Best Indite Poems
Metaphors and similes flow freely from my pen
when I am scripting and scribing in poetic verse.
Across the width of pale parchment pages
the nib of my feathered pen continues to traverse.
Ink courses fathoms deep within me like life blood,
rushing through the eddied channels of my veins.
I struggle to ignore the cramping in my fingers.
There's no hesitation when writing echoing refrains
when I imprison myself in poetry.
Each stanza I carefully arrange in proper sequence
as if it's a bairn born for the creation of my story.
Sometimes my gypsy muse joins me in the dance
when I write with abandonment in wild allegory.
I never try to rein her in when we're both focused
and driven to complete a poem, oblivious of time.
With vivid imagination, romantic sonnets are birthed
as I sit penning line after line in consummate rhyme,
incarcerated at my desk until I've written the last line.
My thoughts tumble like flurries of pristine snowflakes.
With a single spark of romance my passion ignites
as each completed verse falls perfectly into place, it lifts
my need to write compositions of love to greater heights.
Day and night, I find myself a wanderer, lost in reveries
where I journey in a private kingdom of verbose amplitude.
Around each curve in the road is a new challenge to be met,
and yet, none thwart me when trysting in romantic interlude.
Rude would be the one who would disturb me
when I'm handcuffed to a work in progress.
I try to indite with some semblance, dare I call it skill or talent?
By no means am I an accomplished laureate by my admission.
As a mere poet, I do not strive to compose a magnum opus,
but a meaningful collection of verses as a worthy composition.
If by chance, my poetry is interpreted and appreciated by some
who view my emotional imagery with soulful eyes of admiration,
I will credit my gypsy muse with her conspiratorial whispers
and amorous experiences as the impetus for my inspiration.
I hold the key to unlock my self-inflicted prison door,
and used when at last my pen has been laid to rest.
Categories:
indite, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"?Was it a snitch that the police trusted? We must,and it is a "Duty" of "Justice" to leave no stone unturned!Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"? The Police on that day caused real "Harm",and that is a real true fact,and that is true and perfectly exact!That was a terrible act! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"? Who would do that? We who care must leave no stone unturned!"Justice is not always exact,but "Justice does ,and can see the real facts! Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"?Who would put their mother,father,sister,brother,grand daddy,grand mother,girl friend,boy friend in "Harms Way"? We who care must not leave any stone unturned.The Lord God Almighty sits on the Throne,and never leaves any stone unturned for any as we all will face him on the day of judgement for the good and the evil that we have done in this life. God leaves no stone unturned! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way" of "The Police"on that terrible day for "Democracy"and The U.S.A.and for Liberty and Justice for us all? "The Police"came and they did cause ""Unjustifiable Harm"!"Justice must act to "Justify" itself or "Justice makes itself unjust"!Once all the stones have been turned then "Justice can be served to all of those who unjustly acted,and to those who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"!Do they still give "The Electric Chair" in "The Great State of Kentucky"for "Unjustifiable Homocide"?Justice is always tendered with mercy in order for Justice to be Just"Motion To Indite by "The Grand Jury of "The Police and "The Boyfriend".Police=Self Defense with unjustifiable Homocide "Boyfriend=The first shot from a gun fired out of "fear". When the boyfriend fired the first shot he enabled "reckless endangerment and unjustifiable homocide .Rectless indangerment is "Being put in "Harms Way"!!!! Who really fired the first shot? Jistice can be served by finding out who fired the first shot to cause "Harms Way" to come into existance!!!Unjustifiable Homocide requires "Justice" to "ACT" ,no matter who fired the first shot so that "Justice Itself" can "Crush,Plow Over,and "Pulverize "Evil Flesh,Evil Spirits,Evil Minds,Evil Bodies,and Evil Souls.Will "The Grand Jury" "Act" to see all of "The Facts"? The "Motion is in Place"!!!!
Categories:
indite, 12th grade, 1st grade,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
More than a superhero, certainly surpassing the best conquering knight
JESUS CHRIST*, my SAVIOR LORD is beyond utmost to highlight
Without HIM, I am nothing; yet He enhances me as struggling neophyte
HE completes my functionality's fullest by His eternal foresight!
Joy-Source midst salvation’s delight
Eternal life’s Lamp, always bright
Strength for great faith’s heavenly height
Upholder during divine fight
Soul’s fortress-Guard … all day and night.
Carrier of sins’ grievous blight
Hope-Giver along prayer-plight
Resurrection against death’s might
Imparter of pure wisdom’s light
Sanctifier with pardon-white
Teacher-Mentor of truth and right.
Sustainer of spiritual sight
Assurance-Granter against fright
Vanquishes Devil’s fatal bite
Instructs toward service aright
Omnipotent; acts great to cite
Redeemer: Scriptures did indite.
Leader, exemplary upright
Omniscient, showing guilt’s termite
Restorer; His heart does invite
Driver toward holiness’ flight!
The more that I draw nigh to HIM sweetly, sans guilt spite
I'm sufficed and satisfied triumphantly by His love, never finite
With gratefulness' praise, I worship Him gloriously with heart contrite
Serving Him while ministering to others earnestly... as I work and write.
*John 14:6 Jesus saith…, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
A Dramatic Monologue Incorporating the forms Acrostic, Name and Monorhyme.
February 2, 2019
Edited on September 6, 2022
2nd place, "Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 9/21/2022.
Categories:
indite, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Who could have known of their watch
Who could have told of their suspicion
Who could have told
That they were the harbingers
To my resurrection?
Me, I sat there
Plummeted
Engrossed in my ingratitude
Occasionally
Languishing
Betraying the illusion
And I remember, too,
Lingering in the thirsty
Emptiness
Mummified
Entwined in my solitude.
Sometimes
Before the Eolithic era
Which refracted by dioptric
Prometheus moulded his man
There were no leaves on branches
No bark on the trunks
No undergrowth in the forest
No sweat on the pores.
I opened the cataract
on my veins
the silence of the stars
surged forth
down the rivers on my palm-
leaving deserts behind.
Sensing disturbance
In my oblivion
Reproaching my rebirth
I reached out for the present
Leaving no spoor.
Centuries after
I arrived at the end of my hibernation
At the beginning of their quest
I had not solicited, I swear!
Mother, they said
These cracks on your face
In the shape of nations
Who will mend them?
Those aliens
Who daily defile your rivers
Make love to your beaches
Shitting on your mountains
Who will excoriate their oddity?
Those derelicts
Shaking your constellation
To balance the ecology:
Who will indite the epilogue?
Those dirty mercenaries
Who raped your plains
Plundered your joy:
Who will expiate the outrage?
Who will resurrect
Your majesty?
Who will deflect
The holocaust?
Categories:
indite, holocaust,
Form:
Free verse
As I proceed to indite in reluctancy
A vortex in my mind opens up to me
With my imagination running wild
Is it no wonder I feel beguiled
So much in there, oh what to choose
I have my sanity to lose
My feet in mud, my head held low
No thought neatly in a row
So many thoughts to contemplate on
When one enters, a dozen are gone
My love is vast and covers many things
Remaining open for new ones it brings
Give me one woman here to kiss:
my agony would turn to bliss
my cottonballs would turn to brain
give me that sweet, bitter, pain
Moving the tide and changing the subject
and take a moment on my life to reflect
if at all it is possible for one to create
a contented mind before it’s too late
A black dog joins me in the void
that's me, I'm mightily annoyed
give me a ladder to climb out
I'll treat you to a stout!
***
August 5, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
Categories:
indite, animal, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Hent my heart from wandering concepts of affection.
Recant the murmurs of insecurity that riddled my temple.
Like a slow wound toy awaiting release from a child's grasp and attention.
Toss and birl, whipsawed into the oblivion of life's gamble.
Take away this wretched knife in my side.
A knife that twist with every incantation.
Those bastards! Jackanapes! Stirring in the tides.
Exordium! When I appear to disappear. Insouciance!
This tires me into a gaumless breathing, beating whole.
Furl all I can, these product of fallibility and madcap.
As I breathe deep into a bibelot diamond. The centre of my soul,
I feel the urge to plotz from reminders and blankets.
As I indite a subtle line of assurance. I contrived.
Culling into materials and conversations. I quelled.
Forgoing this disposition. Finally, Peace has arrived.
Retribution in it full essence. Salient though dishevelled.
Categories:
indite, jealousy,
Form:
Rhyme
He thinks to prevail the existence as haze over
And makes his own beau geste
A spirit of ingenuity revived peerlessly
And makes the reality to indite a blue story
That appears to be enjoyable.
This exemption from reality
Just like he masters his own way
Others may stare at his absurdities
But he propels his own destiny.
Endured by his shadow
He gives a mere pause to think
Past, carved in stone and future, an aleatory
And acquaints with the presence
That appears a moment of exuberance.
This liberty from misery
Just like he won every asperity
Others may oppugn at his oddity
But he aspires his own momentary.
He makes a contrast between life and death
Yet he keep smiling on his grief
Beloved left him, and he is into his reveries
And forgather by more beautiful chicks
That gives a pleasure of masculinity.
This relief from theological virtue of love
Just like he exposed his vanity
His beloved may cackle at his juvenility
But he is in love with blithe insanity.
The defies the world of immorality
With his mindless nemeses
Masses at disputes, he lingered by his silence
And minded like a dummy
That baffled others busy time.
This escape from affrays
Just like a dog kicked away
People may cerebrate at his applesauce
He still got word, who cares!
Categories:
indite, funny, happiness, life, social,
Form:
Free verse
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Experiences uncovers blues and rhymes one couldn't find
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
Culture, law, ethics and education; man learns and understand
Defining, refining and reminding they try to do to mankind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Attempt to break traditions,"outside tries", don't be confined
Falling and committing mistakes will not leave anyone behind
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
Reach for something in the distance, consider a wise stand
Drench without inhibitions, "LA VITA E BELLA" bear in mind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Anxieties, fear, poverty and inferiority they can blind
Yet, live! live! embrace whole life! don't ever decline!
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
Remember! NOT everyone can be given a fair second chance
Affectionate at heart and sagacious mind, manage to combine
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
BY:
olive_eloi
2:14 am
03/28/2014
CONTEST: Rhyme Battle: Round 4 Free Poetry Contest Details
SPONSOR: JULI - MICHELLE
6TH PLACE
Categories:
indite, celebration, character, happy, imagery,
Form:
Villanelle
Turning into an angelic beast,
Here is the ugly Narcissist....
For others! She cared least,
Here's the ugly Narcissist.
When the plot of life got revealed,
She had a role to lead.
Sanguine She, was now so turbid,
Like Sophocles! Hard to get rid.
But it doesn't end here! still some to indite,
the lost rhyme and a will to fight.....
With a lesson, not to hold it with Arms,
Took birth a new Epigram.
Arrival of an elate metre of vicissitude,
came a wave of valedictory for turpitude.
She breathed out of that tearful cyst....
Citherns and Citoles singing "You! No more a Narcissist".
Coffining the corpse of heart,
She ambled on a new start.
Towards Quibla!! Hearkening to a Dole above,
reached a Kingdom, with the blind wind's shove.
On the Schrezo of Hyades,
Condoning the satyr envoy of bliss.
In the elfin's grot ! To meet Her,
Came someone, with a Scepter.
Categories:
indite, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
I think I need a husband,
think of this a lot.
The babies coming soon,
am staring at the cot!
Have put on extra weight,
need some validation.
Feeling stressed and not the best,
from this anticipation.
Passed the morning sickness,
though now it is at night.
Makes sense to have a wordsmith,
for baby to indite.
Prefer to have a husband,
together we could show 'em,
we'd be versed for we have nursed...
a little baby-poem.
Think I need a husband,
a baby needs a Dad.
Am thinking babies name could be-
Junior-Writing Pad.
Nurturing my baby,
hope Daddy comes real soon.
Am dreaming of my husband,
his words will make me swoon.
Think I need a husband,
will some one get my drift?!
Would really like a husband...
Dare you to enlist!!
Categories:
indite, baby, fun, funny, husband,
Form:
Rhyme
Before the birds start chirping
And people will begin rushing
Moments for merely breathing
Not far away from the morning
Tranquilized time of dawn of the day
Diligently waiting for the first sun ray
The sky is yet black and dark grey
Will be brightened without delay
Stars have not gone out of sight
Moon is shining still very bright
But it is not the time of night
The most halcyon time to indite
Cold wind defeating the summer
The dew point is ready to occur
Traffic of the city is at its leisure
Usualy crowded, when day’s sizzler
Categories:
indite, naturetime, time,
Form:
Quatrain
Seeing the Almighty Lord* with faith's vision
my illumined eye is awed along gratefulness' bliss...
Looking unto Jesus Christ midst the regal blue sky,
my spirit's pen is inspired to indite...
Rejuvenating my spirit against zaffre angst
God in His royal grandeur
of admiral sovereignty reveals to me
through my tiffany-covered ultra-chic Bible:
His precious love –
beyond sapphire’s worth and turquoise price
His cyan peace surpassing Pacific
or Arctic Ocean’s serenity
His cornflower grace reflected
by cerulean firmament above azure sky
His lapis lazuli light against midnight turmoil
pacifying cobalt trials’ crucible
His comfort cuddling me as a baby
within Aegean enclosure
His berry-filled blessings with peacock beauty
along aquamarine trust-prayer.
*Revelation 11:17 ...We give thee thanks, O Lord God Almighty, which art, and wast, and art to come.
July 13, 2018
1st place, "Poetically Me THIS PICTURE WHAT CHA' SEE" Poetry Contest Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 7/16/2019.
Edited on November 2, 2021
Categories:
indite, blessing, encouraging, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Will you read me again?
Please read me again
And write me a reply
So I can write again...
Yes she wrote for the
Brother fattens like baobab
Fat yet she thins like biltong
At displeasure, He be wordly
Yes she wrote for the
Brother seized power but
Is it for the people by the people
Dermocratic only on manifesto.
Yes she wrote for the
Brother claim immunity when
Questioned . He is conflict with
His phrases I cant make sense out.
Yes she wrote a writ
That her indite to incite
Nitwits she engraved and post
Forth the pun in word. Dictionary.
Yes she wrote
Categories:
indite, loneliness,
Form:
Blank verse
.
I inquire
I indite
phrasing poetically
Riddling
rhyming
envisaging equivocally
to twist your thought's
My mind marauds
hoping to catch you
away from your shield
firm in mine net
mine seize
Categories:
indite, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
.
And there sat Edgar Allan
his pen dabbing on
poe’s mane converged
his profile
Not an eye
not a wink
save
refill please
as he leans to his paper
to indite with wit
All chatter with intelligent
consideration
but pause at moments
to watch Poe
though the souse
inscribe with
perpetual ink
Categories:
indite, history,
Form:
Free verse