Best Inheriting Poems
***We try to find happiness outside the confines of our dreams... for what becomes of life if we do not dream of it ~
or after having dreamt it... experience the reality of the hope of it?***
Only fairy tales warrant true blissfulness... so it has been deemed.
Or that sums up the gest of it, my eyes have wit the scope of it; at least that's what it seems.
We go in search of the things we see...in our make believe world of fantasy.
So our lives can be as they should be__full of wondrous desires and ecstasy.
Is there ~ happiness ever after ~ we dream?
Happiness as bright as a sun beam, as fun as watching fish swim downstream;
-as sweet as a child eating ice-cream, as exciting as sports that are extreme;
-as crazy as wild things that make your scream.
Does our happiness ever lives on...after we dream?
Happiness as silly as being star struck, as wonderful as having the best of luck;
-as gleeful as getting a brand new truck, as giggly as a secret you'll never give up;
-as loving as sipping from the same cup.
Is there ~ happiness ever after ~ we dream?
Happiness as hearty as eating a big meal, as jittery as five year old who can't sit still;
-as rich as inheriting a wealthy will, as joyful as rolling down hill;
-as fabulous as having your face on the dollar bill.
Does our happiness ever lives on...after we dream?
Happiness as racy as running as fast as you can, as noisy as listening to a live band;
-as colorful as lying on a beach to tan, as free as living on a private island;
-as proudful as the day your child could stand.
Is there ~ happiness ever after ~ we dream?
Happiness as blissful as eating breakfast in bed, as lucky as they having to work in your stead;
-as meaningful as all the books you've read, as noble as the crown on a kings head;
-as unforgettable as the day you were wed.
Does our happiness ever lives on...after we dream?
I trust we know.. onward this can go. So give a cheer...I'm ending here.
For you're quite keen; and cleverishly... get what I mean!!
Categories:
inheriting, emotions, first love, happiness,
Form:
Imagism
Night owl
Wake up all the night,
Asleep whole day bright,
Am I a night owl ?
Ward of seriously sick,
Moving my neck at three-sixty is a trick,
Am I a night owl ?
Disease in fluffy plumage,
Prey to hooked talons' curettage,
I am a night owl !
Aboard in the black hours,
Be dark sky or glitter of stars,
I am a night owl .
Inheriting the mystery and magic of night,
Taking a noiseless flight,
Blessed are the night owls !
Written on 5/8/14
Contest - Night Owl
Sponsor- Kelly Deschler
Categories:
inheriting, allegory, funny, simile,
Form:
Free verse
Her heart was a watercolor foyer.
Drifting about eddies-beneath fatal falls.
Wishing away the violets,
morning roses and midnight glories.
Fading mist-stained beating.
Her loves inheriting the aromas
percolating from her water garden mind.
Those who thought they knew her,
stood high upon crystal browed shores.
Slinging burning stones and bits of bone.
Summing up her life in bold font quips...
She was that-she was this.
Green viper bitten -black moon kissed...
As her final pallet faded,
blackbirds escaped her brilliant veins.
Time greedily sweeps the gild to gray...
The thrashers scattering her starry soul.
Into the misty orbit of Monet.
Categories:
inheriting, death, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Feeling like we are growing apart, broken trust is the process how it starts.
Adulteration I suddenly became, a substance that tends to contaminate.
I lessen in the value of your love, from me being unfaithful committing adultery.
You start to deprecate expressing the hate, your disapproval begins to belittle.
Me saying sorry holds no weight.
Abomination arousing your feelings of disgust leaves my head hung.
Pulling triggers on a gun, decapitation from hurting your feelings.
I pray for forgiveness, I start to feel demented.
Love turns to mental illness; I diminish.
Do not walk away, please just listen when I told you I love you, I meant it.
If you can have mercy on me it will be a blessing.
A disposition to forgive, I promise to never do it again.
I cannot lose you; you are my collagen the protein that feeds my bones.
If you could love me once, we shall overcome.
If you can look me in my eyes and tell me your love for me has died, I will regretfully stand a side.
My cheating heart slowly withers apart.
Love that was once pure and true has now became nonexistence, since the moment I betrayed you.
You started your modifications as your emotions start the process of changing.
I watch you turn into a mutant because of my cheating.
I know there is nothing I can say to comfort you.
Your heart is hurting just as much as mines do.
As I watch your heart tear apart, both of our heart beats stop.
Devitalize as we weaken the consistency of our relations.
We both became a cheating heart descended inheriting emotional characteristics.
Our hearts dying slowly, while pretending to be living simply coexisting.
Categories:
inheriting, boyfriend, forgiveness, girlfriend, goodbye,
Form:
Light Verse
My father had a passion to swim in the open sea
He used to shout, come on,” *Babu, will teach you”.
But never had the courage to respect his calls due.
While I sat on the sand watching his swimming glee.
One day he caught me and threw me in the water
Splashing hands here and there I learnt it sooner
Happy inheriting that passion of my father forever
Those were the days of the Second World War.
A Japanese ship was into the Arabian sea anchored
We had a bet to swim up to the ship, touched duly
And came back to the shore with the tide safely.
I learnt a lesson to swim against the tide undeterred.
Taking part in a speech competition extempore
Narrating the experience of the successful swimming
Got addicted to the passion of theatrics unknowing.
My first stage appearance shedding the stage fear
Head and foot engrossed in the activities of the theatre.
In Paris’s National Theatre my old passion was fulfilled
After 40 years, in1989, dramatized, acted and directed
“La Tartuffe” of Moliere called France’s Shakespeare.
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*****I have placed some pictures related to the poem on my blog******
(It is written in Rhyme, enclosed rhyme and Quatrains)
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* Babu is my nickname. At present I am living in Windsor, Canada with my daughter
Luna who has named her son BABU after me. I asked Babu let us go swimming
and I will teach you swimming. But he said he already knows swimming.
That has inspired me to write this poem for Babu.
Categories:
inheriting, passion, father, me, father,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
INDIA 2014.
Inclusive and internalizing for ages
New-tech-nation of Nirvana-seeking sages
Democratic but mired in dissent that rages.
Integrity its new ‘mantra’; equality
And liberty , watchwords , along with amity.
Inheriting a great heritage from a hoary past
Grabbing modernity’s gifts, it is growing fast.
Form: Acrostic
07 Apr 14.
For Kim Merryman's contest.
Categories:
inheriting, patriotic, integrity,
Form:
Acrostic
Excuse, may I perhaps suggest that you adjust your settings
Access my local area network by rebooting your memory
Restore it to our history, the mail, the messages we shared
The cache of stored work temporarily filed away remotely
Technically challenged by the format you display
Data of no gateways or connections in sync
Prompts the recalibration of my control panel
To search and review my settings reboot or even restore
Closing all windows and formatting firewalls
erasing the data, the history and their locations
troubleshooting the back pages encrypted
with messages no longer managed or stored
This media of you remains pasted on a clipboard
Components that await configuration and review
Left to their own devices by default in my domain
Downloaded, bookmarked in favourite library files
I delete all prompts and search settings and all tools
Inheriting only drivers generic and with false attributes
I apply these settings, I delete the data sources
Denying permission to any external links of you.
Categories:
inheriting, imagery, metaphor, relationship,
Form:
Light Verse
(alternately titled one me silly more till manufactured
from go win addle American
non refundable private parts)
each set of twenty three chromosomes
the basic biological building blocks
of life came out cervix
when second hand of analog clocks
barely and scarcely swept across dial,
wrought offspring appearance
as a pier a docks
closely resembling a monkey
perhaps...hmm...
maybe mother mated with a chimp
assimilating chromosomal flox
genetic combination brought about add hocks
viz bouncing baby boy skinny and fair game
as a pluperfect future target for jocks
when I took first gasp of air sputtered
like an old engine that knocks,
now just easing into ma deuce score
and xix year with hair reed locks
twittering, snorting, rattling nonetheless
became precious human dependent
with mat chew anti body mox
see for father and mother
to care despite expelling nox
shuss gas out derriere, which profuse flatulence
natural immunization
kept away infected kids with pox
nicknamed little buttock blaster
now sits in a comfy chair and rocks
reminiscing about boyhood
and a pooch named Socs
who told time applying faux paws vox
like tum make sounds resembling tick tocks
Nowadays every potential mom and dad
disappointed unless offspring(s) feverish follow fad
decreeing qualified as gifted birth of lass or lad
go wing great lengths to prod and push
progeny until a genius to be had
rather tubby thankful and gratefully glad
regaling robust surprise
packaged traits of yore
inheriting genetics descended
when early apes did de tour
terrestrial virgin earth
anatomically complete store
reed awesomely astounding miracle from spore
sized fertilized ovum (healthy
and sound baby boy or girl) hood roar
if lionized, which feline bellow mew might mean
change my dye ya pore
and pamper me sum more
gnome hatter wailing mama or papa ignore
thence nurturing baby pipes por favor
kinship knits omnipotent bond evermore
where tis instinctual to adore.
Categories:
inheriting, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Personification
Out drinking with an
Australian girl I knew
We met her friend
Two days away
From inheriting a
Fortune
She insisted we sit down
Outside an Italian place
To eat
She ordered a bowl of
Gnocchi
First time I ever ate it
Two or three mouthfuls
Well wow
& the rich girl to be
Took off & stiffed us
With the bill
& I still eat gnocchi
& I still hate the rich
Categories:
inheriting, food,
Form:
Blank verse
Build wealth, build jobs,
people investing together,
you have work
be thankful
somebody took the risk
creating your job
so why don't you
also invest
create the jobs
so that other's might become
thankful
you do not need to change
you do not need to leave your job
just invest creating work for others
creating wealth for yourself
creating better future's
the poor inheriting the earth
18,000 children die from starvation
give their parents jobs
overcome poverty
Create wealth for yourself
you do not need to be the manager
you do not need to be the leader
just invest ten dollars per week
that's my message to the world
invest and make jobs
overcome poverty
creating wealth for yourself
company's break the poverty cycle
give a man a job and he's not broke
give a person a job
and they can feed their family
If everybody that was working
invested in creating jobs
how long would it take
to overcome poverty.
Categories:
inheriting, poverty,
Form:
Narrative
a rhymed acrostic
H Hung'ring for righteousness, I am content,
A Attacked by foes, a reward put in place.
P Peacemaker mid conflict, a child of God,
P Pure in heart, I shall see Him face to face.
I Inheriting the earth when meekness rules,
N Needy in spirit, Jesus gives more grace.
E Eased from my mourning, I comfort others.
S Seeking mercy, mercy I embrace -
S Sharing salt and light, seasoning my world.
based on the beatitudes of the Bible
Matthew 5:3-16
written 15 December 2015
Sponsor Beata Agustin
Contest Name BEATITUDE RHYMING POEM
Categories:
inheriting, 11th grade, bible, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
1.Nothing regards better than
getting wise children.
2.Inheriting innocent heirs innocuous
for future generation.
3.Great Children are like fruits
of sowed seeds.
4.Kids’ little-porridge offer is
better than ambrosia.
5.Kind touch, strange languages
of children delightful.
6.Deaf to kids’ gabbling
flatter flute, guitar.
7.Father’s gratefulness, merit his
son among scholars.
8.Transcending of children profits
mankind than parents.
9.Esteeming son delights mother
than she bore.
10.Son’s gratitude, parents delight
for giving birth.
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetry.com on 7-12-13
Categories:
inheriting, family,
Form:
Couplet
Assume you have to ask questions and you
Can mess up. You
Can apologize and make it up by
Offering to help
Understand a problem and
Never pretend to empathize. Just
Treat people right
Ask to hear both sides of a story
Before making one evil, another inheriting all glory
Illustrate what you preach
Learn why things work
Indecisiveness needs to stop, make up your mind
Trials and tribulations will test your character,
Yield happiness and calm, life will be a delight.
Categories:
inheriting, forgiveness, happiness, peace, people,
Form:
Acrostic
Aunt Marilda’s house and closet were full of felines of all types.
long-haired, short-haired, tabbies, pumas, and mice-hunting snipes.
we knew what we were inheriting when she passed on a rainy day.
who is going to clean out those animals? Asked persnickety aunt Kay.
there were live ones in addition to the ones on the chairs in the kitchen.
my aunt was irritated about her hoarder sister, she could not stop ’n.
six nieces and one nephew were not eager to stay for the show.
there were three living sisters, and they were all “in the know”.
Gladys took the closet, Stephanie and Yvetee cleaned out her stove.
there surely is not a cat inside that! Said my uncle who hid in an alcove.
they are everywhere! Said a niece who had brought along six live traps.
she had already caught sixteen of them and said “maybe this is a wrap!”
Aunt Marilda’s pots and pants, curtains, and shower stall all had cats.
some sat on their plump oversized bottoms; some were chasing rats.
one cat way up high hissed at everyone who came anywhere near.
cat shoes were found in the closet. Steph yelled “Marilda is here!”
we nieces and nephews were not sure exactly what she meant.
until we began smelling cinnamon, cloves, and peppermint.
popular scents of Aunt Marilda, her spirit must be quite near.
uncle yelled at the cat “Marilda, get your petootsie down here!”
Black cat jumped off the counter as if he had fallen from a nest.
Leaped onto Uncle’s shirt and slid down, tearing up his chest.
It’s Marilda all right! Uncle yelped. She always despised me.
His sisters cackled like witches as they drank their orange tea.
Categories:
inheriting, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Welcome to this world,
Greedy, hateful, and selfish
Full of false friendship,
Sans love, Sans morality,
Family values are humorous
Narcissism has become god
Consideration is a frailty
Bonds are born to be broken
Brothers adopt acquaintances
Mothers succumb to platitudes
Fathers are slaves of lecheries
Children are raised by the world
inheriting every corrupted rule,
None bereave the older days
Yet wonder about the present,
Animal instinct is now conventional
As we regress, all seem to suffer,
Yet pity is only a luxury of self
Mercy is an archaic word
Forgiveness is a fragile fairy-tale
Life as it was is a history book
Taught to be trivial knowledge,
Millions of worlds live on one planet
Trying to stay out of other's orbits
What happened to humanity?
When did we lose sight of soul?
Are we still man or back to beasts?
Who else asks these questions?
Why is the solution so simple
and the farthest answer from mind?
What planet has this become
and where did the earth drift?
Categories:
inheriting, education, introspection, life, sadplanet,
Form:
Free verse