Best Idealised Poems
"POMPEII"
Her name was Pompeii
and I her mother,
loving her beyond measure,
took great angst, my heart bursting
from the betrayal -
she, taking several lovers
basking in the underworld
where men are fickle
leaving unfinished poems
on walls shaking like loins
buried deep and dry
in denial of her
sacrificial innocence,
welcoming rape, walking fire
tight, lost and moaning, there the
seductions are granted
in a last ceremony where
they lay entombed joined
burning at the hips
silent as ash glistening
powdery on parched lips
I left my feelings, volcanic
and unforgettable;
a romantic gesture,
I graffitied my message,
intimately on every door
and wall of their crumbling
hallways, passages filling up
with the feelings I felt,
they are all caressed by me,
faces upturned, beseeching
idealised, amorous, extreme
they are frozen touching
each others canvas, their
windows open now
to those that are closed;
the words missing
sentences to be completed
somewhere in the
minds of others
with sockets black coals
now glowing in another future,
they still hear me
shake with rage, my bones
like hell fire still crack to this day,
on another field, on another plane,
I am the soul of a lost world calling,
they will remember me
of me they will be afraid,
Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum
their tongues will touch
and speak of what I have done
rediscovering my pure love for her
unravelling, they will seek the
missing words like a puzzle
found in a dream
the story is delivered
on a wall, somewhere
I have etched
in Vulgar Latin
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
Categories:
idealised, dark, imagery, romance, symbolism,
Form:
Romanticism
East Jesus
Assemblage and mixed-media arts,
imagine a world without a waste,
Salvation mountains, acrylic colourful carts,
Sculptures and installations put with taste,
Self assessment of the deep inside,
Freedom of expressions for all sarcasm,
Thoughts brighten up to everyone's pride,
Epitomising the world, creating a microcosm,
Vibrations of secret knots that bind the world,
Low culture high art, low technology high concept,
Radicalised self, idealised societal bird,
To fearless present, bold dreamers will perfect !
Written December 29th, 2014
For contest "East Jesus" by Roy Jerden
Awarded 4th place
Categories:
idealised, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
The day I die is when I see the light
my body lit on my pyre
my ashes one with stardust again
into the wind it blows away
and bones belonging to rocks and river
nothing to fear and nothing to hold dear
I would part as I came to whence I came
to the grand halls of my grand fathers and my brother
through hell fire no one to guide
The sorcery of life has been a misery
footloose escapades, where I misstepped
my own judgements have become my enemies
I have let myself suffer for those
who are not willing to walk into our lives
by building stories and unbroken bonds
in my heart in my own idealised dreams,
whilst I became nothing more than a passing cloud,
decomposing rust, and saw dust in their fading memories.
no hope even in the horoscopes
stars too are out for their vengeance
guardian angels have left their posts
gods have forgotten their beloved son
At the crossroads of choice
do I give in or do I give up
Categories:
idealised, death, deep, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Love's vibes sneered at my sunken face
And bid me to hear, booming from the
Calling clouds, that what I had idealised about
Is in fact nothing else other than figments
Of my own imagination!
I breathed in my anguish
While the rising winds
Seemed to tell me
That I have now become a soul,
Who is free to roam in a world
Which can be beautiful
If lived with caution
But can be dangerous
If lived frivolously!
Fists clenched, I let the tears dry up
On my face and set my new destination
As the many lands found on the other side
Of the calm ocean's horizon!
And while roaming, I came across poets
Bearing the same mindset as I do,
All living to allow their inner oceans
To thrive in their freedom
And felt, at last, like I have hit home!
I have been roaming for quite a while
And I am overjoyed at the discovery
Of new cultures, new delicacies,
New savours, new dressing styles,
New forms of poetry and other writing styles,
New forms of arts, and even new forms
Of that power which we all call God!
And so far,
I regret not having been set free
And having been given the opportunity
To roam!
21 Jan 2023
Pick - A Title Vol 34
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
idealised, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
PREFERENCE
the succulence
on display
arrestingly
different
a
timeless
exactitude
alongside
luscious
beauties
concoctions
of symbolist n
abstractions
simplified lines
emptily idealised
yet
authentically
expressed
& depicted
if
somewhat
in absurdity
of
an exploration
of the sensual
in
the of
conscientious
to make
a startling
masterpiece
illustrating
&
portraying
a naive
fantasy
Categories:
idealised, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
In baroque pathos
dramatic effects
bright lively
&emotional
brown ochrered
blue &
shadowed orange
precise folds
of feminine
conception
idealised&delicate
filled
with self perception
Categories:
idealised, art, people,
Form:
Ekphrasis
DIFFERENCES
popularity
slumbers
unperterbed
in
sentimental
innocence
idealised
the
disheartened
steeped
in
specific
identity
contemplate
obstacles
beginning
an
embodiment
of
frailty
the
exciting
an
inevitable
reminder
of
vitality
a
preliminary
&
suggestive
difference
of
considerable
import
Categories:
idealised, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Once upon a time...a female aquaintance asked me if I could write a piece that
represented a fairytale, idealised-type view of romance from a female
perspective. (Hey, look, it's not the weirdest thing I've ever been asked to do).
Anyway, this is what I wrote...and she hated it. What anyone else makes of it, well
that's up to them.
I wait in hope, hands clasped to breast
and sigh a heartfelt sigh of depth
generated from my inner child
who counts no cost of running wild.
Unfettered by the concrete caves
of city streets and sweatshop graves,
she spins on mountains capped with snow
and bears the torch of "never know".
For true, I never know what flame
may blaze in optimism's name,
whilst cynics with a sneer deride
I keep my options open wide.
I surf the wind that drives the sails
of maritime faith and fairy tales
and dream the day when I might meet
he who sweeps me off my feet.
He comes by steed or muscle car
to liken me unto the stars,
to crush me soft in arms of steel,
cement my dreams and make them real.
My blood will sing in veins of bliss,
my lips will drink the deepest kiss;
his life he'd sacrifice to prove,
his endless love...the earth would move.
If I believe enough to know
my will alone might make it so,
and so-called schemes of true romance
may well come true if left to chance.
I wait in hope and close my eyes,
with fingers crossed and wishful sighs;
my prince, my sweet aristocrat:
you have to dream...what's wrong with that?
Categories:
idealised, imagination, life, love, me,
Form:
Verse
The blind have led the blind
too long, a glint of kerosene
sparked a forest fire, razing
wheat fields to the ground.
Corn that burst the soil
hit a drought that parched the fruit,
turned it ashen, into charcoal,
turned it dead without a sound.
I stared upon the wasteland
growing slowly to fertility,
as waters seep a tributary
and cleanse the blasted earth.
In the heart a verdant patch
evolves an emerald gathering,
irrigated by a love
of inestimable worth.
The green eyes of a princess
shining flecked with effervescent gold,
stirs animation in the blood
and slakes the starving burn.
Her green eyes speak of tenderness,
of future worlds idealised,
essentially I realise
they make my whole world turn.
Categories:
idealised, life, love, passion, green,
Form:
Verse
Love is unlike the game of chess,
as time moves on it matters less,
in absence, fonder grows the heart
of someone else less far apart.
The pressure fades upon the will,
and like a blue remembered hill
idealised in childhood ways
is bare remembered nowadays.
Emotions stray and gravitate
to other souls when time grows late
and vows once made with ease are broke,
"I love you" with fresh glibness spoke.
Is this the way it ends for us,
no bang, no whimper, mess or fuss;
just simple gasps, forgotten sighs
and flecks of storm cloud in our eyes.
Categories:
idealised, lost love, love, nostalgia,
Form:
Verse
PASSIVITY
looking
passing through
an idealised
alternative
sensibiliy
meditates
on the
entirety
a
denial
of
a
discernble
imposition
diverse
constraints
in
the
rigorous
recognition
of the literal
possibility
of insight
such
a
reflective
stumulation
in
a considered
framework
both
authentic & justified
Categories:
idealised, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
GLAMOUR
mores
shown off
ae moral
imperatives
symbolic
to its core s
emblematic
&superficial
a potential
put together
the spectaculare
scrutinised
embroidered
& paraded
insights
of the
passive
barely
visible
idealised
faces
brightened
loved caressed
to an
inner
perfection
Categories:
idealised, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
To be so big with the world at our fingertips
To be so small when the world cannot hear
What can be the right words for departing lips?
When the wrong words can only induce fear
Most times I rather want to speak my mind
Most times rather... I am reduce and will refrain
Till hidden questions shall fade with time
It’s a wonder truly... how well I maintain
I have always believed words to be powerful
Provided it be used in the right way and context
But what is right in order to be mindful?
Of words chosen for use to perplex
We all possess a power we cannot identify
Because we learn to seek approval and validation
Yet... if we do, it isn’t idealised
Leaving a worthy simpleton unable for socialisation
Perhaps too small for the world to ever hear
What I would’ve thought the world to be at at my fingertips
When words to me can only mean so innocent and dear
Need I with the right but have the wrong words departing my lips?
...............................
17/03/2020
Categories:
idealised, world,
Form:
Rhyme
UNPERPLEXED
voyages beyond
to places
of merging
recusant & reimagined
more tempting
than acknowledged
transformed
to a constant
so steadfast
in a clandestine
shelter
fascination
doggedly in awe
this unique
capacity
captivates
this sensual
idealised
in a spectacular
citadel
of idealised
uncompromising
modes
of thought
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
idealised, poetry,
Form:
Other
SITUATIONS
abandoned
in
disquiet
intrusions
happening
awareness
paused
in
isolated
waves
of
polite
whispering
unpacked
displayed
released
&
streamed
the
hassle
interrupted
by
seasoned
calm
as rehearsed
SURFACES
idealised
simplified
uninterrupted
fold
inward
identically
shaped
with
desire
the
melancholy
lament
stimulates
the
irreverent
twisted
& curled
rippled
disconnected
yet
discovered
scattered
in
silent
embrace
of the
invisible
stillness
Categories:
idealised, poetry,
Form:
Verse