Best Equaling Poems
It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world
Of man.
Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm,
Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows
Of inspiration.
Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities
Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering
The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt
Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself.
Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a
Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and
Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark.
In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with
The voices of humanity singing a song of complete
Harmony.
What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind,
To write and sing, to share such expressionism with
One another, music is honestly a universal language
Understood by every nation, or age group beneath
The heavens themselves.
A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers,
To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters,
Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in
So shared by all members of the human race for
Generations of inspiration to come.
I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves,
To the charming voices of our youthful young,
Than those jolly fellows from days gone by,
You know the old barber shop quorate.
So many variations and depths of degrees,
Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country,
Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory.
So we thank you those powers on high,
For this miracle of a gift called music.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
equaling, art, beauty, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Our minds and souls have somehow linked.
Strolled down paths of rain freshened flowers.
Forever mingling to songbird hues.
We spread our mutual seed into forests green.
The texture of our scent. Pristine.
The past cannot blemish such moments.
In the center of our lifetime, a golden pool.
Harp fish splash a silvery surface.
The bottom strewn with love's jewels.
We dive for the blue heart of it all.
A deepening touch, tumbling walls.
An eddy of us paints a lavender dusk.
We emerge pure as the sum of our love.
Infinity plus infinity equaling us.
Death cannot divide the frolic of such moments.
Categories:
equaling, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
The true story of the American west
Is one of killing field slaughters and
waste
The bison killers worked day and night
They were all busier than a kennel full
of dogs in heat
The bison had never seen anything
equaling this
And therefore knew nothing of how to
resist
Their bodies piled up on prairies by the
millions
While human beings continued their
killings
Humans had no thought about an animal's
soul
Mention of such would have laughed them
into a slop bowl
This all points out a basic flaw in the nature
of man
The evidence was there since man's time on
earth began
Animals to Man are just mechanized bodies
of meat and fur
Causing no lapse of conscience for killings
humans incur
But human beings think to improve Mother
Nature's rules
What they forget is this mother suffers no fools
When Man becomes comfortable in his unnatural
habitat
Then mother will send earthquakes and floods to
level Man flat
Categories:
equaling, allegory, analogy, animal, environment,
Form:
Couplet
What beauty is to me
It's the walk of a young woman in heels
The swing and sway of her hips
The uncertainty of her steps
The vulnerability in her eyes
As she feels all the staring eyes
Devouring her beauty
There is nothing more charming
Than the little girl look in her eyes
As she enjoys the attention
But at the same time is uncomfortable
In the role of a seductress
What beauty is to me?
The sweet woman smell as she approaches
Nothing in the whole world
Either natural or manufactured
Can even come close to equaling
This overwhelming potion that says love
In no uncertain terms, the message comes at you
Loud and clear without a word being spoken
As males of the species
We are uncontrollable under her spell
What beauty to me?
Woman!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
equaling, love, woman,
Form:
Narrative
It would be disingenuous to say that Ingenium did not have a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich for breakfast. It would boarder a lie to claim the same deity did not begin their morning exercise with a job through the unexplored corridors of the memory and imagery. The halls of memory are charted to an extent, but the cathedrals hidden down the vast tunnels of imagery seem always foreign and new. There Ingenium stopped to smoke a cigarette, leaning against a door marked "wooden". Neighboring this door were others, each with a replaceable placard screwed into the hard-wood. "Plastics" one read. "Trees" read another to Ingenium's left.
Propped up by the "wooden" door, they watched blurred figures move behind the tinted glass window of the door before them. Dark letters were craft-fully painted onto the glass: "Office Furniture". There seemed to be an argument over vague physics terminology being held between two shadowy characters in the office space beyond the tinted glass. The abstract entity could only make out a few mumbled words, something about work force equaling applied pressure divided by ambition over availability. The banter failed to impress Ingenium, and the muse snuffed its cigarette against the oak molding of the "wooden" door before continuing its job.
They passed other more decorative doors like "religion" or the red-white and blue striped door labeled "politics". It wasn't until Ingenium reached the door to the self that they stopped and released a sigh. Reaching down with unfathomable presence, Ingenium turned the red glass door knob and opened the door before it. A world of light and darkness poured out, flowing through the deity like whey through a screen. The curds that collected there were the substance of the soul. The cheeses that we ate that night were the mana of life, to be consumed today and gathered again on the morrow.
Categories:
equaling, imagination, philosophy, memory, memory,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Calming Presence
Early sunrise
As day comes after
The night
There are sunbeams
Beautiful golden
And bright
Warm and happy
With skies of hope and
True love
Enhanced blessings
Brilliant displayed
Above
Each tomorrow
Providing a pleasing
Nice treat
Calming presence
Fullness is renewed
And sweet
Ever thankful
For always seeing
His light
Eleven77 is a poem form created by an Australian Fanstorian poet: GarthL
It consists of seven stanzas each with a specific syllable count of 4, 5, 2. Last word of successive stanzas to rhyme.
The last word of the last stanza to rhyme with the last word of the first stanza.
Each 3rd line rhyme schemes going from top to bottom of poem should be I.E: a,a,b,b,c,c,a.
Each stanza thereby has 11 syllables across 7 stanzas equaling to 77 syllables in total, hence an Eleven77 !
Categories:
equaling, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
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Vines upon the tombstones weave their fingered laced design
Smothering the dates of those beneath
Gravesites feed the thicket with its thorns of razor twine
Wrapped mosaic patterns like a wreath
Here of heavy mist a ghostly figure sets his sight
Silhouetted by a lonely glare
Even still the moon doth hide enveloped by the night
Every movement he is now aware
Standing midst the shadows with his sickle at his side
Looking to the noose, this crooked tree
Hanging from a branch a man of darker color died
Only cause he hoped for more to be
Blood collects the lawn down there below the evil deed
Staining every dripping blade of grass
Hate, he knows full well hath come along to plant the seed
Time is not enough for it to pass
Following the tracks the earthly mud has held complete
Looking to the distance through the rain
Taking on the pathway painted lone in lost defeat
Pushing far aside the constant pain
He is the collector of the souls this place hath born
Not of those who gasped their final breath
For the one who tied the knot so tightly that was worn
Equaling the score, death for a death
Pausing midst the granite carved of names long since deceased
Sharpening his blade of serpent’s tongue
Staring towards the passages these lives atoned released
Dressed in caustic dreams of those so young
Flee with every ounce of strength your body can create
Slowly he shall walk along this way
Nowhere shall be far enough, for now it is too late
He hath come to take your life away
Categories:
equaling, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
desiccation ravaging with choke
hold thee aim rilled isle,
which haint ok key doke
cuz won hoot rook froom sun
whelps like heretic burned at stoke!
- - - - - - - - - -
More to the point (meaning jaw
ken minus **** faux
hackney poetic strung bow
Willy Wonka barely understandable
twanged and twinged) accent
hen reed how, accomplishment
in garnering alarming
news-worthy ailment
while this Unit Aryan ensconced
within beef hoar tee four comfortably
numb burred battlement,
here at Highland Manor,
I pay (if totally tubularly pennies rolled)
approximately equaling bedazzlement
17,500 viz copper cent,
per month gratuity clement,
sans Grosse and Quade
associates co-management
offered rental assistance congruent
(predicated on social security disability)
to occupy one bedroom
apartment kept air
conditioned 60°Fahrenheit
perfect for concupiscent
activity, albeit unfortunately marriage
shot thru with celibacy
suppressed sexless existence
more difficult to control
than catching a tiger by the tail,
hence this damned delinquent dependent
Dickensian dada cooly cruising thru
cyberspace espying embodiment,
how measurable heating up
Gaia, i.e. Mother Earth (she) evinces
no illusory figment, and just by a fluke,
the spontaneous Google search,
keyed revealed tumy mine eyes,
wretched webpage showed
stark rising temperature gradient
Dublin, Ireland experiencing
worst drought since
records began 168 years ago
where Irish Water (utility)
warned Dublin would run out of water
in 70 days, a “worst-case scenario”
necessitating hyper-efficient
protocols immediately inherent.
Categories:
equaling, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Eight Letters,
Put together to form three words,
All equaling something confounding.
This thing that is showing itself in the depths of my soul,
I have never seen before,
But is easily recognized.
It's talked about flippantly,
Thrown around uselessly,
And found rarely.
All I do is look inward,
Unscramble the letters,
And I know what I have found.
I'm so scared to admit it,
Though everyone, including you,
Can see it.
These unscrambled letters,
I have no choice but to acknowledge them,
And, honestly, I want to.
ILOVEYOU
Categories:
equaling, love
Form:
Free verse
Concur thee that while criticism leaves-
I dread to understand what it perceives,
Almighty fragments leaving it for dead
And if at all - all else, it too deceives.
I ask, if not for otherwords - a 'but',
Not equal to the terse but minute tut!
Will do, when equal option poses threat
How masterful is one contained in strut.
Agreed! It is important having made-
And pass it on as judgment to invade
Forlorn in this enquiry, heat of phrase,
The privacy of thoughts to which we fade.
I gloat on any verse which is approved
And only they may say, "I have improved",
Not knowing who they are or what they do
Again, is gross disdain I am removed.
Intention from the glory finding hold
If mind be trained, on whether it be told
The evil, from where criticism leapt;
Whenever it is used it’s simply cold.
To mask the said intention can but hurt,
What testing chain of infrastructures blurt
In which the outer frequencies resist,
Who louder than you do, raised self alert?
Who classifies the style in which defeats’,
Have certainly out-measured sombre beat
Like equaling the lungs exhaled in part;
By every phrase or form when time repeats.
Categories:
equaling, urdu,
Form:
Rubaiyat
"I wish many men saw life the same that I see, because when I buy shoes for my baby girl she doesn't realize that I really buy them for me, we portray each other's appearance and feelings in another....that's why I spoil you like my true lover, this is the key to having a successful relationship, all you really have to do is pay attention, you learn then you earn if you don't you'll crash and burn, you have to know each other's strengths and weaknesses...even if you have to take it slow, while most these days are quick to showcase fake and unreal relationship goals, the only way you will be able to keep her....is to make sure her reflection is equaling up to the way that you treat her, just realize with everything I say, wear, think, or do....I will always be a reflection of you!"
Categories:
equaling, beautiful, body, character, desire,
Form:
Free verse
D R E A M S
C A N C O M E T R U E
ALL OUR ANSESTORS HAD A DREAM A VISION THAT WE WOULD SEE THERE PAST
NOW WE BRING TO LIFE THERE STORY
THE WAY THE WORLD HAS CHANGED AND EVOLVED IS YET TO BE SEEN
TODAY IS FORGOTTEN
TOMORROW IS UNKNOWN
YESTURDAY BECOMES A MEMORY
THEY SAY LIVE FREE OR DIE
BUT WE ARE CONSTANTLY REMINDED WHY
PRISONS OVERRULED
SCHOOLS UNDERSUPERVISED
POLICE CORRUPTED
HOSPITALS UNDERSTAFFED
CEMETERYS EMPTY...THAT MEANS THERE IS TOO MUCH ANTICIPATION ON UPCOMING
DEATHS TOO MUCH SENSELESS CRIMES AND MURDERS
TEENAGE PREGNANCY DRIVE-BY SHOOTINGS RAPES ARSON
IS THIS HOW ITS SUSPOSED TO BE
BRUTALITY AND DEMOCRACY EQUALING ONE
WHAT ARE WE FIGHTING FOR TO SAVE THEM OVER THERE WHEN OUR OWN PWOPLE
ARE HOMELESS AND HUNGRY WE ARE THE PAST NO LONGER THE FUTURE
WHAT DO OUR KIDS HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO
T h I n K
Categories:
equaling, confusion
Form:
She Is
She is...my hope for...my everything that I adore...my live for my die for my laugh with my cry for...my want more...my look for...my could be better half...my must have...my algebraic...math equation..equaling the solution to my love starvation...
my think about...my shout it out...my help cry out...my hand in hand walking mean..man...she is my Queen...
She is my learned love mentor my hopeful meant for
(can i walk with you...talk with you...lay with you...stay with you...grow old
and gray with you...laugh with you...cry with you...die with you smile with you...
oh so special you...look up to the sky with you I mean oh my I just want to try....forever I wanna be your guy...).....my kid creator....no one greater...it's her.. she is..my there she is...but where is she? who is she? I mean...
who could she be...? I realized that I may never know her...cause I thought
I met her many times before...feeling secure...in my heart...cause of the love they gave I was so sure our love was pure...so sure...that my love was finally found...
but instead..a whole in my love boat nothing left to do but drown...
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
Categories:
equaling, love, word play,
Form:
Free verse
What is beauty to me?
Beauty is the walk of a woman in heels
The swing and sway of her hips
The subtle uncertainty of her steps
The vulnerability in her eyes
As she feels all the staring eyes
Devouring her beauty
There is nothing more charming
Than the little girl look in her eyes
As she enjoys the attention
But at the same time is uncomfortable
In the role of a seductress
What is beauty to me?
The sweet woman smell as she approaches
Nothing in the whole world
Either natural or manufactured
Can even come close to equaling
This ravishing potion that says love
In no uncertain terms, the message comes through
Loud and clear without a word being spoken
As males of the species
We are uncontrollably under her spell
What is beauty to me?
Woman!
Categories:
equaling, woman,
Form:
Free verse
The disastrous burden of the flames of Hell. Manifested error is the name given to the state in which mankind exist the farther we travel away from the practice of righteousness. Darkness depicts our acts & motives living for gain of monetary riches and material things. The defilement of the flesh unnaturally until Hell's demons greet us with camaraderie. Scheming, lying, back stabbing, or employed by those in which only the profit of money matters. The profit of money first before good social & ethical practice which doesn't progress unto peace is the present norm. Pretense of a clean record according to the laws of man equaling good; allow crimes against the soul to be untold & go unknown. Combined with the goal of one having more than another being a contradiction to togetherness. As in order for one to be rich another has to be poorer. Deception deceives deceit allowing the rich to stand on their feet. Chest out head high with all that money can buy. Take money away from the equation all that's left is conduct & deeds. What remains behind of material after we've gone is everything that's been here in the beginning of earth. As Mankind chase riches we fulfill the Devil's wishes....
Enjoy!!!!
Categories:
equaling, allah, faith, god, grief,
Form:
Free verse