Best Isn Poems
there was a time when we used to be beautiful
we were used to smile, ran atleast 2 miles
we were used to create images of many mysterious objects
we all were once child,
play and smile without any panic for a while
this is a tendency
that everything which is born is due to die
as even water is due to dry
the birds which fly
will one day fall and die
the plants which were once green
become shrink and fly
yet they also die
this life is only a test
your time will come after a little rest
you will be buried in a grave
and will become a dust
we all were once used to be child
so kissed us on our forhead
as we re bound to go to a world
a world full of fairies, full of joy
yet this is something which isn t confirmed
one day we all shall be resurrected
will stand infront of our God
there will be two different sights
the heaven which give joys
and the hell which frights
that day we shall remember all our frauds
as that day only one power will rule
that shall be of God
if you don t believe it than you re a fool
we re once used to be child
so don t be afraid of tomorrow's sight
just believe in God
do good deeds
as the time has started us to feed
so don t be afraid of death
as it is bound to come
either early or later
and there shall be a day
when your name will totally fade away
Categories:
isn, age, allah, cry, grandparents,
Form:
Epic
IT ISN ‘t ME
It is not four score years that I exist
Though calendar and records say it’s so
And I do not comprise this mortal coil
Though it may seem to many and to me
Some say we live one life then candle fades
Or having sat the test must pay the price
To then exist in bliss or endless pain
A curse at least of tedium sans end
I’ll not be limited by tyrant time
Though substance of this form may tell me so
The infinite unchains us from this frame
Releasing untold lives: were and will be
Imagine all the stories we might tell
Inscribed or dramatized for our delight
Adventures and great games to focus mind
And give us purpose to participate
Yes I in here-and-now am what you see
But will not be this for eternity
17 August 2019
Categories:
isn, life,
Form:
Blank verse
Life isn about keeping score of right and wrong.
It’s not about how many people you call.
And its not about who you’ev dated, are dating, or haven’t dated at all.
It isn’t about who you’ve kissed, who you’ve hasd sex with , which boy or girl likes
you or who played you or who you’ve played.
It isn’t about the color of your skin ,or the color of the skin you date.
It’s not about your shoes clothes, hair, money, or colleges that accept or
unaccepted you are.
Life just isn’t about that !
But life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It’s about how you feel about yourself.
Its about trust, happiness, and compassion.
It’s about sticken up for ya friends, and replacing inner hate with love.
Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence.
Its about choosing to use your life to touch someoneelse’s in a way that could
never have been achieved otherwise.
THE CHOICES ARE WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT!
Categories:
isn, introspection, philosophy, timelife, life,
Form:
Ballad
A special poem for my friend Hannah
I don t really have friends
but you re one of them I have
you ve given me confidence, instead of my own dad
there s colour, happiness everywhere
when you re near
this world seems like heaven
I chat with you everyday from seven to eleven
you re even better than my friend kevin
I met you when it seems like everything is finish
but with your presence my this thought is diminish
you re neither pakistani nor a British
but still you ve reduced my anguish
by becoming the best friend anyone can have
by totally finishing my pain
bringing happiness in the form of rain
you ve six brothers
alway ready to beat me when I do any type of trouble
which is related to you
like breaking your heart,stopping you from dance or art
but tell them i ll never do something like that
because I don t want to end up in dark
May you always remain happy
tell me if you like teddy(stuffed animal)
don t ever let someone call you nerdy(someone who studies alot)
always remain in your life ready
because you never knew what s coming
apart from dancing do you like drumming?
you ve a face which is very pleasant and fair
I believe you have red hairs
but these are things which I really didn t care
the things which matters is that you re so nice
nobody can buy friendship with a price
isn t it right?
hey Hannah promise me that you ll always be a nice friend of mine
always give me confidence like previous night
hey let s promise that we ll never ever have a fight
Categories:
isn, friendship,
Form:
Epic
Oh, my Beloved Africa
Why are you always so behind time
Why is it that the world always has to be miles ahead
For you to follow in the trail of dust they leave behind
Oh, my Beloved Motherland
Why is it that these sons and daughters of yours
Are always so eager to get up and leave
Why is it that you always only get to keep
...those whose thoughts are to beg and keep the obsolete
...of history from the worlds abroad
...which have nothing better than the makings of thee
Oh, Africa my Beloved
Even I sometimes get the urge to just get up and leave
But so strong is my love for thee
For it always anchors my spirit, here to be
Perhaps if you and I were to form an alliance
We would prove to the others
That indeed, even in Paradise dreams can still be achieved
We can prove to them that on the canvas of life
Anyone can paint whatever his heart may like
For it isn?t life that matters
But the reality of what you make of the opportunities it offers
Oh, Africa you truly are my deepest love
For you, in my heart is nothing but pride
But there is just one teeny-weeny bit of help I need
Please speak to Mother Nature for me
And ask her gently to lend me her scriptures of life
So I may peruse through to see if I can find some answers I seek
For I feel inclined to believe
She has a lot more acumen to offer
Than of the realities that graces the ordinary minds
Of her intelligence, I wish to spread to the extents it may prevail
So in speaking to her on my behalf
Please ensure to make clear of my selfless intents
So she may keep sealed from me the pages whose secrets she doesn?t wish
revealed
Oh, My Beloved Mama Africa
You truly are such a Great Mama
You have seen it all in time,
...and even beyond my time you will still continue to see it all as time strides
Truly, in me your roots run deep
For your were still here, when more than a thousand years back
...plans to have me alive were hatched
Son after father after grandfather after great grandfather
...after an endless series of other greater grandfathers in time
So why should I abandon thee when it?s finally time for me live
Just to show you gratitude for having me
...this life I live I shall on behalf of all before me dedicate to the benefit of thee
Categories:
isn, placeslife, me, heart, time,
Form:
Narrative
I am only a kid
But I ask where is the bust
For the man who created the pizza crust.
I must admit this is one terrific meal.
All made out of wheat,
Baked in to a thick or thin crust,
With tomato sauce red,
White Gooey cheese,
Vegetables, and of course meats.
This is one food that can be eaten hot or cold
So I have been told.
Boy, am I glad that pizza's are sold.
Go ahead smell.
Isn"t that swell?
It goes through my nose in to my head.
Now lifting the box lid.
We will see what kind of surprise was hid
Inside this box. So all over the world I can tell
To pizza men every where sell! Sell!
Categories:
isn, art, business, food, fun,
Form:
The Voice Within
Truth is a beautiful bird that seeks the light of knowledge
but it also has sharp talons to grab hold of and expose lies,
and falseness that dissipate in the sight of veracity.
But are all truths good for everyone isn´t there moments
in life when a small lie can safe life or stop the crying of
a distressed child or comfort the grieving?
The insistence of absolute truth can with time become
cold and tyrannical, shows no mercy holds no love, lacks
human understanding and passion.
Truth seeker can be sadists taking delight in suffering of
those who have been caught in the confusing of untrue,
of what professional liars call: “To misspeak”
Truth without empathy is therefore useless we need to
hear the inner voice and listen to its song; at dawn it sings
so softly you will be moved to make the right choice.
Categories:
isn, betrayal, bullying, hyperbole,
Form:
Narrative
Honey, I saw it yesterday,
your heart covered in scars.
And all the secrets that you kept,
in those tightly shut jars.
I heard you take a deep breath in,
and then you turned and smiled.
But I knew it wasn't real,
it didn't reach your eyes.
I don't see marks on your wrist,
I don't hear you cry.
I don't need to see your torn wings,
to know that you can't fly.
I can see it in the way you've lost,
the jubilant skip in your walk.
And in the way that you don't
gesture animatedly when you talk.
I hear you go around,
and say that you are fin.
Honey, telling how you really feel,
isn a crime.
Tell me what went wrong,
what made you so detatched from life?
What twisted inside you,
was it your own knife?
I want to tell you,
that it's okay.
Whatever happened,
will soon go away.
But I watch you from a distance,
I see you sink, I see you start.
I wish you could hear my unspoken words,
that would help you heal your heart.
Categories:
isn, loss, sad,
Form:
Ballad
Jessica Tiffany got a sex change operation . But she did not du it here.
She did it in a different nation ! Let,s fly butterfly got a sex change too !
But let,s fly butterfly isn,t a Jew !
Victoria Joseph wants a sex change operation. But she lives far from dr.brassard &
The Canada nation ! Nikki pilawa is a make up girl , in the new Zealand nation .
She looks like Megan follows , so maybe she can get all the boys she wants ,
Without that sex change operation !
Grace Robertson is half Japanese , her hair extensions fall off win ever she sneezes !
Physical chimera likes 2 play video games ! If j.j.abrams wood hire her 2 play
Saylor moon , she mite even change her names !
Maya markus Henry from Toronto could be twins with Ella Elliot from England ,
Thay boeth got bleached blond ! Thay are boeth on dr.brassard,s list.
But Ella wood have 2 travel far across the pond ! ...
Categories:
isn,
Form:
Ballad
Silence the soundtrack,
Solitude the song...
All life dims around me
As I play along...
Bitterness my audience,
The tense present the applause..
I play on as never before..
Without so much as a pause..
The strings bear the torment ..
Of all the pent up pain...
I pass it on, well knowing..
That it is bound to happen again...
The notes are loud and sweet,
The chords do perfection portray..
But my mind.. it isn here...
It is roving.. the vales of dismay..
Each string a charm..
Each strum a solace..
With not a care I wander..
Thru the distant star's rays...
Categories:
isn, adventure, allegory, angst, lost
Form:
Double Dactyl
god has an infinite supply ofthis
for his delectation
an infinite mind
using creation
to suck his desires
pure evil isn.t he.
Categories:
isn, abortion,
Form:
Alliteration
It was 15 billion years ago, a nothing but green paradise you could see, no matter where you walked. A beautiful landscape without a name, no noice, no pollution, not anything but the big blue non polluted sky. Mountains, sea and big tall trees. But suddenly in the empty clear silence there was a Bang!
Oh I think this is the place the master had been talking about, said the Lion. The Faun serious as usual, just heard the Lion. This is, this is, isn´t it like something that we had ever seen or am I wrong? The Faun didn´t answer, he just stood still beside that big ground whole from where they had come, and analyzed the place. I don´t get it my friend, what are we suppose to do Faun?
Oh, hi there, are you the great Faun? Whispered an acute but loud defiant voice.
Who is there? Asked the Lion, looking up searching for someone to come out of the trees. In the other hand, the Faun showed not even a small sign of surprisement.
What are you doing here already, I wasn´t specting you anytime soon, murmured a big yellow snake sliding from the big brown tree trunk. I hadn´t see you in years my dear friend, she said. Referring to the tall horned Faun.
Oh my dear old Leviathan friend I feel shame to tell you I hadn´t miss you a bit, said the Faun with serenity.
Well, we had our differences in the past but I am sure we can solve things out. The Lion interrupted the snake with a huge loud Roar! Who are you? And what do you want you little beast?
Come on F, please control your little puppy. Tell him to have a little respect for his superiors.
The Lion inmediately tried to run toward the snake, but he failed in his attempt of even moving a muscle. He roar more loudly this time.
Mantain calm Leo, mantain calm. She isn´t worth it, said the Faun.
Oh I am worth it my friend, I have been here just destroying any new creature our father has sent down here. I am sure this new puppet won´t make any difference. After all I feel glad the Lord had the necessity of sending you here with him my brother.
Dumb as always, you just want to manage things the wrong way Levian.
The Faun clapped, and smiled. Here is where you are wrong , Leo won´t commit the same mistakes that the last two creatures so called Adam and Eve made. He is the Lion and he will get to be the king of the jungle one day.
Categories:
isn, religion, , cute,
Form:
Name
(A white space. One door is labelled ''arrive'' another ''depart'' a white bed in the centre labelled ''stay''. In the bed are two women sleeping back to back, with the sheet pulled up high. A woman enters dressed semi-formally looking dazed and confused, she looks around baffled.)
Eliza: Hello, hello? My God, where am I? It''s so white, I''m so...
(A girl in the bed sits up, looks at her, frustrated at her sleep being interrupted)
Missy: You''re sooo dead.
(The other woman sits up, wearily rubs her eyes)
Martha : Missy we''ve talked about this. We let them down lightly. You mustn''t shock them like that
(She climbs out of bed, dressed in 1940''s clothing)
Martha: Nice to meet you, I''m Martha, and this delightful young thing is Missy. You are...
Eliza: Eliza. Look, where am I?
Missy : Purgatory, the ''afterlife'', heaven. Call it what you like. Honey...you''re dead.
(She steps out of bed, dressed in a school uniform, a short tie, a black mini skirt and a shirt only buttoned two thirds of the way, Eliza laughs nervously)
ELiza: No, no I don''t believe in the afterlife. When you''re dead you''re...
Missy: Dead! God..we''ve got another one on our hands Martha. You can deal with her.
Martha: Well, darling, what do you remember?
Eliza: I was in the car, with Nick, my husband, and ummm, oh, and in front of the car walked the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, a dear, all proud and tall and...
Missy: and BANG! You''re dead.
Eliza: No I must have just drifted off. This is all a dream. Isn''t it?
(She looks at Martha as if for reassurance. She receives only an apologetic look)
Eliza: Wow. Dead. That''s quite something.
(She sits on the bed)
It''s not...how I imagined. I mean, where is everyone? You must know.
Martha: You can''t know anything really. Not here. But after fifty years you begin to form ideas. I think the afterlife is separated into different rooms just like this. Every day women walk through here, weeping, confused, empty. I think this is the room where mourning mothers pass. Pushed through that door...drawn to that one. They rarely ever tell us their stories, but you can see it in their eyes you know? There''s something about a woman who has lost a child.
Eliza: Not really a woman at all.
Martha: Yes.
Categories:
isn, death, woman, women, women,
Form:
Here comes a beautiful view,
Look like the colors of a rainbow,
Falling in line row by row,
Red, white, pink, and yellow.
Spring is in the air and everywhere.
Trees and flowers here and there,
Smells so good, smells so sweet,
Birds can’t stop to tweet,
What a spectacular beauty I see,
Flowers like to dance and sway,
Bowing its head from side to side,
Fragrance filled near the hillside.
Written for Tracie—Indigo Dreamweaver's "Spring Isn In The Air Contest"
My Theme: Spring is in the air
Written: 08/23/2012
By: Maria Paz Samelo
1st Place Winner
Categories:
isn, nature, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
Bobbie Phillips hunts 4 men hoo steel babeys .
Bizzy Phillips thinks her brother is crazey !
Grae Phillips is that brother , he likes wairing his sisters cloze !
And what duz grae,s wife think about all this ? Noeboddy noze !
But thay all wirry about Mackenzie Phillips , b-cuz she never seems 2 eat !
So Valerie bertinnelli sends her fruit baskets ! Now isn,t that sweet ?
Megan follows is Val,s sykologist , she wants 2 put Val on a dyet !
Ike eisenmann is Val,s boyfrend , he,d love 2 help her try it !
3 orange haired girls bake and sell cup cakes from a truck !
But these girls cry a lot , b-cuz thair fave writer just died ,
And he,s Steve gerber , creator of Howard the duck !...
Categories:
isn, family,
Form:
Lyric