Best Heptastich Poems
We learn
right from wrong by
the zenith of our youth
but do we learn moral lessons
in the exact way, and
do some learn them
at all?
We show
distaste toward
those whose definitions
of morality might very
well differ from what we
figure to be
correct.
We need
to look beyond
our own realities.
There are children who lack guidance
and some who know only
cruel stings of
abuse.
There are
children who lack
even basic values,
for they witness horrendous acts,
yet harshly we would judge
those kids when they
go bad.
Children
of the streets and
some in the ghettos too;
also priviledged ones who have
no one to look up to -
wild and crazy
they run.
Wicked
they seem. We judge
them by our own standards
of right and wrong. What can be done?
Can we not all agree
at least on one
good rule?
Golden
is the rule which
we must teach today’s youth.
Until we ensure all children
feel love and protected,
society
will fail.
June 1, 2021
NA in the Heptastich Poetry Contest
For the 'ALL YOURS (Jun 25)' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
Curling
around the house,
the breeze was unfurling,
moving dead leaves in its twirling
fingers, apparently
satisfied with
whirling
The dance
lured the lovers
to come out and romance
under the willow's shadowed trance,
soft whispers of the breeze
inspired their love's
warm glance
Showers
gently fall on
them, even as flowers
bloom open with piquant powers,
they laugh and enjoy love's
passionate few
sweet hours
The soft
zephyr played with
trees in the woods and croft,
with laughter ringing, it does waft
mingling with mild murmurs
of love in skies
aloft
The breeze
lingers to look
at the lovebirds and tease
them with silky tendrils that squeeze,
meandering with ease,
watching o'er them
'mid trees.
05.28.2021
Form: "Heptastich"
(Syllable count: 2.4.6.8.6.4.2 with rhyme scheme: abaacda)
For Constance La France's ""Z" contest: new or old"
fragile
the tiny egg
laid on a milkweed leaf
devoured by a hungry lizard
deprived of becoming
a butterfly
Life ends
fragile
the butterfly
sipping from a pink rose
becomes the feast for a sparrow
Monarch devoured in flight
That's the law of
Nature
fragile
the rose petals
cut for a crystal vase
withered and brittle, they tumble
sweet fragrance lingers on
their heads drooping
in death
fragile
the crystal vase
lies shattered on the tiles
thrown by the heart that was betrayed
prismed shards in sunlight
will hold bouquets
no more
fragile
the heart betrayed
broken from a lost love
aching for what was beautiful
but has fallen apart
emotional
turmoil
fragile
the thing called love
oft' claims us by surprise
lifting us to great zenith height
then drops us in free fall
A risk we take
for love
June 4th, 2021
Heptastich Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Why root
for underdogs?
Easy. They just don't quit;
odds against them, tremendous, yet...
these tough Rocky Balboas
of the world fight
to win.
Why root
for underdogs?
We see ourselves in them.
When they taste victory, we win.
Their survival instinct
is a treat to
behold.
Why root
for underdogs?
They often surprise, so...
don't be quick to bet against them;
their determination,
surely second...
to none.
Why root
for underdogs?
They roll with the punches;
Davids at war with Goliaths,
at disadvantage, yet...
no fear shown, no...
retreat.
Why root
for underdogs?
The question is why not?
After all, they give us their best!
Their heart is in the fight.
When they lose, they...
still win!
Submitted for...
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Date written: 06/05/2021
Goodness
Doing right things
Opportunity knocks
Sometimes when we least expect it
For one’s better angels
Allowing ways
To shine.
Virtue
A welcome trait
For high-minded living
Example for those we know who
Disregard their morals
Skirt the edges
Often.
Ethics
Will cultivate
An exemplary life
Of lasting proper behaviors
If conscientiously
Better living
Applied.
Conduct
Measuring our
Commitment fully to
A better world for tomorrow
And high-mindedness for
More love, justice
Today.
written May 16, 2021
for "Heptastich" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula
Listed #78 on Best All-Time 100 Poems May 27, 2021 Poetry Soup
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2021
Father,
your back is turned,
immersed in work deadlines.
Briefcase journeys take you away,
paper trails proceeding
to lead further
from home.
Father,
this picture hangs,
secured by two magnets:
your hand in mine, showing me life.
Cocooned caterpillar
learns to fly, but
returns.
Father,
I met a man
with hands as strong as yours:
certificate signed, clothes unpacked.
Eyes computer immersed,
his back is turned
from me.
Father,
my name has changed,
though I wanted yours back.
Recessively, your name resides
in genuine smiles though
woes, faithfulness,
and hope.
Father,
your name remains,
untampered by distance,
though fading with stone's weathering.
My son lays down lilacs
and I lay down
my tears.
6-6-2021
Heptastich Poetry Contest N/A
Sponsor: William Kekaula
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Morality
Moral
development,
standard adolescence,
we are externally controlled
also, trials are judged,
consequences
follows
Moral
adaptation
sensing both personal
and societal involvement
in adulthood supports
reestablish
bygone
Moral
definitives
intricate principles
rules obeyed avoids penalty
substitutes horrible
if it is met
better
Moral
law-and-order
continues through our life,
unpunished lawbreakers create
lawlessness, and mayhem
advantageous
urbane
Moral
circumference,
best helps one's interest
serving others, will further you,
naught based on loyalty
encouragement
reward
Moral
behavior's
when laws vary of rules,
light abstracts versus absolutes
o'er prejudiced thinking,
alternatives
exploit
Moral
complacency
peaceful coexistence
when facial grins excel the glares
good choices existed
self-reliance
attained
*Heptastich is a non-rhyming verse poem of 7 lines, syllables are; 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2021 March 16
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Greek Goddess
Poetic Form: Heptastich
I am
Aphrodite...
yielded from sea lather
and reached the shores of Cyprus on
a scallop's shell, symbol
of womanhood
and birth
I am
Aphrodite...
Homer sourced me as a
girl by Zeus and sea nymph, Dione,
and aphrodisiac
had influenced
my name
I am
Aphrodite...
a cause and effect for
incessant eyes aroused crusade
facing our guarded Mount
Olympus high
above
I am
Aphrodite...
unceasing prayers heard
by mere boldness and a taste test
from each sweeten apple
will direct me
to you
I am
Aphrodite...
petitions in the air
float endlessly, plucked graciously
by ivory doves to
be delivered
to me
I am
Aphrodite...
where I will recognize
you daily upon your first glance
into some looking-glass
beholding my
essence
I am
Aphrodite...
Olympian goddess
of love, beauty, procreation
also, satisfaction,
your every need
answered.
2020 July 09
*1st Place*
A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God
~~Caren Krutsinger: Judged 2020 July 25
Choose peace
~ tranquility ~
serenity and calm
be like a still pond in the morn'
live life in harmony
find quietness
and breath
Choose love
light and wisdom
give kindness and friendship
love people just for who they are
embrace this energy
show empathy
respect
Choose hope
let it grow strong
hopeful people believe
it is the anchor to the soul
seek the impossible
make a big wish
and dream
Choose joy
bliss and pleasure
stop waiting for happy
get in a joyful state of mind
it adds years to your life
find your sparkle
delight
_________________
May 28, 2021
Poetry/Heptastich/Verse/Peace, Love, Hope and Joy
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-616-28
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Heptastich
sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 06/08/2021
Seventh Place
Clock is
always working.
It lives every moment.
Doesn't waste even a second.
Live each second like clock,
enjoying each
moment.
Clock is
thoughtless and calm.
Mind at the task in front.
While at work emulate the clock.
Employ all sense organs,
enjoy moment
in hand
Clock is
detached, serene.
It keeps ticking non-stop.
Nothing deviates it's focus.
It teaches we can be
perfect if we're
steadfast
If we
do all our jobs
full day like a clock, then
we will have perfectly blissful
life, full of joy and peace.
Living, not just
alive!
25.05.2021
Note : Heptastich is a poetic form with syllable count of 2,4,6,8,6,4,2
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
Submitted to
Contest Name : Time
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Premier contest winner 6th position
Resubmitted to
Constance La France
''T'' Contest, New or
Seasons
quarterly change
I love the transition
with wild temperature contrasts
from hot sizzling sunshine
to freezing cold
such bliss!
Seasons
quarterly change
new growth appears on trees
beautiful flowers start blooming
nature rejuvenates
days get longer
each spring
Seasons
quarterly change
annual vacation
on a glorious golden beach
enjoy time outdoors in
scorching sunshine
summer
seasons
quarterly change
foliage starts to fall
twirling leaves of red and orange
we warm by the fire as
nights get colder
autumn
Seasons
quarterly change
some bitterly cold days
flurries of snowflakes start falling
kids build big snowmen and
dress warmly in
winter
Checked with how many syllables each stanza 2,4,6,8,6,4.2
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
05/20/21
Two steps
forward, three steps
back. That's the way it seems
life goes sometimes, barely moving
forward at a snail's pace.
Perseverance
is key.
Life is
worth the living,
though hardships may beset.
Nothing worthwhile will be easy.
Sometimes you have to fight.
Perseverance
is key.
Follow
the Yellow Brick
Road worked for Dorothy
in the "Wizard of Oz", but she
still faced a few setbacks.
Perseverance
was key.
Keep on
seeking, keep on
moving, don't give up hope.
Even Noah had to wait for
flood waters to recede.
Perseverance
was key.
And once
you reach your goal,
Rejoice and Celebrate!
But don't stop your forward movement.
Don't become complacent.
Perseverance
is key.
6/4/21
For William Kekaula's Heptastich contest
A heptastich,
a verse of seven lines,
the septanelle is truly feature-rich
in small confines;
it's short and sweet, but still
enough to hit poetic notes that fill
my muse's itch.
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The Septanelle: 4a:6b:10a:4b:6c:10c:4a
*Image of Avengers: Infinity War Quotes That Will Make You Think Differently by Society19 UK.
It Happens
It sucks...
when your owie
remains disregarded
because your adhesive band-aid
decides to stuck itself
obstinately
mid tries,
It sucks...
when the lights to
your preferred restaurant
flicker's off when you all arrive
and its sign says open
daily twenty
three hours,
It sucks...
when our autos
license plates custom-made
said, "HIS" and "HERS" and after our
divorce, she then changed it
so now it reads,
"WAS HIS",
It sucks...
when I go to
the zoo to throw peanuts
to the elephants to feed them
but because of my size
they throw peanuts
at me,
It sucks...
when I was at
the airport to buy a
plane ticket for a noontime flight
she says, "Is that twelve noon?"
I said, "No, it's...
two noon?!?!?"
Ugh!
*Heptastich, a poem in 7 lines, syllabic, 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2020 August 15
A Patch of Blue Embraced
Sunlight
Freckles sidewalks
Summer shimmer light points
Golden yellow sunbeam slices
Leap in celebration
Embrace a patch
Of blue
Raindrops
Speckle rooftops
Umbrellas dot the gloom
Puddles dance in bright staccatos
Trees bow down to rainbows
To find a patch
Of blue
Fog’s breath
Camouflages
The meadow forest’s face
Where spiders shower in dew drops
Tule haze swept away
Opens a patch
Of blue
Lightning
Scented incense
Ozone thunder raging
Elusive storm winds playing tag
Teases clouds make a hole
For nascent patch
Of blue
Moonlight
Paints with silver
Moonglow gilded glitter
Platinum kisses drip from leaves
Looking to quick embrace
A midnight patch
Of blue
6/1/21
Contest: Heptastich
Sponsor: William Kekaula