Best Differentiates Poems
LOVE STORY
The breeze is in my hair.
The moon is gleaming behind me.
The love I feel is everlasting.
Cadence of my soul.
Show me your happiness
Share, my love.
Laugh with me
Our destiny is mixed with pleasure.
Our essence treasured.
Come walk with me in the garden.
Alive - Let's reach our ultimate…high.
Smile, darling smile
Kiss me with your eyes.
Forever we are.
Champagne we drink
To toss our uniting.
You feel my sylph
A fulfilled spirit.
This journey succumbs me.
I am free for you to love.
Embrace your ideas
Let the breeze come in.
Dance to the ecstasy.
Release all your fears.
Capture this time
As our minds, intertwine.
Laugh with me
Inflection of my soul.
Show me your happiness.
Share, my love.
A majestic dynasty
Our empire
In time
Now!
Here we stand
You and I forever.
No obstacles have formed.
You are my one and only.
Woman, smile
Kiss me with your eyes.
Forever we are.
Thrive - Let's reach our ultimate…highs.
This is our life...
Together
This is our existence...
Forever
Ardor love
Justified by God
Come walk with me in the garden
As we write our love story.
MY PHILOSOPHY
Man is man. His skin is what makes difference. His upbringing differentiates.
This is, he states, “God's way.” DARK SUNSHINE - VSW
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PENNED ON AUGUST 03, 2014!
Categories:
differentiates, deep, love, lust, song,
Form:
Ballad
I have my constitution
which exists in the tablets of my mind,
It's not an illusion,
but an ally, a friend,
A guide to perfection,
Perverts the way of the pervert,
A guide to perfection
for the immortal, mortal and mortality.
There is a constitution,
Perpetuated by coercion,
Written by human distortion,
With zigged and zagged expectation,
Oriented to insufficiency,
Loops that our leaders pay to see,
Whose sowers sow carefully,
lest they close their own way.
Of a doctrine hollow I know,
Often planted on the way of justice,
Where the little of a cobbler is taken,
To spare the enthusiasm of a regime,
A policy set out for heaven,
But creates hell just before,
When infants survive just long enough,
To witness the state-of-the-art slaughter of their beloved.
An outline of legal malpractices,
constitution of an immoral basis of morality,
Thieves defining the principle of equity,
Harlots given virgin reception,
A fugitive in the state house,
A constitution which siphons justice,
Is your pamphlet of statements,
Written in pencil and erased in ink.
That's not my constitution,
Which differentiates between a ***** and hero,
Implemented sparingly by hungry lawyers,
Who when full do more harm,
To warrant extermination of infants,
And offer them a premature state burial,
Where man slaughters his kinsmen,
For the interests of a constitution.
Written 15/06/2012 MUTHOKA JACOB.
A reaction to failed confidence in the constitution whose makers become the prefects over its interpretation.
Categories:
differentiates, political,
Form:
Ballad
A real man never cries but endures!
When pains of the world rain upon him he endures!
When the sky is dark and horrific moments come, he endures!
Even on the edges of the deep dark deadly death, he endures!
Not even the reckless trembling rifles of the wars shall make him cry!
Nor the big bad blood sucking bats shall frighten him to cry.
He is the saviour of his of his own territory and
No other man shall rule his land on his presence, never!
He is a god of his temple and a King in his royalty.
Tell me not about the weak pathetic man,
Who cries to death when impediments comes,
Whose knees quiver and rumple when the worst come
Who sold their manhood cheap with a piece of cake!
Man is no man that cries without enduring,
For endurance is what differentiates boys from man
And boys shall not stay in the same territory with man.
Categories:
differentiates, family, dark, dark, endurance,
Form:
ABC
Awkward abandoned outcast
Broken, battered, beaten
Crumbling from its misery and torture
Dead ere death nears
Everything returns
Fragility accents its blessing
Giving supplement to the split seams
Honing on the strength
Illuminating beauty of scars
Jargon accepts and aids rather than excludes
Keenly the binding shines
Longing for fresh form flees
Mind readies itself for the future laden with experience
Nostalgia fades and never acceptance flies toward
Over the mist of muted mind
Pain contributes to its newer beauty
Quiet and not quick
Radical, ready, rebellious fight
Subtle, yet definite and inevitable
Thorns frame for future sores, yet the body accepts
Unique, distinguishable will to live
Vexations appear in cycles with each distinct print
Waiting for better dissipates toward nature
Xenolythe transitions to a familiar substance
Yes to adversity,yes to pain,yes to suffering
Zest differentiates form the past
Categories:
differentiates, life,
Form:
Abecedarian
Autumn is a typical season
A season which comes right after summer
A season in which trees change its color.
The color in which Leafs turn to differentiates
These are to be autumn's colors yellow, red, orange, brown.
Leafs overtime die and fall off its branch
They fall onto the ground
When people step over a leaf you can hear it crackle
When a tree becomes leafless it becomes a lot easier to see everything leafs keep hidden from us.
When winter arrives every plant and tree become frozen
In some places during the winter right after it snows.
the wheater is so cold, thy ice converts into icicles.
frozen solid water high above the tree
caused by dripping water frozen into ice.
when the sun reflects every object ice fell onto it dissolves it.
Spring is another typical season where every blooms
plants grow from the ground.
plants blossom to the fullest during sunlight.
Sunlight gives nutritional vitamins to plants to help it grow.
When summer arrives plants lose their beautiful flower.
Every season is an ongoing cycle which reoccurs relentlessly.
This is the significance of every typical season.
Seasons cherished by numerous of people.
Everyone has their own preference of which season they enjoy the most.
Categories:
differentiates, earth, environment, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
for no fault of mine, congenital blindness has been my lot
i never fail to wonder how i look
mum said i'm blond and beautiful
till date what blonde means still beats me
i can only imagine the meaning of beauty
i've learnt to endure the ridicule of people
who only add pain to an already wounded soul
it also hurts when i'm pitied
with my sister-in-law a constant culprit
the clergyman said my handicap is a blessing
that it's good i can’t see a world so sinful
but he failed to reply when i harmlessly asked
if he had ever prayed to lose his vision
my family even consider me a burden
complains and excuses trail my request for whom to guide me
to put an end to my inconsiderate disruption of their movies
they did me the favour of buying a guide dog
the sighted make much fuss over trivialities
can you imagine crying over a missed movie
or threatening suicide if not allowed access to the television
sometimes i itch to know the big deal about television
but television is strictly for those that are blessed with vision
so is tourism, movies and countless others
i long to be a medical doctor
and also to get married and have my own children
but understandably, men refuse to look my way
i'm now used to the bitter truth
dreams and wishes are not for the sightless
my thumbs are always sore ‘cos i love to read
and it hurts too when my siblings yell excitedly
'bout the scenic sights they behold
oh, how i wish for a day of sight
to behold the rainbow, flowers and mother
to see myself and my dear Stevie Wonder
music is therapeutic to my soul
oh, its the best gift to mankind
though the deaf will definitely disagree
have you ever wondered how life will be without hope
but i live without a hope of regaining my sight
while people sleep, i wish for death
but of course wishes are not for the blind
and unlike those cowards i'll never kill myself
i laugh when the sighted complain of penury
or when they make much fuss over needing a wheelchair
i'll gladly exchange conditions with them if given a choice
'cos the sun never rises in the world of the blind
the need for air differentiates the blind from a corpse
however i've got a few consolations
i'll never get to see an ugly sight or a dead man
i'll never see my husband cheat on me
sadly though, that's if i ever get one
Categories:
differentiates, sad, world, me,
Form:
Free verse
The world is made of diversity and in it
We are to find unity!
The world itself is layered
Its living species varying
From starfishes to buffalos, yet,
It gives all of them
Their due depending upon
What their system needs without ever
Thinking that one species needs lesser
Than another one!
Similarly, it differentiates not
Between humans, giving them
Adaptation facilities depending upon
Where they live and how they need
To struggle for their own survival!
So, we, as elevated conscious beings,
Are to learn this lesson
From the world itself
And we are to behave
As it does
As only there where there are
Feelings of brotherhood and acceptance
Shall we be able to move on
And adjust to the growing hostility
Thrust upon the world by the
Keepers of evil shadows!
Categories:
differentiates, life,
Form:
Free verse
-WE SHOULD ALL BE- -Dear Hearts--
Jesus says I should love my brother, brothers;
And does this include also my sister, sisters;
For if we love one another;
There would be nothing left..
But
Love
An affectionate sobriquet for the one, the ones;
Whom you would wish upon no hurts, nor any harm;
A fellow human being, what is really at stake?
They to do want to see like you the golden-gates (of)…
Jesus says I should love my brother, brothers;
And does this include also my sister, sisters;
For if we love one another;
There would be nothing left..
But
Love, love
We should all be, be dear hearts…
Oh! That, which has woken up your hearts;
Dear hearts, dear hearts;
And dispelled your misgivings about, about;
Dear, dear, dear hearts, Dear Hearts
The sinful world at large;
Everyone wants to hate and not to love;
Philia-friend, Philia friend bond philia the love between friends (this is what it should be)
Philia-friend, Philia friend bond as closer, closer than siblings in strength and duration;
A friendship stronger bond existing between all nations;
People who share common values, interests;
All this and more God insists;
Differentiates friendship love from the other loves;
Dear heart means an endearment,
Dear hearts means endearment;
For how can you love the Father, and the Son?
When you don’t love the fellow man;
To a friend when talking to him, show them a sign that you care;
And that you love them Philially;
The greatest term of affection known to mankind;
It is God’s will, that you be instilled a Dear heart;
It is God’s will, that we are all instilled as Dear Hearts
3/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
A Dedicated Verse to Poetess “Constance “Dear Heart”
Categories:
differentiates, analogy, appreciation, caregiving, confidence,
Form:
Lyric
success loved by all, hated by none
ask the movie star or the beauty queen
nothing on earth thrills like success!
success is the precursor of achievement
he’s the prize for hard work
success is the difference between affluence and penury
he's the distinction between fame and obscurity
he’s the thin line between sadness and joy
he differentiates the president from his chief critic
success guarantees you'll never lack friends
however, success breeds envy
beside ever successful man, there is a fair lady
sever ties with success and she'll be your ex
one with success always holds his head high
a successful child is his parent's pride
success is utterly irritable
thus he's seldom a lasting friend
despite the many faults of success
he never selects friends
i laugh when people accuse success
of never bothering to look their way
success is an impatient guest
who knocks on everyone's door at odd hours
and he may leave if we’re too slow to open
‘cos he's got many homes to visit
Categories:
differentiates, depression, funny, inspirational, success,
Form:
Free verse
5/16/20
"BRRR"
During a lull
I took a stroll
And began to mull
Brrr
This world is cold
It's dangerous like a black hole
From the North to the South Pole
The same ole' same old bull
being sold, just like souls
For gold
And full
Control
Meanwhile continual items being stole
As the bells continue to toll
You'll
Probably cull
Something with wool
Only leaving behind a skull
Brrr
People will bite the hand that fed
People will shoot you with lead
People will leave you for dead
People will chop off your head
People will act like your friend and then
People will stab you in the back with an object with a sharp edge
People will push you off a ledge
People will kill you over bread
People will tend to often believe what they read
People will watch while you bled
The ground around turning red
People will take back what they said
People will say it's all in your head
People will says it's the alcohol and prescriptions meds
Time and time again
People will do anything just so that they can get ahead
When
Will it end?
Brrr
Shiver me timbers
Humans still bicker
And continue to differ
Out to make others wither
While struggling with pills and liquor
Was it always this way
Or are the people of today
So much sicker
I see too many being bitter
Out to hinder and injure
Whatever it takes, so that they're the victor
And richer
Even if they have to leave you at the bottom of a river
They wouldn't dare call themselves a sinner
Only a winner
This all paints an ugly picture
Like some of what was written in scripture
At that point, what really differentiates us from critters?
When there really is so much to consider
My message has been delivered
Brrr
Yes maam and yes sir
What was done for him or her
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
differentiates, dark, deep, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Dwelling between the demons she will never know faith,
Love as surrender of self to the one you desire?
In her resolve she creates barriers where none exist;
Only to learn jealousy takes her love away.
There is no doubt what her heart wants desperately,
Caged like an animal she enjoys the freedom dream,
Not knowing where it began or where it will lead her;
She will burn joy and beliefs on her alter of death.
Death differentiates between no lovers when it knocks,
Be it a verdict or a hideous green eyed monster,
Let me relish beauty of faith in the divine soul;
For when death comes it frees the lover within me.
Categories:
differentiates, faith
Form:
Free verse
Turning rolling spinning in circles
changing negative to positive
The positive starts to rotate
The revolving starts then stops...
Then starts again
The revolving starts to rotate
changing positive to negative
in circles...turning, rolling, spinning.
Time is earth
Continuous circular motion
The positive starts to rotate
Orbiting the sun
Earth never differentiates
the rotating starts to revolve
Light then darkness then light then darkness
again and so and so forth
time goes...earth never stops.
Life is based on decisions
the revolving stops...then starts again
Division impression and new beginnings
dictate how we decide
Impression is harmless
in the eyes that requires opinion
the revolving starts to rotate
Harmless opinions...spawn division
Society's machete pointed incision
punctures mankind.
Positive changes to negative the new beginning.
Time is given by life
the right way
Time is taken from life
the wrong way
Yet earth lives
Turning, rolling, spinning.
Categories:
differentiates, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
physics be time and
...time...
be the phys-hics of
...change...
andt
seen as time-bubble
...fizz-hics...
a cause-effect theory
...gauges...
whatever
be of an arithmetic count
...logic...
of pluses and minuses
...that...
differentiates all things wrt
...patterns...
called thee 'neutralities' in
...sciences...
arithmatics
stan sand
Categories:
differentiates, adventure, beauty, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
there are three people
you should see
one was bullied
one died
and one who was unsatisfied
as he was in locker room
were he heard the cries
a bunch of guys
pushed him around
and beat him to the ground
he cried softly
as he went home
with bruises and scars
that no one knew about
his parents just wondered
how come he is so lonely
after a while
he had a friend
but he was just something
no one understand
that man died
due to a car crash
the boy who's bullied
friend passed away
if you were there
would you feel the same pain
he cried he eyes out
night and day
the bullying didn't help
but increased the pain
once he had enough
he decided to let it out
let his soul free
from tears and many things
he could feel the rope
wrapped around his neck
he saw the tear drops
falling from his head
he felt his life
fading away
at the last second
he had something to say
" i love who all loved me"
then the last breath
swept away
then the parents
realized his pain
with all his tears
one the ground
there was a puddle
with the message
from him self
" i love all who loved me"
write one a note
in the puddle of dreams
the parents remembered
their young sons dreams
he wanted to be a man
who change everything
who would turn the world around
and make everything sane
make thing normal
not inhuman
but that ended
in a flash
like in 3 seconds
4 max
his parents
were unsatisfied
they were the third
you should see
these three people
had differentiates
one died by accident
one died for himself
and the third was alone
realizing how much it hurt
to have a fried
who died the next day
and to be bullied
in every single way
physical verbal
and mentally disturbed
the boy was so young
and was really hurt
he was just lost
and very burnt
bullying is like a flame
it hurt and burns in every way
stay out of the flame
for it will hurt some more
the bullying continue
and you hurt some more
the family has lost
the boy with dreams
due to his friends dying
and him being bullied
suicide was his way it
this seduced him
into take his life out
Categories:
differentiates, bullying,
Form:
A question I have asked myself of late:
what essence does this poetry possess
which differentiates it from mere prose,
and gives distinction to its 'poemness'?
Sometimes, at least to me, a puzzle fits
the way I go about the task at hand;
the sonnet with its fourteen lines permits
the muse some license, structural remand.
Here, meter, thought, and rhyme must smoothly meld,
convey a captured thought and set it free
in such a manner that the reader, held,
is entertained, at least to some degree.
Sometimes the challenge lies within a text
that already possesses its own form:
retain a meaning not too highly vexed,
while patterning against a different norm.
A poem may shed light on dark events,
or ridicule the theater absurd,
or liken things not normally compared,
use turn of phrase or play upon a word.
Iambic pairs are what I've changed the most,
with good results, but not all of the time,
for scarce I think I've found a call to boast,
the meter's shot and words don't seem to rhyme.
Perfection, rarely found, can be hard-fought;
improper turns of phrase stick in one's craw.
at other times, the words flow as they ought -
a thing of beauty, satisfaction's “ahhhh."
So clicking on a Google link displayed
by searching on the nature of this word,
I find it means "a work" or "something made";
in Greek, “poy-ay-mah” is the way it's heard.
Surprisingly, the word is found in Strong's,
a catalog of Bible words by verse.
The entry under "poem" isn't long;
with just two entries, one might call it terse.
The first, in Romans One, declares that God,
in things that have been made, can be perceived.
and thus, though you indeed may find this odd,
creation is a poem God conceived!
Ephesians has the best usage of all,
in chapter two and starting at verse ten:
"For we are his poema,” there writes Paul,
for works prepared before it all began.
Just ponder this: when God said "very good,”
it was not for the stars that filled the sky.
A source of wonder, scarcely understood:
that poetry was man, God's perfect sigh.
Categories:
differentiates, creation, poetry,
Form:
Quatrain