Best Implicitly Poems
Dear Lord hear my plea!
Since the dawn of time...
has reigned cruelty...
Man has chosen war,
know not what it's for,
when will there be peace?
Why can't humans learn?
Lessons from the past...
Must we live in fear...
When, your Word is clear,
Forgotten so fast
Refrain repeat
I bow down in prayer,
knowing that you're there
Dear Lord hear my plea
We all pray for change...
know not what will be...
Written in your Word...
now, not often heard,
Dear Lord hear my plea
I bow down in prayer,
knowing that you're there
Dear Lord hear my plea
Since the dawn of time...
has reigned cruelty...
Man has chosen war,
know not what it's for,
When will there be peace?
I bow down in prayer,
knowing that you're there
Dear Lord hear my plea
Hope in the new world! ...
wicked will be gone...
They have had their day,
but from You have strayed
Oh Lord for how long?
I bow down in prayer,
knowing that you're there
Dear Lord hear my plea
Still I live in hope...
trust implicitly...
I bow down in prayer,
knowing that you're there
Dear Lord hear my plea
I bow down in prayer,
knowing that you're there
Dear Lord hear my plea
I bow down in prayer,
knowing that you're there
Dear Lord hear my plea
March 07, 2021
John Derek Hamilton
Categories:
implicitly, god, gospel, hope, humanity,
Form:
Lyric
Neath midnight blue, the crescent moon hangs low
Complicit confidante, she knows my heart
This lovers’ bench we shared so long ago
Her and us, taking oath we’d never part
Still spring perfumes of rose garden linger
While hovers aura of lavish thickness
He slipped a diamond ring on my finger
All the while watching, she was a witness
Luna, you saw my heart in two he broke
You’re the one friend I trust implicitly
How does sublime love just go up in smoke
And newfound wings take flight exquisitely
Thwarted, shattered, most fervently I plea
I couldn’t bear should you too abandon me
Read on air by invitation ~ May 22, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 16, 2018 for contest NEW SONNETS ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
implicitly, grief, heartbroken, hurt, moon,
Form:
Sonnet
Of all our synchronicity,
a perfect pair implicitly,
the one thing that I dearly miss?
The perfect way we used to kiss.
Kissing you was like a dance,
full of wonder and romance.
Always sure to light a fire,
kindled flames of our desire.
Always, to you, I'd relent.
Such a gift is heaven sent.
My wish, if only one, then this,
let it be a perfect kiss.
A dance like Cinderella's ball,
caught in a moment, consuming of all.
Gliding so perfectly, right from the touch.
Fantasy moments of daydreams and such.
Age and time have changed our ways
but I'll always have yesterdays.
Days I still so deeply miss,
when you gave me that perfect kiss.
Categories:
implicitly, dance, desire, fire, kiss,
Form:
Rhyme
I look upon my partner's shiny hair,
brushed with loving care, always short and chic.
I think how there's no one who can compare.
We understand - no need for us to speak.
She's loyal. I trust her implicitly.
In troubled times, we have each other's back.
She never told me this explicitly,
but she loves me. We don't need to keep track.
She lives in the moment, don't overthink.
Though she doesn't much care to clean or cook,
she appreciates dinner and a drink.
I fell in love with her in just one look.
You could say that my partner don't suck eggs.
On the other hand (paw?), she has four legs.
Categories:
implicitly, dog, love,
Form:
Sonnet
(Esther 5: 2)
The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand
She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands
But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!
Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned
Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot ...
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman
To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began
... Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand
But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene
She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen
I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor
But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored
And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man
When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In The Power of His Hand
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(Part 2)
Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan
( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/15/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
I have always loved the story of Queen Esther ... This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen) ... then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?) ... 'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this ... MoonBee
Categories:
implicitly, beauty, bible, character, christian,
Form:
Free verse
In a world obsessed with sex
when it ends in misery
like it often does
What can they expect.
Call me old fashioned
but don't morals care and feelings matter any more
or is it just one foot in the bedroom
and one foot out of the door.
For me
I need more.
I need love
to feel loved
to give love
to make love.
Making love doesn't have to start
or finish in a bedroom
but anywhere
soft caring words an embrace a stroke of her hair
showing . some one how much you care.
Being alone
Sometimes I yearn just to hold someone
feel the warmth of her body
and kiss
that's something I really miss.
wrapped up in each others arms
by a warm log fire
on a cold winters day.
Watching a movie together
and listening to what each others has to say.
Giving caring sharing
and maybe something more daring.
Someone you can implicitly trust
faithful to quench your lust
a must.
Getting in bed is much sweeter
when you love your señorita
and just not for kicks.
Just as God planned
the love between a married woman
and married man.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.
Categories:
implicitly, caregiving, love, marriage,
Form:
Romanticism
"His Name is Calciatore"
His name is Calciatore
he loves to follow me
from room to room
he’s exceptionally
well groomed
even handsome,
one might say,
he can be quite serious
yet, he loves it
when I flirt
shamelessly with him,
day after day,
"Love will have its way", they say
it’s always “play ball”
with him, when I say this,
he grins, always leaning in
with a big wet kiss, he licks his lips
ever the true romantic
he is,
definitely,
with this, I agree
always barking
his hirsute opinions
back at me, alone or
with others in the room,
translated, in short,
he thinks, I’m a loon,
a bit like Tin Tin
but a bird
with this, taken
all in good humour,
enough is never
enough
I cannot help
but to laugh
and agree, more
and more, a little bit,
I let out his lead;
loosened up
he understands
implicitly,
who holds the reigns
sometimes,
he croons off key,
off leash, he has me
on my knees
smooching
his ears, his soft spot
with this, he always
agrees
stalking never enters
his frame, although
he loves the chase
he loves the game
He’s a character
this much is true
he loves to lick scoops
of melting L’Amour
from my never-ending bowl
of raspberry ice cream
this tickles his whiskers
he always wants more
of course, naturally,
I'm soft like
warm marshmallow
I give in,
you see
hopeless in love,
absolutely,
no discipline;
warm telepathy
is our own language
d’amour, he's always alert
always on cue, wanting more
when we turn
in for the night
before I turn off
the lights,
with his eyes
he says,
"I Love You",
then,
he confesses,
with his eyes,
before I walk out
the door -
his real name
is Blue.
later I hear
him snore;
such is Love
content, I smile,
a little laugh follows,
then I sleep;
when I wake
next morning,
there he is pronto,
lying beside me
back for more,
he takes the lead
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
implicitly, humor, love, muse,
Form:
Romanticism
You feed and live on lies and malice
Deception is the cloak you wear so elegantly
The crisp white robes, expensive suits or
The everyday clothes of the working class
Your hands... your blood-stained hands you wash
‘It is clean’ you think because you cannot see
Your eyes, they are sealed! Blind to the simple truths!
At meals you sit in the company of your cohorts
Devouring dreams and futures of the young
You breathe the foul stench of murderous deeds
Unending cries of the dead echo through the universe
Reaching high to the throne of the one Creator
Who is this god that you serve?
Under cover of night at clandestine forums you speak
In villages, towns and cities where poverty strangles
Where hatred, intolerance are inherent
Where vulnerable young men and women, beguiled
Brainwashed to hate and destroy their own lives
In light of day in the presence of strangers
Your words flow free like fresh golden honey
Rich and thick with lies and deception
Making incredible promises you could never deliver!
From lips perverse and pregnant with deceit
And who is this god you serve?
You may attempt to hide what is written in your heart
'Though quite often you succeed, yet never without a struggle
For truth and light are "alive" and will not be buried forever!
In this universe created out of order, be assured, there is an appointed day
When all men will give account for the time spent here on earth
The enemy, you claim, is anyone unlike you
Whether it be !in color, religion or race or whatever!
Stop! We would all do well to look deep within,
Past that mirrored image is you... your "enemy"
The one who murders with intent
Who is this god that you serve?
Who is this ‘god’ that you serve so diligently
This ‘god’ that requires mere mortals kill one another
On his behalf, and to accomplish what goals?
Implicitly I believe in the One true God
Who made everything out of nothing but His Word!
Who forbids pride, greed, hatred, lies and murder!
Who still, by the way, stays His mighty hands
Being desirous that no man should perish
His Word has gone out and will not return void
Patiently he's waiting our repentance,
Rest assured He will not wait forever!
Categories:
implicitly, dedication, people, religion, war,
Form:
Free verse
STAND BESIDE ME
I look beyond the here and now
The sides and in-between
The way we were, the way we are
The way we've always been
My soul mate stands before me
Your shadow steps into mine
I pour the nectar to the glass
Speak my mystic rhyme
Spellbound I had you from the start
Spellbound you'll ever be
Potions, spells and magic wands
Crystal ball that I may see
Disperse the smoke and clouds of grey
The cotton wool of life
I said back then as I say today
I love being your wife
You take the words from my mouth
Stole them by a kiss
Saying 'yes you have me spellbound
But the true chemistry was this...
I cast this spell we're bound to
It was me, with my magicians tricks
Unveiling a spell of magic you say..
I'll grant you one more wish
One more wish that I may ask of you
what more do I need?
My heart is so full of loving you
There's not room for it to breathe
There is something I'll ask of you
To fulfill that precious wish
You'll complete my soul implicitly
If for me you would do this...,
'Stand beside me sometimes
In-front of me when times get tough
Stand behind me when I'm confident
Beneath to lift me up
Lie beside me when I'm sleeping
Watch over me when I don't see
And on our Golden anniversary
Recite this back to me'
Our Love needs no spells or potions
The magic is always there
Two hearts that beat in unity
A lifetime we two share.
Categories:
implicitly, devotionme, love, magic, may,
Form:
Rhyme
Like fish
for whom water might have the transparent invisibility
of ubiquitous healthy atmosphere,
our primal natural-spiritual nondual first love
and last hope
is for ever-more regenerative health trends,
and not degenerative pathology trends.
That being so,
if indeed I have this Left-Right balanced accurately,
conserve-progress polypathically,
economically and politically,
ecologically,
then health optimization for both LeftBrain ego conservatism
and RightBrain ecoconscious nondual freedom of integrity,
can never settle for WinLose choices,
instead, using these emerging competing choices
toward discerning WinWin multicultural regenerativity.
This could be true within a humane-divining individual,
within secular-sacred families and households,
within natural dynamic-enspirited,
cooperatively-owned and managed economies,
and between politically incorporated governments,
as it is true within any regeneratively trending healthy ecosystem,
whether explicitly,
or merely implicitly,
bi-lateral balancing our nondualist co-arising journey
toward WinWin healthy ego/eco-consciousness,
like fish in ecotherapeutic waters.
Categories:
implicitly, culture, freedom, games, health,
Form:
Prose Poetry
We are drawn here for the festivity, to glorify His name.
In our crimson best, presents wrapped gaily, to glorify His name.
Joyous revelers and their dutiful handlers arriving.
Doors open, we are welcomed heartily, to glorify His name.
Presents not expected, but the mistress will not feel neglected.
Material offerings stacked neatly, to glorify His name.
The High Priestess, same outfit as daughter she wears, begins the Mass.
Tailless donkey, fat clown smirks knowingly, to glorify His name.
The sacrificial ham, its remains doused in mustard and served up
In a Wonder Bread coffin festively, to glorify His name.
Materialistic revelry, the presents torn asunder
Young onlookers seethe deliriously, to glorify His Name.
Priestess brings out decorated cake, pink frosting, five blazing flames
Candles trace pentagram, implicitly, to glorify His name.
Ice cream Bacchanaila, another unhinged Saturnalia
Revelers sway intoxicatedly, to glorify His name.
Sugar crash dysphoria, the merrymaking ends tearfully.
Priestess signals the Mass’ ending quickly, to glorify His name.
Thomas asks, with tremulous hesitation and no small dreading,
Is Jimmy’s birthday party next Sunday, to glorify His name?
3/13/16
For the "Give me a Gazal" contest by Timothy Hicks
Categories:
implicitly, america, birthday, childhood, culture,
Form:
Ghazal
Mandurah, cruises, jingle bells,
The lake house splendor in shooting stars dwell,
Tremendous Christmas without snow, implicitly the stunner glide,
Black phantom unveil the cloak of his clandestine pride,
Scintillation gigantic Casuarina Equisetifolia ornament tree,
Embellish the solitude's dew which endorsed by the clasp of glee,
Dear Christmas Eve, I am your bride,
Let me merry you by the simplicity of thee pride
Author's Note:
Mandurah : Situated on Western Australia's beautiful coastline about 72km
south of Perth
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5th place
SEASON OF LIGHTS, DELIGHTS & ENLIGHTENMENT: OUR GLOBAL COMMUNITY Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Cyndi MacMillan
Categories:
implicitly, holiday, nostalgia, christmas, christmas,
Form:
Kyrielle
Spilling a stampede of ink's prisms in brilliant
words infusing a Poet's thoughts.
Conveying creativity to provocative
imaginations .
Implicitly complying to isolating reality
Creating new dimensions where
Clock's spilling time's perceptions living
the moment of now forever.
Clockwise wisdom from wicked word’s
of a Crazy mind.
Philosophically our minds process symphonies
of orchestrated word's allowing cognitive man
to stay in harmony with the mind & body
a climax of our souls.
Mind the symphony insane insanity
orchestrated by the body in climax.
Words infuse a person's thoughts.
Emotions are expressed by the pitch of spoken word's.
Words communicate & body language speaks
emotions relative to the words
infused of a person's thinking.
Wisdom can be found reading in between the lines.
A paragraph of powerful catchphrases speaks
melodies of a catchy tune & flowers of imaginations
bloom.
Philosophy is ergonomics of the mind.
Urban legends in the suburbs.
Sounds of absurd check out the proverbs.
Cognition is a subject of cognitive man.
Premonitions are permissions of man's cognition.
Relative to the fixed position.
Precognition is a psychic's dream
an heard but not seen.
Culture is a reflection of society's ideology
theories of mythology in series of theologies.
Hypothetical theories query a qued question.
The clocks bleeding times perception
of dimensions in galaxies
light year's away.
Romeo’s an architect of accentuating
love's aesthetics in romance.
Twice pleasing to appeasing
sentiments in orchestra's
of delinquent eye's to witnesses.
Accentuating abstracts in non-conformities
designs contemporary aesthetics
in modern times.
Contemplating exquisite elegance unique
powers doubling my mind's conspiracy
of forwarding complex sediments.
Orchestrated the dynamics time playing
noteworthy scales of creativity
All the syllables in a kilogram of lines,
echoing grams of killer dope words whispering
persuasive complexity.
A mythic's chanting elegant wizardrtrii
enchanting ageless philosophies elegance of
life's angelic orchids of ageless wisdom's.
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Categories:
implicitly, creation, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Epic
Your warmth is like a womb's amnion ambience
Your light is supreme reassurance
Your manna is my sustenance.
I trust in thee implicitly
I am elated with your glee
I am awed by the power of your simplicity.
They who would destroy us
They are ground into dust
They cannot conquer this spirit so joyous.
We are one in wedded bliss
We quite enjoy each other's kiss
We, of the world, its riches not miss.
He that threatens our bond will die
As she who tempts my wanton eye
And on its sanctity I must rely.
Categories:
implicitly, girlfriend,
Form:
Terza Rima
The woodland's sights and scents add a piquancy to the affair
By the moonlight's inky, starry gaze, so fleeting to retain
To dawn's fragile light shadows benignly filtering through
The damp, earthy undergrowth a mossy bed convenient
An ample, rough bark, redwood tree and gnarled, dry spreading roots.
A humble haven for primal, abandoned, wanton display
The foliage green canopy conceals a multitude of sins
Anton, my lover, you are the saviour of my heart and soul
Truly I love to breathe your masculine scent and hair
Struggling to restrain my appetites when you are nearby
Alone I desperately yearn for you, it's my private fear
But today I am ecstatic , for you have proposed to me
To imagine having you all to myself in body and soul.
Anton, I shall prove my love for you is of the constant kind
All those sacrifices we have made could surely only bind
Let the headiness I feel pirouette me into your arms
To feel your consuming ardency continue on and on
I love our bit of heaven we experience when alone
Continually let us revive that special passionate spark
Passions do fade allocated to dusty memory banks
But my love so rejuvenates me as we meet every day
My dear Anton I am afraid to live this life without you
I want you to reiterate that you feel the same for me
Totally enveloped in your entire world implicitly
Once an old fortune teller asked me to cross her hand with gold
As she had a precious gem of knowledge to impart to me
Her vivid, streaked, carmine red mouth grinned amiably
As she tightly held my hand and peered at my outstretched palm
Perusing it lengthily said advantages there would be
"Look into my eyes, oh yes I see a grand passion madam"
Seeing my doubtful gaze, she said "it is all here in your hand"
"You must tell me when shall it be" I vocally did demand
"Patience, soon, very soon, the man is quite a suitable match"
Excitedly I jumped for joy "in life you mean", I questioned
"No, never that, it shows an equally passionate pair".
Categories:
implicitly, i love you, lust,
Form:
Blank verse