Best Dignified Poems
I was immersed in an impervious imagination
of these frail flowers feigning a feel of freedom
I watched their wings whirling in whoredom
Impious, they are implanted with impinged impetus
A dignified dust, decorated and dubbed a domineer
Yet they decided to be detritus on a detour, detrained.
Thronged by thick thorny thoughts, theme and thrust
On a throne of thistles, ever thrilled by thralldom,
Pots parading potpourri, they preen in power pomp,
positioned in a plain, poisoned, they prey on the potter,
O where did you wield those wings of woeful wisdom;
to trail the terrain that will only twist and tame you.
A dust you are, drunk and drenched with delusion
Deluged by derisory dream in the domain of darkness,
you drill and drink from the dust you did not designed
O dignified dust, your destiny is but dross and dust.
Devious: you devise deviltry with the devoiced dusts,
With a magmatic mind, mutinous against your marker
Your beauty, brain and brawns will soon get broken,
And you will be drowned in the dust you dignified…
It would seem much of the time that while so many so called self respecting, educated, so called independently minded women don't truly respect much or anything , often especially men, the so called women who are said to have no self respect truly respect everything to be truly respected, especially life and self interest and truly understand and respect men. As for me I respect anyone who respects me . I only judge that which spitefully judges. My idea of a relationship is being married to a great guy. That is myself , but being on the low down with the opposite gender. please, don't tell him. he's so jealous. ha. ha. footnote; is life about love and being a dove or just hate disguised as it's opposite. ask yourselves, please. honestly.
To write a play of dignified style,
does challenge the poetic mind.
Do tell me all your life stories,
and may they be not so boring,
that they choke our viewers with their own drool.
She know that its all
good and her sexy is fine.
Can trap a man at the drop
of a hat so very real.
Straight out to kill
automatic love surrender.
By Kenneth D. Bolden
The Dignified Doorman
In the thirties when fish factories in my town closed, the sardines
didn’t swim near shore, they swam further into deep the ocean.
Perhaps collective memory told them not to go near the coastline.
Like the war, it was forgotten when old sardines died out and the new
generation swam too close to shore again, but that was after my
two uncles had gone to America to find work. In New York one of
them, a young man with an immense dignity got a temporary job
as a doorman at a swanky hotel, but he stayed the uniform was
smart and the ladies were very kind to him, free food and lodging.
After twenty years, he came back home and bought a house, cash,
of tips given to him by hotel’s clients and he got married which was
expected of a man with greying hair and a fairly new bungalow.
In the meantime, there had been a war and he got a job as a driver
for the boss of a brewery a job he kept till he retired. A placid man,
more than Domingo, his wife had affairs in the hope of shaking him
out of his placidity he turned the other cheek. Talking about cheeks
when his wife died he moved in with his friend and both of them
lived to be old men, who had found love, if a bit late in life.
how should one lake to swim across rooftops of emptiness
you see the innocence God marked as suspicious by another future
board in the shadow of a palace orphan
now my palace green roots in the manufacture of summary
free banks of a poem the dangerous Routes of by the drought of a gray apple
relatives are working towards the side of the boat to the dignified singing
the fate of the distant regions of the dragon are on fire inhibited
rustic walks each word appears bleached by fever of Cinderella and her golden
shoes her dancing in the deserts of hope driven volcano
In twilight's embrace, I seek solace,
A river, a stream, my final dance,
To die with dignity, my heart lay's at rest,
In gentle grace, I find my peace,
A legacy woven in words noble art,
Farewell, I depart, with love, and respect.
I go to that place, before I was born.
God made Sunday a holy day of rest,
to kids it's playing baseball all noon
in the nearest field, unless it's very hot;
some don't care about going to church,
honor the Lord and carry the torch:
faith isn't strong: God's house is in ruin!
Twitter & Tic Toc have swayed their attention,
spiritual things mean little, they love having fun;
Daniel is ridiculed for reading the Holy Bible:
when he reads the psalms aloud, they tremble!
He was that obedient boy so respectful and faithful,
the unkept rascals looked at him with raging envy;
they always got in trouble, some went to county jail:
no parent visited them, he did and showed empathy!
That kid who robbed people and hid in an abandoned hut
confessed to his heinous crimes, the judge was complacent,
" Do not do this anymore, walk with God and pray a lot.";
he stood up saying " Even bad kids can learn what it right! "
Just when we thought that no rascal would turn to merciful God
and be sorry for all the bad things caused to himself and others:
redemption to set things straight starts with dignified moral intentions;
kids follow his example and change the disobedience you showed!
time after time,
the sky and the sea
fill me,
flood me
with strange, dignified
humility,
overwhelm me
with an acute sense
of awe,
fearful love,
a feeling primeval
and raw;
and I cannot help
but be utterly
grateful
for something
so good, something
so blissful
which, in truth,
I could never have
the nerve
to claim or
to believe that I
truly deserve !
N-ame
I-s
K-nown
K-eeping
I-ts
D-ignified
E-steem
J-ust
E-xpressing
S-uccess
U-nderneath
S-kyway
Topic: Birthday of Nikki De Jesus (June 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
but with a gentle sway
parades her beauty
and so we bow
AP: Honorable Mention 2025