Best Emphasised Poems
Dear members of Poetry Soup, here I present my most awesome poem to date.
It is best appreciated while listening to my mate Andy's recital.
So please open-
http://www.andyevansfiction.com/interviews/andy-reads-a-poem-called.html
and read along.
Here goes:
DOUBTS
When the sanctuary
Of sunlight sinks
And dark shadows
Lay across your thoughts
Spiteful talons
Scrape against your reason
Their dragging
Resonating
In your mind
Out beyond your vision
In the darkness of the hour
Your doubts stir
Shuffling
Muttering
Foul damning words
That pierce you
Slicing through your certainty
Severing the flow
Of your integrity
Chill words
Spoken so close
They breeze past your ear
And settle like ice
On your dignity
Threatening
Menacing
Sounds of movement so near
That doubts brush
Your confidence
In the gloom
These doubts
Analyse
Scrutinise
Your every mistake
Real and imagined
Emphasised
Magnified
Demonised
Your honest intentions
Mercilessly proven
Futile
Trivial
Infantile
Your courage
And Morale
Shattered
Scattered
Lost in the darkness
Surrounded by doubts
Fearful
Deceitful
Doubts twist
Blur reality
Ripping
Façade
From hidden self
Clawing
Screaming
Igniting fear
Pupils dilating
Stupefied
Skinned
Heart racing
Blood
Gore
Torn from your chest
Undesired self
Splayed
Exposed
When the sanctuary
Of sunlight rises
And dark shadows
Are chased from your thoughts
Hopeful hands
Massage your reason
Their comforting
Relaxing
Your mind
Categories:
emphasised, dark, horror, loss, night,
Form:
Free verse
I once said to a barren friend of mine,
Anyone can write poetry – it is just words and emotions combined.
It was a long time ago – but then I realized,
The ease for him, is the hard for me, we all customize.
Poetry…
Yet, a talent can be unique in such a way – that only few can be categorized,
For I know nothing about singing and dancing – try to adapt – I will be brutalized.
So what of is it with words and ideas – rhyming or not – a fun way to state?
With black, blue or green ink on paper, for poets it is a path to escape.
Art…
I once glanced over a famous piece of art,
With paint and pictures the artist created happiness and pain apart.
With colour he emphasised his love and proud,
With pictures he silently yelled his joy out loud.
Poets…
I have collected a lot of reasons to earn my discharge,
Now with Poetry… one can be amused, one can be relieved of reality so harsh.
Poets can learn, poets can teach and poets can relate to another’s theory,
We can pronouns, we can read and we can write of any topic sincerely.
Poetry…
I once told one of my barren friends,
Anyone can write poetry… that thought came to extent.
For poetry is unique and highly valued,
Poetry is used to show every poet’s gratitude.
Poetry is not just words and emotions on a piece of paper,
It is a fine description of truth, thoughts and poets using them tenderly.
Poetry is a piece of art that should be respected in a gallery,
It is the work of the artist – the poet – using nothing to create something extraordinary.
Categories:
emphasised, art, meaningful, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Robin Hood and merry men took great delights
In protection of the peasants and their rights
But what really gave them pleasure
And which emphasised their measure
Was cavorting through the forest wearing tights
31 January 2019
Categories:
emphasised, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Experiences re-lived culled from images I've seen, books recalled,places I've seen re-fashioned, enhanced and changed emphasised and re-arranged, evoked, re-styled in shaded tones, uniquely embossed my own written out for you to see this poem trapped,within me..Now,you dear reader..set free this poem trapped within my mind,to leave it here,is it unkind? Like a caged bird it flaps around it sings its song,but makes no sound.So should it stay or be set free or ever stay a mystery ?
Categories:
emphasised, introspection, word play,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Limerick : Once a President of Bolivia
Once a President of Bolivia
Frothed oblanceolate green saliva
Must dream was Ashoka*
On Andes throne Inca
That’s how COCA-cola drug India.
*ASHOKA, b. circa 304 BCE (reigned: 273-232 BCE): King of Magadha,
was the first great commoner Buddhist Emperor
of India which, then, extended from Afghanistan
to Bengal, and from Nepal to Southern Deccan.
Among his recorded edicts : concern for the peoples’
welfare ; medical attention for the needy ; arboured
thoroughfares ; nomination of officers to oversee
morality and magistrates ; forbade the slaughter of
animals for food or for religious purposes ; required
the reconciliation of all religious tendencies ; wanted
everyone to practice compassion and charity towards
one another and to follow the laws of the Dharma or
Righteousness ; and drew attention to the vanity of
glory and emphasised the supreme aim of Life itself.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
emphasised, devotion, religious, religious, drug,
Form:
Limerick
It is not the case that Jesus ever physically rose from the dead,
Only that he was spoken of as alive afterwards by his followers,
Because his offer of medical treatment to the poor stood, the fed,
As it was obvious that it was moral to validate such behaviours.
John had seen a beggar with a bloody leg and attended quickly,
But he was spat on by rich by-passers who would loose status;
They would have to sacrifice the prestige of their visit specifically,
That doctor’s visit just for them as part of life in the wealthy stratus.
Because he had been Jesus’s best friend he looked up and replied,
“Jesus is risen,” and that communicated his stalwartness and resilience,
That Jesus’ principle was not going to go away as just one man’s tide,
But that his friends and the apostles were set on continuing his brilliance.
And Andrew who’d been a fisherman before he’d befriended Jesus,
Knew all the kids of most of the other fishermen, and some were sick,
And because Jesus had taught him medical practises as there was a fuss,
Andrew made their children better in one and posited Jesus would stick.
But their neighbours chided him and scoffed, obviating them as poor,
Not entitled to a doctor’s time, and not entitled to free health care,
So Andrew emphasised that these people were his friends, the lure,
And that he was no scare but that he would himself by ignorance scare.
The intelligensia of the time, or the prophets, had predicted Jesus resurrection,
Not his actual one, but just as a euphemism for Jesus’ power after his death;
When people said “I believe in Jesus!” or claimed that he was risen in dedication:
They asserted it by their acts and so could claim the resurrection in a breath.
Categories:
emphasised, body, christian, death, easter,
Form:
Quatrain
I hate the way romance is lost
on the societies of today;
The ripple effect is a greater cost,
for love becomes a mere game to play.
No more flowers and dates,
just ice-cream and kisses;
No more endless debates,
just morning texts and late wishes.
The concept of courtship is re-defined,
and friendship boundaries blur;
To loyalty, common eyes are blind,
and yet hearts still claim intentions are pure.
What happened to the gentlemen who held the doors?
And the ladies that blushed at a glance?
From where comes the existence of playboys and whores?
People gambling with feelings and chance?
The world is so de-sensitised,
for this is now the norm;
Anything deeper becomes emphasised,
and stands out, for it doesn’t conform.
Old-fashioned is the given word,
for those who choose to wait;
Outrages stories become heard,
one-night stands to end a date.
Well, I won’t fall for cheap pick-up lines,
give me love letters to keep over time;
And I’m more drawn to the Shakespeare’s and Einstein’s,
than I am to the food-stains and grime.
I would find more joy in silence and holding hands,
than in empty kisses and meaningless words;
And better than a dinner worth hundreds of rands,
is a picnic outside, with the birds.
I’d rather gaze upon the stars at night,
and know my love is true;
Than dance in clubs till morning light,
and fear regret for what I might do.
A warning to those who look my way,
my heart will not be torn;
and if you’re looking for daisies, then walk away;
I’m a rose, do not bring out my thorn.
Categories:
emphasised, emotions, feelings, love, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
Crisp cool chardonnay drenches their lips,
it's flavour running rivulets over their tongues
eyes widen over the candlelit table,
and he thinks about giving her sons
Rich sticky risotto slowly prised from bowls
mouthfuls devoured in anticipation
he wipes his mouth with emphasised lust
and she thinks about sensual elation
Chargrilled sardines stare eyes from their plates
she plucks them away, eats them whole one by one
his leg quivers tremulously under the table
her sweetness burning like african suns
Creamy crem brulee drips from their spoons
slips down their throats, placating their hunger
he presses his appetite firmly to hers
her thighs draw him in to taste erotic thunder
Categories:
emphasised, food, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
It is not the case that Jesus ever physically rose from the dead,
Only that he was spoken of as alive afterwards by his followers,
Because his offer of medical treatment to the poor stood, the fed,
As it was obvious that it was moral to validate such behaviours.
John had seen a beggar with a bloody leg and attended quickly,
But he was spat on by rich by-passers who would loose status;
They would have to sacrifice the prestige of their visit specifically,
That doctor’s visit just for them as part of life in the wealthy stratus.
Because he had been Jesus’s best friend he looked up and replied,
“Jesus is risen,” and that communicated his stalwartness and resilience,
That Jesus’ principle was not going to go away as just one man’s tide,
But that his friends and the apostles were set on continuing his brilliance.
And Andrew who’d been a fisherman before he’d befriended Jesus,
Knew all the kids of most of the other fishermen, and some were sick,
And because Jesus had taught him medical practises as there was a fuss,
Andrew made their children better in one and posited Jesus would stick.
But their neighbours chided him and scoffed, obviating them as poor,
Not entitled to a doctor’s time, and not entitled to free health care,
So Andrew emphasised that these people were his friends, the lure,
And that he was no scare but that he would himself by ignorance scare.
The intelligensia of the time, or the prophets, had predicted Jesus resurrection,
Not his actual one, but just as a euphemism for Jesus’ power after his death;
When people said “I believe in Jesus!” or claimed that he was risen in dedication:
They asserted it by their acts and so could claim the resurrection in a breath.
Categories:
emphasised, christian, god, health, history,
Form:
Quatrain
Honor The Veteran
I saw him walking across the street
A little humped, with a touch of grey
"Veteran," was inscribed on the cap he wore
Surviving others, - that had passed away
His steps was not as agile and brisk
As they were a few decades ago
Perhaps his vision not as clear
But the beam in his eye was still aglow
For freedom and a way of life
He had stood strong and tall
Unyielding to the enemy
When it seemed there was no hope at all
A portion of his life was spent
Apart from family and friends
When the call for duty beckoned him
Serving his country, brought dividends
For the stars and stripes many died
Others maimed and misunderstood
When they returned to society
Some were rejected, in spite of their good
They deserve our honor and respect
They deserve to be recognized
In society they deserve a special spot
Their importance should be emphasised
When we stand at attention to the flag
As it waves gently in the breeze
Let us be thankful for the veterans
And remember them, when on our knees
Colan L Hiatt = 03-18-18
Categories:
emphasised, inspiration, soldier, veterans day,
Form:
Rhyme
Images for everything,
Signs with ripe symbols,
Visuals about anything,
With no long preambles.
Instant recognition,
Vital shapes in miniature,
Evoking that retention,
By a certain curvature.
My feelings emphasised,
My thoughts are taken,
They’re compartmentalised,
So that i do awaken.
Holographs like hieroglyphics,
Emphasise what’s said,
With prominent specifics,
That make a fine bed.
My holographic cactus,
Let my feelings out,
To talk about apparatus,
Jaggy, sharp, and with clout.
Categories:
emphasised, art, emotions, feelings, image,
Form:
Quatrain
Experiences re-lived
culled from images I've seen,
books recalled,places I've seen;
Re-fashioned,enhanced and changed
emphasised and re-arranged,
evoked,re-styled in shaded tones,
uniquely embossed my own;
Written out for you to see
this poem trapped,within me..
Now,you dear reader..set free.
Categories:
emphasised, imagination, on writing and
Form:
Verse
Ten guitars line the wall
A rack of six, a rack of four
Standing sideways to me while
Proudly facing me, two more
Making the point that this was a
Place of music, joy, creative pain
Emphasised by the lyrics of
A broken daisy chain,
Another a song of
A life over too soon
The only expressed regret of
How he would miss the moon.
Music flowing over me
As I sit with half closed eyes
Sinking into the mood
Unaware of time flowing by.
Twelve guitars stand watching
Making me aware
This is a place of music
Of crafting, loving care.
I think they still watched me
As we closed the door
Wishing there had been time
To listen to so much more.
Categories:
emphasised, appreciation, music, peace, song,
Form:
Rhyme
AMALGAMS of reality
dreams diversified
nostalgia
for the country
of his soul
colour
clarified
echos of nature
with
the universal
flying
floating
images of marital bliss
emotion elevated
imagination emphasised
magnified on high
with
stylistic symbols
amimalistic
beasts of beauty
in bovine backdrops
the unexplained declaimed
unembellished
fantastical
eclectic imagery
unique
childlike
in cubist
conception
bringing
revolution to
the eyes
Categories:
emphasised, art, tribute,
Form:
Ekphrasis
TO BE OR NOT
Experiences re-lived
culled from images I've seen,
books recalled,places I've seen;
Re-fashioned,enhanced and changed
emphasised and re-arranged,
evoked,re-styled in shaded tones,
uniquely embossed my own;
Written out for you to see
this poem trapped,within me..
Now,you dear reader..set free
This poem trapped within my mind,
To leave it here,is it unkind?
Like a caged bird it flaps around
It sings its song,but makes no sound;
So should it stay or be set free
Or ever stay a mystery ?
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name ichthyschiro
Categories:
emphasised, poetry, writing,
Form:
Verse