Best Equate Poems
When days are filled with dark clouds, when words can not console
With heart and spirit frozen, sometimes you will lose control
The warm sunlight may fade; and tears roll over night into day
As the first bout subsides, then feelings get mixed in haste
I watched you standing empty from afar, feeling used; out of place
Your misdirected anger turned inward during this phase
With shaky confidence, you doubt yourself taking on all blame
Making excuses, ‘No one’s perfect’; blind, you're not the same
We don't mature equally; some remain selfish brats
Like a child may equate love to games, we can become certified “rats”
In their world, it is all about “me”, “look at me”; and forever in need
Soon, your pain will be washed away and at peace you’ll come to be!
Healing will come from one who loved you long before you were born
Whatever he has willed for you, from your hands will never be torn
Aware of your needs, alll gifts to you will one day lie within your palms
I pray that time, becomes for you a gentle, soothing balm
~*~
Categories:
equate, friendship, hope, life, may,
Form:
Rhyme
To the fourth grade quiet kid crying on the playground:
keep crying.
Let the burning blur in your pupils reverberate your vision
envision maculas becoming galaxies of simultaneous starbursts
normalizing irises marbleized in emotional flow
Drift
in whatever you are feeling at this very moment
Drown
out cacophonies of every synonym for “crybaby”
your classmates can regurgitate
Hold on to your emotion regardless of how hard it’s pulled from your grip
The greatest thing you can be is emotional
because breakdown doesn’t equate broken down
doesn’t equal malfunction error glitch in your system
The greatest thing you can be is broken
metal bends beyond repair; skin is resilient
cut wrists will heal; cut wires won’t regenerate
biology is not biomechanical.
It took until nearly twenty-three for me
to learn having heavy emotions
is just in my biology
and I will never let shame be programmed into me
for being that fourth grade quiet kid
crying on the playground
that crybaby
tracking muds from trailing tears in the dirt
I learned
the greatest thing you can be is yourself
when nobody is watching: yourself
as staring gazes and whispers fill space
asking why you’re sobbing so much
It’s because you’re human.
The greatest thing you can be
is human.
Categories:
equate, allegory, appreciation, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A Gods Eye View of The World
Every form blends and fades
Persistent though
And meaningful
Below from top to bottom slides
Encompassed by
Itself
Describes a purpose
To shift from one to another
And never made less
Than the original
Veins and circulars entwined
Each led to destiny
Between crags and breezes
The formation
Forces of opposition
And tendrils equate
The indefatigable line of being
A mingled sea of light
Transposes through shadow
Arch and rock
Air indivisible
A vibrant salute continues
In a heraldry of birth
Festooned upon the relinquished
A sleeping crown
All appears dancing
A choreography of miniatures
And magnitude beyond thinking
Swift sent of consciousness
Awakened in a tide
Of gesture
And slow somnambulant time
Picks blades or petal
From hair or eye
Thus is its passing
A present unending momentum
Between the washing colour
Of an unseen spectrum
A fluid solidity of dust
On which inscribed imaginations
Pallet of brilliance
Careless even reckless
In its precision of chaos
The full monument of awareness
And spoken singular
Undivided
Unsullied
Stands between feet and sky
Between earth and star
An infinitesimal populace
Of essence and core
Scattered seeds individually planted
To witness
The realms of awe
( Thank you for this poem ).
Categories:
equate, imagination, inspirational, mystery, nature
Form:
Free verse
First and above all
He dreamt me up, had me in regards
Prior to conceived, befit me for salvation
Timely was parturient into realm that was, is and forever will be
Little nothing known I, wholly out-and-out shed He supreme priceless blood.
Could He resent dying on the woods?
Nail-pierced palms’ no hilarity
Doubtlessly fleshly heart as mine was His
Torment and anguish trepidation interweave
Extremity heartbeats.
Shudder to death in imagination of His death knowledge
Evoke mocking and disdains and beatings with cursing render repentance
How innocence turned guilty for wrongs
Cleansed as filthy garment purged in blood to whiteness
Had I gone onto altar for me, I’d fail acceptance as offering.
Lamb worthily solitary slain, sins exonerate
What shall I repay Lord demise on intersection?
His is silver, gold own I not, words of mouth thanking Him the Lord gave
What feasibly of value can I, for Jesus do, equate that He’s done on the cross?
Instead, “Thank you King Messiah, Lover of my soul.”
Who else is worthy to open the scroll breaking seven seals?
Who can go to God arbitrating iniquities?
Only Jesus Christ the Son of the Living God High above in holy heaven on glorious throne
Moreover He’s Love of my heart
None other is Life and Counsel.
He deserves honor and glory and majesty and worship from all
Described as Wonderful, Marvelous, Precious and Adorable
Nothing alike to Him; be it on lands, in depth of waters or yonder horizons
No one matches His standards, but His love endures human imperfections
He is the Almighty, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnificent, and Omnipresent.
His name is Jesus-The One and the Only ONE, besides Him is no other than He
Blessed be the name of Jesus forever and ever.
Amen!
Categories:
equate, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
I found a notebook in blowing trash
left by an elder moving away.
Did she not want to keep it, I asked
Won't fit, one room, is all she would say.
She was bidding farewell to her home
of sixty-five years: she was too old
to live among ghosts she said would roam
I saved book to see what would unfold.
Opening the book, enchantment poured:
watercolors on each wind-torn page.
children, garden blossoms fondly stored,
ladies, beads in hair: the Flapper Age!
I was enthralled. An artist she was!
Beside each drawing, a note left, too.
She was a treasure living near us
I feel ashamed that none of us knew.
We tend to equate old with past tense,
behind the times, so we hesitate.
Of distant years, and her added sense
tales she could tell if we would relate.
Yellow flowers I took in blue bowl,
and visited with her a long while
I said, to hear her tales was my goal,
and saw the beginning of her smile.
March 22, 2023
for "Writing Challenge--N Words"
by Constance La France
a First
Categories:
equate, art, books, loneliness, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Before time existed, it was just us two,
yet still, butterflies in my deep core do fly-
we have a genuine love no one can deny,
for these adoring arms long to hold you.
I’m at the market with you on my mind,
missing each touch that bestows heat-
for with your essence in me I’m complete,
and those strong arms around me I did find.
When September turns crimson and chill begins,
I just hold onto memories of us embracing,
and twenty-three years later, heart still racing;
when in your arms I hear trumpets, violins.
Before the hourglass drained, it was us two,
the only ones in the world who knew of fate-
for no magnetic force or power can ever equate…
knowing your adoring arms long to hold me too.
August 8, 2019
"The Arms Long to Hold You"
Edward Ibeh
Categories:
equate, love, marriage,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
As far away as I was you lead me back home
Teaching me how to pray even as I did roam
Never leaving my side always calling my name
Though I didn't abide and was filled with shame
But You Took that blame all of it You took away
Holy, Holy, Holy is Your Name teach us to Pray
Open up all of our eyes as it becoming so late
With the devils lies society can so easily equate
With all Your Light Shone everything far and near
It's just in there tone that for them I begin to fear
No one enters but through all Your Grace completed
Lord if they only knew next to the Father Your Seated
Lord if they only knew not just the mashing of teeth
Their sins coming due as they lay that funeral wreath
But of Your Love and Grace and Your abundant Mercy
They can't see it in this place, please Lord help them see
Categories:
equate, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
Older does not necessarily
equate to wiser -- but wiser
can often make one seem a lot
older; in fact, robbed of youth
by poverty and war, I have
sadly met, too many premature
ancients: -- cynicism
in their eyes; where
should reside bright, hopeful
gleams -- dreams, obliterated,
man's faux surface designs over-inking truer light,
little more than colorful
tattoos
of ever
deeper
representation
of spirit
terminating
blight --
Categories:
equate, community, dream, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
I Don't Understand ?
why do some people get away with things and others don't
people are people so why should it be you and I appear awfully
no one questions anymore no one has a voice
it's the blind leading the blind soon will fall into a ditch
all the hero's and legends I knew as a child turned into idols of clay
don't you believe in what t.v. or the radio says about you
many seek for solace amidst the inner plight of silence
death is there doormat they squeeze all the love out of you
some seek to drawn there sorrows in a bottle like no tomorrow
the impulse of a hug takes a back seat with cheap lust
why does one equate logic for fear ?
I sit again in the silence alone,
minds that plug for bitter destruction in their brain washed minds
how it rains on the just & unjust...
a tug at the heart will light the inner spark to what I've been waiting for....
man has constructed living pyramids to honor their dead,
the notion of no atheists in fox holes
I don't debate them anymore only choose to love them instead
the walking dead having viscous hanging fangs that bite...
dot the i's and cross the t's
we resign as living socialites in our miniature soldier war
a toast of friends only to discover there is no love in their hearts
there are heads in the street for a burning cause but for what ?
they all claim its a banner of love but its hate in disguise
a lover in life is not the sinner
weak willed tyrants feeling a funeral in their brain
Why is love cheap lust these days get back to the basics
we choose to hide behind the false garb of compromise
Can't we see through all those twisted Satanic lies ?
Categories:
equate, beauty, , atheist,
Form:
Free verse
Each New Year, you make a resolution,
Nothing life-changing, just minor changes.
January means a brand new start for
Optimists who wish themselves a better
Year ahead: vowing to improve their lot.
Little changes are often accomplished:
Inasmuch as they least affect your life.
For instance, eating meals at the table
Every night: not in front of the TV.
More often than not, you'll fail to honor,
Or maintain those hasty New Year's pledges.
Resolutions won't change reality:
Even if hope promises that they will.
Each New Year, we pretend to undergo
Various metamorphoses that we
Equate to achieving our New Year's goals:
Resolute in our desire to succeed.
Yesterday sets, as tomorrow rises.
Don't fret over your annoying habits:
After all, no one's perfect, and in time,
You'll learn to enjoy life more, come what may.
Categories:
equate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Acrostic
Man is a jumble of contradictions,
I know, a hard nut to crack!
So unfathomable, so mysterious-
at once a Satan and an angel.
To the outer world I am someone.
But in the well-guarded cellars of my privacy
aren’t I different~
hiding my innards to light, as every other man?
Am I not a masked player in life’s pantomime?
At times, I feel so proud,
excessively in love with my own image,
like Narcissus, the poor hunter boy
fated by gods to languish
on the bank of a pond,
over his own floating image!
However, with all my strength within,
do I not feel as helpless as Prometheus bound,
waiting for a Hercules to come
and save me from my plight.
If Prometheus’ bondage was God willed,
mine is self- willed…!
Is the difference so very crucial?
Sometimes I feel I am Janus,
looking backward and forward
into my past and my future,
never living in the present.
Or am I more a Sisyphus,
eternally rolling a rock over to the cliff
from where it keeps falling down?
Sometimes I wonder,
amid great splendor, do I not starve
like Tantalus of Greece in the pool,
beneath the tree, with the low- lying branches of fruits
constantly eluding his grasp,
and the water, ever receding before
he could take a drink!
As a poet, how I wish I could
equate myself with Calliope,
carving my mind on the wax tablet
with stylus, my pen and coloring it with my fancy.
Or Orpheus, so skilled in music
that with my sad musings,
I can make even Hades, weep
and the rocks to fall in line!
I shudder to be a Medusa,
turning everyone to a stone
with my sinister glance!
Instead, I want to be one of the Graces
and never one among the Gorgons.
Pitched in this gallery
of strange mythological entities,
I wonder how I appear to others
with all my multiplicities
of character and identity!
Categories:
equate, confusion, identity, irony,
Form:
Free verse
When man and beast communicate
in language form that both equate,
a peace exists where love is king.
We follow roads of charted mien
and render truth within our reign
as honor lifts each living thing.
As honor lifts each living thing,
and renders truth within our reign,
we follow roads of charted mien;
a peace exists where love is king
in language form that both equate,
when man and beast communicate.
*A new poetry form, similar to the Palindrome
Categories:
equate, peace,
Form:
Carpe Diem
If dogs could talk, what would they say?
Would they label any of their own as "mangy mutts?"
Would they toss around epithets like "cur" or "?"
Would they call a down-and-outer a "dog without a bone?"
If dogs could talk, would they come up with "the dog days of August?"
Would they describe a downpour as "raining cats and dogs?"
Would they call a period of misfortune "a dog's life?"
Would they say that a tough day at the office is "working like a dog?"
Perhaps they'd equate negatives with the human race
"As mean as a little kid pulling a dog's tail"
"As heartless as someone who cages an animal"
"As lazy as a man watching football on a Sunday afternoon
But perhaps they wouldn't
Dogs are too classy for that
Categories:
equate, character, dog, spoken word,
Form:
Free verse
Was it loneliness that convinced me to pursue
Yet one more futile try, another mismatched mate
The years pass quickly and the choices become few
On eligibility’s scale I fail to rate
A magical connection I cannot create
My heart grows fatigued, a feeling so alarming
Should I place my future hopes in the hands of fate
Many are alone; where do you hide, Prince Charming
I’m weary of searching yet feel I must renew
The “frogs” say it’s my fault, but I recriminate
I only kiss them hoping my dreams would come true
No princes emerge; they only retaliate
By leaving me alone on weekends with no date
Do they realize it’s my ego they’re harming
Happily ever after endings I inflate
Many are alone; where do you hide, Prince Charming
For years I’ve sought you out and now I think I’m through
This path I have traveled I am forced to negate
Just like the fly that escaped when the frog’s tongue flew
Blessings of solitude I once did understate
So now I’ll just accept this solitary state
A stone fortress around my heart I’m now arming
The seasons have flown past and I fear it’s now too late
Many are alone; where do you hide, Prince Charming
Efforts expended but results do not equate
I realize it’s only myself I’ve been harming
No longer will I ask, questioning does abate
Many are alone; where do you hide, Prince Charming
Categories:
equate, angst, loveheart, heart, me,
Form:
Ballade
No one ever talks about it
it hurts
it throbs
uncomfortable
\No one knew what to say
especially when it was no longer all about them
but it was
Who have i been with?
who have you been with!!!?
the tears
pain
throbbing
thief of under
under where?
under there
All my friends were busy
Called mom yesterday we fought
My brother bout fell off the wagon
cause i want to move away if he moves near
and they're all blaming my ex
i know better
psychological torment
Im the ****
Im the whore
I blame myself as i should
serves me right
right?
so who wants a piece of this pie?
drug induced schitsoeffective
mood disorder
mentally ill
diseased
Lover Boy
all for you
Just give me more pills
Two friends left
I don't want to talk to the Angel whose ex stole my password to this site
My ex girlfriend whose room i lit on fire owes me 240 dollars for her drug debt
things are getting better
happy birthday rip off
merry Christmas debt
high and dry
Now Herpe New year
and i wept
again
stronger this time to not go over the reasons to live versus those i should die
and i laid in bed
with no one to hold
so young
people are cruel
I'm the joke dressed in suicide
just make sure you wash your hands
when you clean up after my mess
you might get infected
and then as the songs go sang by the artists
that sing about how my names are songs
I'll be the one responsible for killing all of my friends and myself after all
For the love of latex and lesions
practice safe sex
know your partners well
and remember life aint no merry go round
it can happen to you
it happened to me
and I've only been out of the funny farm
for three years
before that i was clean
before that was high school
and the nightmare i will always remember and equate with the word
DREAM
Categories:
equate, confusion, health, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse