Best Correlation Poems
Twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night,
with my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars,
the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright,
I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar.
With my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars,
there is a symphony shining through the constellations,
I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar,
between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation.
There is a symphony shining through the constellations,
I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus,
between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation,
I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us.
I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus,
the stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see,
I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us,
Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free.
The stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see,
for some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find,
Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free,
as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind.
For some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find,
the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright,
as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind,
twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night.
The Love Of Nature Contest
Date Written: June 14, 2016
Written: May 14, 2024
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Oh, how life has evolved drastically over years,
Similar to constant river flow and gears.
A world has spun, and time has obeyed its tune,
Leaving a scattered path of memories strewn.
People who are remembered and revered,
Their souls are always linked, never severed.
They carried on with grace, as a cool breeze,
Leaving an undying legacy that will never cease.
Poetry Soup is a global portal for poetic words,
It values several voices from different records.
A brilliantly woven world of cultures and styles,
Fostering inclusion of any person without trials.
Metaphors and similes flow in tandem,
Build broad issues, revel in poetic fandom.
A gilded world where reality is ubiquitous,
A lovely site where word growth is felicitous.
Poetry soup is a fusion of body and soul,
When something fails to bond, seek console.
Within this colloquium of writing and rhymes,
We sense kinship, a correlation at all times.
Jan Allison, Jack Ellison, believe it or not there's no relation
Both love to write about poop, do you see the correlation?
Canada and the Isle Of Man
A loving connection, this poetry clan
Joining hands across the seas, true love among nations
I'm a man apart, repelled by the norm
Got my own path I chose to walk in
My eyes see things on a different wavelength,
my ears are attuned to another frequency
Never thought twice about the separation,
or the price of breaking free from the swarm
Always was comfortable in my own skin,
giving my all requires more than a tenth
Had a destiny to only live in ubiquity,
was told that seeking wisdom was the correlation
I've traveled through life's cosmic storm,
battened the hatches to my soul within
I'm on a mission, don't need to be convinced
Always knew deep down this was how it had to be
Running with the crowd, didn't have that inclination
I'm a man apart, never given to conform
I feel this poem has no existing form. If I am wrong, tell me what form it is. I wish to categorize it as "Step Rhyme" or "Rotating Rhyme." Each verse from the second line of the second stanza steps down. First line from the first stanza rhymes w/the second line of the second stanza. Second line of the first stanza rhymes w/the third line of the second stanza. Etc, etc. The last line of the final stanza rhymes w/the first line of the first stanza. Romantic Warrior
You ignited a blazed ember in my soul when you left-
Now I am living in my yesterday’s alone and bereft.
There are shades of grey and nights of pure hell-
Was it your misery or insanity? I could never tell.
Bestowed with sunshine, you held the twilit moon-
Left with such ease; gone too far and way too soon.
I hear you in the Heavens and still feel your adoration,
but things are not the same since you left with complication-
Sinister self-execution seems to have been the correlation.
If only your choices were in the depths of my being-
Maybe my eyes wouldn’t be blind without my mind seeing.
You went from fire to ashes all in a single moment-
Now I’m left cleaning up your mess lost in your atonement.
You fueled a lover’s quarrel and left a deep red stain-
Now I’m living in but a distant memory, from death I must refrain.
I feel you in the breeze leaving with such ease,
I know you more than me; I’m grieving, no one sees-
I sense you in white lilies and in the whisper of the trees.
I needed you more than breath as I suffocate and bleed-
For you and only you are the one person that you freed.
You ignited a blazed ember in my heart when you died-
Now I fear all my tomorrow’s…why sorrow did you hide?
October 19, 2016
Meaningless squiggles and wiggles
Noted for decades
Without collaborated meaning
Rosetta Stone discovered at last
The missing correlation
Brilliance of a Wise mind
Ancient abstract squiggles
Consolidated wiggles
Revealed under desert sand
Proof of ones or ones
Who cared and dared shared
Translation key to the world
Life together is a sip of joy,
familiar with each other's noise,
secrets shared together from the soul,
euphoric laughter spent like change;
hands laced in rings of wedding,
physical touch screams their name,
smiling eyes caught on film,
holidays spent holding you for a thrill;
hugging hips and dancing slowly,
heart beats in sync,
inhaling your scent and relishing its power
compliments lead flattery;
hands intertwined deep in prayer,
lives built on nothing but care.e
Luminary Visions
Automatic liberty for one who has been incarcerated
Technocratic synergy that evolved to be automated
Enigmatic creativity which is overtly animated
Charismatic sensibilities that are recognised and celebrated
Amazing grace just pouring down from a twighlight sky
Stargazing at space as the question of origin comes out as a “why”?
A blazing face hot in disgrace about to suddenly die
While the grazing poor are dressed in broken lace and caught up in a politicians lie
Miscommunication at the place of education while the illiterate learn to read
Defamation of the current administration as the population articulates what it needs
Condemnation of the newest correlation that is necessary to feed
Exclamation of fascination as the people refuse to pay heed
I can see this microscopic look of fear inside your eyes
If it weren’t so clear I would tell you that there is no need to hide
But I can only add that your feelings are always justified
There’s a place for you among it all that you can always reside
Sanctuary at the latest state to take a stand
Extraordinary instances as I extend my shaking hand
Diversionary distances that remove the people from their land
Luminary images that allow the vision to remain grand
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Your eyes is an invitation.
To a beautiful attraction,
To a mysterious connection,
And to the feeling of passion
At first, it's not an intention
That eyes had their intersection;
But due to it's repetition
It all revealed our intention
Eye contact is our expression!
That shows our deepest emotion,
With the words we cannot mention
Do you feel the same affection?
Every time our eyes had friction,
It stops every certain action,
Including the worlds rotation,
And even the time and motion
Its my perfect intuition
Its not an imagination
Even without interaction
I know we have a connection
Wordless signs are confirmation
That we both felt an affection
We are in the same direction
A beautiful correlation
Shyness is an implication
Of the love we want to mention
Through oral communication
We will get all the solution
I want to break the diversion
Like our cold awkward connection
Cause I want a close relation
Not just classmates in this section
Converse with determination
In a span of short duration
I move without hesitation
Between us is aspiration
Your yes serves as my creation
Your no serves as my destruction
Regardless of your decision,
Loving you is my completion
Of all the trials and test this year
A lot of nerves, a lot of fear
By the grace of God I’m here to tell
It all ended up going very well
If life is a journey, school is a maze
A wonderful way to spend your days
So much diversity, so much culture
Feels so good to no longer be a vulture
Picking scraps up off the bone
Heart encased in a block of stone
I simply love being tender and true
Like a billowy cloud in a sky so blue
Floating on air for the world to see
Like a peacock strutting proud as can be
Yet, forever humble and forever true
Eyes no longer red they’re clear and blue
No longer living all tired and funky
I kicked the crap up out of my monkey
Kid’s gather to me like chicks to a trough
I welcome them in I never shrug them off
Which is truly as strange as strange can be
I once would have said, “Get away from me”
“Nothing in me should be considered good”
“You’re looking for a hero, I’m no Robin Hood”
Today, I’m first to school and first in my seat
With exuberance for life, which can’t be beat
With kids gathering to me looking to study
Listening in awe to their gray headed buddy
I’m forever speaking on life and all that it entails
Guiding my younger friends down happy trails
Being very careful to not criticize or judge
You can’t help someone holding a grudge
I tell all the youngsters with a heart so true
I traveled one hell of a road to get to you
I have a single goal before I enter my grave
I want to teach you all how to not be slaves
Don’t let fears and addictions control your life
That’s an endless road of sorrow and strife
Make your dream and grab your star
Let the world see who and what you are
Whatever you do, do it with a smile
Life is truly a gift enjoy it for awhile
It feels so strange to feel so good
We all have it in us to be Robin Hood
I dedicate this poem to all the youngsters
who come over to my house to study. You
know, I never would have dreamed that I
would be considered a good example. It's
truly amazing what the Lord can do in our
lives. The correlation I'm speaking of with
Robin Hood; is that we all have it in us to
take from the bad and give to the good.
The Cross and The Lynching tree are the two most emotional depictions
Of the African experience in America when it comes to the descriptions
Of the historical circumstances that define my people's struggle
Of the hatred, the pain and the injustice nothing but trouble
Torn down and broken hearted in the valley of despair
Death seemed like the only way to get out of there
But my people were survivors and they knew that one day change would come
So they held on to their faith and hope because of the Holy One
They would not accept defeat, they would not accept doubt
They knew that somehow God would work it all out
Despair may seem so real but we have an endemic capacity to live
Knowing that God is on our side and mercy to us He did give
Glory Hallelujah we placed our hope in Christ
Despite the rope and lynching tree taking my people's lives
The Lynching tree depicts death and despair
While the Cross symbolizes eternal life and no fear
We've been transformed and transcended by the power of the Cross
In spite of white supremacy and the black lives that were lost
And we now know that there is nothing new under the sun
As what happened to my people also to Jesus it was done
The Cross is a redemptive symbol of faith, hope and trust
It depicts God's resurrection power that abides inside of us
And the harsh realities of slavery that my ancestors endured
Has made their descendants more resilient than ever before
Yet systemic lynching in still in affect and the world needs to see
What's truly happening in America's so called democracy
Black folks are being killed almost every single day
A disproportionate number in prison or in economic disarray
Financial slavery in the form of debt, unemployment or uneducated
But we hold on hoping that one day we will be truly emancipated
From the Crucifixion to the Middle Passage and beyond slavery
We know see the correlation between the Cross and The Lynching tree
Self knowledge equated to the encyclopedia
and perceived facts, products of personal reasoning
the efficacy of thoughts should not be questioned
and assumptions simply made real and absolute
Typical of such a thought stamps on convictions that
the banana and plantain are the same
a superior race surely exist
leg size has a great correlation with the male’s genital
the measure of one’s success is solely factored
in his accumulation of wealth
and money is the root of all evil.
This mindset can walk on hot coal just to prove these points
Columbus was the first European to visit the Americas
bulls are colour blind and bats are completely blind
women are subordinates to men
and a pure heart is one which covers its body from head to toe
This mind can even tear its clothes to rags
in displeasure to your opposition to issues such as
Sydney is Australia’s capital
the earth’s evolution is the cause of day and night
Africa is a country and its inhabitants exchange
morning greetings with the Lion and the Chimpanzee
and Neil Armstrong is the first human to journey into out space
Despite carrying the internet even to the dreams
and having global captions mixed with daily breath
assumptions such as these are nurtured
religiously, with rigidity and military acceptance
the biggest illiterate of the 21st century is one
who cannot learn, unlearn and relearn
so said Alvin Toffler, the Australian Educationist.
Oh sorry! The American futurist
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
remember it's not the "actual" data
it's only the metadata, but we
never met a data we didn't love
there's treasure in detritus debris
with intense Holmesian determination
we'll be able to infer and deduce
some linked reference, some correlation
between pointed data bits obtuse
government or company or corporation
don't matter the size of digital scrap
data microscope will reveal motivation
wanted are all of the small bits of crap
listing phone logs, search queries and such
myriad IP addresses and email recipients
to squirrel away with the lightest of touch
GPS Lat-Long located and databased insidious
to imply we spy on domestics is irrational
since we're "multi-national" by determiner
we're only looking at the "foreign nationals"
'course from "over there" you're the foreigner
you see there's nowhere to run away
no thought too trivial or secret to reveal
what networked digital crumbs can convey
is what gives metadata its big data appeal
© Goode Guy 2013-08-22
If I suffer from an affliction
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct
As you supersede the common collective
Consciousness up for discussion
My feeble poem tried to address
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes
Look at me
Mother Superior
Administrator of the Interior
Sub Editor for closed book's
That overlooks
And overseas
Conservative committees
In self righteous sicophantic indignation
No correlation can unearth
Or has no worth
For the meek
Who seek
To interject
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion
Poison classes wood trenches
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists
That conform to questioning