Best Emotes Poems
Muted Echoes
The echoes of piano notes
play softly in my mournful mind
as melody so gently floats
like ghosts of songs she left behind.
My memories are brought to bear,
the echoes of piano notes
forever floating in the air,
as lumps well up in saddened throats.
This winter day we don our coats
to lay her body down to rest;
the echoes of piano notes
show sadness in our hearts expressed.
The instrument sits dormant now;
its presence quietly emotes
her playing, as our thoughts allow
the echoes of piano notes.
The universe of fear emotes a broken feeling,
loveless wastelands could hardly be called home.
Conscious rising dreamscapes, illusory revealing:
the terrified emperor sits naked on his throne.
Such precious time agonizing on his pain,
he can't receive what he refused to give.
With all his pasts and futures preordained,
in timeless boundless love God wills he lives.
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
— Mary Oliver
Sacred geometry and love's rhythm divine
exerts upon poets, a magnetic pull,
where once with music of our soul we align,
creative instincts rise like a raging bull,
yearning to express in words, what we do pine,
opening the floodgates, until heart feels full.
In time dissolved silence, poets pen their verse,
tuning in to whispers, of the universe.
God's plans for the soul requires us to create
emotes of gentle soul on a canvas blank,
conjuring cadence to which heart may gyrate,
that love in love with love may profusely thank
Him for inspirations that never abate;
thus upon God's boundless grace, all poets bank.
Poetry in motion, splash in the ocean,
creating as ordained, love's magic potion.
18-November-2022
Poetry is a life-cherishing force Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Roses are red like the color of my heart.
Violets represent the color of my face when I'm with you.
I know this is a bit cheesy but I...
Will say that you represent Aphrodite.
You're so cute like a kitten sleeping.
Or maybe a box full of puppies?
You make the word "emo" make me think of "emotes" and
The only emote I do is "loving you".
You could cut a C-Section in me and see all the butterflies.
My hands are almost broken from all the roses I picked for you.
The word "LOVE" to me means:
L - I love you , O - I love you , V - I love you , E - I love you
I'm not that creative like a 5 year old but...
You make me think of "Legos".
I can fit all of the pieces to build us together happily ever after!
I want to hug you like how I hug my pillow at night,
And when I fall asleep, I dream of you...
I wish I had more time to name reasons on why I love you,
But the hourglass I have shattered and
It would take me more time to fix everything...
And let's be honest... No one would try to fix that stuff.
You also remind me of a scary roller-coaster.
I'm not saying you're scary but that good feeling people get when it
feels like their soul is being taken, because you take mine away.
I think I'm out of clever ways to say "You are amazing".
Maybe you could change this and help me find more.
I just want you to know that I love you, I love you, I love you.
So, as to what I was saying earlier:
Roses are red, Violets are blue
I Love You.
It's a beautiful day inside my heart
The medicine of love has healed my wounds
Where hostility used to be entombed
I've been blessed with a chance for a new start
There will always be pain but not as sharp
Just like a new babe brought forth from the womb
There's a rainbow of love helping it bloom
Compassion and mercy it will impart
New friends pop up ev'rywhere like flowers
Beaming bright smiles on their happy faces
Expressing their love for one another
Togetherness and peace holds the power
Love's sunshine has filled all the dark spaces
And emotes a feeling like no other
Italian Sonnet an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
Rhyme scheme abba abba cde cde 105 words
The Never Will
The “never will” is sometimes . . .
left alone;
and the never said . . . never happened;
and so who shall ever question?
The “never will” can be:
the never did,
the never can,
the never could,
the never have,
the never had,
the never would,
the never would have had,
the never shall,
the never shall have,
and the never shall have had . . .
(with all of its grammatical bliss).
The “never will” emotes
a determination—
and a pulse and a force of
masterful and demonstrative negation;
sometimes never to be really and fully understood.
Our lifetime is spent with the “never will”
as part of our inner psyche
and as . . .
a daily aspect of one’s Cosmic DNA.
It lurks as our constant companion,
. . . im Gegenteil . . .
to the “always will” which means it always will.
It will follow us too on our eventual Soul Path
to that Great Beyond . . .
But only God can make that decision.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 8, 2015 (Lyric)
ENTER INTO MY MIND
Enter into my mind an existential maze – a passing phase of distortion
where illusions create beliefs and biographical misapportions.
From start to end chained to memories in cell blocks of time.
Who can know the world above; the world below; the in between
of reflective glow. From our time to no time; from our space to
no space; from living thoughts to spirits in a secret death.
Encumbrances to create meaning limited to the here and now.
What purpose; cries the hopeless mind, wild as the wind
on a snowy day.
The future portends to come from now. The past awry to disavow the illusion,
set up and cross matched to a reality of senses with no known meaning.
It seems I need the diversions from the fibrotic interplay of synapses gone astray.
Staying in the present path along a familiar highway helps when the
lights turn green and I am allowed to go.
My existential morass in poetic form plays upon insistent themes.
Emotes from an invisible person have rendered me upon the page
as having lived between two bridges one analytical, the other emotional.
Where the river meets, down stream another bridge stands as I look in wonder
Night emotes in sun whipped sheets,
weaved from rainbow thread.
Blueish greens that shyly wink,
blushing pink to red.
-09 Apr 2015-
How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics, milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean mode
idiosyncrasies obliging for no one's
realsake but hanging by a nose thread to a
course coarse curve enlivened by a renal
renaissance mercury---wide base of support
newcomer setting in for the long haul given
p residence a timely sage too old for this
x@#$%* yet too youngf for climate of clipped
communication neverstrife, appealing to all yes-too
many no, too few---104 degrees FF brain on fire
dry ice income shedding short circuited
sillosynapse conglomerates crazy for
passion + lust intro infusion---two part flesh,
one part soul a pinch of carnal rich renderings.
Simmer ever slowly over a lucid lifetime at
harmony in law degrees--slowly stirring the
emotes frequently--too many nights of uncelebrated
reruns taunt the VHF cable return whereas I
we my you life by UHF dial dimensions
captured like a worn heel on a new shoe
somewhat skuffed and worn and innappropriate
for a white wedding day.Stand in the back--hope no
anyone looks down at the foot floor and sees
my toe reflection talking--indescent exposure while
teetering on a limbscape construct--folly
like fortunes unabashed qualities go unnoticed
through ingoblame and slug selfes-esteams
balancing on a creepy catwalk of roma and
comatose initiatives that flatline at midnight
in a morbid midnight corridor--venimous intent O2/CO2
fright fraught about what yesterdays will upbringing fixed.
She’s still; an interlude in solitude.
Twilight mournful, his voice ghostly distant,
introspection.., meditation imbued,
she sits alone, bitter-sweet existent.
Lamentations she weeps in glissando.
Cacophony! Consciously in discord,
love reminisce, arpeggio tempo,
she sits alone, remembrance, two-edged sword.
Bethought bliss, wedded they waltzed plucking notes,
of musical blues and exotic spiced scents…
their life of love evocative emotes,
she sits alone mingling blessings - repents.
Chrystal-tone melodies, bass-tone longing,
Moonlight Sonata melancholy eyes..
pain and pleasure, her reverie thronging,
she sits alone, his ghostly voice in guise.
Susan Ashley
August 5, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem July-September 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~ Third Place ~
Contest: She Sits Alone
Sponsor: Eve Roper
A writer of ethics,
soldier to the spy's,
draft water of demise because he coincides,
never rectifies,
always cry's,
he's getting into it 'like disaster' but avoiding alma matter-
euuuuuu...
auuu..
auu.
Lift off of life,
...THE girls voice,
stoic frolicking,
and the fear to be annoyed-
a transverse chill emotes the climb,
we don't ever have to decide for ourselves if otherwise we're wise-
the Cambridge culture resides,
we say we want more to find,
we say even if we have to die,
this is our mind.
// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //
Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms: beautiful berceuse, ballad, and bolero
Classical concertos and Christmas chorales crescendo concordantly
Dancers delight to dizzying drums and delectable dynamics
Ensemble eloquently emotes euphonic etudes and elegies
Flautist fluttertongues flute in frenzied fantasia or fantastic fugue
Guitar gallivants through gavotte, graced by glockenspiel glissandos
Heavenly hymns, happily harmonized, hearkening hearty hallelujahs
Improvising instruments inspiring in impromptu inventions,
Jovial jazz juxtaposition of jubilant, jamming jitterbugs
Kalimba keeps count as keyboardist kinetically caresses keys
Love song lullabys - lilting, legato lines of luxuriant, longing lyrics
Minuet melodies and madrigals marking mellifluous motifs
Nutcracker's necklace of nourishing notes: a nighttime nocturne
Orchestra's opulent overture opus, oratorio's operatic octet
Pianist plays presto pianissimo pitches in pulsing pizzicato perfection
Quartets and quintets on a quest for quality quiescent quarter notes
Romantic rhapsody rhythms resonate as rock 'n roll reverberates
Symphonies and sonatas send spine shivers, saxophone solos soar
Tenor troubadours tremolo in tempo as trumpet thrills with trills
Utopia of unassuming ukuleles unwinding in unison
Voluptuous violin vibrato, virtuoso vocalist, vivace vintage vibraphone
Well-tempered woodwinds wield wonderful waltzes worth whistling
Xylophone eXudes eXcitement in eXquisite eXtemporaneity
Yearning for youthfulness, you yodel "Yesterday"
Zesty zither anyone?
As i breathe the scent of rain,
I let go a sigh of my pain,
Droplets creating a melody,
Enclosed in nature’s remedy,
Soothing my skin is cold breeze,
Elated nature is a tease,
This moment sky is feeling blue and grey,
Delightful are the soul’s astray,
Love seeks warm embrace,
Sorrow leans to find grace,
Hidden mist in surrounding,
Oh! That’s a mystery astonishing,
Hope peeping through the end,
Oh rain, you made the dawn rise again.
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It gives you the enveloping notes,
It rises up your best emotes,
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You can only hear men’s whisper:
She is a vanquisher!
Is she a princess from Saragossa?
Oh, no! This aroma is from Odessa!
It has the smell of the Black Sea.
It has the fragrance of an acacia tree.
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It’s so poetic and esthetic!
It smells the rain, it smells the snow!
The world of all flowers it shows!
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©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
There’s hidden in the lunar glow
Enchanting hues not seen by eyes
Infused within the shimmered flow
Where winsome hopes might shed their guise
The path we used to walk by day
Emotes of you and glows sublime
As muted light starts its ballet
Disjoining realms and bending time
I’ll find you there my dearest love
As moonlight’s gleam unveils a trace
Your spirit that has moved above
Still whispers soft through moon’s embrace
27 Mar 2014