Best Insulation Poems
WALLPAPER
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Paper Thin
Cut down to any size,
Crumble, crop me wrong
Pull the insulation from my heart.
Never will I be "A Paper Doll!"
Thank you for calling me a "Friend!"
Thank you for wasting my "time!"
Enjoy the WALLPAPER display
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Layers and layers of lifeless brick
KEEPS EVERYTHING OUT!
Emotional poster boards of doubt
Envious fiberglass green never seen
Yuletide Carols warped around my energy
Merry and full of acrylic sh!t-
Hand full of putty maintains the makeup on my face
Arts and crafts display my inner fancy grace
Heavy installed Sheetrock so easily replaced
Tough paint chips away silently through the night
Rigid boards transform into fragile crystal light
The greatest illusion blinding reality
Smooth Tiger Skin, texture of orange simple peel
Beautiful mud swirl, L'Oreal.
Gypsum soft enough you want to touch
Dark walls of a thousand words
A plasterboard of discordant grey notes
Blots and clots of ink, enslave my skin
Colorless drywall, resilient to your charms
Printed designs of cleverly decorated lipstick
Morbid shadows underneath the ceiling veil
A double coat of Pacific Waterproof Blue-
Printing bags from -- YESTERDAY!
Plastered wounds of cement dry and roughens along the edge
A human-made barrier, not even God comes in.
by;PD
Categories:
insulation, change, creation, friend, identity,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A significantly different day
No bread or milk
empty for toilet paper
Reduced opening hours in grocery stores
- Home insulation with
respiratory infection
Rationing on medicines
School closes -
no leisure activities
No daycare
No bus or taxi
No traveling abroad
All aboard aircraft and boat
must in quarantine
Large preventive measure
Dramatic cut in hotel beds
The church cancels all services
Closed office buildings
No cinema or theater
Today our first victim
as a result of the coronavirus
My deepest condolences to the family
~ "Normal life" is paused
Let this time bring out the best in us
12.03.2020
Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
insulation, crazy, scary, world,
Form:
Free verse
I feel emotionally flat
the experience is very stressful
No flooding or concentration
Acute, which is more persistent
Maybe therapy and skills training
- some will need it just for safety
I crank my headphones up to deafening level
- shuts off all sick thoughts
The silence gradually becomes unbearable
Along the way, I experienced that
the parachute did not work satisfactorily
If only God could give me a clear sign
Saturn's rings exist exclusively
of missing aircraft luggage
I think everything is predetermined
Hope is foolproof
I cut the cucumber slices like hearts
25/7/20
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Isolation Philosophy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
4th place in the contest
Categories:
insulation, life,
Form:
Free verse
God, are you sending Earth an electron avalanche?
Was supplying sun’s particles part of Creation’s goal?
Is insulation why we have such a cold snowy North Pole?
Is there a light cycle, scientists’ least explored branch?
The suns’ fiery color spectrum hosts continuous acclaim!
Unlike man-made radiances: mercury or sodium vapor lights,
A flame, an incandescent bulb or florescent light,
Where man watches; bands of color specific molecules frame.
Flammable gases; the environment soon reclaims.
Whether man-made in the sand or built upon the snow,
It is intriguing to watch a burning fire’s warming glow.
Red, green, and blue colors embellish the flames.
Oh, glow of solar particles sixty miles plus above the earth.
Decorate the sky with bright, multi-colored patterns.
Energize and rejuvenate Mother Earth as our world turns.
Feed us, oh Aurora; give Earth’s light cycle rebirth.
See it in Barrow, Alaska, Tromsø, Norway and Tiksi, Russia.
Men watch the wonders of God as heaven’s light churns.
Brilliant yellow-green hues have blue and purple patterns.
Earth’s life giving sun displays his continuous spectra.
The steep cascade of particles, like an avalanche of snow,
Tumbling with gravity, the snowy white is pealed.
Like solar particles blown into the earth’s magnetic field.
Fall into the earth; taken for granted our faces aglow.
Copyright March 5, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Aurora And Avalanche –
Sponsor Anthony Slausen
References:
1. http://www.gi.alaska.edu/AuroraForecast
2. http://www.alyeskaresort.com/resort/facts-northern-lights.aspx
3. Electron avalanche - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
4. https://www.uwgb.edu/dutchs/AstronNotes/Blue%20and%20Green%20Flames.html
5. https://www.uwgb.edu/dutchs/AstronNotes/Blue%20and%20Green%20Flames.html
6. http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3355478-genesis-decoded
Thank you for this contest…I enjoyed learning!
Categories:
insulation, philosophy, religion, science,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Gazing at windmills, dare you see Giants;
Call impossibilities imposters,
Incapable of withstanding your blade?
Or are you fearful of approbations
Of insanity insinuated
By the ignorant? Only Quixotic
People possess dreams consideration
Worthy – visions demanding better days.
Status quo subversives – call them poets,
Persistent purveyors of personal
And societal Dissatisfaction.
Excuses excluding innovation,
And personal insulation must go!
We can, shall, will resolve persistent pains.
Categories:
insulation, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Sonnet
The beauty of a honey bee hive
Miss queen how do you keep
These workers in order
Everything has to come together
In preparation of this honey to thrive
A constant temperature to keep
On hot days you say some of you all have to get out
While on cold days they come together
In One harmony and Accord flapping wings
To bring warmth and comfort
Some specialize in sealing out the cracks
So moisture does not destroy
While others make a insulation
Many fly around seeking tasteful flowers
So many jobs of these bees but they
All come together in knowing their part
To think of all the workers that worked
To not see the reward of this honey
But they knew this was for the true honey
That would give life unto many generations to come
Now ,the Ones after this Has been completed
Have been given access to taste this honey
And say this honey is good
Why, are so many still trying to make their own
For the word of God is true honey
Made Complete by the inheritance
Of the promised Spirit to reign within
Categories:
insulation, faith,
Form:
Free verse
The spirit of God
Angels standing by His saints
Love insulation
Categories:
insulation, devotion, faith, inspirational, life,
Form:
Senryu
Autumn gently grabs the lungs,
squeezes out the resin of summer.
Slaps you back into seriousness.
Rips children from laps
extends silence into issues
invites another ring of fat-
Time to button up living
roll another 4 inches of insulation.
Praying the old motor can handle another season
of less margin for error.
Autumn has risen to eye level.
Ordered sparrow into his beige feather hut....
put poverty at the doorstep of the ice cream man
under damp pointed jewels.
A chorus of wind chimes are shrill
like a voice of metal and ice
winter will quarter autumn
cement its feet into death-
Categories:
insulation, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
Categories:
insulation, corruption, dedication, devotion, paradise,
Form:
Monorhyme
As I travel on the path to an unknown destination.......
I must conquer the process of never-ending education
Average math pupil but good with money multiplication
So I try hard to keep rigid concentration
Don't need drugs or liquor to grant my brain stimulation
The elevation
Of my irritation
Anger accumulation
If I fail a task I feel internal humiliation
So I'm up to my neck with worries about to die from self-strangulation
Self termination
My own extermination
Then next comes the inevitable inflammation
So I face Heaven's cremation
Now in Hell I witness my soul's incarceration and incineration
I seek some solitude, give me my space-indentaion
I'm confident a star without the constellation
Better yet I'm the Earth minus the rotation
Circle the 7 continents-circumnavigation
Rebuild my nation
Who am I kidding that's my imagination
An indication
Of dedication
Inspiration
Which mingles with frustration
Which is an expectation
Of this generation
But I am forever notorius I welcome seperation
Fighting two on one with anticipation and contemplation
Losing the battle my face scarred beyond mutilation
Something bad in my blood I feel the devestation
Of living with contamination bad sanitation
Takin no hesitation to carry out the investigation
Now its too late, notice the mutation
Now I take over the land-gentrification
Build a foundation
Living quarters get the best renovation
See my creation
The ultimate innovation
Shine so bright my life is your illumination
In my dreams my company names me president without the inaugeration
Good luck to my relations and affiliations
The eradication
Of my station
Completing installation and insulation
With collasal temptation
To put my feelins in isolation
My heart has no visitations
Readers form your own interpretations.......
Life is a simulation
With many manifestations
Still on a path to an unknown destination
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Categories:
insulation, dedication, faith, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Capital of Culture
Come gather the vultures
The Ultras
Pro choice
Who reverberate to the sound of critical voice
They seed that which is worthy to read
Robotic mite's of the proverbial art
They play no part in writing
Reciting guild's of old
They make or break
Jack or Jill
And what will fill
Or fits the bill
Of this year's manic street preacher's
Rights of passage
Managing critical mass
Appeal of form the itch doth scratch
Like pink roof insulation
Under which the heat sealed in
The roof of logic would otherwise dissipate
Bated by the common collective
A studious Prefect of a high school blazer
A self of superiority created
Peers did not give
So they live spuriously out a sense of insecurity
Revenge cast on the scar's that last
Into adulthood
So they seek popularity
Revel in the power
Putting down allows ya
Residing on an Ivory Tower
Of golden showers
Categories:
insulation, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Elevator Man
A wrinkled hand
rotates Time's worn handle of half circles
giving arrest to past rides awakened
Up and down
listening
hearing
never forgetting
Watch your step
Ornate iron confinement
charming for youth
insulation for some
sentencing for others
Cables retch echoing secrets within
sliding metal dregs past elevated remembrances
among whispered conspiracies
softly spoken nothings
muffled weeping
all preambles shadowed
in corners of illusive passage
Momentary respite
gradually gives way to silent whimpers of fear
as passengers await floor-stops
fortune
reward
love
penthouse dreams
Elevator man's eyes rise
Arcing brass arrow above
waves Wisdom's index finger
past invisible floor thirteen
allowing today's filigree of delusions to remain patient...
for the moment
Categories:
insulation, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
My family is an old house:
Dad is the fireplace, which keeps us all warm.
Mom is the food, which keeps us all fed.
Paco, the Chihuahua is the television set, which provides us all with entertainment.
Kiki, the cat is the radio in the house, which makes a lot of noise.
My grandfather is the refrigerator, which stores all of our essential needs in life.
My uncle Joe is the propane tank of the house, which stores all the gas needed for the stove.
My Aunt Shana is the door of the house, which lets viewers in.
My uncle Larry is the propane tank filler which feeds the tank the gas needed for the stove.
Lulu, the pug is the carpet of the house, which keeps all of our feet warm
Sweetheart, the pug is the tile floor, which provides us something hard to walk on.
My cousin, Johnathan is the main bedroom, which people look at with awe.
My cousin Eric, is the insulation, which keeps any sound from escaping,
My grandma Eastridge is the walls of the house that keeps it warm.
My Grandpa Eastridge is the shape of the house, which people see first.
I am the foundation and the framework which keeps the house from crumbling
Categories:
insulation, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, old,
Form:
Free verse
A Renga:
On this quiet night
Under the moon's silver light
People are dreaming
As devas offer guidance
In the silence of a glance
A possum freezes
In the headlights of a car
That brakes just in time
"It makes a big difference,
All that new insulation."
While folding laundry
She makes plans for tomorrow
And for the next week
"I'm sorry you can't make it.
That's OK. Another time."
For him it's a song,
Even afer all these years,
The sound of her voice
Mingling with a steady wind
And the falling plum blossoms
Starlings are in flight
During the long, slow sunset
Clouds of red and gold
She begins her second job,
The bills just keep coming in
The weather report:
At least five more days of heat,
And no rain in sight
In an abandoned building
A runaway finds a home
Categories:
insulation, life
Form:
Verse
Staring at my phone
Oh how I wanted to call
But I didn't know what to say
Instead I stood just out of your reach
Wondering what you needed
Hoping someone else was by your side
Asking you what was on your mind
Distance offers insulation
Providing me an excuse
To look the other way
Tomorrow is another day
Surely you'll be okay
I think it's enough to merely pray
Knowing you have a dragon to slay
Perhaps I'm afraid you will lean on me
I don't know what kind of friend I'll be
If you look too close what will you see
A fragile man reaching out his hand
Trying desperately to understand
Life doesn't always go as planned
I can't mask my sad, I won't pretend
You don't need a cheerleader, you need a friend
I'll try not to be brittle with help I'll bend
With ears and heart my soul I lend
For you my friend are important to me
I will come close, I want to be
There for you
Tell me what to do
Help me see
What kind of friend
You need me to be
Within your courage I see
We both can learn what it means to be free
There are answers somewhere
Well beyond
What these eyes are trying to see.
Categories:
insulation, angst, cancer, courage,
Form: