Best Copying Poems
Envious Ivy was her name
I’d buy something new – she’d put me to shame
My designer coat in a shade of emerald green
Ivy bought an identical one just to be mean
She was the most terrible copycat
See your purchase and say ‘oh I fancy one like that’
If I got a new car you could guarantee
Ivy would get the same just to copy me
She was like a shadow that just wouldn’t leave
If I had a great idea then Ivy would thieve
The copying went on for many many years
I got so fed up with it I'd end up in tears
Imitation is said to be a great form of flattery
Ivy was so jealous she should have lived in a cattery
I recently heard that Ivy had passed away
Do I have plans to copy her … NO WAY!
Contest:It’s Spring – Show Me Green – Francine Roberts
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Categories:
copying, humorous, jealousy,
Form:
Rhyme
With the heavy load you suffer
a substance not needed
yet drags you
cushioning your efforts
and deterring your pace, forgetting that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined
for this journey.
Why get so distracted
by passers-by focused to catch up?
Why are you tossed side to side,
putting you each time,
a step backwards?
Can't you realize that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined for this journey?
It seems you are the only one left
and this is solely your doing
with no one to blame
and the rest,
definitely have no added advantage over you.
So stop acting weak
cos the Train
is already moving
with passengers determined for this journey.
Wake up oh Africa!
you get your independence
just to become a volunteer slave.
You live in a Mansion
yet have no place to sleep.
Stop acting like a bucket of Crabs
killing each other
just to get out
and copy the ants
united and networking
for a common cause.
You fight for just a coin
underneath the Table.
When on it is a box
full of this same treasure.
Despite knowing how to reach out
to its top,
you neglect such knowledge
and accept conflicts, violence and wars.
Settling for good enough
is worst than being bad
you blow your trumpet
when you make a step
out of a thousand more.
You show unbelievable contentment
to mediocrity and under-achievements,
but remember this!
Half a giant is no giant at all.
You have the breast plate
of protection
and all the arsenals to battle
yet you dine with the helms of poverty
and embrace the ambassadors
of all kinds of infirmities.
You walk around naked
and seem not to bother
oh Africa!
Do you exist to actualize all these negativity?
An expert of imitation
and a professional in copying
no wonder no matter your trys
you end up as number 2 at best.
Because you've neglected
the sweetness of your originality.
You milk your cattle
to nourish the west
you harvest your crops
to feed foreign stomachs
you stand on abundant humus
yet your leaves are yellow and dry.
Exactly what will happen to the ants
if their Queen puts
their fate on the lizards
is what will befall you
not until you wake up oh Africa!
Categories:
copying, africa, dark,
Form:
Epic
MORNING
Good morning World.
Damn you!
and your warm
sunray fingers
prying open my eyes.
Robbing me of my
nocturnal fantasies,
my semiconscious bliss.
Leaving the remnants
of my peace
and tranquillity
laying scattered across
my face and through
my hair.
Your rising light
shrinking the shadows
of my freedom.
I will not be seduced
by your clear blue promises.
For your pressing realities
already taste foul
in my mouth.
Leave me Morning
to my diminishing serenity.
I have performed this piece and it shows on you tube (I hope this works, if not try copying to your address bar):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egYjy4Iu5e8&feature=youtu.be
enjoy
Categories:
copying, giggle, humorous, morning,
Form:
Free verse
So nice talking to people, on same frequency as me
Builds up my confidence, whilst decreasing insanity
Sometimes feel I’m the only one, seeking out truths
Then I meet some kindred spirits, here on the soup
They come from all walks of life, different countries
Northern hemisphere and one below, I’ve yet to see
We hold similar outlooks, based on past difficulties
Seem to understand each other, through our poetry
Sharing dark secrets, releasing pent up adversity
But most of the time, encouraging helpful fantasy
We inspire crazy poems, bouncing off each other
Not copying, creating, following tangents to discover
Are we friends, I guess we are, certainty not enemies
Honestly doesn’t matter, when enjoying good company
Aw he’s filling up, no just finishing yesterday’s dinner
I’m a freethinker, a rogue-poet of sorts, yeah a sinner.
POTW December 2020
By David Kavanagh
Sponsored by: John Hamilton 06/01/2020
Categories:
copying, allusion, feelings, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Good Morning
My old friend
Nice waking up to see you again
Still doing ok?
Cause I am doing fine
Except for these thoughts,dreams and pains of mine
Do not worry over me
I will make it through
Just if you please could stop showing up out of the blue
Scaring me half to death
Along with any woman I ever met
I would greatly appreciate it
Thank you
Yes I remember back when I tried to do you in
Docs told me I could not be your buddy
You pushed my mother away
To the point it was questioned her love for me
Yet our friendship began
You took me places I have never been
To the edge of life itself and back again
Just was me and you friend
All through school I was the loser
Walking those halls 'o hell
I would never that girl amuse her
Many a boys lucky at most proms
Not me
I was home with you and five dames
For the life of me I can not remember their names
I dreamed a dream of dreams
Entering them asleep and awake
You shown me that no death was in my life to take
Or my existence had no goodness sake
Staring at me from the bottom of that lake
I swear one of these days
I will find someone
So we can go our separate ways
I am not tired of you pal
It is just I am always alone
Even in a group
With my family at home
Speaking to noone on my cell phone
Copying actors off the T.V.
Wanting to be somebody I can never be
Trying to seem normal
When I knew I was lie
But you took me and made this empty lifeless shell
So that I would not die
You saved my life a thousand times fold
Even now that I am 42 yrs old
What I can I say to you friend?
Where can I go?
That you have not shown me
Or that I do not know
So many times love came and gone
Til I just stop answering the door
I have 2 twin daughters
Whose mother used your name on court papers
For my name not to be theirs anymore
But it is ok
We never can win
Even when we do not lose
Because I was never a real person
And we were never friends
This poem is (ALLEGORY) but it is not in the *poem type* list
So I put free verse.
Categories:
copying, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
REFLECTION
Reflecting the world tiny one,
In what you see where you've landed.
Dancing, copying, becoming.
Now, a yellow wild canary.
Then, a dandelion puff.
Not pretending but reflecting,
Becoming, summed in soul.
In the mirror I see the wrinkles,
In the silver see your smile.
I see the outside in decline,
You only see inside, for awhile.
By Edlynn Nau
© May 11, 2016
Categories:
copying, childhood, imagination, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
I know of a poet here on the Soup
He is a sham; he has everyone duped
Most poems that he posts are not his own
But quotes from others, rearranged, and donned
So it appears he has written them, though he has not;
He just uses their words, without a referencing thought
Each time I see one, I wonder, what thrill can there be,
In hoodwinking others, in copying?
What sense of accomplishment can he possibly feel,
What pride? What joy? With words that he steals?
You tell me, is he a genius or a conman, but before you do,
Know with his plagiarized work, he’s placing higher than you
9/14/11
Received 5th place in "Genius or Criminal?" contest
*Please note I am using ‘he’ but it doesn’t mean this person is male, nor does by saying this does it imply the person is female. Also, I will not tell you who it is, even if you guess the name of the real person.
Categories:
copying, people, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
There's someone behind me
Following me,
Copying me,
As same as me.
I looked behind,
There was nothing.
I looked down
And there was she,
As usual.
But she’s not loyal,
She only lasts in light
And leaves in dark.
And if not
Then makes me afraid,
Of course, That’s just my shade.
But it’s good to have it.
It makes you unique,
Because you at least have a follower.
And moreover,
Without it,
You can’t call yourself
A Human being.
Categories:
copying, body, dark, desire, for
Form:
Free verse
The only thing worse than getting lost in the dark,
is getting lost in the light you’ve mistaken for your own reflection.
A window says “see through.”
A mirror says “see you.”
And this life…
It’ll getcha if you start reflecting.
The serpent?
He works in a mirror factory.
A place where every thought bounces off another,
until the original feeling can’t find its way home.
If you aren’t careful,
you’ll spend a lifetime trapped in reflection—
not memory,
not meaning,
Echo.
Thoughts chasing themselves.
Images copying images.
Like shining a laser
in a mirror house.
You’ll call it thinking.
But it’s really just refracting.
Endless distortion,
in a mind that forgot how to look out.
The eyes, they are not mirrors.
You were made for vision,
not feedback.
For clarity,
not kaleidoscopes.
Look through.
Because asking a mirror for help is like handing your wounds to a photograph, and expecting it to bleed with you.
It’s like whispering secrets to a shadow.
Categories:
copying, anxiety, mirror,
Form:
Blank verse
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 4
Prelude Note:
The story as painted here on Poetry Soup
is the sole creation and imagination of the writer,
except the names Tesu and Jhonjhi.
The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India.
The Tesuwalas* (little children with a earthen lamp
on their heads) as depicted in the Poem are gradually
diminishing with the passing of time and changing life
styles. It's a tribute to that great warrior and lover Tesu,
who sacrificed his life because he had given words
to someone. How and when you would come to
know soon ....
With best wishes before the festival of Dewali (Light)
...Ravindra
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 4
This is how , the existence
of the name & deeds of Tesu
Was saved by small village children
who are carrying it since ages
On their pretty little heads. 09
Though the name and story has lost
Its real warmths and glamour
In the mind of those
Who have forgotten
This non painted hero
Of the bygone age. 10
By coming only once in a year near Dewali*
These little children
Carry Tesu and Jhonjhi,
While singing the Songs
Of their forgotton love story
As a rememberance of a Hero
And his lovely bold beloved Jhonjhi. 11 To continue...
Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th Nov. 2012
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Clarification of Hindi words*
Dewali* - The festival of light.
Tesu* - The Name of the hero of this Poem.
Tesuwalas* - Hindi word. The young boys
and girls, who carry The decorated
earthen pot with holes and a light
inside on their head and come
Once in a year near Dewali are
called ‘Tesuwalas
Categories:
copying, love, hero, hindi, love,
Form:
Free verse
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 3
Prelude Note: The story as painted here on Poetry Soup is the sole creation and imagination of the writer, except
the names Tesu and Jhonghi.
The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India.
The Tesuwalas* (little children with a earthen lamp on their heads) as depicted in the Poem are gradually
diminishing with the passing of time and changing life
styles. It's a tribute to that great warrior and lover Tesu,
who sacrificed his life because he had given words to someone. How and when you would come to know soon ....With best wishes before the festival of Dewali (Light) ...Ravindra
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 3
The festival of light is again very near
Tesu would be seen
Perhaps once again on the streets,
Till these little girls and boys
Would carry them on their heads
In the lovely decorated Handiya* (earthen pot)
Which resembles
Tesu’s charming beloved, Jhonjhi.07
This is how, the existence
Of the name & deeds of Tesu
Was saved by small village children
Who are carrying it since ages
On their pretty little heads.
Though the name and story has lost
Its real charms and glamour
In the mind of those
Who have forgotten
This non painted hero
Of the bygone age. 08
By coming only once in a year near Dewali*
These little children
Carry Tesu and Jhonjhi,
While singing the Songs
Of their forgotten love story
As a remembrance of a Hero
And his lovely bold beloved Jhonjhi. 09 To continue.....
Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th Nov. 2012
Clarification of Hindi words*
Dewali* - The festival of light.
Tesu* - The Name of the hero of this Poem.
Tesuwalas* - Hindi word. The young boys
and girls, who carry The decorated
earthen pot with holes and a light
inside on their head and come
Once in a year near Dewali are
called ‘Tesuwalas’
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws. Copying this story without the permission of the writer is strictly prohibited and would be subject to legal remedies taken by the writer.
Categories:
copying, love, hero, hindi, love,
Form:
Free verse
Prelude Note: The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India.
The Tesuwalas* as depicted in the Poem are gradually
diminishing with the passing of time and changing life
styles. It's a tribute to that great warrior and lover,
who sacrificed his life because he had promised. How
and when you would come to know shortly.....
Hope you would find this wonderful Indian traditional
story a thing to remember. With best wishes before the
festival of Dewali (Light) ...Ravindra
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part 1
The festival of the splendid lights
Of Dewali, is not very far off,
The Tesuwalas* would come to wish,
You, your dreams and homes,
Remain illuminated
With happiness and colorful lights. 01
The Tesu* has come,
With its pomp & show,*
We have come to bless you,
“Your dreams may come true”
But please, take out some coins,
From the far-far corner
Of your miser purse,
For the little girls and boys of Tesuwalas*
Who come only once in a year to greet you. 02
The prevailing darkness,*
Would eliminate soon,
And all the blackness
Of the night too,
Would vanish soon,
Just light your lamps,
In this black dark night,
As, only one single lamp
Has the powe,r
To eliminate any darkness,
And you began to feel,
The glimpse of light sublime. 03
Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th Nov. 2012 To continue ….....
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Tesu* - The Name of the hero of this Poem.
Pomp & Show* the earthen pot (Handiya)
With a symbolic light in it and nicely decorated
with a face with big mustache on the earthen pot
is the pomp & show of Tesu.
Tesuwalas* - Hindi word. The young boys
and girls, who carry The decorated
earthen pot with holes and a light
inside on their head and come
Once in a year near Dewali are
called ‘Tesuwalas’
prevailing darkness*- A night without Moon
Categories:
copying, adventure, love, night, light,
Form:
Free verse
Is government control of humans’ birth, aging, and dying
In century 26, as practiced by a new World State;
Different from 20th century’s use of eugenics,
Which used “fitness” to determine people’s reproductive fate?
A high-tech London, where humans’ material needs are met,
Setting of Aldous Huxley’s, Brave New World, utopian tale;
Sterile world of human cloning and conditioning to castes,
Recreational soma drug and sex use on widespread scale.
In respite from his boss’ – the DHC’s – awkward confessions,
Bernard and Lenina fly to the Savage Reservation.
There they meet Linda and her young adult son, John “the Savage”,
Fathered by DHC 20 years before, on vacation.
Bernard publicly presents Linda and John to DHC,
Bringing Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning [DHC] down.
DHC flees from “sin” of involvement in natural birth.
Bernard and new celebrity, John “the Savage”, gain renown.
Finally, John rejects the soma, sex, and clones of London,
Spurns Lenina’s moves and keeps soma from “lower” Delta caste.
His retreat to do penance draws crowds and curiosity;
Leads to suicide by hanging – John’s perceived freedom at last.
This Brave New World’s parallels to eugenics cannot be lost,
Since, in both cases, the state had a hand in who lives and dies.
American Breeder’s Association, “better babies,”
Forced sterilizations – how U.S. eugenics took its guise.
Human cloning now – gene, reproductive, or therapeutic –
Raises a host of ethical, moral, and other issues.
Somatic nuclear transfer to clone human embryos
Evokes Brave New World’s ‘soma’ in copying people’s tissues.
Eugenics – legal in U.S. until 1970’s;
Its dehumanizing nature gone from society’s norms?
With current human cloning research, genetic ‘shopping’, more,
No one’s safe ‘til humankind is respected in all its forms.
4/20/17
Categories:
copying, baby, birth, body, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
MY NEW SONG (POP SONG) ON YOU TUBE
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Away far away
I can see my dreams
When they rise to kiss
Your morning beams.
Away far away
Are your Golden Rims
But I can smell the fragrance
In your light and in your beams.
Away quite far away
Are the Mountain peaks
I am climbing
To reach and to touch your feet.
The rocks are hard
And the journey too difficult
May be my body is tired
But not my soul.
And I am moving and walking
While Singing my Songs
To reach near you
Some day O' My Dreams.
And I am moving and walking
While Singing My Songs
To reach near you
Some day O' My Light & Beam.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 12th Aug. 2013
NOTE:
Protected under the copyright provisions
of Poetry Soup. Copying this Song or
reproducing it in any other name of manner
is strictly prohibited and would be subject to
legal action at Kanpur India
Categories:
copying, dream, hope, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Prelude Note: The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India.
The Tesuwalas* as depicted in the Poem are gradually
diminishing with the passing of time and changing life
styles. It's a tribute to that great warrior and lover,
who sacrificed his life because he had promised. How
and when you would come to know shortly.....
Hope you would find this wonderful Indian traditional
story a thing to remember. With best wishes before the
festival of Dewali (Light) ...Ravindra
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part 2
From the decorated earthen pot of Tesu,
Comes in sprouted form,
The songs of most passionate love.
What a wonderful story it was,
From which we came to know,
The unique valor and sacrifices of Tesu,
The one which gave birth
To the two lovely stars,
Which still shine,
Somewhere very far off. 04
How many young lovers,
Still search,
Those wonderful Love Songs,
And the stories of Tesu,
Which have disappeared,
In the dust of time,
They have almost vanished,
Leaving only few words,
On the lips of some old villagers.
Innumerable ages,
Have past,
But still Tesu come alive,
At least once in a year,
And appear before us all,
In the colorful earthen pot,
Before, the festival of light,
When they come to remind us,
The forgotten love story of Tesu.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 05th Nov. 2012................To Continue
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Categories:
copying, love, love,
Form:
Free verse