Best Intro Poems
"I would rather be on a leaky ship that is mine, than aboard a more seaworthy vessel going where I don't wish it to go"—Poet's alter ego
Yes, I know what I’m doing
I’m the master of my fate
The captain of the sinking ship
Seeking harbor in ports whether safe or rocky
With gusto I plow through uncharted frontiers
Why do I do these things to myself? you ask
Perhaps I’m a rebel in search of what's unbeknownst
to me, in search of virgin long lost horizons pristine
Horizons others deem unreachable
I’m bold, brash and yeah sassy, brassy
And irrepressible! You can’t love me you see,
I’m a Lonewolf, and it's quite fine, to be…
Untamed as the wild northern wind
Sweeping the prairies with a gusting woman’s surge
Nature's raw elements try in vain to halt my advances
But I laugh and mock at Mother's efforts
Although I’m tossed and torn
In the grips of Her relentless tempests,
Her storms of fury suppressing, oppressing
Her stern and staid demands to obey, tame and domesticate
You may say I’m the constructor of my own chaos
A free-spirit, challenging myself
My integrity intact, place not your pity on me
Respect is my hallmark and independence,
my calling.
Iamb, Trochee, Spondee, Pyrrhic. Do those words have meaning for you? If not, you may find it handy as a poet to learn how to employ at least a few of them. They are names for the most common of the two-syllable feet used in classic poetry forms and many rhymed forms of today (there are other metrical feet used for 3 syllables). Poets can practice to become skilled at any one of them, but often poets are drawn to just a few when they write naturally. Iamb is the one that I prefer. When your words rise and fall in an unstressed to stressed rhythmic pattern, you are using iambic meter. Five feet of these unstressed-stressed syllables is called pentameter. That is why a sonnet is written in Iambic Pentameter. The traditonal sonnet writer uses ten syllables which are divided into five feet of unstressed/stressed syllables.
Here is the way Iamb looks if I show just two-syllable examples: de/TEST, un/LOVED, a/ WORD, go/ HOME. It would sound unnatural to say DEtest, UNloved, A word or GO home. The poet chooses his metrical foot and simply goes with the flow! If I choose to write a triolet, I would use Iambic Tetrameter (8 syllables with 4 feet of Iamb). When you consider all the different combinations of feet and meter, there is much to be learned! You can even mix up types of meter or use them unrhymed! To some poets it comes naturally -no textbook required. I have known free verse poets to say, "I just don't 'hear' it." But a few of those poets practiced and practiced; with time I saw them grow!
For those who want to practice poetry
in such a way to make their poems sing,
Iambic meter is one way to go.
Unstressed, then stressed creates a pleasant flow.
So give your words some musicality.
Keep practicing, and then your skills will grow.
Aug. 5, 2018
He’s a man with attitude that lived within his song
provoked an insatiable howlin’
whenever sensually his body moved along,
his world once shackled to Rock ‘n’ Roll
now just a shuffle of shakin’ bones,
this the last time he’ll string his guitar
a faithful friend who followed him here near and far.
Soon his final hour to holler a rhythmic tune
to thousands that bought a ticket
he knows he’s battling a sticky wicket,
yet with time to reminisce,
admits to a sordid life of sin
forgot what God had given to him,
when over here he claims
they were on different sides.
His home though is a callin’
across many sunsets so many tides
as for the last time his finger slides he cries
‘Oh, Babe I could spend a life time with you
But only you know what that would do!’
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Diamonds and Pearls Intro
He’s a black diamond standin’ on his throne
Platinum pyramids full of rubys and golds
He rolls royces in silks and riches
First class flights fly first…pacific
Atlantic oasis vacations chasin’ him…
From the states to the islands…they paradisin’ him
Crusin’ round the world in his yacht…no glitches
Shinin’ like baguettes on his wrist…past richness
Sun bathin’ over seas…meditatin’ steadily
In mentality of Garnet…pure clarity
Red emeralds green emeralds…purple tanzanite
It’s Taj Majal relica lookin’ in his eyes
Care for a glass of “The jewel of Pangaea”
Toast to the diamond in the rough of ideas
Higher than the pope…king of all kings
I introduce to you…your majesty… King Sesame
Written by: Aleasha Martin
Disclaimer..... This poem has nothing to do with a job of any sort... It's all about
love. Love is a job that sometimes we don't ask for.
I'm an employee at Frustrated Incorporated.
Well I should say an ex employee,
I was not looking for work and on the spot,
This man hired me. He tried to fire me,
Many, many times but I guess I was the
Best to work on his assembly line.
He planned that I would be a temporary worker,
But he made me permanent. The duties for this
Job I had no problems learning them and he
Started firing the others on the assembly line.
He wanted to be all mine. Then he got used
To me and all of a sudden he stopped supplying
My work needs. I began to hate him and talk
About him in front and behind his back. The man
Just did not like that. He called me to the office
Over and over again to find out what was wrong
With him. I responded you already know, dude
I just gotta go. I don't work for him no more
But He keeps calling me back for raw materials
Although he treated me inferior, I deserve
Better. So, I moved on to work for another man
But the head of Frustrated Incorporated keeps
Calling. I'm not going back to that mistreatment,
In courtesy and professionalism he falls delinquent.
1-27-11
now give a big hand
Ed Kranepool Mets firstbaseman
Mister Met himself
Born January 31, 1953 – Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson – Died January 30, 2048
HeRe, tell the truth,
liEs The Right Reverend Hudson
reBorn almost a century ago –
thE time was winter,
suCh long, long hours
baCk in cold, cold days
clAndestine rape
SaFety was unim-
poRtant for women
whO were married –
noNe spoke of
suCh
thIngs back
thEn
By God! This woman
refUsed to let that
get In the way of
her Living –
she Excelled at life
AlcHemist,
she Understood her birth
diD not define or restrict
her Self, her choices, her
lOve, her presence, or her death – she
kNew, with certainty: only truth is true!
Nota Bene – January 30, 2048 is the 100th anniversary of Gandhi’s assassination
We Thank All That Is Good She Was Here!
HAVEN INTRO.
*I am a lover of vampire stories and movies. So, I have decided to try it on for size,
and create a free verse series, on my own conjuring Vamp love story…Hope you
enjoy!! ~Miranda~
NOTE: a new chapter will be added once a week, stay tuned!
Aberration defines this creature
He walks among us all
Although he blends quite well
Is only seen at nightfall…
>“Master DeRay, I’ve found doubt in myself,”
Says Tate, in cold confusion
“My eyes beheld a beauty, her blood…
Smelled so luxurious, I WANTED IT,
I YEARNED for it, but some urge against myself
Restricted me from her taste…”
His mind pondered his words- he uttered slowly,
“…as if she was favored against me.”
DeRay alarmed, sifted swiftly toward Tate
Face so filled with hatred
Scornful looks, that could pierce Tate’s granite form.
“So you’ve been consumed by infatuation, eh…”
Words like venom from the tongue
“An ignited flame in the devil him self:
The enchanter has been enchanted.
Have you reached the un-dead senile age?”
DeRay belted a screech of laughter
From the pit of his empty stomach…
“Ah, but the strong finds his weakness…
After 335 long years…
What do you propose I do with you now?”
Tate leans closer, his eyes a twisted noir
“ What do you wish...master…brother?”
A taunt towards DeRay, as he whispers the reply,
“ Leave me Tate, I ban you from this court,
If I see you again, you know I must
Bring your everlasting life to it’s end”
Tate shot a saddened glare
Which brought shivers to DeRay’s spine
“I will not stand below you DeRay,
Your power, Is an equal to mine. Just as you say
We can’t feel, yet I do,
I will show you we can live without
The need to kill.”
DeRay turns to respond,
But, Tate obeyed his will.
A young woman he seeks.
An un-beating heart fulfilled….<
NEXT****Chapter 1: Miss Raliegh Eila Beydritch
Est. submit date: 3/18/2011 6 pm
When my car was bumpy
And I opened th door
so to behold the racket
& I saw dead bodies on the floor
INTRO: JAKE CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE
INTRO
A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to
grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so
he watched it grow. One day he awoke and the beanstalk was clearing
the sky and he decided to climb it. Singing merrily to himself: “Oh, what
wonderful day to play with your evolution. I planted this stalk of beans
and its growing beyond my conception. So I shall climb it to discover
has it evolved another wonderful world beyond.” Jake was foremost a
positive thinker. He began to climb.
DAY ONE OF JAKE’S ADVENTURE
Jake climbed the beanstalk that day. He discovered that there was
life formed beyond but he was afraid to adventure further and promised
himself that he would build the courage to go the step afar. He knew
that he had to be well prepared for his adventure so on his descent down
the stalk he began to develop his plan for his journey to continue. As
always, Jake began to sing: “Mm mm… The adventure I am about to
partake could be quite dangerous; however, I must completely discover
that place. I know that it may be my very last visit – the next – but I am
going back to conquer it and that’s that.” Jake begins to instill belief in self.
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3rd Place
A Giorgio A. V. Contest!
Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or movie)!
I'm a writer of truth
I appreciate the nakedness of art tho
in it's rawest form where it starts
which is usually from the heart
So, I listen
Then
The words begin to flow
And before you know it
I've created a masterpiece in my mind
Because what the heart feels is real
So to deny it would be a lie
I think that's what makes it so personal
But if it's not shared
then it's unfair
to those needing to hear the message
So I write
and share
I wanted to find God
I wanted to see the Universe
I wanted to Converse with
Self intimately
I wanted 20/20Vision
On a 40/40
Dose.
Embraced my polar opposite
Corresponding to Heaven
And Earth
An Eden Alternative
She gave me Gold
Hermetic Alchemy
Freedom from chains
Unraveling my 144
Cell by cell
She aligned my chakrahs
Thru Universal OM Chants
No longer fighting self
At Ease with
What I'd been looking for
As I gaze upon her
Unraveling Mystic
Secrets
Lay ahold to Foundation
Of Cosmic Worthiness
All in Her presence
My Introduction
To becoming a God.. Kevin Guru©2016
Ghosts outside your door
Open slowly for emphasis
Fade out- end of trailer
Cling tighter to him
Passionate kiss
Happy love montage
Fade out- end of trailer
Alien watches from above
Hero comes from earth to stop 'em
finally arrives and gasps
Fade out- end of trailer
So what really is reality?
Ask Plato not me,
Is it worth searching finally?
Movie type stories aren't free.
The price is true understanding
No bodies wishing for a plain life
So we lie to get this understanding
Look around nobody is flying kites
Listen to the piano riff drive though
The power of the moment is pure
The credits push back the real you
But, by then the sonnet is unsure
For time heals all of one's wounds
Except the ones keep in your swoon
I.
“A hiatus, not a parting.”
I waited until stones gathered
on the mothy carpet of the
living room. Then I stopped,
like mothers and fathers,
the un-watered
Delphiniums window-side.
II.
Laid a rusted finger on
the lip, the dredged ice,
Alaskan wind, a single
prayer before expatriation and
a loaf of pennies.
You don’t know what
opportune means (question mark)
III.
A thousand chests,
the ribs crumbling;
it’s a melody, a syncopation, some
Eucharist pre-hymnal tonal exercise.
We all waited for false angels,
the permanence of grief.
Men have their habits and women their traits
Which help determine the course of their fates.
Even the gods do adhere to these rules
And, just like mortals, act often like fools.
Setting the stage, we will see we’ve been led
To Morty and Ceil, over 40 years wed;
While up on Olympus, both Hera and Zeus
Are seeing what mischief a zetz can produce.
If zetz is a word which you’ve not heard before,
It’s Yiddish and so it has meanings galore.
Consider a zetz like a jab or a poke
In a physical way or in words someone spoke.
Let’s eavesdrop on Morty and lovely wife Ceil
And see how a little zetz alters their meal…
(this is the narrator's introduction to a play i wrote - entirely in rhyme - which was part of the strawberry one-act festival in new york city, performed on march 2, 2013. the link below will take you to the entire 16 minute play on youtube)
http://youtu.be/HFkw_ubUeR4