Best Geometrical Poems
Written: March 28, 2024 For Constance La France Contest
Quote: (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.) Marcel Proust
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Slumber unwinds within crinkled cellophane,
Enigmatic visions come to life and sustain.
Geometrical shapes skin to pyramids, expand,
Cruising fairies sing through shimmering sand.
Hey, Captain! Ferry sails across any hurdle,
A searing streak splits the sky as a starved squirrel.
A prize is won, dock shuts, and crowds cheer,
At night, memories of you come back so near.
Delicate spiderwebs hang as stars in the sky,
Mozart hands waltz ivory piano keys sigh.
Galaxy emits a lambent, milky-white light,
Tapestry Highways sails by my a quilted sight.
A cosmic queen embarks on a cynosure journey,
Slicing over a glistening ocean during night mercy.
Colorful pathways in the sky are formed by sea swirls,
Mermaids glide fluffy waves of glistening pearls.
Behold a sturdy sail, a tough and bold ship, oh heart!
As bleak as the gnomes at dawn, it's time to depart!
On deck, the skipper is fierce and red-dripping,
Meanwhile, my soul lingers in frigid buds snipping.
Captain! Rise and hear chimes; to you, a flag raised,
You gained fights and flights, and doves amazed.
The ship has sailed safely and fulfilled its voyage,
He gulped distance, sea, time, and buoyage.
It was a time of jubilation and feelings of love,
During spell hour, they shone brightly from above.
Dived in the chaotic bliss of love, this waned,
In a misty past, the spirit soared and stained.
Rivers rush down slopes, and peaks loom tall,
Rafters ride via waterfalls as bridges never fall.
Deer graze in fields, and craftsmen, work away,
Sweets and meals sizzle on burner, made to stay.
Chili, pasta, beans, and maize are all we need,
The Alpine guy eats grits, Angus, and meat, indeed.
Riders hold on tight with flying manes and fish dives,
West Virginia alpine star twinkles and jives.
Categories:
geometrical, adventure, voyage,
Form:
Rhyme
valentine's day...
all geometrical figures
tend to be heart shaped
© kash poet
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Categories:
geometrical, romance, school,
Form:
Haiku
Magic is everywhere, but stage magicians,
have no clue, as to what it really is.
Magic built our universe.
That something so complex, as the universe,
could be born of a few elements of pure…magic.
That, intelligent organisms can grow,
from carbon and evolve; that’s magic.
A flower, bush or a tree, unfolding from a seed;
that’s magic.
Real magic; the nature of everything.
An atom, cell, molecule of DNA…magic.
The Visica Pisces in the seed of life,
gives birth to the flower of life.
Metatron’s cube is geometrical magic.
That, all that exists, is composed of numbers;
real magic.
Ideas are born of, dream magic.
Whole civilizations, are birthed into existence by…
dream magic.
Magical wonders, reflected in young eyes;
stir the emotions and captivate the senses.
Scientists…magicians…they’ve no idea,
of how real magic works.
The magic that creates all life,
is beyond known physics;
metaphysics and its comprehension’
lie in hidden realms, where human ego,
blocks science from going.
The real magicians;
those who dare to cross the line,
ego has drawn,
are persecuted and maligned by colleagues.
As magical history unfolds,
wisdom is revealed.
The same science that says:
“humans use only one third of their brain capacity”;
all too swiftly, negate the other two thirds.
Society, self-limiting;
minimizes its own knowledge;
its own magical existence.
Doubt is a game, played by fools;
while belief, is the magical wonderland,
of materializations; yet to manifest.
What exists. in the imaginations magic hat…exists.
Just wave the wand of belief and produce.
Skeptitis, is an overwhelming malady.
Its swollen tendrils,
have kept the world in,
stagnation; far too long.
Belief is the only cure;
the magic of faith,
does move mountains.
Categories:
geometrical, imagery, inspiration, life, magic,
Form:
Prose
On a pale July winter
I danced with the last Princess
In the middle of a sordid one room...
So long after sunset and so far from dawn
The smell of tomorrow burnt and tempting
I warmed my frozen fingers between her thighs
When life gave us more losses than victories
Our veins pumping arrogant blood
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather
I had the hope her & I would end up together
I prayed we would grow grey together
Like cannibals reciting shrewed poetry
we danced to the rhythm of our conniving hearts
Our shivering skins shedding off of our ripe skeletons
I listened to her soft bones move like wet clay
I loved her more than sharks love innocent blood
Had her caged in the un-democracy of my frigid hands
Her shivering skin whispering dirty talk to mine
Her breath on my breath, taking the carbon from your lungs
Her fingers like syringes sucking oxygen off of my hemoglobin
We danced our sorrows to Ron Pope and Emelli Sande
Sundays we cuddled all day stuck on alphas
Taking steps back and looked at the bigger picture
Bound by no allegiances before the cliques and fake friends
We danced the pain to the curve
There were no distances we couldnt measure
No numbers louder than we could raise our voices
But we danced in geometrical fractions
Our feet uncaged from our ankle sockets
Ignoring the checkerboards in the morality of our peers
Like vampires running through mystical forests
We danced to the echoes of our miserable days
The anthems hummed by our oppressive government
That conspired to make us choose, need or want
My cataracts starred at her soul
Her soul spoke six languages to my heart and
We danced, with our faces like dominoes
Entagled like flamingoes at birth
Each moment became an equation of cosines
Before we lost it all, we danced!!
Categories:
geometrical, africa, anniversary, pain, passion,
Form:
Ballad
From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.
Categories:
geometrical, allegory, art, black african
Form:
Ode
Geometrical,
Math'matical poetry.
Hmm…Lobachevsky?
Geometrics &
Math'matics & Poetics
Think Lobachevsky.
Well. How 'bout Riemann?
Zeta function says it all.
How's that, professor?
Categories:
geometrical, math
Form:
Haiku
Mentally dissect
My lyrical dialect
Cause my psychological
Philosophical context
Is an channel you have to check
Digest the concept
I profess
See how the geometrical lines connect
We not parallel
They same great minds think alike like we share the same cells
My brain waves is a storm of tornadoes
Whirling together to create the embryo
Biblical credentials say the body is a temple
An the mind is sound
The fundamentals or essential
Purpose of my well being is to be presentful
An image rememorable because my existence is once to be found
GOD holds my crown
But the devil is permissible to be around
My lyrical material I write down
Comes from the instrumental grounds of the sounds my mind listens to
I'm a instrument
Categories:
geometrical, art, fire, poetry, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
My belly of thoughts clings to my backbone
Never hungry, always starving of poetry
Which can not exactly capture your spotlessness
Mama learned me this knowledge of nature:
A full stomach of ideas suffocates the mind of reasons
And hypocritical bellies are full of garbage ideologies
Since them, couldn't set my vision on hypocritical niceties
'Cos the feast of my soul is set on your poetic face of grace
Capturing poetic elegance in your anatomy on the cross
From your delicate hot bruised features
The geometrical contours of your thorn crowned head
Down to the neat flow of double curve network of blood
Concave and convex, across each ripe cheek
Flowing down into a pool at the foot of Golgotha
Scholars may wear poetic finery to capture your imagery
Though learned, am not versed in the cult of literature
As for me, I petition my soul to impress you most
When I shade clothing of poetic religio-fanatical complexity
And paint your elegance without haste or delay
With the brush of my artistic nagging thoughts
As sweet as the spray of frankincense on your tender skin
I have fallen in love with your words like art
And I have nothing else to offer save these silly words
Which I know is not good enough for a Heavenly Prince
'Cos I thought of you as an Immortal Prince come to life
And myself as a lousy, clumsy mortal being
Unaccountably granted the gift of your notice
Am determined to woo you with all my soul's poetry
And determined to wash my soul with thy tidal waves of devotion
And as I again have nothing else worthwhile to offer
I make a gift to thee of my Zaccheaus heart
Categories:
geometrical, religious, , literature,
Form:
Ode
senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is a plane in a prism. A pram. Circling. But not a curdled crisp. Boot not a rebooted tooting train. For trains are teams and team is neither a steam locomotive nor a mystified heron on a penny farthing. Part board part hoard and a collapsing crash of hands. Figure a fakery is an idiomatic meaning of a didactic form of unilaterally placed flowers. And the beak says hi. But not before the fire arrives in a bowl of plankton. At noon. In a square. If travelling in a circular ship travel light and only carry one tray, one mug, a beaker, a wheel, and a supernaturally charged frog. Interesting to note how the enhanced forms of wit is involved in intergalactic war games. Playing on a two ton tea towel. Very very heavy. Heavy rock and heavy metal is in a school eating cereal at the back of a classroom. Haha. And the deafening boom of bell brings balls to halls and hallowed singing in a line. Youth yawn yearly. And a little micro dot of a hedgehog plays the bass guitar with a sparrow, a nine foot semi eroded dustbin, a mentally disturbed earwig, a corrupted cucumber, and a non digestible house brick. Wow. Such enlightenment from a factory of frozen peas. Hahaha the wine is in the winds. Hahaha message board secret speaking to a pen. Hahaha number of stolen goods dancing with the police. How apolitical and jar of gold coasting coats. Xxxxx Palladian ponies. Xxxxx geometrical gnome. Xxxxx synchronous swanky swans. X uncharacteristically z z z z z. At 689% of a slice of pear cider. Personified x
Categories:
geometrical, april, arabic, art, august,
Form:
Satan tormentor of my dreams;
Deep into that darkness avalanche;
On that day my soul grew in ambers;
Lit on fire condemning---
Once upon this brilliants midnight silent;
I confess between you and me;
Both profess being ungodly;
But you no longer get my praise;
I now relinquish my chains;
Bound to hell only you not me, Satan GET THEE BEHIND ME…
I awoke and flung the HEET;
Instead I uncovered the sunshine heaven’s lined peace;
It threw its Satan’s ghost against the winds
Chaotic demons through which came sweltering, sweltering, sweltering…
They are perfumed from unseen kinds;
And the storms never shaping time;
But in the fact that it was cheeping;
Take thy static from out my heart peeping;
You warned me about the upstart;
Get out, Satan Get out;
Deep into that darkness twisting;
While I pondered, geometrical and existing;
And the downdrafts never tapping;
It was happening, just believe it-it’s happening;
Remembering many benign, crooked descents;
It threw its ghost against the disturbances;
The dynamic brought such sorrow;
Death shall bring slopes, fallen shadows;
I have dreamed further of the infernos;
I ask God this is not where I want to go;
Deep into that darkness ramping
Suddenly I see a light…
I hold on to Jesus tight;
That moment my soul grew benevolent;
I walked through HelL,
but I didn’t stay there;
Hallelujah! Heaven now awaits
4/09/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
geometrical, analogy, assonance, death, humanity,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Out of the Box
In symmetrical symmetries lies the cradle of creation
For we are the residual residue of ancient agnation
As we look through the looking geometrical glass
We see the pinnacle primeval majestic mass
Of vastness vibrations in reality illusions
The Golden Mean of symmetry’s solutions
All is revealed in the cosmic cube of Metatron
Matriarchal manifestations of the dimensional dawn
Spiritual spiral strings of Sacred Geometry
All things equal in the synchronized symphony
Like a jumping Jack inside the bilateral box
We take a peak when Heaven kindly knocks.
Updated...
Dec.28.2016
Out of the Box - Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
geometrical, identity, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
The Godly green grass grows gently as it greets the great giant garden...
The green giant garden generously gives gifts of gazing glimpses glistening...
The green goblin guilty gawking garnishes the gamma rays...
The green geometrical leaves gather gangly galore...
The glittering glossy green gem glows glamorously...
The green gabardine greets her gorgeous gentlemen...
Goodbye Green...
March.02.2016 For contest
Categories:
geometrical, art, fun, metaphor, muse,
Form:
Free verse
spider web strung out
geometrical design...
golden ripe pear falls
Categories:
geometrical, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Ride over 4000000000 mountains on a baked tray
Times a tide,
Divide a ride,
Equal to no one is the writhe of a sprite,
In a whirl of a rotating rhombus,
Is the real
The reality of an equilateral is the lathe of a scimitar
For no reason look beyond the y and see an x but never see a z
For that is the simultaneous division of a chime
And chimichangas do not dine they light and heat
So never ask one to tea accompanied with a clinking cyclic cube
For cubic dimensions are often multiplied by vertices of a vertical stagnant swerve
And a swerve is not a serve nor a serving nor a swear word either
Hither is the hidden and the hidden call out “hide” and then the hide becomes a rational game of geometrical germinations
Theories have tongues
Tongues have tangents
Is anyone really a triangle though?
Or any other shape really?
Is that all rather rhythmical
And rhyme is the masterful preparation akin to chop chop chopping a line of fresh vegetables for a dinner,
Foregone conclusion with or without a calculator
No test or exam could predict an pout of an outcome
Best learn chart chants then.
Lean no learning on a linguistic linguine pant tray
Option no a b c d e f g h on exponential journeys
For exponential journeys to the central locational key are best achieved through the petals of a rose
And that was the prediction of key and after thoughts of a signal erosion
Oh dear
Well that either said or did not say
Prehaps it is better if the pitter patter of the rain fell in awkward shaped
Misshaped misshaped
Times a tide,
Divide a ride,
Equal to no one is the writhe of a sprite,
In a whirl of a rotating rhombus,
Is the real
And that is the duty of the drag. The dog. The daring. And the dutiful. And the diligent daboecia whose eyes see no one but a little stick in the air. WOW what an isoamyl acetate that is to smell and taste.
Z Ornithogalum adseptentrionesvergentulum Z at 19 cantering wildebeest looking at 21 biscuits Z
Categories:
geometrical, age,
Form:
Tiny grains of silica, sifted into colorful patterns.
Colored sands in geometrical shapes; a mandala forms.
The spirit designs what the hands create; sand paintings.
Categories:
geometrical, art, nature, poems, poetry,
Form:
Sijo