion.
Yet, creation had given us our own separate places
WHEREFORE, the Berlin Wall was placed to confront differences in opinion.
Was one nation negated?
History has shown us that man is his...
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Categories:
consigns, bible, change, community, creation,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Crazy Profound 5Live lovely looks
Bright blessings book
Craze consigns crook
Oomph orders ooze
Beer bottle booze
Senile sense snooze
Go gather good
Mix motive mood
Fashion fine food
Leapfrog lame lines
Flavours frame fine
Muse mellows mine
Do design deed
Free fragrant feed
Waste wallows weed
Live lazy light
See sparkling sights
Blooms blossom bright
Rush rescues run
Play prunes pure pun
Sight scotching sun
Seed spacious...
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Categories:
consigns, desire,
Form:
Alliteration
Ode To the SunSunrise, Oh aural hymn of spirituality,
Vibrant in it’s splendour and magnificence,
Sending nocturnes to daytime slumber,
Bathing life to a yawning earth.
Piercing the day’s birth with colours and hue,
The Master’s tableau, a glorious canvas,
Fiery paints, swirling strokes and defiant beauty
The bright facet of the world’s axial...
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Categories:
consigns, uplifting, visionarylife, life,
Form:
The Crowning Glory!...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many...
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Categories:
consigns, inspirational
Form:
Verse
Unnoticed 2I sit and watch
Contentment seizes --
Magic happens
Pathways within
An unseen mind --
Manipulates madness
Logic questions sense
Molehill reservations --
Rapture says nothing
Re-discover pulse
In tired ways --
Let zest escalate
Time comes and goes
Breezy as the zephyr --
Cool tonic water
Opinions stacked
Feedback confronted --
Cynic attending
Islands apart
Sun-tan lotion --
SPF 100
Conflict and pain
Raw nerves mangled...
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Categories:
consigns, change,
Form:
Haiku
HappeningsFalling leaves
Paragraphs wind blown;
Telling a story
~~~~~~~~~
Two carrot cakes
Different recipes;
Delightful outcomes
~~~~~~~~~
House work calls
Busy with home work;
Fastidious hands
~~~~~~~~~
Watch what happens
Random rain wets;
Harsh heatwave irrigates
~~~~~~~~~
Yes once again
That time of year;
Haze adds colour
~~~~~~~~~
Geopolitics confers
Conflict confronts calm;
Uneasy peace
~~~~~~~~~
This great stretch
Sea and boundaries;
So many claims
~~~~~~~~~
Difficult choices
No middle path;
Fumble taking sides
~~~~~~~~~
So much...
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Categories:
consigns, change,
Form:
Haiku
We Are the FantasyWhen all there is might seem a mess,
Adrift, far out to sea
When all there is seems somehow less
Than what it ought to be
We cannot know, but we can guess
We are the fantasy.
As planets move within their spheres,
We see their harmony;
Watch birds in flight migrating...
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Categories:
consigns, analogy, atheist, faith, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
My Marriage Proposal To ChizzieChizzie,
Your magical kiss electrifies my poor soul,
it soothes my dry tongue with your salivary honey.
It satisfies my innate needs like money
earnestly sought for to meet every set goal
listed in a schedule of a lifetime's needs.
Any time I gaze at you, your beauty feeds
my creative imagination...
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Categories:
consigns, love,
Form:
Lyric
K167 and K168 of Canto Xvii of the Thiruk-Kural With Translations and CommentaryK167 and K168 of CANTO XVII of the THIRUK-KURAL with Translations and Commentary
[Here, again, in these two couplets Thiru-Valluvar is having the time of his life making his followers dread the consequences of what he certainly considers the worst of all sins: ENVY.
He has therefore...
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Categories:
consigns, bible, humor, jealousy, mentor,
Form:
Epigram
MystiqueMeet that strange choice at life's fork road,
Yet risk consigns a confused mind;
Sense knows a voice that bears the load,
Teaser aligns conflict in kind;
Impeach odd times with awkward glitch,
***** curious sighs flavour the scene;
Urge punctures chimes as fortunes pitch,
Expect vain cries to ooze between.
Mind shows...
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Categories:
consigns, blessing,
Form:
Sonnet
Fibonacci Verses 3Heart
Starts
Bold art
Joins all parts
To fill soul's sure cart
As glimpse bestows love's fond impart
Mind
Finds
Truth blind
Charm designs
Beauty that aligns
Finesse and poise where cheer consigns
Soul
Moulds
Unfolds
Sense of whole
Stray pieces now hold
Ancient kingdoms in pristine gold
Form
Storms
Prior norms
Yet transforms
Our modern reforms
To usher new dwellings and dorms
Space
Pace
New race
Light of grace
Intervenes to...
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Categories:
consigns, analogy,
Form:
Fibonacci
PassionPurpose firms act
With steady poise,
Passion with tact
Can manage choice.
Motive and sense
Seed a sure fate,
Go beyond tense
To live fond date.
Song and story
Adapt to style,
Dance feeds feisty
To curl a smile.
Salute the day
That comes with fest,
Align cheer's say
In brilliant jest.
Spirit sparks soul
In body-mind,
Heart feels a whole
In oneness kind.
Touch...
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Categories:
consigns, blessing,
Form:
Quatrain
The Crowning Glory...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many...
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Categories:
consigns, tribute, writing,
Form:
Verse
The Crowning GloryHe keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heros in the making,
but a...
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Categories:
consigns, writing,
Form:
Verse