Best Extremity Poems
In you alone my mind is rest
For from only you I seek comfort
In my back and front
You're the ultimate strength
And within my voicing
And all my day's doing
I glorify you
Why am I fill with gloomy gladness?
Since whoever believes in you
And dwells within your words
Shall swims in extremity of blissfulness
The low high door of progress
Which I all the time knock
Since you own the key to man's good luck
Let mine be opened wide as you spread soil
Since the truism is you own all
And you're but one
That dwells high above the horizon
And having vast eyes that see entire
Since you know of unspoken words
Beyond imagination of it thinker
Let all my wish be granted
Since you're a man and a woman
Although we predict you're a man
For all man is head or front
Since you're the oldest
That no one ever sees
Only know who you really are
Bless me with unending happiness
Since you're the world's ruler
That rule lives beneath the water
And lives upon the ground
And lives within the air
And lives high above the heaven
Rain upon me your grace
And drench me with goodness
Rain upon me your grace
And drench me with goodness
Categories:
extremity, prayer,
Form:
Lyric
Melting through glass like sand through the sea
Burning like fire through the evergreens
When you touch me
Fingers trembling in the extremity
Sprouting to life, a little blossom on a branch
Falling through rocks like an avalanche
When you hold me
My heart flits and flutters incessantly
Floating along a river with a cool summer breeze
Drifting to the heavens under skies like these
When you love me
The heavens and stars are drowned in ecstasy
Categories:
extremity, devotion, for him, i
Form:
Lyric
Sing, O Goddess, of my petulant wrath.
That which I’ve failed to address for so long.
Speak and guide my hand to express
The words of extremity needed to voice:
Passions of violent nature performed.
I have such strange verses to bare.
My hands are quaking with unrealized strokes
Of genius that may yet flow forth from I
My tongue is wet with wanton wanting,
Breathing, believing in all I deplore.
I forefront this painstaking proclamation
With pretenses of seduction and sweet
Manipulation. I hope you get my meaning.
I have strained and sullied my own name
To achieve a stage of pure expression.
I pray to the goddess of art and music
That she may pluck my strings as her
Kithara, her disclosure, her discord.
Perhaps this line will liberate me.
I could stop this senseless seduction
Of myself to share my mind in this message
Of either vindication or virulent codependency,
With either pretense my name is upon
The dotted line, cosigning this dissent.
It matters not where my influence lay.
Who listens, and who may do as I say.
My only concern I to briefly appeal
To some vague aesthetic ideal that I feel.
And I think it may be important.
Because I feel it. And it is so alive.
Categories:
extremity, art, beauty, blessing, for
Form:
Classicism
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:
extremity, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
In youth, vacations lent my Summers wings
and Christmas gilded wintertime in gold.
I've aged (a bit) and love my Falls and Springs
for landing in between too hot or cold.
In time, I've learned it doesn't pay to be
too up or down, too rich or poor, too round
or thin. Avoiding each extremity,
I balance life by seeking middle ground.
I used to have my weight control down pat,
then physical exertion simply froze.
I'm somewhere south of fit and north of fat;
my muscles shrink yet still my middle grows.
As seasons come and go, I grow more sage;
I know the meaning now of "middle" age.
Categories:
extremity, age,
Form:
Sonnet
Will my rock in the ocean
float to my rescue,
am I yet to choose ?
Feathers sink like feathers
as only feathers can.
Thick, soft, gentle green grass
and sands, or sands,
charming, benevolent, clean as I recall,
and waters, or waters,
warm, cool, moving unseen,
and winds, or winds,
no longer would they sadden me.
Cold, as if a blanket, no longer torment
to my most naked extremity.
My rock at ocean's bottom
calmly bides its time,
as if somehow I could choose.
24th October 2018
Categories:
extremity, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
A bulging extremity,
a feminist integrity,
a swaggering centipede,
the cops arresting me,
my dick the right size,
the bang coming out of your eye's,
the sensitivity upon demise,
the dew and dripping from the sky's,
the eagerness of eloping,
the magnitude of doping,
the honesty of groping,
scattering scorpions glowing and scoping.
Categories:
extremity, graduation, growing up, heart,
Form:
Imagism
I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as I push every extremity to the very breaking point. I let my mind wonder to the past, where my family was butchered and mutilated when I was 10 years old. I lost everything I loved and anything that mattered to me, but my passion. Revenge echoes in my mind over and over, like the rumbling of thunder in the summer storms when they pass. Revenge against those who could do the things I’ve seen, beasts that slaughtered my whole family. I have spent years here, learning the warrior’s way, feeling the grunge and toils from everyday training.
My sword is now a part of my body, so swift and true. I can draw it sharply and silent to bring it up my enemy. I spin my body and crouch down low, dodging my enemy and thrusting my sword into his chest. My body has become one single weapon for me to use. My mind is sharp and ready for the challenges of all those who oppose me. I will fight for honor and what is right and damnation to those who are evil and selfish. In the distance a voice echoes in my ears, “Piiid!” “Pid!” This sound grows louder as I strain my muscles and sharpen my skills. “PIIIDDD!!!” “HAULT!” and then I realize that master Baracus has been calling me. Turning around, I see Baracus standing there with a puzzled look on his face. He is a tall elder man with a chiseled chin and scars across both cheeks. His skin tone is deep red from the Sun’s scorching heat of the day. His balding head has traces of white hair around each side and the tunic of a trainer is all black with gold trim. His deep blue eyes gaze upon me in frustration, “You must focus on all things around you Pid, you will leave yourself open to attack without it”.
Baracus turns to walk towards the shelter as he mumbles various curses at me. “You young bucks have no attention and focus” as he slowly walks to sit down. “I was focused on my training you old goat” I persist. As we both sit down, he makes his brittle response, “Damn young blood makes poor fertilizer for our fields” as we both bellow with laughter. He is my mentor and trainer, but most of all he took me in and called me his son. He has trained me in the way of the warrior and what it means to be honorable and noble.
Categories:
extremity, adventure, war, me, body,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
THE CONFEDERATE STATES OF AMERICA SPEAK
(IN REMEMBRANCE OF CONFEDERATE SOLDIER ALBERT PORTER)
They were brainwashed by the White man.
Persuaded that slavery had ended.
However, still oppressed for twenty-some more years and when true freedom was known, therein, manifested racism.
Now, they shout the Confederate Flag yet hangs.
It needs to be brought down.
Forget the bloodshed of the Southern White man because the Union represents autonomy to all citizens.
In video-media clips, they live.
Georgia, Alabama, and South Carolina in the sixties.
In the North, everything is calm, except the riot that took place in Detroit, Michigan.
The Civil War did what for whom?
It was the White man’s blood pool.
To put the White man in colored lives that way…
To dictate what I say and not what I do…
Makes the averred fraught today's damned fools.
Now, they shout bring the Confederate Flag down from that pole.
Union White won the Civil War.
The Confederacy is forever gone.
Archive that got damned symbol.
We are the Confederate States of America.
That which demarcates the freedoms known.
We lost no more lives than the Union Army.
We receded because we were killing our own.
The Union would kill until this great nation was destroyed.
So we ask: "Why are you troubled by our flag?"
The historical era is represented equally.
The Confederate flag drapes from that extremity because we are a people that posited an economy of free will.
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Written April 16, 2016!
Categories:
extremity, america, appreciation, birth, black
Form:
Dramatic Verse
TEMPTATION'S TOUCH
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His palm soothes the ridges
Furrowed in her starlight skin
Her masseur, he replenishes
Each and every aching extremity
The chiming bells of his strokes
Ring again and again
Summoning her to his lair
Collaged in deep affinity
Her rock solid attraction
Draws her savory soul
Into a lustrous world
She's never seen nor known
A vibrant virgin caressed
Then clasped by her first
Drowns her soul in his lake
To diffuse her thirst
Heaven's hallowed sheet
At last drops her drapes
Unveiling her cast concealed
Behind the stage
Lines from her script
Long lavished in capes
Sifts and locks his eyes
Embellished by each page
Chastity's cloud exiles
Then expurgates her existence
Extracted by he who
Extricated her innocence
Alive and awake, she shows
Herself just the same
Fluorescent radiant flower
Who bears a different name
Restlessly she reclines
Atop her apple green ground
While her heart percussions
Her wedded lover's sound
Each tantalizing twine
Designs his touch so sweet
Tightly tying the tongue
Of the tasting rose
Flooded in fervent favor
From Gehenna's heat
Deteriorating the stem
Decimating her pose
Categories:
extremity, christian, corruption, evil, sin,
Form:
Concrete
I open my eyes and beauty I see
For breath of love is a joy for me;
A strong heart make me strong
Wisdom and care shall cure the wrong.
I shall guide my tired and ailing pace
As I await anxiously to see her face;
Fear of love vanished and joyfully I stand
For my loving extremity is in your ardor land.
Will this be all complete joy for me?
Shall I be complete and jealousy free?
Breath of my love, her heart is mine
Her beauty sparkles should be in a shrine;
I shall follow her love all the way
No evil darkness in my heart will stay.
No need for doubt, love show no fear
While my respect for you to persevere.
Categories:
extremity, emotions,
Form:
Couplet
Sleepeth thou darkling,
fade....
How privy thy existence made,
to shade the feathered extremity
thy plumage gave;
a kiss unto pools sleeping
white at noon....
neath bowers in waking rain,
through arbors, dripping and brawn
The black swan returns again,
('tis no shame to love him so)
Seeker of the serfs;
with slow power he fends her,
such flight to beating wing,
to dawn never ending
(seizing watery throne)
Thou art royal among the waters
and scarlet skies make pink
thy billowed white hues;
Little boats of lovers sigh
your white-spirit near
How good omen fosters good cheer ----
How blessed they feel your presence
here,
grace upon the gentle waves
There is black among the pond,
sable Lord from Melbourne;
his speech unruly and red,
Likened his beak with surly scarlet
throngs,
how honest his nature bequeathed
(how darkling his arbors met)
floating in the nestles, watching
with spring-fed breeze
And she to him, a Queen of fair hope:
" Shall I call thee white love? "
said he
Keith O.J. Hunt (C) 2014
Categories:
extremity, love, nature, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
Deathless Aches, Heart's Desires
Thoughts of Heart are as mystical ships that traverse
Ranging amidst the restless ocean ways,
Their crimson prows surging through the sunrise,
Their golden sails adream in evening haze.
Thoughts of broken spirit wander sadly
Unfriendly waters; raging, storm-shattered they roam;
Sea-reft their beauty, moaning all their music,
No haven dares to call them home.
Far sundered are their soundings, far diverging
Magic winds that sing their course,
For some may find the Hesperides, but others,
Those far, sad and dark islands of Remorse.
There they may safely harbor, dark as hell's morn
Awaiting in that cradle, where deathless aches are born!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2015
Note- Non-traditional sonnet, archaic messaging.
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(A) "adream"--Webster's Third New International Dictionary
adream adjective
Etymology: a- (I) + dream, v.
dreaming
old people motionless and adream
- See more at: http://findwords.info/term/adream#sthash.UnF3w8ZI.dpuf
(B) "reft" ---A past tense and a past participle of reave.
reave
rev/
verbarchaic
carry out raids in order to plunder.
rob (a person or place) of something by force.
"reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast"
steal (something).
source- https://encrypted.google.com/#q=reave+definition
(C) "sundered"--sun·der
's?nd?r/
verbliterary
past tense: sundered; past participle: sundered
split apart.
"the crunch of bone when it is sundered"
synonyms: divide, split, cleave, separate, rend, sever, rive
"his father and he were sundered by religious differences"
(D) Hesperides--Definition of HESPERIDES. 1. : a legendary garden at the western extremity of the world producing golden apples. 2. : the nymphs in classical mythology who guard with the aid of a dragon a garden in which golden apples grow.
Hesperides | Definition of Hesperides by Merriam-Webster
www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/HesperidesMerriam-Webster
Categories:
extremity, art, creation, heart, mythology,
Form:
Sonnet
Scope is the drink sans pleasure
That always burns a hole
And stings your gums -and have you heard
It's worse than vile gall
And Listerine is more absurd
And sure your tongue to harm
Yet mouthwash wasn't meant to hurt
Like an acidic storm
Therefore imbibe with caution and
You'll find that you agree
Another beverage there ne'er will be
So full of caustic glee
For Brian Strand's "Adaption" contest
Parody of Poem #254 - "Hope" by Emily Dickinson
Poem #254 by Emily D ickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Categories:
extremity, funny
Form:
Light Verse
Amid, amid, amid, amid,
In the middle,
Between never and everlasting,
A haven for people idle,
A place that never is.
Began and built in imagination,
By ones who avoid
The cheap price of success,
Yet convinced they belong to success.
And they fall free to an imagination.
Calling the world unfair,
They become unfair to themselves.
Average... noise so mute,
Attractive albeit neuter.
No man's choice,
No woman's choice,
What no man chooses,
That's not chosen,
That which exists dependent,
Weary of good extremity,
Shy of feats are you Mr./Mrs. Average.
Sometime, One day,
Your place will grow fire
And you, the refuge of many
Will take refuge extreme.
Those to whom success is strange,
To whom failure is a never go,
What shall decorate your death?
True men die beautiful, joyful,
All efforts employed,
Owing nothing to the world.
Thing one
Success and failure are friends,
They come and go together.
To live average is to live a coma,
Absent in the universe.
A refugee who offers refuge
Means two-times death.
Revive memory, recover glory.
Way to go, give you for free:
The light at the end,
Deceiving it usually be,
Bravery, confidence is the tool,
Hold firm onto virtue,
Principle principal
In a battle won at conception.
Overcome seduction of incidence,
Run towards misfortune, failure,
The black that obscures hope.
Win the big enemy at the beginning,
Live good everlasting.
Leave the middle, play at the edges,
Where man makes choice.
Far from the refugee camp, from average,
All are free, failing or succeeding,
Each given to elect,
Would elect freedom.
None is wrong to do.
Categories:
extremity, inspirational, universe,
Form:
Free verse