Best Litotes Poems

I write poetry not to change the world,
but to change the way I feel.
Sometimes it’s just made-up fantasy,
sometimes, something a little more real.

I’m not a sophisticated poet you see,
using litotes, anapest, or alliteration.
Though I’ve been known to use an aphorism or two,
when talking about the...

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I’m love, expressing the Creator’s heart
For God is love, and love is the greatest 
Magnifying miracle-mercy moves 
Toward prayer’s length; upward service strength 
Defying Venus and Aphrodite’s might. 

Wondrous sight is it to cite my marvels
With my grace-light and care, I light and care
Helping well...

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by Michaelw1two

 Poetic writes speak volumes too,
 this profound nature of humanity;
 expression’s glyph or determination’s rift,
 each soothing rhyme or base profanity;
 provoke of consciousness that drift,
 so casually or with rude insanity;
 furiously incite or simultaneously delight,
 set straight a thought or induce...

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He speaks an uncomplex language,
a simpler time and all the more better
for he to not contemplate the ways of the Sun -
revolving around in his mind,
burning synapsis, conjoining 
an onyx ringed Saturn unmasked 
(they say the devil, Medusa dwells there),
now view the Sun ray-banned, 
traversing...

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(There’s a song for this: ‘Confessions’ by Sudan Archives)

I remember it like it was yesterday (it was yesterday).

I arrived on a cool (42°f), blindingly sunny New Haven afternoon. It was as if they’d opened up that troubling ozone hole just for me.
I was as happy...

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Written: February 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

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Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we...

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Instead of giving my mind some rest
Switched on to ace my mind to test.
Checked if inbox, had comments new
At Poetry Soup, my poems are few.

Then went on to read a few reviews.
Books and movies, that made breakthroughs.
Lines and letters crammed my head.
Brushed them aside and...

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I write because silence was a tyrant
with a velvet muzzle.
Because childhood was a soundproof cage,
and I was taught to swallow every scream
like communion.

“Poetry is not therapy,”
the judge says—
but he has never been buried alive
under the weight of unsaid things.

This is not a poem.
It is an...

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Colossians 3:17-25 KJV Bible
"And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him. [23] And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;...

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