Best Deny Poems
I will not deny the groom, the Son of God.
Would you deny what is tangible, defraud?
The way that leads to destruction is broad.
He is the way, the truth and life, light and salt.
He loves you — if you miss this, it's all your fault.
For you he paid the price — took the assault.
When he carried the cross, they had destroyed him.
They hammered nails into him, stretching his limbs.
“Father, why have you forsaken me,” dims
his life, the earth grows dark — it is finished.
The devil’s evil plot has been diminished.
T’s crossed, the i’s dotted — nothing unfinished!
The grave could not hold him — he rose in three days.
The tangibility he would convey.
Where he left them, he will return the same way.
He says in the end all knees will bow - how ‘bout now?
No need to be condemned if you follow now.
His blood shed, his body bruised — receive him now.
4/21/2020
Vows Of Love That Time And Distance Can Not Deny
Beyond the ocean and high clifftop ledge
Across great expanse of water and skies
Two lovers far apart gave loving pledge
vowing truest of loving never dies.
Each longing for fever of midnight dreams
welcoming beats of tender, aching cries
Whilst wading through youthful life as a team
insuring their foresworn oath never dies.
In the distance, bright pharos blinking glow
As if in time with lovers longing hearts
Each in night's waning hours wanting to know
Again that sweet each loving kiss imparts.
Deep rising crescendo of true love's ache
With romantic, sensual - hot delights
Rhythm of loving taste as tide's splashing breaks
As two hearts gasps beauty of tender nights.
Waking to vernal freshness of dawn's rays
Giving thanks for bounty of love's blessings
As each, across the ocean bows to pray
Love's eternity - both are confessing.
R.J. Lindley, original May 2nd 1980
Romanticism, ( The beautiful hope of life, youth and love )
Edit, 9-27- 2006, 6-3-2021, 6-26-2021
Note:
(1.) *pharos=
(lowercase) any lighthouse or beacon to direct sailors.
(2.)*vernal=
ver·nal /'v?rnl/ , adjective
of, in, or appropriate to spring.
Note two-
Excuse the many edits but fate, time, future insights
demanded a few changes from the original as was
first composed by a very none world hardened poet of
a mere youthfully blind 26 years old, in the year
of 1980.
Removed were several dark verses warning of the
many pitfalls of love and life that I, as have so very
many other young lads- found to be a quite sad part of
love when it fails. This new and heavily edited version
represents the beauty and blessing of love when it
triumphs and gifts its dearest, greatest sweet treasures….
Girl I can see right through your
eyes and that shy smile
There’s a secret on your lips, and
you’re in denial..
You know that I’m attracted to
your sweet style
Just a glance from your eyes, and
my heart will race a mile..
Do not destroy the potential for a
fairytale
You are my dream-come-true so
why can’t I be yours?
You know full well that there’s
chemistry when you and I are near
So don’t deny me the joy of being
yours..
I admire your demeanour and your
kind ways
Since I’ve known you I’ve been
counting much more happy days
I only wish you won’t conceal, the
way I make you feel,
Because girl you know that it’s all
real..
Let me love you
Let me not stop myself from
saying I want you
Let me have confidence when I talk
about you
Let my every word be about us two
Let us make it very clear so they
don’t have to look for any clue
Roses are red and the sky is blue
If I were to take a bullet for anyone
it would surely be for you
But assure you feel the same way
too
Let there be magic in everything
you and I do
Let me be your charming prince
and your only fool
I know you might’ve loved before
but trust me girl! This is something
new
Love defined in three words: ‘me and you’.
Rather Than Deny Should Comply
Rather than deny,
Best are really reasons why,
That we should comply.
Jim Horn
Northern winters harbor harshness.
Freezing confetti and sunlit bottlecap.
Snow angels can never warm the backs
of cinderblock children and gray-eyed cats.
Northern winters push the hobbled hobos...toward the equator.
To nibble the candied ribbons of warmth.
Sashay the deer and goldfinch trails.
To pretend they're a white-shoed, flower-breasted tourist for an afternoon.
Mind flirting with women in thin, pastel skirts.
Beachcombing for sea glass dreams...
Even poverty can't deny them this.
To dwell on the season
I feel I must take pause
with a muffled cry of reason,
slipping into loud applause
As I awake from the darkness,
and edge slowly toward the floor
Slipping on that old red dress,
that I draped upon the door
I see a sparkle on my pillow
like foil string sewn into the cloth
as the blossoms of ***** willow
I am drawn to it like a goth
A wish of blessings for all children
and that Gods joy finds one and all
To expose the innocents of children
We are Gods creatures, it's in us all
I think my miracle for this Christmas
may have been granted by our lord
cells are replicating, and with his kiss
her white blood count is restored
Word Wizards Challenge
draped/ slipping/ pause/ edge/ muffled/ foil/ awake/ deny/ dwell/ pillow
Weird, strange, illusion, dream, nonsense; words plenty since ever
To overcome fear, avoid confusion, maintain commonsense or whatever!
But this story of mine is an experience I record as game of nature;
Revisiting it, wondering on the hows and whys over the years as I grew mature.
The answer only he held; the one who wished to live life careless and carefree!
Then one day he sunk in the marsh and died, setting her widowed mother free
As if of all frustrations and reproaches from kin, peers and so many in the locality!
A good soul he had met once who admonished him, patiently
And left him in some good hands who could guide him start anew.
He tried to change but at his own time, as of what was in future he had no clue.
What thoughts in mind and what visions froze in eyes closing to death? One phone call to the good soul after a year; as if from other realm, a message.
His name he left, saying to tell that good soul he had called; was it a presage?
That good soul ready ever to help called a friend who related to him in melancholy;
That very morning, he had been to the boy’s one year after death ceremony!
The good soul sat in shock; he didn't even know about his death a year back.
In trance he walked to his fiancée's house; over night he talked to her about him, in flashback!
(I wrote a short story on this. Based on true experience in 1993, some months before my wedding. It was during the “Pitra Paksh” (Fete des morts in Hindi) – here we are actually in this period which ends on 1st oct 2016. The boy met my fiancé, a youth worker, who had some words with him and his family. He never met him again. Among Hindus the final after death ceremony is performed after one year of death and it is believed that the soul, if not departed earlier, has to after the last and final ceremony)
Who could deny you?
No one’s ever felt this way before
Passing through the open door
Shaking your fist, screaming
How could you dare keep me out?!
Solitarily unified
And home at last
Who could deny you?
It’s your money after all
Look at what you get
For the mere price of your soul
You never cared for it anyway
So why should I pay for your name
When they already bought it from you?!
Who could deny you?
Can’t argue the price of freedom
Campaign your slogan
Tissues come free with your vote
To remove the spit from your eye
Punch a hole and pull the trigger
We’re going to be missing the man before him
Who could deny you?
Wisdom comes with the years
But still never outgrow childish ignorance
Standing firmly upon the Bible, with the budget on top of it
How dare you think God cares for your four walls!
He’s waiting outside in the street
While you poll your votes to let Him in
Who could deny you?
Beauty queen standing tall in the center of the stage
Angle the camera, tint the mirrors, keeps us on the good side
Hand’s as hollow as her heart
Twenty-ninth time’s the charm
Wait for the crickets
If you want violins
But who could ever deny you?
(Read each line as stair steps)
Your sends your
touch shivers warmth
is down I
so my can’t
refined spine deny
Copyright © 2008 Adell Foster
The Pictorial
The Pictorial, created by Emily Romano is a type of shape poem, where the entire poem
must be printed in slanting lines indicative of the thought in those lines. The poem
should consist of three lines with five words or less per line. There should be rhyme
somewhere in the poem, either end rhyme or internal rhyme.
Deny no beauty
its bliss cannot be denied
or your soul has lied...
OLD CURLY IS BURLEY
I’m telling you dude, the man is as wily as they come
He’ll leave you wishing you were dead or numb
His name is Curley and I don’t know why
I just know he’ll sell you dope and watch you die
I learned years ago about Curley’s way
As my pace slows down and my hair grows gray
Whom so ever raised old Curley should be in jail
And this ain’t no made up fairy tale
He’s a living and breathing son of a b***h
And his momma must have been a witch
Because old Curley casts specious spells
And he does so with each dime bag he sells
Okay, I dare you dude, turn your back on the mother
And you’ll swear to Christ he’s Satan’s brother
When you cop from him there’s always a doubt
And for sure one of his hot shots will take you out
So go ahead and deal with that which the devil designs
But when he boasts about his dope you’d better read between the lines
Selling dope is okay but beating junkies is no way to behave
And if you don’t heed my words I vow to visit you at your grave
© 2011.….Poefree
Never deny my concern,
Accept me the way I am;
You can't admire what it means,
Your words which prove the heart is clean;
Change the frame of mind,
Think the love you gotta have to find;
I become sad when you mourn,
Search the friend in need you own;
The caring nature of your's isn't in others' jar,
Fights and quarrels make us go far;
Your silence withers your friend's heart,
Your true words feel you guilt from your heart;
Your commanding nature reminds the days of monarchy,
Your soulful and kind word brings up simplicity;
Your closeness to you cherishes me,
Wanna spend every moment with you whichever free;
Sacrifices never matter in friendships,
What matter is how we withstand each other in hardships;
The strong bond becomes remarkable,
Trying to remove each one's weakness only being vulnerable;
Listening you everytime isn't good,
Is there any way to have you not so rude;
Our cultures may be different,
Always there for each one's defend;
Time has changed both of us,
We never forget each other in daily rush;
I never expect your retaliation,
Never be alone when you outburst your emotions;
If all your near ones leave you one day,
You can always demand me in your's way.
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Why would anyone who does not believe
In God, spend so much time writing words, lines -
To negate Him, refusing to receive
The truth that faith so readily defines?
The God space in one's heart is there to give
Man life's meaning but some stifle the need,
Suppressed by pride, hindering His love's seed.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.26.16
Rhyme royal -poem with seven lines in iambic pentameter,
rhyme scheme used abab/bcc (a quatrain and a tercet).
I can't deny it.
I can't deny my feelings.
I'm losing my mind.
I'm thinking of you.
I can't deny my love for you.
I can't deny that happy feeling,
When you're by my side.
When you're on my mind,
You make me crazy.
My tongue dances slowly in my mouth,
Yearning to kiss you.
I want to hold you.
I want to be in your heart.
Put your hands on me.
Touch me and kiss me,
Love me passionately.
I can't believe it's you.
I can't believe it's happening.
I can't push you away.
I can't deny that I love you...
“King Lie”
His name was Lie.
He carried his name high.
He could not deny
The lie he led.
He gleamed from
Cheek bone to cheek bone;
When no one opposed
The lies he led,
When there was no truth to be told.
Why should anyone care?
He thought
“If no one cares
I can be bold.
More lies to be told.
I’ll never grow cold.”
“Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!” He laughed.
Knowing that he lied,
And no one died.
I don’t have to hide
In a cesspool of pride.
Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!
My name is Lie,
And I really do lie......
I am the King of lies
No one will pass me by.
What fools they are.
I am the biggest lie.
I lie about this and I lie about that.
I lie, I lie, I lie.
Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!
Take hold my hand.
Let’s go lying today.
Won’t that be fun?
This is not a pun.
Let’s go buy a gun.
That will be so much fun.
We’ll lie about this and we’ll lie about that.
Tomorrow we’ll sit and make law
For all who don’t lie....
Is indeed a Great Honor.
Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!