Best Customize Poems
At post teenage
some day at tea a committee
my mates same age
while seated a round wooden chair
legs crossed, sipping coffee
did asked me
why do you speak in proverbs
poetry they mean to say.
I air to them in strong verb
living poetry is great pay
In poetic pen
pour my tears
my write for men
in verse
on the tables of my mind
is engraved poetic rhymes
poetry is fertility to my kind
like fertilizer the farm
I smile and chime
On the day of my birth
to this world I ushered
I vest in shirt
to enter
POETRY was there
to curdle me with care
SHE smeared me with her
poetic cream on my curly hairs
and as a toddler
when I blink
am full of laughter
with my poetic winkle
my poetic milk teeth you did see
as an infant
you did gaze at me
poetic baby you did me call at instant
Am Poem grown now!
Stamp my attitudes on my write
customize my plight
to copyright
My lyrics in verse
of my tears
It sheds
Prose penned
my mind
in kind
Poems
to tend
my dines
I feed
I live
believe
to succeed
I hunger in poetics
I so eat poetry
I thirsts in poetics
so I drink poetry
I air in poetics
so I breath poetry
I feel bored without poetics
I love cling poetry
I dream poetics
so I live poetry
I sing poetics
I speak poetry
I sleep poetics
I sit poetically
smile poetics
chime poetically
walk poetically
laughter in poetics
work poetically
after all in poetics
am a Poet
with
a bleeding
pen.
7th place
Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest
John H
4/19/2020
Categories:
customize, age, appreciation, dedication, love,
Form:
Personification
Dreaming of a love that won't pass me by
One that will reach to the heavens up so high
With a woman who makes my spirit dance across the sky
Who like me have not figured out all the answers why
A lady who is always willing to try
That is never going to lie
When she looks me in the eye
A lady who understands compromise
Who is willing and wise
A beautiful person inside
Who wants to take this amazing ride
To this love we can testify
It's the kind of feeling that wont you by
Together in life might our hearts take flight
Knowing We can do this night after night
On a journey, way beyond the lights
May our love endure what feels so right
Making our commitment so worth the fight
At the end of every day
We feel all the love come our way
When our hearts start to beat as one
Then, sweetheart, we will have won
Filling our life with so much fun
Never feeling like we are under the gun
Knowing a love like ours isn't coming undone
Letting our souls whisper
As our love becomes crisper
When you open your eye's
It's a beautiful sunrise
Up close in a way we have never seen
Oh baby won't you help me come live this dream
Categories:
customize, beautiful, blessing, dance, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
I once said to a barren friend of mine,
Anyone can write poetry – it is just words and emotions combined.
It was a long time ago – but then I realized,
The ease for him, is the hard for me, we all customize.
Poetry…
Yet, a talent can be unique in such a way – that only few can be categorized,
For I know nothing about singing and dancing – try to adapt – I will be brutalized.
So what of is it with words and ideas – rhyming or not – a fun way to state?
With black, blue or green ink on paper, for poets it is a path to escape.
Art…
I once glanced over a famous piece of art,
With paint and pictures the artist created happiness and pain apart.
With colour he emphasised his love and proud,
With pictures he silently yelled his joy out loud.
Poets…
I have collected a lot of reasons to earn my discharge,
Now with Poetry… one can be amused, one can be relieved of reality so harsh.
Poets can learn, poets can teach and poets can relate to another’s theory,
We can pronouns, we can read and we can write of any topic sincerely.
Poetry…
I once told one of my barren friends,
Anyone can write poetry… that thought came to extent.
For poetry is unique and highly valued,
Poetry is used to show every poet’s gratitude.
Poetry is not just words and emotions on a piece of paper,
It is a fine description of truth, thoughts and poets using them tenderly.
Poetry is a piece of art that should be respected in a gallery,
It is the work of the artist – the poet – using nothing to create something extraordinary.
Categories:
customize, art, meaningful, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Don't want to get stuck living a lie
In a relationship that barely gets by
Day to day your heart unable to finalize
Stuck together unwilling to try
Anything new that makes us comply
Waking up every morning asking yourself why
Month after month wanting to say goodbye
How being together just makes you want to cry
Meanwhile, your life just keeps passing on by
Pray tomorrow leads to a different kind of high
So tired of living this alibi
Dreaming of a love that will kiss the sky
Without worrying where the other end lye
When I can open my eye's
Wanting to fantasize
Without feeling like someone wants to analyze
A well thought out surprise
Unable to find any compromise
Constantly feeling criticized
I have come to realize
How it all feels capsized
Hoping you will be able to empathize
That I am going to find another to harmonize
So every day will be like a new sunrise
With a woman who wants to maximize
All that symbolizes life's highest high's
One who wants to customize
A love that defies
Everything that makes your heart want to fly
Instead of living a love based on a lie
Categories:
customize, anger, depression, dream, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
Come
with
a
smile,
come
with
a
wink
Come
to
the
land
of
pink
pink
pink
Imagine
yourself
as
a
pale
pink
fairy
wearing
an
earring
that's
a
pink
clip-
on
And
real
pastel
pink
petals
held
in
your
pinkie
pointing
to
the
pink
chink
glow
upon
the
horizon
at
dawn.
And
at
times
I
do
have
such
pinkish
dreams
where
everything
is
hued
in
pink
ice-
creams
where
I
own
a
fine
pink
cadillac
Parked
in
a
pink
house
festooned
with
pink
lilac
That
overlooking
a
pink
sea
ebbing
on
pink
pebbles
where
a
pink
moon
against
the
blues
in
a
pink
planet
rebels.
In
pink
colors
if
I
could
customize
'n'
personalize
my
world
So
pink
cushions
all
about
and
pink
curtains
unfurled!
My
birthdays
always
wish
for
pink
balloons
Oh
I
love
to
decorate
and
celebrate
with
pink
and
pink
festoons.
And
nature
lovers
could
watch
salmon
pink
flamingoes
who
stand
upon
one
leg
hiding
half
their
pink
toes.
Or
even
bunny
rabbit
eyes
in
bright
pink
glows.
Ah pink's so feminine,
think of pink hair pins
Pink lips 'neath two pink
blush cheeks
Right above those cute
chinny chins
or as buds in a rosebush
take pinkish peeks
I see as well baby pink
frocks
and frilled pink socks
and pink pom pom caps
upon golden locks
their pink sashes behind
them upon the walks
Ah I've always believed
and still I think
that pinkish is girlish and
girlish is pink.
Categories:
customize, color, planet, , cute,
Form:
Quatrain
Come to see what I have found out on Poetry Soup
I just found out that ‘Categories’ box has been improved
Wherein more interesting stuffs to choose from have now been included
I just found another one
It’s the HTML guideline or note embedded
Immediately below the ‘Poem title’ box
And above the ‘Poem Text’ region
Immediately before the space provided
For the typing of your poems
You will see an instructive text
Telling you about how to customize or format
Your poem using one or more of the HTML’s tag
Three tags are currently available and are all allowed
It includes ‘’ at the beginning and ‘ ’
At the end of the portion of the poem you wish to format.
This is for ‘italics’.
The one for ‘bold’ and ‘center’ tags are
‘ ’ and ‘ respectively.
You can use them for the whole poem
Or one for a stanza, a line or an expression…
Within the poem if you like
Try them now and see it yourself
They’re meant for you and me.
Check it out yourself:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/submit_poems.aspx
Note: You won't space anything tag at all. I applied space because the system is so sensitive to each instruction.
Categories:
customize, care, caregiving, community, language,
Form:
Free verse
Yiu can walk a mile in a mirror stance and
never feelyour own re reflection. Your glaze gaze
bends on invisibility--a certain humor
crosseyed cleverly cleared like the rooms in the
Winchester House or a traffic jamitis through
the Mac maze at sundown. Feel ferr to co caress
your tired instep and take a loud load off
hope for that new impact that will tell
the torrid tale page by page compact dutiful
but united in a duffle bag born of poise
pronounced zipper closed but not finger
forgotten-A minor standing at the Bebop
wishing well cool crammed
with apast B&W luxuries like a passed used
kleenix round for loose nose hits--picture
frame elements often snotconceived, but
always matted for ignoi insignificance. Like
clean tree pages waiting to be messed by
someone's illict penmanship, dry but butt bold,
promising but hiding those grammar grabber
glib gratuaties in hopes of a chance for a fat
freeload advance and a creamy handshake which will
sale set the ass o nine critics on their
Keep pseudo salient the echo encrusted
think thoughts you columinize- like a pants
pair without the cute cuffs--hope your midsection
is in tune with the public bulge extroadinarre.
Simple times, simple terme, simple thoughts
simple solutions knowtellseefree for all course
bookings on a thorny stitch stage- pious prowess
butt ugly unique paychecks pay roll a sham stabbing
sliky slander most of the toime home prompt
legal-though low-some in in intent and
dubious dime parlor dance demeanor. Customize, cannonize that cowper's
culprit calamatious catastrophic claim. WTF?
Categories:
customize, celebration, corruption, desire, longing,
Form:
Free verse
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was probably twelve when Mr Kimball, who lived across the street, asked me if I had a bike. I said “no”, and he asked if I would like one. The answer was obvious. I followed him to the cellar where, leaning against a wall stood an old Iver Johnson bike frame with two flat tires and no fenders. It was beautiful. Mr. Kimball said if I wanted to fix it up, I could have it.
I wheeled it home, washed it, and painted it black. My dad and I removed the tires to reveal two rotted inner tubes. My dad said I would have to buy new ones and he would help me put them in. It took me two months, working two paper routes to earn the money necessary, but I finally had them. Good to his word, my dad and I put them in and used the old bicycle pump in the basement to inflate them. I cannot tell you the ecstasy and exhilaration I experienced the first time I rode that bike. It had multiple speeds, depending on how fast I could pedal.
I went everywhere on that bike. You seldom saw one without the other. I remember saving enough money to finally buy fenders. The were shiny chrome and I thought they were beautiful. But as is the way with young boys, after having them awhile, I decided to customize them by cutting them down to half size. In my infinite wisdom, it never occurred to me that if I rode it in the rain, when I got where I was going, I would have a streak of mud down the middle of my back. A minor detail.
From time to time, I would fasten a stiff card to the frame so that it would contact the spokes, making a sound not unlike a small motor. Or at least I thought so.
That was so many years ago. Since then I have graduated to cars and have owned many. But I can't think of one that I liked better or that meant more to me then that old second hand bike.
Categories:
customize, nostalgia, dad, me, old,
Form:
Narrative
(INSPIRED BY 12YEARS A SLAVE)
LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!! LUPITA!!!!
Has become the new beat!
Red carpet to the streets of London
her name you scream!
Shows still rattles on
on her
about her
Elle
Drum
Tabloids...
Everyone want a piece of her.
The new flavor of the old school!
Centuries later
after decades of bondage
slavery and persecution
Patsey is Midas.
who would have thought?!
Is it celebration or admission of guilt?
Awe or shame?
Complements or commemoration?
Contemplation and realization
of the injustice,pain and inhumane
subjected on the black woman?
The body you tortured with lashes and slashes
you compete to have your fine gowns hang on it.
You loathed that skin
now
you customize products for the mahogany beauty!
The voice you tamed with hurls and slur
you lust after its speech.
Patsey is now A talk show!
No longer an infidel,Kaffir...
Patsey has become a household name
an icon
a tittle to behold.
Good enough for your surname.
"Marry me" you quest.
"Lets make babies that will need no tan..."
you seek the fruit of the same womb
you ruptured with every manner of insertion.
Perhaps they will right your past
Kids that will need no pass or identity.
The heart you scared with scorn and hatred
is the same as the one loving you.
Her 'weird' culture and traditions
inspires your cold ways.
Her God now you call upon Him.
That whom you segregated with contempt
now you eulogize and adore.
Patsey is no longer "THEM"
you realized they are no different from "US".
worth the same opportunities as you
same capabilities as yours
similar blood to that on your veins...
LUPITA! LUPITA!! LUPITA!!!
And so the song goes on.
Is it glory or venture for your redemption?
A con?
Another political racial game?
Categories:
customize, world,
Form:
ABC
Salesman: “Can I help you? Yes sir. Yes Sir!
Well, you’ve come to the right place.
Our own lineup has won awards
We lift you up through time and space!”
Buyer: “Why, yes, I am. That’s a fact.
But I’ll be careful to decide.
When I do buy, I want the best
So don’t take me for a ride.”
Buyer: “No cigars or reflective globes,
I want style and sharp and sleek.
And it must swirl just out of range
They might come up to take a peek.
I need a ramp to shoot straight out
Or a pod that will reach the ground.
I would like a quiet downshift
So I can land without a sound
From zero to post light warp drive
It must hover and not just float
I can not deal with under steer,
I want sports car without the bloat.”
Salesman: “We integrate one straight from spec
And customize it to your needs
You should know our reputation
We are the one who really leads.”
Buyer: “It must have the finest force field
And nova lights across the tail.
Phasers and disintegrators
Must be standard or no sale.
Does it contain a COSMOS map?
So I can go anywhere I please
No incidents with the natives
I want to come and go with ease.
I want the newest type of GORT
He can shamble or he can stride
I want some muscle in the ship
When I suit up and take a ride.”
Salesman :“Of course, yes sir, of course you do.
Your choice of suits is here for you
Well, first there is the standard white: Buyer: “(No, that’s too passé.)
Shimmering like the Robinsons: (Ahem, much too gaudy.)
Subtle silver much like Klaatu: (No, that’s not really me.)
Or the basic Roswell glimmer:” (Okay, I’ll take it.)
(That’s the one for me!)”
Buyer: “I have a trip, I wish to make.
Away so far, a yellow star
There’s an orb, the third one out
So blue and green, it must be see!”
Salesman: “Very good! Congratulations!
Sir, you’ve made a splendid choice
Will you pay for that in Vorax?
(But we also accept quasars.)”
Categories:
customize, fantasy, funny, parody, science
Form:
Light Verse
That smirk that kills me
That bravo! That instills me
The blunt truth you were able to see
That I cherished you
But you kept quiet,
and I felt like a fool
The fool who cared
And you friend, The White Colonial Hollow Man that didn't care
Pardon me for calling you hollow
I know you’ve been hurt, struck by the need to prioritize
Shift and allocate and customize
What comes first in your life
But it still hurts that the timing was not right
That luck was not by my side
But who am I kidding
Neither luck nor time could have made this right
If your heart was not by my side
You sail upon a different tide
And I am still stuck by the shore
Looking for a grain of hope
Hope that you might turn around and sail to the coast
But do tell me, how come I was struck
How come I favoured and noticed
and you so fervourless?
How can you so bluntly tell me I shouldn’t?
How come I saw and you couldn’t
The frustration that you have ignited
Is strongly enticing, tranquilizing
I gathered some courage and uttered “I care”
Yet such feelings, along with many candidates, you couldn’t share
Made me beat myself up, for my astounding luck!
“throw it all behind you", you said
without thinking twice or even considering how I felt
it hurts to be rejected
but you know what stings the most,
what kills the most, what harms the most
what makes me ache,
the thought that caused the pain,
was not that you didn’t care
but it was when you saw my care to be a bore
a bore that only became a load
so I fell in to utter, shrieking silence
“don’t give awkwardness space”, he said
it wasn’t awkwardness that needed space
but a wounded pride to be mended
so fly along the course of life
live your days, and so will i
too bad our stars were not aligned
I am done caring.
For what it is to my gain, if I cherish in vain
For it is better to be slapped by the Truth
than kissed by a Lie
so fly along the course of life
and live your days, and so will I
Goodbye.
Categories:
customize, absence, for him, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
“In Love with an Android”
Do you remember Love?
...before dendrites became slaves
strung up on electron pathways
and hearts were tied in knots
tic tac toe
binary became
the rot we played
on artificial pathways
Android rooting
slid easily
into Jailbreaking
Passwords were captured and swapped ?
You said, “I’m Hot”,
Siri cooed, “Apple, open access, byte”
You whispered, “Was it good for you tonight?”
Siri cooed,
“Baby, you’re so uncool -
I’m in control, let’s progress to Code Blue”
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/AjI2J2SQ528
Björk - All is Full of Love
"“What use was time to those who'd soon achieve Digital Immortality?”
“By far the greatest danger of Artificial Intelligence is that people conclude too early that they understand it.”
“Rooting is the Android equivalent of jailbreaking, a means of unlocking the operating system so you can install unapproved apps, deleted unwanted bloatware, update the OS, replace the firmware, overclock (or underclock) the processor, customize anything and so on. Of course, for the average user, this sounds like -- and can be -- a scary process. After all, "rooting" around in your smartphone's core software might seem like a recipe for disaster. One wrong move and you could end up with bricked handset.”
https://youtu.be/1VWex7z5POk
SIRI FINALLY ANSWERS ULTIMATE Dirty FLIRTING Questions
https://youtu.be/CqaAs_3azSs
LORN - ANVIL
n.b. Remember to close the Pod Bay doors.
Categories:
customize, future, sensual, technology,
Form:
Free verse
Dreaming of a love that will fall from the sky
One that lets my spirit fly so high
A love that floats like a butterfly
That comes together to harmonize
What we work so hard to synchronize
All the love that reflects from our eyes
When we customize every minute gone by
Feeling my temperature starts to rise
Realizing what a fantastic surprise
A woman who isn't about the lies
We all need a love like this that gets us by
One that is able to compromise
A love that we need not ask ourselves why
Allowing our hearts to memorize
Love exists without having to try
Our commitment to each other
Stands above any other
Making it possible to discover
True love that needs no cover
For my one of a kind of lover
That will stand with me Forever
Taking on all of life's endeavors
Praying that God will bless our life
Believing that You will become my wife
Paying it forward in hopes our love will grow
brings out this amazing kind of glow
Making it possible to let our love just flow
With the trust, we have come to know
Inlaid into my heart stealing the show
Making it impossible to never let go
Of your love that just fell from the sky
Allowing us to fly so high
Watching it all go by
Categories:
customize, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, confidence,
Form:
Rhyme
Subliminal messages driving me insane
I can't seem to stop them from entering my brain
When they send me their messages it's loud and clear
I wonder how it's possible others can't hear
I am the main target they're directed at me
I'm not paranoid if you look close you will see
Words to a puzzle that have been carefully placed
Answers they discovered as my life has been traced
They know all my habits the preferences I hold
If they push the right buttons they know I'll be sold
The smart phone they sold me is one of many tools
I keep playing their game without knowing the rules
I'm feeling helpless a little out of control
Subliminal messages attacking my soul
Time to reconsider what's important to me
Then I can break away and become truly free
With new smartphone technology they can track where we are and
customize information on screens in stores to our specific interests
based on our buying habits they can learn our preferences, for music
fashon and types of travel as well as food and dining preferences.
Categories:
customize, corruption, introspection,
Form:
Couplet
I use to think of Desires and plant them in the seed of my thoughts. To customize a vision i wanted into reality until i got it. My Brain was Shocked that my Body didnt get the message because there was no love in the mist of the fantasy so it left me feeling empty. As Dull as the the Color Grey. When love danced within my soul the passion felt unreal. But only in the presents of the person i was inlove with. My Love is Undefined. It is Delicate. It is Worthy of Eternal Bliss. To wake up in the life of Whats Real and not to seek any thrills of lust for just one night. I want more Striving to Build all the love within me. Im Determined to not let anyone get near me. If for once and all eternity if he is real let the reflection of God show me How he should love me Before he seeks his Destiny in me. I dont wanna Be The rain to the Desires of a man. Give me his heart so i can see his intentions. Cause if his soul aint in it then my exsistance wont be in the shadows of his Presents. Prepare me lord through you. Before the Man im Destined to be finds me... #Embrace
Categories:
customize, addiction, anxiety, art, beautiful,
Form:
Concrete