Best Echt Poems
Written: September 21, 2023
True Love Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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In a world where illusions often deceive,
Genuine love springs as a jewel to retrieve.
A tale implicit, a sumptuous symphony divine,
Where souls entwine, true love will shine.
Can passion be a fleeting amour, a brief aura?
Or does it grasp a deeper, sapient aurora?
In a realm where hearts oft maunder astray,
Echt love exhibits its zeal and splendor in this way.
Akin to ghosts, love is beset but scarcely seen.
Real passion hits hastily in a radiant, pulsing scene.
It is not a slight propensity, a surreptitious flame,
But an amorist bond that thwarts time is not tame.
True love shines akin to a beacon over princely.
A flame that fires forever, flickering fiercely
Loving someone means wanting their happiness.
A love that inspires the heart leaves just sappiness.
Comely happiness is the nectar, and love is the bee.
It resonates in-depth, not missing a beat of glee.
It harmonizes souls, inducing a blissful tune.
Love that susurrous softly, akin to a palest moon.
When a person implies a lot, distance is so little.
A love that heals all wounds and saves the brittle
True love is a lexicon, spoken without a sound.
A cynosure nexus so esoteric, it can't be drowned.
It is the exegesis of life, the reason we exist,
A love that abides through every swirl and twist
Unwavering flame, two souls sigh, tie untying!
True love is the essence, impetus, and freeing.
The one who loves you spells your name uniquely.
Your name is protected in their mouth so deeply.
For in its embrace, we decry our true selves,
A love that transcends is a love that compels.
A level of optimism is crucial for the birth of love.
Your devotion is not to me but to the stars above.
A tale unavowed, a symphony divine,
Where souls intertwine, true love will shine.
Written: February 3rd, 2024
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Existence for him,
should be the shivering,
a fantastic cymbal beat,
beaten with a firm stick,
then, at the time of closing,
all the lights are turned off,
there is no soundtrack at all,
and destiny struck,
vacuous vaudeville
eternity is a halted horn,
and yesterday, a tumbler of spirit,
drunken long ago.
I sit tree-side every night,
anger, grief, and key loss
I wait, hoping someone cares,
I realize nobody will ever come
I sat by the weeping willow,
Its lushness and gloom calm me,
tears fuel my restless dreams
still, my aloofness is illusory
I didn't grasp when it started
I had no friends or affection,
my heart broke and rotted
my echt days are gone,
I'm weary of crying and aching,
smiling, they toss me a chair and cord,
they feign to care for a while
and shut the doors to lie by the bay
their dismay while I live,
how do they pardon my curse?
their love scenes are fake.
Why must I suffer?
why is finding my tears a chore?
have I merited this?
what can I do to delight you?
allow this to conclude,
love me or befriend me
let this misery cease soon,
nights I weep, days I feign,
I bestow joy with my words
why can't I relax and relish?
why do you often depress me?
you don't care as much as others
You're teasing me from above,
I recognize I'll never improve,
I have no love or paradise,
let's hope for the best,
Isolation is a long path to hell,
my life isn't awful, but no one calls,
I may stay as hate sweeps the earth,
stay with my weeping willow.
"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.
Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.
Words, numerously luxuriate on holey
Crimpled sheets.
Words astonishing and boon
Words effulgent and true
To arrange? No. Avast!
Now pondering in this hushed room
Gazing athwart still and attent.
Ahoy to the words!
An august phrase for rent.
Words awhirl or bedizended
Words behooved and apt
Words echt and moiling
Aye, perhaps diamonds of fact.
Five fingers hover over print in black
Print regaled and caressed by an
Amorous attack
Be not harried by apostasy spates
Surcease ye flux of basilic imprecations
Adhibit ye ,supernal paracletes
The pith of divinity
An Achates,
Vae victis
In this temporal realm
Chatoyant fanfaronade
Sursurrant congeries
Erelong abate
Shun the gaffer's gammon
Arcadian maundering
Avaunt kaleidoscopic zealotry
Bandy a cutlass perfervid
Ex aequo et bono
Beneficence's glaive bandies.
Preside atheling echt
In pharos of Nestor
Bestow succor to the augean Boeothians!
Malign them not--for now come the celestial shower
To halidom, shepard, solace and anele
Ye benighted churls
vocabulary- spate-flood; arcadian-rural/simple; echt-adj.-genuine; Nestor-the god of
wisdom; Achaetes-any faithful friend; chatoyant-possessing a changeable luster;
rein-v.-to curb or restrain; amative-amatory; anele-v.- to annoint; harry-to torment by
constant attack; perfervid-ardent/very fervid; ex aequo et bono-L.-according to the
principle of fairness and good; bandy-to beat to and fro; vae victic-L.-woe to the
vanquished; gammon-nonsense; gaffer- an old crone; flux-flow;
fanfaronade--n.-bragging/ostentation/bluster; congeries-heap; susurrant-adj-whispering;
basilic-lowly/base; pith-vigor/force/strength; supernal-celestial; imprecations-curses;
halidom-a holy place/holiness; Pallas Athena-Gr.goddess of wisdom; quotha-arch.-indeed!
Forsooth!; paracletes-someone who aids and supports; glaive-sword; pharos-lighthouse;
atheling-ancient crown prince; adhibit-to let in/admit; benighted-adj-overtaken by
darkness; bestead-to aid; anele-to annoint; contemn-v.-to view with contempt; solace-n.
comfort in sorrow
Heidenrod 8 (Zorn) Germany
1984
Nach vielen, langen Jahren,
sah ich die Heimat wieder.
Es scheint noch immer
wie ein wunderschöner Traum.
Die Erinnerung wird weiter leben,
in Zeit und Weltenraum.
Seltsam, wie das Dörfchen
sich verändert
und ich alles anders fand.
Herzinniglich gedenke ich der
Jugendfreunde und der Zeiten,
als gleiches Schicksal uns verband.
Wie waren unsere Herzen aufgeschlossen
und echt die Freude
und das Wiedersehen.
Die Zeit, sie eilte viel zu schnell.
Doch der Augenblick
wird nie vergehen.
Die Tage die noch bleiben,
liegen in Gottes Hand.
Ein Stückchen Himmel nahm ich mit,
zum großen, fremden Land.
Wohin die letzte Reise
uns auch führen mag,
unsterblich ist ein wunderschöner T
If I was your lover, Miss
I would beam at the rise of my hand
To the soreness of nothing on you
And give you warmth in sun and moon
That from the aphelia be heard
To which winds and barks acquiesce
I would caress your rear and some
For many nights in silence of tongue
And bring us vittles and brews
From the echt nigh merchant
So we needn't go hungry and athirst,
Somewhere 'tween our pleasures
If I was your lover, Miss
We'd make sojourns of pleasance
To many shores of fair weathers
Pressuring our palms in parallels
And gaze at the stars on our tolerance
To forever rest in serenity of days
Walking, shrouded by the echt loneliness of reality,
I lost my gaze in the uniformity of chaos.
Souls in slumber, malinger around with an ever dying goal in sciamachy,
Rebellious against the fallacy within our Ethos.
As I stepped across these vast edacity of desires,
I alleviate myself from the conformity of reasons.
Excavating myself from forced judgement and guile empires.
Distant, detaching the maw for quantities of neologized Love.
Returning to self. To inchoation.
Susurrating under my breath while dulcifying my path.
Does choice comprehend life or destiny an absolute notion?
Drowning in mickle hopes while infinitely landing in the rough.
Though sessile within this flesh, I confronted the banal of my actions,
Experiencing the innate rebirth in an inane, fusty existence.
It's just! It's just! Confused and flabbergasted in knowing only in fractions.
I live dying in life, striving to thrive in absolute endless coexistence of inconsistent constants.
Form:
Let's do this for eternity
My heart cries
Her selflessness embrace my happy soul
Every minute with her adorns my heart
My love for her is never-ending
I love her to wrestle a star from Andromeda Galaxy
Her abysmal of love is ineffable
My world orbit around her
Emitting the lights like the sun that brightens my day
My happiness is deeply rooted in her smile
So fertile till my love grew roots beneath her love
I smile hearing the dulcet tone of her voice
My heart whispers to me
How did she love you when you couldn't love yourself?
Hear me now
These echt words crawls from the seamless walls of my heart
They're lucky to flourish on a piece of paper
But I'll be unlucky if your heart don't favor the poetry my heart writes
Growing up
i always thought smiles a sign of happiness
a caring gesture:
that could brighten someone's day
white teeth...pink gums:
Presenting a welcoming appeal
...no one ever told me
that smiles can be fake:
a camouflage for hatred & disapproval
the currency for trading favors!
like a worm on a fisherman's hook
...appetising yet deadly!
Nowadays...people jus don't get to smile
they rather smile just to "GET"
it's not natural....no it's not!!!
like a scene on a movie :
choreographed to capture attention!
Quash Quash Quash!...
to mere instruments of deception!
Pray for the eyes to see :
to see through all the smiles!
The wisdom to discern :
all the fake from the echt!
ohhh i have seen it all...
& i live to testify:
YES...smiles can be fake!
Ich will es ihr echt gönnen auch wenn es vlt eh zu spät ist aber es tut weh
Es tut weh sie aufzubauen
Es tut weh wenn man bemerkt das sie die Chance hatte die ich immer wollte
Es tut weh das sie sie nicht nutze weil sie es nicht wusste
Es tut weh über jemanden zu weinen der einen nicht einmal richtig beachtet
Es tut weh alle Glücklich zu sehen wenn man Selbst am Boden ist
Es tut weh wenn er jeden beachtet außer mich
Es tut weh das ich dachte das er für uns beide unerreichbar ist doch es eigentlich nur für mich ist
Es tut weh mit ihm Augenkontakt zu halten und nicht komplett zu zerfallen
Es tut weh das ich dachte ich könnte mich durch andere von ihm ablenken
Aber am meisten tut es weh das ich mich für sie freuen will und es nicht kann
Ich bin nicht selbstlos genug im die Worte die ich schreibe wirklich vom Herzen kommen zu lassen und zu meinen
Ich hasse mich dafür
Ich hasse es das sie selbstlos genug wäre und mir das Glück der Erde geben würde selbst wenn das für sie bedeutet das sie darauf verzichten müsste
Ich liebe ihn aber sie noch viel mehr und das macht es so verdammt kompliziert
Written: May 18, 2025, for contest sponsored by Karen J.
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Azure blooms rise from burned-out grime,
Beauty is strength, and a smile its prime.
Chuckles come cheap, yet brighten the day,
Dogs believe the vacuum will steal them away.
Engineers muse on how epic fails fly,
Falls at the ending — gravity’s sly.
Graceful dive — but the pool was too shallow,
Hearing echt news makes my heart mellow.
I turned mistakes into circus flair,
Jokes with no point still lift the air.
Karaoke betrayed me, cord wrapped around,
Lilies and rosemary in peace abound.
Melodies swirl from symphonic breath,
Nothing’s as pure as a baby's first laugh.
Ox tried to leap the moon — missed, but soared,
Payday smiles I can't ignore.
Quiddity dances in thoughtful delight,
Ran the wrong way — still scored that night.
Snail’s excuse? “Too much on my shell.”
TV bloopers — timeless laughs that swell.
Until you love an animal, your soul sleeps tight,
Vivacious teens kiss under neon light.
Wedding in rain, with hearts held near,
Xenium: strangers fed with cheer.
Yogurt gone rogue — kids cry and race,
Zodiac hope in a daily embrace.
Du schöne liebe, schöne süße
du Engel der zum Licht mich weiht
..... Idol dich grüße ich,...In Unsterblichkeit.
Du flutest durch mein ganzes Leben,
gleicht einem See Wind harb und rein,
und meiner Seele bangen streben
führst du beger nach Hef gemein.
Stehts frischer Wohlgeruch
der blühend in lieb gemachte dürfte taucht,
vergessen Weihrauch der glühend,
geheim in tiefer Nacht verhaucht.
Gleich eine Sphinx
thronst du in blauer Lüfte wehen
Schnee ist mein Herz mein Herz
Mein Leibweiß wie das Schwarnes Gefieder....
(habe das mal irgendwo gehört aber weiß nicht mehr wo. Würde mir echt helfen wenn es jemand weiß)
Ps: könnte Fehler enthalten, habe mir das nie aufgeschrieben.
The sparring mind requires a venue fit
for wide ambition’s pointed blade—the craze
of poignant poetry’s unbridled wit.—
Masked)by the wily writer’s wire-meshed gaze,
the soul unleashes on the stage of writ
a flurry of pen strokes, a wanton blaze
of mangled meanings, aiming now to split—
—to split the atmosphere in half…for praise!
Ah—perhaps, in this contest of our wills,
I do not joust against “you”,—just with “I“;
so the looming question mark lurks near: “Why?”
Simply for the thrills! merely for the frills?
Thus, muses Nietzsche, the great unveiler,
“Bist du echt? oder nur ein Schauspieler?…”
Written: August 05, 2023
Put Yourself in Their Shoes Poetry Contest Sponsor- Eve Roper
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In the realm of dawn, where hope does reside,
We eagerly anticipate the forthcoming day.
With hearts ablaze, our spirits do confide,
In the radiant glow that lights our way.
Amidst the fields, where laughter abounds,
Goats and poultry prance with playful glee.
Their antics, a source of amusement profound,
In this realm of joy, where harm flees,
As the sun rises, painting the sky with gold,
We stand ready to harvest the flourishing wheat.
With hands strong and hearts steadfastly bold,
Seeking our livelihood with an unwavering beat
In this realm, our purpose is clear.
To bolster those we love in danger and despair.
Through toil and sweat, we hold them dear.
And find satisfaction in showing we care.
We work the land, our bodies in motion,
Balancing moil and recreation embrace,
Maintaining echt health, a lifelong devotion,
In this realm of dawn, where hope finds its place,
With dutiful hands, we carry the weight of hay.
Symbolic of the burdens we bear in life,
But with love and grace, we find a way.
To ease each other's load and strife.
In the rich story of life—moments float and sway
An innocuous glow of thankfulness ignites the soul
A sturdy stance of gratitude entails a virtuous array
Spread all virtues—never tumble into a hole.
Profits from asset auditing—are cruel to amount.
Since there exist too many advantages to count.
Holding a diary of praise—is an honor to fount.
Appreciation and delight serve as a memorial
Gratitude enhances life—echt for math tutorial
Clears the soul of sorrow and pain, pictorial
Thanks soothe, boost the future, and shine the way
Life's epic theatrical soliloquy—until man is whole
Let us pick such noble ethics—ranks wall mount
And let your ilk heart— pertain to be manorial.
1st place contest winner