Best Decrypt Poems
Stillborn
a mood of aberrant colour
a stain on the Artist’s worlds
a heart pulsating with pain
a wide range of intense ardour
mixed on a fine palette
and a paintbrush adorning the world
with colours of imagination, Faith and Art
real canvases of human nature flesh
and the lifeblood of Nature
Portraits blooming in light
transcending the language of words
A language of infinite shades
shed in the heart of the Artist
a grand soul learnt to board a world
of no fences.. of no walls
In a silent dark night
he played on the hues of life
a unique music was composed
“The Starry Night”
a music that reached sombre states
unrevealed imagination.. untraveled meditation
a powerful vision and feelings
rising above what minds can ever decrypt
for a beholder
to see the depths
to feel the colours
to taste the pain
to read the music
A flow that never stops
the tone and texture of his passion
in motion..
miles away from a still life
an Artist turning his back
on the world of commas and full stops
How can a colour succumb to hindrance?
how can a hand hamper a paintbrush dance?
how can an Artist turn a dead heart to Nature canvas?
how can we fathom an ocean of many branches?
A “madman” in the mind of the mundane
Solitude, the Artist’s glorious moments in time
and boon..
A divine enchantment
a Self and Soul harmony
melting wholly in his Nature and whole
riding high in the wealth of lore
a meager body left behind
and the hand of the Artist entranced
drew a tortured portrait
his body was the canvas
his paintbrush bleeding in a crimson shade
a lost spirit in the monde of the mundane
the Artist.
*****
* Vincent Van Gogh, an inspiring Artist!
"The Artist", humble impressions on a human nature born just to create what is true from what is real..
To every Artist whose feel and language transcend the known.. whose heart and mind on a ride to attain the finest of beauty..
To every Artist who finds solace in an imposed solitude as the world of the mundane fails to decode his very unique language..
To every Artist who refuses to compromise and walks paths of wonder and beauty with a feel of torturing loneliness..
Categories:
decrypt, art, dedication, depression, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
There was a serene beauty prevailing around her as she everyday trod the path to work.. She looked so absorbed in her own thoughts that one might not spot the mysterious and cloudy stare into her eyes..
She knew her way to home and work by heart.. she seemed to be in a perfect tune with time and place.. all her movements appeared to be synchronized with the tempo of the sounds surrounding her..
Such a harmonious living human being! If only one could step into her world and bring to light her hidden and silent life!
Of those who watched her from afar would think of her a beauty of no core.. a blend of pathos and an unusual feel.. For those who crossed her path and nodded and smiled a friendly hello would neither see nor hear a greeting feedback!
Such an endearing youth! If only one could receive the full force of her inner warmth and smiles!
At work, no single unusual twists in her regular routine except for one bright day when a newly hired colleague, dripping with infatuation, approached her and dared looking into her non blinking eyes :
“ When I look into your eyes I see a life of hope and love we can share together.. “
He could see her articulating : “ Would you please step closer and repeat what you have just said so that I can see you and decrypt your words? “
Each living being
an abundance of powers
possible to see
"Haibun With A Message" poetry contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
Categories:
decrypt, beauty, blessing, emotions, humanity,
Form:
Haibun
The mind rises in Love
and the heart lets fall its tears
The soul longs to reach what is above
and the pain mends its fears
The night unveils its shades
and the dream reveals its joys then disappears
The moon drops its light
and a blissful air the very soul wears.
*****
What is within
even under words skin
hard to see
decrypt and read
A ravishing power
a true Light
In the broad extent of dark
I would hide.
*****
A treasure..
a gift from the divine
that expands the world of the heart
feeds a craving
fuels a life
and here I am
rising..
in Love, I rise.
*****
A force waving into my soul
drifting a bewildered whole
as the hand of God
traces a path
weaves a life
I just have to quieten a storm
sense a bond
and willing be to attain a goal.
*****
The mind rises in Love
and the heart lets fall its tears
The soul longs to reach what is above
and the pain mends its fears
The night unveils its shades
and the dream reveals its joys then disappears
The moon drops its light
and a blissful air the very soul wears.
Categories:
decrypt, allah, art, blessing, deep,
Form:
Free verse
To take a thought and shape a poem
Takes patience, and a clue –
The patience for the diligence
Required of a muse
The clue for clever subtleties
Engaging poets use
To form connections yet unformed
Reveal with clarity
The mysteries that men have known
Throughout the centuries
Unraveled with apparent ease
In fonts of industry –
To trace the riddle of a thought
Decrypt it as it bends
To find epistles in a phrase
And coax it from a pen
One finds a poet at his craft
Plying, with keen intent
The words with which to move the earth
And all the universe
Categories:
decrypt, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Lies in the large area of Atlandic deep
Betwixt Florida, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda
A creepy, frightening, and mysterious reef
Formed the devil's triangle above atoll Barbuda
The heavily travelled shipping lanes of the globe
Where vessels vanished in mystic circumtances
Region where aircrafts routinely fly over and rove
But skippers and aviators still believe in chances
With the shot in the arm of weather satellites fly
Seen and noticed the unusual hexagonal clouds
Experts in atmospheric phenomena decrypt the sky
Hoped to save from deadly blast of water-air shrouds
Precioso Tano
May 13, 2017
Categories:
decrypt, betrayal, boat, natural disasters,
Form:
Rhyme
TO ACCLIMATE ACADEMIA - SOCIAL THEOLOGICAL STUDIES
Once God confused the languages, humanity processed out to form religion.
Yet, creation had given us our own separate places
WHEREFORE, the Berlin Wall was placed to confront differences in opinion.
Was one nation negated?
History has shown us that man is his own dilemma, woman is his triumph, and child is his neglect when he is not about the future but only the past.
Do we speak on what’s wrong?
Or, do we stand by until all hope is gone?
Was the walk just a facade?
Did this solve any problems?
As the universe, we diversify.
But in a world that is structure around immigration, informed by origin and enslavement, diversification is divergently challenge through discrimination and hate crimes.
Opposing a wrongful world to define the mundane is when humankind abominates from the atrocities described.
Reforming a rightful mind brings a positivist unity that has never been in our lives.
Unanimity, concordance, and harmony discreet.
Our political leaders are not embracing antiquity...
Instead, they relic the identity.
Will it end?
The revelation that is not shown.
Is this a threat to human life formed?
Inner body is the secret chamber.
In the body will it remain?
To put before requires us to apply one thing to another.
Individuals populate as people.
One person left out can cause a crucifixion where pain is the affliction.
In that suffering is so great, abhorrence is by fate,
Social theologically I write to depart insight from hindsight.
Through not so freely gave because a mind is to decipher to become a sage
Positing my thoughts for others to decrypt is fine and dandy.
Of course, it is.
Gen that consigns philosophers to seek the truth, insofar as the Tarot reader sees from the spread of cards.
As a result, the world has become the universe.
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Written August 01, 2016!
Categories:
decrypt, bible, change, community, creation,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A riddle she could not decrypt,
He was; and t'was the reason why
To him, her Love she would not give.
Perhaps she would, someday, in time.
Categories:
decrypt, destiny, love,
Form:
Rhyme
How could he be so cold with the raging lightning striking through his aluminum lines?
His synthetic skin made of wax, glass, and fibrous mass has more than an eternity brushed abrasively against my own. His serpentine belt has been felt and wetted with the tip of my carefully budded tongue and my hesitant plush lips. His gear driven hand molds meticulously against the nape of my neck, gently poising his other hand upon my rose-painted cheek. His glowing sapphire eyes imbedding themselves into mine, trying to decode and decrypt when the precise time to close in would be.
He calculates that UNSUPPORTED CODE is the time.
He mechanically cranes his head towards mine, close enough for me to hear the engine purring and revving intensely in his analytical head. His oddly supple lips capture mine before I could have time enough to turn my head in an escape. He skillfully uses my saliva to keep the kisses moist and my intimate desires high. As he wavingly nods his head against mine, his kisses become more and more forceful and passionate. My lips fall in sync with his and, before time can begin to slip by unnoticed, the organic and synthetic weld into one fluid and syncretic being, flowing back and forth in a rhythmic and mechanized pattern, heart and pump beating in pace with a nonexistent metronome.
How can he be so full of sensual emotions when he is satiated with inorganic materials and preprogrammed with impure, yet inventive hands?
Should it really matter what he is, or who my adoration has fallen upon? This age old question of why should cease to be as the answer should simply be to accept destiny in the ever-evolving, shapeshifting world where love can transcend beyond the boundaries of the breathing.
Categories:
decrypt, beauty, body, love, sensual,
Form:
Prose Poetry
REMEMBER
My love. Find your strength,
Brave enough to bleed away weeks out of days.
Falling apart on empty lonesome nights.
Waiting for her to speak
Sun warming rays, doomed from my start.
Fell into your fights. Never RESET. (change modes.)
Someday I must learn the difference between stupid and smart.
Protest all you want
I remain uninvolved (can't decrypt the secret code)
In your: Plights and Plots
Forget the fights, and the loss.
Remember to love;
Everyone and thing that to you,
Means a lot.
But what do I got?
To show for friendship or love?
(More of this or not enough of)
SOURED in-utero Tainted memory
WORTHLESS SOUVENIR
From scab to scar, without a second thought.
Preoccupied - Empowered to know what's true.
What not to Fear. Tainted memory,
Enslaved to lifestyles. Poisonous Chemistry
Much like your whorish contagious mystery.
A scarred arm, a scarlet letter Souvenir.
Categories:
decrypt, betrayal, grief, heartbroken, loss,
Form:
Carpe Diem
*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.
That's Close Enough
Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ... materializes a work of art,
At spans of reckoning, ... outlandish evolve viably.
Simplistically, ... caterpillar, cocoon, butterfly,
The explanative being ... the effects of metamorphoses,
Influence of changing, on the surface ... ain't exclusive.
The aspects of human versions, ... do we possess ourselves?
Phases absorb one's absolutes, ... escapism amuses abstracts,
Misshape is needless, ... our character assassinates us.
The docile Doctor Jekyll ... and ominous Mr. Hyde,
The tale tells induced chemicals ... freed the latter temperament,
Stevenson, a mixed decrypt breed, ... Woolf faults, Hemingway hails.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, ... Wilde's graphic inward peer,
Retorts pundits, ... proxy masques wickedness, textured facades ethics,
Books ain't moral or immoral, ... they're just well penned or naught.
A star radiates ... cast hither, trimming and grooming 'rounds,
Revolving amazeballs recasting orb's landscapes, ... picturesque,
Bubblegum pops as its meaning ... is clearly intricate.
Brief spells also have an effect, ... ravenous bears slumber,
When pushed or at risk ... stimulates safeguards that ensure their species,
The game plays out who's game ... prey or predator lives or dies.
Transformations constants about ... subtle yet definite,
Persona exploits cellular structure ... registers vividly,
The former's substituted ... the latter assimilate.
2022 June 01
*11th Place*
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting
~~Anthony Biaanco: 2022 July 04
*HMS: 14,16,14 syllables x 8 stanzas
Categories:
decrypt, allusion, change, character, identity,
Form:
Sijo
Are anchors fetters or do they stabilise,
acting as moorings, holding us steady,
that we may stay grounded in our comfort zone,
whilst battling fierce winds of duality?
We walk alone yet seek safety in numbers,
opting to adopt culture based on birth,
deludedly following narrow beliefs,
although in our heart, gong of truth rings not.
We feel within our bones that we are a soul,
so why then do we cling to illusion,
more so recognising that it is transient,
enmeshing mind in a gossamer web?
Employing specious logic, we justify
fear of freedom, inventing a new script,
languishing thus in darkness and rewriting
beliefs in secret code we can’t decrypt.
17-March-2023
New Moorings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
decrypt, culture, introspection,
Form:
Verse
This is just another tale from the
crypt another one bites the dust I
guess she didn't make the guest list,
just another enigma, that's what she
called me when she couldn't paint
this picture but I say she should've
just drunk from another pitcher,
assumptions turns into to a failed
attempt to someone who could
decrypt ya thoughts actions
emotions, and weeks later it still
hasn't soaked in, so it seeps in threw
the cracks of past feelings but I
refuse to look back on my life but
still I envision the ghost of my past,
taking me back down memory lane,
but I know better my present is a
gift and my past is something I
wouldn't exchange, no matter how it
looks is that the reason I'm reading
so many books, I guess I'm looking
for the secrets that they hid, will I
find out it was indeed the truth or
another fictitious fib, so I open that
door that door without hesitation
knowing that if I expose the truth
they might send me on my final
destination, so it's do or die and my
life has an expiration date on it
anyway I understand I'm damned if
I do, so hello to sleepless nights
once more with no regrets as I
expose the truth
Categories:
decrypt, lifeme, me, truth,
Form:
Free verse
This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent *****sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny
impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy external drive
re: environmental perturbation
microscopically initiating
biological emancipation
thank you prick llama chin
please withhold ovation
setting in cellular division motion
begetting August poetic
jejune chain reaction
triggering anonymous
reader to yawn nonstop - definite indication
that yours truly induces excitation
in short shrift inducing
somniferous maximization,
yet for those readers
still awake lemme thank
your much ado about
nothing voluntary solicitation
to decrypt poetic
explanation, explication, exploration...
not asking concordance or agreement (ha)
without being redundant, nor repetitive
with my matted trademark communication
detailing mine opinion
courtesy quasi succinct elaboration
i.e. during the process
of in utero gestation
the embryo/fetus absorbs influences -
sorry no summation
in sight, not even
at anticipated parturition
cuz effects upon psyche of unborn
(unknown even by the twelfth night)
even after birth manifestation
within mind of next generation
heavily impacted courtesy
infernal contribution
despite most commendable
effort at postnatal
efforts to chaperone
son/daughter insulation
against prejudice virtually
impossible mission
(even spectre Tack Cuéllar,
viz ghost of Peter Graves
unable to succeed at extirpation
unfavorable antisemitism, bigotry, cruelty...
I concur religious,
racial, nationality... integration,
could certainly help deescalation
hmm... boot perhaps...
maybe not total elimination...,
yet such salient measure
could help offset blatant
outright, pervasive, queasy...
lifelong societal and personal ramification,
this targeted token
"scapegoat" closes his wordy attestation.
Categories:
decrypt, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Children know only
what feels right.
Until discovering the acts of
expressing daily life.
We mature,
threw experience we learn what's spite.
Because sore senses decrypt us,
then the truth shadows US,
having not a choice,
but to be obvious.
Up close and personal is the first attempt.
When blinded,
by words in curved.
© ShErEe
Categories:
decrypt, care, change, childhood, feelings,
Form:
ABC
I look upon you
Four eclipses below,
Evergreens and Oaks growing to enormous heights,
And in the quiet still we hear the ocean breath.
The Lord has touched you all over,
Brow drips with fierce tears
That I,
Fragile and decrypt,
Prey upon.
If I cannot hold you,
I shall compose the madman's ballad
And if I cannot see you,
I shall breathe you in me so that you may distill the air
With your rosy fragrance.
I weep because I cannot see these lovely trees swaying,
Nor the gravel that I and many others tread upon
Nor the shine of the sun that's been swallowed by some poor soul.
Wind blows from the old boulevard as I lay upon the Earth,
A murmur is heard,
It says to me -- It says
"With the world and it's patrons spinning around,
We'll all come tumbling down and be the ghosts of what was."
I think not you'll miss me,
I've but a soul that has no home,
For it's home was not a place,
But a time.
Categories:
decrypt, desire,
Form:
Ballad