Best Legible Poems
wings could drive you crazy
under the overpass, the crows
gather one by one, flapping
it is a perfect day, stuck underneath
where cars borrow the bird’s view
without a whisper or toll, torrent
of landings to complete the murder
the row, on an inner ledge, legible
perhaps eligible to a mate, could be
a male society or female offering
we who pass so quickly, only stopping
for a light or traffic jamming, see
what flies in the dark, in the face
we are the ones out of place
the fury of the flock, frenetics
relics, energetic, spot on sketchy
do they see some of the same old
cars? do they care or turn a blind eye
i haven’t forgotten but what does it matter?
it does because a poetic fuse ensues
and must in the end die out, forgotten
except by the rear end reader
who will extend the imagery for a blink
or think a deja vu when flocking with crows
in trees, on lines, under the overpass
Categories:
legible, bird,
Form:
Free verse
The name no longer legible,
Eroded, lichen covered slate,
Dead flowers in a broken pot:
Who rests in this neglected state?
For Susan’s Forgotten contest
Categories:
legible, death,
Form:
Rhyme
A lot of body shifts by an inch,
While vengeful killer teeth they clench:
A prosecutor is addressing The Bench,
Concerning dastardly murder of a wench
By a whisky-soaked German French
Whom he’s sure could also in Vodka drench!
Shovel handy they could dig The Quickest Trench
And from Prosecutor A Talkative life wrench,
His tongue-less corpse for A Disgracing Stench …
And maximally in the next one hour,
They shall all Waiters for Justice devour
Between The Adjudged Sweet and The Thought Sour
All the fine bakery with its flour,
Because read they can the legible unfairness
And God so kind, sharp of awareness.
Categories:
legible, bullying, corruption, death, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
A freak of literature
Designed by those mad poets
But escaped the lab:
the English classroom,
Its me G the hybrid word:
With added punctuation and
bold character so im strong-
Arial be my font family but I paced away,
So I ain't close to them
So sorry paragraphs and stanzas!
I guess the writer knows my verses.
A lonely word, a sentence out cast:
Low self esteem and narrow stem
Serifs sticking out so im teased!
Roaming the lines, in the bottom line
Seeing meaningless words and incorrect spellings;
Paragraphs hanging in the margins ,
Looking out for erasers and ink removers
No word dreams of spending their literature:
Stroked out; erased and torn out;
Threw in a garbage can: that hell!
O please writers answer us!
We just want to be read in harmony,
And spelled correctly.
We words know:
That these are the last Summarized times
so the poem might end
But let me finish up,
The writers know the poetry
The whole story, they created us!
Words of this Chapter
The freak of literature,
How do I know? it's the writer
The prophecy of the chosen word:
The son of poets and the proper nouns
So they all capital letters,
Yeah! They coming for yeah!
The errors, words that have been erased
The undead, the unreadable
Damn the legible,
Think they better than us!
Cause they accepted by the writers,
Writing and prophesizing sentences
Those verses forming stories,
It's war: words stroked
Cold inked so they erased,
Torn out papers!
This is deeper than writing!
We all words destined to be read
So some are reasoning,
Is this a verse or a poem?
Many words are beginning-
to question their literature,
Begging writers to write evenly,
No orphans and widows:
We just want to be spaced out,
Adjustments and justified
In lined sentences-so we spread out
Properly uniting calling paragraphs;
Growing in numbers to stanzas,
So all the readers read us as one story.
Categories:
legible, deep, image, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Verse
Sitting at the very top of my closet,
a small cedar chest, with treasures I did deposit.
It was Christmas gift my sweet cousin gave,
for years it has sat there, as if in a grave!
With broken hinges and a defective lock,
I will now open it; take reflective walk!
Amongst my treasures, is my grandma’s script;
written May fifth, Nineteen-seventy-six.
It must have been sent just before she died.
Because that was the year, my daddy cried!
Withered, torn, and barely legible,
to part with it, seems unethical.
Some special notes from Marie,
That date back to eighty-three.
She and I were the best of friends,
and we kept up with all the trends.
Eighties hairstyles: yea, we did rock,
To ACDC, and not ever to Bach!
A faded card from a stripling lad,
my high school sweetheart, I must add!
A ticket stub from a real Pecos rodeo,
I suppose this was kept for braggadocio!
A red toy convertible Volkswagen bug,
My dream vehicle, when I was young and smug!
In this wonderful stack of silly riches,
A valentine note puts me in stiches.
Penned by my husband’s masculine hand,
he expresses his love sure is grand.
And that is why he feels me up,
I think I’ll save this loving cup!
There is a chart I do recall,
It prepared me for something small.
A little prayer written down,
nine months later she came around!
With a baby girl I was blest,
As she feed upon my breast!
A Western Union telegram,
I took a second to exam.
The name written in black ink,
is to me my missing link!
Her presence always made me calm,
She lives heaven, she is my mom!
You asked me what’s in my treasure chest,
precious memories; who would have guessed?
Thanks for this time of reminiscing,
Oh’ how this life is sure worth living!
It might be time to toast some champagne,
To the future, and to memory lane!
Categories:
legible, memory, , western,
Form:
Rhyme
With a Heart soaked in Pain,
I bowed and removed my Hat,
Tears, tickling my cheek,
Like Matilda i have dragged my Pain here.
An Encomium i have come to pay,
The Pain i tried to Masticate,
Like a rock, It was not edible.
But to You, The Mountain Melter,
Its non-verbal expression is legible,
'cause as The Omnipotence,and Omniana,
You dont need an interpreter.
Higgedly-piggedly i appear before Thee,
To seek Thy Fountain of Gratification,
Pleading You unleash Thy Spigot of Purification,
To shelter me, away from my Pain,and Pains.
By Emjoe Centelima®
Categories:
legible, pain, prayer,
Form:
Personification
tattered, yellow napkin
softly settles into the murky lake
as it absorbs it's last spill
our names in gold, still legible
this ring, never fit, seldom worn
"I love you" etched innermost
I know you do, I just couldn't say it much
now I can, but you don't hear
it's cold out, especially on the water
our favorite time, autumn's change upon us
our old craft, tattered sail I told you I'd fix
before your birthday that never came
now why bother, It's the final voyage
a muted splash as the ring follows
and I sit, shivering silently in the blue dusk
the cold urn between my knees
now raised, and poured
a cloud of dust, your earthly remnants
ashes to ashes to water to earth
our dreams unlived, dissolved like you
in the muddy waters we once loved
nothing left for me: no us, no time
I follow your lead, but not softly, not muted
a last gulp and it's really not bad
Sinking, thinking, wishing
watching our boat bobbing beneath
silence is screaming, I gasp
I'm warmed as I see your smile.
Categories:
legible, angst, autumn, death, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
An iridescent celestial being
Anarchic yet effervescent adolescent
Frolicking freely in the omnipresent forest,
Like a breeze through the leaves.
Barefoot & star gazing — native & trail blazing.
Like a clever, fearless fairy exploring the faraway night sky,
I am the fantastic bit of magic on an otherwise static planet.
Bewitched by wild wonderment;
Coloring my life with the chaos of pathos.
I am the captain of passion, & best little hippie
On the mountain — formed by a volcanic fountain
That caused a panic on our little oceanic planet.
Dancing in multidimensional secrecy,
Past an unattainable horizon
Is where you'll find me — on the Big Island in the sea.
It is a true treasures
With impeccable weather & such mystic characteristic,
It's almost unrealistic.
So forget your whimsey Hawaii five-O fantasy
Tear a hole right through the sky
Arise, & fly with me on a real odyssey
Across the mesmerizing island
Teeming with undreamed of creatures
& seemingly endless saffron sand beaches
few have ever been
up to the
Vermilion rainbow plateaus
& sacred volcano summits
Amidst cascading honey suckled waterfalls
& streams of splendiferous wildflower meadows.
We can indulge in thousands of hues of bloom
Or retreat, once more to the oasis at the shore,
To stand hand in hand before the prevailing trends
Of a turning world; scattering brightness in the dark
Fledge millennium into an unadulterated oblivion.
Enveloping what is suspend in time
with a colour compass configurations
The universe, nearly legible expresses herself
Writing constellational scribe
elucidating galaxy.
Categories:
legible, appreciation, environment, fairy, paradise,
Form:
Free verse
Since it was Sunday in late December
the sun perched softly behind a dark
swirl - and the distant dust
turned the last ray from red to pink
well before the dainty fingers
of her small hands could count to six
The tide was ebbing but left lopsided
lines of foam-beige brine surrounding
crooked batons of driftwood settling
for the evening - in wait of the dawn’s
salty brush and the mermaid’s call
that only the mullet could hear
Sandpipers skipped across the scrawls
where some spirited soul had neatly
spelled the name Luna and etched
a lazy heart in the sand
made barely legible by the suckle
of less than a half moon of sweet Gruyere
Holiday lamps from the shops in the village,
baptized by a light steam, lifted green and blue
watermarks off the horizon toward the mangroves
and left markings of indelible ink where crow’s feet
tried to sleep and halfhearted whelk
nestled as salt in recesses of aged eyes
The scent of the sea was mild
Then again just the thing to suit
The keenness of the cilia that lined
the inside of the only nostril that still behaved.
And though the Mumps had left one ear utterly deaf
I observed the pelican call
This was neither the place nor time to breathe meekly.
A wordless titter throttled my throat
and I asked myself how life might be sounder
Her lily white hand, half covered in sand
touched the truss in my mind.
Smiling out loud my deaf ear could hear
her juddering blood - for she was totally (and wonderfully) blind
Categories:
legible, dream, happiness, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Circa Holy Roman Empire
between ninth
and thirteenth century
after common era
(approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD)
benchmark year 780 bracketed
Benedictine monks
Of Corbie Abbey
devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee
vis a vis European
calligraphic standard script inked lined
writ via extant Irish and English monastic
members nsync
strong influence of Irish literati
eased communication
popular Latin cognoscenti
common lingua franca
spawned Carolingian Renaissance
Codices, pagan and Christian text
plus educational material
written viz Carolingian minuscule
Emperor Charlemagne issued prescription
(hence named Carolingian)
boosted unified modus operandi
he advocated learning,
though somewhat illiterate
recognized value of education
predicated on singular
codified regional alphabet,
the then webbed wide world
linkedin, sans uniform symbolic shapes
uncontested salient advantage
offered up ease to master
clear distinct explicit letter formation
simple logic boosted
rapidly transmitted standardization,
especially with exceptional legible
readable characteristic
adequate spaces between words
Merovingian "chancery hand"
reserved to draft traditional charters
Gothic and Anglo Saxon
favored traditional local script
as opposed to Latin
learning latter involved less tricked out
embellished flourishes
or interconnected strokes
drawn by a scribe
allowing, enabling, and providing
greater popularity to teach masses,
latent etymological nuances apparent
centuries following implementation
quasi initial Carolingian letters
steadfast, where Carolingian
influence moats strong
adopted local stylistic signature flavor
divergence woke since proliferation
stoking diffuse prospects
decreeing entrenched footing,
where auspices boded prescient
until groundswell didst surcease
sub limb mated into modern patois.
Categories:
legible, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
First letters are undulating, bouncy and loopy
Rest are sort of pretty sloppy and crunched together
With a load of smooth diagonal lines that connect all the way
And a squarish circle degenerated into a quick squiggle
It's a sort of scribble and swirl
Legible in the most illegible sense of the word
Looks like I have been testing the flow of ink
A flamboyant mess and a mysteriously intriguing expression of my mood
It is beautifully hideous and reflects on who I am
If you can read it you are an absolute champion
Categories:
legible, art, funny, imagination,
Form:
I was there
Extant at the screen of life as the third parties
A warmth which subsequently appeared capricious
A love that never thought to be seek
At once all disclosed by the warmth which began by a kiss ...
One Eve is waiting overseas
Stood upon her ignorance ...
Ahead of them ....
A falsity was presented as a host for our mistakes ...
And the conversation went on, as usual ...
Realism provoked to speak about the story which should not be exist...
But I....
I mazed in clue, the clue to quench the truth
Conversations legible through our eyes
We forbid to speak, we crawled through the sense
We seek through our heart , for the true heart we understood
Because this should not be subsist....
I surrender to the possibilities
Fling all of my feelings
I cast my self out from your world, your love, even it's true or not
With hope you would find the right love, true love, true end
~ And now you do ~ :)
Author's note:
Written on November 4, 2007
Categories:
legible, heart, lost love, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
They will read my poem and wonder
"Who is this?" But I knew you better
Than any who will search and blunder
Harnessed to their finite, mortal fetter
You are gone, no longer restrained
And cumbered by time's clay palace
The sprite and child in you sustained
Through life, and without carnal malice.
I too laughed in your shadow, you pure
Bringer and giver of joy, humanity
Was excellent in you. Now no more
The pranks and wise and silly empathy
No more the driver of the penny cab
The dreamer, mariner of imagination
The void unfilled, the sad poet must sob
Man's coming and our senseless termination
Was it not for heaven and hope invisible
We reprised in songs again and again
You saw that in your doctrines legible
As a star that writes in light balms of pain
I love the fun in which you held faith
Against the trivial mountains of our life
I shall miss you driving through the gate
Eyes twinkling with tales for the anxious wife.
Flankers has lost a citizen, earth a man
Our children a father of compassion
And love the vivid vassel of its plan.
There was a Cleveland England this emotion
Rises like a river for, there was a friend
And counselor, a listener, and cheery heart
O life, how dread in us that death contend
With you, and we are ever torn apart!
Categories:
legible, death, loss, philosophylove,
Form:
Verse
A poets quill lies on his desk
Atop a sheet of coffee-stained
Paper containing stylish script-
An Edwardian handwriting.
The quills point appeared to be dry
For sometime, likewise the inkwell.
On closer inspection the words
On the page became legible:
“My Swan Song” the title began.
It continued: “The flame of life
Grows dim and everything I have
Seen in this light was through the eyes
Of love. Love was writing verses
With this pen.” The words ended there.
Further searching found a yellowed,
Crinkled obituary clip:
“Today the town is saddened by
The loss of its poet Albert__...”
Categories:
legible, death, loss
Form:
Verse
The natural& the normal,synthetic yet,small scale,regular and the
irregular, embossed.Illumed in the artificial light .Drawings and legible forms intrique and beguile creating mind-games in memory.
Characature & cartoon avant-garde of the geometric in three dimensional desire.
Categories:
legible, word play,
Form:
Prose Poetry