Best Makeover Poems
Still Weeping
Original poem - Verse - June 8, 2013
Many came with flowers,
rainbows of roses and lilies,
solemn people came and went.
And then it was quiet,
the white snow fell upon me,
as I lay waiting in my eternal peace.
In a low voice father spoke,
with tears so fondly all those years,
then an elderly man came to be with me.
Often my beautiful mother came,
so mournful she came on the coldest days,
then one day she came to be with me forever.
Many times grandmother came,
oh, I remember her sweet, lovely voice,
then she came one dark night to be with me.
Many times a little girl came,
she crooned my precious name, Susie,
her eyes so dark and sad with weeping tears.
And even now, so often,
a woman comes with raven hair falling,
could this be the little girl who is still weeping.
I hear the names she whispers,
she does not cry just for me but for all,
who lay with me beneath the grass, rain and snow.
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Still Weeping
The Makeover - Sonnet - March 15, 2015
Many came with flowers, rainbows of roses and lilies,
Solemn people came and went, then it was calm;
Snow fell upon me as I lay beneath the barren trees,
It was quiet when father read me a lovely psalm.
In a low voice father spoke to me so sadly for years,
Then an old man came to me beneath the azure;
Often my beautiful mother mourned me with tears,
And soon she also came to be with me forever.
With her sweet voice many times grandma came,
Then she was with me and I soothed her fears;
A little girl crooned Susie, my precious child name,
Could this be the young woman who still weeps tears.
She weeps and prays for all the names engraved in stone,
All who lay with me where wildflowers have grown.
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March 15, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Sonnet/Still Weeping
Copyright Protected, ID 03-654-292-15
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, The Makeover,
sponsor, Roy Jerden, Judged 04/2015
Second Place
Categories:
makeover, death, family,
Form:
Sonnet
You say I need a makeover,
that I'm not the man I could be
You say I'm too rough around the edges,
a little smoothing out would polish me
To you, I'm too straight ghetto;
I got the right mind,
just tilted a little wrong
Instead of saying: "I'm leaving,"
I say, "I be gone"
So let the makeover begin,
but I don't know what
will be different when it end
Will my family recognize me,
will I need a new set of friends?
A bad vibe is arising,
trepidation is setting in
Now I'm willing to make this sacrifice
to satisfy your insecurity
But once the makeover is done,
will you still like what you see?
In due time, no doubt you'll learn
this one immutable reality:
You can take me out of the ghetto,
but you can't take the ghetto out of me
Although you may refine my speech,
to talk in a proper Elizabethan tone
I will always remain ghetto,
straight ghetto to the bone
I will tell it like it is,
I will only come strong
I will always remain ghetto,
straight ghetto to the bone
A tribute to my beloved brother Joseph
Categories:
makeover, brother, dedication, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Old Poem: Toes Of Rain ...4/6/2014
August spills rains
with tapped grains, like
pearl veins on roofs
Drenched in soft hue,
toes play new songs
of blue night’s croons
~than-bauk form~
................
Makeover: Flavor Of Rain 4/5/2015
Just now, the saline flavor of rain
crawls on my cheeks , drips on hands
then sprawls out unto a wet lane
tingling like a new song
in the blue of night-time, ready to waft
through the flesh of moist petals---
rows of half-sunk blooms levitate as
if their mouths hunger for salty broth
from weeks of flushed heat.
There I am, drenched in the sudden
pour of sheet willing to partake of
such welcome…yes! wake me, melt me,
inhabit me with pearl veins...
bit by bit, the same chimes flutter on my limbs
trailing in a gait of conga strut ---tunes jumping
from a droplets’ swish---couples blending
as one porcelain-like figurine, with vapor glistening
on slippery skin…
and for all the rush and moist touch
of this fluid croon, gods laugh
as if nothing mattered.
~free verse~
Roy Jerden's Makeover
~ I wanted to write a more 'edgy' poem
using the senses as my creative handle~
4/5/2015
Categories:
makeover, rain,
Form:
Free verse
On Top Of A Mountain
2
stroll down the forest trail
to the edge and inhale
at the sight overlooking perfect nature
held together and prevail
stand by the site of trees and bushes
with lichen hanging over their branches
surrounding the ledge with
ferns, rhododendrons, and tall grass
marvel at a sea of fog covering all
the pine trees that spear outward standing tall
providing natures home
as the mountain walls tower overall
sky exhibit splendor
clouds of different shapes that stir
sun is trying to sneak a peek through
nature waiting anxious for it to enter
a beautiful site standing
viewing off the mountain looking
down for the fog to roll back to view
the world and embrace the living
3/25/2015 Rubaiyat Form
On Top Of A Mountain
Lichen hanging from dried branches
Ferns found everywhere
A sea of fog covers all
Pine trees spears outward standing tall
Mountain walls tower over all
Sky of splendor, clouds of different shapes
Sun is trying to sneak through
A beautiful sight on top of a mountain looking down
12/06/2014 Light Poetry Form
Categories:
makeover, imagery, nature,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Salons and beauticians carve beauty
Today beauty and makeup are considered as duty
What implies these beautiful faces?
Reality and honesty in some cases
Other hide ugliness and show they are fruity
Is it fair or a cruelty?
For ourselves a complete dishonesty
As our beauty old age surely displaces
Really? The Makeover
To focus on eternal inner density
And promise to step back from fake makeover's city.
Soul proposes man dispossesses
Let us oath to remove these twisted phrases
I pray, a day may come of truth in majority
Really? The Makeover
Categories:
makeover, cheer up, life, light,
Form:
Rondeau
You say I need a makeover,
that I'm not the man I could be
You say I'm too rough around the edges,
a little smoothing out would polish me
To you, I'm too straight ghetto;
I got the right mind,
just tilted a little wrong
Instead of saying I'm leaving,
I say I be gone
So let the makeover begin,
but I don't know what
will be different when it end
Will my family recognize me,
will I need a new set of friends?
A bad vibe is arising,
trepidation is setting in
Now I'm willing to make this sacrifice
to satisfy your insecurity
But once the makeover is done,
will you still like what you see
In due time no doubt you'll learn
this one immutable reality:
You can take me out of the ghetto,
but you can't take the ghetto out of me
Although you may refine my speech
to talk in a proper Elizabethan tone,
I will always remain ghetto,
straight ghetto to the bone
I will tell it like it is,
I will only come strong
I will always remain ghetto,
straight ghetto to the bone
A tribute to my beloved brother Joseph
Categories:
makeover, black african american, brother,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
He stole a new dress from a shop
And wig that was like an old mop,
As his make up was bad,
He resembled the mad -
This ‘miss’ was a bit of a flop.
For Susan's contest
Categories:
makeover, people,
Form:
Limerick
A
grace gift
free to be-
forgiveness by
a saviour,gives agape to me.
Categories:
makeover, faith, inspirational, life
Form:
Tetractys
The Makeover- Shots
You take one shot
And I miss you
I know you're gone
But I still wanna kiss you
You've made yourself a monster
Both you and me you scar
Your eyes are dimly lit
But behind shines who you are
Who you used to be
The part that misses me
(Pre Edit: January 17, 2015)
One shot.
One decision.
Never to be seen again.
Late night kisses
And sweet nothings
Long gone
To yellowed eyes
And an emptied heart.
Your monster in the making
Slowly made its way
To the surface
And only in your dimly-lit
Blood-shot eyes
Is a near gone image
Of who used to lie behind
The addiction's pry.
The part that still loved
Me.
(Edited: March 10, 2015)
Categories:
makeover, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
moonlit shadows springs
eternal flame loves desire
unquenched forever
3/ 4/ 2015. Haiku.
Springtimes moon shadows dreams inspire.
Eternal flight flames loves desire.
Unquenched divine forever bright.
Starlight enchants, beams with delight.
3/ 7/ 2015. Rhyme.
Categories:
makeover, love,
Form:
Rhyme
THE MAKEOVER
The house he occupies still breathes
Though haggard, it's not trashed
He and his house seemed outcast to many
Once a gentle part of the landscape
Those features fair, soon became gaunt and sallow
He was ravaged by his ravenous hunger for opiates
By degrees, his hearing, his sight
His sense of smell and taste waned
Little strokes fell lofty oaks.
Those who once knew him, watched
Slowly, he kept vanishing like visions in the night.
Does afflictions warrants mercy?
When he had cried inside from pangs of hurt
His Maker bid him to rise.
He heard drums beckoning, and dance he did
No more anguish, bitterness, and woe
He felt earth's soothing touch
From soul of his feet on up
He took small steps, looked up at start
Shining with moon light, on warm summer night
In the distance, he could see glow of his house
Touched by his Maker's tender hands
His footprints were fit for others to follow
For his present to himself turned guide
Steering him on the straight and narrow.
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Categories:
makeover, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
BLOOD LUST 06/25/2013
What sinister secrets
lurk within my mind,
What raging storms
grip my heart,
What malicious maelstroms
swirl in my eyes,
What demonic forces
torment my soul...
You don't wanna know!
It will only entice you
in its dreadful dragnet
And drag you through
an undead necropolis.
I thirst for the blood
And subsist on the
life essence of living creatures
Prowling relentlessly in the
shadows of the moonlit nights
Awaiting my next meal.
CROSS your heart when you see me,
CROSS your heart NOW when you read this,
For I can feel you breathe
Sense your pounding heart
Smell the sweat of your fear -
So I said so in truth,
So you have been forewarned!
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LUSTING FOR BLOOD 08/06/2014 (Revised)
What secrets lurk in my mind,
What forces torment my soul?
Secrets of some sinister kind,
Forces of evil eyes, black as coal.
I can sense your pounding heart
And smell the sweat of your fear,
Lo! I say so in truth from the start
So you are forewarned, be clear.
I thirst for blood - warm and red,
And a virgin's heart I wildly desire,
If you read any further you'll be led
down a path to the pit of fiery fire.
I cast diabolical spells with words
to lure you into a satanic ritual,
I use no knives, arrows or swords,
It's purely carnal and not spiritual.
Do not read this poem twice,
It will trigger invocation to a spirit,
And turn your warm blood into ice
And let me your soul to inherit!
"The Makeover" contest by Roy Jerden
Categories:
makeover, death, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Love justice
Those old memories are still new,
My love, he was one of the very few,
It occurred to us at the very first sight,
a challenge to prove who was more bright,
He lost to me and I lost to him,
Emotions were flowing out of the brim,
He left me nowhere in deep sea,
Is there any love justice I could seek ?
Relationships in life of love and lost,
Give warmth of blood and chills of frost,
What I thought was a faithful reward,
Happened to be a punishment so hard,
Irrefutable for life are the love demands,
then why expect me follow lifeless commands ?
Not a spot of bother if the world will prattle,
I am onto conquering a love battle !
Passion leading with grace to life's trail,
last breath of content will see love justice prevail !!
Written Jan 21st, 2015
For contest "Love justice" by Justin Bordner
The Makeover of "Love justice"
In my memories alive,
Is love at first sight,
He was the one and only,
Challenged me wrongly,
Winning hearts in love,
We were hands in glove,
Passion had just sprung,
He bid adieu so young,
Soul cried for the love lost,
Time gave me chills of frost,
Drowning deeper in grief,
Love justice could I plead ?
Will seek love justice prevail,
Till last air of content I inhale !
Written April 2nd, 2015
For contest "The makeover" by Roy Jerden
Awarded 4th place win
Categories:
makeover, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
As
Life
Shows the
Results from
Decisions taken
Surge a new opportunity
To begin a new story to tell in the future
Before time slips from your hands, without striving all the pending goals of your bucket list
Example For Second Chance Poetry Contest
September 5, 2016
Categories:
makeover, feelings,
Form:
Fibonacci
innocence-
comes in two long blonde braids
dissapears-
with a haircut
Categories:
makeover, life, loss, teen,
Form: