Best Grouping Poems
Of all the flowers- it is the rose I love the best,
And the most beautiful to me is the color red;
In my journals sweet red roses I have pressed,
Cover me with roses red when I am laying dead.
Oh, let me take my beloved flower up above,
At my bed in a vase are red roses drooping;
This flower is forever death and is deep love,
So lovely- I truly adore this cut rose grouping.
In my last gasp let me hold one to my lips,
Remember me dears when you happen upon a rose;
I will hold this beauty until my hand slips,
Lay a rose on my tomb- but first hold it close.
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August 5, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Red Roses
Copyright Protected, ID 16-814-361-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Flower Of Attraction
sponsor, Rick Parise
Seventh Place
Categories:
grouping, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
Vintage Retro Period
As for our periods of furniture–
not sure if Vintage Retro's one!
However, since I spanned so many years,
it seems to me this should be done!
My influence can still be seen in homes.
Some people often think it strange,
to cling to my old Vintage Retro look
and never want to make a change.
So pleased my unique period ruled well –
for thirty years I did endure!
My decades had a flavor of their own–
so powerful was my allure!
My special time was dominated by
the colors green, orange, and gold;
Formica, Lucite, vinyl, walnut, chrome –
outstanding – very sleek and bold.
My Vintage Retro period – well-loved
by most – did fade away, its true.
Still Retro-furnished homes are so enjoyed
by visitors who get a view.
My long-remembered items bring a crowd
at Vintage Retro store displays!
The prices paid are unbelievable –
so pleased I'm worth much more these days!
To prove my point, you might take time to see
the photo grouping up above!
My Vintage Retro gems still grace their home
forever more for them to love!
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Contest: Punctuation Personified
Theme: Period Furniture
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 10/06/2015
Note: Vintage Retro means actually made in '50s, '60s or '70s
The term Retro by itself can mean old but also newly made to look like old
Vintage Retro includes: Mid-Century, Mid-Century Modern, and Danish Modern styles
Categories:
grouping, home, today, tribute,
Form:
Personification
Savage whims of winter
that bring freezing rain
unrestrained
in a sky re-grouping
flaired forceful with the cold
Ice coated, leaf-less trees that bend
like old men over their canes
Trees from an underworld,
frigid
brutally hobbled by their rich, new coating
Maple trees,
heavy
that seem to weep with worry
Glaze baked into branches that gleam
in sober sunlight
like a church lit by candles
Ice that flickers with sorrow and beauty
a crystal knave
inviting awe and repulsion
for sheeted frost that veils the landscape
Refracted light,
glistening
to fill the cramped chill of winter
Still life stiffened that crackles and hisses
when the wind blows
An icy, lush world that loiters in our minds,
stealthily
to shimmer in our slumber
Poem composed: December 17, 2020
Categories:
grouping, environment, nature, tree, weather,
Form:
Free verse
A Strong Unity give us the Power to Move Mountain Together
Many hands can make the works lighter and everything will be faster, so if there is too much work then the only solution is to increase volume of manpower, rather than facing it alone.
When we can combine all the personal thought into actions, then we should be able to perform our task in an organized way.
Cooperation is needed but it is often very far from us, because most people in our society are now prefer to work individually.
We hardly seen anyone wants to share their financial earning or victories, because most of the people only want to reap all the glory for themselves and that is the usual arrangement of the earthlings at this time.
The selfish behavior shown is due to their thinking of they are too important already, this also indicates how difficult the world now and it will lead them to nowhere.
The younger generation has no more respect for the elderly, but they forget that those are precisely who they learn their past experience of life from, in many years of their life.
Everyone wants to be in their own way, because there is almost no confidence between them through the experiences encountered from each other.
While if we work together, we will have a greater range of quantity sales to handle for more volume, thus we can easily move mountain, “strong together and united unbeatable.”
Grouping together is more fun and it gives more options, various thoughts from different manpower.will also increases the chances.
We are not only live for today, but why do some people only have shortsighted thinking and do not have a longer term on their vision.
Together as a unit, we will have the consensus strength and ability which is needed to move mountains within a shorter period.
Unity is working together towards achieving prosperity for a better future in harmony, so be wise.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
Categories:
grouping, poetry, poets,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Schmoozing and talking
A grouping of film type folk
In the crowd tonight.
Categories:
grouping, film,
Form:
Haiku
tulip tree
leaves of lime gold tinged with brown..
touched by cold 'oar's frost
nude pear tree
golden fruit lays 'pon ground wasted..
two mockingbirds fight
mockingbirds seek bugs
hidden amongst fruit 'pon ground...
yellow jacket stiff
Views from the porch..
A very short visit
Categories:
grouping, life, nature, fruit,
Form:
Haiku
Replace the desolate words I speak without intention
With my intended poetry – a burst of fresh light
In a forlorn bedroom filled with buckets of darkness!
As the world turns on its tilted axis
So does life, a rollercoaster of dreams
Created and crushed as a poor spider’s web
The spider spins her life’s work, a web
Food and survival her only intentions
She has no time for the flying mortal dreams
Of a world filled with goodness and light
No time for Allies, nor for an Axis
Who she can prevent from spreading the darkness
My life is spent in shadows and darkness
Waiting for the day when the spotlights are shined on my cobwebs
The only remaining things that will be of me, as I walk the low axis
Of countries grouping together with clear intention
To murder, pillage, and take over the light
Of innocent children, still sleeping with innocent dreams
All children quickly lose their dreams
When faced with the world and overwhelming darkness
They are too young to make their own light
And so spend their lives with the government’s web
Supplier of everything that happens, their intention
To create a worldwide alliance, one country, one axis
Young European unifications forming an axis
They have no clue about their true dreams
They have but one thing, that thing, intention
To expand, which every country labels darkness
But every country is entangled in the web
Of expansion and shining the religious light
I have never followed the religious light
And I understand the fighters of the Axis
All so sure, so believing in the government and the web
That by the end of it all, there were no dreams
Only an eerie, dying darkness
All the people died without any true intention
When there is intention, there is a fading light
The darkness desperately, wrongly produced by the Axis
Their pipe dreams stuck in the world’s web
Categories:
grouping, dark, light, world war
Form:
Sestina
Voracious Animals
Animals in nature are categorized by their feeding habits...
For the ferocious meat eaters, they are by nature carnivorous...
Their hapless preys, they are torn to pieces, gnawed and chewed....
There there are the plants feeders, the herbivores, munching and grazing in peace....
Caught between these two is the human species, meat and plants eating....
Mercilessly effective, humans devour meat and plants endlessly....
The human species, we are omnivorous in our feeding patterns....
But going viral, there is yet a 4th grouping in the human animal..
Umnovorous, a new breed of high powered and high flying human individuals...
Feeding brazenly on all kinds of money, perpetually thieving from the people...
Question remains, how do such gregarious animals feed...
Do they chew, gnaw or do they swallow complete...
All those ill gotten Malaysian Ringgit, heavens forbid?
Categories:
grouping, allegory, anxiety, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
Confidence fades away
Clothes to the wind
My cracking glass, the nightscape
Contorted into vixen reds and apparition dark
Seventeen
Kitsch eyes, as kitsch as a child
Crying in a kitchen scene over spilt milk
Shrinking under giant flaming wings of a morbid sun god
A flower in the rocks craving eleemosynary of sunlit droplets
Dew sticking heavy, a glue to papier-mâché the fine parasol
Poverty of any subtle scintella, a florid propinquity or velleity
Slinking into the puissant moon dust but with all the style
Of a dead inurement Sickert slick
My sui generis malapropisms
Cruel bowdlerization of a grouping wall and night
The hard outer shell of flesh
The ladybug, the thumb
The ladybird and stupid shibboleth.
_
Daffy, I said I'd write something called Bugsy :D
Categories:
grouping,
Form:
Free verse
There are concerts in the sky
playing cosmically on high—
be they grouping in formation
or harmonious creation,
fashioned synesthetically,
astro-energetically,
with conclusion or collusion,
stellar scenes in grand profusion,
gravitationally steady,
starry outbursts brilliant, heady,
like orchestral symphony
from the brass and tympani,
viols, woodwinds, (theoried strings),
to the charms a keyboard brings—
measureless concerti vast
merging present with the past
seamlessly, or so it seems,
as in firmaments of dreams…
~ Harley White
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Inspiration was from “Cosmic Concert for GAM 2017” which was livestreamed with composer Giovanni Renzo, described as “a collection of compositions and improvisations conceived as a visual and poetic exploration of the universe…”
Inspiration also came from the article, “Galactic Wreckage in Stephan’s Quintet”: “A clash among members of a famous galaxy quintet reveals an assortment of stars across a wide color range, from young, blue stars to aging, red stars.”
Categories:
grouping, dream, imagination, music, sky,
Form:
Verse
The poetical books are nearly, by me, complete;
Next follows those once-furled, parchmentlike
Scribal tablets on which were calligraphically
Indited the books classified as
Naught but "prophetical"-
After the major and minor scribes,
The authors of which, and those of the first grouping of the
Newer set of scriptural books:
Those of the evangelical order;
The momentum engendered by the narrative flow:
The alacritous, celeritous, positively propulsive flow:
Of the Bible then stalls out,
Mired in and run aground
Amid the impenetrably deep
Bedrock of the various epistolary, predominantly Pauline books
(Paul, being Mosaic in his inditing of just as many and more books than
Those writ by Moses' own hand, for one has the tally of a mere five or six to his
Luminous credit, whereas the other has something on the order of ten, at least, to his).
Not that those, the Pauline books, are of a very poor quality,
But to segue from the narrative and story, poetry, law,
Prophecy and history and the narrative flow thereof:
To turn from these to abstruse missives
Of a yet abstruser philosophical
Bent, then one finds that one yearns anew for the levitical, mosaical books,
When their perusal of books biblical desists before the gates of the
Sadly boring New Testament-save naturally for the gospels,
Which are themselves poetic and narrative and fast-moving.
Such, at least, is my appraisal of the matter.
Categories:
grouping, adventure, allegory, anniversary, beautiful,
Form:
*** THIS WEEK ***
(“If my doctor told me I had six minutes left to live, I wouldn’t
brood. I’d type a little faster.” Isaac Asimov)
The sliced portions of this week
Collapsed, an almost eloquent fall
Into a slow-motion slide
Of morsels
Then, still unnoticed, on into
The soft blue crystals of
This week’s ending — being
Merely a measure of the journey’s recipe
For this grouping of days — thus…
I now see their floating,
Their flour-misty cloud descending
Through a sieve Life quickly set
Over time’s mixing bowl, wishing
To gather anew
A batter for next week’s
Offered cakes.
——————————————————————————————————-
(c) sally young eslinger 5/19/22
With thanks to God
Categories:
grouping, encouraging, endurance, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Fashion shoe treads imprinted on the bisque beach
global longtitude/latitude design airborne print in flight
Honeycomb print slowly pacing synchronising footsteps
Concentric wave prints grouping Fine detail pattern soul
beside clearly printed diamond fishbone sports design
Heavily studded trail souls tread along large paw prints
Simply dotted aerobic shoeprint next to little dog paws
A new soft pink fluffy seaweed floats in lacy ocean foam
Large horseshoe prints clomp digging deeply in the sand
Smaller horseshoes gather meeting near a water trough
Fresh green seagrass clumped like freshly cut long lawn
cradles long ball strands of yellow ochre squirting beads
Bare feet touching soft sticky sand immersed wet in water
Naked footprints side by side breathing beach vibrations
Two lovehearts drawn in the light brown sand interlocked.
Sandcastles decorated with shells sit sturdily on the shore.
Categories:
grouping, adventure, animals, life, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
4/1/17
Flowers blooming
Spaced out or in a tight-knit grouping
All around things looming
In space objects still or moving and zooming
Birds pluming
And other animals grooming
Downloads queueing
Electronics in need of a rebooting
Or powering off, to enable cooling
Below, on and above the roofing
Toxins spewing
And other particulates polluting
Some of which are made for fueling
All weeds were removed by uprooting
Trees and bushes getting a pruning
Especially any areas that are drooping
There's just no excusing
You'd better stop snooping
And assuming
As well as tooting your horn
Or ridiculing the poor
What the hell are you fooling for
When deep down, you know you could be doing more
Ocean life caught by fishing poles, harpooning
Or cage using
Die hard fans rooting
Or booing
Times of booming
And continual losing
Certain insects and people cocooning
Humans continually feuding
Suing
And fuming
As if there is something they want to be proving
Major scale jobs, including
A lot of or very specific tooling
Drugs and alcohol others may be using
And possibly abusing
In the right conditions, water pooling
Near and far from any rocks protruding
Live a life of your choosing
Continue pursuing
Knowledge, and ways of improving
With or without musing
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
grouping, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
I am tired of being punished for the actions of others.
I did not rob you.
I did not hurt you.
I did not do any wrong by you.
Do not hold me accountable for their actions.
If someone else was a loudmouth
It is not my fault.
I have no control over other peoples actions.
I am not their keeper.
I am me.
I am only responsible for me.
I am not the stereotype.
Don't treat me as such.
See me as I am.
Not as they are.
Stop punishing me for their actions.
See me as the individual that I am.
Put your hate and ignorance aside.
Treat me the way I deserve.
Look at who I am.
Judge me for MY actions only.
Stop grouping me.
Stop taking my individuality away.
Do not blame me for what they did anymore.
I am an individual.
I expect to be treated as such.
Categories:
grouping, lifeme, me,
Form:
Free verse