Best Custom Made Poems
Today will be a good day.
I won't complain and moan,
About all that I do not have,
Count curses all alone.
Instead I'll count my blessings,
Thank Him for what is mine;
Appreciate what He has done,
To make my life sublime;
For others do not have the things,
That I just take for granted;
Good food, good clothes a place to live,
It's really as I planned it.
Though everything is not the way,
I'd have it, truth to tell,
He's satisfied my every need,
Most wants supplied as well.
I have all that I really need.
I really can't complain.
Though some have more, it's still just fine,
For we aren't all the same.
We each are blessed according to,
What's best for you and me.
It's personal and custom made,
For personalities.
Today I will appreciate,
All He has done for me.
For home, and health and happiness,
For my security.
Categories:
custom made, appreciation,
Form:
Quatrain
I'm raising babies all alone.
Doing this thing, because Daddy's gone.
Rubbing cocoa butter on my knees so the scars you can't see.
They come from staying and praying and being all that I can be.
Gone being absent or being absent because he's here.
I wanna cry, I wanna cry, but it ain't no time for tears.
Good guy, bad guy, I answer to both names.
But I ain't got no picture in the Hall Of Fame.
I'm washing clothes and making beds.
Cooking food and braiding heads.
Sweating all night after working all day.
Being who I am, and giving him his way.
Now I'm off to work on a few hours of sleep, but that's routine.
I begged, fought, and worked for my title queen.
Drug addict, Jesus fanatic, professional talker, street walker, your boss, high cost.
His lover, their mother, all shades, custom made, homemade, self made.
Deserves all her proper's for the price she has paid.
She can't be killed because the memory lives on.
Like straight black coffee, always strong.
She, her, female, lady, let me describe this again.
Lost is where this world would be without W-O-M-A-N.
Categories:
custom made, beauty, blessing, courage, deep,
Form:
Jingle, jingle... jingle
As we emptied our piggy-banks
Hoping we saved up twenty five cents
Every Saturday afternoon, we would excitedly wait
Twelve O'clock sharp the bells would ring
Screen doors flew open when we heard them
The kids in the neighborhood...
Immediately stopped doing whatever they were doing
Whether the boys were flipping baseball cards or shooting marbles
Or the girls were playing Hop-Scotch or dressing Barbie dolls
We all ran to the corner of Craig street at noon
"All Aboard" yelled the fire chief
"Drop your quarters in the box and have a seat
Don't worry folks, this old jalopy runs well"
He was referring to the little red fire truck
It was rebuilt and custom made just for children to ride in
We cruised the back streets with our hands held high; screaming
'round every bend...we laughed
Tails wagged as dog's chased behind
Putt, putt... putt
"Ride over children, exist to the rear...
See you next weekend" the fire chief yelled
The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
7-22-2019
Categories:
custom made, childhood,
Form:
Verse
Bronwyn the Barbaric was a buxom lass
the envy of all her peers
She spoke with unrivaled swashbuckling sass
her pirate-ess fashion was fierce
She could charm off the arms of the most hardened men
how they'd swoon at the sight of her swagger
She ruled over cutthroats with a dangerous grin
her hand ever over her dagger
But her smile was so lovely, her style was so vogue
that she had little need for such violence
With a wave of her hand, she could tame ruthless rogues
with a look she could cause utter silence
So, peacefully she plundered (with minions to pillage
and devotedly obey her commands)
Until a shop window caught her eye in the village
and she made a bad purchase, unplanned
There she acquired the most dashing high-heel boots
custom made (according to her wishes)
But the pain that they caused was something acute
and it made the 'old girl' act quite vicious
She kidnapped the cobbler and tortured him so
she was in quite a terrible temper
She dealt him such cruel and merciless blows
the crew could hardly handle his whimpers
She became a tyrannical, treacherous wench
terrorizing from Tahiti to Tangier
Leaving in her wake only ruins and stench
with a reckless and wicked sneer
And 'though her crew were not a cowardly lot
they dared not get on her bad side
The last scalawag was both stabbed and shot
before she tossed him into the tide
But one rakish mate had an interesting offer
her vanity couldn't refuse-
If he could, just once, get those stylish boots off her
a better set he could produce
So eyeing him, slowly, she peeled the boots off
and immediately felt such relief
Gone was her bitterness, her angry scoff
gone was the source of her grief
Seeing their pirate queen herself again
the crew gathered 'round and they cheered
Those bloody boots were thrown overboard
and their mate was quite revered
Now a barefoot buccaneer, she still
struts across the deck
And if they don't bend to her will
she'll see they're put in check!
Categories:
custom made, fantasy, fashion, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
My husband looks tough, and I am sure he could be if he wanted to be.
But he is such a nice guy, I cannot imagine him ever thinking this was okay.
We have been together for over fifty years, which is plain to see.
Each minute a gift, each day a fresh start with a bit of laughter and play.
My husband is a helper. His business is all service, and he does all he can do,
Helps other people with computer systems he designs that are custom made.
Children know that he will do whatever he can to turn the world red and blue,
So do our grandchildren, for his loyalty doth not ever fade.
My husband is a drummer. There are drum sets here, most sublime.
He is a dog-lover, and he tolerates and feeds Shark, our snarky cat.
He can finish my sentences, as I can finish his, and does all the time.
Our pup, Sophie Helen, full of bologna always knows where he is at.
My husband would give you a house, his clothing, my clothing, and our car.
He is frankly an extremely generous, accepting, understanding soul.
That is his big heart showing you that he cares, which for him is just par.
Staying with him another fifty years or so is my ultimate life-long goal.
My biggest advocate, my patron, my cheerleader, my hero sublime.
Loves my paintings, and encourages me with black lights and words of love.
Adores my poems, reads each one, and asks if it is about him, each time.
This one is for him, my twin soul who was sent from heaven above.
Categories:
custom made, husband, love,
Form:
Rhyme
It's easy for the things we want to just be put aside.
The things we've always dreamed of put on hold and left to ride,
Until some time, some future date we hope will come to pass,
And the dream becomes reality not just a dream at last;
But time slips by and other things can over cloud our dreams,
And slowly they just slip away, become forgotten schemes.
But dreams can give us purpose, the power to start improving.
A dream can give us energy, the will to get things moving.
Don't lose the power of the dream.
It helps you to accrue,
The things to make things happen,
And it's custom made for you.
Categories:
custom made, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
When I was diagnosed last year with cancer of my breast
That was when my faith was really put to the test
For a while I just felt numb then reality kicked in
And the hardest trial I ever faced was about to begin
When I first met the oncologist she said it was stage three
Then she put a plan in motion that was custom made for me
I had six rounds of chemo and I lost all my hair
At times I wanted to give up as it seemed more than I could bear
But only by the grace of God and all who prayed for me
With surgery and radiation I am now cancer free
I pray that by me sharing this it gives hope to someone
To be still and let God fight for you for the battle has been won
My journey through breast cancer last year
Categories:
custom made, cancer, courage, hope, self,
Form:
Bio
Whether in desert
Or in orchard
Ducking
Or flirting
Wearing a shirt
Or a mini skirt
You look really romantic
And a classic connoisseur too
As mildly
In a cinnamon glee
And so softly
Like the leaves of trees
Insert a little
In apple like comfort
Your mystic and metaphysical lips
An elegant ellipse
At the embroidered rim of a teacup
In a dim twilight
Or brimming sunlight
Lightly and smoothly
Into the awesome delicacy
Of Darjeeling tea
Custom-made for thee
As everyone knows
You are so choosy
Obviously you drink to your heart’s content
Leading to your alpine ascent
Into an augmented mood
Nude snow glistening in your contented attitude
Almost at Kanchenjunga
Exuding a radiance
In your animated countenance
The flavour you are so fond of
The way it makes more suave
Most likely
Makes you carry
Wherever you go
With your thoughts red white or yellow
Your favourite tea equipment
Those brilliant looking teacups
Buildups of excitement in the tongue
The obvious clouds in the lung
Tomorrow we will need those things
When we will be in the swings
Of clouds on the bank of unknown river
In the amber morning
Just chilling
You will prepare and serve us tea
In the blowing breeze
I am sure
We will no more sneeze
As tea-food pairing
I know
You will take grilled chicken also
What a delightful window
A waft of summer wind from the Baltic sea
A natural mystic
September 28, 2017
For the Contest: Image Me A Poem
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Based on the first photo prompt
Categories:
custom made, adventure, appreciation, beauty, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Holiday season
Shopping spree;
Downtown bazaar
~~~~~~~~~
Easy atmosphere
All sorts of stuff;
Bargains galore
~~~~~~~~~
Table stalls cluster
Mini display items;
Souvenir trinkets
~~~~~~~~~
Crowded commotion
Zesty curiosity;
Sellers and buyers
~~~~~~~~~
Tucked in a corner
Custom-made brooches;
Artistic flair revealed
~~~~~~~~~
Flea market bazaar
Noisy excavations;
Happy discoveries
~~~~~~~~~
Vendors preside
Over special goods;
Come buy, come buy
~~~~~~~~~
Business pulse shows
Some transacting briskly;
Others just waiting
~~~~~~~~~
Weekend bazaar
Cash and carry ventures;
Curious smiles escalate
~~~~~~~~~
Buzz of discovery
Pretty and cute things;
Happy exchange
~~~~~~~~~
Voices float and fill
Seekers finding wares;
Easy breezy bargains
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29 November 2014
Singapore
Categories:
custom made, change, , cute,
Form:
Haiku
Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,
nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon) primate
breathes sigh of relief,
why? cuz he counts himself insignificant
absolute zero worth
versus microscopic prickly orb
aging long haired pencil neck geek
best beat hasty retreat
to his man cave
not necessarily avoiding microbial denizen,
yet any potential suffering
scouting out troubadour woefully
jackknifed inept hideaway
availed no choice
rolls out Harris tweed Scottish matt
courtesy minuscule germ man
greeting me with gotcha!,
I willingly surrender
the only thing at stake iz my life,
which would immediately
ebb fate (mine),
automatically buzzfeed chap
offer no chance
for symbiotic relationship
as pathogens indeed choreograph
(dirty deed done dirt cheap)
loft hilly doth waft
through cellular skeins comprising
garden variety/ generic gent
herewith essentially crafting
his poetic epitaph
before onset disables,
disallows, and disvalues
one humble, intelligent, jesting
kindhearted, literate, modest
nincompoop aimlessly adrift
within Brownian movement
(*****sapiens random motions
viewed miles skyhigh)
ostentatious, piteous, querulous,
ridiculous, superfluous, et cetera,
thus forward donations
and/or pledge
(I promise you -
swear to dog
portion of me ashes)
to favorite charity
and will hoop to visit thee as repurposed
noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun,
preposition, conjunction, interjection,
numeral, article, or determiner...
Categories:
custom made, 12th grade, caregiving, heaven,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A Song That Lives On Just To Thrive
Cling like the wild wind to a stormy night
as a child to a sweet mother's hem
Dare to step from safety , from the Light
into shadows dancing free but dim
Be bold in the whispers of a cooing dove
a song that lives on just to thrive
Willing angel flying down from far above
to find the meaning of being alive!
Ride the wild wind into a realm of delight
across broad waters sail or skim
Seeking promised land far from your sight
land of beauty, so sleek and trim
The perfect fit , like a custom made glove
loving grace in a swan-like dive
Sweet spirit of great magic of newfound Love
greatest music any man can contrive!
Cling like the wild wind to a stormy night
as a child to a sweet mother's hem
Dare to step from safety , from the Light
into shadows dancing free but dim
Be bold in the whispers of a cooing dove
a song that lives on just to thrive
Willing angel flying down from far above
to find the meaning of being alive!
March, 1984
Categories:
custom made, adventure, allusion, angel, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Man induced with intense mischief
Blood staining his custom made handkerchief
Cutting eyes and deadly stares
Creepy crackling as he walks the stairs
He has no shadow, if you believe the myth
Categories:
custom made, absence, age, fantasy,
Form:
Limerick
Self
standing, solus
candle, ushering
baptism prayer
gifting loved ones
sacred life,
a promise to
always be
there.
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guide deceased on their journey,
witness teary eyes, turn blurry
watch over eulogy speech,
offering authentic peace
vibrant, fiery complexion
wavering hue protection,
assisting ghost invitations
observe vital declarations,
seal high status documents
letters, scrolls, for the president
crimson, custom made stamps
back when candlesticks lit lamps,
religion exchange light for money ~
honour souls, lost down on one knee
centrepieces chaperone romance,
Capturing a tender glance
scented aromatherapy
meditation, calm, serenity
comforting memorial shrines
befriends a glass of blush wine,
sheen lustre uplifts sorrow ~
hope for a brighter tomorrow
Categories:
custom made, fire, happiness, joy, light,
Form:
Concrete
Big Bertha wore a custom-made silk bra
When hubby first saw her, he was in awe
On their very first date,
He was in a dazed state
She decked him with one huge boob in the jaw
05/12/2023
Contest: A Funny or Bawdy Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
custom made, humor,
Form:
Limerick
they would dice many a chive
by management me from da dive
apartments in hatfield in close proximity
to the bloody sorry fate
oof a von nee gutt
thar slaughter house five.
mine eyes saw gore
and remained fixated
orbital fixture
of poor creatures in a daze
sans reaction averting gaze
away from disgusting entrails
visible picture amidst the maze
of chutes and ladders
stepping on select
foursquare did raise
or lower (similar to an elevator)
but movable blocks
also went cross ways
oh, anyway, this reply
written by me - scott math u
passable poet tree - at most true
this email far ye to rue
these twisted sister strands
of pearl jammed zz topped
chromosomal strands being did hew
who only to five feet and ten inches grew
crafts, finesses,
indulges love of language
to prose from fingers flew
and writes poems
cawing all r e'en juiced
one angry emu
leaving her/his presents
custom made doo doo
per comprising a motley crue
of a family - pearl jammed color ague.
please rsvp asap via text
to me scott matthews my chosen ac/dc label
i.e. pleasure like rubbing against sable
create r hard woo n intimate scorpion fable
unless ja noah under me ma jib rush
like inxs o ruck kiss in tower o babe bull
by texting if willing, ready, eager and able
froom - - scotts matthew
who lives way off the mainline -
juiced about a few dirty dozen dancing deeds
done dirt cheap miles west of philadelphia,
and some ten miles east of king o prussia
pennsylvania who imagines your sultry skin
silkily soft as a lynx, pussy cat
rubbing against ma leg under da table.
Sent from my iPhone 456789
Categories:
custom made, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric