Best Differ Poems
Thanks to Dr.Ram Mehta for introducing this awesome poetic form to me I had to try it
No two people are the same, likewise attitudes differ
When attitudes conflict it leads to speculation that maybe
Standing down can make you humble not bring humility
AgMoore© 7/28/11
Categories:
differ, family, forgiveness, life, philosophy,
Form:
Sijo
Waiting for the world to make sense again
I jump back and forth every now and then
Lush grass and blue sky, but I don’t know
(The world’s too somber for a smile to show)
There’s caution tape on the playground swing
Hard to make heads or tails of anything
In history’s quietest apocalypse
(The world shut it’s doors nary a protest)
And so I’m just sitting here
trying to tame the fear...
In spite of the calls to just wither away
(did you not hear the news today?
so much sorrow and grief,
why don’t you cry? are you not sad?)
As if I should be guilty for feeling glad
(the world has enough trouble,
they don’t need me to add)
Watching it all pass by lighter than a cirrus cloud
(Breathing in the sunshine while it’s still allowed)
I listen to the children laugh and play
Flashes of color to drown out the gray
I know none of it makes sense right now
But it’s all gonna be alright somehow
Just gotta hold on and remember what hope is for
Until the world make sense once more
There’s boys playing marbles
and girls picking April blooms
(Did no one stop to fill their hearts
with doom and gloom?)
Frisbee, tag and somersaults
In the afternoon
They can run and skip
Just like a toy balloon
(did no one tell them
It’s all gonna end real soon?)
There’s people dying on the TV screen!
(close my ears and claim it’s all a dream)
Until the world makes sense again
Toss all of your cares into the wind
You can scream the end is near until the cows come home
But I won’t give up my God given right to roam
The birds’ll sing and the sun’ll shine
Until all our sour grapes turn to wine
The world is drenched in unease
and yet here am I
Enjoying the warmth of a spring breeze
with every sigh
All the signs urging us
to rot away and wither
But all the dandelions in the world
beg to differ
Let the orioles sing their soothing songs
Let the cherry blossoms fill your thirsty lungs
All the countless ways to say seize the day.
To tell the truth...
...the world never made much sense anywaY
Categories:
differ, anxiety, appreciation, beauty, encouraging,
Form:
Prose Poetry
You don't get it and that's ok,
My ink is different from yours.
Oh, you didn't get that joke,
It flew right over your head.
My meter must’ve been off.
My rhymes weren't right.
And all my punctuation
weren't quite right either.
You wonder if I heard of
spell check or Grammarly?
My ink is quite different
from yours, we differ.
We all come from different
walks of life, my poetry is
written from my experiences.
I may not get what you,
write but I will give you
much respect, sometimes
respect is keeping your
mouth closed and opinions
to yourself, it’s all about
respect, what else do you
have if you can’t give that?
Alexis Y.
10/12/2021
Categories:
differ, writing,
Form:
Free verse
At crushing depths
Titanic rests
Rusticles- like red ice
hang from her corpse
[the excrement of
fathoms deep bacteria]
And now technology
[ undreamed of when it was needed]
peers at her
[long submerged wreckage]
from slick sub-like vessels
taking computer generated
photo mosaics
[for investigators to pore over.]
Once, mystifying questions
are un-layered one by one
from evidence locked
within her tortured skeleton,
revealing
[ not the simple impact of an iceberg]
sealed her fate]
but rather, a 'series of happenings',
[without remedy.]
Rivets with 'too much slag'
gave way
letting in Atlantic's weight
Her belly full,
she hugged her center keel
[in futile efforts]
to keep bow and stern connected.
As she sank, into eternity,
chambered cells,
[once meant to prevent
the onslaught of the sea,]
were swiftly breached
Sea weight tore her
great- ship's-soul asunder,
and sinking to the sea's dark floor,
she took with her,
poor forsaken passengers
[crying in disbelief ]
at the cruel and lying 'myth.'
See sawing down,
the broken stern end
speared, into fathoms deep mud,
the bow rails stayed intact
[for all the ghosts
to lean on ]
And with the solving of
her final hours,
it is unthinkable,
that this rusticled specter
[once so full of mystery]
had been declared to be
'unsinkable.'
ALL YOURS (Jun 10)
Contest Judged: 6/9/2021 11:40:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
First Place
Categories:
differ, destiny, fate, history, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
(Prologue)
We open our scene with a conversation between two characters.
A dialogue between a father and his son. They live in a world where being
different is a crime, and people who are unique are isolated.
"Now son, heed my words!
I speak the honest truth.
This is advice that you should carry
All throughout your youth."
"Don't dare to be different,
Don't dare to stand out!
Bad things come to those
Who wonder about."
"You see that girl that is crying in strife.
Son... she is crying because she is about to lose her life."
"She wears her hair different
She talks about change.
My boy, don't dare to be different
Being different is strange."
"My boy... this is why
The girl must die!"
Categories:
differ, allusion, humanity, identity, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
Than the "Football" differ from so call -"Facebook"?
O.K. I will explain it- and you try do not mistook.
The" Football" -is kicking a ball by a foot apace,
The "Facebook"- is hitting by a book to a face!
Categories:
differ, football,
Form:
Quatrain
It's time for my great NAVY to ashore,
in dandelion summer rest in peace,
forgetting anchor in the bog - to soar,
or rust neglected in the glitch, at least.
It's time to realize what you have meant
by saying that you ought to make it hurt.
And, purely clear in this fair intent,
you have wound up treating me like dirt.
You're still completely sure in your rave
that life has been arranged in that way,
that if you want here something to be saved
than it shall be destroyed right away.
Our times.. for thirteen crazy rainy springs
to thoroughly forget them I have sworn.
Just stop impersonating in my dreams
All dreads and sorrows, binded up with thorn.
I wish that each my flattop had own wings.
I wish that all my fighters were shot down
and drowned in grace, defying misty winds.
I wonder.. will you lose your stainless crown?
1/06/2014
NikA
Categories:
differ, conflict, emotions, feelings, hurt,
Form:
Verse
The Circumstances are changing my poverty has a flight.
my strength is feeble or strong depends people think on diet.
time; tool of my living that offers sadness or happiness,
I withdraw my weaknesses when I rise or fall in distance,
I co-operate to live so you can appreciate me is delight.
we differ on matters when we failed to define a word compromise
we abuse eachother to adopt modern fashion to grow a size,
Fight isn’t a solution but sometimes it’s when harass disturbs slight.
our courage fails to drive our life positively or approachable,
when we degrade or humiliate others for our big height.
Categories:
differ, caregiving, dedication, devotion, education,
Form:
Dizain
They were in a secretive collusion.
There seemed to be a lot of occlusion.
Polls are open tonight.
Just write in who you’d like,
for they’re each an optional delusion.
Categories:
differ, conflict, confusion, political, voice,
Form:
Limerick
You imply the cruel
Based on an outcome
You fear to admit to.
Disclosing only your version
Of truth vs. fact.
Lies for damage limitation
Lead to fabricated trust.
Your theory of friendship’s
Compassion and kindness
Now reads like a satire.
The thoughtless consequences
Of your fairytales.
So you assume too much
And I beg to differ.
Categories:
differ, angst, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
A literati once told me
the difference between a peasant
and a pheasant is only 'H'
I replied, the difference between
symbols and cymbals is known only
by 'a' literati 'ess,' you 'c'
~ as I crashed those cymbals in front of he
Categories:
differ, giggle, sound, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
differ, faith,
Form:
Free verse
The light of the world is hidden under bushel baskets of snarky stuff
I cannot uncover it by myself, so I need your help, I tell the masses.
The light of the world is already here, we recognize it, some reply.
I beg to differ, I reply.
I beg to differ a lot.
Begging to differ is what I do best.
I am pretty good at it.
I have the gift of persuasion also.
I could form my own cult.
My followers would be many.
But I am not ready for that.
I beg to differ, many tell me.
Categories:
differ, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
In the slumber land where soft dreams dwell,
There is a local tale which a white angel tells,
" See kids the sky is same and the earth is one,
Same the heat within ,and external emitted by sun,
Air is everywhere , roaming here and there and reels,
Sweet soul within is one ,which see ,say,sense and feel,
Take a pledge now- we will sing belle song and wil spread glee,
And will hear the heart, will hold holy thoughts and let the lies flee"
(Oh no no you aren't tipsy,think before making such long leap )
And you take the oath in the sleep without thinking deep!
Well, all pleasant words and vows were complete bliss ,
(But I will see ,to which buyer you will sell your ' promise')
(( WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD))
Here we enter the exam hall in which , all destiny gives their practical,
Your part? You are with meagre stomach ,man with a heavy sickle,
Sickle ,not to harvest truth, but to protect yourself from stigma rain,
Stigma sticks to your body, sickle is used to remove it and that's the pain,
There's a prevention method, give up the sickle and flow with lies ,
You'll become stone, ready to seep ,but the society will not let you die ,
Society will adopt you and teach you to lie ( and you'll enjoy)
And then the stigma rain will be stopped by the mighty sky,
They will teach you to smile sly , and to stab and back,
You'll become stable and happy ( very , very fake!!)
You are happy !!! It's time for the fees , you will dance ,
You'll dance ,and you'll feel guilty in your sense,
Then they will stop you , not because their fun have been sufficed,
But because you have become naked in their eyes !
Categories:
differ, 8th grade, anger, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
It's easy to be in kind
cruelling self to denial.
Harder to step up, unboxed.
But why must you beg, aplogise
for stuffing your ego with struts,
standing up, off your knees;
self supported, doing your own stuff.
Categories:
differ, self,
Form:
Free verse