Best Insinuation Poems
I got the most wanted invitation
It’s organized by a bad collaboration
Would be fun by every indication
Now to think of that fabrication
That would get me there with no implication
To that plan, I will give my whole dedication
B:
Halt! What was that insinuation?
Dad even made a buttressing contribution
I will still not give up in this new occupation
It will have to pass through sound evaluation
At all costs I need to get to that destination
By every power possibly even divination
C:
Oh! The sorrow is like constipation
Against all my careful stipulation
I only needed to heed their conversation
Now I can only sit here in retribution
Awaiting news of others inhibition
My own attendance has already reached its conclusion
Categories:
insinuation, teen,
Form:
Ballad
This poem is dedicated to a special far away friend - Brandden Blackwell. We became so close before we actually met. So close, yet so far away - never around, yet always there - It's kind of like describing a metaphoric friend. Thanks, Brandden for inspiring the artistic flair we will forever share.
Metaphorically Speaking
Metaphorically speaking
We find life is just as such
Not giving facts precisely
And meaning not as much
Speaking in forms of reference
Searching to define what is heard
It suggestively leads us to believe
It was really meant in other words
For the analogy of something other
A figure of speech is produced for it
It is given with just so many words
Even beating around the bush a bit
There is such a variety of life about
May be why facts aren’t given to all
As some may take it the wrong way
To certainly cause their downfall
Every insinuation or symbolization
You will find several points of view
Where there are just so many others
To view way differently than you
So we must be careful to others
Of what we say or rather imply
We will be judged for our words
On judgment day when we die
Many times in the matter of love
It is not always honestly expressed
How someone’s heart really feels
Then the joy is lost and depressed
As we verify and clarify in life
Searching to find what is true
There is nothing as it really seems
The bible is full of metaphors too
God says we are to test all things
Then to hold fast to what is good
As written in 1 Thessalonians 5:21
We will then find what we should
A metaphorically speaking life
Must be truly meant to be
For when the truth is found
You will surely be set free
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Categories:
insinuation, analogy, inspirational, life, love,
Form:
Narrative
Tomorrow is an illusion
It relies on assumption
Of the planet’s rotation
On the seasons’ migration
And the moon’s revolution
On man’s innovation
And his evolution
For his interpretation
Or insinuation
And theorisation
On Law’s of gravitation
Using invention
And his powers of investigation
And logical deduction
To step into a new dimension
Tomorrow is a delusion
Near fiction
The mind’s naive projection
Ideas in a flight simulation
To an unknown destination
An unsure predetermination
Existing only in the imagination
In faith and inspiration
A trust in Creation
The end and Armageddon
In God and salvation
In hell and eternal damnation
In the atheist’s condemnation
In the calendar’s punctuation
The watch’s precision
And space’s expansion
The diaries memorisation
A woman’s intuition
A mother’s preparation
Sessions in competition
Promises in dissection
A man’s anticipation
A father’s frustration
About the son’s relation
To a boy he doesn’t care to mention
And how this affects his maturation
His future and direction
His love and affection
And his own stagnation
His failing career progression
His future contemplation
Deserving some consideration
In a 24 hour formulation
Tomorrow is today in suspension
The now in detention
Willpower in dilution
Efforts in relaxation
Laziness in expedition
Creativity in isolation
The soul in prison
The imagination's manipulation
We have planned constructions
And demolitions
Holiday vacations
And our children’s graduations,
But tomorrow’s nomination
Is an unguaranteed estimation
A naive procrastination
A false realisation
An amoral actualisation
To our conclusion
And finalisation
Tomorrow the motivation
The fear of extinction
Of the earth's desertification
The world in motion
A noble notion
The only reason
The leading question
Forever our mission
Tomorrow's aviation
Tomorrow an exploration
Categories:
insinuation, future, philosophy, , atheist,
Form:
Rhyme
April 26, 2018 Thursday 9:10 am A COMING APART OR A COMING TOGETHER
WHEN WILL I HAVE YOU?
I ask
oh, anything to get you to focus on us
Think about
Talk about us
but, the bait isn’t taken
You must forget how much this love seeks
to validate
to commeserate
to be
When will you be all mine? I whimpered, I wondered, I asked, I begged
Oh Love you stupid creature of myth
Why did you come to my doorstep in such a hideous way?
Full of lack
Full of insinuation
Full of stark days full of unrequited everything
The touch of you, the long drawn out harm derived
if it isn’t going to last
like forever promised
Full of holes is this love
nasty implications
this whores nest
a flipped over contamination of heart
two that want but won’t be
won’t be what’s wanted
you sit in holy non matrimonious bliss
as I wait in sanctimonious kiss
what kind of love is this
this blessed event soured in tentured history
you and your best flaunted
by me in daily horror
while I guess
is it fool or not
to keep you
when you show up
even daily is the promise
and you do
still I suffer the wages
paid to keep us apart
it wasn’t my idea
to have it like this
i put up with it
because like I said before
love is stupid
shot full of holes
blinding
binding
habitual
pissy
I’d like a hiatus
from this
though I’d miss
the interaction
in my mind
an intelligence dwells
the heart doesn’t partake though
it too, idiots up
at this rate
even if it comes
I may not take it
May forget the whole escapade
go my own way
without
without hoping it will turn out
I may let doubt override
I loved being a whole, one together
With you, I’m neither
barely a quarter, if that
so how come we’re still haggling over the details
why still together
got me
that’s all I know
is you still do
have me
When will I have you?
Categories:
insinuation, love hurts,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Smoking Hot
Once upon a time there was a little girl
She carried a chipped edged bowl in her hand
Charity had been generous to her riding years
Gifts were ripped, unwanted and unsized clothes
Grandma loved her Red Riding Hood in any wear
She named her so for her cheeks were smoking hot
At the slightest insinuation about her bowl or any form of abuse
She had been wearing a faded small red cloak for years
First, too large sized then, too small in the wintry land
Little Hood begged for her grandma's survival
Who lay bedridden in their shambled home
Red Riding Hood had outgrown her baby size
No longer could she keep her face hidden
In her small hood, thus attracting the bestial wolfish eyes
A wolf befriended her and took some fruit for granny
He held her soft hand as she led him to grandma on bed
Money flowed in, and so did fruit and health
Philanthropy and blessings oozed in every corner
The lusty wolf took his chance as grandma lay to rest
Red faced with smoking hot coal eyes as he grabbed her
Red Riding grew from adolescence to maturity
With a carving knife and hot pepper spray in his eyes
The wolf and beast were packed off before a howl.
No more begging, no more tears and tatters
Grandma and Red Riding Hood lived happily ever after
February 6, 2016
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Categories:
insinuation, abuse, anger, devotion, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Sat in Glasgow, George Square.
I told you I was psychic, I know you and know we are fated. I guessed right the birthdays of the people passing in the night and we joined in with your laughter. They labelled you a god of hell and I mocked their insinuation.
Your friend was fair and doing cupids work with honest and deep intentions.
That night was Joy, like you, held up by slow promise and a connection worthy of a pact with Satan.
We went from one more kiss and messages of promise. Nicknames of love. We went from passionate want to you giving me not one shot at the best for us both.
Sat in Glasgow, pick any chair. I will always be waited.
Categories:
insinuation, beauty, confusion, courage, heart,
Form:
Sonnet
10/5/2009
I. The Bloom
Delicate flower,
sleeping endlessly dreaming
Patiently waiting
White horizon, winter peace,
release tears reluctantly.
II. The Village
Boxes in spaces,
old wooden tatami floor
Summers breath still held within
Outside streets, shuffling feet,
their chatter less foreboding.
III. The Animosity
Blood-stained katana,
glinting insinuation,
fell against ground.
Categories:
insinuation, death, lost love, war,
Form:
Haiku
by Michaelw1two
Thinking’s challenge is to weigh,
all of one’s life substance;
quandary thus, illogical fuss,
which blinds the mind's acutance;
adscititiously into thoughts bleed,
vitiated indurate boastance;
corrumpable sequella fortuity,
each thought, is truth’s desistance.
Retrospectively choices trial,
stands outside an untidy purport;
merycism seeps beneath one’s deep,
questions mythical adhort;
ex postfacto, pride’s precious précis,
ideas from ideals besort;
denouement cryptic episode,
Sphinges contend, issue alamort.
Sapience elusive rapture,
most minds need bethink acology;
humanity’s Id mulled,
without reference to a doctor of alethiology;
furgacious notions, become the norm,
arguments chime atheology;
Toison d’ or, parley prewar,
else high angels deem eschatology!
Medullary substance rare,
within rabid beings Tour de force;
coarctation, indeed strangulation,
dire result for living's bourse;
Nationalism's agenda, wiled racist theme,
keeps élan’s cry hoarse;
emasculation, Republican dream;
equates rule of thumb perforce.
Contemplative ideas abound,
behind the veil of Arriere Pensee;
insinuation to middle class,
jokes on all, laity economic refugee;
elucidation simplistic, vote for change,
or be laissez-faire etouffee;
sublevation, certifiable eminency,
party GOP national expellee!
Jan 2010
Categories:
insinuation, political,
Form:
Free verse
Some folks yell or scream, they argue and rage,
Others give off the silent shoulder.
At work, in the office, it seems a regular duty,
To be the person that’s colder.
Making trivial important, giving substance to nothing,
To paint others in a horrible light.
Then informing the boss of these whimsical robes,
To satisfy their own personal spite.
The worst of the rage, the most cutting of tactics,
Is when they silently slip to the side.
Their hands go to their mouth, whispering most potent,
Exclusive eyes becoming mortified.
These murmurs and gossip, the sighs and the tone,
Every little bit of insinuation.
They don’t make for a productive, happy, healthy workplace,
Instead creating acrimonious oppugnation.
Categories:
insinuation, work,
Form:
Quatrain
DO NOT FEUD WITH THIS RUDE AND CRUDE DUDE, DUDE
Damn dude, there ain’t even a remote possibility
Because anyone who knows me understands I don’t possess that particular ability
Until you’ve gotten to know me you cannot comprehend nor fathom my reality
Because one must really know me to understand that I am but a triviality
Get to know me and you will see that I am incredibly and incredulously inconsequential
With not even a paltry part of pertinent potential
I am likened to an insipidly insignificant infant
Born to betray the confidence of every imprisoning instant
I am frivolity with no joviality
Unafraid and unconcerned with my mortality
I am a trifling trilogy of terror, temptation and trouble who is never triumphant
And by that triumvirate trained of tribulation well
One who defines the insinuation of Hell
Hell, I smoke four packs of cigarettes a day
And each night I’ve 2 pints of vodka to swig away
With a woman to stand by and ask herself and I why
Yet I remain silent and stifle the answer that I simply don’t fear to die
But the hardest thing to do for a man like me is continue on against my will
With nothing but time and torment to kill
I am akin to a virus vying with virility and a being to revile
And unfortunately I have nothing to make me smile
For I know precisely how speedily a smile succumbs to a frown
Because when used to describe me the word “irrelevant” becomes a noun
Since I am a man turned inside out and upside down
So no dude, I don’t possess the ability to make happiness a possibility revealed
For I know exactly what torment, temptation and tomorrow will yield
When once again cruelty is coerced by captivity and my smile is yet again concealed
For I am relatively rude
Quietly but quite crude
And becoming unilaterally unglued
Dude!
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
insinuation, angst, me, me, smile,
Form:
Monorhyme
In the heavens of hell’s virginity,
Marble illuminates her being of celestial.
Lightening sparks bright into infinity,
Thunder roars, her beauty exceptional.
Harbored lost souls will regretfully reap,
Life as a mere nightmarish summation.
Spirits and demons cast in paradoxical sleep,
Crescendo in lullaby as chaos insinuation.
Voices in her head quicken into lulled insanity,
Devils cheer louder as deities cast lots.
Nails frantically digging fingers into profanity,
Twirling, twisting into nervous anxiety knots.
Light diminishing, no final wishes of resurrection,
Hell’s rapture continually fiction; allegorical.
Glassy limp last gaze at her endless rejection,
She surrenders in sleep to a false oracle.
Epochs race through time into virgin birth,
Clouds of other do play unknowingly blithe.
Voices and life of lost souls expresses mirth.
Silence is aware, commencing the riddles lithe.
Sweeping valley of frozen destiny, lovers wandered,
Rusty with the breeze those memories do sway.
Illuminated before them, thoughts of others squandered,
Fire and brimstone covered path leads the way.
In the waters of false prophesy the truth abounds,
The well of words dangerously wear at lover’s core.
Translucent, floating in noxious, thick surrounds,
Her beautiful bridal gown doth unfold before.
Flowing in the gentle wind of repeated history,
Revealing notions remaining quiet, long since been,
Exposing the secret pat, answers of mystery,
She lingers on air that has forsaken him long ago in sin.
Categories:
insinuation, deep, metaphor, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Summon the patient matrons from their hollow galleys
Waiting on the edges of the musical drums within the flesh
None will know a return
In the outpouring of words, the distance becomes a rather familiar apparatus
And eerie reflections upon the surface raise the darkness in a dance of ageless allusions
The gnomes sing into your oasis a monotonous insinuation
Held in the hands of passing expressions, who peer out through cogent faces
Until the contingent hours of darkness
Here they find endowed jest pardons
Sensing delicious manifestations of thought where none urge linger, but refuse in leering
And I pre-tinge my calm
Watching the calamity swerve ahead of me
And crash by an oak tree
Where the strangest things are bound to happen
Far under, the gaze deepens, something brilliant in disguise
Far under, the absurdity rises, as I speak with what words I’ve been given
Of the end
A speechless zero-time
Categories:
insinuation, visionary, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
May 21 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 90-92
Key Verse – Psalm 90:14 O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SATISFYING ME
Thank You for satisfying me with Your mercy
For my gladness despite feelings of insufficiency
While I sing praises to Your name’s excellency
Upon Your loving kindness’ consistency.
Thank You for satisfying me with Your graciousness
For my gratefulness despite economic crises’ seriousness
While I trust in Your constant faithfulness
Upon Your triumph’s greatness.
Thank You for satisfying me with Your salvation
For my assurance despite doubts’ insinuation
While I believe in Your Word’s perfection
Upon Your immutability’s function.
Thank You for satisfying me with Your blessing
For my provisions despite poverty-cursing
While I stay in Your will’s nursing
Upon Your nourishment’s raising.
Thank You for satisfying me with Your fellowship
For my strength despite debilitating worldly partnership
While I draw near Your heart that’s offering vibrant relationship
Upon Your fatherhood’s leadership.
Thank You for satisfying me with Your counsel
For my guidance despite daily routine’s hassle
While I learn from Your truth’s easel
Upon Your wisdom’s epistle.
May 21, 2022
Categories:
insinuation, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
can ya here it talkin'?
whispering to your ear
do you hear what it's sayin'?
what's heard to be so clear?
strong is the insinuation
its voice is so commanding
no need for any moderation
lines always deemed outstanding
throughout all of history
it's always been this way
it's never been a mystery
it says what it can say
ideas, acts, maybe souls get bought
it's always been - that money talks
© Goode Guy 2013-12-18
Categories:
insinuation, introspection, money,
Form:
Sonnet
Negative Politics
By Franklin Price
2/10/2016
Negative politics are more
Since primaries have begun
To say someone is worse than you
Somehow is much more fun
It's not what you've accomplished
How you've gotten where you are
But your opponents' negatives
That have gotten them this far
Doesn't matter when it happened
Could have been a fluke of birth
As long as it is negative
It has to have some worth
Negative preferred by media
They don't know when to stop
Underhanded insinuation
Will bring their ratings to the top
Blame it on the public
Who enjoy watching the fall
Murder, drugs and politics
Anything that will appall
Playing hooky when in high school
Cheating on a college test
Not voting for a foolish bill
Bragging on the family crest
Not being raised in poverty
To have to bring themselves along
Forgetting to place their hand on chest
For the national anthem song
For the many things they may have done
For which they might repent
Having nothing to do to qualify
To be our president
Voters, think of your exposure
Evaluate all you hear and see
Don't let the negative politics
Elect the president to be
Categories:
insinuation, political, drug,
Form:
Rhyme