Best Culminates Poems
As we traverse in happiness of euphoric thoughts
Exuberance of sunrise permeates our avid hearts
Holding hands of leisure on hushed idyllic grounds,
Where pink lotus-blooms lift-up in pristine pond
Floating stilled moments in beauty of white swans,
Embracing day’s serenity awakening in birdsongs.
Upon the ruby roses, spring’s cheery winds blow
As new dawn enlightens in morning’s soft glow
When in your loving touch my riant smile unfolds,
Ambling with you in hues of tranquil meadows
As sanguine skies sprinkle magenta on vibrant arc
And golden sun penetrates veil of retreating fog.
Quietude reigns gardens in stance of the monarchs
Rhapsodic in abundance of the blossoming floras
Feasting on nectar in orange-black camouflage.
As minutes tick slowly, slowing down the clock,
Elysian peacefulness of this relaxed blessed day
Lingers in caressing breeze, reveling ecstatic state.
Carefree we arrive on the banks of cerulean bay
Gazing ebullient tides frolicking on blue surface,
Letting kiss of romance rejoice in the dreamy place.
Reluctant to let us part, the verdant fields hesitate
Realizing this is where exultant journey culminates
As elated souls memorialize our utopian daybreak.
February 25, 2020
Placed 2nd: Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 – Tristich Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh; Title chosen: Ataraxis
Placed 3rd: Strand choice G contest by Brian Strand
At stroke of the dawn as the sun is rising
Birds are chirping to awaken the morning
From the trees that sway in gentle breeze
Breeze that whispers melodic greetings
Greetings that convey comforting feelings
Taking a slow walk with musings alluring
Humming the tune of romantic lyrics
Lyrics that mesmerize a beautiful dream
A dream that allures and keeps her waiting
Embracing falsity when truth is illusive
Ignoring a warning that he's just a fantasy
A fantasy that culminates in futile reality
A futile reality she must now contemplate
Between real and illusive she now hesitates
Not ever taking the blue-sky for granted
For sometimes it rains on a clear sunny day
August 1, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #155 by Brian Strand
Archetypes flash straight from a pack of Tarot cards
anti-terror Jing Jang synthesis with neuro-spiritual precision
implants explosive animation from the deep unknown
like a taro rootstock growing wings to fly with found suspension
Stereotactic stereotypes archetypes semi-circling soothing storm clouds
thunderbolts and enlightening darkness are my enema of anxious anger critique
of the mono-morph collision of the scalpel shadow ‘Prozacian’ nemesis
neology of ‘animusity’ of ‘newfoundlandel’ comprehension
Dialectical complementation rises higher and higher culminates in
ethereal transcendence where collective personal unconscious
presents my animus in wishful thinking and projections as
soft and gentle revel rebel raising entropy in tender conservation to escape from
Dogma categorically demanding artificial classification replacing with dimension
flow and rivers stagnant pools of stream of consciousness evading
sexist fragmentation disenfranchising marginalisation assigning male
and female emasculated o-variation where seminal origin implantation
Precedes nurture socialised indoctrination assignment of celibate promiscuity
My animus refuses to accept in emotional rejection whether Jung and I read
symbols from the same page or not of masques façades and liberated self
where academic artistry split hairs and personality for the premise of debate
I am a rebel and claim no higher lower ground of superior distension
He or she who animates friendly animosity is right and incorrect whatever
common ground belies the provocation I propose but possibly my
presentation of what others mean in kindness is too neutral neuters psyche
While anima and animus illustrate conclude a symbiotic destination
the starting point of this and that left right up above and side by side
is far too circular an argument when we should start not end in union
Male and female are constructions of disparity of power and repression
Archetypes are not therefore I am
11th June 2016
Animus-Anima Part II—Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
Constellations of values and ethics
like dancing stars in onyx nights.
Majestic fields of ideals stay grounded
in what only seems right. Keenly, I search
philosopher’s heels to grasp theoretical
notions, held together by gravity’s scales
as comets of light circle in tails
and teach me in a dream.
What is the uniqueness of your poetry?
Someone once said to me that “poetry can’t include abstract language.”
Well, that really got me going! As a lover of language and theory I just couldn’t let this one pass. The uniqueness of my poem is that I use abstract language with planetary imagery to lightly illustrate two mega-abstract ideas, ethics & philosophy. The end culminates that all knowledge is refutable (i.e. “and teach me in a dream”).
Sat here looking thru a stack
Of every I love you you gave
And I thank God for the good times
Specially now you’ve gone away
First a birthday then a Christmas
You never missed a single one
Now every folded memory culminates
With me wishing you weren’t gone
All these cards
Once touched your hands
They’re one small step back
Back to when
Every feeling
Helped warm my heart
There’s more than words
Inside these cards
Some bring laughter, others tears
Yeah who’d have thought, after all these years
How one small something, from a drawer appears
Making you cherish what’s disappeared
All these cards
Once touched your hands
They’re one small step back
Back to when
Every feeling
Helped warm my heart
There’s more than words
Inside these cards
In that envelopes a note from the heart
Don’t you dare say it’s only just a card
When the day comes, that you part
That drawer then holds priceless art
All these cards
Once touched your hands
They’re one small step back
Back to when
Every feeling
Helped warm my heart
There’s more than words
Inside these cards
What Ripples do you make? What Ripples do you spread?
Are they Ripples borne of Love or of hate instead?
The Ripples that we send, eventually converge
Into a sea, an ocean, where ultimately they merge.
There is a sea of Love and there is a sea of hate
And the Ripples that we send is which we propagate.
Elements of Love are truth, honesty, kindness, and compassion;
Forgiveness, understanding, with humility kept in fashion.
Elements of hatred are lies, deceit, spitefulness expressed;
Meanness, greed, revenge, with the ego kept caressed.
The Ripples that we make; the Ripples that we send
Speak for what we wish for to be the winning trend.
When we send out Love, we make an ocean full of waves,
An ocean full of Love and humanity, it saves.
When we send out hate, we make an angry, frothing sea,
That culminates into violence, the killings that we see.
If we are to change the current violence that is trending,
Then we have to change the type of Ripples we are sending.
When we send out Love, hope is never lost,
But when we send out hate, killing is the cost.
It's the innocent who suffer when hate we release;
Only Love can restore and bring about peace.
When hatred keeps spreading, it makes its way behind a gun
And when hate controls the trigger, expect killing to be done.
So, why do humans choose, allow hate to interfere,
When Love holds the key for peace to persevere?
Humans are intelligent beings or so, it's said to be.
Yet, humans kill humans, how intelligent are we?
The concept is so simple, so easy to comprehend,
Yet, humans can't deduce how we cause the trend
That when we promote and instigate hate
With Ripples that we send, violence we create!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2016-07-14 20:01:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked
Sad movies end with tears flowing
freely from her misty blue eyes.
And every romantic moment,
culminates in moans and soft sighs.
My friend and the source of my strength,
she nurtures my hopes as they climb.
For she's the rock that I cling to,
when dreams are swept away by time.
She is a passionate lover,
showering me with sweet kisses.
And her face lights up with a smile
when referred to as the missus.
She's a kitten with the children
but a tiger in their defense.
And if you give her any lip,
her reprisal will be intense.
A fledgling bird that's left the nest,
she's both an eagle and a dove.
And the epitome of grace,
she's my wife, the angel I love.
(Quatrain)
2/25/2016
After but a moment,
Drowning in a sea of confusion,
All hope dashed against rocks of despair,
Her firm resolve culminates in
V I O L E N C E . . .
S i l e n c e...
"For the one who has died has been acquitted from his sin."—Romans 6:7
After but a moment,
The maiden awakens
To peaceful surroundings.
"...Why are you causing noisy confusion and weeping?
The young child has not died, but is sleeping."
"Then, taking the hand of the child, he said to her, 'Tal'i-tha cu'mi,'
which, when translated, means: 'Little girl, I say to you, get up!'"—Mark 5:39, 41
Her eyes slowly adjust as
Her recognition rushes
With audible cries of joy:
"My Mother... My Father... You look so much younger, you do!
My Brother... and the others! Could this really be true?"
As the sun shines, our eyes rain thousands of tears
For the thousands of years of exquisite delight before us.
"...and he said that something should be given her to eat."—Mark 5:43
She feasts on curing fruit, and does willingly stoop
To drink from the river of water of life.
"In the reflection I see
What could have been,
What should have been,
Yes, what now is true for me!"
Oh, Vanessa, what grand, joyful reunion!
Love...
Joy...
Peace...
Innocence of youth reclaimed!
Please sing me a new song, my darling girl.
Please sing me a new song again.
"Do not be amazed at this, for the hour is coming
in which all those in the memorial tombs will
hear his voice and come out..."—John 5:28, 29
Copyright © 1998-2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
LETS NOT CRY FOR THOSE WHO ARE DEAD
AS EMOTIONS ARE BURIED IN THE GRAVEYARD
LONGING FOR LOVE IS FUTILE
PALE AND FRAGILE
I WISH THOSE BLUE EYES
TO BE MINE FOREVER
ALAS ! DREAMS ARE THE ENEMIES OF DAYLIGHT
MOONLIGHT IS CONCEALING MY THOUGHTS
INSOMNIA IS GRIPPING MY VISION
WAYWARD THOUGHTS CULMINATES AS
MY LOVE POEMS ARE CHAINED IN PRISON…
Redfiery
2011
Insidious, insipid, id-inebriated imbeciles
incite impetus into inevitable immolation.
Bombast, bluster and bluff: blunt batons of barbarian bullies;
backwards behaviour blackballs baronial breed's burdens and bonds.
Weasely, willy-waving warmongers wage wanton war of words
without wit, wisdom or worldliness, whilst we weakly watch and wait.
Regrettable, repugnant reprobates ravage refined realms with
reprehensible rapier-rattling and rancid rhetoric.
Clash of corrupt, contemptible cutthroats carves calamity 'cross
continents and culminates in catastrophic conflagration.
Pointless predatory and political power-plays pale as
pirouetting pariahic pyres patently a pyrrhic prize.
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(16 syllables on every line, checked with howmanysyllables.com)
14 October 2017
Innocence
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Innocence,
Is the bright eyed child
So recent in life,
That it hasn’t been exposed,
To hatred or discrimination;
It never naps with anger,
And is always trusting;
But the passage of season’s
Bring Conditioned changes,
These are learned things,
But a child doesn’t learn to lie,
And is taught not to;
Man, is born,
With a sinful nature,
And therefore, all have followed,
This same road map;
That culminates at the spot
Where we stand today;
Judge Not; Lest You Be Judged
Judgement preys on mankind’s weak,
The fickle-minded soul
Where ignorance and hatred peak
Begins the tragic toll…
Where stereotypes rear ugly heads
And lies become belief,
Where trust stays buried under dread
The world is left with grief…
Injustice follows damaged minds
Where better views are flawed
Biased vision taints one’s view
Cold hearts remain unthawed…
This cycle culminates in pain
And humankind’s demise
Such senseless acts full of disdain
Place heartache on the rise…
Let not these prisoners of hate
Destroy our unity
In time, these simple minds of late
Will face their destiny…
You and I can find the peace
The love that’s colorblind
These acts of cruelty must cease
Embrace all of mankind…
Submitting to A Strand 1070 Contest on 02/10/2022
A warm sensation that effervesces from the depths of soul when our eyes meet-
Captivation in a moment without desire for retreat.
A melt down of thought process when you smile-
Like infused sunshine that is addictive and lasts for quite a while.
Time loss with the touch of your hand-
A feeling like that of ones toes in the tepid, silky, sand.
A quickened pulse and breath upon hearing you speak-
A feeling of passion flush as it culminates at its peak.
A contagion of elation upon hearing your laughter-
A stirring of emotions and feelings-love follows soon after.
chain reaction
dominates this life
& to walk astray from
this path, creates a
domino effect of which
not one part can
separate itself.
walking then with
a lucid conscience,
walking carefully,
can become a burden,
as paranoia, anxiety &
nervousness
culminates,
piling up atop the back
like an endless stack of
cinder blocks.
balancing on the beam,
wondering why s/he got up
on the beam, wondering
if anyone sees him/her on
the beam, wondering how
that will affect them,
wondering if they will take it
with them (consciously/
unconsciously),
panicking that the beam
will shake & if one
shakes where will one
fall & if one calls for
help, what will become of
the sound?
monitoring the actions of
the self so completely,
one would be able to sleep
the soundest of sleeps,
having not sent the whole of
the world into chaos
with a single blow,
however,
one cannot sleep if one
cannot leave the beam
to lay down---
consequentially,
s/he must learn to sleep
standing up.