Best Low Level Poems
Written: December 12, 2023
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Twilight swallowed me, striking me speechless
With subtle caress of a wicked breeze
Stirring the surge, I drift inwardly
And wild geese soar home in the sky.
Floating at a low level on a long, rolling skein.
Their banter ruined their afternoon
Friends unified on a familiar trip.
I've seen them ride on the oceans.
Pulling back the waves' white locks.
In the quiet, glassy sea, my skiff barely ripples.
Lavender clouds and double geese.
Random ideas diffuse as waves.
But my ideas act as stars in the sky
Bringing delight with a single chuckle.
Happiness simply cannot be accounted for.
Also, it seems as a wayward child.
Even amid the thrills, sadness arises.
Akin to one drop of rain on quiet waters.
Spread ripples will erase dazzling rays.
With a single echoed plink of its sad note.
Is it worth staying with the wispy Hope scarf?
Then laid across my shoulders?
The light tilts on other days.
That warms the day as a lover's kiss.
And I anchor at home in delightful calm.
Categories:
low level, analogy, appreciation, friendship, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
Today’s students strive only to meet expectations
We used to go all out to exceed expectations
Young people have no real goals, just vague destinations
Their minds seem to be set on low-level vibrations
Our young people seem to lack worthy aspirations
Discouraged teachers are left with exasperation
With weapons in schools they must avoid confrontations
And keep a close eye on escape route locations
These kids can’t even hold meaningful conversations
Or do the simplest mathematic calculations
Their free time is spent in video game fixations
A "C" or a "D" harvests little indignation
Teachers get no support from school administrations
Even when students fail final examinations
These unmotivated kids have few variations
They only want to slide by and meet expectations
One day these children will be running corporations
Or choosing how governments make appropriations
It’s frightening when you consider the implications
For our world's future, I have angst-filled expectations
* For Paula's "Meeting Expectations" contest
Categories:
low level, angst, schoolpeople, people,
Form:
Monorhyme
A thousand and one reasons
we sometimes seek answers
How did thanks turn
to such bitterness inflicting pain
Upsetting beyond all words
Good returned with bad will
Only a coward hides
behind someone else's face
Using them as a weapon
The knife
to cut deeply wounds
on someone else's behalf
Twisting good
using others as your tool
To inflict hurt on your word
I understand hate perfectly
But do not expect me
To stoop unto your low level
Unnecessary drama over nothing
No good comes out of hurting
someone who is kind
For they will be sorry
for the person you have become
it hurts a lot in the heartbeat
truly in the end
hope will find peace
Categories:
low level, confusion, emotions, faith, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
They say some girls just can’t be fixed
They say pain can always be felt
They say guys are easier to read than a novel
But who is they…
They is just a figure of speech that has no voice
No description or meaning
Any girl can be fixed or healed
All pain can’t be felt
And reading one guy like an elementary book
Doesn’t mean that the others are at such a low level
So why listen to the unheard voice or a song that has yet been produced
Live life full of joy and accomplishment
And surpass what the voice is saying
Living life day by day…Sunrise to sunset abundantly
Is the only way to overcome the unheard
What’s the word hot, cute, and sexy mean
Why is the word beautiful such a drive in a females heart
Both are heard from a human voice
Both go to the heart…but
Only what is unseen can be felt
We can’t see wind but its felt
We can’t see feelings but they pierce our bodies daily
We can’t see love yet we still feel the strength of its power
B…Because we are led to believe the unseen
E…Even though sometimes it’s so unreal
A…Associating with its uncertainty and loyalty
U…Unified and brought together what is seen and not seen to create an emotion
T…Together growing into a feeling called love which can’t be seen let alone expressed
I…Involving two different aspects of live and making it become one
F…Fulfilling all of life’s expectations and becoming strong in what you believe
U…Ultimately overcoming all fears and disregards you may have against the unseen
L…Love has been created
That is why the word BEAUTIFUL is such a drive in a females heart
That is why I use it to describe what you are
Then unheard has no reward
But the unseen….has one
© Jeremy Fennell
Categories:
low level, upliftingbeautiful, pain, voice, beautiful,
Form:
Narrative
I know how to live off the land
I'm a survivalist
I make do with whatever's at hand
I'm a survivalist
It's a mindset,
it's a lifestyle
You must have a soldier's discipline,
be able to endure hardships for a long while
I'm a mountain man,
got no time for guile
I can ascertain your true motives,
sense the truth behind the smile
I was trained to be a scientist,
I was trained to be a fireman
I was trained to be a field doctor,
but right now I'm a lumberjack
swinging an axe in my hand
I worked on a railroad,
I worked in a cooper mine
I worked at a shipyard,
I was a mean cook when I did a little time
I'm a mountain man,
got no time for those corporate city slickers
I can deduce your true identity,
sense the lies behind the smiling boot lickers
I was trained as a scout,
I was trained as an engineer
I was trained as a wrangler,
but right now I'm a mechanic
fixing a truck with busted gears
I worked for a big law firm,
I worked as a small company machinist intern
I worked at a high-tech factory,
I got recruited by a low-level military attache
Those are just a few of my credentials,
but here is what you really need to know
I'm a student of studying people,
I got a quick wit, but I like to appear slow
Being in the big outdoors
is where I really feel most at home
I love to test my skills at surviving,
I love to operate my satellite phone
Check the cloud patterns,
constantly scan the terrain
Calculate the tide shifts,
learn every animal, know every grain
I know how to live off the land,
make the land work for me
I make do with whatever's at hand,
let the land give me what I need
I'm a mountain man,
I live in an untamed world
I'm a different kind of animal
I'm a mountain man,
who's never gonna get trapped
by modern barbarians ever again
Categories:
low level, adventure, nature, perspective, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Africa for life
To my people back home
I could be living in heaven
on earth like some thought
I could be a citizen in a western world
Even when am weighed on a high
or low level
Yet it dont change the fact that
I belong where my heart belongs
africa for life....!
Categories:
low level, addiction, africa, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Chant Royal
Relative time from departure body --
Thus, from Earth we hail.
Sailing to Wolf at light-speed tardy,
Cryonic-dreams of Dale.
Awakened, rudely, at a mere eleven:
A technical glitch, a fail.
Three years to seven, it's never exact,
The crew all burnt and stale.
A compulsory note confirms the fact,
Twenty-five years until mail.
Nothing can dim the sadness I feel,
Save for my faraway Dale.
Androgynous android without a face
Plays chess and laughs so frail.
Reprogrammed to simulate the grace
Of my beloved, bountiful Dale.
Repairs all done -- frozen sleep begun....
A starship commences to wail.
Entering Wolf's red-dwarf, m-class sun.
Thawed, I recalibrate the ACF sail
For low-level orbit around planet 1061.
The lander is prepped to auto-bail.
Message received at base Alpha Centauri --
Four years to Earth and Dale.
A fuchsia sky and gravity-rich mass.
I scan for colonists, to no avail.
Starlight dining with my android lass,
Upgrade face of porcelain-pale.
I signal, farm, rave, survive and wait ... for
A reply from Earth and Dale.
I deflate and weep at the message reaped:
She was killed by a rusty nail!
On mission eve she planned and weaved,
Then cloned her brain to scale.
Bestowed to a droid, my darling destroyed --
'Twas a masterful, Holy Grail code employed.
We walk together the newly trail --
Zeke T. and android, Dale....
Categories:
low level, absence, lonely, love, planet,
Form:
Narrative
Homemade dungeons spirit up through governmental finance. An alone home to the flight risk, trial sick, authoritative kind. So much time now spent hitting the rewind to come upon the never wanted find inside the attested mind. A proven confinement to so many of 21st century are designed to be low level offended and less related to all of mankind. Circumstantial evidence is assigned to take down this kind.
Rights never amended, as the felonious records are drug offended. Inside the gang life is blended. Friendships are far from being mended. Instead many lives are ended. A never before scene of the wrongfully accused and had been at the criminology since the age of thirteen. There is no remedy for this no vaccine. Most are pumped up and made into a machine who love the daily clink routine.
Orange jumpsuits scatter the yard. Once a slip arrives they’ll pull your card. Heated from the mentality built throughout the year. Constantly lying awake at night not knowing what to fear. Is death near? Corrupt guards take aim with fear in the name but then the high paid lawyer shifts it to a high octane gear. This will definitely give the prosecutor something to fear. The facts are straightened now it’s time to finally steer.
The man in the mirror once publicly crucified humiliated inside, and tried never dabbled in that attack. Yet he still caught all of the flack. Hundreds of nights spent on the uncomfortable nightmarish rack. But here then comes the judge as the least fortunate try to resolve with the new found fact. Leaving here is all he wanted with his freedom and dignity intact. The stands were pact, the jury deliberates, not guilty, evidence not filthy, the gavel tolls, can this be all so real? This is the sound of the governmental deal trying to lay hate to determine one’s fate then to be sealed.
Categories:
low level, abuse, addiction, adventure, allusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Halo of Life
My existence in a hollow core values seething the gear tastes like salt water pool table and chairs for your hand. Take me off for a half did not receive any such nails straight in my coffin. Boards down the sewers grime low level life never seems like the cols.
Open pages of my heart is a loyal type of friend. I grew up in filters and filth. Smothered my head in the pillows to get the hell out of the day but I wasn’t alone. You were there to hold me back into my back. Come hither Green Piston ring you when I wake up.
Categories:
low level, assonance, august, beautiful, best
Form:
Free verse
Hatchet in the tree
Hatchet in the snow
A snowman’s hand gripped
A snowman slashed low
Low falls the timber
Low level UV light
Light reflects white
Light will then entice
Entice by photoelectric effect
Entice by photons in cadence
In cadence with yuletide
In cadence with Christmas time
Time is itself a gift
Time and time again
Again the winter solstice
Again the world will spin
Spin on it's axis
Spin by angular momentum
Momentous holidays will come
Momentous mementos prior
Prior to the feasts
Prior to the givings
Giving a beginning
Giving an end
Endpoint to point
Endpoint to position
Position the world with bows and ribbons
Positioned in a box
A box of dark matter
A box of hot rocks
Rocks wrapped in flavour & colour
Rocks wrapped in gravity & electric charge
Charged forward by a vacuum
Charged forward at 0 dollars cost
Cost just a kiss under the mistletoe
Costs just an open heart, does it not?
Not if not genuine
Not because it ought to be
Be because you ought to be
Be joyeux noel
Joyeux noel Deus ex machina
Joyeux noel God by machine
Machinations of generosity against greed
Machinations of compassion against apathy
Apathetic the inanimate object
Apathetic indeed
Indeed life is an incantation
Indeed the miracle we need
Needless to say
An incantation speaks atop the tree
Categories:
low level, analogy, christmas, creation, december,
Form:
Blitz
Universal start byte
hello world?
calling a new world
anyone out there?
death over here
earth calling you
send a crew!
bring clean water
life a slaughter
we need food
life and death feud
not even a breath
imminent death
we are dying
stopped trying
Cyclic redundancy check
Universal stop byte
-low level firmware string-
Categories:
low level, earth, science fiction,
Form:
Shape
26.
The low level haze
Carries the smell of smoke superbly.
The morning cooled daze
Leaves no room for joking.
Silence flies a dove.
The May early Sunday
Marries the peace of two lovingly.
No serendipitous replays
Sighs for attention provoking
Reverence stays above.
The grayness of this sky
Expires the normal jests remarkably
The quiet does not lie
Takes no verse evoking
Guidance He is love.
Categories:
low level, love, mystery, nature, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Writing In simple English
Guess silver spoon,
Was far on the day of my birth,
Born in west Africa,
In a town called,
Onitsha,
Growing up speaking Igbo,
and Yoruba,
two deferent language's,
out of three major tribes,
Traveling around Africa,
I learned to speak,
five defferent languages,
Traveling out of Africa,
I learned to speak,
two more defferent,
international lauguage's ,
All together,
I basically speak ten lauguage's,
Including English,
I could write only six,
Others I just speak,
I was thought to speak,
and write English in the school,
Right in west Africa Nigeria,
English is never,
my native language,
Yet! since is one language,
that more people in the world,
now share the most,
I guess,
I must not be left out,
in communication,
Like Doe,
I understand gramma,
Yet I write simple English,
I don't write like a prof! (Professor)
I see sence to writte,
a in simple form of English,
Which everyone,
with a high or low level of education,
Could understand clearly,
The sence in every poem,
is the message,
No matter who is the writer,
I don't write poems,
to teach grammar,
I don't read poems,
To learn high letters,
from a professional writer,
All I do is write from the soul,
All I do is read yours,
and get the message,
Pardon my simple English,
If is too simple to your class,
Then is ovious am not the right one,
For your kind of writer,
To be a writer is not to be gramma tic,
If there is no vission,
of creativity,
to a positive sence of humour,
in your writting,
Then let it go!
The world have passed a time of fantasy,
Where knowledge is dig like a hole,
Wisdom so rare more than a diamond,
The reality of today,
I guess explains better,
To an answer to a call of nature,
I write words in simple English
With my blue pen,
pardon my Simple English
For i am not a British
It is , what it is
Writting in simple English
Categories:
low level, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Tugging at matter that was
Always there.
Vivacious with life even
In strife.
Monstrous joy,
Illustrating new forms of happiness,
Looming a low level glow in the eyes.
An acrobat of body and soul.
Just you wait, though,
Over the hills booms bombastically,
Even more than what you thought love could be.
Yours, truly.
Categories:
low level, children,
Form:
Acrostic
They've been working on this for years
Inside the government
To try a replace the brain of man
With that of a purple eggplant
This idea to me sounds genius
If you know what it is that I mean
People round here might start making sense
Pass the veggies if you please
They called all the top notched scientists
And vegetarians throughout the land
To see what would be the best variety
In this eggplant transplant experiment
They settled on the aubergine
Great Brittan's joy and pride
When it comes to the perfect eggplant
Those Limey's will not be denied
They were afraid if they went to the private sector
That person would surely be missed
So they grabbed someone unsuspecting
Inside of the government
They told the low level employee
A bit of truth mixed with a little white lie
They needed him for his vast understanding and knowledge
Plus they'd be serving cookies on the side
They added a little something to the cookie dough
That knocked the governmental genius to his knees
Plopped him down on the gurney
...Let the experiment proceed if you please
They cracked his skull wide open
Where upon they couldn't believe their eyes
Right there inside of his cranium
Already an eggplant did reside
Categories:
low level, funny, humor,
Form:
Free verse