Best Imageries Poems
As words escaped constricted passage
of time from eons of layered myths,
legends of demi-gods thus linked,
in glowing rendition, with whisk on hand
the Orator with staff, sang the Eel to slumber.
As words from parched lips of orchids, flowed
dispersing sweet juices germinating dense spheres
of time in which history was packed in roots,
armed with psalms in measured cadences,
the Orator soothed kings and chiefs.
As words of our ancestors oiled and pampered
by prophesies of aging oracles, songs of lovers
and monotonous chants of old men...slithered
into hiding while physical wars waged, succinctly
the Orator proclaimed the heroic pursuits of warriors.
As words, precision in recitation of kinship ties
craftily sewn by political machinations of unions
vital for survival of race waltzing in purity of blue
when blood flowed thru veins of aging rocks as
the Orator cemented pacts chanting tribal honorifics.
As words, imageries of sky bursting, moon phasing sunsets pertaining to legends of my village heroes,
sweet nectars that put rhythm in his art of tongues
inspired by fruits from my garden, mine own words
the Orator in action, was he infringing my copyright?
As words, our heritage orally passed down in poetry,
set imageries prohibiting meddling with sources,
set quotations where time absolved breaches of patent,
plagiarism, for traditions dictated that the word be
secured in a cocoon of oratory ferried down the ages
by the dynamics of cultural rites and rituals.
the Orator, blessed not only as the spiritual Vessel
...but now deemed as the Spoken Word incarnate.
Categories:
imageries, art,
Form:
Spoken Word
Oh, my dear honorable poet!
Words recess when I write about you
For, they start loving you
You were a sincere lover,
when you wrote about love;
You were a lovable mother,
when you wrote about a child;
You were a faithful leaf,
when you wrote about trees;
You were the struggling last breath,
when you praised the air;
You were the righteous river,
when you sang about the falls;
You were the boundless sky,
when you sang for the birds;
you were the yearning bare land,
when you wrote about the rain;
You were the trustworthy soldier,
when you wrote about patriotism;
You were the jubilant mother nature,
when you wrote about nature;
You were the powerful priest,
when you praised the lord
Through your worthy words,
you gave life to the abandoned swaying rope;
Your notable notes,
persuaded songs to the singing koels;
Your incredible imageries,
granted countless ideas for the poets;
Your romantic rhythms,
enriched soulful meaning to the ragas;
Your powerful patriotic songs
obliterated the superfluous fears
and your proud personal life
taught us self-respect
Note: September 11 marks the death anniversary of India’s firebrand poet and a revolutionary thinker from Tamil Nadu, Subramania Bharati. In a relatively short life span of 39 years, Bharati left an indelible mark in India’s history as not only a Tamil poet but also as a national icon.
Categories:
imageries, appreciation, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
I need you
just because
my life seems
full when you’re
around
My days are
filled with light,
your image owns
my nights
My life is
full, more like
complete, for you
have filled my
void
My empty pain
replaced,
You’ve filled that
empty space
I think about you
just because
you flood my
thoughts with
joy
I think about
your face,
Your eyes, your
smile, your grace
These imageries
and thoughts of you
expand throughout
my mind
My mind’s opened
its gates,
You’ve conquered
my mental state
I love you
just because
you’ve drawn the
love out from
my heart
Affection felt by
me,
Is yours for you
to see
A world of
love is not
enough for me
to give to
you
It never is
nor was,
All simply
just because
Categories:
imageries, love, romance, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
The Kente Rug
Yet not time for me to say, say mine of thoughts
Another rug has been dump into the mud of our thoughts
Never to find a stint of a possible usage
Now this age has caught up with a heap of disgrace upon it
Useless, useless, useful days gone away
I am in need of that, that has no usage, to be my pretty
Yes, that a man gone amiss in the hands of the dumb
Compared to the days gone imageries of tasteless quests, gone once bad
My thoughts of him, him and our impatience
What we just did, turning the *Kente into a rug
Thoughts gone "bsurd
One more jewel into the earth
A rug disposed after its worth skinned off
A soul on the way to the worms festival
Today, tomorrow, a day next, when the families takes hold
A final day of a Kente rug on the dumps of Sirte or Misrata.
Categories:
imageries, funeral, loss, day,
Form:
Blank verse
Weaving Forms
Abc, Abecedarian, acrostic, alliteration alexandrine
Salaam, sehraa senyru, sestina, sijo, shape, sonnet
The list of forms of writing poesy is hopelessly endless
O angels of all these poetic forms I worship thee blindly!
When didst thou all give an audience to man to school him
On these plethora of poetic forms to befuddle the muddlehead?
Never had I heard such scary terms before joining Poetry Soup
Life and poetry were much easier with no tensions no insomnia
Simply pouring out my uncontrollable thoughts and emotions
I cringe when I read of restrictions of limited lines in poetic forms
My ice-creams don't melt, autumn strolls have to to be cut short
Get mad as a hornet whether to write señorita a sonnet or sonetto
Nayda, I enjoy weaving my prosaic didactic and euphoric thoughts
Into my qasida with alliterations, imageries, allusions humorously
(FIRST
October 29, 2015
Contest: Which Is Your Favourite Form Of Poetry?
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron)
*This poem is a satiric amalgamation of many forms-sonnet, qasida, acrostic (in parts-eg, line 1&2, 3-5, 6&7-for the purpose of parody), humour....
*Qasida (weaving) is a satirical Persian form, opens with a short prelude, the nasib, which is elegiac in mood and is intended to gain the audience’s involvement
* in this parody I have used the alliteration in the first two lines as a 'nasib'
* In the last line the pun is used for weaving
*Have given 'Shape' or 'Creative Outlay' to the poem
*Have made use of many literary devices-alliteration, allusions, imageries, metaphors....
FIRST
Judged on April 5, 2016
For Casarah Nance's Favourite Poetry
June 19, 2016
For Laura Loo
First Place Only-2
Categories:
imageries, allusion, humor, hyperbole, imagery,
Form:
Light Verse
Gold or gladiolus or golden sapphire fine;
Delighted, even if I divine light define;
If, like an orange, the details I do not peel,
Will my rhyme-lyric like an angelus-bell, peal?
Like a disciplined mother rearing her infant,
Timely sleeping, rising, nourishing comprehend;
Shaping each brick of my creation if I build,
Will my greatest works as unskilled ever get grilled?
Is my concept clear as a transparent crystal?
Does my thought target, shoot as sure as a pistol?
Do my ideas, views flow like fluent rivers?
Are my imageries as reflected as mirrors?
If I write 'pudding' when I need to write 'wedding'
When it necessitates making the amending;
If my ego, like a wall, stands strong on the way,
I'm not a poet perfect; I should get away.
As the wave-sound of the sea both feeble and rough,
As the chirping of birds are coarsely sweet enough;
As wild animals have roars, gibber, brays, and hums,
My words should vary from simple to complex-sums.
Is a writer full in him that he should not read?
Do the shores of the seas ever a limit need?
Voraciousness in keenness make my wisdom vast,
The wisest of wisdom should be my true breakfast.
11 August 2021
The Writer In Me, Wants You To Know Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
imageries, life, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Sharpening the cells in cerebrum and cerebellum
Through meditation, arts, knowledge and strategy
With emotion, motion of sad and happy persons
From the history up to date and the moving pages
Writers write, artists art in front of the open universe,
The mysterious nature focuses the light of unknown
In the power of truth beauty in place and time both
Creation, destruction, origin of things and beings
With lots of evidence, imageries similes, legends,
Live examples, pictures, proverbs, experiments
The outputs are literature, history, logics, philosophy,
Geography, various sections of science, knowledge,
Once there was direct reflection of these branches
With the rising spirit in creativity, sensitivity, morality
Like fragrant in rhythmic life spread and surpassed
All that happiness sparkled in all as green as grass
The past disputes, misdeeds sunk in the Dead Sea
Spirituality, celestiality pervaded all hearts to please,
Now wrapped colorfully they are in libraries, shops,
In readers’ showcase, box, broken and left drawers,
Though they are available in educational institutions
Like school, college, departmental board, university
They are read irregularly that only in some occasions
And the readers are seen fruitless, reluctant in study,
In technological, multimedia flourish, worldly progress
Time is passed in over all progress making, fun, mock
Audio, video, radio, internet, face book, twitter, email,
Park, party, cyber, studio, footpath, automobile, mobile,
Drama, movie, gathering, indoor-outdoor multi events,
At lame excuse, cheap emotion Romeo-Juliet flirtation,
Writers, write on– artists, art on– in full swing, spirits
Let the curses of white sheets be dispelled from you
The curses of every written sheet will never grasp you
But you will see no one is out of the curses and tricks.
Categories:
imageries, loss, wisdom, universe, ,
Form:
Narrative
Edacious dreams were left to die,
but hunger doesn't fade away.
Sweet longings that pervade each day,
reminding that our hearts don’t lie.
The brilliance of the imageries
(not fading in intensity)
press to my thoughts deliciously -
rose-colored tinted memories.
Those dreams were never meant to be,
I fight their lure ferociously.
But nothing else, this want, appease -
rose-colored tinted memories.
Categories:
imageries, dream, longing, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
- Contest Entry -
There can be only one in my mind,
Impressing my every thought into the service of your image,
I experience your beauty a thousand times a day even when you’re absent from me,
I can conjure no other, my bladed mind full with focus, cuts deep into your vision,
Bringing to the surface, you and your eyes, you and your face, you and your body.....
My own dreams are lost to me, for you have them sheathed away securely
like cold, sharp, steel inside wood,
You have taken my mind as my head comes away from its place of rest,
I collapse into my imageries of you, as I succumb to your mental onslaught, I hear
softly....
"...There can be only one”...in my heart,
Only one tenant of my affection, a world of feelings once thrived within its confines,
Some weak, some immensely strong, while others –immortal, so entrenched, now look only to subsist,
You waged war within my heart, fierce engagements, desperate clashes,
Battling inside to destroy all that exist, vanquishing the old champions who once dominated my center,
Parrying my insecurities, beheading my impurities, you advance my heart’s sincerity,
alas, you entered as violent force, but you are the prize my heart was promised,
In the fray, I struggle, barely able to retain loving feelings of kinship and close friends,
As you fight, savagely and tirelessly, your battle cry of love echoes throughout the catacombs, as you exclaim mercilessly....
“...There Can Be Only One”...in my life,
I have only one life, and I want it with you,
You clouded my faculties and robbed my feelings of their existence,
You’ve conquered my state, compelling my capitulation, my sword to you I now offer,
My campaign is finished, I want my life in your hands, as you lead it from low valleys to higher heights, in the lush green solace of the highlands,
The gathering of the once many is no more, you are all I see, I can have no other,
I don’t live in immortality, but I offer love that can endure everything and dwell in nothingness when all else has ended,
I live but once, and for my duration, there can be....
Only one
Categories:
imageries, i love you, love,
Form:
Free verse
It was a stolen date on a late winter evening
Placing rosy dots on her cheek with a hug
A secret told to the senses instead to ears
Then found the right place for the kisses,
Kisses stamped one after the other like tears.
The real ones that I could not hold them back.
There were brief, swift and before were done
The floodgates open like a grammar book.
Starting with a comma then a question mark
Followed by an exclamation point of learning
The basic spelling that all lovers should know.
Began the kiss with colon, she got all the options.
Shake her strongly till the imageries, metaphors,
Similes are forsaken till looks like a new born.
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Date 28-10-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third place win
Contest: Fantasy (allegory-symbol) by Giorgio Veneto
Categories:
imageries, allegory, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
I write to tell you of my life
But you compare meanings with dictionaries
And understand words
Think of this poem like a lover's fight
You told me if we quarrel I must not leave the bed
So I take it I must wrestle you until you yield
If you only bring your senses to words
You are like me, too sophisticated that morning
And too naive to understand
If you will enter into life
You first die bruise and broken
For why should find life if already you are alive
Is this not what you do to me everyday
If I was not a poem I would not even care
But I know I am written to be read
Deeply; to be profoundly understood
I resent dictionaries always sabotaging my imageries
I resent you imposing on me your twisted histories
How many have you had
Is there no private to abort your the incongruities of your womb
A poem must be read without suppositions
Without hesitation
It must be penetrated and rewarded with convulsions
I vomit in revulsion unless I am placated
For the ejaculation of truth,
That is deep semen from complex tissues
And feelings that for life are complex roots.
Categories:
imageries, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
La Historia-101, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez
Imagine, I cannot
To feel their lost
Longing for the return home
Rejoicing behind closed doors
Criminal act
Propagate servitude with miserable pay
Runaway between breaths
Hunted
Capture, captive
Criminal act
Rape once again, over again
White women turned the other way
Power instilled by any means necessary
Emancipated January first 1863
Imagine, I cannot
Overseas journey, long nights
Not knowing what awaits
The other side
Driven by hate, broadcast faith
Golden Goose displays false imageries
Selective stay, citizenship
Manipulations to project extreme dislike
Plant self loathe
All in the name of supremacist tendencies
Reached land
Meenay, miny, mo
Criminal act
Los Marielitos, 1970’s
Imagine, I cannot
Under the hot sun
Vast land of sand, predetermined path
Self-sacrifice in the name of family prosperity
Uncertainty
Dreams fuel by promises
Human trafficking, lottery
Slavery
Death
Destiny
Either way, criminal act
Imagine, I cannot
Whispers of sterilization
Population control
Blinded by land’s riches
“I must have” translated to ‘let me help you prosper”
Fed ideas of growth
Second guessing labor intensive industry
Rise of unemployment, 1960’s
Restless machetes stored away
Land’s fruits stolen
Justify
Criminal act
Under false pretences, little you give lots you take
Migrant float picture of your lies
Grasp in the hand of the devil
Imagine, I can
Two thousand eleven is the year
Headlines a fluke, mostly ignore by news
Recent voices speak of fear
Fear to seek an education
Fear to seek shelter
Fear to seek food
Fear to roam about
Inhale life’s smells
Capture life’s colors
Tattoo life’s experiences
Criminal act
Imagine, I can
Flickering lights getting closer
Fused back light
Finger print attempt for a burned out back light
Tif for Tat between Blue and Morena
Unnoticed the color of his skin
Minutes after, does it really matter?
Blue soldier with a license to destroy
Destroy without questioning lives of those tricked
Brought under false pretenses; full of hope
Penniless
Left to die
Wrongfully accused
Dreams shattered
Hopeless
Categories:
imageries, angst, history, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
As fishes wriggling
The entirety of their slippery bodies
In vast oceans, lost in the glory of waters
Instincts meander
Their way through to the mind
In a pool of imagined Sensuality
With wanton desires
A longing for the temporal
Poignantly stands erect
In the throne-room of man's emotions
Motioning with a seemingly motionless demeanor
Unfulfilled cravings
Cradles persistence
In his goal oriented pursuits
Thoughts are repressed
Mental imageries suppressed
To pave way for domination
Of pleasantly positive feelings
Yet the uncouth lingers
Occasionally engages the enthroned
In scrimmages in their bid to dethrone them
Man holds the prerogative
To serve either of them willingly
Equally, man possess all it takes to be
Heinously hedonistic
And heartily attractive in personality
To please society
None can reach complete perfection
At both extremities
© Seth Boss Kay @ 19/10/2013
Categories:
imageries, allegory, deep, life,
Form:
ABC
( after Achebe's remembrance)
We opened our book of remembrance with a
Blissful kola nut from Ogidi,then poured libation
On that same ground that once held our eyes of unity.
Your photograph is that which hung on the wall
of my heart parted by walls of your wisdom and thoughts.
You saw how the moon peeped through the leaves
Uniting our shadows as you loosened your buttons
Showing me the path between two mountains;
Smooth sand of precious stones sparkled on your softness..
You're a gem in the heart of poetry figures of now.
Okigbo was but a zealous fellow of your domain.
Sorrow will be the Joy of tomorrow when Okonkwo
shall return to enquire of those who called him weak.
what makes up the poignancy of your stars?,
what make the radiant cloud relish clement despite
the inclement rain that once betrayed you ?
The most beautiful colour which paint an imminent
memory in my heart are found in the palette of moment
By the imageries in things fall apart and am eased.
if before you get to the soothing roost of opulence,
We'll remember you as a man of the people,
you did never sail through the thickness of reverberated gloom,
We'll not allow the children to fondle sky with fear like
Ikemefuna did through dogged consistency and tugged persistency .
the sweatness of tomorrow shall becomes the sweetness
of today, and the sun and the star shall supply from your thoughts.
When shadow of discouragement overshadow our reflection,
We'll search through the mirror of courage in 'there was a country
and see the encouragement in the image of your vision.
I have counted the stars for Ezeulu without a mistake,
Obi Okonkwo wIll be here with a clattering breeze to flutters his
irrevocable bluster. We will journey East again but this time
With a drum of hands and whistle of mouths to tear down
Awka with a vocable melody of caress, and remind them of
the photograph of your deeds still dangling in our eyes.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Categories:
imageries, africa, anxiety, art,
Form:
Bio
To The Prince Of The Passionate Land
Who Paints, With Both Words and Hands
Lightly Brushing Masterpieces
Riding His Realm, Wherever He Pleases
In A Far Fifth-Dimension of Grandeur
Or On A Different Cubism-Dream-Wonder
Sometimes, He Splash-Blue-Subdued
Oft Times, Just Look At The Hues, He’s Used !
His Word-Pictures Paints Such Fantasies
They Are Prince Freakasso, Styled Originalities
Places, Where Only Imageries, Can Go
Like The ‘Namesake’ Mind of Pablo Picasso
Whose Paintings Shouted, ‘Expressionism’ !
The Same Bold Style Stamps His Individualism
And When Prince Freakasso, Paints With Such Speech
His Lips, Brushes With Words So Sweet
Prince Freakasso, Of The Passionate Land
Who Paints, With His Lips and Hands
Lightly Brushing Masterpieces
Riding His Realm, Wherever He Pleases
Aaaah, Sweet Prince
Let Your Painting Commence …
From Your Pearl-Sculptress,
MoonBee
Categories:
imageries, adventure, allegory, dedication, friendship,
Form:
Light Verse