Best Lowercase Poems
-Dear, Mr & Mrs Poet-
Do you ever question where it comes from?
This poem's about you, sit down and get a load off
Tranquilize your pen, take heed to the ecstatic applause
The things in life we take for granting, in time get worse
From WHICH' our lives transverse, ascends a deep poetic curse
You write almost everything, rehearsing every living verse
Embezzling words, like Martha Stewart, ---NOT YOURS!
Withdrawing from your substance,
--yielding it to others, who aren't devoted lovers
Spacing your lines, ready for reader's digest,
Educating the mind, like Albert Einstein
You paint a different horizon for the color blind,
Drop a note, forecasting the news, that brings, Spring to mind
Your adrenaline, leaves people with a feel good faint.
At this level, Poet you're better than high speed Internet,
Anything that makes you feel this is the real deal,
Today, you write like there's no tomorrow, borrowing yesterday's clay
Inspiring ink, left to right, feeding the need to breed a poetic degree
Your dramatic dialogue, deserve 'The Peoples Choice award."
I love the sweet audio, when you lowercase every word
It's done so well, hell, let's never capitalize another word
Reaching a point across, when capitalizing every letter,
This is your world, take it, manipulate it, with the perfect stanza
Produce it like a poetic film, imagery, action, CUT it like Jerry Bruckheimer
One day Hollywood will incite a roll, looking for the best poetry soup rhymer
Your tears and affection, you pour on partial paper,
Showing every word you want to enunciate
A SHOULDER-- gone cold, drowning, forgetting the normal way
Writing about the pure religion that meets your light,
A beautiful flower under the moonlight
Hear the bells, Poe wrote about, adding sprinkles to the twinkle in your eyes,
A redolent scent not meant to be forgotten, from Eden's garden
Taking nature, by course, granting her a crown, before slamming us down
I will call her out --The evil and the fury of a goddess, a beast
This is my feast, I welcome you to my jungle, and the outer bounds of time.
If you ever question where it comes from?
Sit down and get a load off, listen---Where's the ecstatic applause?
I'm not afraid to say, -----I'm Proud to be A Poet Without A Cause
by;PD
I do it for fun
Vows Of Love That Time And Distance Can Not Deny
Beyond the ocean and high clifftop ledge
Across great expanse of water and skies
Two lovers far apart gave loving pledge
vowing truest of loving never dies.
Each longing for fever of midnight dreams
welcoming beats of tender, aching cries
Whilst wading through youthful life as a team
insuring their foresworn oath never dies.
In the distance, bright pharos blinking glow
As if in time with lovers longing hearts
Each in night's waning hours wanting to know
Again that sweet each loving kiss imparts.
Deep rising crescendo of true love's ache
With romantic, sensual - hot delights
Rhythm of loving taste as tide's splashing breaks
As two hearts gasps beauty of tender nights.
Waking to vernal freshness of dawn's rays
Giving thanks for bounty of love's blessings
As each, across the ocean bows to pray
Love's eternity - both are confessing.
R.J. Lindley, original May 2nd 1980
Romanticism, ( The beautiful hope of life, youth and love )
Edit, 9-27- 2006, 6-3-2021, 6-26-2021
Note:
(1.) *pharos=
(lowercase) any lighthouse or beacon to direct sailors.
(2.)*vernal=
ver·nal /'v?rnl/ , adjective
of, in, or appropriate to spring.
Note two-
Excuse the many edits but fate, time, future insights
demanded a few changes from the original as was
first composed by a very none world hardened poet of
a mere youthfully blind 26 years old, in the year
of 1980.
Removed were several dark verses warning of the
many pitfalls of love and life that I, as have so very
many other young lads- found to be a quite sad part of
love when it fails. This new and heavily edited version
represents the beauty and blessing of love when it
triumphs and gifts its dearest, greatest sweet treasures….
Written: April 30, 2025, for a contest by Brian Strand
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blow out
a
candle
amorist
caring
adoring
passionate
a
paramour
circumstances
involve
considerations
bearing —
strangers
two
slices
of
d a r k n e s s
what's
light
nighttime
eyelid . . .
illusions
glowing,
some flicker
call us . . .
but I call —
it
boredom
being
as
light
s t r a n g e r s
mirror
fractured
by gaze
of
sight
closest
bond
lingering
snaging
emerging
from
forecasting
watching
scattering
ice melting
yet vivid—
heart
sobbing
from
caught
h a n d
looked,
& turned
to
begin
fragments
an
attempt
to
halt
red
dripping. . .
b l o o d
of
l o v e —
OPEN FORM created by Brian Strand in lowercase without grammatical symbols, uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
language — the threshold of the universe
tracing hidden membranes
each word, ganglion
where starlight settles into semantic scaffolding.
we are nerve-endings
where it shivers into tongue
quickening drum of chest.
white space exhales corona-fire
self expands, exoplanetary —
each firing a solar flare
reaching stellar drift
where rift becomes gift.
body tessellates —
flesh dreaming treillage sleep
deep in dendrite-forest
the universe yore-wakens
never separate.
intimacy resurfaces —
lowercase, unannounced
sharp as transistor-click
the universe leans closer —
a soft swirl into wrist and star.
the last synapse
burns backward through fuse
recognition in wristwire
recognition in starlace.
the universe
inscribes first
hieroglyphic axiom.
quatrain
Clearly put - the star was up to no good.
Musicians have an innate sense of time.
The guests, notwithstanding, all understood
their host - a conductor well-past his prime.
Novice performers, the host chose just three
for the opening event of the night.
His niece, as it happened, was one invitee;
he could still orchestrate who’s in the limelight.
While each one of the fledgling young trio
aced their solo in the gateway prelude,
the simply grand - violin virtuoso
excelled in his mellifluous etude.
Not wanting to move on his host and niece,
the star asked for an encore from her flute.
Would she segue into his final piece?
(in the vernacular of music’s astute).
The auspiciousness of the occasion
would exalt any young lady to conceit.
With tempo way fast for the transition;
it was clear she had been swept off her feet.
Artist: Lowercase Noises - Title: The Things Your Eyes Have Seen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnU0aOA788U&list=RDGnU0aOA788U
written 5 Feb. 2016.
(a quick tap-tap-tapping on an imaginary typewriter, lowercase and scattered across the page)
dear e.e.
(i)
(a small(fan))
(me)
your words(they)
(dance)
(like)
(little)
(birds)
(broken)
(free)
from (cages)
of (grammar)
(i) (love) (the way) (you) (make) (words) (do)
(things)(they) (never) (did) (before) (like)
(jumping)
(jumping) (jumping)
(off) (cliffs)
(of)
(sentences)
(and)
(flying)
(without)
(wings)
(i) (use) (your) (way)
(sometimes)
(in)
(my)
(own)
(little) (poems)
(but)
((it) (feels) (like) (stealing) (a) (song) (without) (knowing) (its) (name))
(so)
(e.e.)
(please)
(keep)
(on)
(doing)
(what)
(you)
(do)
(and)
(give) (your) (way)
(a) (name)
(so) (i) (can) (say)
(i)
(write)
(in)
(the)
(style)
(of) (e.e.) (something)
(instead) (of)
(feeling like) (a)
(thief of beauty)
(sincerely),,,
(a small(fan))
(me)
gestures
so
delicate
a
paradox
meticulous
spectral
tactile
an intimate
transience
of
ambiguity
a sequence
segmented
in anonymous
apertures
to
a
transparent
'morrow
OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
a source
of
inspiration
the
visible
artistic
voice
natural
sensitivities
of
familiar
landscapes
representations
evoking
the
ambiguous
in
elegant
imagery
with
dramatic
visions
enhanced
in realism
serene
&
constrained
OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
Sea serpent at the castle drinking margaritas
and I'm eating four leaf clover resting by the
spirit of rock and amethyst lyrics other vegetation
And fruits amongst themselves grapes being stumped
between the toes Footloose as the green flash of the Sun
the last balloon shows it's Iris
gathering up polished stones
placing them in the fire spitting
out the nectar of the lowercase gods
Yet instilled in dancing in ruby slippers
Such a ballerina vegetation eater vegetarian fruit picking sea serpent?
1/29/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
thank you. thank you for finally leaving. it's been 7 years now that i have had to put up with your abusive and toxic habits. that i've had to deal with you adding to my emotional trauma every single day. that i've had to repress my feelings to accommodate yours. that i've had to act like something isn't bothering me when you're talking about your issues that are "far worse than mine". that i've had to leave my comfort zone and be a person i don't like so that you wouldn't leave. that i've had to be okay with being interrupted so you could talk about yourself. so you could brag about how much greater or worse your life is than mine, whichever fit the situation. that i've had to believe your lies and defend you when i know you're wrong. that i've had to look like a bad person for supporting you.
because i was.
you made me a bad person. you made me into a person that i've grown to hate. i am finally released and trying to love the person i left behind. before our friendship, i was a sweet, innocent, caring 8 year old girl. you ruined me. you took my innocence. i remember lying in my floor from "bedtime" to 6 AM doing things that no 8 year olds should. Watching scary movies that still haunt me and discovering “omegle”. i remember in 8th grade when i opened up to you about the girl you left behind when you moved, the girl that you broke. i opened up to you about my sexuality and my depression, and you brushed it off because you had it worse. "oh, you were depressed? that’s okay because my dad hit me". not that abuse isn't awful, but i have feelings too. and since that day i learned to never find myself important because to you, i wasn’t. you showed me that no matter how hurt i was, you had it worse. that no matter how good i had it, you had it better. you always had to one up me like trauma is a competition.
i am damaged. you broke me. i can’t even begin to describe the issues i will hold for the rest of my life. this trauma will never be fixed. i can’t undo your damage, no one can. do you even realize? do you even care? i am a real human being that you f*cked up. how does that sit right with you? how do you have the nerve to act like I’m the bad guy? i will never understand how you don’t even care about a real human life that you ruined.
but i guess that’s the difference between you and i.
( lowercase intended )
-m. macleish
why do i see you when i close my eyes?
why do i see you when i sleep?
why do i dream of you?
why do i think of you when im tired?
and bored?
and lonely?
and when i'm happy?
and when i wake up?
and when i fall asleep?
why do i always think about you?
you were never mine to think about
yet
i cant stop
lowercase intended
phenomena
light
vibrant
frozen
frills
of
layered
energy
exhilerating
diintegrating
dramas
pervasive
impulsive
spheres
scrawled
quasars
conscious
wellsprings
of
evolved
entanglements
OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
OPEN my recited writing
OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
A BRIAN STRAND FORM 3x5 (2012)
an
avant-garde
experience
intermittently
evident
this
momentary
muse
in
the milieu
a
short
tryst
of
wild abandon
with
an innate
vivid
sense
of
timeless
vignettess
OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
Written: May 12, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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layers of my identity are—
deceptive
caught in
our
cobweb
shadows of
who i once was
hang
in
uncertainty~
stripping
my
essence
from palms of your hands~
suspended
in limbo
two
of us
who are we
If not a creature of our m a k i n g
sanity
deity
martyr turned sacrifice—
what am I now
other than
a
lingering g h o s t
OPEN FORM created by Brian Strand: in lowercase without grammatical symbols, uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.