Best Equaled Poems
The world's grey. Slowly, methodically,
Feathers from colorful birds have been burned.
Sheep in a fog on a snowy mountain.
One man thought uniformity equaled
Superiority, ugly furor.
Their ashes floated down all around us
There's no color left in this sooty world.
Beauty's palette swirled with color beckons.
Diversity screams for a slight foothold.
The heart just whithers in colorless worlds.
APRIL 23, 2016
Word count 62
Categories:
equaled, color, discrimination, violence, world
Form:
Free verse
"The world is your oyster,"
Some wise man once said.
This wise man was nuts,
What was wrong with his head?
The world's a cold place,
Which is easy to see;
From our cool, mirky waters;
To our beautiful, dead trees.
They used to talk about soulmates,
When love equaled life;
Now they murder the husband,
Who cheats on his wife.
"Every man for himself,"
That's our new motto now;
And try finding a man,
That could pray or teach how.
"The world is your oyster,"
Some wise man once said;
I wonder if our wise friend,
Ever got out of bed.
Categories:
equaled, angst, life, social, world,
Form:
Verse
Over a hundred years of miracles
dating back well before statehood
Pioneers who made the desert bloom
Though no one thought they could
Fighting off constant terror attacks
plows in one hand, rifles in the other
Working eighteen hours a day, six days a week
One for all and all for one, everyone a brother
Rising from the ashes of the Nazi holocaust
six million maimed, tortured, killed
Three short years later, declared a state
that only they and God willed
650,000 Jews, half of them new refugees
armed with hammers, saws, and brooms
fought off the attacks of Egypt, Syria, Jordan
Lebanon, Iraq, and the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem
All while taking in 875,000 Jewish refugees from Arab lands
resettling them in threadbare quarters
Today, boasting a world-class economy and over 9 million people
Israel is the world's face of hope, her story never equaled
Categories:
equaled, history, holocaust, hope, jewish,
Form:
Rhyme
I love you my darling with all my heart
Wonder how many times that's been said
At the moment of passion when love bursts forth
Two hearts intertwine, passions fed
That moment of bliss, the follow up kiss
Is there anything else that compares
With this overpowering lust and desire
The sheer pleasure of that moment shared
I'm feeling great passion rising within me
As the words start to form on my screen
Passionate love words describing my feelings
As you emit tiny pleasurable screams
If a Heaven exists, then this must be it
Nothing has ever equaled this pleasure
To bottle this feeling and sell it in stores
Would guaranty success beyond measure
I love you my darling with all my heart
Wonder how many times that's been said
At that moment of passion when love bursts forth
Two hearts intertwine, passions fed
Categories:
equaled, love,
Form:
Rhyme
My heart skipped a beat
When I saw you
I heard your voice
Damn I thought it couldn’t be true
A Nubian Queen was talking to me
I though they all passed away
When the world became brand new
My mind raceing
thoughts
Of this beauty rush through my mind
Her skin , Her lips
her curves ,her eyes
they made me insane
Lust wasn’t it
Love could it be
No it is to soon
Its admiration
Of beauty that cannot be equaled to
I envy those who will have her
I dispeas all those who have hurt her
Cause they know not what she is
She is the Nubian queen
And To you my Black queen
Black queen
black queen
who’s beauty is never in between
who’s smile is always seen
You are what men crave for
And what women envy
My dear black queen
Hide nothing
my dear black queen
when they see you
They now what beauty really is
They try to compare you
to the goddess Isis herself
but in the they all know what is true
my dear black queen you
are what girls dream to be
you are the Beauty I have dreamed of
so to you my dear black queen
stay beautiful
Categories:
equaled, africa, love,
Form:
Free verse
Cruel
Cross
Suffering
Cross
Painful
Cross
Humiliating
Cross
"But he was wounded for our transgressions
He was bruised for our iniquities
The chastisement of our peace was upon him
And with His stripes we are healed"
The cost
Of Cross
Equaled
Forgiveness
Mercy
Healing
Peace
Eternal life
Quotation marks: Isaiah 53:5
Transgression means to revolt, rebel, sin against human or divine authority
Like if I deliberately step on your foot with the intent to hurt you_
Iniquities means sin, wickedness, often with the focus with the guilt or liability incurred
Categories:
equaled, easter,
Form:
Shape
CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL
Of all creatures great and small
Insects are most assiduous folk of all
They perform assigned duties each day
And let nothing dissuade them on their way
The till the soil and collect the forage
Their labor brings them food, some for storage
Their diligent spirits have no equaled pace
Mostly repulsed by a higher stationed race
Human beings became Self appointed superiors
But without these small beasts humans would be their inferiors
Categories:
equaled, allegory, animal,
Form:
Couplet
Wobbly, these feet… sagging on miles
of dangled reeds: a hike takes me
to an attic of moonlight, bestowing bows
of serenity prayers for wayfarers
unyielding to a precise compass
of direction, reckless as it were,
losing the self to gypsy stones
and nomadic thistles bearing my trails...
for a moment, I release this soul buried
in the belly to a chorale of air's hymns
taking flight unto a trail of obedience
moved by pure lightness: no longer a weight
or content divided, but equaled by
forms of singularly whole reminisces...
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Poetry Unhinged for john lawless
8/29/2016
Categories:
equaled, journey, self,
Form:
Free verse
The Hush of Christmas Past
It came more slowly then.
After Thanksgiving
the lights and decorations
started showing up.
The excitement started to build.
Santa showed up at the
department store, The
ads in the newspapers
were larger, some even
in color. There was talk of
“the list”, and “naughty or nice”.
It was agonizing – waiting for
the night Mom said “OK, let’s
go buy the tree”. The trip to
the back lot behind the
super market, “This one…
NO! THIS ONE!” We carried
the tree - by any means possible -
remembering Mom’s warning:
“Remember, you will have to
carry that big tree home.”
The tree was somehow decorated.
Lights, tinsel, bulbs, each one someone’s
favorite, ribbons, bows, a picture
of the cat. Now the speculation
began in earnest. “Whadaya
think you’re gonna get?”. “OH,
I hope, I hope, I hope”, “But I can’t
tell you, it’s a secret.” We knew there
would probably be sox, some new
PJ’s, mittens – the usual. But there
would also be those other nicely
wrapped gifts – from Santa.
The baseball glove, the skates,
the “un-wrapable” scooters, bikes,
baseball bats, hockey sticks.
These were always brought by
Santa Clause. Santa supplied the
dreams, Mom and Dad the gifts.
We provided the unmistakable
sounds of Christmas morning.
There would be church and a
Christmas dinner, lost amid the
joy of dreams. Dreams of snagging
that line drive with the new baseball
glove, of racing down the hill on
the bike, of Bobby Orr like moves
with the new skates.
The colored lights took their cue
from the setting sun as we gathered
around the table and savored the
sweet, juicy, succulence of Mom’s -
never to be equaled – Apple Pie.
John G. Lawless
11/22/2014
submitted to HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Mystic Rose
Categories:
equaled, childhood, christmas, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Sodium and Chlorine Go On a Date
By Elton Camp
Nate and Clio were electrically okay
Protons equaled electrons that way
But there was a good reason why
When they went out, sparks did fly
Nate gave one of his electrons away
And so became positive on that day
Clio added his electron to her cloud
“Now to be negative I am allowed”
Dissolved in fluids the two are delights
For living things must have electrolytes
Categories:
equaled, science,
Form:
Rhyme
IT is on Sunday, on lonely day
A regret walks into my soul
Abode,my soul became to him
He grew and grasp my soul wholly.
My thought feeds him pretty well
"Her power of eyes had equaled to mine
Yet the time is too late,late to go back
When she is in the world of pair
She is good as dead to my life"
O.my beloved readers
I'm the one of dead man walking
On the Ghost's soil of loneliness
The memories were no more sweet.
He plays no music sweet and soft
Speaks no words of inspiration
Even pulls my balloon head down
And I see the thorny earth.
OH! it is unbearable
He invaded my soul
Like lasting version of solar eclipse
But the people concern solar-eclipse
Yet I also hear from her
"you are my best son
Let you be the successor
Of dreams you aspired
Of the aim you set up"
And held my giraffe head up
To see the Northern star sparkling
Never to let it down
To watch yellowish grass dancing
In the atmosphere of solitude.
Categories:
equaled, absence, angel, blessing, care,
Form:
Blank verse
There are teams
There are great teams
Then, there are dynasties
In the world of women's sports
There have been few that measure up
To the 2019 USA Women's World Cup Soccer Team
Every one of these 23 talented women
Has been groomed for this purpose their whole lives
Playing, working, training, focusing, listening, watching, and concentrating
On ONE thing ... The World Cup Trophy
The pressure, rarely equaled, has been applied
The stories, countless and controversial, have been written
The stats, meaningful and managed, have been studied
The criticism, fair and false, has been aimed
The opponents, powerful and prideful, have been prepared
And the games, intense, exciting, and incredible, have finally been played
Now ONE team - one amazing team - stands alone atop the rest
Holding that storied golden trophy high ... high and noble and proud
Forty-six valiant hands that have set a new standard for sports
Not just women's sports, but ALL sports
A new standard for what it means to work and play as a TEAM
A new standard for excellence and class and athleticism
Congratulations and blessings to the USA
And the 2019 Women's World Cup Championship Soccer Team
A team for the ages ... a team for the people ...
And a dynasty, tried and true!
Written and submitted on July 7, 2019
For the "2019 FIFA Women's World Cup" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Sponsor.
Categories:
equaled, america, appreciation, soccer, sports,
Form:
Free verse
(Fever Cure)
When I was just a young lad,
and one respected ones
mum and dad!
An annual visitor
uninvited befelled one’s youth,
an infliction born of
distempered walls
and arctic drafts.
The doctor would be called
to staidly produce an opinion,
“Seven days indoors”
Before proceeding to scribble
in Latin, my wholesome cure,
“A cure to endure”
If only to fix one’s redemption.
Each day the prescribed tonic,
equaled one quarter of a cup
with the instructions to sip
slowly “Oh! So slowly” While
my mother’s brown eyes
never once left my agonizing
plight, the taste indescribable,
yet a remnant of memory
tells one, it could dwell
in this very ink,
I write with today!
© Harry J Horsman 2005
Categories:
equaled, life,
Form:
Free verse
The strange men made strange fruits
Point.
Strange
Strange fruits
fruits and Men
the difference only in color
Multiply the hate. divided. but blood is same
Between strange fruits and strange men, what is with us and those Different.
Strange
Strange
Creators
Strange men
Men had God
Fruits had god and Allah
The difference of cross, a tree and Crescent
Equaled blood flow by gun, arrows and swords. The winner, takes all history
The rest punished for your Gods sins, you are killing the cat for eating from your plate, yet you never feed.
Nothing
Strange
Men
Against Women
Strange
Sex
Strange
Men
Strange Money
Was with men
Fruits traded with cowrie, cows
Sum up, Money bought fruits in the market
Totally men hid the path, yet cleaned packed fruits still follow their way
Strange
World
Strange Fruits
Free from Men
Strange money still ties them
Poor fruit does not care about the tree
Add Men of God and strange money and fruit easily falls for tree
Eternal return, young fruits carrying the weight of the world, the Old carry the weight of time, someone help them right
Point
Point
Point
Neo strange fruits feeds strange men by praying to Men of God to get strange Money to pay for their death beds. We can only hope, the more the lines the more we perfect. Amor Fati?
Categories:
equaled, africa, analogy, culture, hate,
Form:
Fibonacci
It stood magnificently in front of our Churchyard,
Like the sacred fig tree before any temple-yard;
My going to church, as a boy, had no other reason,
Than picking all bird-dropped fruits, as a mission;
Collecting as many as possible hastily,
Pushing them into my knickers-pocket quietly;
Thinking of them all through the Holy Mass,
Waiting for the priest to say the final grace;
Hurrying to a corner where no humans see,
Place, as lonely as the very loneliness could be;
Savouring the sour-sweet taste spread over it,
Then breaking it with stones to get the nuts in it;
Quantity of it equaled as little as a butter drip,
Or as much as ten mustard seeds put as a strip;
Relishing it as though nectar of ancient sages,
Coming down to mine tongue from all the ages;
In youth tastes changed and matters mattered,
And this almond became very old fashioned;
Burgers, Pizzas, hotdogs and all tasted well,
Though, consuming them, I often was unwell;
I saw boys and girls picking almonds as I did,
And hurrying to corners and I understood;
The ‘grown-up’ in me prohibited me from doing so,
It’s hence I hid my child within, as a rainbow;
Abroad, I almost forgot the Indian almond tree,
As within me, I was bored and never really free;
I had my worries of marriage and children,
Who’d care for a tree with no monetary gain?
It’s when I went to my home town casually,
It’s under that tree I found my future lily;
We married and got children who grew,
Both with tastes so modern and new;
Yet, it’s when once we visited the churchyard,
My younger lingered over that fruit so thrilled;
We offered him sweet almonds from stores,
And supermarkets that made him to uproar;
He collected for long as much as he could,
And each little one he collected for him he hid;
He too, later, had his dreams and worries,
Sophistications seismically so seduce, seize;
Church now demolished and grounds cleared,
For newer one to construct all well renewed;
I found this almond tree got fully uprooted,
And thrown into a corner like an old harp muted;
I cried and cried till I could cover the tears,
As though I’d hidden my feelings for many years…
30 July 2021
Finding Your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
equaled, life, muse, tree,
Form:
Free verse