Best Intensified Poems
Come, my friend,
Do not cry
For
Tears blur your vision of life,
Distorting thus reality
Come, my friend,
Wipe your tears and see how clearer
The world appears:
The shapes, sharper,
The colors, brighter,
The flowers, softer,
The sounds more melodious
The scents more aromatic.
Come, my friend,
Smile and you will enjoy more
Nature’s beauty:
The majestic mountains
The green valleys
The impenetrable forests
The mighty rivers
The endless seas.
Come, my friend,
Laugh and tell me, aren’t:
Your pains subsided?
Your fears minimized?
Your hopes augmented?
Your doubts reduced?
Your dreams intensified?
Come, my friend,
Together we are going to face life, by:
Crying, smiling, laughing, fighting, loving,
Living, and dying.
Come, my friend,
You are not alone anymore for I am next to you
And next to you I will stay,
No matter what may come
For
I wish to help you
So out of this adventure, that life we call, you
Victorious to emerge!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 November 2015
POTD
to all who know and love,
and who may not know at all,
i have told tales of adoring loss
and romance utterly grand-
building walls with broken sills,
falling apart at the seams to well,
not knowing which path to choose
but
brilliantly radiating verses that
weigh heavily upon hearts
so i go toward the light that found me;
bright and anew i am glowing in grace-
gifts of love and hope i bestow,
with gratitude i extend my heart
though the threshold to peace
has yet to be shown…
i know i have grown
i accept where i’ve been,
showering others with my
metaphorical muse-
embracing poetry without fear;
leaving behind friendly notions
so that i can become the
woman i've always longed to
be-
creative in my heart,
talented in my essence,
and
giving to those deserving
my utmost kindness-
i sing my lullaby today and fly away
farewell my beautiful being,
i am too far away to express what i feel
~for goodbyes are all too real~
some say i am becoming,
beautiful and unique-
melancholy in my technique,
loving to all who seek…
MY SOUL
few know my name,
even fewer embrace my quill-
but
one day i shall shine like the
stardust falling onto my barren feet
(the feet that once carried me home)
i shall no longer take the deceit,
nor allow Judas to defeat…
ME
i am strength intensified-
a push assumes its weakness
is part of my fate,
but
there’s no regret in the magic
I DID CREATE
for my time has given me
much pleasure-
i hand out thanksgivings to
all who were kind to…
ME
i may fly back once and awhile,
to embrace amazing tales told,
see companions of old-
write verses of hope and pain;
making my heart smile,
adoring each style-
but for now i must abstain
wish upon my star,
from afar,
and all will be revealed in time-
for nothing does compare to the
rhythm of my rhyme
farewell my beautiful being,
may you touch what i leave behind-
take my verses and wear my hope
that tomorrow shall be better for…
you
and
ME
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
3.2.20
In the tenderness of twilight,
calmness of the air,
silently caressed her skin
hearts floated like a gentle breeze.
Illuminating her persona,
naked moon reflected against
the softness of her cheeks
sweet whispers evoked several senses.
Envious stars sparkled,
transcending a galaxy of kisses,
radiating against her lips
and who was I to resist.
Her petal lips,
sang to me like a lullaby -
my heart danced like a butterfly
sensual souls serenaded sweet symphonies.
Infatuated shadows gazed until sunrise,
as embers intensified, embracing
Earth's window of wonders
a love was born into eternal bliss.
I still see that night in her eyes;
she always insists it was the stars,
but I believe it was the moon.
17 October 2018
Silent One
He sits
Head low
Hands raise
slowly
to his eyes
Aimed at unseen
futures
rawly lived
pasts
how to
survive
Music in his mind
He rises
stands allongé
jumps and lands
petite allegro,
turns
and pirouettes
in search of that window
or that door
intensified
Bounces
off
white
soft
walls
wails, screams
silent sentences to
invisible people
Drops to his knees
The unnoticed tornado
whirlwind raging
without any
spoken
word
curls
him
to a
little ball
until inner
hope
dies
adagio
***
May 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
"Thoughts of a Sexual Nature"
Vivid thoughts of you,
in your birthday suit.
Sprawled on my living room floor,
anxiously you wait
for what you came here for.
Long toned legs,
a rippled mid-section.
I want to hear you beg,
you caused this ********.
Incense burn!!
Sex on the Beach
heightens the mood.
I allude,
to a massage.
A mental mirage,
a dream.
Vivid thoughts accrue,
as I knead your birthday suit.
skin like a rare passion fruit,
and I'm working for your nectar.
You're my aperitif,
and I have a sweet tooth
for your vermouth.
_________________________________________________________
Strumming your neck,
my tongue is the pick.
Hearing you moan lightly, "Oh your so thick."
So eager was the lass,
for me to.... hose down her fire.
You see, the blaze I intensified.
I knew her desires.
Slow down I pleaded,
hasten your pace!
We have all night baby,
and first base is my face.
I had overdosed on her Vermouth.
She poured without a care!
Enveloped in lusts rapture,
it was, to soon to conclude.
Ambiance is important, so I'll set the mood.
Red lights, mirrored headboard
& playing softly in the background,
a love songs
interlude!!!
_________________________________________________________
Soft moist lips lick you're ear
whispering words of delight
pursuing my plight for your might,
my tongue rolls down your neck
peck on peck,
as my goal unfolds
kissing chest nipples
your dimples of gold
tanned bronze like a god,
excitement,
ecstasy
extension to explode,
the ride enhances as liftoff begins
tastier than sins,
searing flesh on flesh emotions
enmesh juices of love in thrombosis,
in oceanic osmosis,
as we fall...
spent ...
content ...
in orgasmic opulence.....
"This is a collaboration written by three different poets... Starting with Me...
Samuel Brooks has the middle section, and Linda Marie Bariana concludes...
This turned out well and I am sure all of you will agree..
Jared Pickett---Asavvy1
Samuel Brooks----ChocolateWoW-------------------------1/27/2010
Linda Marie Bariana------Sweetheart
World abandonment
vanity infests
greed escalates
charity nullified
Competitive paradise
prices uncontrollable
hunger staggering
debt maximized
Honest lost
integrity futile
words misconstrued
greed rapid
Equality vanished
pensions minute
labor intensified
jobs down sized
World absorbed
humans consumed
profits soar
mortgages abandoned
World immobilized
composure lost
hope desperate
destruction eminent.
Midst Monday bouts in work arena
knocking body with fatigue angst…
God’s victory* strengthens my faith to keep pressing on.
Though Tuesday schedule seems to fail
frustrating mind against planning zest…
The Lord revives my spirit as a warrior marching forward.
When Wednesday pursuits become futile
with routine turning toward torturous ennui…
Christ rejuvenates my soul against insistent boredom.
Trying Thursday times intensified by deadline pressure
test patience succumbing to fruitlessness’ blight…
The Saviour props my commitment for life-building endeavours.
Frustrating Friday obscures sublime vision
while carnality attacks what is divine…
Light of the Sovereign illumines my heart, seeking what’s heavenly.
Sometimes, Saturday tempts with slothfulness’ convenience
bringing guilt of worthlessness’ pangs…
Forgiving Master offers help, empowering my zeal for faithful service.
Since Sunday expectations shout sincere worship
unmasking hypocrisy, reproving skepticism and doubt…
The Holy Ghost* grips my trust, hoisting it by His grace and love.
*1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
(This “busy week” has made me weary; and I thank the Lord for enabling me to make it… to be able to sing “It is no Secret What God Can Do” during our ministry live broadcast.)
July 4, 2020
1st place, "STRAND completely new (5) any theme any form" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/6/2020.
She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her chin
as she climbed in
For hours she'd play with her dime store sailboat
loving it though it would hardly float
always taking on water
listing, never level
her wet skinny back hunched over
shoulder blades like primordial wings
every few minutes she'd have to shake the thing
Trying desperately not to break the spell
of pretend
and when
it was time to let the water out
she'd always stay to watch the water drain
weighing the emotional pain
both fascinated and horrified,
as the suction intensified,
by the force of the water
the unstoppable slaughter
waiting for the inevitable rotation
to begin
the dizzying spin
Slowly at first growing faster and faster
a miniature cyclonic water disaster
The dime store boat of course on its side
circling faster in the relentless tide
Then the drain would give a horrible belch
much satisfied with itself.
As she grew the tub got smaller
with shallower water
less and less room
for pretend to bloom.
Years later, dime store sailboat long forgotten,
life having been mostly rotten
working with the most cynical of cynics
ER nurses bitter that it's more like a clinic
runny noses and coughs that folks thought were urgent
working hard to save those who were truly emergent
Hearing from them the phrase: "circling the drain"
memories suddenly flooding the brain
almost able to feel herself as that young girl
watching the sailboat beginning to swirl
Feeling the blood drain, face going pale
she sees vividly the boat with its bright red sail
yellow hull and blue plastic deck
fine hairs rising on the back of her neck
She realizes now the fatigue of age
is from fighting the pull with defiant rage
The closer you get, the faster you spin
and soon the dark whirlpool draws you in
With a knowledge that seems to be purely primal
she now understands the downward spiral
And she knows that she will not put up a fight
she'd rather go silently in the dark of the night
And the dime store boat comes to rest on its side
so it's all come full circle at the end of the ride.
SADNESS
©Danielle White
Quagswagging of weeping willow.
In the eye of a severe storm
From my window, watching the show.
Quagswagging of weeping willow.
Terror deep within starts to grow.
The storm intensified its form
Quagswagging of weeping willow.
In the eye of a severe storm
The wind rustled through the trees
forming a whispering melody
the higher pitches made a whistling sound
while the lower pitches were soft moans
as the wind intensified and released
in harmony a song was created that
only nature understood
it continued with a definite rhythm
now accompanied by a drum roll
as hands of thunder joined in
they both took a deep breath
started their harmony
enjoying a night serenade.
Beaten and Battered
Still standing tall
I'm not the being I was before I took my great fall
They said don't stand to the wind
no you shouldn't dare
sometimes the wind will caress you but most of the time she doesn't care
She held me close
but intensified with a loving quiet rage
the wind she's like that, her intentions often hard to gauge
She's always there
she'll whisper and let you know
more often than not she's there for a moment then must go
She left part of me standing, the rest shattered on the forest floor
She's much more powerful, so she let me know
Because here I stand broken, never again to be whole
Snip away the flesh.
Blood spits
on the unforgiving floor,
stained,
soaked in,
to the point where the tile bursts-
soul helpless, gas exposed
and the poison kicks in-
pounding
pulsing,
running through the intoxicated veins-
that now bulge
from my gullible skin,
hypnotized thoughts,
addicted to devotion.
A pain so good it lingers
as if ripping out each organ
one
by one.
Then the taste of regret thickens-
a sweet intensified swelling-
of what could have
what should have been.
But instead of leaving for death
you clench tight your warm, soft hands
around the scissors,
and carve it out,
chest exposed,
broken.
It always belonged to you
and though you verify,
wanting security,
proof.
It was always you.
You still emphasis the fact
it was different this time
time taught how to forgive-
yet you aren't welling to see it through,
risk,
put yourself out on the tightrope.
Instead of casting your spell
you flee.
And then, purity is revealed.
Mirror image of yourself,
alone,
on the ground,
lifeless,
breathless,
eyes-
a distorted fuzz,
the same, gentle brown-
Petrified with recognition
realizing what you avoided,
what you forced away
came raging, smacking you in the face.
Blood caressing your forsaken goals,
your broken promises
and vital unspoken words.
Never have scissors accessorized so perfectly,
resting gently upon your empty chest
reflecting acceptance,
forgetting reason.
Colonization of Africa
Colonization in Africa
Africa after the Berlin Conference
Africa on colonial era
Era of colonization
Era of European Imperialism
Imperialism was effected
Imperialism was intensified
Intensified due to imperialism
Intensified by European
European imperialism
European exploration
Exploration in Africa
Exploration race
Race of exploration
Race of people
People get affected
People power
Power of imperialism
Power of colonialism
Colonialism in Africa
Colonialism and natural resources
Resources of human
Resources of culture
Culture of society
Culture of tradition
Tradition preserves
Tradition of tyranny
Tyranny of a ruler
Tyranny of oppressive government
Government governs
Government built the place
Place of forum
Place of conference
Conference on going
Conference hall
Hall facing
Hall of fame
Fame for its culture
Fame to total obscurity
Obscurity which conceals
Obscurity of expression
Expression of apathy
Expression of compassion
Compassion of one
Compassion for others
Others must have faith
Others lead
Lead...
Faith...
04/23/16
Third Place
"DIG DEEP - RACE RELATIONS
-CONFLICTS-COLONIALISM"
by Marugu Mo
Take a journey through the East African Plains soaring temperatures of 120 degrees and that is in the shade. Intensified sounds of insects humming and buzzing. Going
about their daily life cleaning things up and pollinating plants. Set up camp the
old fashioned way under canvas, only then will you truly experience the spirit of this
dark continent.
flicking ear by bush
gives lion away to his prey
switches tail in disgust
Go on foot with your guide you will see and learn far more this way. When dressing in the morning be sure to shake out your boots in case a scorpion found in it a haven. Admire the wind swept trees their tops completely flat, and smell the deep red earth so pungent and rich in scent. Feel the ground shake as elephants file past on their way to drink. Marvel at the sights of lakes painted pink by the wading flamingo's, the vast rift valley and magical waterfalls. All this and far more entices the senses and the wonder of the utter freedom offered.
vast herds on you roam
african land you bewitch
your scent lingers on
BULLETS!
If there ever was a time in the history of human, it is now that one’s being is
bound to civic duty impost.
He or she is a loyal citizen of his or her nation.
Intensified is the fortress bond of armory and strength.
Through our faith and courage, our minds and our heart have engaged vigor.
Dynamism is diversification via structure.
What is seen is statement beyond repose via strategy.
As we discuss the militant way, we centralize our thoughts
To suffering in other nations against dogmatic methods, systemically
approached the right to vote interposed by illegality of the election booth
intervened by bribes and other means to destroy equability.
What is seen is statement beyond repose via strategy.
Impartiality is an assured plus of unanimous.
Political leaders aboard focus on a suppressed nation through their views on
enslavement and incapacitate.
For sure, this is the Stalin’s views of the Ukraine orders retain.
To incarcerate through tenets of rapaciousness is cruel.
Therefore, what is seen is only a system of beliefs.
The Ukrainians must remain free to be at liberty.
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Verlena S. Walker
Penned on October 02, 2014!
Form: Decapentasyllabic Verse