Best Hight Poems
No, my Lord,
I do not pray for mercy but only for
moral strength,
strength, my own wings to grow,
hight to heavens to fly
and
nearer to Thee my soul to be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 July 2020
oh the distill
to fly the sky
I saw a garbage bag in the clouds
how could it makes it so hight
as I dropping my arms and legs
grew a pair of wings
going to China
and shared some barbecues
for the rescue
of lost birds
not knowing where
is north
the moon so confusing
with so many windows
but sure put my flag there
all stars and stripes
and a lack of oxygen
or call it gravity
I tend to my garden
not eden what's in a name
the boa I constrict
the horse to trot
the avenues
and the ventures
car traffics
the roads
of the rorschachs
and the last hamburger
must be germany
to eat the bun
oh no just a computer
with hefty bills
to eat you all
as my habit to drink coffee
Nespresso every morning
with almond milk
I got it free of charge
not reading their pamphlet
in chinese
gee saved myself 200 hundreds
and the coffee is good
must I've learn from Morocco
beef beaf what is your meat
to tell me the protest
of greens the goat climbing the tree
of argane or archaid
just a monkey
blinding my eyes
a mouth to silence
and ears not listen
but a look at the clouds
The crude beast of my future
I know I will never be super
I cant make honors
so my life will by shattered like the trail left by bombers
I try too hard
to make my life good
to make my sure I wont live in a junkyard
from the second I was born I would be told I could
I could do anything I want
I could say anything I want
I could believe whatever I want
And it is as if life is making my life miserable by all of its taunts
The truth hurts they say
That luck will eventually come my way
School is a pit of destruction that crushed dreams more than it creates them
cause there is now way I can get my GPA, SAT, MCAS, or RPMs hight enough.
I love learning but hate being graded on the right answer.
There is more than one right answer and if if it doesn't fit in your ideal world
I will just have to become an exotic dancer
Cause I want to change education not become enrolled.
By, Brennan Gunster
Let there be light
Today October 1st 2014
Nigeria celebrate 54year of
Independent
Let there be light
Now To the men on the hills
We are tired of darkness
We are feed up of heat
Our light builds are tired to sleep
The wires are whiling to catch life
Our food cry for preservation
The fan can't help the air
Our tv are tired of no touch
Our phone batteries need to be charge
Our cloths need to be strengthen
Despite all
Every month end we get bills
For what we never enjoyed
A scam
With no explanation
Let there be light
Nigeria is the biggest
Economy of Africa
Yet we lake constant electricity
the common man no not
The meaning of electricity
All day we burn fuel
With a power generator
Where some die from it pollution
Let there be light
Light up the land
And watch growth
Flow like a tap without
A head
The people are in need of life
How do you keep
Calm while we suffer
To nothing
Let there be light
On your hills
In our hot weather
You sleep with an
Air condition
Hello sir I wonder
How your head
Keep cool if you
Lack electricity
In that mansion of yours
I wonder how you enjoy
Your luxurious properties
With out the light
Yet you fail to provide
It to your people
Let there be light
Only a fool enjoys
To allow poverty
To live among his own
Community
Only a cowards live to
Only show up his hight of
No knowledge nor wisdom
The light is a necessity
Darkness is evil
Like is obvious
We pledge to you sir's
On the hill
Let there be light
The man of might delights
in challenges of brawls.
The hardships hight his heart
to falling fields of fights,
to face foemen fearsome,
seeking to hero slay,
this leman of Mjolnir.
The sky is red, the sun is black, im riding a roller coaster, but my mind is off track. Theres lots of ups and downs, smiles and frowns, even kings placing crowns on the heads of clowns. But I really don’t care, life isn’t fair, but gods given me a life I can hardly bear, every day I ask him, why cant you share? My life is going, I just don’t know where, because a life like mine is kind of rare. What do I do, while theres love in the air? Other people kiss while I just sit and stare, I look to my left, and theres nobody there, I look to my right, and theres a pair. The clouds are red, the rain is black, I may have left, but ill never be back, but what I can say is, theres nothing I lack. I look at the trees, I look at the sky, but what is the point when I just want to die? Why? Why do I try? When every time I fail, all I do is cry. And how can I be calm when im jealous of every guy? My heart is grounded, while my mind wants to fly, you can guess by what I write, that im also kind of shy, why do I need them? All they do is lie. I try to be nice, but they just punch me in the eye, and when im upset, all they do is pry. The clouds are blue, the sky is white, my mind is racing faster than the speed of light, my life just gets worse, but I still have to fight, why am I like this? Its just not right. Life is taller than me, im not its hight, I fly through the sky, gut still held to the ground, just like a kite, and why are people scared when they know I don’t bite? You can tell my whole life, just by what I write, I sleep during the day, and fly through the night, and im pushing a boulder with all my might. But im getting nowhere, my hands are bare, I love the dark, so give me a scare, I lost my mind and my soul, they were a pair. Sometimes I just sit, sit and think, think that I cant end up in the brink, my mind is empty and cold, like a skating rink, I don’t care if people say I stink, because I already know that im their main link, I have a cup, but nothing to drink, my mind wants to grow while my heart wants to shrink. The water is black, the sun is red, you cant kill something that’s already dead. I jump off the bridge, I take the dive, you cant kill something that was never alive. Im steering my life, but I don’t know how to drive…everything gets quiet when I arrive. I live in a shack, I peek through the crack, and when I look outside, all I see is black…
Only read this if you have a good understanding of the English language, because it is all about how word spellings differ but for no particular reason.
This write is quite right in that it highlights the height and weight of the great language of English which is no sandwich and not straight forward mate.
(This right is qite wright in that it highlites the hight and waight of the greight langwich of English witch is no sanduage and not strate forward meight.)
We now know that "K" has special powers but not with knot or knock.
(We now K-now that "k" has special powers but not with not or nock.)
And people say Nike-y but they don't ride a bikey, so it's Nike like Mike.
(and people say Nikey but they don't ride a bikey, so it's NIKe LIKE MIKE, or mic.)
While they're unable to get their head around there,
they sit in a chair and stare like a bear, which is spelt like fear and hear but is pronounced no where near, but like fare which is also like bare.
(While there unable to get they're head around their,
they sit in a chere and stair like a bere, which is spelt like fear and hear but is pronounced no where nare, but like fair which is also bere.)
Far away cars on Mars are not said like wars, which for sure is more like bore and I'm assured that board is different to ward.
Warlords have been found to have had people drowned, not dround as it could sound, as the power of their throne has grown to fit their waist and they do not waste their God placed authority or make the mistake that the steak with cheese one grates quakes.
On the whole my soul is on a roll to score a goal with this write, because though words are spelt a different way they are spelt the same when these words we say.
I think I'm done and I've won like the Holy Son, or am shining wholly like the light from the sun.
And to think I had special needs, was labelled dyslexic and had ADHD, oh and as well as that I failed my English exam, twice.
The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair on her head needed to be shorn
Slowly into the emergency room she did enter
Just in time for her heart was tender
As she sat down in the chair
Her lungs no longer filling with air
Passed out onto the floor
Someone coming in through the door
Yelled code blue alert
Then the staff turned with a jerk
Everyone moved in hight speed motion
Some people wondered what's the commotion
Just like lighting to the operating room
Jane Doe was whizzed which was none too soon
After days of tender loving care
Still unidentified she slipped away from there
Meeting her husband beside the road
Speeding away in their car they drove
She was no bag lady
But America's elderly poor
Who needed heart surgery
But couldn't afford the cure
(This is copied righted on LuLu's Poetry.com as are most of my work, some of which is
supposed to be published in their anology series. Sara)
I SIT AT MY DESK
BY DAY AND BY HIGHT
WITH NOTHING TO SHOW
EXCEPT THIS PILE OF "NOT RIGHT"
ALL THAT I WANT
IS TO WRITE A GOOD BOOK
TO AROUSE ENOUGH INTEREST
FOR A PUBLISHER TO LOOK
SO I WILL SIT AT MY DESK
BY DAY AND BY NIGHT
AND I WILL NOT LEAVE
UNTIL I GET IT RIGHT
Scales cut into scalene shales.
A girl kept behind a shanty veil.
Teeth to consider.
With the jaws and claws to render.
A tail for a fender.
A king will bequest the men tougher.
A simple challenge to select the best.
The one to win merely completes the quest.
Off to joruney across the land.
A donkey for a steed.
A sword in hand.
The lung quester ready to do his mighty deed.
Through the woods and over the lands.
Where mere nights become shadowy last stands.
The girl up in the keep.
Her only companion a golden fleeced sheep.
Her thoughts of a night grand.
The dragon pompously wrought defeat on band after band.
Fist over claw, and tooth over sword.
How hight the knight holds his reward.
To plunge forward.
When his blade drives through the mighty skull.
His senses will ever be dulled.
His humility dead, and his pride shown full.
The girl from her chamber be pulled.
To her, He lulled.
His mind dredged and her body used.
A trip to the king's land.
Only to find no rings for a young knight's hand.
To him she showed endowed love.
He who cursed the beings above.
There flew a dove.
Save that it called a sound.
To the table long and round.
The knight well forgotten.
The girl's mind and heart now rotten.
The king barely clothed in cotton.
He wonders was it time well spent?
That he should pay an ungrateful rent.
The king with mind bend,
His daughter's hand now lent.
The dove calls again, the sound of matrimony.
The knight, hungered and bony.
Repayed y whom he cursed.
The girl well versed. Would be the first to tell.
Of a knight that went through he!! (>..<)
Only to be thrown away.
For him the bells of death toll and on rusted hills they roll.
How she hated this day...
He falls down and blood trickles from a small wound.
His coin purse unbound.
With the thieves it can all be found.......
fib is yet a fabric'd fiction
in th' mind whence tension
th' heart whereof upholds such fact?
or maybe not; for what lies ahead
never hear! hear! the inner dept
an cere beyond nerve can hold
for what once was con now its old
heard no more ; tho' hope it an't true
their hight yet indites a crew
I love money but it will never become the death of me/
I love poetry so that must become my destiny/
I love my sight but i would trade it just so i can see/
A new vision/
Threw out the darkest night/
A poetic collision/
To help me develop a new sight/
To help me make my decision/
And over come my fear of this new hight/
To guide me threw the competition/
And become my new light/
Despite...
The fact that da world aint mine/
So I carry the vision in my mind/
just in case i go blind/
And attempt rewind/
Time and watch as the hands on the clock rotate counter clock wise/
And I watch this all behind the darkness of my brown eyes/
For those of you that cant tell that means my eyes are shut tight/
And I allow the darkest vision to become my inspiration and light/
Despite....
The fact that the world aint mine/
So I take the batteries out of my watch to try to save time/
So that I wont be late standing in heaven's line/
With several questions on my mind/
Like dear lord please tell me is this my sign/
Am i pose to release my thought in this poetic rhyme/
Is this the reason you gave me this talent to deposit a poetic hymn/
I stand with the questions build inside of me/
All I can do is wait patently/
For my turn/
Hopeful I slip and fall and that will be another lesson learned/
Maybe that is my main concern/
I sit and wonder what is my main purpose in life/
Sometimes I catch myself adjusting the lens in my glasses to try 2 develop and deliver a new sight/
Now that aint right/
Im trying to exceed to my highest level in life/
But i cant do it cuz im scared of heights/
Im in life's airport lookin for my flight/
Cuz i dont see what the purpose is/
I mean tell me if you feeling this/
Tell me If you hearing this/
I mean let me know do you think I sound ignorant/
Ignorance is bliss/
But its more noticeable then this/
Word..../
this sounds like something i never heard/
Even though its hard to believe this is my spoken word/
The Lord is with you
each and every day
The Lord is with you
in all you do and say
The Lord is with you
no matter the cost
The Lord is with you
when all else seems lost
the Lord is with you
there is no situation that he
can not uphold
and his Love will forever unfold.
Thank the Lord for a new year, new beginings, the Lord has some great and mighty things
in store he has a great destiny for us
all we have to do is walk into it and say Yes Amen, , lets get walking, Amen .
nothing can ever seperate us from the Love of God, no hight, no depth, no demons, no
past life, nothing at all, Praise the Lord for his Love endures forever. Amen.
Set up the hour glass to slowly time us
Put it on its side and make it endless
Shake it up to add some minutes
Break the hour glass on the floor
Hear it shatter against the door
Watch the time fly out the window
Hear the grandfather clock start chiming
Tell me when did it start winding
Break the hands so the time remains
Show me how to stay the same
Take the hands point the direction
Walk the path of broken glass
Pick up the ruined pieces of the past
Why couldn't our time just last
How could it be so hard to grasp
Hear the clock stop and let a gasp
Watch the room slowly go black
Hold my hand please show me how I can get back
Find a window to climb out
The door is blocked no one can hear us shout
Climb down the clock tower to the ground
Keep it steady we'll soon be found
If you fall I've got your back
I'll be the spinal column that you lack
Because I know you'd do the same
As time runs out we go insane
Once we make it from the tower hight
Keep our time forever and hold it tight
O PROUD SONGSTERS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Late winter, early spring,
perky cock robin redbreasts start to sing,
cock blackbirds follow suite,
jenny wrens don't stay mute.
Nature's choirs all astute.
Songsters, all ready for a springtime fling!
Summertime at its hight,
though through the year they sing with all their might.
Evening song, church bells call,
a merry Christmas all,
be you walk fly or crawl.
Human songsters singing for all's delight!
Autumn now, fresh breezes,
a little hint of cold winter freezes.
The wind song quizzical,
often quite physical!
Trees song so mystical,
their singing likened to snare drums teases.
Winter, bright if lucky.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, turkey, roast ducky!
Choirs singing carols,
barmen rolling barrels,
mums washing fresh sorrels.
Me, a songster, yes but very duffy!
Composed and transcribed online 12/19/2017
Entered in Rhyme Me A Poem - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Broken Wings