Best Essay Poems
The teacher stood in front of the class,
“Today, she said, “I’m giving you the same assignment I give every year!”
“Please write what you want to be when you grow up...
and remember:
There’s no wrong answer here.”
She found most answers to be the same as every other year she taught:
doctor, fireman, super hero, movie star…
one student wants to own a yacht.
The teacher read with interest…as their grammar she corrected
until she came across one paper…with an answer unexpected.
It was written by the shyest girl in class…who did not want a super power.
WHEN I GROW UP, she wrote in capital letters,…I WANT TO BE A WILDFLOWER.
Because bringing beauty to the world…is a flower’s livelihood
and I want to grow in places …no one ever thought I ever could.
The teacher held the essay in her hands…unwilling to let it go…and suddenly, out of nowhere, her tears began to flow.
She gently set the essay down…and as it glowed in her lamp’s light…She thought for a moment, picked up her pencil…then she began to write.
‘You already bring beauty to my world’, she wrote
‘And I know you’ll find a way...
to add beauty wherever you go.”
and she graded it an A.
Flawless imperfections without divine words of remorse
saturated the light within my fractured soul
a situation transcending as silence took its course
upon awaited trepidation I hand to you the scroll
Lawless obligations pack the pages of the script
within lies the endless content of my reasoning
misapplication and disregard is the theme you slowly flip
as the ink drips on the floor forever bleeding
Life is,but an essay
Write yours well
For unto posterity,it would be read
Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap The taste of knowledge to him is sweet to get more valuable than sap to a tree even more valuable than the gold that runs from seven hills prolongs the days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened. The Lord does hate pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom with an expected end pure love as God gives the increase I have tasted the Lord is gracious A strong warning from the savior Jesus He is Lord whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire some may say the old sage is just saber rattling Essayage the shoe on the other foot walking a mile in someone else shoes who has two left feet and one leg longer truly your feet are bound to get sore circling around the mountain just assaying the metal who is your maker I know mine For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, works for us a far more exceeding eternal weight of glory I am not straining gnats just spitting out the the filthy camel Love the Lord God Jesus and every man your neighbor all the glory of man as the flower of grass like sagebrush God made foolish the wisdom of this world put your faith and hope in God and not in men though man's urban inflections change the Word of the Lord stands sure Everlasting superior are God's ways than man's momentary dullness
Two days before the deadline.
Fingers flying frantically,
Condensing a lifetime’s achievement
In 500 words or less.
Eyes are bloodshot from the long night, spent
Staring and scanning every line, every blip
With the careful precision of a surgeon.
Secretly beautifying my faults
Like an embalmer, decorating wounds,
To make even a dead body presentable.
All to impress anonymous judges
Who are endowed with the authority
To confirm my life’s worth.
Judges who grade lives—
Out of a pool of million—
Superficial enough to be condensed
In 500 words or less.
Closer now we inch to peek
Our face pressed to the window pane
Reach out? We won't, just gaze oblique
A fool's attempt to ascertain
A solid veil through which we see
and yet through which we will not pass
So crystal clear, it lets us be
content to stay behind the glass
So easy, yes, to trick the heart
into a cozy reverie
that outside things play mere bit-part
as non-essential filigree
adorning what we hold so dear
tenacious notions in our eyes
As our breath clouds the glass in fear
we look yet we are none the wise
So in a vain pursuit we wipe
sfumato specters overlain
that paint a hazy phenotype
with breath's fine mist upon the pane
And yet our likeness lingers still
like ghostly shadow cast upon
the world, bare truth it aims to kill
and resurrect a changeling on
that altar which we hide behind
Born with fair beauty, charm and wit
that changeling certitude will find
of skeptic's musings, not a whit
"And yet," we utter, self assured,
"MY wit and breadth of mind have passed
these bounds, oh yes, I'm surely cured
of willful ignorance at last"
~~ So confident we are not blinkered
~~ Yet blind that we ourselves have tinkered
~~ With truths contrary to heart's caprice
~~ That we, arrived at OUR truth's brink, heard
flying out in notes of gold
Caught in heart's twisted web, accursed
and turned to something base, behold!
A shameful alchemy reversed
To take that which is plain to see
and hear with our own eyes and ears
Scrap all with which we disagree
Those truths that animate our fears
Let go your mirrors and your smoke!
Embrace what you'd sooner assail
Though shattered glass does pierce and poke
and open window greets the gale
Tis less a shame to face our faults
with dauntless curiosity
than dance a self-admiring waltz
round truths scattered in paucity.
It always excited her curious mind.
Going on adventures, finding hidden treasures.
Journeying and exploring in deep dark unknown places.
Seeing all those lost faces...
She has no fear of the unknown,
she is never alone.
She sometimes wonders inside if there are any dangers to find.
A scream, a cry.
The truth is, she never knows whats waiting around the corner.
Death, fear, love...
This is not enough
There are millions of endless possibilities.
She believes she will never know unless she sees for herself.
Leave
Go...
She needs no help
She has to be alone...
Once upon a time in a place far far away from everything you have ever known,
further away than Zeus can throw, is a girl.
Lost, confused and dazed
Her thoughts run deeply, amazed.
She is running
She is hiding
She is searching
She is fighting,
for the truth.
A fountain of youth
Her destiny
A higher entity
The meaning of life...
It is not easy to find.
Millions of angels fill her path with light
She will not once look back behind.
One day she met a woman who was very kind
"Let me show u the way, I shall not lead you astray." She said
"My dear, you will be amazed by what you can find. Do not hide. No need to get a fright. I have been sent to lead you through the gates up ahead. Where the deepest bottomless hole is your only bet."
"Who are you within?"
Asked the Angel, guarding the eternal life.
His eyes were so passionate, stronger than the hottest fires.
It made her think...What have I been?
With all that I have seen, I will now scream: "I AM THE ETERNAL QUEEN. An describable thing. Hear my voice when i sing..."
She opened her mouth and words of purity filled the heavenly sky, overtaking the dark cold night.
Now she can fly
She will never again cry...
Every thought she has ever had, fills her inside.
Destroying her pride.
Suddenly, she realized.
This is how you die...
Every little thing, gets left behind...
In this journey through the universe, she found this eternal verse.
It is not a blessing, nor is it a curse.
It heals all heartache,
It loves through better or worse.
Follow this girl through the gates of the unknown.
Deep in a pit of screams, an abyss of unfulfilled dreams, you will be thrown.
See who you truly are, your lies will be forever shown.
ESSAY ON DRUMS
The drum sounds slowly its cadence
the beat, beat, beat marks a march
and through the air reverberates.
The tramp of a company at quick time,
arms pumping with machine precision,
a rigid jerky movement of elbows.
The thump of rotating Huey blades
as they back stroke the air;
gingerly alighting on a hot LZ.
The staccato stutter of rifle fire
indiscriminately searching the earth
laughingly playing hard games of tag.
The grieving hearts at graveside
waiting the echoing bugle call
while the flag is ritually folded.
Sound slowly this cadence
for the eons of history
the drums of war reverberate.
There was a time in the Old West
When people tried their level best
A special breed
With but one creed:
Get the gold before all the rest!
Love lines now start to frame finesse,
Rhymes swing from art in wordy fest.
Essence of ease flow in new glimpse,
Notions of peace in easy streams.
Simple lines come to echo thought,
Inner feel sums what words allot.
Keep simple then what yet confronts,
Decipher when truth weighs a ton.
Essay on love to tell on you,
Notes from above come now past due.
Line after line of flowing feel,
Meaning tastes fine in sensual will.
Expect to see all that can be,
Prime the story nice and easy.
Conclude prose piece with awesome end,
Love fashions peace in light that bends.
Share your gift here that all may see,
Live happy cheer with grand beauty.
Leon Enriquez
17 March 2016
Singapore
Life is not a theatre essay you can practice once than more time
I know now I'm no longer who comes first
When I stare into my newborn baby's eyes
Dear God show him your love through me
this little bit of heaven I hold in my arms tonight
it all became so clear we're an ultimate team
that cannot be broken for this I vow
giving you my love for all eternity
as I stare and rock you gently off to sleep
tiny fingers curled up to make a fist
lips curled looking like your mad at the world
cowboys and Indians blanket wrapped around you tight
thumb sucking and singing sweet lullaby's
I watch you gently close those brightful eyes
wondering was it me but only in a smaller size
have no worries my newborn son
your new daddy will keep you safeguarded from any storm
How will I explain the birds and bees
or monsters hiding under your bed that you see
will you take my hand when your afraid of the dark
or be a brave little soldier who's marched off to war
never fear for your daddy will always be here
will ask God to watch over you each passing day
for there's alot of things I still must teach to you
like your abc's and your 123's
taking you to your first ball game
eating your first footlong hot dog
cheering for the hometown team
and just recanting the past when
you were tightly wrapped in your daddy's arms
looking at the world like you were so darn mad
but fell fast asleep to a lulabys sway
of daddy rocking his newborn son on that first father's day
Though I Only Have My Jenny
Would Not Trade Her For The World
But Would Of Loved To Had A Son Also
Tribute To All The
Wonderful Father's
Happy Father's Day
RIP Daddy {1925-1981}
Minutes eleven
soon it will be seven,
time is ticking,
I like knitting,
I have a horse,
do you like my porsche,
time is divine,
will you be mine?
Our America is not a world stage,
And we the black oppressed
Are not mere players; rather, our story here
Is a bloody reality—a bloody reality of our rape
From the womb of our Motherland to our daily bloody
Exit murdering from one century to another.
Racist oppressors and their executed actions are
As real as the sun, the moon, Middle Passage waters
And the days and nights—the centuries—of slavery—
The sands of time’s time! And now the seven deadly sins
Have had their prodigal, racism, violently revealed to the whole
Real world! The whole real world that has allowed American
Racism to perpetuate its bubble reputation of violent racist
Oppression and the near extermination of those God created
This land to keep and nourish; and now in today’s staged reality,
There is one who plays well the simultaneous twin parts of washed
Hands Pharaoh and evil horn Satan in the pandemic hell in whose
Air the world and its humanity rave panting echoes to mother life,
I can’t breathe! Yet, in this age of a nation founded on violence,
A Satanic Pharaoh in Shakespearian style attempts to romanticize
Nonviolence in the like manner in which history does violence; but
Teetering to trump timed truth with bible in hand is as if to question
God. So, on a sad day in the world’s reality, stood a mere player as
If in a sad Gratiano scene: Sans reality, sans mentality, sans humanity;
Indeed sans everything—in a stage less world of reality where a fool can
No longer pontificate ranting fear and unmasked demonic ways of being.
I love Southwest Florida and I feel privileged to live here in Paradise. One of the
things I enjoy most about living here is being able to walk year round in beautiful
parks and nature preserves. One of my favorite places is Eco Park where it is so
lovely and peaceful. Whenever I hear a twig snap, or leaves rustling, I turn in
delightful anticipation of seeing something wonderful, a mother fox and her
kittens, a family of raccoons, or perhaps a beautiful bird...but the other day I
watched the news before my walk, and the program focused on the increasing
violence against women and children around the world. It so distressed me that
the solace and peace I sought on my walk for the first time completely eluded
me. At every rustle, my stomach leapt, at every sound, my body tensed, my heart
pounded, and finally I had to turn around and go home. I had lost my sense of
peace and security in life and I felt desolate.
Now I don’t know the answer to the problems of the world, but what I do know is
that what humanity is currently doing isn’t working. It doesn’t take a great genius
to see this. Everywhere we look around the world we can see that what we are
doing isn’t working, and Denial ain’t a river in Egypt folks. What I also know is
that Scientists have mapped the human genome and have found that each and
every last one of us on this earth can trace our origins back roughly forty
thousand years or so to a tribe in eastern Africa. That’s right, every single last
one of us all came from the same place. We all have the same base of origin.
We’re all made of the exact same stuff. We all may look different but we’re really
not. We are the family of mankind. Humanity is all in the same boat, and if some
of us are sinking, all of us are sinking.
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