Best Glosses Poems
time heals or so they say
gives the illusion of comforting
barely ~ it merely glosses over
at best of times dulls our suffering
we learn to live with pain
grin and bear the heartache
we befriend shadows in the dark
through the night that keep us awake
we manage to calm the beast
though it feeds on our broken heart
we manage somehow to coexist
so it doesn’t fully tear us apart
we understand that time can be our ally
if we learn to cope as best we can
we remember to not give up
so must get back on the caravan
we tolerate inevitable fluctuations
bravely ride the waves of emotion
we welcome nature’s cycles
connect with land and ocean
we embrace our role
within this universe sublime
as we invite peace within
and treasure the miracle of time
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on May 24, 2021 for contest TIME sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 5TH
Categories:
glosses, appreciation, grief, inspirational, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).
Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her mother’s warmth and faced against frailties,
She left behind her father’s ires and raced against entelechies.
She brought with her those memories,
At once she wailed and bemused she smiled
She brought with her those glosses, palled in her eyes.
Left behind her rainbow and lived in blues
She smiles in low, her eliding Jodhpuri days.
Felled by griefs when thought of those kites at mackerel sky
Her heart yelled mutely at the Marwar soothed musical bliss fly.
There she drew by the Nagaur Turban and adorned faunae
Ceased by arts of jugglers, puppeteers and spread her wings with the winter newbie.
Revived with these memories she framed her ethnic hospitality
Multihued costumes and the aura of the folk dances attired by the society.
The copious finesse graced by palatable cuisine
Kachori, mirchibada and panchkuta are edible by.
Her blue eyes sobbed by her memories of palship
A walkover by the Balasammand lake
One will pass by the bird of Juno by the lush greenery.
The Sunset splashed with spectacular colours,
She enjoyed those days passing by the blue hills and envying canvas.
Retraced by the red sandstone and columnar, spire temples
She sketched her agone days with those prayers
Devoted towards the Shrine, deities and heroes of decades forgone.
Her heart thumped by her memories of gossips
Becharmed by the Forts and palaces,
The bygone era still reminds the battles fought
Witnesses still stand still by the chronicle held upon.
Lost by these memories colorful
She vivified in her vignettes
She brought up herself with the city
And she slept by the daydream known as Sun City.
Dated: 16/01/2010
Note: This poem is dedicated to my Jr. Miss Rajni
Categories:
glosses, art, dedication, depression, devotion,
Form:
Classicism
Dependable Defender Jésus Christ of Nazareth Football Club
This morning lost His appeal for the red card He received
During His side game with the highly rated Pharisees
He’ll be unavailable for their match against the Sadducees
He was sent off by no-nonsense referee Pontius Pilate
For defeating a host of Principalities and Powers
The Club failed to have the decision overturned by the Jurisdiction
He will therefore be sentenced to death by crucifixion
The ‘Special One’ is to make no comment on the decision
After Herod Disciplinary Committee dismissed the club’s appeal
Jésus offered Himself as a *Sacrificial Lamb* for a collective guilt
On the football club’s recent sloppiness and wilt
The Stalwart Defender's Penalty
Will begin with a physical torture
Followed by carrying a heavy rugged cross
Is the Disciplinary Committee right? Make your gloss
GLOSSES FOR JESUS LOSES RED CARD APPEAL :
Tony Taylor writes, March 28th…2:17
A typical King Herod Decision!
I think the decision needs a
Gary Neville writes, March 28th….2:19
Watching Jésus on the field is immensely enjoyable
This Rock from Nazareth is just unconquerable
Rashford writes, March 28th….3:15
Corrupt official! Corrupt leader
All they care is 30 pieces of silver
Major Buckley writes, March 28th…3:17
HE CAN’T GO AWAY WITH IT!
CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY HIM! I submit
Nana Ama writes, March 28th…..4:17
The decision by ref Pontius Pilate was very harsh
Jésus triumphed! And He did it with great panache
Wolf writes, March 28th….5:15
The blame must lay with Judas and McCoy
Surely it’s their fault not Jésus. Sorry boy!
Omar writes,March 28th….. 6:17
You’re an idiot’s wolf!
This Jesus should go play golf!
Crucify Him sir! Crucify Him! I rest my case
Jonathan Reid writes, March 28th…7:17
I personally think Herod can’t rescind the red card
We talking football politics. He didn't tackle too hard
Leave your gloss in the box below
Categories:
glosses, best friend, betrayal, bible,
Form:
Quatrain
With much trepidation I visited the local "hair stylist" today.
It was a "hair raising" experience as compared to barbers of yesterday!
'Twas thirty years since I'd heard the snip of a barber's shears,
Since my long-suffering wife had trimmed my hair for many years!
My hair had become somewhat bushy on the sides and nape,
So I needed her to thin it out and my sparse coiffure reshape!
I was the only guy there, suffering the ladies' intimidating gaze.
"Will this agony ever end?" I thought, for lack of a better phrase!
Displayed in her tidy shop were various creams, dyes and oils,
Plus a variety of glosses and shampoos to beautify the goils!
It took about five minutes for her to snip and groom my hair.
I paid eight bucks plus a paltry tip and scurried out of there!
Now, in the barber shops of old idled the usual jovial blokes,
As the barber recited a litany of the latest risque jokes.
On the walls he displayed posters of women scantily clad.
There was none of that in the "hair stylist's" shop to be had!
The barber shaved and powdered your neck among his amenities,
(After abiding rowdy razzing and very colorful profanities!")
You left his shop reeking of Vitalis and/or pungent bay of rum.
All of this for just six-bits - a nickel tip was the rule of thumb!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
glosses, funny, hair, hair,
Form:
Rhyme
“Stealers-Keepers” Questioned
By Elton Camp
If something has been stolen long enough
Then is it all right simply to keep the stuff?
The Guggenheim some art to Italy has sent
Illicit when bought, they had more than a hint
To the original owner, stolen stuff should go
At least United States law tells everyone so
Demands of owners have museums in a scare
Requests for return of what shouldn’t be there
Greece for return of the Elgin Marbles does speak
The way England got them of larceny does reek
Egypt, country of origin of the Rosetta Stone
Says it was an outrage how it came to be gone
If your fine automobile some crook should steal,
What if you should spot the thief behind the wheel?
“That property’s mine and I absolutely want it back.
And from you, you thief, I want to hear no slack.”
Will Mexico perhaps someday make a similar claim
“For stealing half our whole country you are to blame.”
We were told of “Manifest Destiny” back in school
It made American imperialism sound sort of cool
It glosses over an exercise in raw military powers
“People, what you have is now going to be ours.”
If, to endorse this idea, yourself you did first find
Did the idea about Mexico then change your mind?
It’s easy to be in favor of justice in the abstract
Not as much in the face of an inconvenient fact
On these controversies, I take no particular side
Demands are intensifying and are harder to hide
Categories:
glosses, history,
Form:
Rhyme
When evening red surrounds our dream
A varnished crown glosses the breeze;
To summon love's ascent, upstream
On river's bend as moist lips tease.
A varnished crown glosses the breeze
Here, stars wiggle in blazed delight;
On river's bend as moist lips tease
When embers of dusk flames the night.
Here, stars wiggle in blazed delight,
Through middle- age, we find pleasure
When embers of dusk flame the night--
As tide cradles this love, it's lure.
Through middle- age, we find pleasure
From gentle floats of a damp kiss
As tide cradles this love, it's lure--
While years ripple in fiery bliss.
Juli-Michelle's Contest
Rhyme Battle: Round 7 Written 6/17/2017
Categories:
glosses, age, love,
Form:
Pantoum
Secrets hide in playgrounds
Tall shadows for concealing
Sandboxes glow all around
Gloom feeds off feelings
Bad dreams pose as fakes
Old lies parade and glare
Shame glosses most mistakes
Loneliness mixes with despair
Secrets hide in playgrounds
Empty words drop and roll
Silence screams clear and loud
Sins and gin drink up lost souls
Hearts burn on dirty grills
Hope teeters on edge of display
Promises tunnel into hills
Tomorrow slides in another day
Secrets hide in playgrounds
Waiting patiently to be found
March 13, 2018
Categories:
glosses, angst, conflict, dark, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
flights of yellow glosses lucid east wind,
spreading pollen
Monoku Contest
Categories:
glosses, spring,
Form:
Monoku
she, who in a moment of self-realization,
looked in the mirror & saw that the lips that she
was shuffled accidentally by evolution
(just as you got big feet & the next got deep brown eyes)
were not up to code in her book,
that is,
she decided that her life in general would improve &
possibly become more of an overall positive matter if she
took it upon herself to
get collagen injected into her lips.
she was done lip scrubbing
she was done rubbing her lips raw with salt & cayenne pepper
she was sick of lining her lips with lip-liner
she had tried every lip plumper that she could find
she was sick of drawing round them with nude lipsticks &
stinging them with “bee-stung” lip glosses---
she’d done all that she could & still to no avail,
those lips only echoed the age that she was feeling
creeping into her life like the reaper himself.
this morning she looks into the mirror & licks them,
convinced that anne, eva, liv, scarlett, jessica, keira, rosario,
monica, angelina & jennifer all have nothing on her,
she walks proudly into the life that she feels she can lead
again & yet while getting her hair done,
the vultures stare at her in envy---
they try & eat away at her like in nature when having just discovered a fresh kill,
but she endures, she thrives.
deeply breathing in the day,
sexy & anew---
she has taken it upon herself to spit in the face of evolution
to modify her own existence
to sculpt herself into what makes her feel better & though
the judgmental may stare
they may in fact feel that they have the right to condemn---
still,
she licks those pixy sticks now on the train,
on planes &
she enjoys every minute of enticement---
having chosen self-creation over self-destruction,
she does not look back.
Categories:
glosses, life, life, life, may,
Form:
Free verse
Ornament glosses the meaning
Metaphor displaces by dreaming
Emblems contain,then extend hereabout
So now,go figure it out.
Categories:
glosses, imagination, on writing and
Form:
Quatrain
Polish
by Michael R. Burch
Your fingers end in talons—
the ones you trim to hide
the predator inside.
Ten thousand creatures sacrificed;
but really, what's the loss?
Apply a splash of gloss.
You picked the perfect color
to mirror nature's law:
red, like tooth and claw.
I thought about titling or subtitling this one “A mini-ode to manicure” but thought better of it. Please note that this poem is not about female predators or lipstick and nail polish, per se, but the way the human race “glosses over” its predatory nature. We may appear to be “civilized” with our constant grooming and high fashion, but what are we doing to the planet and its other inhabitants? I suspect many animals facing climate change/global warming and possible extinction would prefer less "civilization."
Categories:
glosses, animal, culture, earth, environment,
Form:
Free verse
The Brick Sayer
Tim is painting outside since it’s raining inside
Stroke upon cuddle one step at unfolding time
One inch brush gently on 10 squares of façade
The wannabee Buddhist thing when life is no race
Brightening enlightening mud bricks with caress
Whitewashing if that may still be said in South Africa
Tom Sawyer comes to mind as he glosses the fence
Sells the privilege for an apple core and a toad but
Political correctness has long banned the Twain
Now he moves the artist bristles for fine edges
Bordering on the insane he chooses to not employ
masking tape as that could cheat mask and disclosure
The paint ceases to flow as Tim seizes his furthering day
Watching it dry is the hard part of soft meditation so he
Desists and refrains but insists that some wall has vanished
25th July 2018
Categories:
glosses, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Time, chameleon illusion–
glosses over each hurtful slur
corralling each warm memory
to morph the past to one grey blur.
Emotional paralysis
senses dulled from desolation.
Suddenly comes along the buoy
in the middle of an ocean.
You found me or did I find you
against the odds we two should meet
neither looking, just two souls lost
--love, the mystery bittersweet.
The rules have changed along the way
yet, neath the rubble, fires dwell.
It is a game well worth the play
Knowing romance can cast its spell.
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on March 29, 2022 for contest FORM L - LAY sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
glosses, life, love, relationship, romance,
Form:
Lay
SOCIAL PEACOCK
Playing the audience
The peacock struts
How daintily and deftly
He swans around weaving intrigue
Flattering all
The kiss of a hand or an awaiting cheek
Done to perfection
Him who knows the value of each person to him
Knows how to please
The machinations of a society full of gossip
And intrigue are his tools of trade
Used to solicit maximum gain
The wise are careful
The not yet burnt
Flock to his ever awaiting arms
His guile
His flavoursome words
His hollow airs of concern
Are the skin deep glosses
That his fickle crowd adores
Categories:
glosses, people,
Form:
Imagism
The August breeze drifts with the scent of night hours
When carnations glitter through an inner fire
Their perfume releasing musk upon bowers
And dragonflies unveil their orange attire.
Lively the gala among vivid flowers
While robins tweet… dulcet notes climbing higher;
As portrait of summer glosses a blazed moon
To inflame ardent hearts like a lover’s tune!
For Barry Stebbings’ Picture Me A Summer Rispetto
Checked via howmanysyllables.com 7/21/2018
Categories:
glosses, beauty, image, summer,
Form:
Rispetto