Best Indicative Poems
Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil
Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region where the dark
Evil and uncanny mists occlude the terrifying presence of a great
Dark Doomsday cult of vicious and horrifying beasts that are now
Perpetuated from a putrid Hellspawn by Lucifer’s own command!
Corrupted with the presence of sacrilegious beasts of true violence
Who hate all aspects of humankind with their spirit of maleficence,
And wince not whilst decapitating the heads of those who disagree
With them, and creating a mindless havoc of unparalleled tragedy
That’s become an expected, sad occurrence of Mankind writ large!
Brandishing a razor-sharp, coal-black-blade is their evil incarnation,
Of a time, that’s totally indicative of their chaotic rampage of bloody
Burning attacks as battlegrounds are drawn into an eternal darkness,
From whence there may be no return since there’s a dark, blood-red
Poison, from the dark afterlife, in which every drop of blood is toxic!
Every drop of this spilt blood-red poison has a deadly demonic aroma,
That produces nasty swarms of ravenous locusts to torment all innocent
Victims caught between the machinations of Almighty God and Lucifer.
In this reality, these evil spirits cast their malevolent spells without any
Scruple, wishing for Mankind’s swift destruction by Lucifer himself!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 24, 2017
(Quintain)
Categories:
indicative, dark, evil, fantasy, horror,
Form:
Quintain (English)
(A Co-worker)
Stop hatin' on me you ole crow,
Why don't you give me what you owe-
Me and that is respect you old coot,
Don't you know that I know that crows
Only pick at the best fruit,
It's as if you can see my future better than I can,
That is why you are acting like a twisted fan,
All out of control and down right vindictive,
Usually that kind of behavior is indicative,
Of someone who is jealous hearted and bitter,
Misery loves company and baby sitters,
I wish you would quit slandering my name,
You have had your fifteen minutes of fame,
Stop hatin' on me you ole coot,
Don't you know that I know that crows
Only pick at the best fruit.
Categories:
indicative, funny, me, me,
Form:
Everything in my past,
has shaped me into who I am today
Daughter I'm fine
Thinking on all the years we had
which you today opt out of
Actions, decisions and choices
My world is hushed and silent
No laughter from grandchildren
every soft embrace is faded
A million words would not brings you back,
none of your puzzle pieces fit together
There is pain on both sides
Daughter I hope you are fine
I cannot live with drama and lies
We often want to avoid unpleasant feelings
and lose touch with who we are
But you must be ready
and emotionally available
Our emotions are a compass
indicative when we makes choices
Nothing is impossible
you are a part of my heart
16.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
It's a part of me /Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
1st place in the contest
Categories:
indicative, daughter, emotions, family, love,
Form:
Narrative
(Spock)
Captain, sensors indicate a power surge
Resonating through their ship's body
I'm sure I don't have to remind you
They have their own Scotty
(the questioning me)
But where has faith brought us?
As I look around I see
A species not asking any questions
About the infinite possibilities
(the faith-based me)
But that's why it's called faith
Trusting in what you cannot see
All things can be yours
If you will just........ believe....
(the questioning me)
I hear what you're saying
Catchy slogans always dazzle me
But once people think they're right
Then there's only eternal stagnancy
(Spock)
And Captain don't forget our mission
The beauty of opening new doors
To go to those forbidden places
Where no man has gone before
With the sadness of lost friendship
And as I look into my own eyes
The damage of my faith-based fears
Struggling as I say the word, "Fire"
Photons rip through the hull
Of this Enterprise of faith
And the exaggerated look of horror
Spreads across both of our face
And now I consider the wreckage
Of a species void of curiosity
Silently content to be powerless
And stare mindlessly at a TV
And I wonder if all new awareness
Must first go through this stage
As we learn that asking questions
Is not indicative to faith
Captain's Personal Log,
There is a sadness that comes from destroying the part of me that wants
so desperately to believe in something. Yet I have found this faith always
leads to a limitation of consciousness, a stagnancy of awareness that
leads to a retraction of my identity, and ultimately to the most unbearable
unhappiness. But now I wish to stop looking to what others want me to
believe, and to look to myself. No fear of the judgments I was taught as
a child. No fear of abandoning always what someone else always told
me. The thrill of the stars is calling me, and I want to go where no man........
has gone before...........
Categories:
indicative, philosophy, spacefaith, fear, me,
Form:
The poem is a beautiful garden
Yet the visiting admirer
Sees only the surface
Beautiful?
Colorful?
Chaotic?
Orderly?
Are the tidy, straight rows of strawberries
Indicative of a neat, colorful gardener?
Or are there roots and seeds that tell
A different, and truer story
Of what was, and is,
and is to come?
The words are the flowers…
But what do they mean?
The poem is a vast sea yet the cruise ship tourist
Sees only the surface, here for a moment
With places to go and things to do
No time to explore the life within
No time to go deeper
No time to be silent
No time to be…
Frightened
Comforted
Awestruck
Enveloped
Uplifted
Are the soft, quiet rolling waves above
Indicative of a still, peaceful below?
Are there creatures and currents
Untouched and unshared,
Unseen and unknown?
The words are the waves
But what do they mean?
Your face is the surface of the sea
Categories:
indicative, mystery, ocean, sea,
Form:
Free verse
I searched for the answer
to a question I dared to ask
wondering why people hide
behind so many masks.
The query was this:
"What's happened to integrity
when honesty is replaced
with deceit and insincerity?"
I had several insightful answers
but was left in grim despair
when i realized that so few noticed,
or perhaps they just didn't care.
It's indicative of the times
in which the world now exists;
one in which deception reigns
with belligerence and raised fists.
Categories:
indicative, integrity, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Either silent or eloquent
A name there must be
To be a speck in the infinity
Without the speck, high or low
Where the heck you can go
So I have a name too
Denoting both red and blue
The colours of courage
To struggle in the race
Of pleasant survival
It is elimination in namelessness
Disintegration like disgrace
A shame
It is integration in a name
Sometimes toward the hall of fame
May be in a global group
Or at least in Poetry Soup
So I have a name too
In order to be distinct to you
In dark and dew
Though doubtful in poetry soup
Again a disintegration in a name too
In the zoo
Of religion, cast and creed
Instruments of power and greed
Namelessness here might eliminate
The black holes of disregard and hate
I dislike the surname of my name
Indicative of higher caste claim
A profound nonsense
In Indian culture
A rose or a non-rose
A name must be there
To get close and warm
Into your charm
Silent or eloquent
Strong or faint
In paint or poetry
Alone or in a tremor of chemistry
Mere you and I will not do
We need a name
In the eternal game
Hence my name
Pointing towards radiance and spirit
Though I am nowhere near it
Still trying for some resolution
Of restless conflict
_____________________________
17/01/2017
Silent One’s Poetry Contest
What’s in a name
Categories:
indicative, color, conflict, courage, image,
Form:
Free verse
What open display of arrogance!
Only fools would dare to chance
Do we know what tomorrow brings,
Just around and beyond the bend?
This desperation blinds you so,
And your mind in need of a mend
Such wasted time spent scavenging
The personal lives of others
Diligently searching for rotten fodder!
So much joy and pleasure you've found,
In this insatiable hunger for hate
Too far advanced that it'll not dissipate!
Self destruction, the path you are on,
Always conveyed by a toxic attraction
Darkness, misery your proud domain
But a house of dead fruit.. my disdain
Like children, playing games at being wise
You will learn, life tames and cuts to size!
So, show your "beautiful" colors,
Your elegant garb for the world to see
By day or night, light pierces the dark,
Truth is alive and forever will be!
A life of delusion is not worth a dime
The trail you leave is indicative by slime
Never far behind, there it goes! Watch it spew!
The name tag you wear plainly for all to view
Note: For Catie Lindsey's "Outrageous Rhyme" Contest
Categories:
indicative, business, life, peoplelife,
Form:
Rhyme
Plagued by incandescent ferments I grapple zealously,
with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads,
and melange of eccentric foibles,
considered by some to be a minus,
but without this composite what is my real nature?
reflection on a manifest mettlesome being,
leaden skewed traffic jam’s tailback of relative prospect,
normalcy a supernatural synonym,
apperception fringed by lambent twinkling,
that tantalising twirl of clustered countless spirits,
quirk-some inklings seem a weakness,
whilst chasing galaxy of plus point,
self-ostracised by atypical apparently conflicting plethora,
grave as in shadow id, tombstone stark exit but salutary motto,
etched eerily by one staunch depiction,
on catalytic other form of self,
unresolved human traits in multiples,
indicative of lack, lack of bearing?
me that nutrient rich plot that has,
this wondrous green blade potential compass,
me as sumptuous summer gust freshener,
of inner coastal home philosopher’s dwelling,
me an endless random version,
of charcoal midnight gleeful ghost,
blithely skimming chimney tops on deep quest,
yet nascent dawn usher lurks within,
augurs well for that sound ultimate coexistence,
despite an underbelly of niggling doubt
Hopefully I’m kind
at heart but rare traits might just
scupper thoughtful aim
Categories:
indicative, character, deep, endurance, fate,
Form:
Haibun
ANTICIPATIONS
with
apprehensive
contrasts
in
sombre
glimpses
totally
themselves
&
so
necessary
to survive
disquiet
made
manifest
in
venerable
tradition
an
intensity
emulated
with
hypnotic
fixity
a
considered
significance
evident
&
perceptible
with
an
indicative
corrective
descending
an
embarked
inclination
Categories:
indicative, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Tattle cries are just as loud as battle cries,
but the difference is
tears from mannequins dry on untouchable skin.
You may have a purpose, but your attempt at a movement
is motionless because your passion
is a carefully constructed image
replicated in a false ideology
that manifests into something specific
obtaining a manual manipulation.
A self servant visibility is indicative
of an egocentric personality and everything insinuated
to be perceptually believed as sacred
usually doesn't leave further than the tapping of your fingers.
You proselytize by regurgitating the ways
of a preferred deity and establish yourself
by turning your mirror to reflect the angle
of how you want to be seen and adjust your thoughts
for a higher seat in your vanity
in order to possess everything in your hypocrisy.
The feedback you get initiates a sedimentary mask
you proudly wear and give a name to because
as a statuesque representative in an upscale consumption
of physical and mindful gluttony,
it is the exemplary rock to inscribe your identity.
You disguise it as spirituality, enlightenment, or awareness
labeling it as politics, religion, parenting, racism,
abortion, extortion, activism, or sexism.
It does not, in anyway, alleviate
the struggling strong minded from with holding their weeps
on garments bled by friends in unsung tongues and private sin,
in time well spent where the secrets
of the heart are kept for keeps rather than exposed and disposed of
in a widespread generic documentary
for the world to see the effects of their warfare.
Where words of vulnerability and exposed nerves
are perceived as nothing but memes and black sheep
trying to be shepherds making lists of things
to better humanity in articles utilized by a machine.
As if the top ten life hacks will take neglcted children
out of the slums of a poor shack
and stop the hateful attacks on those who need welfare.
The bandaging by labeling and over medicating
will not eradicate the urgent need for eye to eye,
flesh to flesh, heart to heart
laughing, kind, grateful, melting of this
plastic society.
Categories:
indicative, fear, patriotic, planet, power,
Form:
Free verse
Forsaken Love
Dear lover, why hast thou forsaken me
my miserable life now cut in shreds
If only thee had instead set me free
love, no longer sharing our silkened beds
To what ending hath thou denied my love
with darkness cast into our sadden souls
Once our future sailed on so far above
any lost, mundane and unworthy goals
There were eternal sparkles in your eyes
touching that declareth our loving so true
Now blackness clouds into our lost skies
crying, my heart breaks into missing you!
How sad! That you dwelleth within the dark
Letting deceit erase our loving spark.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2015
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 100
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(1.)hast
hast/
archaic second person singular present of have.
(2)hath
hath/
archaic third person singular present of have.
(3)thou
thou/
You may have been told that "thou" and "thee" were for familiar use, and "you" and "ye" were
formal. This was not true originally, but it was true for about two centuries, roughly 1450-1650,
including Shakespeare's time. The previously plural "you" was used in the singular to signify
politeness and respect, which left "thou" and "thee" for all the other singular uses, ranging
from endearing intimacy to bitter rudeness. Eventually, the politer "you" drove out nearly all
uses of "thee" and "thou"; they survived mostly in poetry and religion.
(4)dwelleth - Wiktionary
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dwelleth
dwelleth. (archaic) third-person singular simple present indicative form of dwell [quotations ?].
1611, Bible (Authorized, or King James, Version), Romans 8:11:.
(5)Declareth dictionary definition | declareth defined
www.yourdictionary.com/declareth
yourDictionary.com
Verb. (archaic) Third-person singular present simple form of declare. Origin. declare + -eth.
English Wiktionary. Available under CC-BY-SA license
Categories:
indicative, age, art, break up,
Form:
Sonnet
Other men wonder how I make women mesmerize
Bigger than most men similar to football player size
I begin to share my secret and they still don’t realize
It’s my pleasant desirable qualities
To her liking
Suited to her end or purpose
Having the ability to treat her well
Indicative of future success
Or full of promise to stay by her side
Throughout the good and bad times
The guys say “who do you think you are?”
I’m a man
A superior man
That’s me
When I see a woman struggling with groceries from a far
I’ll walk to her, and carry her groceries to her car
Sometimes when she wakes
I’ll have breakfast cooked for her so she won’t be late
I’m there when she needs for me to caress and hold
Even when I’m hot because I know she’s cold
I make it an oath to cater to her in every way
Write her poetry and send roses on any given day
On days that she’s sad or when she’s had bad luck
I’ll do whatever makes her better even if it takes my last couple of bucks.
I’m gentle with her body like chemicals in a flask
Anything she needs me to do, I will do, no questions asked
When other women ask “Dang girl who is he?”
I’ll say I’m a man
A superior man
That’s me
As I travel throughout the city
Feeling the cool breeze
I tend to catch women
Begin to stare at me
When they glance I glance back from time to time
Now I know thoughts of me are running through her mind
It is my smile that you see
Or the size of my feet
Or the size of my wand
Parting your Red Sea
I see she’s getting hot
Loving her I’ll never stop
I make sure that my tongue serenades every spot
Women ask themselves “how can this be?”
It’s the flick of my tongue
My appetite for fun
My ambition for not stopping until my job is done
Then women will ask themselves “What makes him so attractive to me?”
I’ll say for every phenomenal woman,
There is a real man
A superior man
That’s me
Categories:
indicative, caregiving, love, passion, me,
Form:
A pawn for a pawn, a crown to crown,
whom is Master of this Lodge in town,
this I enquire while preparing the pyre for you to retire,
my meddlesome mobility unabated, indicative of a congenital nobility,
configured to coral this clambering caravan of corrupted cargo,
like a sqaulid sailing ship mired by a dragging anchor
I will be the insensitive squall that screams and squashes
your spirit's resolve for immortality to which you aspire,
by necessity, your pirate army pines to encroach this backline of mine,
alert for advantage like hyenas on high ground,
but when the men turn round with countenances of lost children,
then the lead you must take and oasis forgo,
A final engagement cautiously commenced upon the carnage
of this conflict's first casualties, terrific testament of mortality,
gross scenes torn pale and asunder by torchlights,
unremitting images of the half dead bleeding,
their moans bare and last moments barren
like old channels of lost rivers,
raging exhaustion spurned and supplanted with a spontaneous summons
of a brazen belief that my foe is more weakened, warbled and wasted than we,
here in the middle, setting the endgame circuitously,
a defense is devised to deter like a pinching pillory,
my startegy is instinct, my ferocity diverse -
J.A.B. - Final Part -
Categories:
indicative, engagement, lost, war,
Form:
Epic
Go for life of the amazing if you want it, choose what you see, be much more .
Around in the night underneath the street lamps light, sing the songs stay up late, watch the great film, gaze at the night sky. Waiting for you is more than the nearest window its an entire planets four seasons.. Film due premier tonights broadcast tomorrows primer, where the sky ends night begins today is the future of tomorrow..
Seasons of yesterdays reason. Four Seasons never the reason its only a planets four seasons underneath night skies the lamps a stars light ,think of the songs to pray, due skies? & sigh you laugh, & cry disagree to love unconditional.
Agreement of a disagreement unconditionally, question the question of you. Ive played left you turn right, the hardest in love a man of science..
The artist of arts scientific yet creative never could have your photo, provocative photograph a photographer of your model, a clay sculpture, artist due to paint. The misfortune has been a good fortune of a Witchs time, due tell your misfortune my fame. Burning to mislead, due earning & burning of the misled, a fortune earned.
Calculating famous interpretation time to hold & unfold..Profomance of the drama, ghost town of the drama starts a lifetime in the provocative Arts..
Indulging of indicative masterminds performing painted artists performing well colored promise of a lifetimes Performance. Timeline of eight seasons Pubs pocket a dedication of the four reasons..
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Categories:
indicative, beauty, celebration, humanity, life,
Form:
Epic