Best Imaginable Poems
I remember when
Q was part of a Tip
now Q is a one way trip
to crazy town
It’s a place where thoughts flip
and up is down
Where every imaginable
conspiracy is found
Listen to that mind cracking sound
in a basement of a pizza shop
they think that trafficked
children are bound
Democrats demonized
Satan worshipers
Drinking babies blood
Some welcome the insanity
in like a flood
Internet researches
named Beth, Karen,
Mike, Bubba, Bob and Bud
all of them happily
wallowing in the mud
So wether they believe
in the Deep State
or PizzaGate
QAnon somehow thinks
an Old World Order
controls our fate
Slick videos crash minds
as feeble sheeple
bite into the bait
January 6th
becomes their new favourite date
Somehow
they feel truly Patriotic
instead of Psychotic
Crazy takes off like gangbusters
a fuse attached to a rocket
It seems a certain President
had them in his pocket
A gun aimed at the Capitol
and Donny cocked it
They were all dim lightbulbs
and he electrified the socket
So the Q tipped
as we watched on TV
what a crazy trip
“Hang Mike Pence”
dripped from their lips
Through broken windows
the mob slipped
as the fabric of Democracy
was stained and ripped
Still with that darkness over the Country
freedom was only temporarily eclipsed
So while the world watched
and ridiculed
“We The people” found a way
Thankfully the majority had the final say
Yes America witnessed a new day
QAnon, White Power, Proud Boys
and Anti Semites were kept at bay.
Should that not in the end
be “The American Way”?
Categories:
imaginable, abuse, america, angst, discrimination,
Form:
Political Verse
To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made of iron and steel.
I have several dents but no one has managed to break me.
I have pieces that have been chipped away but as my mother always told me it shows how strong we truly are.
I've fought my way through life as it tried to drag me down with temptation and lust.
I've fought wars within myself because I wished to be made of satin and silk.
I've tried to cover my tough skin with a fragile exterior but that doesn't work for us, dear.
Our hearts have a way to beam with light.
We are here to help people heal both body and mind
And I am so so so very sorry to have to tell you
That you can not heal those who wish to stay wounded.
You will try to stay and help them,
But they will curse you even with their dying breath.
Even if you have spent countless hours taking care of them, making sure they are fed.
Bathed.
Clothed.
They will still blame you for their misery.
Your heart is one most rare,
It is both a curse and a blessing.
There is no way to block it.
I've tried to block it out with cigarettes, drugs, and liquor.
But I am afraid there is no cure for those pure of heart.
You will see the good in everyone.
Even the blackest of hearts.
It will make you vulnerable.
It will cause you to go blind to their cruelty.
It will break your heart in every way imaginable.
And in the end, you will still be able to stand,
And laugh in the face of their hate,
Because they don't see their own beauty,
They don't see their own light,
So they continue to live in darkness.
They continue to hate what they cannot see.
Keep your heart close to you always.
But never be afraid to love,
I wish for you to love fearlessly and unforgivingly.
Never let someone define your worth,
Live as though you are scared of nothing.
Laugh like a lunatic and smile all the time.
Allow yourself to show compassion and forgiveness even when it is not deserved.
Your mom is always here for you,
And i will never let you fall too hard.
But you do have to fall sometimes
But only sometimes.
i beg you
never forget
you aren't made of wood and clay
or from bricks and mortar
Nor silver and gold.
But of iron and steel.
Categories:
imaginable, baby, daughter, giving, poetry,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
She prays; gods halo again brightly creeping from underneath the shadowed covers of comfort. Slowly awakening her blissful HEArT re*collabrated and re*juvinated to start the day quietly tip-toed inside her peaceful home. A plantation thats shown to be told,firmly planted is all she'll ever know, thank you god my almighty straight to the LION'S den's mouth, as her heart is poured out in extreme greatness. She announced her DOGS EYE is not in pain anymore. So Thank You god for you are my only GOD!!!! You've engaged this HEArT strongly SHAPPED, I do love me; and the WOMAN I have become. In these last few weeks she has learned GENUINE SOULS do care like you, as parents we will keep her fruitful n' clothed. She'll learn that LOVE IS: more powerful then anything imaginable as you have, you image this world through a precious eye;(my DOG) across the sky in colorful RAE'S of skittles I can taste the RAINBOW... COLLABRATING IN THE CLOUDS... Watching SUN~SET DAWN DOWN fast asleep holding on to those DREAMS along side my dog. Teaching everyone to LOVE with/out SELFishness, just against GRACE For her HEART Is BIGGER Than the UNIVERSE.... As she chooses FREE~WILL!!!!!!
WILLINGLY!!! I Know now her Entire FAMILY HouseHold is in good HEALTH, SAFEly hidden from DANGER N' HARM,and has had A Peacful nights rest beside the warm fire I will lay;as she closes her eyes during nights break.
I LOVE YOU GOD FOR ALL YOu DO N' SHOW!!!
Written by: Carma SWEETHEART; and
Ravonne Jus MAD (BRITTANY CALDWELL)
06-21-12. Thank you BRITTANY for letting me do this I am truly honored*ENJOY!!! ;D
Categories:
imaginable, childhood, faith, inspirational, god,
Form:
Free verse
ATHENS DECEMBER 1983
COSMOS COLOURED KALEIDOSCOPE
A world so full of people,
Yet so empty,
Its vacuum is unbelievably painful,
Our cosmos surrounds us
In it’s infinite greatness,
But within, lies only selfishness.
A planet, a continent
A country, a town,
What does it matter if there
Is no meaning to
It’s very existence,
If for what we are looking
For, lies hidden beneath a
Lifetime’s experimentation?
A vision for a lust
Of living suddenly
Flashes past,
And as thirsty as we are to
Fulfil our innermost desires,
Grasp out and clutch,
At an unfinished dream,
Only to find that this illusion
Is not tangible,
Only imaginable!
Categories:
imaginable, life,
Form:
Free verse
So
WLM
Wilncrazy555
May 10, 2011
I love you so
And in this lifetime you will never know
The love in my heart
Has been there from the start
The first time on metrodate
The site of our union
We always had our ups and downs
But we weathered through the obstacles
To where we are today
And each day from here forward
Until the precious Lord takes me away
To the place of glory and contentment
But even in Heaven I will be
Watching over you and guiding you
To find the perfect image of me
To carry on the traditions of glorious marriage
Which you will not be deprived of
While you are still young and beautiful
Which will never change?
For you beauty is endless to mine eyes
For the time being while I am still with you
I will always love, honor, and cherish
Beyond imagination and comprehension
You are my queen and the mother of my children
Who will grow into the years?
From youth to adulthood
Knowing they have always been loved
To the fullest extent imaginable
From this day forward
I pray these things in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Amen
Chorus
Our father is always there
He knows in our hearts what we need
He guides us in our daily lives
Our father he will always be
Categories:
imaginable, death, devotion, faith, family,
Form:
Lyric
The underlying degree to which we strive to achieve
the highest form of spirituality by
sticking to the basics is often found in the securest embrace imaginable. Not even a whirlwind of time could blur the solid line that keeps us going in the same direction. Sometimes we offer our bodies to be held so deeply that our hearts beat emphatically, wanting more while telling ourselves tonight, simple kisses will suffice.
Oftentimes, I write poems
along the lines of wanting more when I know less is best, so tonight I just want to expose you to the lost pages of my dairy, place your lips around the alliteration of my sentences, and feed me your favorite lines. Entangle our souls to the point there's no separation. Let us be judged as one because heaven would be hell if you weren't in it. And please keep your clothes on while I undress your mind. It's pen time.
Categories:
imaginable, passion, writing,
Form:
Free verse
I not here to condemn the world but it be saved
Tho I walk the shadows of life its darkness
Appear not unto me for I am
Constant struggle the path lead not destruction
But obstacles of mysteries unknown
Who I am is strong and will minded
Setting feat's only imaginable
But conquering all wars for I am
I am of pain, it's misery of desire
Emptiness I am not without but I feel
Who I am is of much more power than I
Do I stand not that I am let to stand
My souls dying thirst for life I breathe
Only that I believe I carry my next air
It's who I am, a fighter of my own domain
A life I see which takes many years
Not just to be but it eats at your inside
The people, the problem, the solution
Who I am, what life has made
But who I am, what I have made
Categories:
imaginable, appreciation, cheer up, courage,
Form:
Free verse
I will use some lovely words today.
I am determined to use words like gossamer, gauzy,
delight, nirvana, heavenly, and what the heck?
Who is knocking on my door like that? Putting me in a bad mood.
It sounds like they are pounding the house down.
It is my dog, who cannot get into her doggie door with the
stuffed duck in her mouth.
Okay.
Where was I?
I have a word list of all the most romantic, poetic words
imaginable. Words I rarely use. Words like luna, cosmic,
mystical, Ophelia, roses, demon lover, allure, alight, uplift.
Crumb!
Who is in my driveway?
I hate it when a truck stops here.
The dog goes crazy, breaking my concentration.
Oh, a good friend, who wants to paint today.
Yes, I can easily switch gears.
This poetry thing is not working a bit anyway…..
Categories:
imaginable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
known-unknown
seen-unseen
imaginable-unimaginable
everything
everything
waiting
patiently-chaotically
for Your judgment day
to see You
at one wink, O' GOD
-January 03, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
imaginable, how i feel,
Form:
Light Verse
The Sun rises...
I know the supposed science
of light,
bips and wavy lines of
pulsed propagation
like a heart
like emotions~
how human feelings start
and stop, the forward/backward of time --
the morning news
our repeated proclamations
stagnation and regressive
signatures, announced and printed
shouted over electronic airways
man’s modern-day gazettes
dawn’s transparent lush
on my face,
I admire and study –
the brushwork of gleams~
patterns of my traveled summits
and depressions indented
zebra primrose blossoming, in short
what love created such marvelous
striations? Say ye a God~ surely even
the moron
in glaring absence of other proof
would not guess less?
Him/Her? Our Blessed Hermaphrodite
of sentient-being creating, of morphing-realms
unending evolving
salacious advances of life mating,
entangling, imparting fond mysteries --
lips of roses unfurling, curling, inviting
nearer breaths for uninhibited exploration –
such exposure awakens and sleeps
yet we sense beyond-maturity
delve the wizard behind the curtain
all us Dorothys
trying to find a true way home
imaginable, at least a steady firmament though we
slip precipitously – My thought, to dust, clean and change
the sheets, as a new warmth attempts to re-freshen
recover nature’s veiled cycles our nightly often deeply
staining retreats
Categories:
imaginable, creation, emotions, humanity, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
A determined chicken collector and her obliging spouse
Reside in a small town, inside a quaint sort-of HEN house
High upon a mountain top covered with melting snow
Displays of ceramic chickens, last count was ninety or so
A colorful brood of biddies, bantam silks and pompous hens
Perched on sills and everywhere between the Rhode Island Reds
The black cast-iron weather vane sits on the roof outside
The rooster that is welded on, quite a windy ride
A hoard arranged on counters, gently placed in rows
Silent as they cluck and strut in every kind of chicken pose
All styles and breeds imaginable from ceiling to the floor
Each room parades a show of cock-a-doodles galore
I’m not taking any chances when I wander through this coop
When chickens start cluckin’, ceramic feathers I’ll be pluckin’
While I’m cooking chicken soup
*Dedicated to my sister who collects ceramic chickens
Categories:
imaginable, humorous, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
Nebuchadnezzar his royal highness
Engulfed by the abundance of his sight,
Once mused himself to the madness
Which arose from the pride of his heart:
"Is this not the great Babylon kingdom
Built by the swiftness of my might?
The kingdom that seizes the freedom
Of whatsoever nation it chooses to fight!
Whosoever it deems me fit to spare,
What shall make him not see the night?
And whosoever's life to spare I less care,
How could he escape my fury's fright?
O great Babylon the city of valour
Whose majesty of no precarious flight,
Remains at its best an epitome of honour
To the insatiable view of my delight!"
But while the utterances of his folly
Reeled from the abundance of his pride,
The Ancient of Days—Lord Most Holy—
Could not afford Himself of glory deprived;
Therefore He (God) had to prove to him
That all on which his pride such relied,
Were conquests which in his wildest dream
Couldn't have been, however all he tried.
For only He (God) to whoever He wills,
Has that power and discretion to decide
Who is he who dies, and who is he who lives
—Even the fate of all that crawl and glide!
These He does that no flesh may share
In the glory which in Him alone should abide;
Even that no lifeless god may least bear
A glory with which it was never designed.
And so to him a Voice at the instant came
That in his next seven years to be spent,
He would be devoid of same feat and fame
By which he became so proud and impudent:
That he may know that only The Most High
Has the ultimate power at every moment,
To deliver into a king's hands who should die
At any imaginable or unprecedented event.
Alas, a pathetic judgement was passed
(Which turned him a beast for a torment);
Oh, the disgraced king on the fields housed,
Far from the comfort of his majestic tent!
But the repented king (whose new birth
occured after the years of his punishment),
Praised the God of the heavens and earth
For such a great opportunity to repent.
"King Nebuchadnezzar is really worthy of emulation for his recompense
of heart...But most especially, for his repentance from pride and folly!"
Categories:
imaginable, pride,
Form:
Rhyme
Translucent is the beauty of the foxglove flower,
hiding is something they never ever do; they are
poisonous giving rashes, nausea and headaches !
Find them in a cottage garden mingling, entangled with cat mint,
often they self seed in very strange and odd places,
xcelsior hybrids are available in many lovely colors;
go look inside the tubular flower for freckles and spot decorations.
Love and admire them in a woodland theme garden,
on sunny days I pause to treasure their loveliness;
very respected flower to treat heart failure for over 200 years,
enjoy them but do not touch them without gloves.
Foxgloves make a nice gift (with warning) for a friends garden, but
like taking over yours- you need to control their rambling ways;
on tall spikes these dreamy gems grow tall and stunning,
walls of this charming flowers that are a true natural beauty.
Every color imaginable is available but I am fond of pink,
remove the tallest spikes to make room for new growth.
_________________________
January 13, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/The Foxglove Flower
Copyright Protected, ID 16-744-392-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
imaginable, flower,
Form:
Acrostic
I dress for comfort not for speed these days
And believe me I dress for comfort a lot
Forget the hassle of even tying a lace
When I slip into a cool pair of Crocs
I'm blessed to live near a Crocs store
And you know I can't help but go hog wild
Walls and walls of Crocs from ceiling to floor
In every imaginable color and style
When I dress for the night to show off my stuff
The smell of plastic permeates the air
It's like a drug, this shoe in which I am in love
I'll shout in the air! My love affair! I do not care!
You see I have my casual Crocs
As well as my Sunday go to meeting pair
They make me wish it was Sunday
more often than not
Cause when I wear them I'm in heaven
and feel I'm walking on air
On normal days when I mow yards for a living
I put on my Manly Work Crocs
When Winter is here and the cold comes a-licking
Crocs look stunning with knee high socks
So you see I have all of my bases covered
You've gotta love it, like it or not
Of course I walk on one side of the street,
my family the other
Cause I like to jump up and down, turn around,
skip and bounce whenever I am wearing my Crocs
Categories:
imaginable, funny, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Flawless Aster under Auspicious Cloud.
I find myself under an Auspicious cloud.
My sweet dreams overcome the flaws in disaster.
Smoothing away all my flaw's in my fear.
I slept under the star shape like an Aster.
Vanishing away the ugliness of my nightmares.
I awaken to a peaceful morning of tranquility.
In a fragrance path leading me to my own Dynasty.
I saw the solution that disabled the flaws of our unity.
Using myself perception of my abilities.
I am overwhelmed by the flawless gloom.
Accepting the careless ways of my responsibilities.
Surrounded by the human bloom.
I am cheerfully flowing out a perfectiveness of a glow.
My flaws have been cleansed and purified.
I joined the flowers of the radiant promising future.
To accomplished life in an auspicious way.
A flawless look into the obvious day.
A beautiful elegance in our harmonious way.
Unmarked in every soul with a purple ray.
Faultless, blameless, no need to beg and pray.
Unhurt like the beauty we find in the sky.
You hold me close with the whole feeling of love.
I am the Auspice in your eye.
Undamaged me with the atmosphere of your Aster wondrous sky.
Unharmed you stand in front of me.
I'm wild like an Aster flower in your hands so perfectly.
Smiles to the world full of flawlessness.
Like a diamond found in nature untouched and unbroken.
Spoken words clearly come out bless.
A star, two flowers, a cloud, an imaginable token.
Symbolizing the love with no weakness.
Impacted on kindness and daintiness.
Waking up to the the worlds of reality.
I turn around like the moon.
On my taste buds I flavored the blossom smell.
The brightness of a flawless day.
I brush the dust of my shoulders.
I have no anger to castaway.
I've earned no fault when it comes to reason.
Now it's time to comprehend to live in the new.
Forbid my self to dwell on the old.
Look into the beauty that our future world holds.
Close the vision that we only see things for its flaws.
Clear your mind to inner self of mortality.
Longing to see the Aster in the dark sky.
I own the impurity of my air to the Auspicious cloud.
To absolute revive the love of the things that are alive.
By: P.D.
Categories:
imaginable, hope, imagination, lifeme, world,
Form:
Free verse