Best Enhancements Poems
A welcome sight the lights ahead - like misty globules on ink black foam
The billboard elicits a sense of foreboding - Welcome to the Midnight Bazaar
A lack luster moon adds to the mystery – nervously I enter to ask my way home
A familiar song plays in the somewhere, the name eludes me - how bizarre
Somberly dressed people scurry past- eyes focused on illuminated screens
Refusing contact, shoving past rudely as I ask where this place would be
One of them in riddles tells me - this is home - the place to be it seems
I wonder if the scales of reality have tipped in favor of insanity
A stall arouses my curiosity and I look as a butcher of sorts places
Bleeding hearts getting desired effect - starts a pushing jostling frenzy
Uninterested in the clowns on stilts with their painted morbid faces
Children walk with sullen looks - expressionless eyes that fail to see
Crowds clamor to buy sea food - how absurd - especially as a smell of decay prevails
Fresh produce on sale with dyed color bleeding and truffles of mud is there something amiss
A man wanders around with passports on offer - Buy yourself a Life - his sign displays
Relief at last - a stall with books and maps – here is my escape from this tainted Abyss
This God forsaken place is not where I wish to stay
And I must strive to leave it before the light of day
An exorbitant sum I pay eager to escape his cloying breath, his black toothed smile
A commotion at the far end - some sort of bidding - curiously I venture courage giving me wings
A sign proclaims ‘Souls For Sale’- in rage I scream ‘you cannot sell souls - This is so Vile ‘
Dark soulless eyes in chalk white faces – Bore right through me – Look right through me
I run screaming, falling, clawing the map that shows all roads lead back to this Hell - I scream
Waking myself - knowing the name of that song still in my head - Shaking from this macabre dream
Footnote:
This was not meant to be a pretty poem. It exaggerates the state of a world that has seemingly lost its focus and empathy. Let's not let this happen
Take a bit of Dean Kontz, Stephen King and the unnatural things going on with food enhancements and you have the stage set for a macabre nightmare!
Categories:
enhancements, dark, dream, fear, scary,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
Categories:
enhancements, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Continuing On
What if a love poem leaned towards writing
And wanted it to be eccentric yet still exciting
Filled with love, romance and much emotion
My mind was blown away by a big explosion.
So should moving poem be so surreptitious
Full of enhancements and also expeditious
Trying to arouse your interest in poetry
And thankful mine has no mediocrity.
Are outstanding and exceptionally splendid
Which is exactly what ruthlessly was intended
Now there is another beautiful new dawn
Will write more poems while continuing on.
PS. If you care to notice, there are no "I's",
and a few ands, and no buts, or's or nor's,
or eithers either and no not any neithers,
When your exceptional ability explores.
Oh, and what anyway are hyperboles?
Categories:
enhancements, humorous, hyperbole,
Form:
Couplet
She is a perfectly crafted portrait
The canvas nuisance of her skin
The collected sense of sensualness
In every lines convergence of her curving
And as the sun played with its fingers
Through the shadow dancing of the trees
Her feet upon their high heels
Staccato castanets upon the pavements
Waltzing with the loveliness
Of her flamenco with the breeze
So many eyes were lifted from the aged sighs of coffee cups
This passing reminder of admiration
Watching the floating calico
That hung within their vision
And so many men were left to wonder
On the naked sanctuary
Of this woman
The taste she could bequeath
With the succulent whisper of her lips
And the shuddering sigh she would utter
As they lay there
Between her legs
Like unrepentant diamond
With all the promise of a snow flake
This fantasy as she passed them
Gave no clue to the preparation
And of her made up person
She gave no hint
She was hidden behind the brushwork
The portraiture powder, gloss and tint
And the presence of her kisses
Were wiped away in the colour of her lipstick
No one saw the tiny woman
Wishing she knew how to be
More than this, the fashionable enhancements
Of her eyes, her legs, her hair and breasts
No one knew the pattern of the slave trade
Sown with iron into the lining
Of her dress
And no one heard the weeping woman
As her soul went slowly gliding by
And no one knew how she was asking them
For an answer to the question
Am I anyone
Am I nothing more
Than this
Still, she was held in the curse of beauty
Turning everything she is into property
To be nothing more than a trophy
Pinned to the wall of the wealthiest
No one could hear the silence
Or see the sadness in the mirror of her eyes
And no one paid attention to the stitches
Running through the weaving of her canvas
Categories:
enhancements, confusion
Form:
Free verse
She always thought she was a cut above others
The most beautiful, the richest , the best
A self confidence unbearably arrogant and explosive
When with her, peoples patience were put to the test
Outer beauty, plastic enhancements, riches is all that mattered
She was insincere, rude and vain
Never gave or did for another
In her eyes other women were unattractive and plain
Committed to a lunch work meeting
At a restaurant by the sea
It was a beautiful sunny day
Being with work plebs is not where she wanted to be
Glammed up to the eyeballs
She reluctantly arrived
Disgusted at having to be even near the plebs
She went to have a cigarette outside
She could see the plebs through the window
Looking at them down her perfect nose
Hoping to be rid of these deadbeats soon
In their embarrassing low budget clothes
Her negative ,superior body language was obvious
As she stood outside full of false pride
When several seagulls flew above her and let rip
Raucous laughter heard from the plebs inside
Categories:
enhancements, giggle, humor, judgement, self,
Form:
Rhyme
This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
p.s. I write short stories too =]
Categories:
enhancements, 11th grade, satire, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
With every step you`ve taught me, this is my elaboration...
The motherly love, unique to all individuals
however, some not as fortunate as others.
Some born with silver spoons, to extreme empty rice bowls
love that portrays from your own, i do have a jewel.
A family of six, working the majority of her life,2 jobs
She being in her 74th year, active driving her car.
The thoughtfulness, caring for others, her nature that is
her everyday commodity, asking nothing in return.
Her humour, personality eclipses her wide knowledge wisdom, understanding.
Her home cooking, like when were kids delicious as
her Sunday roast, still serving them today
i can`t tell you the extent of gratitude, but you know i love you.
Now 14 years since this was penned, much change has evolved,
your age health taken you down a path of decline.
My pathway of Jesus the new Messiah, making a new identity
and spiritually intertwining, i filter out the dross, bringing you into MINE.
I spoke and told you before, " AS IT WAS WITH MARY , SO SHALL IT BE WITH YOU." You don`t understand. Mary gave birth to Jesus, also did YOU.
To be born into sin, this time around, to be born again, and go through
sheer Hell and filter out the evil for my Fathers purpose to...
Be took to Heaven and transformed into a new man new purposes new desires
to untangle and put straight the confusion and straighten cross wires.
For spiritual awakening enhancements authority to make changes in you
to kick out the devil and for you to SEE what is TRUE.
To restore to erase and replace, the hurts the pains the shame lies and guilt
for heaven and the results of the cross inside me is built.
As i spiritually destroy the works of Satan, the pains are so immense.
I know that you`re suffering as equal, to go through evil no man has suffered, so you are suffering too, to reach the other side of the fence.
Its all for LOVE, your rewards are heaped in heaven without measure
the pains today are being transferred to Heavenly treasure.
AS IT WAS WITH MARY SO SHALL IT BE WITH YOU , ROYALTY.
With much love from your son Jesus Paul xx
Written 2011 updated 2025
Paul Beadnall for:
Sponsor ~ ~
Contest Name Any Mother Poem*(Originally Give a Kiss Mommy)
Categories:
enhancements, mother,
Form:
Free verse
Circa February 28th, 1968 - The Former Leiper Estate
Soon after our family settled
into the sprawling estate
named "Glen Elm" approximate
half century old from date
mentioned in title, said treasure
rosy Gypsy foretold fate
Harriet Harris, (daughter
of Antebellum Rebecca great
Kuritsky - Brooklyn transplanted
Southern Belle), create
head "FAKE" story, whereby
former did absquatulate
with jack of all trades (Boyce
Brandon Harris) too late
above named ramshackle
mansion, they remained mate
to each other til death did
thee mum part, congratulate
sans, her high school chums
felt envious - girls did rate
papa (now octogenarian widower)
most handsome (master) bait,
whose smarts earning advanced
degree applying his pate
as mechanical engineer for
General Electric did satiate
penchant solving complex
mathematical equations tete
a tete for super intelligent
entrepreneurial fella alleviate
head real passion rehabilitating
derelict property, allocate
ting leisure time resuscitating
neglected homes ameliorate
head procreative itch practically
rebuilding this did animate
dad's profuse true calling
spending hours fame did anticipate
(though papa quite modest,
and other people gushed appreciate
ting self taught revitalizing
unseen hidden gem and to articulate
unique artistic flair himself
as taskmaster masterpieces intimate
ting creations nobody, but
himself could imagine brilliance pate
drew forth unbelievable
enhancements doppelganger did berate
rarely could family, friends,
strangers...do more than capitulate
with ceaseless praise always
adding final touches to captivate
most flattering aura, charisma,
karma (credit) perfectly calibrate
head aesthetic qualities even
shabbiest building communicate
ting magic touch of, who plied
blood, sweat and tears culminate
ting in unbelievable transformation
particularly, how to designate
ideal amount of appeal to abode
came to screeching halt dissipate
head after mum passed, and papa's
raw talent earned thru educate
ting himself, no amount of inborn
inherent blueprints did illustrate
native bent, BUT no new life could
resurrect demise of his queen soulmate!
Categories:
enhancements, 2nd grade, anniversary, dad,
Form:
Free verse
Ugly Girl
How much accrued opinion
Of fashion magazines distinction
Did it take
How many diets
And days of self-conscious
How much make up
Did they use
To paint your warm smile
And your sweet bright eyes
How many narrow teases and sidelong glances
And peer pressure enhancements
To convince you
Ugly girl
How much money did you spend
On the must have pages
On the latest trend
Of their uniformity
Their mask that fits you so neatly
With their plastic acceptability
And how many round pegs
In square holes
To fit you into that dress
Ugly girl
How much more make up will it take
Before you see
You never needed it any way
How much more acceptance and approval
Will it take to convince you
That you are just an ugly girl
How many less kilograms
How many less pounds
How much blemish removal cream
Or centimeters of clean clear skin
To judge you to perfection
Ugly girl
Categories:
enhancements, people, social
Form:
Free verse
I am here on the red carpet at the VMAs and Young Rapper is sporting a Kevlar liner under AR500 plates front and back with RattleSnake Armor enhancements on his other vital areas. Best in show....
Kudos to the designers. Bravo. Bravo.
Categories:
enhancements, america,
Form:
Prose Poetry
It is when we traverse our waning years,
with some embellishing enhancements,
or any medical type of any intervention,
then realize there is no justice to aging.
2020 January 14
WHEN and THEN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Categories:
enhancements, age,
Form:
Free verse
a Constructed Contract killing
enhancements under my feet
Silent gases that can't be breathed
souls ready to be fed to the beast
money mix with blood
tears coughed up with Murder on (in) hand
death is but an unfortunate termination of life
a shaking building of life's little pieces of time
which can fall one brick at a time. or be
demolished by a violence, storm of mishaps
or to be perfidiously shattered by the thing call man
and so i (I) die helpless with no way to save my, self
and wonder how liquid drops of poisonous tears
can float in the air like mist to skin
and like wax to the inter ear... bring confusion and death
I now take my leave of you
and pray with open eyes
for a better death than what may surly awaits me
and may your final sleep, be as you always dreamed!
aka:lyricvixen (vlf)
Categories:
enhancements, black african american, death,
Form:
Feminism
Nude women pose, showing off their wares,
To thirsty gentlemen with debonair wolf stares
Where money and pedigree stock distinguish
Them a cut above the common people; and pricey hookers
With plastic enhancements pasted in paint, solicit their company.
And so these permissive women take the lead and allow,
Others to teach their daughters provocative attitudes,
In body use, that is pleasing to captive audiences,
Who idolized them as talented and beautiful,
And intellectually liberated, whatever your perspective;
It is a dangerous degradation of feminism to justify,
This mother and daughter relationship that can be infectious,
With historical examples, in male-dominated cultures.
Prostitution is not gainful employment nor a profession.
Categories:
enhancements, abuse, perspective, political, truth,
Form:
Sonnet
I long to sing a song of future prosperity
For years to come, filled with fruitful seasons
Quality and quantity
Legato lexicon
And pianissimo phrases
That…
Feed the mind
And soothe the soul
With therapeutic enhancements
And emotional release
A song of the utmost elegance
Where we waltz to its up beats
And we tango with its tempo
Impeccable intonation
With heavenly harmonies
And melodic medleys
A song of the new age
The re-invention
The reincarnation
The rebirth
Of music
A long awaited evolution is on the way
Sooner than later,
But still…
Eventual
Categories:
enhancements, music, passion, song, song,
Form:
Free verse
Enhancements
Sapphire oranges glowing red,
disoriented mind, mixed up head.
Bright colors kaleidescoped dead,
tired eyes it's time for bed...
Freezing sunlight sweating skin,
heat torched goose bumps of sin.
Tropical shivers hullicinations begin,
I just don't know if I can do this again...
Categories:
enhancements, confusion, deep, depression, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme