Best Enlarge Poems
Truth burns at the center of all occurrance,
it is a heat that motivates appettites to enlarge,
truth is a multiplier of quests,
satisfaction always arrives at the porch of a new path,
truth does not reveal endings, only beginings that behave
like currents pushing towards a shore,
truth demands stamina from the finder as well from the seeker,
it dashes in delight from the tired,
indolence receives no invitation from truth because laziness is a debtor,
a fish with no gills,
credit walks not from the bank steps of truth,
one must exchange, transact with it, as wanting is to worth,
Truth holds strength in one hand and suffering in the other,
He gives quarter and meal to surviving artificers who are organizing
their talents for future enterprise,
to the brigand and beggar He puts on a pewter plate
bland beans representing distance,
disillusionment preceeds the knowledge of utility because
new truth means fallacy is an ancestor,
an anthropologist is truth, observing your traits,
orbiting the ability of your judgement,
some of Truth's revelations are more expensive than others,
sometimes He will take your Past and grin like a haughty antique dealer,
truth will invest in your Future as a gambler revisits old glory
speaking fresh fortunes in cold ears,
He is an opportunist incessantly offering information for spirit,
without the ignorant truth becomes a vagabond in a vineyard of sweet rust,
the secret of truth is that it is ours
if we wish to be honest with ourselves,
truth is the inheritence of the strong who know how to make it,
oppossed to those waiting for it -
J.A.B.
Categories:
enlarge, sports, future, truth,
Form:
Didactic
GOLD AND BLOOD
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
gold of her own heat
‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
So she murmured, so they did
To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
gloomy gold unshackling
Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
gold and blood morphing
Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
to alchemise pentacles cold
Categories:
enlarge, color, dark, deep, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Where to? Just to walk?
Dressed in long garment like ghost?
A question mark in purse… gold!?
She preferred a walk!
Missed her crooked edgy boat!
Just went to walk down the road…
Looking at picture
In the hands of the painter
Van Gogh’s mystery nurtured
He drew her prayer…
In her purse she did question
Why!? Was just a tough question
Wondering how could
That happen in night’s second!
Hefty waters dashing… haunt!!
The chimney trembles!
An earthquake wakes up fixed days!
See a muddy unpaved ways?
Though all wide paved roads
Reach Britania’s bay… north?
Shown on left corner’s foot’s coy
Enlarge picture here…
Her garment is night-time sleep
See the shooting stars racing heap?
Umbrella is closed
Carried lest harsh rain is dropped
Fall signed surprises to roll…
The roof is breaking!
But picture of landscape’s tweak
Is seven degrees… earthquake’s squeeze!
What caused that earthquake?
Look close… hills’ dance! Wave!
Tsunamis launch big headache…
The sun’s round high rays
Amazing view! Beneath slate!
Above roof tops water stays!
Can’t take my eyes off
That white house’ name looks… hello!
Van Gogh meant… white house we know..!
The cleverest knew
Floods and blubbers can dash through
The Atlantic Ocean’s see through..!
Since past styles distort
But now all styles run the show
The broken boat… does not flow!
The ark as in boat..!!
Seems like Noah’s ark… didn’t row!
Got broken on hills… the road!
Looks like Broken Wa-
gon town fits show on sheer Van
Gogh’s print… water’s sketch grade’s class!
Under her smooth feet
Hilltops’ visage… very week...
Vast landscapes flattened… see here?
Till water recedes…
With hefty tears of few years
Trotting in Van Gogh’s tart dreams.
BY: Nadia F. Shahwan – September 2009. The portrait of “White House at night” by Vincent
Van Gogh was the inspiration of my poem-Seven Degrees.
Categories:
enlarge, arthouse, water, house, water,
Form:
Choka
Mind paints canvas of life as amateur
Some hues taken from palette of events
Some contributed by human nature
oozing from emotive urge at moments.
Heart gallery frames happy happenings
Those turn weepy are mercilessly torn
Ugly chapters showing spastic paintings
Some to erase and some get forgotten.
Brush browses on multiple episodes,
Patches of pigments collide in collage
kaleidoscope of memory decodes
Some pictures go hazy, some to enlarge.
Throughout life did ‘Mind’ the painter paint well?
Canvas of life with overlapped hues can't tell.
Categories:
enlarge, art, beauty, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Transpiring for tranquility,
For that loving long embrace…
Once again, I look away from my existence
And meet your precious gaze
Of whom do we owe our lives, our hearts, our time?
To the one who has died, or the one that dies yet still, for you..?
I ignore the moments of pleasure so trivial in blinded eyes,
To focus my awareness of your bleeding cadence
I see the fury of jealousy riding on the outlines of your jaw
The tension in your frown, the pain in your still, genuine smile
Your face becomes soft in my presence, though from a distance,
You are terminally coarse
You are breaking, awakening by the frenzy of my love,
Crying so darkly for my mind to comprehend your doomed destiny
And in spurts of silver moments,
I do see you,
In all pools of blood and tears,
Mixing with all of the familiar hesitancies and fears
I am fighting now, to push away the useless light of the ignorant multitude
Parting from their detached arrays, into your sweet supple gaze
Where freely the tears fall upon my breast,
Tortuous, the pulse begs merciless against my chest
Your pupils enlarge, rivaling the world in my stare
Perspiring peace glistening in our blend
We realize in this union we owe each other nothing
For we have died together, loved freely, and lived
To suffer again no more
-For Justin Bordner's "The Crosses In Your Eyes" Contest-
Categories:
enlarge, appreciation, heart, hurt, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Sitting on a chair facing a barred door,
Awaiting trial, although a minor charge.
His life was ruined, what had he in store?
Was sure the judge would his sentence enlarge.
Pleaded guilty but not for the car theft.
He fancied a joy ride on the highways
Allowed his common sense just go bereft.
Cold judge decreed a fine or thirty days.
An angelic lass was in love with him.
She gladly paid the fine to escape jail.
The judge agreed knowing 'twas but a whim
Found a job and see that he do not fail.
He succeeded and soon his lesson learned
And in quick time her heart he quickly earned.
Categories:
enlarge, abuse, forgiveness,
Form:
Sonnet
Summer Sunshine
Summer sunshine feels different from spring,
Round – ripening and growing large –
Laying still, sunbeams tickle leaves and sing -
Seeing blueness across the sky enlarge.
Summer sunshine welcomes naps in hammocks
And seeps into the winter weary soul
Cloud shapes shift in the sky, panoramic,
And the scent of new cut grass to extol.
Summer sunshine writes of calm, sunlit lakes
Winding down, gathering, summer reading
The scent of suntan cream and sizzling steaks
Getting ready, watering and weeding.
Windows open as sunshine rushes in
Warm blessing from God’s hands like sacred hymns.
Categories:
enlarge, summer, sun,
Form:
Sonnet
There is enough strife and despair all around
The wounds of discord are open and bleeding
The turmoil is rumbling to burst any moment
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
Forget the unpleasant past and bury the hatred
Without wasting the precious present reminiscing
Enlarge the heart to accommodate one and all
To live and let live be our never-ending hum
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
At no time opt for an eye for eye attitude harsh
Instead cultivate fondness for things and beings
Offer the other cheek without any confrontation
And conquer hearts by strengthening the bonds
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
The life is short and no one knows when the
Final call comes, without any notice sudden
Leaving no chance to express one’s regrets
And to repent or to compensate the wrong
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
Let us act, act in the living present; earnestly
Concede no moment to escape; insensitively
Seize every opportunity that comes our way
To make way for a harmonious living lovely
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
Categories:
enlarge, inspirational,
Form:
Light Verse
ELAINE’S LIMMERICK
Let me tell you of my sister-in-law Elaine
Whose breasts drive most males insane
With her size double D’s
They bring men to their knees
Her name’s in the breast hall of fame
She says being big busted like me
Is not all it’s cracked up to be
She says in frustration
Try and hold a conversation
When there’s only two things a guy sees
But although she is much well endowed
Of her breasts she is so very proud
She tailors them cute
In their double D suits
To make them stand out in a crowd
Her breasts they are not a disgrace
Even though they won’t stay in one place
They wiggle they wobble
And sometimes they gobble
And unsaddled they fall to her waist
Recalling her lactating years
Monstrous they brought her to tears
Like torpedoes they fell
To her lap they did swell
Her son cried, “Mom I can't nurse from down here!”
When her milk came she thought she’d implode
Then like volcanoes they both would explode
She’d bind them real tight
They put up quite a fight
Till she cried, “No more can I carry this load”
At the lake when she jumps off the boat
A life vest she’s no need to tote
For she bobs up and down
Impossible to drown
Like buoys they keep her afloat
To enlarge them women pay a big fee
To, say a thirty-six C, D or E
But hers are quite natural
She can use them as collateral
And they didn’t even cost her a penny
She has memories of breasts standing high
Neither one was the least bit shy
But gravity has taken its tow
For they now sit quite low
But with underwire she can make them look spry
They're so big that to some they look wrong
But she can bounce them to the beat of a song
They're no longer high and round
They're like two sagging mounds
Because she's now a size Double D long
Categories:
enlarge, family, funny, , cute,
Form:
Limerick
I only just begun to charge
Impulsive buys are way too large
My credit card sighs
While bankbook cries
My pay cheque I need to enlarge
*So many things to buy since I bought a house, but I really am a wise shopper : )
Categories:
enlarge, funny, money, stress,
Form:
Limerick
Demolish your demons, demolish the pain.
Enlarge your smiles, happiness you will gain.
Slaughter the evil, inside your mind.
This makes you feel better, I think that you'll find.
Ruin the agression, keep peace in your head.
Understand the problem and be civil instead.
Calmness around others, even if you don't like them.
The rivalry we do condemn.
It's your choice, about your, mental destruction
Only don't be fooled by a fatal obstruction.
Never let the mode of anger be on overproduction.
Categories:
enlarge, emotions,
Form:
Acrostic
Behold The Moment
Behold the moment,the future is here.
Our family is getting bigger every year.
The new child has arrived ,
already loved by all.
Hold this special baby close to you,to
rock away the fears and kiss away
the tears.
Take in every moment ,to share in the joy.
Let me shout from the hill tops so
everyone knows, our new child has all ten toes.
As the years go by and each one grows,
There is a new experince to be had by all.
A play ,a big game or off to college they'll go.
As we let go and they are on their own.
Never fret they'll soon be home.
Down the road ,each child will enlarge the
family with families of their own.
Anne Rutherford
Copyright 2008
Treasured Baby Series.
For Great Granddaughter Tesla.
Categories:
enlarge, dedication, inspirational, child, baby,
Form:
Free verse
Keep me in the midst of my peers-
Far from the weeds hated.
We are brothers they say-
And there I shall reside.
Lower me deep though,
Far from their reach.
A root of no trace-
I will grow to be.
One eye out and one in-
Is my guard of safety.
To grow in strength-
For them to wane.
I'm not a fam of theirs,
To fear for their end.
Their space I must enlarge in-
Spread my tent far to their doors.
Their crops I will possess-
Enrich my branch with their drinks.
When they knock for remuneration,
Crumps for their silence I rain.
Wet their floors with sweat,
Scatter the leaves that grow wings.
Burrow the grounds they root in
And cut their shoots to never rise again.
Categories:
enlarge, africa, bullying, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
VIDEO/AUDIO on YouTube above. NOTE: On the video; double-click to enlarge, and/or, right-click for the drop-down menu and click on 'Loop' for auto-repeat, click settings and pick the highest level for quality viewing.
Morality
Moral
development,
standard adolescence,
we are externally controlled
also, trials are judged,
consequences
follows
Moral
adaptation
sensing both personal
and societal involvement
in adulthood supports
reestablish
bygone
Moral
definitives
intricate principles
rules obeyed avoids penalty
substitutes horrible
if it is met
better
Moral
law-and-order
continues through our life,
unpunished lawbreakers create
lawlessness, and mayhem
advantageous
urbane
Moral
circumference,
best helps one's interest
serving others, will further you,
naught based on loyalty
encouragement
reward
Moral
behavior's
when laws vary of rules,
light abstracts versus absolutes
o'er prejudiced thinking,
alternatives
exploit
Moral
complacency
peaceful coexistence
when facial grins excel the glares
good choices existed
self-reliance
attained
*Heptastich is a non-rhyming verse poem of 7 lines, syllables are; 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2021 March 16
Categories:
enlarge, analogy, introspection, motivation,
Form:
Verse
In the grand days of old let the truth be told/
Those ships and mate's in plight,
With ancient fool's who had launched in an all night battle !
The one who stayed alone and quiet would lose/
A much happy time of old !
Mediocre drawn beers as an angry mob grew bolder !
For the little troll would oft' loosen his undergarments ?
Ready for a fight/
Along came a black knight !
The little troll found himself a bit helpless among the resistance,
In the distance a land far to quaint in which to behold,
Try to filter out the sorrowful resistance/
A castle promptly built for the proud and noble !
What was once thrown down into the rubble,
Yet still my heart beats a bit frantic now ?
Torn in the midst of breathless moments/
We suddenly captured a sweet glimpse of heaven,
But then to suddenly leave again !
With fallen trees of fern and elm,
Then suddenly the sword pulled out of the lasting storm !
With gentle onlooker's to approach,
A vining warrior with hidden spear inside,
Traveler's visiting from the East would often run away and hide ?
Yet what had hit me from my blind side ?
Was it the heavy notion of a wizard living inside ?
A darkened portal that had come to light !
With a famed court prince on some winged plight/
Along comes a big dragon with a focused intent,
Outside a winged servant was inclined to viscously launch out into the night/
To enlarge his welcoming with some frantic fright !
Amidst the hidden turmoil of the given plight/
With the great task in which to make all things right !
Categories:
enlarge, animals, art, confusion, death,
Form:
Narrative