Best Emphasize Poems
-For Melissa
She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each grain of him
How long did it take for you to get over him?
Days? Weeks? A month or two?
Hope shining like a naïve flashlight during the eclipse of hardest times
Beaming on me, waiting for an answer
How could I tell her, honestly,
That it took me years
To overlook the smallest details of his smile
How he only has one dimple on the right side of his face
The way his hands felt, every line and crevice of his fate
Thought to fit mine perfectly?
How could I tell her, truthfully
That no matter how many times I washed my sheets
I would catch the scent of him at 3:45 am, sometimes
Or hear his faint tapping on my window
When it’s really just, my imagination
That she’ll spend months waiting for him to text her
Call her, email her, think of her
When really he’s lying in bed with another women but she refuses
To believe that it’s over
Or how my heart still aches, just a little
When I hear he asked about me
Or that he can no longer say my name out loud to our mutual friends
Could I muster up the courage to explain to her
That it took me 2 years, 3 months, and 16 days to realize
The ugliness of being pathetic
It was time to rise up and take the lead
Time to forget all romantic casualties
It’s only yesterday that I found myself straining to remember
His faults, forgetting the man and only remembering the hero
How could I break her heart for the second time by telling her
The truth?
She stood there patiently waiting for me
To pull a metaphor out of a hat, something poetic
Comforting, beautiful, reassuring
I see myself in her
Wanting people to lie to us to see the Zen in ourselves
It’s like we’re all in the same play with the same roles but different names
It takes time for each actor to fulfill the destiny
Others emphasize while others downplay
Moments in time
I need your love when life seems lame,
behind each sigh I call your name.
In silent slumber when in pain,
you shelter me in misty rain.
Emphasize that I'm not to blame.
When I'm weary and full of shame.
Cajole my heart, so it can tame.
Stop my mind from feeling insane.
I need your love.
I will sing a song to exclaim
and strum my guitar to proclaim
how your support keeps my thoughts sane.
Like lilacs your voice soothes the strain.
I'm etching your words to reclaim
I need your love
~I Believe~
(Rhymed Anaphora)
I believe in God more than anything that's true
I believe in his divine love and sacrifice that too
I believe that true love can make things brand-new
I believe also that much depends on you
I believe in thousands of things that are good
I believe that many beautiful creatures dwell in the wood
I believe that love faith hope dreams n' peace are necessary to each man
I believe that God has for every man, woman and child a great plan
I believe in goodness and kindness for all
I believe we need to stand tall after we fall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
July.03.2016
~Author's Notes:
-The Anaphora -
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
Put on your night shoes, my beautiful dear,
and put on your gossamer gown.
Adorn your neck with the iridescence
of opal, and let your hair down!
Your tresses cascading – a blonde waterfall -
let them flow! Then to emphasize
a chatoyant sheen, use the jet black
of liner on your jade green eyes!
On lips that are dulcet, use a soft pink
like cherry tree blossoms in spring.
Flourescence they’ll see with you on my arms,
for darling, you’ll be flowering!
Dinner; then on the pool deck we’ll Samba,
and under a plethora of
stars we see dancing above our cruise ship,
we will outshine them all with our love!
May 19, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's Night Shoes Poetry Contest
I work in the retail sector
and everyone's gone mad.
It's really very amusing.
It's really very sad.
Toilet paper and sanitizers
have flown right out the door.
Though everyone is asking
we've no idea when we'll get more.
The face masks of every type
are hoarded like they're gold.
Even the ones for dust or painting.
But those hoarders can't be told.
The painters and the contractors
are getting pretty mad
since the ones they need for their jobs
are no where to be had.
Panic is setting in
and everyone's afraid.
But off to work we go
because we just need to get paid.
The N-95 face masks
( the ones they really need)
are limited to six per customer,
a lot of whom can't read.
We wipe the counters diligently,
the keypads and scanners too.
We don't want the coronavirus
but we understand it's just a flu.
Wash your hands, don't touch your face.
It doesn't seem that tough,
and if you're sick, just stay home.
We can't emphasize this enough.
~~~~~~~~~~~
12/03/2020
Every one of my five brothers
and I strive to create harmony.
Our lives are lived in parallel
yet at times we work alone.
Other times we play well together -
unity and coexistence is our goal.
A chord can bring us together
into a rich and soulful harmony.
We often seek concord in parallel
so no one is left alone;
expressive music is our end goal,
a desire shared by six brothers.
Django Reinhardt, who often played alone,
had mastery over all us brothers,
as do Los Romeros playing together,
creating a family of classical harmony.
Andrés Segovia with his ambitious goal,
worked with composer Rodrigo in parallel.
Great rock guitarists with their goal
of playing fantastic music in parallel:
Lennon, McCartney, and Harrison playing together;
the Eagles soaring in amazing harmony;
Clapton; Jimmy Page; the Allman Brothers;
or Hendrix playing incendiary solos alone.
Bring your friends, sisters and brothers
to a concert - don't come alone!
You'll meet people who have parallel
interests to your own. Dance together
as music plays. Our common goal
should be brotherhood and world harmony!
Each string of a guitar, alone
can make a melody. But harmony
exists only by functioning in parallel,
cooperatively. Let this be our goal:
for human beings to work together,
recognizing that we are all brothers.
My brothers and I aren't alone.
In parallel lives, our main goal
is to work together, making harmony.
[Sestina]
// A sestina is a non-rhyming poem consisting of six six-line stanzas and a three-line envoy. The last word of each line in stanza 1 is repeated in all of the following stanzas. The envoy contains all six repeating words. To emphasize the theme of "Six Relatives", I have also made each line exactly 6 words. Additionally, I began stanzas 1-6 with the letters of the six guitar strings: E, A, D, G, B, E. One final note: the "ambitious goal" of Andrés Segovia and Joaquín Rodrigo was to make the guitar a respected instrument in the classical repertoire. They succeeded!//
Written 16 Nov 2020
View from the Shore
By David E. Siegel
Copyright (c) 2004
Above the lake, the angry clouds are ranked
Darkening the day with threats of rain.
Below, the wind has raised up little waves
Marching, row on row, towards the shore.
And on the farther shore, the trees are seen:
Near black between the lake and cloudy sky.
The light attempts to pierce the veil of sky:
The near clouds part, but not as clear it’s ranked
For through the hole, more clouds can yet be seen
To further emphasize the chance of rain.
I look out, from the slope above the shore
And watch the day, the clouds, the little waves.
Perhaps no storm impends, because the waves
And not so large and strong; because the sky
Includes the front-lit clouds; because the shore
is dark but clear, and where the trees stand ranked
their outlines are not blurred by sheets of rain
but clearly can their silhouette be seen.
There is more here than that which can be seen.
Not only on the water are there waves
A spirit can be drenched – or cleansed – by rain;
Be bound to earth, or flutter through the sky.
Now shall I be with fools or wise men ranked?
And shall I drown, or safely swim to shore?
And what shall be there waiting on the shore?
The future, I should know, cannot be seen
It can’t be safely filed and neatly ranked
Times changes come upon one as great waves
or tiny ripples. A light may pierce the sky
only to be masked by pouring rain.
I know that over fate I do not reign.
Only a fool believes the future sure,
Regardless of the world; thinks that the scene
His fancy paints, is writ upon the sky.
I daresay I shall not with such be ranked
All title as a prophet I shall waive.
What have I seen within this stormy sky?
And In the waves that endless lap the shore?
Times are unique, not ranked, each holding sun and rain.
-DES Feb 2004
A little birdie tells me
This is a special day,
So I'd just like to send
A gem or two your way.
I think I'll choose a Sapphire
To emphasize the sky,
And then I'll choose an Emerald
For grass on which to lie.
Then I'll choose the Topaz
To be the morning sun,
And save the radient Ruby
For when the day is done.
I've saved the purest Diamond
To give to you today,
Because God has chosen
This for Your special day.
Cile Beer
Ive invested serious time
roaming the corridors of my mind
trying to design a portrait of you
and I've come up with a blueprint
that I think is right on time.
So if you would be so kind
as to allow me to sketch your outline
to be your personal Micheal Angelo
it would be my honor to let
the world know you are a Masterpiece
and when this portrait is released
it will render men speechless
and this visual rendering
will only increase in value
because the portrait in my mind's eye
is only one of a kind
therefore priceless
So allow my hand to be the brush
and you the canvas
first I will use the softest of tints
to represent your buttery skin
and even softer hues to represent
the beauty within you
then I will use a special brush
and a delicate touch
dipped in sprinkles of Heavenly dust
to represent the workings
of your heart
and maybe bolder colors
to emphasize your mystic aura
then I'll use colors that are subdued
to highlight certain aspects of you
such as your precious smile
dimples, nose, and lips
and then I'll paint your ears
with a special brush
so you can hear an angel's whisper.
Now I'll need a rare shade of gold
to paint the splendor of your soul
believe me
you will be my work of art
stroke after stroke done to perfection
and this is only the start
for God promised me
He (or She)
would add the finishing touches
to guarantee you will be that work of art
I rave about
beyond the shadow of a doubt
you are a Masterpiece
~Kindness Is...~
(Anaphora)
Kindness is to show you care in any way
Kindness is giving something unselfishly
Kindness is to show respect to anyone we meet or know
Kindness is showing compassion when someone needs it to
Kindness is giving a sincere smile
Kindness is truly loving and caring for others
Kindness is saying a kind word or two
Kindness is being nice to each other
Kindness is not being rude to anyone
Kindness is spreading God's love to all.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
December.29.2015
~Author's Notes:
The Anaphora form or style is...
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
The repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses.
The Anaphora is unrhymed but they can be rhymed too. It is all up to the poet.
Girls are like pianos in deed and simile
When well tuned they giggle and smile
When annoyed they prop and empathize
When spoiled they demand and emphasize
He who can make a girl laugh can make her upright
Then they grow glassy and fabulously bright
They become wily strong and pretty useful
Being good they go to heaven very beautiful
The saddest thing a girl can is to dump down herself
And then be a soaked wet coat hanging on the shelf
~I Believe~
(Anaphora)
I believe in God more than anything that's true
I believe in his divine love and sacrifice that too
I believe that love can make things brand-new
I believe also that much depends on you
I believe in thousands of things that are good
I believe that many beautiful creatures dwell in the woods
I believe that love faith hope dreams n' peace are necessary to each man
I believe that God has for every man, woman and child a great plan
I believe in goodness and kindness for all
I believe we need to stand tall after we fall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December.01.2015
~Author's Notes:
~The Anaphora ~
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
~Daydreaming~
(Anaphora)
Daydreaming is beautiful
Daydreaming is wonderful
Daydreaming night and day
Daydreaming of only you
Daydreaming of all your love
Daydreaming is a gift from above
Daydreaming as I go along
Daydreaming is just like a love song
Daydreaming I always love to do
Daydreaming when happy or blue
Daydreaming all day and night long
Daydreaming is all I do on and on
Daydreaming is so neat
Daydreaming is really great
Daydreaming for sure so much I enjoy
Daydreaming brings me a lot of joy
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December.27.2015
~Author's Notes:
The Anaphora form or style is...
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
The repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses.
The Anaphora is unrhymed but they can be rhymed too. It is all up to the poet.
I just want five minutes, just to pitch
My killer screenplay for a killer film.
The hunt for a serial killer
By glamorous profilers, nothing grubby
Or exploitive. Some partial nudity,
(Only if required). There’ll be a sexy
Enigmatic hero. First a, er, sexy
Sombre saxophone sighs; on a soccer pitch
Lies the first victim. Tasteful nudity
Reveals one poignant nipple. Open eyes film
Over, dead as moon craters, her grubby
Legs disposed like spoons. She was our killer’s
Anonymous mouse. Our glamorous killer’s
Eyes showed her useless terror. Our sexy
Hero runs a slow hand through his grubby
Hair (Cares too much to wash.) Things touch fever pitch
When the next is abducted. We will film
Her wide eyed writhings. Classy nudity
Perhaps. Some brief tenderness; nudity
Of course; our hero and his wife. (While killer
Stalks a frail, thinly sketched female. We film
From his point of view her private sexy
Underwear clad body.) I want this pitch
To emphasize our Fincheresque grubby
Vision is totally unique. Grubby
Walls connote moral decay. Nudity
Is not exploitive. Our hero pitches
An unorthodox solution. The killer
Is secretly his cross-dressing sexy
Partner. Twisty eh? Never seen on film.
Dressed to Kill? No. Nobody’s heard of that film!
(Who remembers the 80s?) In a grubby
Climax, the mousy cross-dressing, sexy
Basement stalks saxophone solos. Nudity
Washes its private underthings. Killer
Underwear is arrested. That’s the pitch!
Contains grubby scenes of sexy violence.
Contains killer nudity and mild scenes of extreme peril.
Contains high pitched screams and discarded spoons.
~ May God ~
(Anaphora)
May God always care for you
May God keep you standing tall
May God whisper in your ears words of wisdom
May God show you what you need to know
May God always have an angel for you
May God be there to catch you fast every time you fall
May God give you someone wonderful to love
May God teach you love untold
May God rain everyday all his blessings on you
May God give you lots of love hope to keep you happy and warm
May God grant you with many gifts and long life
May God keep his eyes always on you
May God guide every single step of your way
May God keep you from each and all harm each day
May God always send an angel beside you
May God bless you with lots of wisdom peace and good health
May God always speak to your heart mind and soul.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January.23.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~ Author's Notes:
-The Anaphora -
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases.