Best Instructive Poems
**** Would like to preface my return, and many apologies to fellow poets who may have missed my absence. Though I did not have much luck in love this past year, this poem was written years ago; I think it is a fine poem though sad, which some may know my attempts at sweet-sorrow have well pleased many. The poem not only reflects tragic romance, but spiritual matters; the instructive distinction that its the soul or heart who remembers things of love, rather than the mind; I think of my passed loved ones in my view with my heart felt memories rather than a mental memory, for example. I find the 'idea' or notion poetically at least interesting and pertinent to romanticism, which is the poem's theme.***
How honeyed her perfume pastille
imbued many a god from their tower
Shook all the gloom which lonely men feel
she some mistress of darling power;
teems she the night with sweet mist
desires she all the allure of nymphs
She has strolled my garden many a time
forgotten I, the devil's music playing in the hills
and the sad forsaken tresses ---
weeping as a child;
or the dying swan and all her lamenting trills;
how many faces of God to touches of love
how many more gods,
though there need be but One?
How femme she-so-fatale and not enduring
with soft, she pecks my cheek
and all the universe her eyes ---
so sweet her kiss as worlds fade in yearning
to cinnamon lips, she of eyes wandering and wild;
twas her soul I wished to hold
with curves, lingering delicate
and never cold
Death shall take her to the lonely-wood....
from me shall fade the petal most crimson
about the night no more a-roving I could
nor velvet embraces with she my love;
the temporal love shall fall to heather
the winds blow, and the tempest's trumpet
roars about her whisper;
but in the deepest dark I roved the delve;
twas my soul which remembered
(Scarlet)
Categories:
instructive, lost love, memory, romantic,
Form:
Romanticism
Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux pas.
Chef cooks with an aproned mind.
Scientist invents, minded with formulas.
Cartoonist strokes, gifted with artistry
Dubber voices over to cover up travesty.
A wrestler can break anybody with a ranting mind.
Audience can just watch and listen with a calming mind.
If a dancer prances with a swirling mind
then a choreographer can relax to unwind.
So many other occupations with distinct minds,
Instructive of vocations and interests
descriptive of master minds.
What is your job?
Categories:
instructive, jobs,
Form:
Didactic
Come to see what I have found out on Poetry Soup
I just found out that ‘Categories’ box has been improved
Wherein more interesting stuffs to choose from have now been included
I just found another one
It’s the HTML guideline or note embedded
Immediately below the ‘Poem title’ box
And above the ‘Poem Text’ region
Immediately before the space provided
For the typing of your poems
You will see an instructive text
Telling you about how to customize or format
Your poem using one or more of the HTML’s tag
Three tags are currently available and are all allowed
It includes ‘’ at the beginning and ‘ ’
At the end of the portion of the poem you wish to format.
This is for ‘italics’.
The one for ‘bold’ and ‘center’ tags are
‘ ’ and ‘ respectively.
You can use them for the whole poem
Or one for a stanza, a line or an expression…
Within the poem if you like
Try them now and see it yourself
They’re meant for you and me.
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Categories:
instructive, care, caregiving, community, language,
Form:
Free verse
at last he knows what
has been kicking his ass all these years
living a slow trauma smelling of empire
guardians of civilization on strike or asleep
concluding that non-conformists are all alike
but wait I am harsh this is all from memory
must have been the Kristalnacht last night
the simple concept fire is hot
does not have a subjective alternative
I tell you this with both lips
eyes watering from the smoke and prayers
in an instructive grand demonstration
of just the right amount
at just the right time
fortunately the farm subsidies
kept his garden of delight
in full Amsterdam trim
until Dr. Schnitt opened his skull
in a state sanctioned inquiry
involving all manner of pageantry
gave me a jolly good boot up the spizzerinctum
I'll tell you that right here right there
tweetering bluebirds now circle my head
the hum of life in there somewhere
most thoughts are unoriginal anyhow
you don't need a text balloon to survive
but it's a lot more contemporary
makes the aerodynamics a little smoother
my geneticist says I must be careful
several members of my family
have perished from documented cases
of spontaneous human combustion
must have fallen off the chameleon ride
but no matter they love you one day
hate your ashes the next go figure
not all internal signal input is valid
for this reason scalpels have been handed out
a National Dissection Day special
Nurse Lefty in her lightning bug suit
was just trying to get the job done
after the renunciation of befuddlement
and the realization she had fingers
that were much different from her toes
oh boy we're on another subject already
rhyming crocodile and Nile somehow
fighting fire with smoke see above
partially eaten in spite of the effort
even the effort was eaten
cough cough
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
instructive, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Adorning the walls at Brigham and Women's
Head on his hand quite comfortably resting
The subject distinctive in his smiling position
Inspires the asking who is this physician
Over his shoulder an old time sea captain
And over the other what looks like the Kremlin
A scene that recalls something seemingly Russian
What is its significance in this bastion of medicine
And so the commencement of careful researching
Reveals the story of which we'll be learning
A Harvard professor with numerous contributions
To the field of anesthesia including ischemia-reperfusion
This skillful practitioner of inducing unconsciousness
Was born in the Soviet Union in Nineteen and Thirty-Six
The whitebearded mariner is his belov'd Granddad
Who perished unaccounted for in the blockade of Leningrad
When Simon was young he was frequently hungry
Simochka said Mamma for food do not ask me
Life as a Jew in the society of Stalin
Was hard but instructive for the mensch now ascending
At that time in Russia was no concept of charity
Because the state cared for everyone and no one was needy
But the pogroms and politics couldn't kill his generosity
And as soon as they could his wife and he left their country
Emigration to Israel where he learned to be Jewish
In the sense of the word that's proclaimed and not whispered
And he saw for the first time a community helping
And he knew gum zu l'tovah was how he'd be living
And many years later ensconced at the Brigham
The giver, the teacher, the lover of freedom
Fortunate I who discovered his portrait
And learned the legacy of the man
Categories:
instructive, people,
Form:
Rhyme
“ UNSUPPORTED CODE ” ©
Now it’s about time for all to be known
What’s always been there are facts to be shown
Eternal at last it embraces all
And with composure it stands by on call
Time is the measure of all things bourn
Creating a past & a future unknown
Always allowing for all things to grow
Giving good reason for us to all know
Season through season through thick & through thin
Time is permissive so accommodating
Given the choice you have to admire
Time has the answers for all to transpire
Free of all worry step into the now
Now known of the past is even the how
So given more time I’m daring to think
We’ll know what’s of worth & what is just fink
Time is the healer doctor & cure
Same for the wholesome as the ragged & poor
Outlasting each thing it makes its own rules
Constructing this world all with its own tools
Time is eternal & moving with pace
Given a moment it makes its own space
Time is forgiving of all the things wrong
All of the evils forgotten so long
While going forward it teaches us right
How to make better each day & each night
If to be honest everything’s to last
Then time is the future present & past
Mild in its manner instructive & fair
If only we’d listened we’d have had to hear
As time & again what’s surely in place
Is all who are here are in the ‘rat-race’.
C-More ®
Categories:
instructive, butterfly, time,
Form:
Oh, if I were an elephant
I sure would march around and rant
with loud and deep instructive roar
demanding mostly to implore
my fellow elephants to find...
all matriarchs and males combined...
some ways to camouflage our prize
and make them dull to human eyes.
Though we are dark, our tusks are white;
stand out in leafage day and night.
For them, we're martyred every day.
Perhaps there is a better way?
When good men tag our floppy ears,
they could then calm our deepest fears...
and paint our tusks a camo green
so through the brush cannot be seen.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: If I Were An Elephant
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 12/12/2016
Categories:
instructive, animal, corruption, death,
Form:
Couplet
I think I'll signal guru Bob that I've had enough
of his implicit stress therapy as he calls it
I've contacted the hunchback sperm banks
for a safe deposit box until the embrace is ended
with the last flood of disobdience
guru Bob waves his stumps
and I go nuts trying to figure out
the message behind the message
which was whatever happens
keep this out of the tabloids
I threw the Studebaker into reverse
and flamed the tires
in order to stop the madness
of hope divided by zero
as the horizon failed to recede
or vice versa being we were in reverse
years from now miners will
stumble upon these passages
and be unsure if this is the he or
the he behind the he somewhat
unable to repair the scrap heap damage
after having been repeatedly potty trained
by wrecking yard executives with cutting torches
fat as spring worms free like sniffing hyenas
fortunately sugar appears to be universally pleasing
have we gotten to the topology segment
what's wrong with a philosophy of surface
what's your sign
delusion A against delusion B
a cosmic food chain of ransoming angels
I'm just trying to avoid
the hell words like cooked and eaten
cooking with Rosetta Stone
eating with zealots and hangmen
in the how wide can you talk contest
where the taboo behind the taboo
reverses us to black plague status
and the subsequent violet plague too
where clouds of flies lurk in church doorways
their buzzing can be infinitely instructive
even if it's the last thing you hear
with a flat rock for a pillow
curse my clumsy adolescence
rosy dawn into evening's umber
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
instructive, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Over the Middle Passage of Time
(Apropos of Trials and Triumphs)
In the crypt of the ocean’s deep
Lay ivory bones
Of screaming ebony souls
Drowned in due seasoned journeys
Across middle passage sojourns
Of pilgrim’s progress
Yoking labor in the wrinkles of the earth
From the fresh dawn to the tired dust thereof:
Nothing fertilizes like wet sweat and dried blood.
When the instructive tongues of ancestors
Tap at the door of attentive ears
Spirits scale skyscraper yearnings of home
Parachuting shackles of mind and body
Drifting in earthy fields of rusty ways;
No, the last supper will not be here.
The lit torch illuminates the new summons;
The passage of time forgives but never forgets;
The Supreme Master of the Universe spills His cup
Into the Saucer of which we now sip:
Because of His amazing grace, we shall not
Sup the tainted bastard blue blood of disgrace.
Categories:
instructive, allegory, analogy, betrayal, black
Form:
Prose Poetry
July 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 29
Key Verse – Proverbs 29:13 The poor and the deceitful man meet together: the LORD lighteneth both their eyes.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LIGHTENING MY EYES
Thank You for lightening my eyes with Your wisdom-illumination
In reproving me against sins’ manifestation
To make me righteous midst iniquities’ abomination…
So I can rejoice in Your assured salvation.
Thank You for lightening my eyes with Your justice-holiness
In sanctifying me against worldliness’ filthiness
To make me clean midst corruption’s wickedness…
So I can repent through Your abounding forgiveness.
Thank You for lightening my eyes with Your vision-purity
In guarding me against defilements’ infirmity
To make me virtuous midst chastity’s uncertainty…
So I can stand by Your upholding integrity.
Thank You for lightening my eyes with Your goodness-grace
In separating me against poverty’s trace
To make me contented midst scarcity’s brace…
So I can continue through Your directing rays.
Thank You for lightening my eyes with Your kindness-beholding
In protecting me against heart’s backsliding
To make me steadfast midst pride’s unfolding…
So I can follow Your instructive commanding.
Thank You for lightening my eyes with Your authority-leadership
In guiding me against critics’ friendship
To make me obedient midst stewardship’s partnership…
So I can delight in Your sweet fellowship.
Thank You for lightening my eyes with Your truth-mercy
In providing for me against needs’ insufficiency
To make me blessed midst prayer’s fervency…
So I can persevere by Your faithful clemency.
July 6, 2022
Categories:
instructive, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Human nature is destructive,
But also very instructive.
You learn what you want from it,
You choose the path you wish to knit.
See the destruction around you,
Let that nature never dwell within you.
We are but microbes in a vast universe,
Thinking we move forward while in reverse.
We are specks of life pretending to rule,
Thinking of ourselves as a precious jewel.
Pretentious and destructive is our nature,
Destroying both our present and future.
Categories:
instructive, peoplenature, nature, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
The hour past midnight
as the clock taps seconds into minutes
and restless, i toss in my bed.
The sighs and moans of listless
in seeking rest and sleep
while darkness grows in my head.
The lights of distant houses diminish
extinguished like the end of day
drawing closure and silence to its noise.
Stars twinkle and faintly dance
as the walls draw down
around the world in nightime pause.
Gentle breezes tease and play the chimes
into ringing clear and loud
then hushed into the quiet stillness of early morning.
Dreams rise instructive, silly and scary
as blackness begins to fade
disappearing in the faint light of rising dawn.
It is the earth they say, that revolves
but it is we, who awake and rise
as comes the dawn.
Categories:
instructive, dark, dream, light, morning,
Form:
Free verse
Me, I know it's not all in your head --
Some of it is also in mine.
I know the platitudes they spout
And I know how they feel --
Dismissive instead of constructive
Because prescriptive is not instructive.
And I know there is nothing you can do.
Embrace this.
Recognize it.
It will never go away.
And it will never subside, until you give it a name.
And the space it demands.
And know it dearly.
Only then, place it smartly
Where it will stand, another beam to reinforce your temple.
Love yourself the more for it.
Categories:
instructive, anxiety, beauty, growth, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
I’m marvelous, granting victory in every ministerial engagement
securing joy of salvation full of divine contentment
steadfast for spiritual empowerment
sufficing with ready replenishment...
I trust God, my source, for fruitful work-involvement.
I’m matchless, granting heavenly goodness greatly
supplying mercy-kindness that can be maximized triumphantly
strengthening might to increase faith tremendously
settling believers to love the Lord earnestly…
I thank God Who enriches me in sharing compassionately.
I’m magnificent, directing divine perspective
surmounting doubts against ministry directive
sealing believers around principles biblically instructive
sincere worship that’s acceptably participative…
I cling to God as He upholds my care against foes so destructive.
I’m magnanimous, endowing generous abundance
sending riches-bounty midst crises’ endurance
sustaining resources to meet needs of contentment-extravagance
satisfied for thanksgiving and praise assurance…
I esteem God Who causes my bestowment’s elegance~~~
GRACE is my name.
*Psalm 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
August 1, 2019
Categories:
instructive, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Personification
An abecedarian Australian animal activist
Bagged bodacious big bucks
Caustically criticizing crocodiles,
Driving darling dragons
Essentially extinct. Eschewing
Fact, fabricating fanciful fiction,
Grifting gloriously,
He haughtily held hostage
Important, instructive information,
Juxtaposed jaundiced, junk
Kangaroo kills,
Leveling large lizard libel,
Manufacturing marsupial misinformation malevolently.
On other ominous occasions,
Preferring pernicious propaganda,
Quickly, querulously, quashed
Real, rational reports, rather,
Substituted several substantially
Tarnished technical travesties,
Undermining unified understanding.
Very vociferously, viciously
Wrote works without warrant,
Xenophobic xenotypic
yarns, yammering yellow-bellied yawps,
Zombie-like, zealously.
Categories:
instructive, animal, silly,
Form:
Abecedarian