Best Look Alike Poems
There once was a little snowflake
that was beautiful, cold and white
He was created up high within the clouds
during a storm one winters night
There were millions and millions of other flakes
but, no two that look alike
So, every snowflake received a name
and, his given name was Mike
Now as long as the wind was blowing hard
the more Mike hung around
But, it made him large and heavy
For, now he's heading towards the ground
There was Susan, Steven, Jimmy and Kyle
There was Sally, Kim and bill
They all came down together with Mike
as they landed on a sill
Of a cold and frosty window
on that stormy winters night
They gathered all together
as they waited for morning light
The sun then rose above the horizon
it's light...lit up every flake
The colors that came from all Mike's friends
a rainbow it did make
The beautiful snow lit morning
left Mike nowhere else to roam
But, he was happy to be there with all his friends
as he made that sill his home
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpPcmLKRFU Dancing Bird
Yesterday, I saw a shadow dart across my keyboard.
When I turned to look outside the window,
I spied upon a sparrow playing in the sun.
He was dancing in dramatic fashion
Across the shrubbery that was his home.
I could tell it was a male by his markings.
He was busy with his boasting, and proud.
No longer a fledge, he fluffed his feathers
To parade his prowess to all that might adore him.
Then, he pivoted into a pirouette, and pranced
Most skillfully across the length of a branch
And launched himself into flight.
Today, the sounds of birds cackling and chirping
Inside the shrubbery drew me to the window.
I could see three sparrows engaging in some fun and frolic.
Perhaps it was some flirtatious mating ceremony.
While most sparrows do look alike,
I’m sure that one of them was the dancing bird
I’d seen the day before. I watched briefly and smiled,
Remembering my own courtship and rivals
Who would fancy my choice as their own.
I returned to the monitor and before I could begin
My work, there was a loud thud upon the glass.
I gazed outside and there upon the ground was a small hawk
Clutching the dancer in his talons.
Tomorrow, this bird will not dance.
He will not sing or court another.
And as sparrows are many,
I will no doubt find another to enjoy from this vantage.
I chide myself for failing to warn him of the danger.
I was too busy with my own enjoyment to notice.
Now, I close my eyes and reconstruct those moments
As I attempt to resurrect the dancing bird,
And preserve him....forever.
"REBELS" WAS THEIR NAME
Judge not, that ye be not judged.
Matthew 7:1-3 KJV
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Each fair familiar feature of their face
aglows with the dim lit day's assistance,
rests upon strong shoulders reminiscent
of roses bloom, see their trust and proud grace.
Before those same red cheeks were flags of shame;
tearing at their hearts, rebels they were named.
Who knows, are they friends, sisters, or lovers?
They don't look alike but but they live strong,
telling their own truth stopped rumor's hover,
truth clears the blind eyes, errs are not lifelong.
While the shrinking sun delights in its role,
can they sustain falsehood, forgive such ways?
They chose to stand strong, still in mute dismay
but in their bosoms dwell two holy souls.
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~~Inspired by the painting: Twilight Confidances
by Cecilia Beaux 1888~~
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
4:30 pm; January 17, 2015
Sue and I had lost contact when we left school and the Dominican Convent,
Met up ten years later, admitted both of us foolish, each nodded consent,
Had coffee, agreed to meet often, lived in Cape Town, merely a suburb apart,
Both so involved with our families, loved our homes, the Cape so stylish and smart.
She invited me to her home for a braai with her family this coming Sunday,
The door was open, I went in, is that you Jenn, I’ve got to look good today,
Mother-in-law coming, do come up, but what took you so long coming upstairs,
I met an old man, we chatted a while, what a sweetie, said his name was Zairs
Who, she asked me in disbelief, Zairs, impossible, loved to play musical chairs,
He told me, is it your dad, Sue,you look alike, spoke of you and how he cares,
But you’ve gone pale as if you’ve seen a ghost, why are you so terribly upset,
Jenn, dad died years ago, seems he got lost, confused, but glad you two met.
Contest entry:One in Five 2 Poetry Contest
A Ghost story
Sponsor: Joseph May
Dated; 26th July 2022
I: in the 70s
At sixteen, looking through a magazine,
I came across the picture of a girl
whose character was Mary Ellen in
“The Waltons” show I watched on Thursday nights.
Her look was that of mine when I made up
my face and styled my hair a certain way.
It gave me pleasure seeing someone who
was somewhat famous - looking just like me!
And so I clipped that picture out and saved
it in a scrapbook of my memories.
II: in the 80s
Inside a bank I stood in line one day.
Ahead of me I saw a child who stood
beside a woman and I felt a shock.
The little girl looked like my five-year-old.
In fact, she looked so much like Angela,
I had to ask the lovely lass her name,
ascertaining that kid was not my own!
How very strange to see a thing like that.
III: in the 90’s
My husband had a doppleganger who
lived somewhere in our own vicinity,
for three times Joe was in a hardware store
and was approached by people thinking he
was someone else, a framer too, it seems.
I wish that Joe had learned this fellow’s name
and wonder if today they look same
and if his look-alike was also forced
to find another line of work to do!
IV: in the new millennium
I also have a doppleganger in
this area. A few times I’ve been told
I look just like another woman, but
the time that made me feel sixteen again
was when my chiropractor told me that
the structure of my face and how I looked
was like Mcdonnell’s, star in the best film
of Kevin Costner‘s. She had played a Sioux.
Her name is Mary, like the character
I thought I’d looked liked from the Walton show!
V: now
I have a doppleganger here at Soup,
except we do not look that much alike.
She’s fairly young and I am (almost) old,
but nearly everything she says to me
reminds me of myself; however, she
writes free verse and is wackier than me!
She’s more my doppleganger spiritually,
and if you cannot guess who she might be,
I’ll give a clue: she likes to change her name
here at the Soup, a thing I doubt I’d do!
For Matt Caliri's Doppelgangers contest
I always thought that I was like my dad.
People tell me that I look like him
So, I just suspected that we were similar.
He doesn’t show much emotion
I don’t show much emotion.
He’s got blue eyes,
I’ve got blue eyes
He only has a select few friends,
I’m picky with my friends.
He’s funny,
I hope I’m funny.
I’m quiet and reserved,
He’s extroverted and sociable
But I’m at my best when I’m with people.
I’m open to people,
He’s super skeptical of people
I give a lot to people,
He gives a lot to those he loves but not really to those he doesn’t know.
I’m afraid to be alone,
He’s pretty much always been on his own.
Maybe we aren’t that much alike after all.
The saying opposites attract is true for him and I
But perhaps it’s the opposite for my mom and I
We don’t really look alike,
But we do the same things,
feel the same emotions,
still mine are on a much deeper level
For example, I could’ve only known a girl for a month
things end and I’m heartbroken.
It doesn’t happen all the time, it’s legit only when I put a lot of time into it.
The same goes for my mom
she gets over things she didn’t put a lot of time and effort into easily
but when something does
and it doesn’t work out
she takes it hard
we might not show on the outside
but on the inside
it’s like we are lone sailors in the middle of hurricane
trying to lock down the hatches
calling for help,
but just wanting to someone to understand us.
Which is funny,
because I’m 5 shoe sizes bigger than her
yet her shoes don’t seem to hurt my toes.
She always wanted a relationship with her older sister,
I’ve always wanted a relationship with a stranger.
We are so much alike that I tend to get annoyed with her
because it’s like talking to a different version of me.
I’m sorry for not recognizing this earlier mom
It turns out I’m just like you,
And I love it.
A lane alone
A look alike
A lift aloft
A love alive
A luau aloha
A load allied
A laugh aloof
A lode allude
A lore allure
A loan align
A lodge allege
A lobo alibi
A law allow
A loss alas
A lane alone
February 12, 1995
Submitted to contest: Choose A Topic – D, Heartbreak and Loss
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Why should the woods be caged
In order to look alike?
Multi-colored umbrellas
In the wild
Jailed in a hat
Mold makers with style
Colors, feathers, and sounds
Stomping off your mind
Vibrations dig up a smile
That cracks all the way
Up to your melting eyes
Emulators of light
Outsider tones
Flooding your speech
One slaughtered sheep
Absorbed by the void
Returns as gray, rolling spheres
With no value at all
Fish turn unable to drop
Their folded paper stones
Sand walkers of our world
Canned mushrooms lay ahead
They all look the same
Sons of a geometric shape
Nothingness growing up
Directly from your head
Falling around your neck
Stands locked, so it waits
For you to smash the jar
Revival of the white flash
Ideas should not fit in a hat....
Black ship, kick the door!
Your language is dust
Cornered, sacred words
A forgotten sheep
Demanding a shift
Thunderstorm clouds attend
No one will notice, in the end
Incomplete carcasses
Diamond worm domain
In your prism-like universe
Fed on geometric shapes
Rhyme that door!
Run away!
Black ship, sail!
Smashing broccoli heads
Reach the portal in the rain
Floating bowl on cosmic haystacks
Look it up with my velvet spoon
Then join the silk, sonic blast
On the roof
Oh, but your hands are tied!
Symbiosis shall come in hand
Blow my steps way up high
(Balloons and thread look alike
When papered by fish in flight)
Spider my past into the air
And I shall take you there
Most now have faith in scientific fact,
And so accept a snowflake lacks a twin.
This maxim states what no man can exact,
For proof is matching endless crystalline--
Which nature shapes according to her law
Though some insist they all appear the same--
Hard ignorance promotes this blissful flaw,
Hard evidence an inconvenient bane.
Faith is more than merely blind defiance--
Truth's not the will of the majority.
Snowflakes shine by subtle noncompliance--
Look close and they will gain authority.
A field of snow is blinding in the sun--
More beautiful examined one-by-one.
Man's decibels is now mute,
The nature's music is to float,
The living souls have attained the tranquil state,
The worries and frustrations now combat,
The lamp of night has lit the light...
Oh! the view is a beautiful sight !!
The sky and the sea look alike,
As the vehement waves strike!
The pollution levels are low,
It's a calm and cool Earth now!
Stars have formed the clusters so tight,
The constellations look so bright!
This world is indeed a beautiful place,
So let's forget the race,
Attain our dreams with grace!!!
I closed my eyes and tried to forget the way you smiled and those dark
mysterious eyes.
You touched my soul and I just wanted you to know that. You blew my
mind for so many years and now I feel so alone.
I cancelled you so long ago, I swore that this was finished. But the only thing that was
ever finished was a lie and I swore to my heart that it didn't.
Didn't beat every time I saw you, Didn't tip every time you smiled. Didn't trip over
myself every time I pretend that I wasn't.
It was all a lie and I couldn't control the fact that I wanted you, every part of you
and more.
I would sneak little glances at you out of the corner of my eyes, Remember
that i'm not confident at times I can be kind of shy.
I wanted this to be secret but it was just waiting to burst out, and as the years went
by I find myself dying to see you once again. Is that you I see on the train? I shiver
just at the thought.
How many times am I gonna flip when it wasn't even you just a look alike.
This has to tell me something this has to be a sign, If I ever saw you again I would
jump off a cliff so high.
But then again I remember you were supposed to be cancelled that's
what I told all my friends.
You were no longer viewing in my mind, A past show, just
some long road that i'd done traveled.
It wasn't until some time later that a friend
whispered in my ear, she told me that you were doing ok and then the feelings
started to surface again.
God I yelled at myself can you be anymore pathetic... I wasn't going out like that this
is the last time I write about this person.
I smile knowing that this poem is just the third of many... cancelled? It would never be
fully over in my mind, I mean a girl has to have her fantasies.
"just the other day, I came across a picture of you with your horse,
and I was amazed to see how much we look alike: could it be true that
you are just words upon cold stone; my beautiful and kind Jacqueline "
Quote by _Constance
Mom, I pray forgiveness as it was me,
I had to let go- it dwells in my mind;
it was me mother who said set her free,
I was the one who had papers to sign.
There was nothing I could do to change fate,
I would have mom, even given my life;
the decision so hard but could not wait,
my heart was stabbed with a sharp blood-soaked knife.
With each gasping, breath you took in this world,
I asked God is there nothing to be done?
I hated what had to be- it still whirls,
I asked God why I have to be the one?
Can you forgive me mom for letting go?
Mom, you were so kind and I loved you so.
had to let you go
and mom it still twirls and whirls ...
a knife stabbed my heart
with each gasping I kept asking God- is there nothing that can be done
Jack Frost may bite one's fingers, nose and toes
but he's an artist, as everyone knows
Decorating windows and hedgerows
adding glitz and glamour to winter's rose.
Jack Frost only appears in wintertime
inspiring poet's poetic rhythm and rhyme
Doesn't earn a penny, or even a dime
never changing, Jack is still in his prime.
Once, in my garden, Jack Frost did appear
made a bush look alike a chandelier
I'll not forget, the memory so dear
that lives on in my mind from year to year.
Jack Frost’s filigree is pure poetry
with that I expect most folk would agree.
Rows neatly planted
Running east to west
Then a field of wheat
Ready for harvest
Golden is the grain
All the plants look alike
Not a weed did I see
For miles one golden stand
Time for harvest_
Are we ready?
Gain needs gathering
Putting into the barns
Before the summer storm__
Where are the laborers?
Workers are so few_
None to drive the tractor
Could this farm employ you?