Best Distinguishable Poems
Based on the Scripture, 2 Timothy 3:3-13, which gives
warning to escape the snare of the birdcatcher.
On stage he struts in sequined costume
a plume of feathers cocked high on head
A thespian of no account, though in loud rant
his troupe boasts of his skill and talent
But the look of a clown is on his sad face
when he's alone. It's heartache he embraces
for he's aware that he's been misleading
himself and bleeding hearts
the extras cast in his show
Bravo! Bravo!
He's paid the audience to shout
as they stand in ovation
whistling for more; an unearned encore
He promises, "I'll support you all one day."
Foolish would-bes, presume without a doubt
that he's a man of his word, but that's absurd
for actors such as he never share the limelight
once the spotlight has shown on their faces
What price for his moment of glory
The highest toll one can pay is the loss of his soul
Each bow he takes should give cause for worry
that one day the birdcatcher will collect his due
Barter he'll pay for being haughty and boastful
for being puffed up with pride, his words all lies
for acts of unkindness, for being out of control
the foolish one must relinquish his soul
From ones such as he, turn away, turn away
and come to an accurate knowledge of the truth
His folly should be distinguishable for all to see
that those who have an appearance of godliness
prove false in the obiesance of God's Holy Word
Wicked ones go from bad to worse
misleading as though under Satan's spell
from them you should quickly flee
and save yourself from His condemnation
like the rebellious angel who long ago fell
Categories:
distinguishable, bible,
Form:
Free verse
As I gaze upon the ocean
Blue reflects on the water and in the sky
The horizon only distinguishable by it's hue
Standing upon a bluff on a cliff above the rough
I gaze upon the ocean with all it's power
Pushing waves hour after hour
The rock face gets battered and pounded
In a un-relentless, timeless beat
The water produces an awesome sound
Almost like a methodical beat
The surf rolls in, and rolls back out again
Foam forms around the surrounding stones
Seaweed floats , swaying with the waves
Along the beach are deposits of shells and driftwood
Above the water line sand dunes form
Resembling a landscape like the moon
Moving with the ever blowing winds
As the tides roll out
Little holes form along the beach
Making a haven for the birds to eat
A feeding frenzy does erupt
Cleaning out the sandy floor
Before the waves arrive once more
I stand in breathless quite
Taking in the ocean's mystery depth.
Categories:
distinguishable, naturewater, ocean, water,
Form:
Free verse
I looked off
Into great distance…
Little things
No longer distinguishable-
Those subtle differences
I could never name
Anyway,
Could never paint,
Stubbornly refusing
The prime of my colors,
Shapes and strokes
Of my pithy brush-
My mind a sieve
Of contours
And dripping questions
Muddied
In rivers of endless
Flowing debate…
It is here
At great distance,
Where topics come together
In a somewhat-blur,
Clearer for lack of
Definition,
Sort of like
Closing one's eyes to see more…
Or one's ears
To feel vibration
Of deception,
And sense true
Hearing inside,
And sound an honest
But dull imitator-
The real mystery of
Resonance-atmosphere
One it will never give up-
A jittering tease
Of provocative molecules…
It is here in distance
I come to retrieve myself-
That stick I long tossed
a time ago-
The reminder I placed
In a bottle
And pitched to sea
Way back when,
Now washed ashore
Seal intact-
Ink fresh as ever-
The near twinkle of glass
The same twinkle I sent
On its way…
It is here
In distance
That I find you near-
The macro
Out of the micro,
The world-speck,
Grown universal-
Sails
Not pointed up
Nor down
Nor out
But in-
To the here vastness,
The seal of self broken,
To be read fresh
Back from the dark of searching,
In new light
The star uncovered
I always had
And needed blinding to see…
Categories:
distinguishable, allegory, allusion, analogy, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Ancient
~*~*~*~*~*Beliefs
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Cultivate
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Distinguishable
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Entities
~*~*~*~*~*Fortify
Genuine
~*~*~*~*~*Harmonic
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Ideas
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Justifying
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Kindredship
~*~*~*~*~*Mentoring
Nurturing
~*~*~*~*~*Obliging
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Perseverance
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Qualifies
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Respect
~*~*~*~*~*Strengthening
Transcends
~*~*~*~*~*Ultimate
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Victory
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Wellsprings
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Xenial
~*~*~*~*~*Yonder
Zeal
Categories:
distinguishable, adventure, community, culture, destiny,
Form:
ABC
Silently bathed in avocado,
you soaked in the fragrance of a blanket
At midday, crunched your teeth
into something sweet and yellow,
no flower still no pretty petal;
I’ll make our evening coffee, I’ll make amoretto.
Why is it you liked amaretto
so much? As if the melted avocados
weren’t enough, to stare at petals
in the dark, stained blanket
etherized beneath a star shine yellow
Stare, as I stare at the white crevice: your teeth
that are your smile, your teeth
that become stained with the last sip of amaretto,
stained with our silence and the color yellow.
Like the silver knife who’s blade slips through the avocado,
and I wish for more minutes in a day to sit on this blanket
And more staples in this life to puncture the heart of a petal
Its mushy translucence conveys innocence, oh petal!
How I’d much like to forget and sink, or clap, my teeth
in rage but here upon this blanket
exists no rage. Here is where we sip our amaretto
And can think of nothing but the next bite of avocado
When, failing words, failing thought, a yellow
taxicab honks distantly, barely distinguishable from the yellow
buzzing bee in my hair. Swiftly landing on a nearby petal
whose delicate arms, the juice of the avocado
gently outpours from gaps between our teeth,
lover. Lover of the sky, lover of chocolate, and amaretto.
Lover asleep on cushioned soul of the yellow blanket
baked in brilliance from the sun, yellow blanket
under our footsteps, under our yellow
bodies painted in the sensuous scents of amaretto
with gum like innocence floating over any petal.
Don’t get me started that I need to brush my teeth
When yours are green with Avocado
and leaf, like the print on the blanket, yellow like yonder petal
whose strong scent reaches the taste of my teeth, stained coffee yellow
from the over-indulgence, avocado, amaretto.
Categories:
distinguishable, happiness, yellow,
Form:
Sestina
It unfurls itself along the x-axis
with a contained passion, fluctuating
between -1 and 1 like a photon
whose brightness is one of an infinite number
of dimensionless values, coherent, distinguishable,
continuous.
It is counterintuitively optimistic; it insists
that half of a pie should be called pi radians.
It confuses to enlighten; it sends our minds rolling
through loops, performing flips and inversions
until we step backward
and see a straight line.
Categories:
distinguishable, beautiful, high school, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Sweet Angel of mine
Euphoria as high as the eye can see
The immediate cultivation of a man
In the most blissful of moments
On that special day you came to be
So delicate, so precious
Those distinguishable features
Leery eyed, despite a struggle to focus
And for that one brief instant your expression begged the question…
Do I know you?
In this one shining moment a connection took form
The sealing of a bond, strong enough to withstand the most horrific storm
The pride that was embedded
The reflection was prophetic
Whatever will be your endeavor, you have an eternal protector
This world can swallow you if you let it
So, shine my little angel
Find strength in your name
Someday you’ll know pain,
But always remember
The first man who held your hand will always be your softest place to land
Always and forever
But for this day, beauty has been refined and enhanced
So will you save the last dance?
For me?
You can walk with me in a park
You can speak your worst fears
You can tell me what’s on your heart
You can dampen my shirt with tears
And they’ll be a day when you blossom and you’ll find that love expands
The feeling moves you
The energy super
It will lead you down an aisle towards your future
And you’ll still be my little angel
Always
Just know that in all your days
Whether from here or above
Forever my angel
For always in my heart
For you, all my love
Copyright©2013 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
Categories:
distinguishable, children, family, kids, love,
Form:
Ballad
When you roll life's dice
A pair of these always equals snake eyes
But because two
Can never equal one
This number can never be the sum.
A half of a pair
Half the number of molecules of oxygen
In plain and simple air.
The age of my daughter
Two minus the one
Seven, eight, nine or ten
Keep on rolling the dice
You can try over and over again
But none of these will ever be
The Magic number.
A number multiplied by this number
Is always equal to itself
It is single, dutifully alone
It is the lonliest number
And therefore will always be
The undeniably, distinguishable difference
Between the numbers two and three.
(January 26, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Categories:
distinguishable, introspection, parody, philosophy, science
Form:
Lyric
ADELAIDE REQUIRED AID
Adelaide adored me
Ingrid ignored me
Adelaide and I made quite an odd pair
Yet Ingrid had silver silken threads instead of hair
Looking up to a cloud laden sky I prayed to heaven for Ingrid’s heavenly pleasure
Looking up to a syrupy and sunny sky I begged God that I might discover Ingrid’s buried treasure
A female fortune sealed in a locker by two silent lips and secreted between two sultry hips
But in the material that makes up time some fabric often frays while a seam sometimes rips
And even an expensive faucet drips
With assurance I assign Ingrid as an extravagant and excellent source of radiance to beheld by me
And oh to be held by her
To meld with her
As my desire swelled and I swooned to a lady attuned to and beholden to beauty
But as for Adelaide I found her ignorant and distasteful for ignoring and boring me
Whatever she chose to discuss would disgust me with distinguishable diatribes
before I forbade Adelaide from approaching me or broaching another subsequent, sequential and inconsequential subject
Adelaide adjudicated me well adjusted with an adjunct to adulation
While I grew agitated by her aggravation
Until I made Adelaide fade
And found further feminine flair in a woman with silver silken threads as her hair
© 2012 copyright© …..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
distinguishable, angst, me, me, silver,
Form:
Double Dactyl
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:
distinguishable, life,
Form:
Abecedarian
UNCOMMON
By: William S. Labtis
When would uncommon be a common?
Or vice versa, a common be an uncommon?
Common* as we know as those belonging
to two or more;
Shared by all alike; one pertaining
to a community as a whole.
While conversely, uncommon as not
belonging to two or more;
Unshared by all alike; and not pertaining
to a community as a whole.
How uncommon struck ; or at least attract anyone?
Compare what a common or uncommon be or
not be?
Judgment may not sound good but for common all
-as common sense. Yes
Indifference may not want be different but for all sakes
-as common stand. Yes
Distinguishable may not be distinguished but recognizable
-as common interest. Yes
For everything, anyhow, there could be a ground -
-as common decision/base, Yes
So, that it ends up a joint agreement and acceptable -
-as commonality. Yes
Thus, would a common sense always a good judgment?
Indifference , becomes distinguishable or agreeable?
As pre arranged meeting be successful not in somewhere
but specifically in a common place;
As when one or everyone would arrived anytime but
since it’s for good a common time;
Don’t be acting in distance and yet responsive
but merely become only a spectator
And least known become unknown or unknown become
known
Could there be a law or an order to make both flawless
and understandable.
Is uncommon always prejudged? That upon short notice
Always selected from common? Or vice versa?
*Common’s meaning,,pls refer to Webster Dictionary
.
Categories:
distinguishable, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Walking.....
I was walking...
Like I have done every morning
since we moved into this neighborhood.
I stepped back and my sight caught a radiant monarch butterfly...
It had four broad colorful wings, and very
distinguishable from other butterflies I have seen.
How can its chrysalis match the color of last night's sunset?
A somber yellow, streaks of pink and a tiny hue of orange
brilliantly shining between the Rocky Mountains.
My breath was taken away as my heart idyllically swelled into oblivion,
I remembered little Ella walking through the fields with her butterfly net,
so free and angelic...
I could have sworn I saw wings on her back, and a white light surrounding her.
Oh, she was such a beauty, that sweet little girl.
A picturesque sight for sore eyes.
This is the felicity I have always dreamed of.
A mother, watching her child grow into a miraculous child of God.
For she is a female descendant of myself but I see so much
of her daddy in her smile.
A continuous plethora of tiny bundles of laughter
and those big brown doe eyes that you can see a mile away.
You should've seen her last night.
She can not sleep without a dulcet of her favorite songs.
So melodious and soothing for her sweet little soul.
Every single morning she wakes rhapsodic full of enthusiasm and excitement.
Tomorrow she is turning ten years old.
Such a young lady who I am very
proud to call my daughter.
I have come to the realization that very soon she will be
evanescent and off to find..
her own life...
her own husband..
her own child...
In my jewelry chest I found my elegant sapphire necklace.
It just happens to be her birthstone.
My mother had given it to me
and now it's her turn to treasure it.
How can she be such a beauty?
How did I get so blessed?
Sometimes I think that I used a talisman to create her
she is so perfectly special and a tiny piece of heaven
shines when I see her hair sweep gently in the breeze.
The very next morning I was...
Walking..
and thinking...
as I encountered the trail leading to the river,
there it was,
the radiant monarch butterfly...
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written : January 20, 2016
Categories:
distinguishable, beauty, daughter, love, nature,
Form:
Free verse
** Mother Nature Draws the Dawn **
Already,
Dawn sets off
This longitude’s waking,
Displaying nearby trees
Into their scribbled silhouettes
In shades
Of gray with blasts of black masses —
Points gathered
Fronting the quick brightening over
Yesterday’s leaving darkness,
And bringing forth this day’s white-glazed,
Cloud-faced sky —
Appearing before my sleepy eyes
Without any distinguishable color, and
Simply seen as an unfoldng background —
A lightening
That shows even before the blendings —
With the coming gifts to sight
Of the perception of dimensions
And the aspects of perspective,
To be seen in the expanse beyond my window
In this dawning moment ~
As the world appears quite like
A flattened Earth,
Like a doodled scene
Of blotches and specs — in
Mother Nature’s ink line & wash
Landscape
Created on her personal, unbordered paper.
———————————————————————
(c) sally young eslinger 8/17/2023
(For Jim. Happy 40th)
Categories:
distinguishable, art, day, imagery, light,
Form:
Imagism
Is there anything you like about me now
Must I work to make it so?
Can't do that so much, I know.
Is there anything you like about me now?
Time passed, my unconscious dispositions abound,
True self to bear.
Blinded by what familiarity breeds
You know me only to well you see.
I see contempt, you see me.
Remember,
The days when love was pure,
Just fun and jubilantly physical?
Where exactly did it go?
Lost, yes. Forgotten, no!
Etched away as sand on a shore,
Love drifted O're.
Translucent, hardly distinguishable.
What ever happened to love?
Trying is so so hard.
Is there anything you like about me now?
These days I just don't know.
Im still here.
Hello! Hello!
Categories:
distinguishable, angst, longing, lost love,
Form:
Narrative
One Word #18
Font, Noun, The particular size, weight, and style of a typeset.
An elegant font that is written out,
But then when you try to read it,
It’s impossible.
I wonder if humans are the same way,
The most beautiful things in this world,
Can’t be read.
Humans are distinguishable by how they write;
Some people messily write in protest,
As they don’t care.
And others make a beautiful word,
But are forced to write “normally”,
So they can read.
Like an onomatopoeia that can’t be heard,
Cursive is a font that can’t be read,
By the careless.
But I wonder, even with glasses, could you read it?
“I can’t see what you’re trying to write!”
It’s for the best.
Feelings can seemingly happen in water washes,
But then your words are blurred by your tears.
It’s unreadable.
Having taken off my glasses, I can’t see,
And I can’t understand what I’ve written.
Like from the start.
But with my glasses on, I now see,
We were blind before we even started,
Completely overlapped.
Whether a font can be read or not,
We are all blind to our own desires,
Just another crime.
Tip-tap, is that the sound of pen on paper,
Or the sound of tears hitting the paper?
Blurring it.
With your glasses on, onomatopoeia and fonts blend,
He and she join emotions in a ringing word,
For it doesn’t matter.
Categories:
distinguishable, words, writing,
Form:
Free verse