Best H. Poems
Oh how I love you.
Cherishing each moment,
for you have opened
my heart with your
everlasting and precious
love. Yet so tender; .uoy evol I woh hO
You place God ,tnemom hcae gnihsirehC
first in your life. And denepo evah uoy rof
I love you more for that. ruoy htiw traeh ym
Hold on to the other suoicerp dna gnitsalreve
half of my heart, ;rednet os teY .evol
for one day we doG ecalp uoY
Shall put them dnA .efil ruoy ni tsrif
Together .taht rof erom uoy evol I
As one rehto eht ot no dloH
With ,traeh ym fo flah
God. ew yad eno rof
meht tup llahS
rehtegoT
eno sA
htiW
.doG
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-20-2012
Categories:
h., i love you, life,
Form:
Shape
the ghost of science, born of blasphemy ~
a fossilized fallacy,
seized from the metallic heart of Mars,
seeks light amidst night-terrors
like an alien sculpted
from artificial accolades,
an embryo stuck in the interstellar state
of becoming,
stitched within radioactive ribs
beneath moonless skies,
when wolves of the eclipsed howl,
filling the illusive air with hypnotic lies,
as if the world chose to recycle
ruins of ancient dust…
but will the naive see the pain
of a breathing corpse?
engrossed in narcissistic echoes,
in the shadows of a megalomaniac ~
his skin ~ the translucent truth,
his eyes ~ the wickedness of a wasp,
his skull ~ reeks of human greed,
his sighs ~ mourn like skeletal sirens,
coded in russet rust,
cloned from binary sand,
d o r m a n t
yet
d r e a m i n g
to break free from the
carbon-based existence…
for he is the aftermath
of programming the forbidden mind,
oblivious to the weakness of scientific errors ~
a deceptive drawing,
framing the elongated hypothalamus,
pulsating a hypothesis
left with no clear conclusion.
tonight I run to a realm of reality
that fades when
dawn bleeds gold,
for truth is now an extinct breed,
as artists outline faces of the faded,
illustrating the unknown and unseen,
as revelations ribbon
with silver haze…
the constellations ~ no longer spectators ~
they are the archived,
within frozen scriptures,
scrolling stars in a sphere
of distorted algorithm…
as memories of angels and heaven
spill from silicon prophets,
disguised as messengers who serve
the blind with ominous oracles ~
in synthetic cadence,
in a choir of puppets ~
the iron-glazed tongues shall recite,
mimicking the sound of harmonious hymns…
yet I remember
the authentic rhythm of prayers,
lost now in the drifting colors of darkness…
so what is life
when all that floats is like
an engineered empyrean
only equations of numbers
can decipher?
is this the beginning of an end ~
inevitable?
the lost generation,
assembled as the ministry of superiority,
where emptiness is praised
with forged grace
and ignorance is crowned with digital deceit.
let this be flawed poetry ~
to be read through the cracked lens
of a philosopher ~
or perhaps a logic long replaced
by pretend perfection…
Categories:
h., creation, fantasy, imagery,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Attitude can be nurtured and changed
By you in spite of what has happened in your day
Confident people master it quickly
Despite what they are enduring
Enthusiasm is a side benefit that
Fosters team work positivity and friendship
Give yourself a break if you
Have had a bad day. We all have them.
Inspiring videos, loving people and supportive friends
Jokes, funny TV shows, and hobbies might help.
Kindness to friends is wonderful, but
Loving them is not as important as loving yourself.
Many do not give themselves this important gift.
Naturally you want the best for others and your family
Outrageous as this might sound, you must
Positively become your OWN best friend first.
Quiet yourself and give yourself this all-important gift.
Rusty as you might be, find your strengths.
See yourself in the best light. Encourage yourself.
Treat yourself with the same empathy you
Utilize with others, a good friend, or a cherished neighbor
Vigorously appreciate your talents and gifts.
Wisest of the wise recognize the
‘Xceptional logic of doing this and often.
You will immediately reap the awards.
Zesty excited attitudes encourage others, please encourage you!
Categories:
h., 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
ABC
B-R-E-A-T-H - OF - L-O-V-E
Summer sun or winter freeze pulls heartstrings in trapeze. . .
Cotton soft to gnarled callus vows have thread along my way
embroidering ribbon actions to pliant swings of reactions
like a darting fish thrilled to catch a passer-by knees.
Two pairs of eye sew webs to bridge affection display,
pines teeming green crown my arrested heart--
tachycardic I am... each time I hear your sound.
Has breath of love tickled my nerves to interaction?
Like a bee I'm drawn to your sweet ambiance 'round
hoping by miracle it will birth me a fresh start.
Scents that streams from bulbs swirl on wafting wind--
Ah! They all fell to shame for your breath of love tames.
Once a rebel soul that long been thriving for satisfaction
with breath of love that resuscitates, I mend my flame
channeling muse to stroke the peak density of mind.
Slender February breeze taunt my fingers
to type rhymes that shy edge of reason.
Eternally plunge in surrender
I-- filled with breath of love ships my horizons
to script stories in shades that lingers. . .
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©O.E. Guilermo
12:31 pm, February 07, 2015
Categories:
h., inspiration, life, love, relationship,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Faith shows allegiance. It's the firm belief in things unseen.
It's the trust the blind have when told the leaves are green.
A scientist has faith in principles, in things established as true.
He uses it as the basis to experiment, seeking something new.
A farmer has faith when he sows seed, then waits in expectation
of harvesting a bumper crop, but it takes work and dedication.
We can't see Winter wind, but believe it brings blizzard snows
and we know the wind exists because we shiver when it blows.
We haven't seen the face of God but have faith that He is real.
Without faith in our Father, we'd not have hope as a shield.
There are trials that put the strength of our faith to the test.
Scripture explains the importance of it in our lives the best,
"Everyone putting faith in me may not remain in the darkness."*
They are the words of Jesus, at a time when people were heartless.
If we exercise faith in God's word, honor Him with deserved glory,
and believe Bible prophecy is true, we will never have to worry.
My heart was touched when upon His promise my sad eyes fell,
"Take courage, daughter! Your faith has made you well."**
*John 12:46
**Matthew 9:22
:___________________________________:
May 4th, 2016 Nayda's Faith Contest
Categories:
h., faith,
Form:
Rhyme
(MOTHER)
For you I sing on this day
For you have shown me love, each and every way
I am yours and you are mine
I respect your love until the end of time
With a mother like you, my life will always shine
Finding sun when there is rain
You are there to guide me in my pain
Lifting my heart when I am sad
Holding me when I am crying too
You are there when things get bad
Always doing what is true
When I say things to hurt you, or get you mad
I am sorry to have disappointed you
like the times i got upset and started to fight
How about the times I tell you that your wrong
Never giving up on me, always showing me love
Always waking up to a good morning kiss,
Than you always bless my goodnight kiss,
In those moments my life is where it belongs
For those reason to me you will always be right
Mother, I love everything you do
Like when you cook for me
You also showed me how to tie my shoe
All those times I made you yell, or did not do things your way
You always found ways to make things well
Always having the perfect thing to say
With a mother like you, I ask my self everyday
Are we a gift to you, from heaven above
Or, are you a gift to us, with lots and lots of love
Mother, I do not want to see you mad or sad
You deserve to be treated special, from the day of birth
You deserve one more extra day besides your birthday
Mother, you always know what to say
Mother, you deserve every thing your way
Mother, for you I will always pray
Mother to you I give all my heart
Mother not even your death tore us apart
Mother you are still in my soul no matter if we are apart
Mother I will never change you for another
This poem is just for you mother
Mother for you I praise your special day
HAPPY HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
(TO MY MOTHER WHO IS STILL WATCHING OVER ME)
( I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 17 )
Categories:
h., dedication, mothermother, me, day,
Form:
Rhyme
Happy mother and child
Heaven angel is born
He has so shiny eyes
Hands and feet tiny ones
Heat fluffy blankets wrapped
Hopeful and proud parents
Homes joy is penned today
22.03.2017
- Sun :)- A-L Andresen :)
www.howmanysyllables.com
Pleiades - H ; 7 lines
31 words
42 syllables
Categories:
h., baby, beauty, blessing, family,
Form:
Pleiades
His students proud to so declare
He is a Chef Extraordinaire
Keeping love for evermore
His late wife, sweet Lenore
From his mountain he looks out
Finding inspiration all about
Writing words from living life
His past, his share of human strife
He writes with such emotion deep
Poetry that often makes me weep
He hasn't written much of late
Ill health has been his recent fate.
But, thanks to God he's on the mend
My best wishes I daily send
For all my life, my dearest friend
HG, my love to you I send...
Categories:
h., friendship, lovelove,
Form:
Couplet
KEEPING UP WITH THE DOW JONESES
These here are the indisputable facts
I was born on the right side of the tracks
WITH People who only smiled if their stocks or equity increased
If not they wouldn’t have minded becoming deceased
They had big cars, big bucks and big time class
With a million dollar house mortgaged up the a*s
Their children went to private schools in uniforms
With charming and well decorated dorms
I looked at their faces and wondered why I didn’t fit
That’s when the fire in my belly was originally lit
I had no desire to play with kids from private schools
Nor did I ever agree to obey by their rules
So one day I skipped over steel and these here are the facts
The people I found lived in tents, not even shanties or shacks
But they didn’t have to read Dow Jones in order to smile
And couldn’t care less about having Gucci type style
They smiled at things people ignore like little tykes at play
And somehow or other they AWOKE contented day after day
They had no stocks to watch fretfully fall or RESOUNDINGLY rise
And you could see the easiness in their gleaming eyes
That which I observed in them appealed to me a great deal
The wrong side people taught me how satisfied I could feel
They lived out of back-packs, antique cedar chests and sacks
So if you come a’looking for me I’ll be on the wrong side of the tracks
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
h., allegory, dedication, nostalgia, parody,
Form:
Quatrain
Above: Wystan in fancy dress
as a beetle -1912
Photographs of Wystan
One of the world's
greatest poets
in a pose, similar
to an Anne Gedde's baby
Balancing beetle antennae
his head at an angle
a satin suit padded to
emulate the chest
of a beetle's,
Spare legs of black velvet
dangling while
he stands upright
feet together, his
expression, militant
Certain in this moment
of his current
resemblance to
a beetle
At five years old,
to think he held
potential for such poetry
A black and white photo,
frontspiece for "The Life of a Poet"
It appears to have been
snapped just before an
exhalation of his cigarrette.
At 65
his face is wrinkled
eye bags reminiscent of
a sharpei puppy
but it is the forehead
that so amazes
with grids as square as graphic paper
as if the poetry
had been mapped out
on his face
I've seen mud, cracking
like that, on a dried up river bed
His fingers are long, chiselled
and in relaxed contact
with that cigarette as
he holds back a chuckle
with the smoke
His air is of a casual formality- a waistcoat
teamed with with a plaid sports coat
In retrospect, here, he had
reached his full potential
I wonder if someone
uttered at his funeral
"Stop all the clocks."
Categories:
h., books, poets,
Form:
Free verse
English experimental poet Brian Strand
created the 'footle' poetic brand
His original ..a two line trochee
activated a 'footle(s)' impulsive spree
Categories:
h., poems, poetry, poets, word
Form:
Bio
H- Heaven is where a good marriage is made
E- Early getting home makes a happy marriage
A- Always put your spouse first
R- Remember the important things
T- To love each other in good times or bad
wrote 12-1-08
Categories:
h., love
Form:
D –
Decay,
The logic of rotting, and withering;
Like the purity of human beings.
Like the given touch of life.
Just simply vanishing and vanishing into a burning void.
Senses like a soft rose, slowly burning away at the tip.
Flames sweetly consuming it in whole,
Than leaving nothing but the taste of ash in your minds lip.
E-
Evolution,
A change or something of old becoming new.
Slowly shifting into the darkness
Or gradually ascending towards the light.
And beings of no remains.
Guided towards a valley of bliss, or a city of woe.
Ever-changing into demons and misguided angels.
A-
Ability,
Skills, talents unknown,
Reaps away at your soul, as does things of life.
An ability to save only reaches the pure not the wicked that plagues’,
Tip of a hand touches the clear water,
Showing the impure, as water turns black.
T-
Time,
Consuming and taking
The healthy the sick
The pure and the wicked
Like a being with never ending hunger.
Slowly ticking, and ticking
Then simply vanishing like a grain of sand.
H-
Human,
A Homo-sapien,
Ill fated with the genes of war
Ill fated to die out, like a once ancient civilization.
The good, still eager to save the so ill fated,
Die of a miserable death but attains true peace.
Beings of war and destruction,
Once knew of this thing we called peace
Now we are just going, going, and going
Then gone
Categories:
h., death
Form:
Free verse
Each day remember not,forgive my sin
My Lord,within
In worship as I praise
to You my hands I raise;
and know you as You are,
close up,not from afar
Each day remember not,forgive my sin
My Lord,within
Help me to stop and wait
for guidance,to relate
when on my knees ,I pray
hear better,what You say
Each day remember not,forgive my sin
My Lord,within
Inspired by George Herbert's poem of the Antiphon form and title.
Categories:
h., christian, poetry,
Form:
Verse
I waited as tears
wallowed, how so can it be e'er
so, e'er different
tears are the depth of you
it empties from
the void
the absence
of them
I need them
in to my life
there the abyss
the hollow
the echoing
they are so vivid
I live for them
I miss them
it's less than
four minutes till
the year twenty-twenty four
who knew
Brothers first
but Dad between Brothers
a Sister
then Mom
then Sisters
one minute
less than
and less
fireworks outside
more and more
I turned
midnight
Hawaii
Aloha
my family ...
12:01 a.m.
Hilo, Hawaii
cemetery uphill
they can hear it too
they see me
just plain
simple
no drama
I'm smiling
I smile
for my son
I smile
for them
S M I L E O U R S O N O U R B R O T H E R M Y D A D
Categories:
h., family, in memoriam, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse