Best Everyplace Poems
The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.
The obsidian night, it was very long, and was filled with pleasant dreaming,
Like scenes from the heart of jade forests, where lush nature is screaming.
But the dark hours seem as ages past, since you have risen on the horizon,
Reflecting your glory in the limpid waters, as day slowly begins to brighten.
So nice to see you again, my old friend, peering in the doors and windows,
As beautiful songs from emerald trees, begin their daily, rapid crescendos.
Soon all the world will be colorful and glad, like skyward birthday balloons,
Drifting on backlit skies of somewhere, like the aromas of various blooms!
We've traveled a long way, you and I, and like orioles, we've gone together,
Screaming our joys at midday hour, as warmth blankets the divers weather.
You trail every individual, peach dawn to dusk, and from season to season,
Forever going in and out of our lives, silently, and without apparent reason.
My work as a seasonal park ranger, has kept me in the glitter of your gaze,
As gorgeous wildflowers pursue us all, down the myriad, natural pathways.
Living with my family and my cat, and having a happy life on Pretty Street,
We danced all through deep amber days, terribly soon to become obsolete.
And often enjoyed memorable outings, birthday parties, and get togethers,
Like the euphoria of your floral days, are inclined to following predecessors.
Days at the beach, days at the park, ballgames or fun backyard barbecues,
At the happiest of times, everyplace I look, the first thing that I see is you.
And in olden, golden days, when I played on and on, your warmth was felt,
Like the presence of bittersweet autumn rose, though unseen, lately smelt!
Sweet summer evenings, you gazed redly, to say your melancholy goodbye,
Like the redness that strangely appears, when you're trying hard not to cry.
Crickets in the lilac bush, butterflies in the grass, all smile to greet the sun,
And yellow days are started and soon done, in dreamlike, skyward visions!
Flowers titter in warm, fragrant meadows, and oceans shudder with delight,
People beam at your kind warmth, and robins sing once they see your light!
Categories:
everyplace, fantasy, imagery, joy, nature,
Form:
Couplet
A weed that’s known as Queen Anne’s Lace
Is here and there and everyplace –
Along the highway, in the fields,
Deaf to every sneeze it yields.
Tall and straggly, it’s beguiled
Flies and bugs where it grows wild,
Lured not by its scent outstanding
But its flat top, great for landing.
Humans, though, don’t like it much
For like dandelions and such,
Its profusion proves, indeed,
That it’s just a lowly weed.
Oft, I rush to weeds’ defense;
This time, though, I’m on the fence
For swaths of land might lose the race
Against the spread of Queen Anne’s lace.
Categories:
everyplace, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Once upon a time in an alluring place
Flourishing realm sweet with seasons showers pace
The earth food for life the lush greenness embrace
Array of flowering plants that twirl and lace
Birds twittered on leafy branches full of grace
Rare butterflies with wide, vibrant wings took chase
Bobbing on the breezeless air they dare through space
Charmed fairies if you gaze close into their face
They sniffed the air scared to be spotted they’ll race
Satyrs played pan flutes others danced everyplace
While others sang a phrase carrying a mace
“Steady my heart; scented blooms cannot unlace
The beauty of your face I cannot erase”
Dare venture down a well-trod maze; rocks retrace
Your way back dazed so be prepared just in case
2/13/2017
Poetry Contest: Monorhyme
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Categories:
everyplace, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Monorhyme
W here did they come from?
R ight here on my face
I just don’t like them
N ow they’re everyplace
K nown to come with age
L oose skin that’s stiff
E ither Accept or
S chedule a face lift
Categories:
everyplace, life,
Form:
Acrostic
Opening the box, she peers deep inside
Soft music is played from its underside
A smile appears on her cute tender face
Within her a giggle is everyplace
Her thoughts race, exactly how could this be
How do sounds exit something so pretty
The intricate markings on the box’s side
This is where the music comes to confide
She closes the lid and the music ends
Underneath she looks to see where it sends
But curiously she just finds a key
She turned it, twisted it, quite endlessly
Hearing nothing, she flipped the lid open
To hear the sounds that emanate within
Russell Sivey
Categories:
everyplace, life, music, , cute,
Form:
Sonnet
The wind is whipping, so the sleet’s
Like needles on your face.
Your feet are slipping on the sheets
Of ice formed everyplace.
The cars are skidding on the roads
That haven’t gotten salt.
It’s so forbidding, each abode’s
Prepared for an assault.
The people shopping in the stores
Buy everything in sight;
Though some are stopping doing chores
That they don’t need tonight.
The blizzard’s blowing as they said,
A fierce, ferocious storm.
So I’m not going out; instead,
I’ll watch from in the warm.
Categories:
everyplace, nature, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
If the world was ripping apart at the seams;
and the sky fell off it’s high seated pedestal
and everyplace sparked from faulty wiring and lit up in fiery glitter
and the oceans raised a fist and left every corner drenched in salty sweet necessity
and the trees uprooted, hiked up their skirts and ran away
and the animals crafted their own transportation device to float back to their birthplace
and the winds, out of boredom, spiraled out of control
Would we notice?
Would we raise our head five inches upwards witness the beginning of the end?
Could we notice?
Could we peel our eyes away from the personal news device gripped to death in sweaty palms?
Should we notice?
Should we bother to even take action in the face of catastrophe?
Good thing the world is not ripping apart at the seams
Or else who knows what we would do.
Categories:
everyplace, change, image, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
The Fault Limit
There’s a hair line crack in the human chain,
causing some to reap, while others pain.
Widening a fraction broader every day,
it strains till all forms of kindness give way .
A fault line deep in the earthly heart,
is the dark divide that keeps us far apart.
A hand's against a hand in everyplace,
with mass genocide of someone's race.
Where does the source of this fault really lie?
Is it in ourselves? Is it in the skies?
Sooner or later the mind will quake,
as the crack is stressed by the lava, hate.
11/26/16
Categories:
everyplace, hate, humanity, pain,
Form:
Verse
Every Thing
It’s ok not to tell everyone, everything.
Your achievements every day,
everyplace you’ve ever been,
everyone who’s come your way.
Not everybody needs to know your day.
Categories:
everyplace, angst, community, how i
Form:
Quintain (English)
Everyday and everytime,
I think everything when I’m not thinking anything
I think everything when I’m not everywhere
Everyday and everytime
I sink everyday when I’m not doing anything
I sink everytime I try so hard to be everyone
Everyday and everytime
I write everytime when everyplace appears more like a piece of paper
I write everything when I think more for everyone
Everyday and everytime
I paint everything at night when everyone faints to sleep
I paint everything for I know that everyone shall wake to admire beauty and the morning glory
Everyday and everytime
I lose everyone for I’m always stolen by my inspiration and creativity
I lose nothing, for I’m always fond by everyone,
everyday and everytime
Categories:
everyplace, visionary, write, write,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Most imp potent and salient playbook page...
'bout fluffiness of hair after washing
Now get ready for...
yup intelligent persiflage
determining if potty "talk" gauge
correctly calibrated courtesy this sage.
Beats out global warming
by a long stretch
most important commander
must set example you betch
chore life no matter
if miserable wretch
survives impeachable offenses
enough to make me kvetch,
especially four more years
yours truly will once again become
bulimic anorexic wretch.
Versus important crisis
of planet Earth,
where Gaia's bountiful
nature woolworth
analogous wharf resplendent
docks side of ships berth state
housing electricity generating
mined resources inevitable dearth
warming chill folks
courtesy homey hearth
reminiscent during inchoate
fetal nine months
in utero signaling imminent birth.
Quite understandable reasonable,
non negotiable, inviolable...
blah... blah... blah
scalp itching blather
particularly to prioritize
orange-blond hirsute fullness
upon rinsing sudsy shampoo lather
as expressed by this
post baby boomer
pencil neck geek father,
who attempts to walk poetic feet
across cyber sea
miraculously to slather.
Trademark seedy nonsensical
farcical gobbledygook,
perhaps posthumously printing
bestselling blank paginated chapbook
ghost written by Trump
titled Art of the Steal
detailing head and shoulders how to look
suave and sophisticated all business
swiftly tailored harried style shook
White House disguised himself as rook
key "Fake" incognito president
recruiting apprenticed bartered bride
slow vacuuming trophy wife crook
cow hoard milching, kickstarting,
inciting, generating... donnybrook
coiffing pompadour resembling
forefathers windblown periwig.
Nope not even one hair
mussed out of place,
as if teetering fountainhead
supporting Atlas shrugged
top heavy topples
and crashes scattering
bajillion easy pieces everyplace
analogous to humpty dumpty
each and every last vestige
vanishing without a trace
exiting out cloaca
subsequently intently watching
toilet bowl royally flush
clockwise if within northern hemisphere
heavy enough to sink submarine
haint no reason yours truly might gush
even if abominable ballast
saves queasy passengers
plummeting thru aerospace.
Categories:
everyplace, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Political Verse
A crisp morning, I wake fully revived
Summer is gone as I look out the door
Leaves begin to fall, it’s finally arrived
Now we can open the windows once more.
Pansies are planted, their faces upturned
Squirrels gather nuts for the winter to come
Enjoying the patio has now returned
Sitting outside with a hot buttered rum.
Decorating with pumpkins ‘round the yard
With fall colored mums arranged in a vase
To find beauty in autumn, its’ not hard
For Her magic touch is found everyplace.
A breathe of fresh air to end summer’s heat
The clean air of autumn cannot be beat.
Categories:
everyplace, autumn, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
A morning walk, a muggy day,
A little warm for not-yet-May;
The country air both fresh and still -
A pleasant outing, right? Until...
The gnats attacked, around my face
And soon they weaseled everyplace -
Into my ears, beneath my hat,
Along my scalp - I squashed some flat...
But every squished one brought ten more,
Which kept arriving by the score.
I waved my hands, I fanned my cap
Yet nothing worked except a slap.
Some pests are worse for these don't bite
Or sting or keep you up at night
But barring that, I'll bet that stats
Would prove that gnats can drive you bats!
Categories:
everyplace, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
Hallelujah!
Praise the lord!
all the things that make me snore...
God welcomes you!
His house is yours!
Then why do you count the heads aboard?
Pray with us now!
You shall be free!
So why close the doors so hurriedly?
Those who were sinners, come and take rest!
Those who keep giving, god gives his bless!
So if I was a sinner and just confess, everything will be reset, and I could just regress
And if I am self giving, why should I care, if others would welcome me with their own fares
All are welcomed in the house of the lord!
All are loved in the house that is yours!
Now wait just a minute, did I hear right?
Did you say ALL are welcomed and loved by this might?
Then why preaching man, is your daughter not here?
Is it because she kissed another girl and that gave you a fear.
Fear that the onlookers would say my lord she is gay!
Dear preacher man how could you have let her stray!
And what about the little black boy that got shot in the head,
has any one prayed for him here since he's been dead.
But the man that use to do heroin, comes in here everyday,
but he doesn't know how others whisper he'll never be okay.
Everyplace has it hypocrites, but this place has the threshold.
I'll believe and pray in my own place and time,
just place a rock and sit outside, for that is everywhere and even inside.
Preacher man I'm leaving, your wasting my time.
Categories:
everyplace, angst, faith, life, peoplehouse,
Form:
Free verse
Within the strands that capture attention,
Layered by levels to constantly attract.
Is a web that's woven in multiplicity,
Ensnaring reality while hidden and abstract.
Born to inform and enlighten a community,
Its growth has been exponential in its place.
With few boundaries to hold the imagination,
The spread's been viral to the globe everyplace.
Throughout this creation, the content evolved quickly,
Where now the truth is often hidden or obscured.
As if fantasy has uprooted its true value,
Offering no guarantees once insured.
Spinning tirelessly, new cobwebs are left easily,
Where many flies are stuck on big lies and fake news.
Leaving those informed, to question the validity,
As to what's real, or is it just to confuse?
All the while, it only keeps growing to maturity,
With an appetite that's ravenous and obese.
Yet there's no one to monitor any menu,
Or somehow regulate the consumption to police.
So it would seem that more trawlers will be needed,
Casting their ever-widening nets to the sea.
And while few show concern for over-fishing ...
I'm left to wonder, if the catch is reality.
Categories:
everyplace, computer, culture, education, growth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse