Best Mediate Poems
Flowers and Butterflies when looked upon brightens the days and nights in our daily lives through our eyes. Flowers and Butterflies causes us to experience beautiful vibes that helps keep our Spirits alive. Children can become wise as they look upon Flowers and Butterflies! Flowers and Butterflies soothes the mind and pleases the eyes. Wise ,wise: It is wise to look upon Flowers and Butterflies. Flowers and Butterflies are beautiful and lets us see some of the beauty that God beholds with his eyes in our Human eyes. There is pleasure and it is wise to look upon flowers and Butterflies. Tip toe through the Tullips with me.We can see Flowers and Butterflies when we tip toe through the Tullips and become Romeo and Juliet! We can be healed inside when we mediate on Flowers and Butterflies. Can you feel those vibes meditating on Flowers and Butterflies? Daisys brighten our lives and we realize that the dead seem to be alive pushing up Daisys from down below the surface of the Earth: That function has some kind of worth. Does The Holy Bible tell us so? Flowers and Butterflies can brighten the light that does exist in The Minds Eye! We will understand it bye and bye. That is no lie.I think it is good to be healthy wealthy and wise and enjoy some of God's creation and share and care and see what is good for the rich and the boys and girls in the hood: We could if we just would. Flowers and Butterflies are good for any eyes that can see whether it be human animal angel or anything alive like you and me.We need pleasure no matter whom you are or who you may be! God is wise.Butterflies fly to Flowers and Flowers give and that helps the Butterflies and the Flowers to continue to live: They both take and they both give!
Categories:
mediate, 12th grade, 1st grade,
Form:
Haiku
Oh what misery!
The heart-
an indigent and feral beast
kept in lock down
in an inner cage
for my own good
What treachery dwells
within that creature!
It's wiles,
it's devious nature
eludes my control
and entices me
to act on
base instincts...
that leave me
in want of spirit,
disillusioned...
My awakening to
sensual pleasures
enraptures me...
I am left smitten
and imprisoned
to desire
So now...I ask
who is the slave
and who is the master?
The yearning for
carnality overwhelms...
my conscience is
frozen solid...
immobile
with nothing to mediate
debauched desires
I spin into
delirium...
wholly lost in
the unholy
oblivion of reality
I consecrate
my mind,
and I submit
to His will...
however,
I tread on
the edge
of a delicate
imbalance-
Obtuse
to the destruction
that
pummels my will
and dedication
me,
now a willing
participant of
egregious sin
I wallow
in self-pity
Oh, what misery!
Sample for my 8 word challenge contest
John Derek Hamilton
August 14,2019
Categories:
mediate, betrayal, desire, heart, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I meditate to clear my mind
I meditate real slow
I meditate to contemplate
On all the things I know
Would meditate let me mediate
Between my mind and soul
Can I meditate until I see
The day that I am old
Wrinkles on my face appear
Like trenches that are ploughed
Scorching sun has dried my skin
My life has passed somehow
A day once happened I was born
And dreams began to flow
I thought that time would never stop
An endless TV show
I meditate and contemplate
I feel my world within
I see my sorrow and my joy
And new dreams to begin
Categories:
mediate, lifeday,
Form:
the consecrate rose
sits on the bureau
its petals ebonized
now delicate
like life
the tempo of night
strums through whispers
of gentle wind
beneath the tones
of a lullaby
as shadows rock
back and forth
on roseate walls
while obtuse thoughts
peek in and out of mind
like the indigent moon
shrouded by clouds
she suckles on thoughts
as she kisses the infant
the press of hard glass
kissing back through the edges
of her delirium
she tries to mediate
in her sleepless mind
between lifeless beats
faded in egregious moments
that fate pillaged from hope
and the pleas of unanswered prayers
as they fell like rituals
night after night
awakening to cockcrow
her tears bleed
against crimson flesh
as she rocks
hands empty
alone
August 16, 2019
Categories:
mediate, baby, death, loss,
Form:
Free verse
An obtuse angle is an angle of greater than 90° and less than 180°. Wiki
I must be looking like an obtuse angle
in my funeral agent's eyes -
an over ninety years old,
(but less than one hundred and eighty)
indigent sunburnt naked geezer
who likes to meditate on the rooftop -
an egregious instance of treachery and immorality.
He is pretty delicate, my funeral agent, though,
when calling to enquire after my health.
- Nausea? - he's asking me with hope.
- Delirium?
- Convulsions?
Insouciance.
Freedom.
Awakening.
I'm sorry to disappoint him.
I like funeral agents:
they mediate between life and death
and consecrate the right to a decent funeral.
Alas, they attach too much importance to acute angles.
15/08/2019
Eight Word Challenge 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
mediate, life,
Form:
Free verse
she was fragile-
delicate, like autumn fighting
for reveries of crimson tides,
delirium raced and left no trace,
and before i whispered farewell-
she was already gone.
she spoke as if her awakening
had arrived,
yet-
hid without telling me where
to seek;
ran over rivers not fearing
bridges,
fought with might while weak-
the egregious demons she
grew up with rippled into fears,
all the why mes and what ifs-
questions left unanswered
leaving her breathless and me…
restless.
she was not self-centered,
just a woman longing to
see the snow-capped Rocky
Mountains once again-
(where she found herself lost in joy)
she’s been gone for quite some
time now-
and even on obtuse nights when
midnight breaks medallion dreams,
i wonder why she felt indigent and
abandoned.
as i mediate the contradicting
thoughts my mind wears,
i remember why she left in
the first place-
to find PEACE.
i shall consecrate her memory...
by loving others as she loved me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
August 15, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, November - A Poem Meaningful
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
Categories:
mediate, death, sad, suicide,
Form:
Free verse
I shut down and die each night.
I do not want to entertain anyone.
I do not want to hear my name.
I do not want to fix supper.
I shut down and die each night.
Spending my evening in my zippered zebra pajamas
And fluffy socks that do not have to match.
I pick up the remote and two I-pads and I sit in a stupor
Dead as the wall, the floor, the carpet, anything in the room.
I die the second I jump into my pajamas.
My phone goes off, and I am incognito, inaccessible, and dead.
My husband annoys me sometimes.
"Someone is calling you."
He used to answer my phone.
He has learned.
This is a dumb thing to do.
I will not be coaxed, coerced, or guilt-ed into anything I do
Not want to do.
I am dead, in my Lazy-Girl chair, clicking aimlessly through TV
shows I am not watching. I am dead to you, and me, and him
and everyone else. I die every night. It is how I can face the next day at work.
Categories:
mediate, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
AWAKE!
Forebear I beg if I am found obtuse
Not turning from the indigent I see
Should I aver egregious a view
They be ascribed a sloth delirium
My comments here may seem not delicate
Yet if I choose travail to consecrate
Would you in intercession mediate
Bring those in need restored awakening
Categories:
mediate, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Letters from parents quite unsettling
Elves keep asking what went wrong
Rudolph’s nose starts him meddling
He’ll have answers before too long
Santa and Mrs. Claus have a situation
Marriage needs complete restoration
Both want help but not medication
North Pole lawyers mediate and divide
Santa misses meeting, not taking calls
Judge looked at first motion and decides
She gets Christmas tree, he gets balls
Santa and Mrs. Claus have a situation
Both failed early mediation
Father Time appointed consultation
Santa cannot “Ho ho”, has lost his voice
Causing toy shop workers to overreact
Emergency intervention knocks elves off course
Petitions demand help for children are on track
Father Time tells Santa to get it together
Informs Mrs. Claus Santa is certainly stressed
Federal regulations, global warming and weather
Obamacare and taxes has their finances in a mess
Santa and Mrs. Claus have a situation
Both happier with intimate communication
Santa and Mrs. Claus are in negotiations
+++
Written 12/25/2015
Story Poem About Santa Claus Contest
sponsored by Carol Eastman
1st Place
Categories:
mediate, christmas, fun, humorous, political,
Form:
Rhyme
When I can I do most writing of thought
When I can I do conquer the works
When I can I do not deviate
I do however mediate
Its times as this I do but wonder
Why people would read my blunder
If you like, tell me so
And if not, tell me no
When I can I do my best
and write what you put to the test
Is not all good, but not all bad
I'm glad I had this chance to brag
and not to be sad
For thoughts of writing is a bore
Unless one makes to the core
So read on my friends what you like
and let me know in day of light
that I may take no flight
But as a bird who finds its plight.
Categories:
mediate, art, creation, destiny, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
What kind of sadistic delirium dwells in an
obtuse parent whose child emulates their
behavior in showing it is okay to bully other
children whose only egregious fault is shyness?
Bullied and tormented and teased to tears,
emotional scars that will last for years in
self flagellating inferiority and a sense of
worthlessness a delicate child withholds.
Indigent children may be bullied to the point
of contemplating suicide. Or worse yet become
a bully themselves. To consecrate such actions
of their child, who so berates another, makes the
parent even more responsible than their child.
Principals who mediate are in a quandary of
showing impartiality yet fairness, awakening
every sense to protect the bullied child.
Insightful teachers are becoming more aware
as they try to teach these bullies to have respect.
I've seen that child who cries, but fears to tell.
8-29-19
Eight word challenge 9 Poetry Contest 1. OBTUSE 2.INDIGENT 3.EGREGIOUS 4. DELIRIUM 5.DELICATE 6. CONSECRATE 7.MEDIATE 8. AWAKENING
Eight word challenge 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
mediate, anxiety, bullying, kid,
Form:
Free verse
THE MEDITATOR
Oh what joy it seems to me
Drinking an early morning tea.
While watching the sun rise across the Bay
Changing night into day.
My Maltese, lies stretched across my knees
Knows he's not here to play but me to please,
But, my time to meditate just went sour
Oh God – What is the hour?
Not time to mediate
Just to contemplate.
Mistakes I've made and things I dread
How fast can I get back to bed?
One last thing so you don't get bit.
NOLI TANGERE CANEM MEAN. MORDIt !
It is what I wrote on his tag
So disregard those speedy wags.
Hope I spelled that right.
It means: "DON'T PAT MY DOG, HE BITES !"
Categories:
mediate, angst, depression, dog, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
So let us not think
About the Devil in
Legion and in passing
--- Fore ---
He appears' to be a friend
In allegiance and passion
The rhetoric may never end
The wages' of death is sin'
Thank the Lord the all mighty
That the Devil never win
So take my advice before
It is too late, fore
The more we suffer
And the more we participate
The more the trials'
And Tribulations' re-mediate
--- Fore ---
They are scrupled
And they are masked
They surely doth' begin
To emulate the past
This is of his own doing
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
Categories:
mediate, abuse, anger, bereavement, betrayal,
Form:
Personification
Obsessed with harmony,
I write this allegory:
Once there were two rival kings,
Actually brothers.
Each always (or at least often) thought:
Only my God exists.
They thought not of the implication.
Like king, like citizens!
So, naturally, differences arose
Where there was cause for none—after all.
However, the two kingdoms had
Their strikingly common factors,
As simple mathematics can show:
The Highest Common Factor was Corruption:
As suggested by disproportionate income;
Only the ratio and proportion differed!
Violence was the second HCF:
Only cause of violence differed—from time to time.
Killing was common:
Killing leaders or killing people.
But the equations here are of higher mathematics—
Beyond the reach and range of common readers:
The killer is equal to the killed;
Or the killer is greater than the killed.
In any case, killing was just!
The two kingdoms, however, were divided
By some common factors—
A strange paradox:
They were divided by the same language,
Because the two dialects differed—a vital difference!
Sport they had in common,
But often the two teams violently disputed.
So, disputes often arose
Between the two kings.
Now, an adjacent king, Br’er Wolf,
Offered to mediate—
Like the proverbial monkey in the Panchatantra story:
Now there was a triangle.
Then?
There was no triangle--
Only a big red circle!
— Ram, R. V.
Winner II, Premiere Poetry Contest, sponsored by Silent One, July 27, 2017
Categories:
mediate, satire,
Form:
Narrative
"Loving and losing:
Different only by one letter and a million degrees of pain."
~ Jessica Katoff ~
With each rising sun and waning moon
I envisioned the dark eclipse of our ruin.
"You're crazy as a loon, he said. "It's delirium."
I did not pretend his caustic words held truth
To burnished stars I grieved, forlorn for love
Melancholy blue, I knew I had to turn away
I mourned, heart bereaved in solemn reverie,
as if interred in a crypt of egregious umbra
I longed for an awakening, from shadow to light
for someone to mediate a semblance of sanity
but into the sullen pitch of night, I quietly ebbed
There was nothing left of our love to consecrate
Bound by chains of despair and indigent of faith
I became obtuse to reality; I had given up on me
but with wounds etched across my delicate heart
I freed myself from apogee and rose above sorrow
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
September 9, 2019
Eight Word Challenge
John D. Hamilton
Challenge was to use the following words:
OBTUSE INDIGENT EGREGIOUS DELIRIUM
DELICATE CONSECRATE MEDIATE AWAKENING
Categories:
mediate, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse